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keesdarlin · 4 months

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☆// the night market

info! cayde-6 / fluff, ambiguous relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

notes! first draft on this account - kinda nerve-wracking! also my first time ever writing for cayde -- just a lot of firsts going on. i hope that this is a good way to get this account started. feel free to drop any requests into my inbox! (listen i'm also writing this like cayde never died just for my own peace of mind. i just can't really do that right now just pretend along with me. lil vaguely christmas-themed piece)

it's chilly. the cold bites right through the thinnest layers of your clothes - the ends of your sleeves that cover your knuckles. no armor tonight. it's nice, if you're being honest.

the atmosphere is bright, more festive than you're used to. old string lights hang overhead, swaying as people move about the tents, looking through wares for sale. people chatter away at stalls, haggling without too much seriousness. music plays from somewhere -- wherever it's coming from, you can't see it, but it sounds nice and calm and live. you can't remember the song exactly, but it's familiar. it puts you at ease in the crowd. you just stand in the middle of the hustle and bustle, watching. it's nice to disappear into the crowd every once in a while, to be an observer rather than a protector for just a moment. a reminder of what you're fighting for.

you hum to yourself, your ghost hovering over your shoulder as you watch the motion of the crowd. then you yelp, feeling a purposeful yet awkward nudge against your shoulder. you turn to confront whoever it is with one hand over your chest, the other flying to the carefully concealed holster at your hip, to be met with none other than cayde-6. you force your eyes shut for a second and focus on the exhale that follows, hand falling away from your holster. "you scared the light out of us, cayde!" your ghost cries, shell spinning anxiously.

when you open your eyes, your expression is fairly deadpan, unamused at the slight smile he cracks. "since when are you so jumpy?" he teases, holding a mug in each hand. "i got us some, uh, hot chocolates. isn't that what you do at these things?"

he hands you one awkwardly, twisting his wrist so that you would be able to grab it from the handle. the mugs are metal, well-worn and dented, but just the right temperature to warm your reddening fingertips. "since i'm not wearing any gear," you mutter, holding your mug close to your chest. "and you might wanna be a little more careful with scaring me. i could've shot you." you really did scare us, you know.

cayde scoffs, stuffing one of his hands in his pocket. "seriously? you're packing heat at this little christmas fair?"

silently, you lean into him with your hip leading, just enough for him to feel the pressure of your holster against his leg.

his eyebrows raise in realization. "oh. i stand corrected."

you shake your head, hiding a grin by sipping at your drink. you nod in approval, humming your thanks.

then it's quiet for a beat. your ghost dissipates back to wherever they go when they're not hovering over your shoulder (you try not to think about it too much; the rationalizations can get kind of freaky), and you and cayde are left people watching in the center of the hustle and bustle.

"what are you doing here anyways?" you ask over the edge of your cup, opting to watch a group of friends flit from stall to stall instead of looking over at him. "i thought you weren't coming."

"well, i wouldn't be a very good, uhm..." it's a strong start, but when he turns to look at you as he speaks it's like the wheels in his head start to struggle a little bit. he clears his throat, trying to get himself back on track. "i wouldn't be a very good friend if i let you come by yourself, would i?"

you laugh softly, and the sound is bright, cutting through the buzzing noise of the crowd. "so he does have honor," you tease, finally smiling at him. for a second it doesn't feel quite so cold outside. then your gaze aims straight again and the rest of the atmosphere comes back into focus. "no, you wouldn't be. i would have taken it very personally."

"that so?" cayde looks down at you, amused. his voice rumbles deep and hearty in his chest, like the crackling of a campfire. it feels safe, has you wondering why you thought to bring your sidearm in the first place. but then you remember that he's looking at you, waiting for your response.

"oh, absolutely," you chuckle, and it comes out just a touch too fast, but if he notices he doesn't say anything. just laughs along with you.

the air settles again, both of you sighing into your mugs. "would you like to walk a little bit?" he asks, pulling his free hand out of his pocket and gesturing down the aisle.

you smile, fully this time with teeth and all, and take a step forward. "sure, i'd love to."

so you go, weaving through people and looking through trinkets and laughing at little lighthearted incidents occurring on the periphery of the market, humming along to the music, one of you always close behind the other. and the part of you that thought this would probably be awkward falls silent.

"you know what would go great with this hot chocolate?" you ask over your shoulder, and the brush of his cape against yours tells you that he's coming around the corner of the tent after you.

"what would?"

"some cookies," you say, smiling even though he can't see you. "on me, of course, since you bought the hot chocolate." you turn back into the aisle, deciding that the tent's wares no longer interest you.

cayde scoffs, sounding almost shocked. "listen, kid, you don't have to-"

you glare playfully over your shoulder, following your nose down the aisle to a vendor selling sweet treats. "if it makes you feel better, we can say that i'm only getting you one so that i don't feel bad about getting two for myself. deal?"

and cayde laughs again, breath coming out in wispy puffs. "okay, sure. deal."

the line goes fairly quickly and in no time you hold three chocolate chip cookies, carefully handing one off to the exo man. "thanks," he says awkwardly.

you shake your head. "no problem."

both of you munch on your cookies for a moment before you abruptly look up at him again. "we've never hung out outside of work before," you say as though you're just realizing it.

cayde straightens up at the though. "oh... i guess we haven't really, huh?"

you shake your head.

"guess that makes sense seeing as we're both... always working..." he says shoulders slumping. gosh, how boring.

"do you want to do something?" you ask. "like do something, not just hang out at the market?"

"i, uhm. sure. yeah," he stammers.

you nod to yourself, starting off into the crowd. he scrambles to follow after you.

soon enough he finds the both of you in a bustling field a tiny bit away from the market. it's much more calm out here than in the market even in spite of the number of people around.

"you do this often?" he asks uncertainly, watching over your shoulder as you sit hunched over on the ground, decorating a paper lamp.

"do what often?" you reply, not looking up from whatever it is that you're drawing.

cayde gestures vaguely, floundering for a moment. "this whole night market thing."

"oh." you look up from what you're drawing for a just a moment, staring at the sky. "not really. mostly just for the dawning."

cayde smiles. "so are you a dawning fanatic? do you do the outfits and the presents and the themed parties and all that?"

you wrinkle your nose, laughing lightly. "no, not really. i just like the market. don't have much to decorate with at home."

he nods. "fair enough."

then you turn to him, holding out your pencil. "you draw something on there too."

"oh, i'm not much of an artist."

you roll your eyes. "who cares? just put something on there, anything. it'll make things more fun."

cayde hums a disagreement but starts drawing anyways. once he's done he hands the pencil back to you. you hold the paper lantern up to the light, playfully analyzing it. "it's beautiful," you coo teasingly. he only bumps you with his shoulder in response.

"okay, so now what?" he asks, hands clasped together.

"now," you start, fluffing the lantern open, "we send it off."

cayde nods his head. "and how do we do that?"

you smile and pull a tea candle and a lighter out of your pocket. "with these. see you light it and you put it in the little holder in there, and then it floats. you wanna see?"

cayde smiles down at you and something about how bright the expression is makes you forget that you're out in a field, away from all of the light and holiday chaos of the night market. "sure," he says like it's simple. and you guess it is as you flight your lighter and light the little candle.

he watches as you place the candle in it's little structure. then he helps you lift it above your head, both of you giving it the tiniest boost as it goes on its journey in the sky. you sit in silence together as you watch it float off into space, into the smattering of stars across the sky.

"thanks for coming." you let yourself lean into the warmth of his side. he doesn't protest. it's comfortable there, in this moment, in the air trapped between the both of you. "i normally do this by myself, but it was nice to have company this year."

finally, he peels his eyes off of your little lantern in the sky to look down at you. "i had a great time. 'd love to do it again."

your expression melts into a cozy smile as your brain processes the words. i'd love to do it again sometime. you grin up at him. "deal."

#this was supposed to be SHORT #why am i incapable of being a normal person #i sat down to write this at 11pm #now it's 2am and this fic is 1.6k words long #what happened. where did they come from #cayde 6 x reader #cayde-6 x reader #cayde-6 #cayde 6 #destiny x reader #destiny 2 x reader

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springcatalyst · 5 months

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this movie is permanently implanted in my retinas. it's not even that good

#LMAO #like its definitely a fun movie. but it's blatantly just a quick star wars ripoff #but for some fucking reason i decided to splice myself an original audio only version #the power of hating out of sync dialogue i guess #ive mostly got it done. theres some quirks in the video and audio that i still need to fix #but rn I'm just working on subtitles. gotta rewrite them all to fit my timing #and the English subtitles from the Japanese version dont always actually match what theyre saying #so I'm fixing that #i sat down at like 6 today and was like ok! editing subtitles real quick!#this shouldnt take long!#little did i know. it is 11pm and im not even halfway thru #bro i WISH i could tell u how many hours ive sunk into this silly goofy project by now #let's see i watched the movie Monday. pretty much immediately downloaded the 2 versions #ive been working on it at least a bit every day... probably around 20 hours?? at least?? considering how i spend my time??#so it's safe to say this movie is part of my brain matter now #theres parts that were tricky to get the audio right. that i had to check over and over #that i know like. exactly the diction of the lines. it's kinda hilarious #watching it again as i write the captions like lol. that's that line. the cadence of it lives in my brain forever #anyway anyway. having a normal one #i literally didn't even like the movie much when i watched it like it was fine #but by nature of spending so much time with it it is now like an old friend to me #those are my pals in the silly costumes flying the silly spaceships. so true maia. or whatever

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risuola · 8 months

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FACE MASSAGE — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN ft. Yuji Itadori

You give your boyfriend a nice, relaxing face massage when Sukuna, being bored out of his mind, takes over Yuji’s body.

cw: fluff, Itadori is 18 and is a vessel for Sukuna — 1,3k words

a/n: alrighty, this one I wrote randomly thinking of how the lines actually are quite a good guide for a face massage (also, if you never had face or a scalp massage, you're missing out!). i usually write Sukuna as his separate person, but here he's in a vessel. it's nothing but purely fluffed up piece of late-night babbling, enjoy 🩷

It was already late, the clock showed almost 11pm, but you were not asleep. Yuji had just gotten home, taken a shower, and breathed out loudly, whining to heavens about how he had worked his butt off during the training session with Gojo. Your boyfriend came back all tired, and the hot shower didn't do much to soothe his strained muscles.

"I'm soooo tired," he whined again, and you couldn't help but smile at the adorable pout his lips had formed as he walked into the room you shared with him.

"'My poor thing," you cooed, kissing his forehead as he sat down next to you. "How about I give you a little face massage?"

"Yes, please," Itadori nodded vigorously and you giggled as you instructed him how to position himself and when you had his head comfortably over your lap, you warmed up a nice portion of face cream in your palms.

"Relax for me, baby," you told him, and he closed his eyes the moment your fingers made contact with his skin.

Yuji loved the magic your hands performed upon his aching muscles, and he found head and face massages particularly relaxing, so it wasn't surprising when he began to doze off in a matter of moments. With him half-asleep, you could take your time to admire the boy who had shamelessly stolen your heart with just one of his wide and extremely kind smiles, and as you glided your fingers smoothly across his forehead, down his temples, cheekbones, and jaw, you fell in love all over again. At first you were extremely gentle, stroking along his features, warming the skin as you went, before applying more pressure to the knots under his skin.

You rubbed small circles across his forehead, paying a little more attention to the space between his eyebrows and near his temples before lowering your hands to work the lotion into the large muscles over his cheeks. Using your thumbs, you forced the tension away with enough pressure to make Yuji purr softly. Then something unexpected happened. Black, tattoo-like lines appeared under your fingers and you slowed your movements, startled by the sight.

You knew that there is a curse living rent-free in your boyfriend, and you've seen Sukuna before, but he had never come out like that, for no reason, without a fight, without a single trigger, so you had no idea what to expect.

"Continue," he ordered, and you swallowed, pressing your fingertips back to his cheeks. Ironically, the lines that adorned his face made for a perfect guide for the massage, and you unconsciously followed them.

"Is there a reason for your appearance now?" you asked cautiously, keeping your fingernails away from the extra pair of eyes as you brushed over the bones beneath them.

"Nothing in particular," he replied lightly, looking up at you as his expression turned more serious. "Although I don't like you looking at me from above."

"You're literally on my lap."

"That's why I'll allow it, once. As for why," he relaxed his face again as you slid down his cheeks to work the muscle around his mouth and along his jawline. "Can you imagine how bored I am inside this brat?"

"I'm afraid not."

"You can't, that's right." A sigh left Sukuna's mouth. "What a pity, I'm bored out of my mind."

"I see, but please don't tire Yuji any more, he's already exhausted."

"You should worry about yourself rather than him being tired."

"I probably should, but if you were to decide to kill me now, you wouldn't get to experience the wonders of my scalp massage, so if you're okay with such a loss..."

You were really pushing his buttons here, being way too brave for your own good, but he seemed comfortable with the situation, which gave you hope that you wouldn't be decapitated anytime soon.

"Proceed then, and I'll make my decision afterward."

You finished his facial massage with a few light strokes along his features and wiped your hands with a tissue to remove any excess cream that hadn't absorbed yet, before you sink your hands into his hair. "Could you flip over to your stomach?" Once that was done, and Sukuna turned almost too obediently as you guided his head back to your lap, you used your fingers to brush through his blush-toned hair, pushing it back and purposefully scratching the skin between the strands as you dragged your hands to the nape of his neck. Once again, you used circular motions and quite a bit of pressure to stimulate the circulation and relax the tense muscles. You knew it was pleasurable, you knew how Yuji's body reacted to your touch and the fact that it was the King of Curses at this moment couldn't change that. The only thing different was the silence, which would normally be filled with constant mewling and whimpering from your boyfriend, but you couldn't expect those from Sukuna. Frankly, you'd be startled if he suddenly started purring.

As you worked your magic, the man remained calm, his cheek pressed against your thigh and his arms behind your back and around your legs, and it didn't really bother you too much. His touch was almost non-existent, he just kept his hands there because they had to go somewhere.

"Do you find this acceptable?" you asked quietly, lowering your fingers to graze the back of his neck. Your thumbs slid down the line of muscles that connected them to his shoulders, and he moved his arms down, giving you more access to that area.

"Acceptable is a good term," he muttered, exhaling deeply as you firmly squeezed the shoulder muscles, working out the tight knots there. Normally, this would turn Itadori into a whining mess, needy of affection and ready for endless cuddles, but for Sukuna, you put more effort into what you were doing. It felt strange. Technically, it was still your boyfriend's body that you had touched many times before, but somehow it felt like you were massaging a foreign man. Even though your fingertips knew the dips and curves of his silhouette, your mind found it hard to process.

Lost in thoughts, you let your hands go lower, onto the shoulder blades and near the spine, following the line down, working your palms into his toned back, only snapping back to reality when one of your hands brushed over the stitches. Oh yes, Yuji had injured himself the day before and because of Shoko's absence, he had to have the wound stitched up. He shouldn't be training with that at all, but he's so stubborn...

"Sukuna?", you addressed him quietly, trying to sound as respectful and polite as possible.

"What do you want?" he replied, his voice indifferent, but he knew from your tone that you needed something from him.

"There is a wound on Yuji's back. Could you heal it so that I can massage that area as well?"

“I don’t mind the pain. I don’t feel it,” he informed bluntly.

“But I can’t massage over stitches. I know it’s nothing for you, so pleaseee?”

"You're pushing your luck, you know that, right?" Sukuna laughed. Oh, how sneaky you were, he loved it, and it's only because he really enjoyed the massage that he granted your request. The sewn-up wound healed before your eyes and black stitches fell away. Your whole face lit up as you ran your hand over the spot.

"Thank youu," you smiled, and as if on autopilot, your body bent forward. You planted a soft kiss on the top of his head before you could think twice and only realized what you'd done when it was too late. Oh. "I'm sorry," you muttered quickly.

"You're so fucking clingy," he scoffed. "Humans..."

"Don't be mad, I'm just grateful," you cooed, returning your nails to his scalp to hopefully distract him from wanting to cut you to ribbons, and it seemed to do the trick as he melted over your thigh, relaxing his body once again.

In few minutes the black markings disappeared, your boyfriend was back and you were left confused but relieved.

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vivzzi · 6 months

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

synopsis: the day guard and night guard communicating through notes.

your shift starts the same way as every other day. you start by checking the pizzeria to make sure no intruders came in then you start cleaning the office. normally it’s full of empty fast food wrappers and cigarette ashes but this time you find a small bottle of sleeping pills with the owners name on the side of the bottle. mike schmidt. you remember vanessa telling you about the new night guard so you assume it’s his. grabbing a sticky note and pen you write a small note.

try and remember to take your pills home with you next time mike :)

- the day guard

you stick the note on the top of the pill bottle before sitting down and checking the cameras and taking small naps every now and then till the end of your shift. once the clock hits 11pm you grab your belongings before making your way out. while walking to the bus stop the sounds of your shoes hitting the ground with each step being the only noticeable sound throughout the empty street you start thinking about what the new night guard could be like. probably lazy since he brings his pills to work with him.

everyday starts the same. doing the same tasks around the pizzeria and checking on the animatronics every couple days. you walk into the office setting your bag on the ground taking your headphones off when you see a note attached to the security monitor.

Thanks for keeping my pills safe and not throwing them away. maybe you could tell me your name as well? i wish there was another way i could thank you.

- Mike

a small smile appears across your face before you take out another sticky note writing a small note for him.

it’s y/n and you keeping the office clean is the best thank you gift lol

- y/n

you place the note next to his old one before continuing with your job.

when you got to work the next day you didn’t bother with your daily tasks instead you were focused on reading the new note mike has left behind for you. instantly walking through the hallway and straight into the office your eyes see a tiny fort set up in the office which looks like it could fit a small child in before looking over at the desk and seeing another note.

Sorry about the fort my sister came to work with me since i didn’t have a babysitter available last night :/ i promise to clean it up once i come back later. please accept this drink as an apology gift

- Mike

you see a can of coke next to the note and you smile while picking it up. a small gesture which you appreciated.

no worries about the fort it’s kinda cute but thanks for the drink :)) please accept this i think you need it more than me

-y/n

you walk towards your bag and pull out a can of redbull before placing it next to the note feeling proud of yourself. after that you start doing your tasks with mike being the only thing occupying your mind.

your routine has completely changed instead of doing what you used to do now all you do is leave notes and small gifts for mike as he does the same for you. this time you brought a gift for his younger sister who’s name that you learnt is abby. you place the gift in her fort. a small stuffed bunny before going over to see mikes new note.

This note thing can’t go on forever i may have to clock in early one night so we can talk in person. Abby would also love to meet you.

- Mike

the note was placed on a small bar of chocolate. mike has already shared his past with jobs and how he ended working here so you never really expected any type of expensive gift from him and to be honest you loved all the things he has given you so far.

the next day was different. the second you walked into the pizzeria you were greeted with broken glass everywhere, ripped posters and prizes all over the ground. you sat down in the main dining hall covering your face out of stress you couldn’t help but to feel guilty as if the place getting broken into was your fault. suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a person running into the pizzeria.

“y/n?”

the person runs up to you before pulling you into a tight hug whispering soft words of reassurance into your ear.

“vanessa told me what happened don’t worry about it- are you hurt?”

“mike?”

you finally look up at him as he gives you a small smile and hums to show you that he’s really there before you hug him back.

“i’m so glad you’re here”

“i cant believe this is how we meet”

he makes a quick joke to lighten the mood and it works as you let out a small laugh shaking your head. the rest of the day was spent cleaning up the mess with music playing in the background while you and mike connected over anything you had in common.

leaving him that note was the best decision ever.

bonus:

you walk out of mike’s car and to his front door with him as he opens it. you see vanessa sleeping on the couch after babysitting abby. you ended up staying at the pizzeria with mike for his shift that same day which made him invite you over to meet abby.

as mike shuts the door you can hear footsteps approaching you guys. abby runs up to mike giving him a hug before turning to you slightly confused.

“abby this is y/n”

her confused expression slowly turns into an excited one as she runs up to you giving your figure a tight hug.

“thank you so much for the stuffed bunny i still have it. do you want to come and see my stuffed animal collection in my room?”

before you could answer her she drags you down the hallway and towards her room. you turn around giving mike a smile while following abby.

“already bringing her home mike? that was fast”

mike slightly jumps due to vanessa’s voice before rolling his eyes.

a/n: might turn this into a mini series because i wanna expand their relationship but im still thinking about it and i lowkey hate this 😭😭

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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hamiltonaf · 7 months

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Can you write a angst to fluff about Mbappé, he was very distant and cold with y/n and spend his free time with friends and neglected her or when he is home he gets angry with her and she got upset and left him and went to her friend or family to be away from him thinking maybe he is cheating or something (but it’s not the case) and when he realizes what he’s done he fight for her to go back to him and did everything to get her back and she forgives him because she is pregnant

Kiss & Make up | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Language & Angst but turns into fluff

A/N: Hello loves ! Finally got down to writing this and was quite surprised how quickly I did - I just wait for angst requests so I guess I got a little carried away. I hope you loves enjoy .xx

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Another weekend of thinking that Kylian and I would spend time together, but yet again he blows me off to spend time with his friends. I’ve about had it with his late nights and poor excuses. It’s driving me up the wall and I can’t stand the fake promises.

It’s almost 1am on a Saturday and he promised he would be home by 11pm. I’ve sent him countless messages, but he hasn’t replied or called me back. I even tried Achraf but he didn’t get back to me either. So, I waited. I really thought that he would at least notice how distant we’ve been lately and perhaps change that, but you know what they say… love is blind.

I had a shower and was ready for bed, but I was eagerly waiting for his arrival. He doesn’t know what’s coming.

It was 1:45am when I heard the door shut and heard his heavy footsteps coming towards our room. I was sat up against the headboard as I watched him take off his jacket and placed it on the bed. “Kylian, do you know what time it is ?” I asked seriously. “No” he said plainly as he then sat at the edge of the bed, back facing me as he took off his shoes. “You told me you’d be home by 11 and it’s almost 2 in the morning ! I tried calling you and even Achraf but both of you didn’t have the decency to even let me know if you’re coming home late !” I raised my voice. “Well, I’m here now” he said casually.

“Kylian, I swear to God your attitude is getting on my last nerve. This is the fourth or so time you blew me off for your friends. I think I’ve been quiet for far too long !” I said as I got up from the bed and walked over to stand in front of him. “Can you stop with the yelling, I’m so tired” he shook his head as he stood up and walked past me. “What the hell..you’re tired ? I’m tired of your shit excuses. Go fool some other girl who’s dumb enough to believe you. Do I have dumbass written on my forehead ?” I asked.

“Can you just shut up !” He yelled as he walked towards me. “Excuse me ?” I said stunned. “Stop with the fucking screaming. I’ve heard enough already” he said. “Obviously not ! You’re missing the bloody point as to why I even brought this up” I grew frustrated. “You’re so damn clingy, I can’t even spend time with my friends” he scoffed. “I’m clingy ? Well excuse me for actually wanting to spend time with my boyfriend when I barely even see him because I have priorities of my own. At least I tried to even make the time and you couldn’t” my voice cracked as I felt my tears pool at my eyes.

I hated crying in an argument, I never want to feel as if I’m weak, but I couldn’t control my emotions. “We talk every day. Is that not enough for you ?” He argued. “I can actually count the times we video call each other because that’s how rare it is. You can even go through our chats and see how short they are because you’re always busy” I tried to say calmly in between sniffles. My heart then told me to just leave and this isn’t worth fighting for. “You know how busy my life is and I have other priorities !” he argued. That was it.

I walked right past him without a word to our closet to pack my bag. I need to get out of here. With my tears falling even more and my vision so blurry, I barely saw what I packed in my bag..out of frustration and disappointment I just grabbed whatever clothes of mine I could find into my bag. “What are you doing now ?” He asked concerned as he watched me pack haphazardly. “I’m leaving” I sniffled. “Wait..what ? No, you can’t leave” he said as he stopped my hands. “Don’t touch me !” I said sternly and pulled my hands away from his. “You can’t leave” he said. “Just watch me” I said as I packed the last of my bag and zipped it up.

“Can we just talk ?” He said as I walked past him to grab my phone and slip on a hoodie. “Just like you didn’t care all this time, now I don’t either. You and your friends can piss off !” I said as I shoved past him when he attempted to block our door. “(Y/N) you’re being unreasonable right now. Let’s sleep and talk about this in the morning ?” He tried to reason. “Why should I even listen to you when you didn’t bother listening to me ? I can’t believe how you disrespected me within a matter of minutes. You accused me of being clingy and well I’m obviously not a part of your priorities…so continue having a ball with your friends. I won’t be a bother in your life anymore since it seems I was the problem all along”

“Babe I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that-“ he apologised. “Yes, you did. We’re over” I said lastly as I pushed past him to go outside. He continued to follow me but thank God I organised a ride whilst I was packing. “Chérie please come back inside” he said almost crying. I ignored him as I got into the car and was off to my parents' house.

The car ride to my parent’s house I just silently cried. Thank God the driver didn’t bother trying to speak to me because I was obviously not in the mood. I rang up my mum and luckily, she opened up for me. “Sweetheart, what brings you here at this part of the morning. Why didn’t you phone ?” She asked concerned. “Mum, can we talk about this in the morning ?” I said with bloodshot eyes and a tear-stained face.

Since I left, my phone was blowing up with messages from Kylian and even phone calls. I blocked his number but not from WhatsApp, just so I had the satisfaction of leaving him on read. As soon as I got back to my old room, i just felt extremely ill than usual and the next thing i knew was that I was hunched over the toilet. I cleaned myself up before collapsing on my bed and just to my luck I managed to fall off to sleep. Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep that long because I was already up 7.

I had a throbbing headache and I’ve never felt so miserable. I haven’t eaten for so many hours, perhaps eating will help. Though the thought of eating left a few seconds later when I ran to hunch over the toilet. What the hell. It then hit me that in the past 3 weeks now I was sick but ignored it thinking it was just hay fever or because I have a low immune system. Though maybe, just maybe, I could be pregnant.

Luckily my parents were still asleep, I rushed over to their car and drove to the nearest pharmacy to get a pregnancy test. As soon as I got home, I rushed over to my bathroom to take the test. Upon taking the test, I paced around my room for 10 minutes before checking the result. My jaw dropped when I saw that the test came back positive. Oh my god.

I didn’t know how to feel. I mean of course I’m happy but ugh I was still upset with Kylian, the thought of us broken up and me carrying his child just triggered my depression.

My train of thought was disrupted when the doorbell rang. It was only 8am and who the hell would come by so early to visit on a Sunday ? I unlocked the door and was face to face with Kylian. “What the hell are you doing here ?” I asked. “I just came to talk” he said softly. “Now is not the time. Please leave” I said as I was about to shut the door on his face. He stopped the door with his foot, “(Y/N) please…just allow me to explain myself” he pleaded.

“Kylian I don’t wanna hear what you have to say, please leave” I rolled my eyes. “I just need a few minutes please chérie” he pouted. Ugh not the pout. “I’m giving you a few minutes and after that I’m done” I warned. He nodded his head and lead the way to his car. I jumped into the passenger side and could feel the tension in the air. “Okay so first of all, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean anything that I said last night, I wasn’t in my right sense. You were right, my excuses are poor, and I said all of that because I couldn’t admit that I was wrong. Though now I do. You didn’t deserve any of that shit from me. You’ve been nothing but faithful, showing me how much you love and care for me, unfortunately lately I couldn’t do the same” he confessed.

I remained silent and he continued talking. “You’re not clingy at all and you are most definitely my priority” he said. “Well you have a funny way of showing it ! Is this the part where you tell me that you cheated last night ?” I raised a brow. “What ? No ! Babe you know I’d never do that to you” he said hurt. “At this point I feel like I don’t even know you anymore” I sighed. “Don’t say that… you know me so well. I’m really really sorry to let you down last night. I promise it will never happen again, seeing you leave me last night hit me like a bus. You don’t realise how much you miss someone until they’re gone, crying myself to sleep in an empty bed was the worst thing I experienced in years” he sighed. “Now you know how I felt all those nights I waited for you” I said as I felt the tears pool at my eyes once again.

“I know baby, I’m extremely sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just please come back, I can’t spend another day without you by my side. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I love you so so much chérie and I mean it” he said as he grabbed the back of my hand and placed a kiss. “I swear if you mess up one more time, me and your baby are leaving” I admitted. I mentally slapped my head.

“Wait. Did you just say baby ?” He asked in shock. “Yes I-“ he cut me off, “When were you going to tell me that we were going to be parents ?” He was stunned. “Ky, I literally found out like 5 minutes ago until you came here unexpectedly” I said. “Oh my…I feel even worse now. How far along are you ?” “About 3 weeks now” I huffed. “I can’t believe I’ve been such an ass this whole time. I’m literally the worst boyfriend” he said as he held his head in his hands. “Ky, if you could admit you were wrong and apologise for it then that’s all that matters to me” I shrugged. He smiled as he cupped by face and was inches away from kissing me.

“Not so fast, you can’t think I’ll go that easy on you now” I tried to say seriously. His jaw dropped. “Oh sorry” he said softly with a pout. After a few seconds I stifled a laugh, “You should’ve seen your face. I’m kidding. Now kiss me because-“ he didn’t even let me complete my sentence before pulling me in for a sweet kiss. Had he shut me up like this last night, we wouldn’t have had this problem in the first place.

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iforgotmyname2233 · 5 months

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needy boy.

He needs you badly...

Genre: smut

Format: One-shot.

Contents: sub!hobie, dom!reader, begging, crying, overstimulation, handjob (male receiving) male masturbation, edging.

Author's note: this is my very first smut but I've been wanting to do it for a while, if you have any requests for future smut, drabbles or fanfics I'll be more than happy to take them! Keep in mind this is my first time writing something for the public, but I'm still trying my best haha

Smut under the cut <3

it was around 11pm when you arrived home from god knows where, you felt slightly tired, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you walked up the stairs.

"Hobie.. I'm home.."

you spoke, hoping that Hobie would come out to say hi to you, but as you went up the stairs, you started to hear the muffled sounds of moaning, heavy breathing, and something wet squelching..

You went up to Hobie's closed door, hearing those sounds suddenly took away any tiredness you previously had, the thought of what you'd find on the other side of the door made your stomach flip, a part of you wanted to give Hobie his privacy, but the other part of you wanted to see the way he squirmed as he touched his pretty cock, you let out a sigh, your hand on the door handle.

You sighed and opened the door, your hand trembling as you saw the sight before you; Hobie's hand wrapped around his pretty cock, pre-cum leaking from his tip as he whined, laying down in his bed, his jeans thrown on the floor and his boxers hanging onto his trembling ankles for dear life, there was cum on his hand and on his naked stomach...he was desperate, desperate for you, no matter how many times he came, he wasn't satisfied, his cock was still rock hard as he whined and stroked himself in pure need.

"Oh, isn't this a sight for sore eyes?"

You cooed, smirking as Hobie noticed you, he gasped lightly and whined more, just seeing you made him even harder, if it was even possible.

You sat beside him on the bed, gently kissing his neck as he moaned, his neck was so sensitive, specially when he was all hot and bothered, and you knew it.

In a moment of boldness, you took Hobie's cock into your hand, looking at Hobie and asking.

"Use your words, love, do you want me to help you?"

Hobie just whined more and nodded, his cock was already twitching and leaking pre-cum into your hand as he tried bucking his hips against your fist.

"I need it so bad, luv.. please.. I couldn't stop thinking about you and your pretty hands... I need them.."

He whined, looking at you with desperate, needy eyes.

And with that single look, you started stroking him slowly.. your hand wrapping around the base of his cock as you moved it up and down, your thumb stroking the slit on his tip as he moaned and whined pathetically, mumbling small little sounds like "y-yes.." "so good.." "thank you.. ", tears crinkling up in his eyes as you stroked him, and you touched him so good that Hobie could swear he was seeing stars, all while gasping, moaning and whining out your name as he twitched in your palm, crying and begging for you to continue.

Your hand began to make a quicker pace on Hobie's dick, making it twitch as you pumped him just how he liked it. but it was getting so overstimulating for him... he was squirming, whining loudly and biting his lip as he felt heavy in his chest with pleasure, he felt like he might drown in it, but he wanted more, he wanted so, so much more.. he needed to cum, and you were making it easy for him as he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.

...or so he thought before you pulled your hand away reluctantly.

He looked at you, feeling frustrated at his ruined orgasm as he cried, whining pathetically while he humped the air, trying to find some relief to calm his aching cock.

"Please luv.. don't do that to me.."

He sighed, tears crinkling in his eyes, hoping he would get his release now.

But oh how wrong he was.

2 damn hours had passed, by now, he would've came more times than he could count, but no, you decided to edge him over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, so here he was, crying, sobbing and begging you to let him cum as his legs and hips stuttered, tears running down his pretty little face, so overstimulated yet in need for something more.. but he couldn't handle it.. he just wished you would leave his poor dick alone for a second.

"Please just make me cum now.. please.. I can't take it anymore..!"

He cried, you looked at him with a slight pout of fake pity, in reality, you were getting a kick out of this, seeing your pretty boy being so needy was a huge turn on, but.. you've had no mercy with him for 2 hours, so... maybe it was time to give him some love.

"Okay pretty, I'm sorry." You chuckled, then started stroking him slowly all over again, small little wet squelching sounds going straight to your ears as you heard Hobie moan just like he always did, those moans were like your fuel, and Hobie was a blazing fire right at this moment, so you went faster, seeing the telltale signs of Hobie's soon-to-come orgasm, like the way his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, or the way his toes curled and his legs trembled, babbling moans, but this time, you were letting him have his prize.

And after a few seconds, you saw him, you saw the way hot spurts of milky cum spurted out of Hobie's now softening cock, he was whining like crazy and babbling a bunch of "thankyouthankyouthankyou"'s as he panted heavily..

...that was one hell of a night.

#hobie brown smut #hobie brown #atsv hobie #atsv #hobie x reader #sub hobie #sub hobie brown

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neil-gaiman · 1 year

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Hi,

My name is Hayden and this is less an ask, more a rhetorical “how did you do this?!” and "this is really weird and cool please listen!" I'm not sure if you'll be interested but it's a very strange, very real story of coincidences melting my brain. I hope you find it as wonderful as it felt.

So last winter/spring I was in the last year of my undergrad degree in Twickenham. On the weekends I worked at a cocktail bar in the area -the Richmond, London area to be specific. During this time I started listening to The Sandman Audiobook on Audible. I’ve always wanted to read the graphic novel, I knew I’d like it, it’s exactly my type of fiction but something always stopped me a few pages in, I was enjoying it but it just wasn't going in (maybe it was my dyslexia or ADHD or the stress of 3rd year Uni). So I started listening to the Audiobook. It was amazing. It pulled me into the world immediately and I could listen when I while doing other things and still be engrossed. As a Creative Writing/Film student it inspired me, motivating me to write my dissertation, fueling my creativity. I would listen every spear chance I could, when I cleaned my room, as I did laundry, on my walks to lectures, on the bus to work...

I would even get to Richmond 30 minutes early so I could sit on the Green and listen for a little longer. On my breaks I would sit in the little office at the top of the building, eating my dinner at 11pm and listening to the tales of Dream of the endless. The bar was (and still is) on Brewers Lane, a narrow little cobbled-Alley that goes between Richmond Green and the high street. It's a beautiful, old bar, definitely haunted and full of memories, full of stories.

A few months later, I had finished the Audiobooks (the 2 that were out at the time), I no longer worked at the bar, I had graduated with a First Class Joint Honours. This is when The Sandman Series came out. I watch it and to my delight when it's good, more than good. The acting, production and characterisation were everything I could have wanted. I then get to Episode 6, The Sound of Her Wings. Adapted beautifully from the graphic novel. While I watch I start to recognise the environment Dream and Death were in, the park bench seemed familiar. I think "that's just London parks, they're all pretty much the same". Then the siblings start walking, and I start to recognise some landmarks of Twickenham, pubs by the river that were too expensive for me and my friends, old wisteria-covered streets I walked down with people I no longer talk to. I'm already thinking this is so cool, seeing Dream and Death walk around these places I spent the last 3 years of my life around.

Then they're back in the park. And I see it. no doubt. It's Richmond Green! The same place I would sit and listen to the audiobooks! the exact place I sat! daydreaming, people-watching and listening. Where I pictured these exact characters in my mind's eye. The embodiment of story and imagination was standing on the Green that I had imagined him on.

Dream and death say their goodbyes and I am full of wonder, disbelief and some other hard-to-define emotion. Dream walks away from his older sister. He enters an alley. No, a lane. He's walking down Brewers Lane. The Lane I worked on for a year. The Lane I sat above listening to Lord Morpheus in existential angst and now he was walking below it. Waking among the people. Walking past the shops I passed. At that moment I felt like I had willed him into existence. At this point, my mind was well and truly blown. Then he came to just outside the Bar, my Bar, and the scene ends. The scene ends at the very same place I would stand, at 2am, smoking with my friends after a hard shift, before we'd go back inside, and make each other the most extravagant drinks we could come up with and talk til 5am. Then stumble back to that spot, say our goodbyes and make our way home. And I had just seen Dream stand there.

I know this is all a coincidence, that Tom and Kirby aren't actually Dream and Death. I didn't actually will the TV series into the world. Lots of stuff is filmed in Richmond, it was probably filmed before I even worked there and I could have been listening to any audiobook at the time. It's not a magical occurrence, it's scratches on shiny metal, random and without meaning. But for that moment, watching that episode, You (and 50+ other people) held up a flame to the scratches, letting me see all the meaning and purposeful patterns I could ever want. And that's just a bit magical I think.

But yeah, I think it's pretty clear you've somehow gotten directly into my brain, Netflix knows something and the show was made specifically for me!

That's magic.

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spectersgirl · 2 months

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heyyy!! so i just started s5 of suits and (spoiler if you haven’t seen it!!!!) harvey’s panic attacks were introduced after donna left and IM HURTING FOR HIM. but i think that’s such great angst material lol so if you’re still taking requests maybe something with that?

Hiiiii friends!

I know I've been gone for... quite a while... but I'm hoping to start writing more frequently again! I've undergone some massive life changes over the last few months and the stress of that basically caused me to completely burn out creatively. That being said, I have a TONNN of requests in my inbox and a few of them are generally in this same realm, so I will be using all of them for this piece, I hope that's okay with you all <3

The other requests were

"soft harvey just around his girl in a tense moment?!"

"hiii! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could write a fic where harvey had like a bad day at work and he just goes home and collapses onto the reader. like just hugs and softness and cuddles galore!"

I referenced actual events and lines from the show but changed up the context a little bit, obviously.

I appreciate you all for reading my work and liking it enough to request anything from me. I've never had such a positive response to anything I've created before, so this all means the world to me. Truly, thank you :')

Be With You

Harvey Specter x Reader

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It was nearly 11pm and you were teetering on sleep, having worked all day and come home to do a much-needed cleaning of your apartment followed by a glass of wine, when your phone loudly pinged on the nightstand. You fumbled for it and turned on the small bedside lamp next to you. You smiled when you saw it was your boyfriend, probably just saying goodnight, you'd assumed.

"Hey, can I come over? Please? I really need to see you right now."

A pit formed in your stomach reading the words on your screen. Though you hadn't been dating Harvey all that long, you'd spent a lot of time together, but he'd never sent a message like that.

"Of course, is everything okay?"

You couldn't help but worry, it was simply in your nature. You stared at the bubbles that indicated he was typing, which seemed to take an eternity.

"Not really, it's been a rough day and I just really need you."

Your heart lurched, Harvey had rough days all the time as a lawyer, but none had caused this response from him. You wondered what could've possibly happened. You got up, going back out into the living room and took a seat on the couch as you lit your electric fireplace with a remote.

"I'm sorry :( come over whenever, I'll unlock the door for you."

You did just that and looked down at the pajamas you'd chosen, just some shorts and a tank top. You decided they were fine enough for Harvey to see you in. You busied yourself with some TV to pass the time until he arrived. He was there in 20 minutes, and you immediately clocked the visible exhaustion on his face as he walked inside.

He dropped his jacket onto the couch without saying a word. You opened your arms for him as he walked to you and wrapped himself around you in a hug that felt like he was clinging to you for dear life. You stroked the hair at the back of his neck as he breathed you in, and you felt that he had been sweating.

"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" You asked hesitantly, still cradled in his strong arms.

He shook his head before pulling back, allowing you to really look at him now. His eyes looked like he'd been crying, and his cheeks were flushed. Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

"Not right now, I just need to be with you." He said, his voice slightly hoarse.

You nodded and sat with him on the couch, laying your head on his chest while you listened to his heartbeat. He absentmindedly stroked your hair while staring into the fireplace, debating on whether he wanted to fully open up about everything that was on his mind.

When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with nerves, and you sat up at full attention.

"I... A while back, right before I met you, Donna had left my desk to go and work for Louis. When that happened, I started having panic attacks. It felt like I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, it just completely took over my entire body until it passed. She came back to work for me, and then I met you, and I think that combination helped me tremendously."

You nodded, listening as he continued.

"I didn't want to tell you about it because I didn't want you to worry or make you think I was weak, and since I stopped having them, I didn't think it was important anymore, but today... I had another one."

"Harvey, I would never think you were weak for being honest about your feelings or your struggles. I'd like to think you'd be understanding and supportive of me if I was going through the same thing."

"Of course I would!" He said definitively.

"Exactly. So, do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to sit some more?"

He sighed and ran his free hand through his hair.

"Donna told me she didn't want to be on my desk anymore, she said she wanted more. I get that, but I just don't know how I'm going to do what I do without her help."

"Did she say what she meant by 'more'?" You asked softly.

"She said she didn't know."

Harvey hung his head slightly, looking down at the floor. You could tell how much this was affecting him, normally he had all the answers and didn't sweat about getting what he wanted, but this time felt different. You knew how much he and Donna had been through for them to get to this point, so it never occurred to you that someday she might want to leave her position. You idly rubbed circles on his back.

"Maybe you can still give her more and keep her at the firm with you?" You suggested, desperately trying to come up with a solution to soothe the pain you knew he was in.

"I'd love that, but ultimately if she wants to go, I have no choice but to let her."

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulder, you yawned and briefly closed your eyes as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You tired?" Harvey asked softly, suddenly noticing that it was long past the time you normally went to bed.

You nodded, sitting up again.

"Yeah, but I knew you needed me." You answered, looking up at him as you grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to keep you up." He replied, feeling guiltier than he had when he walked in. The time hadn't even registered to him after the day he'd had.

"No, no. It's okay, this is what partners do. You should be able to lean on one another, it's a balance. I'm glad you trust me and our relationship enough to want me to be with you for this while you process. Now, are you sleeping here with me or are we going back to your place? Because I know you, and I know you won't admit you don't want to sleep alone tonight."

Harvey smiled weakly before he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

"I love you, Y/N. So much." He whispered against your lips when the kiss broke.

The admission made your heart skip a beat. Neither of you had said the L word yet, but you knew from the moment you saw him that he was it for you. Harvey had felt the same but didn't want to come off as some crazy boyfriend that knew you for all of five minutes, so he buried those feelings deep down for as long as he could bare.

"I love you too, Harvey." You said, a smile growing on your lips.

"Let's stay here tonight, I don't want to spend another second not in a bed with the wonderful, gorgeous, brilliant, selfless woman that I love." Harvey declared, standing and taking you with him.

"Uh oh, you're gonna make me cry." You warned, sensing the impending waterworks.

"I'm just getting started."

#harvey specter #harvey specter suits #harvey specter x reader #suits fics #harveyspecter #request #suits #we're so back

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ad7red · 1 year

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ur jack hcs are making me giggle 🤭 can i req jack with a girlfriend that’s always really tired??

SLEEPY HEAD

idk if u meant a blurb or hcs so i’m just gonna do a blurb (lmk if u want hcs instead!!) also this is pretty ironic bc i’m writing this at 11pm LMAO

PAIRING; jack champion x fem!reader

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There you were, laying down sleeping on Jack’s couch. At 3. In the afternoon. Now, this wasn’t an uncommon sight for Jack, he found you in an almost identical situation every other day.

Careful not to wake you, he slowly propped himself next to you. He examined your features whilst you were asleep, “Wow,”. He wondered how someone could look so pretty while sleeping.

However, that moment of tranquility was soon interrupted by your groggy mumbling, which caused Jack to start quietly giggling. “Mornin’ sleepy head” in response he got various inaudible grunts.

After about 5 minutes of your grunts, you sat up and murmured “What time is it?”, Jack tapped his Apple watch to check the time and swiftly responded “3:30”. You had work in 30 minutes.

“Jack! I have a shift today why didn't you wake me up??” He had a sneaky grin plastered on his face. “I know, I know, you just looked so pretty asleep, I couldn’t bring myself to do it!”

You rolled your eyes and just pecked him on the lips before going to get ready to leave for work.

also not proof read bc i wrote this in like 30 min LOL (also 2 post in a day?? what is this madness??)

#jack champion x reader #jack champion #jack champion gif #jack champion scream #scream #avatar #fanfic #x reader #sleepy reader #scream x yn #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry gif #jack champion x y/n

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gridgirldrabbles · 2 years

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Three Isn’t Always A Crowd

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Y/N x Max Verstappen

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: smut, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral sex

Request: Bestie I am inspired by the last vid you posted where Charles is talking about max. Anyways! I would love if you could write something where Max & Charles both like the reader and they’re fighting for her attention but in the end they end up doing a threesum bc both boys wanna prove that they’re the better person for the reader

A/N: I changed it up slightly, I hope that’s okay!!

When you had turned up at the Hungarian Grand Prix this weekend, you thought it would be work as normal before you could head home for some well-deserved rest over the summer break. How wrong you were.

You had been over the moon when you’d been offered a job by F1, taking photos of drivers and the races over the weekend. You’d had a passion for racing since you were younger, and the moment you had picked up a camera it was clear that you had a natural talent for photography, so this was a dream come true for you.

What you hadn’t anticipated was becoming such close friends with a lot of the drivers. You thought you might have been lucky enough to say hi to one or two of them every now and again, but it appears that many of them had taken an instant shining to you. Because of your close relationship with much of the grid your photos turned out better than ever, managing to capture the true personalities of each of the drivers through your lens.

You couldn’t deny that you were particularly close with two of the drivers, getting on well with both of them instantly. Your life was made a million times more difficult by the fact they were currently rivals on the track, both very much in contention for the championship title. Charles and Max got on perfectly well, but it wasn’t like they spent a lot of time together because of their teams. If they were seen as being close friends it would’ve made it harder for both of them on and off track. In fact, the most time they’d spent together that season was when they’d been trying to steal you off the other.

Neither were very subtle in their advances, both making it clear that they were attracted to you with their flirty comments and lingering touches. Not only did they want to make it known to you that they were interested, but they needed the other to know in hopes they would back off. How naïve of them, thinking that the other was going to give you up easily without a fight. Max and Charles were two of the most competitive people you’d ever met, you usually admired them for it, but when they were competitive over you it could be quite tiresome.

Especially when neither of them knew that you’d slept with the other. You were well aware of the fact that it was stupid to sleep with both of them, risking your job and your friendship with both of them if it was to come out. The anxiety the situation was causing you was astronomical, but it was like your body couldn’t control itself when one of them sent you a text at 11pm asking if you were still awake.

You couldn’t deny that the sex with both of them was amazing. Different, but amazing. There was only one other person who knew what was going on and that was Lando Norris, the first driver you’d met when you started your job, as well as your current best friend. It was killing him not to talk about it, being close friends with both Max and Charles, but he knew that it was down to you to choose between them or call it off with both. That didn’t stop the relentless teasing though, you could bet your life that he would make a comment about it every time you saw each other when he was sure no one else was listening.

That led you to now, sat outside the McLaren hospitality with the curly haired Brit as you had breakfast, FP1 wasn’t until after lunch so you decided to have a little catch up before he was too busy to see you.

‘How’s it going with your lovers?’ Lando asked as he shoved his pancakes into his mouth, words coming out muffled as his face got covered in syrup.

You rolled your eyes both at his actions and his question, ‘It’s like eating with a child,’ you said as you shoved a napkin towards him, ‘and it’s fine, just causing me all the stress under the sun.’

He couldn’t help but laugh as you buried your face into your hands, how had you gotten yourself into this situation? ‘You could just call it all off you know, just be friends with both of them instead.’

‘I know, but it’s like my body just gravitates towards them. There’s genuinely something wrong with me.’

‘What’s wrong with you?’ A shiver went down your spine as the Dutch accent flowed into your ears, your cheeks turning a bright shade of pink at the idea of him overhearing your conversation.

Lando looked like a deer caught in headlights so the responsibility of getting yourself out of this situation fell on to your shoulders, ‘Nothing, nothing, I just accidentally left my key in my hotel room this morning, I’m going to have to ask reception for another one.’ Believable right? Max was well aware of how forgetful you were, constantly asking to borrow his stuff when you were together.

‘Well, you know you’re always welcome in my room.’ His hand lingered on your shoulder before he walked off towards the Red Bull garage. You were convinced Lando’s laughter could’ve been heard from miles around as you rested your head on the table and groaned.

‘Lando, you need to help me, I can’t do this anymore.’ You pleaded with him, as much as you liked both of the boys you knew you couldn’t keep this up anymore.

‘Hey, don’t look at me, you got yourself into this mess. They’re both my mates, I can’t get involved.’

Before you knew it Lando was being called into the garage to look over some data before the first practice session, leaving you sat outside the papaya building as you finished your morning coffee. You were appreciating the few moments of peace before you were quickly interrupted.

‘Here all on your own?’ Your eyes drifted up to the handsome face looming over you, a smile plastered on his lips, his red shirt making him stick out like a sore thumb.

‘Lando had to go to the garage, I’m just finishing my drink then I need to get to work.’

‘You can come to the garage with me if you want, get a few shots of the car, or your favourite muse.’ He winked, or attempted to, in your direction, making you laugh. Charles had first figured out that you might be interested in him when he noticed you took a lot more pictures of him than his teammate and it had become a running joke ever since.

‘You make it sound like I’m Michelangelo, I’ve only got a camera.’ You laughed, the pink hue still lingering on your face as it often did when you ran into him unexpectedly.

‘It’s still art, your shots are beautiful, much like you.’ Your cheeks were burning by this point and Charles couldn’t help but laugh, he always knew how to make you act like a school girl with her first crush. ‘Do you want to come over later?’

His question shocked you, he rarely asked if you wanted to meet up in person, rather saving it for a late-night text. ‘Okay, what time?’

’10? We could watch a movie or something first.’ First. Because both of you knew what was going to happen when the two of you were alone together, it was like you couldn’t control yourselves.

‘Yeah, that sounds nice,’ you replied as you entered the garage, ‘now make yourself look busy so I can get some good photos.’ You managed to capture the beauty of his natural laugh, his eyes lighting up and his smile wide across his face. This Charles was your favourite. The one you could have a laugh with, the one who looked most at peace, the one who made you feel butterflies whenever you caught him looking at you.

The day flew by before you could even register that both practice sessions were over. It was nearing on 8pm before you even left the track, your stomach rumbling as you’d only been able to have a quick lunch before heading to the pitlane for both practice sessions. You couldn’t tear your mind away from the bath you were going to run when you got back to your room, trying to avoid seeing Max and Charles together was becoming increasingly difficult, and it was making you more tense than ever.

‘Hey, Y/N!’ You stopped in your tracks as you heard your name being called, turning around to find the Dutchman himself jogging towards you, ‘Do you want me to drive you back to the hotel?’ You were going to call an uber, but you had to admit the luxury of Max’s car sounded much better.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yeah of course, I’m only driving myself so hop on in.’ You caught up on the day as you walked to the area where all the drivers parked their car. That car park was probably worth more than you’d ever make in your life with the amount all those cars were worth.

You slid yourself in to the passenger side and buckled in as Max drove the short journey back to where you were both staying. Soft music filled the car, and you couldn’t help but glance over at him as he drove. He looked undeniably attractive with his arms tensed as he turned the corner, face glowing under the street lights passing by. Max saw you staring out the corner of his eye, ‘See something you like?’

Your cheeks flushed having been caught in your admiration of the driver, ‘Maybe.’

‘Only maybe? Maybe you could come over later and I could turn that maybe into a yes.’ His eyes flickered towards you, awaiting you answer. Your heart sank at his request, as much as you would’ve loved to join him you’d already promised Charles that you would see him.

‘Oh, actually…I kind of already have plans?’ You sheepishly admitted. This was the first time that Max had asked you to come over and you hadn’t been able to. You could tell by the look on his face that he was shocked at your refusal.

‘Plans. Mind if I ask with who?’ You knew he didn’t mean anything by his inquiry, but it made your heart beat faster and your hands start to sweat.

‘Just Lando, we said we’d have a movie night to get his mind off this season.’ He nodded his head at your answer but offered no response of his own, leaving the rest of the car ride in comfortable silence.

Once you’d arrived at the hotel the both of you made your way through the lobby, Max lagging behind making you turn and furrow your eyebrows at his actions. ‘I thought you needed a new key for your room?’

Your eyes widened as you remembered the conversation you had with him earlier, ‘I actually had the spare key in my bag! I found it when I was looking for my lens case earlier.’ You fished around into the bottom of your bag until you pulled out the key card triumphantly. Max laughed at your antics before walking to the elevator with you, arm slung over your shoulder pulling you in to his side. No one would’ve glanced twice if they saw the pair of you, you two had been touchy ever since you’d first met.

As you stopped at your floor Max gave you a hug and a kiss on the forehead, your face unable to hide the joy it brought you. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow?’ He asked as you started walking down the corridor. You replied with a nod and a wave before the doors closed and he went up to his own floor.

The bath you’d been thinking about was sure worth the wait, your muscles instantly relaxing as you sank into the hot water, the bubbles enveloping your body. You could’ve stayed there all evening if it wasn’t for your rumbling stomach, and you knew you had to eat before you saw Charles. Unwillingly you dragged yourself out of the warm embrace of the bath and to the phone on the bedside table to order room service. You mentally made a note to thank your boss for having room service be included with the free hotel room when you saw them tomorrow.

While you were waiting for your food your got yourself ready for the evening. Charles never expected you to dress up for him, he thought you were sexy whether you were dressed to the nines or just in sweats, it didn’t matter to him. You settled on a baggy shirt and your favourite joggers, if the two of you actually did watch a movie then at least you would be comfortable.

Once dinner had been finished it was nearing upon 9:45, Charles had already sent you his room number for the weekend, so you figured there was no harm in heading up there early. You reached the sixteenth floor without seeing another person which you were extremely thankful for, you could do without anyone asking what you were doing outside the Ferrari drivers’ room at this time of the night. You quickly found the door marked 1627 and knocked softly, you didn’t want to be too loud to disturb anyone else nearby.

The sound of a door opening could be heard, but to your horror it wasn’t the one in front of you. The door to room 1625 opened next to you and if there was anytime you had wanted the ground to swallow you up, it would’ve been then. Emerging from the room was the last person in the world you wanted to see when you had just knocked on Charles’ door.

Max caught your figure from the corner of his eye, his face being overtaken by a look of confusion. ‘I thought you were with Lando this evening?’ Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the door in front of you began to open. You could feel your heart sinking into your stomach, knowing how badly you had fucked up.

‘Good evening cherie, are you okay? You look at little flushed.’ Charles’ worry for you soon dissipated as he noticed Max stood to your right, his jaw clenched as his eyes met Charles’.

‘So when you told me you were spending the evening with Lando, that was a lie?’ Max couldn’t hide the anger from his voice, and he had to admit that he was hurt by your actions. If you didn’t want to sleep with him then you should just tell him, rather than making up excuses.

‘Lando?’ Charles’ voice was laced with confusion, feeling like he opened his bedroom door into a private conversation that he hadn’t been invited to, ‘What does Lando have to do with this?’

‘Nothing! Lando has nothing to do with anything.’ Your frustration was evident, your cheeks growing hotter by the second as you tried to figure out a way to get yourself out of this situation. It seemed like neither of them had connected the dots yet and you very much would’ve liked to keep it that way.

‘Why do you care that she’s not with Lando?’ Charles couldn’t stop himself from asking, he knew it wasn’t really his business but it was obvious that you’d lied to Max about spending time with him, so he felt like he had a right to know.

‘I asked her if she was free tonight and she said she already had plans with him.’

‘Well we’ve had plans since this morning so…’ If you could’ve slapped your hand over the Monegasques’ mouth, you would have. He obviously knew you didn’t want Max to know, but you knew that neither of them were going to let this go easily.

‘Can we not do this in the corridor please?’ You herded the pair on them in to the room, shutting the door behind you softly as you took a deep breath. They were bound to find out so they may as well hear it from you.

‘Are you going to tell us what’s going on?’ Max was stood with his arms crossed against his chest, a displeased look plastered across his face. Charles just looked lost, he knew that the two of you were friends but he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t tell Max you had plans with him, using Lando as an excuse instead.

‘I’ve been sleeping with both of you.’ The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, the admission of guilt making you feel like you could’ve thrown up then and there.

The looks on both of their faces would’ve been comical if you were in any other situation. Both were shocked, and they soon turned to look at each other before cringing. You could almost see their minds working to think of all the times you had said you were busy, were you with the other person?

‘Both of us?’ Charles clarified as you nodded your head from across the room.

‘How long?’ Max asked.

‘A couple of months, around when you started fighting for the championship.’ You cringed at your own words, shame filling your body. You cared deeply about both of the men stood in front of you, and it felt like you had betrayed their trust.

‘Can Max and I have a minute to talk please?’ Charles’ question shocked you. You thought they would’ve been directing the questions to you, considering you were the one who had kept your relationships hidden from both of them. All you could do was nod before trudging back towards the bedroom door. ‘We’ll text you later.’

Making your way back down to your room you felt positively sick. How could you have done this? Why did you think this was a good idea? You flopped yourself down on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling as you waited for your phone to buzz, but it never did. You could only assume that the conversation hadn’t gone well, both of them deciding that they hate you and never wanted to see you again.

You had no idea at which point you’d fallen asleep, but your phone was still in your hand and the clock now told you that it was just past midnight. A soft knock could be heard coming from your door, and you could only assume that was what woke you up in the first place. Pulling yourself off the bed you walked to the door, opening it to find the two people you least expected.

‘Can we come in?’ You swung the door open wider to let them both past, both drivers taking a seat at the end of your bed.

‘Are you guys okay?’ You knew it was probably a silly question, but you still wanted to know. They were two of your closest friends after all.

They glanced sideways at each other, ‘We’re okay,’ Max replied for the both of them, ‘We just have a few questions.’ Expecting this would happen you nodded your head; it was the least you could do for them.

‘Who did you start sleeping with first?’

‘Max.’ A small smile took over his face, but it quickly disappeared when Charles piped up with his own comment.

‘So then you started sleeping with me because he didn’t satisfy you?’ He knew it was petty but he genuinely couldn’t help himself. Max had virtually run away with the championship at this point, he was going to take any win that he could.

You couldn’t have stopped the laughter leaving your mouth even if you’d tried, but you quickly shut up when you saw the look on Max’s face. ‘No, that’s not what happened. We just had a vibe.’

‘A vibe?’ Max asked, scowl still very much present.

‘I had a vibe with both of you, Max just made the move first.’

‘Who was better in bed?’ The question shocked you, even more so because it came from the Ferrari driver.

‘I’m not answering that.’

‘That means one of us was better.’

‘No it doesn’t.’

‘Yes it does.’ Max decided to pipe up then, also wanting to know which of the two you thought was better. They were both confident in their abilities and you couldn’t deny that both of them were great between the sheets.

‘You’re both good in bed, I don’t see why it matters.’ The way they looked at each other already told you that they had planned something while they were alone.

‘Well, we know a good way that you could make a decision.’

The way they both stood from the bed and walked toward you almost had your thighs clenching together, but you still had no idea what they had planned. You had a better idea when Charles stood in front of you, his hands cupping your face as he brought his lips to yours, and Max attached his lips to your neck from behind.

You quickly lost yourself in the feeling of two pairs of hands roaming your body, you barely noticed when Max’s fingers started to lift the bottom of your shirt until he was pulling it over your head. The boys spun you round between them, Max’s lips finding yours as soon as they could. Charles focused on removing your bra from your body before his hands cupped your tits and played with your nipples as you moaned into his rivals mouth.

‘You’re both wearing a lot don’t you think?’ You said as you briefly pulled over from the Dutchman, his hands making quick work of his shirt as you turned to help Charles rid himself of his. It was clear that both men wanted you to themselves but that wasn’t conducive with their plan to see who was the best, so they reluctantly settled for taking turns for your attention.

As things progressed, gropes got needier, kisses got sloppier, and you couldn’t contain the moans that fell from your lips whenever one of them touched you. Charles was working on your front, hands massaging your breasts as his mouth alternating sucking on your nipples, his gentle touch sending shocks down to your core like they usually did. Max was back behind you, lips gently biting and sucking on the smooth skin of your neck, undoubtedly going to leave marks but none of you cared. His hands alternated between grabbing your ass cheeks and teasingly ghosting over your pussy which made you more desperate than ever.

Somehow you ended up with your back flat against the bed, Charles perched between your legs and Max kneeling next to your head. No one needed to say where everyone was going, it was almost like the boys had planned this down to each breath. Your joggers were slowly tugged down your legs, your chest heaving as your eyes swept over the two figures around you. Surely this wasn’t real, surely this wasn’t actually going to happen. Maybe they got you all worked up just to leave you all worked up and alone.

Any doubts you had in your mind were quickly replaced when Charles licked a stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit between his pink lips. The sound you made was bound to be heard in the next room, and Max knew exactly the way to keep you quiet. He nudged his cock against your lips and groaned as your tongue swirled around the tip. You knew exactly what he liked, having done this countless times before, and had him moaning in mere seconds.

It was hard to focus on satisfying Max when Charles was doing such a good job in between your legs. He hadn’t let up at all, switching between harshly sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue. If he was being completely honest, he could spend hours upon hours going down on you and he wouldn’t complain once. To know that he had you such a moaning mess to the point where you were struggling to keep your mouth moving along Max’s shaft had him smirking against your centre.

You could feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten, your mind was so clouded with lust that your hand had to do the majority of work on Max’s cock while you focused just on the head. Your legs clenched around Charles’ head and he knew that you were about to cum, so he flicked your clit with his tongue in the way that he knew you loved and had you coming undone immediately. The vibrations from your groans were enough to push the Red Bull driver toward his own orgasm and you made sure to catch it all in your mouth before swallowing.

‘Good girl.’ Cooed Max as he brushed a thumb lovingly over your cheek, as much as people thought he could be stoic and aggressive, he was nothing but sweet with you.

‘Think you can go for some more?’ Charles asked, standing from his place between your thighs, his hard on evident through his boxers. Max knew he would need a second to get himself ready again, so he didn’t mind Charles being the first to fuck you, he had made you cum after all.

You nodded shyly from your spot on the bed, immediately getting onto your hands and knees because you knew it was one of his favourite positions. Max was almost shocked at how Charles didn’t even need to ask you to move, but he knew how obedient you could be when you wanted to.

He ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit slightly before pushing himself into you until he bottomed out. Your body couldn’t help but collapse further onto the bed, head resting on your folded arms as you looked towards Max who was sat on the loveseat in the corner of the room, hand wrapped around his cock.

Charles gave you a moment to adjust before he pulled himself out and agonisingly slowly pushed himself back in until his pelvis met your ass. He set a steady rhythm, watching your ass bounce as you pushed yourself back to meet his thrusts. While sex with the Monegasque started off sweet, it often didn’t stay that way.

The thrusts got faster and faster until he had set a blistering pace, the sound of skin slapping being the loudest noise in the room next to your moans. Your eyes screwed themselves shut as you felt his hand land on your ass, undeniably leaving a handprint for you to find later when they had both left. While Charles was making you feel so good, you couldn’t take your eyes away from Max.

He couldn’t believe that he was watching his number one rival fuck you and he was enjoying it. He couldn’t stop the pace of his hand around his cock, your face contorting with pleasure making him want to decorate it with his cum. But he knew he couldn’t cum yet, he still had a point to prove, and to do that he needed to fuck you himself.

Charles could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft, telling him that you were close to your release. His hand buried itself in your hair before tugging you up so that your back was pressed against his chest, his other hand snaking around your body until it found your clit. The added pressure of his middle finger drawing fast circles around the bud was enough to send you into overdrive, seeing stars as your hurtled toward your orgasm.

With only a few more thrusts Charles joined you, pulling himself out and cumming on your ass as he usually did. Both of you caught your breath while Max went to get you a tissue. While he was willing to fuck you with Charles in the room, he wasn’t willing to fuck you when you were covered in his cum.

‘Are you feeling okay?’ Charles asked, his face showing his concern clearly as much as he tried to hide it. You nodded, feeling your hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat that had formed there.

The Ferrari driver made his way over to the seat Max had been occupying while the Dutchman got himself situated on the bed, waiting for you to straddle his waist. You did happily, as much as your two orgasms had worn you down you were always willing to go for a third.

You sank down onto Max’s cock causing everyone in the room to groan at both the sight and the feeling. You moved your hips back and forth slowly, your pussy sensitive from the pounding it had just gotten from Charles. It didn’t take long for the both of you to need more.

Max’s hands were glued to your waist, hands guiding your movements with increasing speed as you planted your hands on his chest to give you more leverage. He wasn’t surprised that your body was so tired from what it had already been through, so he decided to give you a little help. He placed his feet onto the mattress behind you and lifted his hips up to meet your movements, thrusting his cock even deeper inside of you.

You were captivated by his big blue eyes staring up at you, and you couldn’t help but smile when he gave you a cheeky wink as his thrusts got faster. You looked over to see Charles enjoying the show, hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched you get lost in the feeling of the man below you. Both men thought they would be more jealous when it came to a situation like this but they were both surprised by how much they were enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for that familiar feeling to build in your abdomen, your pussy clenching as your hips moved faster trying to seek release. Max quickly got the hint and moved one of his hands from your hip to your clit, thumb brushing it in just the right way to make the coil inside you snap.

Max could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly so he flipped you over before pulling out and hovering above your chest, releasing himself across your tits. Charles, who had had to get himself to that point, not that he minded too much, decided on a similar course of action. He sprung up from the chair in the corner and the way you lazily smiled up at him told him everything he needed to know as he added his own cum to the mix on your chest.

Both boys could’ve exploded as you swiped a finger across the liquid now covering you and brought it to your lips to suck it off. They cleaned you off gently, and if you weren’t so tired you would’ve seen the pair of them glance at each other as they settled down either side of you.

Max got you a glass of water while Charles lovingly brushed his hands through your hair, your eyes closing at the relaxing, familiar feeling. Your body had certainly been through a lot that evening, far more than you were expecting, so you were ready to send both boys on their way and curl up into bed.

The silence of the room was stark compared to the sounds that had filled it only moments before, and you were almost certain they had both fallen asleep until Max’s voice broke the peace.

‘So who was better then?’

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a66-1 · 26 days

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Whiskey. Neat, please.

Simon x Bartender!Afab!Reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 |

⚠️tw⚠️ cursing, weird guys. (warming up on this one ::)))

a/n: first time in a while writing something longer. (I, me, my, pronouns.) Bear with me please :) (d'ya get what the title hints at? No? okay.)

Fucking busy night. Christ, should've let Christy take this shift..

I wiped down the bar from whatever other nasty people have been putting their unwashed hands on it before more eventually ruin my efforts. It was barely 11pm and the bar was already fucking packed with men and women determined to forget the rest of their weekend in this dingey place. My boss made me take a shift for someone, and Christy politely offered to take it, and I stupidly declined.

I needed the money, for christs sake.

The speaker surrounding the top of the main drink bar in the middle of the bar started playing too sweet by hoizer, and I hummed softly in approval. I slung the towel over my shoulder, walking back behind the bar to start wiping down some glasses that have been way overdue.

My co-worker, Shelby, bumped my hip with hers. I glance over to her, a what the hell? look on my face. She giggled, and oogled her eyes over to a group of people presumably, but I didnt follow her gaze.

"I fuckin love that we get those.. Military men from time to time.. God, makes me take the night shifts just to feed my eyes," she gave another laugh, before going to pour a glass, noticing my uninterested response.

"Oh come on, girl, you're such a loner, you need to get yourself out there! Don't tell me that old dickwad is still trying to get in your pants again-"

I cut her off, scoffing, "Jesus, Shelby, shut up. I'm not interested in your weird taste in men." *I moved away from her, heading to another full sink. I slid the clean cups to the guys pouring drinks, huffing softly. Jesus, they need to actually staff this place..

I hear a seat slide back, and then shift forward. I tilted my head up, and I'm met with a weirdo, his chin resting on his palm, almost impatiently. I shift my stance taller, giving him a once over. I'm used to picking theses guys out from a crowed, incase he fucks with any girls here.

"Ya need a drink?" I offered, tapping the cup against the counter. He gave a slow, sideways smile under his mask.

"O' course. Made my mouth all dry with that bitter gaze you got on you." The guy snickered, before waving his hand once he noticed my unamused expression. "Kidding. Take a joke, darling."

I scoffed under my breath, and I learned my throat. "Whaddya want, sir?"

"I mean, honestly? You baby.. But drink wise... Maybe a whiskey, on the rocks." He gave me a weird smile. I poured the whiskey, and droped some ice in there, sliding it to him. He drank from it as I cleaned out more glasses, his eyes keen on me.

I tried to shift once more to another side of the bar, but the guy fuckin grabbed me. I pulled back, cursing at him..

And this big ass motherfucker comes out from God knows we're, and sits the guy down. He's got a Skull mask on, and clad with military gear.

"Sit." Was the only word that left his mouth. The guy huffed and pushed him off, cursing things at him. The skull masked guy turned to me, bowing his head slightly. I rolled my eyes hesitantly.

"Okay, Mr. Big ego who need to save poor women. I can handle myself-" The guy huffs to silence me.

"Was jus' helpin' lovie." He sat in the guys old seat, nodding his head towards me. "'M Ghost. Mind gettin' me a drink?"

I let my eyes examine this new guy, before nodding. "Uh.. I.. Yeah. I'll.. Grab you a.. Uh..?" I motioned for him to tell me. He smirked, and shrugged.

"Nothin' wild. I want y'to remember my order." He drummed his fingers for a moment before snapping, like he got some bright idea. "Whiskey. Neat, please."

(not proof read) thank you for reading! I'm working in the other parts, and this one might be longer maybe idk I'm tired.

-a661

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toomuchracket · 2 months

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lovers' quarrel (ross x girlband gf!reader angst)

day 5 of valentine's week. schedule clashes are getting to you. enjoy <3

you haven't spoken to your boyfriend in a week.

you're sleeping in the same bed as him, yeah, but ross is always asleep when you let yourself into his house at 11pm, body aching after a 12-hour day of dance rehearsals and video shoots and last-minute touch-ups to the instrumentals and harmonies and mixing on your band's new album. and you're always asleep when he leaves at 8am to drive to the studio to finish recording the new 75 LP (scheduled for release a month after yours), a kiss to your sleep-messy hair the only real bit of physical contact he gets to give you.

even your phone calls during studio breaks keep missing each other; you only hear your boyfriend's voice filtered through crackly phone lines, an obvious reminder that you're apart. in fact, the closest you've felt to ross in about eight days is when you use his body wash, in the freezing shower you take to soothe your screaming leg muscles before you get into bed with him.

you hate this. you miss him, so much.

ross misses you, too - he tells you at the end of every voicemail he leaves, paired with a “love you”, in such a defeated tone it brings tears to your eyes. you call him back, leave a similar message of your own, and go back into the rehearsal room and dance your heart out, as if it isn't breaking more with every passing second.

is this what life is always going to be like for the two of you, a loving relationship reduced to fleeting moments of getting to spend time with each other in between tours and shows and recording sessions and writing and promo? you're not sure how long you could take it, if it is.

but you love ross. so fucking much. surely you can do something to make it better for both of you.

the question is… what?

you're mulling over that on your lunch break, sat alone outside the studio complex with your tofu bowl and lucozade, thinking about how thursdays have always been the worst day of the week (double maths back in the day, and now the final full day of work left before you can actually maybe talk to your man for once), when the answer appears through the summer drizzle. well, actually, it's gabbriette who appears, dashing over to you from her (matty's) car and screeching as the rain hits her hair.

you laugh, standing and letting her barrel into your arms. “hi, wifey.”

“baby girl!” she kisses your nose. “you look gorgeous.”

“gabs, i've been dancing for three hours straight. i look like shit.”

“but hot shit. like, super sexy shit,” she grins. “how's everything going? do i get a sneak peek of the new video?”

you smirk. “depends. did matty send you down here to spy on us?”

gabbriette laughs. “he's too stressed to even think of suggesting anything that smart. no, actually, i'm just here to see how you're doing,” her beautiful face shifts into a more serious expression. “because when i asked your boyfriend how you were, literally thirty minutes ago, he very cryptically said he didn't know.”

“ah.”

“he did then explain that you guys hadn't broken up, but it scared me,” she squeezes your hand. “you okay? like, i know you're both so busy - george is literally pushing the guys to the limit in the studio right now - but…”

you sigh. “yeah, we’re just so busy that we keep missing each other, that's all - i get home when he's sleeping, he leaves before i wake up, and we're never free to call at the same time. like, i didn't even know that thing you just said about george, because we haven't talked for days,” you slide down the wall to sit, and gabbriette follows. you sniffle. “he sleeps right beside me, but i miss him like he's continents away. and i hate it, gabs, i really hate it.”

“oh, baby,” she puts her arm around you and kisses your head. “it'll get better soon, though, won't it? you finish here tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“yeah, but,” you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. “then the boys get to this manic stage i'm in now, then i have to do promo, and they have to do promo, and i just don't know when it'll end.”

“i know the feeling,” gabbriette sighs. “it's not easy, us being us, loving the people we do. but that's the way it is, i guess. we just gotta,” she half-heartedly punches the air. “push through it.”

“mmm,” you take a drink of your juice. “what i wouldn't give to just have dinner with him, you know? go somewhere nice for a night, and think about nothing but the two of us.”

your friend turns to face you. “so, why don't you? make a reservation for tomorrow night. surprise him when he gets home. clichè, but,” she winks. “i'm sure ross won't complain about coming home to you all dressed up and gorgeous. i know i wouldn't.”

you burst out laughing. “you're gonna lose your shit when we go inside and you get to see my album cover outfit, babe.”

“oh my god,” she presses her face into your shoulder, then sits up with a smile. “but seriously. i know you're exhausted, and so is he, but plan a date, have fun, make it a regular thing. you guys are perfect together; don’t let that slip away.”

“alright. thank you for the support,” you hug her. “i love you.”

“i love you, angel girl,” gabbriette pulls back and kisses your nose again, before standing and helping you up. “now, i am dying to see what you and the girls have been cooking up. shall we?”

you link your arm through hers. “let's go.”

***

when you hear the key in the lock, you brush down your dress a final time and hurry into the hallway. your heart skips at the sight of ross - clearly exhausted - stepping through the door; you can't keep the smile from your face, and one appears on his after he kicks his shoes off and turns towards you.

he exhales. “god, you're a sight for sore eyes. hi, love,” his arms open, and you run into them and allow yourself to be wrapped up in your boyfriend. “missed you this week.”

“missed you, too,” you nuzzle into his neck. “how are you, darling?”

“perfect, now that i've got you in my arms,” his smile is audible. “not letting you out of them for a second, by the way. need to catch up on holding my girl.”

you giggle. “what about dinner?”

“i can eat pizza with you on my lap on the sofa, can't i?”

oh. your heart feels slightly heavier than it did a second ago. “that's… what you want to do for dinner?”

you do your best to keep your voice light, but ross doesn't miss a trick. he pulls back, frowning slightly. “yeah. something calm, after us both being so busy this week,” he seems to notice your dress for the first time, brow furrowing even further when he takes in your polished appearance. “but that's not what you want, is it?”

“well, baby,” you let go of him, wringing your hands nervously. “i’ve, um, made a reservation at that place you like down the street. for tonight.”

ross pinches the bridge of his nose. “why would you do that, sweetheart?”

your jaw falls open. what? “oh, i just thought it might be nice to go out. save us doing the washing up,” the joke falls flat, but you clear your throat and continue. “and, you know, i’m home now, not coming in exhausted at midnight or whatever, for once, and i-”

“oh, okay,” ross laughs mirthlessly, and your blood runs cold. “just because you're not tired, i should forget my own tiredness and force myself to go out for an overpriced meal i don't even want to eat right now? just because?”

you don't think you've ever felt smaller in your life, and your voice shows it. “no, i just thought-”

“exactly. you just thought, about yourself, not me,” ross hangs up his jacket, shaking his head. “i mean, really, love? you of all people know what it's like, burning yourself out in the studio every day. is it really so surprising that i wanted to come home, to my own house, and just spend the night there?”

something inside you just snaps, and your next words shoot from your lips like bullets. “no, i fucking know the feeling, ross,” you glare at him when he turns to look at you, slight shock on his face at your sudden aggression. “66 hours i've worked, this week, across five days, and at the end of every single one of them i've wanted nothing more than to go straight home to my flat and collapse onto my bed. but d'you know what i've done instead?” you laugh, manic. “i've driven here and stayed with you, because i thought that even if we couldn't spend time together properly, at least we were with each other in some way. and you can't even be nice about the fact i wanted to do something special for us tonight. because, yeah, i was thinking about us when i did it.”

ross looks at you for a second, then shrugs. “well, i didn't ask you to do any of it.”

you nod, biting your trembling lip. “right,” you squeeze past him, picking up your handbag from the console table. tears prick at your eyes as you open the front door. “enjoy your fucking pizza, then.”

a sob escapes your lips as the door slams behind you, tears hitting off the steps as you hurry down them towards your car. with shaking hands, you rifle through your bag to find your keys, unlocking the door and climbing inside so you can cry in peace and figure out where to go. you half-expect ross to follow you, knock on the window, apologise… but nothing. the front door stays closed. even the blinds in the front room don’t move.

you're tempted to wait to see how long it would take him to come after you. but it's not a great look for you to be sitting outside his house in tears, and - to be honest - you don't really want to see him right now, anyway. you need to go somewhere. not your flat, because that's the first place he'd look for you - if he even decides to bother, that is. no. you need to go somewhere else, be with other people, people who love you. but not your bandmates, because that would be ross's next point of call.

and then, it hits you - gabbriette. you scroll through your contacts until you find her number, and hit call; what you don't expect, however, is for her boyfriend to answer. “hi, darling!”

“oh, hi, matty,” you sniffle. “did i dial you? i thought i'd called gabs.”

“no, you did, she just got me to answer because she’s making dinner,” he replies, his girlfriend audibly yelling in greeting in the background. “speaking of dinner… i thought you and ross were meant to be out right now? everything alright?”

you don't say anything in response, just burst into tears down the phone. matty sighs. “oh, fuck. come over, darling. i'll open the wine now.”

“thank you,” you say between sobs. “i'll see you in a bit.”

when you get to his house twenty minutes later, you reckon the two of them must have been standing at the door waiting for you; as soon as you ring the bell, it opens, and you're enveloped into a group hug so tight you can't tell who's who.

matty kisses your head when the hug ends. “just wanna say,” he begins, passing you a ridiculously large glass of red wine. “that while ross is my best friend, he will hear nothing of what's about to be said tonight. so… yeah. rip him to shreds.”

“oh, i intend to,” gabbriette squeezes your hand. “he came home to you looking like that and he didn't wanna go out with you? stupid boy.”

you wince. “gabs…”

“sorry, sorry. but i'm right,” she turns to matty. “don’t you think, baby?”

he nods. “he's an idiot,” something beeps in the kitchen, and gabbriette squeaks and runs towards it. matty puts an arm around you. “come on. we'll have a seat, and you can tell us everything.”

“okay.”

and you do just that, settled next to matty on the kitchen counter so gabs can hear and react while she cooks; you aren't quite sure you'd be able to make it through reliving the argument without the plates of focaccia she keeps laying on your lap, to be honest. anyway - both of them react quite accordingly to your story, dropped jaws and wide eyes and utterances of “he said that?” punctuating your words.

matty shakes his head when you finish talking, putting a hand on top of yours in a brotherly way. “i'm sorry, darling. he can be a moody bastard at times, i know, but that's… that's awful.”

“i get that he's tired and he didn't want to go out,” you sigh, taking a drink of your wine. “but he didn't need to make me feel like a stupid bitch for suggesting it,” you well up again. “and now i don't know where i am with him.”

“oh, baby,” gabbriette runs over to kiss your hair and hug you. “listen, you'll stay here tonight - we'll have a good time, talk shit, have some wine, and then we can figure your love life out tomorrow. cool?”

you look between the two of them, nervous. “i don't want to intrude…”

“oi, none of that,” matty squeezes your hand. “what kind of brother would i be if i didn't take of my little sister?”

“love you, mate,” you hug him, then turn to gabs. “both of you.”

“and we love you,” she kisses your cheek. “me more than him. seriously, i love you so much.”

matty laughs. “she’s right, actually,” he says to you. “came home raving about the sneak peek of the album she got yesterday,” he looks at you pointedly.

you roll your eyes. “fine, i'll tell you about it.”

“fuck yeah!”

you're still telling them all about the album and its processes when ross makes contact, almost two hours after you left his house. matty's phone rings, the contact photo (an old selfie of the two boys) visible to all three of you; the atmosphere changes from buzzy to sombre when you see it.

matty looks at you. “i don't have to answer it if you don't want me to.”

you look at the buzzing phone, the picture of your boyfriend on the screen filling you with a weird mix of emotion. “no, it's ok.”

“you sure?”

you nod. “if he asks where i am, you can tell him,” you murmur, looking at the floor. “i don't want him to worry.”

“right, darling,” matty takes your hand, and picks up his phone with the other. “alright, mate?”

gabbriette hugs you as ross speaks, inaudible to you; you're thankful for her support, because your stomach's in knots waiting for matty to reply. his eyes flick to yours, nervous. “yeah, she’s here,” he says, squeezing your hand. “she’s alright now, but… she really wasn't when she first arrived. surprised she managed to drive here, to be honest - that's how upset she was.”

you chew your bottom lip as ross says something else. matty quirks his eyebrows. “depends if your girlfriend wants to see you or not, mate.”

gabbriette squeezes you tighter. you shrug, and mouth “need to get it over with anyway”; matty grimaces, and relays the message to your boyfriend. “she's not opposed. but,” he shifts in his seat. “don't expect a warm welcome. that includes from me, too - it's none of my business, and i love you, but seeing my friend cry like that was fucking heartbreaking. i can't believe you could be so cruel.”

god, you love your friends.

you smile as matty wraps up the call. “yeah, i can imagine you feel awful about it; i'd be worried if you weren't. and yeah, i'll tell her, alright?” he gives you a thumbs up. “see you soon.”

“he's on his way?” you ask once the call ends.

“he went to yours. freaked out when you weren't there. so, he'll be here in five,” matty looks at you tentatively. “and i've to tell you he's extremely sorry and also that he loves you more than anything and finally that he’s a cunt for what he said.”

“i coulda fuckin told you that last bit,” gabbriette mutters. she smiles at you, though. “but the other bits are, you know, promising.”

“yeah,” you murmur. “shall we go and wait for him, then?”

she kisses your cheek. “if that's what you want, sure.”

true to his word, ross knocks the door five minutes later; you sit on the stairs in the hallway, gabs in front of you protectively (at her insistence), while matty answers. “hi.”

“alright?” ross's face isn’t properly visible from the angle you're at, but you can hear from the scratchiness of his voice that he's been crying. it hurts you to think about that. “can i come in?”

matty nods, stepping back to let him in. ross follows, an awkward dance, and immediately sees you. his face crumples. “hi, love.”

you wave. you're not sure if you can speak.

ross looks at gabs. “can i, um, talk to my girlfriend alone for a second?”

she turns to you. “you cool with that?”

you nod. she kisses your cheek and stands, staring ross down as she walks over to matty and they leave the room. once they've gone, ross flinches. “has she always been so scary?”

“you would be exactly the same way if she hurt matty,” your voice is hoarse, your crying just as obvious as your boyfriend's.

“yeah, s'pose,” ross takes a tentative few steps towards you, gesturing towards the stairs. “can i sit?”

“mhmm.”

“thanks,” he takes a seat on a step a few down from you, turning so he can talk to you properly. “i'm sorry, love, i really am. and i don't really have an excuse for being such a dickhead, other than tiredness, which isn't even an excuse because you've been more exhausted than i am and you still made the effort to do something nice for both of us,” he takes a shaky breath. “you look beautiful, by the way, even now; slightly off-topic, i know, but i just had to say it.”

“thanks,” you say quietly, picking at your cuticles. “thought you'd like this dress.”

“i love it,” ross smiles sadly. “i love you. and the fact that i hurt you… i feel fucking terrible about it,” his lip trembles. “i love you more than anything, or anyone, and i don't want to lose you. the thought of it fucking terrifies me, and,” he begins to cry, and your heart aches. “i worry that i'm not enough for you. i worry that i don't do enough for you, take you out enough. i worry that you'll get bored of me, bored of making all the effort, bored of sitting at home watching football or films, and one day you'll just leave me.”

what?

“oh, ross,” your heart shatters, and you scooch down to sit next to him and hug him.

“m'sorry, i know i'm the one in the wrong, but i have to be honest,” he cries into you. “when you said you wanted to go out instead of stay in, i freaked that i was boring you. and then when you brought up staying at mine instead of yours…”

“you thought it was me saying i was fed up.”

“yeah.”

“oh, baby,” you start to cry, too. “no. it was me just being pissed about you trying to say i didn't know the feeling of wanting to go home when you're tired. i didn't mean it in any other way, honest.”

“no, i know, my love. i was just scared.”

“why, though?” you look him in the eye. “you're the love of my life, ross. you're more than enough for me - everything i need, and more.”

he sniffles. “did you mean to quote beyoncé there, or…?”

“well, no, but it was apt,” you giggle, stroking his dimples when he smiles. “look, i was hurt by the way you reacted to me - an ‘oh, that's nice, love, but could we go out tomorrow night instead?’ wouldn't have gone amiss. but,” you kiss his nose. “i accept your apology, and i love you and our relationship very much, just as they are. just don't ever fucking treat me like that again, alright?”

“i promise you i won't, love,” ross kisses your nose in return. “i love you. and i'm sorry i was a grumpy shit about dinner, because i'm fucking starving now.”

you laugh, kissing his neck. “i reckon gabs has got us covered there. but if not,” you grin. “we can always get a pizza.”

“you're never letting me live that one down, are you?”

“not a fucking chance.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #valentine75 #girlband gf #ross macdonald fanfic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald angst #ross macdonald x reader #ross x reader

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444rockstargf · 2 months

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REQUEST FOR CLYDE BCUZ I LOV HIMMSS!!

okay okay, so! maybe liiikke, clyde nd reader makin out behind the structure of the skatepark? i dunno if it would b like, SMUT smut but it still has potential!! :3

(i actually think i've posted about it before but shhh!!)

okay bye bye

omg i remember wanting to write this so bad when you posted it.

"i like this rollercoaster, it keeps me high." | clyde

diet mountain dew. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp@nom-nommmm1@xxbl00d-cl0txx@k1ll3rh0rr0r@wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526

reader x clyde

word count: 596

contents: fluffy, making out, implications of sex

it was summertime, and life was easy. everything seemed so warm and the night's darkness only lasted an hour before the sun was back up again, and at the moment clyde was giving you skateboard lessons that quickly became a daily routine.

an hour ago, clyde rolled up his sleeve, keeping a firm hand on your waist as he pushed you across the pavement on his skateboard. it was either 11pm or 2am, you had lost track of time. your brain was filled with the sound of his cute, raspy laughter as he spoke to you. “you’ve almost got it this time.”

you knew it was bullshit, but you got butterflies in your stomach anyway. at one point you actually were getting it, but you kept on pretending to fall just so you could relish the feeling of him catching you in his arms.

clyde took off his flannel and put it on your back as it got a little chilly and took you to the back of the skate structure. he sat you down on the ground, plopping himself onto the board and looking deeply into your soul with his pale, drunken-looking eyes. he had his earplugs in, but let you wear the one that couldn’t go in his ear, welcoming you into his little world of music.

you and him engaged in whatever dumb conversation his brain could come up with, him inching closer to you as each minute passed. with every hair flip, flirty comment and glance at your lips, you felt your heart beat faster for him. until he finally gathered the balls to take your face into his hands and give you a big, sloppy kiss.

you gasped softly as your lips touched his, the feeling of his soft mouth against yours making blood rush to your cheeks. it was such a slow, gentle kiss but you felt every nerve in your body start to buzz.

he tongue slipped between your parted lips, starting to explore the warm wonderland of your mouth as his finger traced the curve of your jawline. he kissed you desperately like you were the last drop of water in an empty desert, pulling you onto his lap until his back was pressed against the skate structure and you were on top of him, hips grinding against his erection.

his hands found your hips and started moving you gently against him like you were a delicate piece of art. strings of saliva connected your lips every time you or he pulled away for a quick breath of air. you felt your lips swelling up from the friction, matching the pulsating sensation of your heartbeat.

he’d occasionally pull away just to take a look at your face before smiling like an idiot and getting right back to business, the kiss dragging on for minutes, maybe even hours. your hands rested on his shoulders as his hands travelled up and down your body, this moment seeming so surreal to him that he couldn’t register a single thought.

as far as he was concerned, you were the only thing in the world right now. he didn’t care about the people who saw you two or what they’d think. he was in heaven whenever he was with you, and he couldn’t care less about those who thought they had a say in the matter.

for the remained of the night, his lips remained on yours as sweet, quiet little whimpers and gasps came from both of you. as you melted in his embrace, you sighed contently. it was summertime, and life was easy.

author's note: omg im so excited, i had an idea for smth but ill put a poll up for it first.

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #fluff #clyde rory culkin #clyde electrick children #rory culkin clyde #electrick children clyde #born to die #diet mountain dew #lana del rey

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pinievsev · 1 year

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11 and 26 w my boy ajax please!

Right! I have an absolutely amazing idea for this, so imma write it even tho I'm supposed to be sleeping- heh!

Sneaking out

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Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x !gn reader

Warnings: none really, just a bunch of fluff!

Synopsis: reader is anxious and Ajax, who noticed decided to help. (Confession)

Prompts used: 7."Someone's coming!" And 26. "I hope you know what you're doing" "so do I."

Proofread: nope lol

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It was pretty late, around 11pm, Friday night, you however couldn't sleep. Or do anything for the matter, you didn't know why, but you've been anxious lately. The only person who knew was your best friend Ajax Petropolus, a Gorgon you had befriended the second you got to Nevermore.

You were laying in bed, in a sweater and your uniform pants, legs hanging off the sides you stared at the ceiling aimlessly untill you heard a knock at your door. 'who could it be this late?!' you thought getting up to open the door, only to be greeted by your best friends and long time crush's smile "Ajax?" You smiled "hi" he said, his smile still fixated on his face.

"what's up?" You asked suspiciously, what could he want this late "nothing, I have a question however" he tilted his head to the side slightly "ask then" you replied tilting your own head "do you wanna see this cool place I accidentally found last night?" Your smile widened and you nodded "sure, of course!" "Great, come on, we don't want to get caught" you nodded exiting your dorm room and closing the door behind you as quietly as possible.

You followed Ajax around the halls of Nevermore, him holding your hand the whole time, as if scared you'd get lost, you must have been almost there when you heard footsteps "someone's coming!" You whisper-shouted and pulled him behind a nearby pillar, seconds later you saw Ms. Thornhill pass by, flipping through a book and mumbling giberish. "Phew that was close" he said wiping fake sweat off of his forehead "I know- and weird" you mumbled the last bit.

"right let's go" he said pulling you along onece again "I hope you know what you're doing" you said "so do I." He replied as you stopped Infront of an average sized raven statue "check this out" he said enthusiastically taking a pin out of his pocket and poking the raven's eye with it. You were confused for a second untill the statue started to move revealing an old wooden door with a silver handle decorated with flower carvings "I don't even want to know how you figured this out" you laughed him following your actions "wise choice" he joked.

He moved forward, still not letting go of your hand he used his own free one to open the door revealing a beautiful room, with vines on the walls benches along the walls, torches on them aswell and even a bookshelf on the far back, it wasn't much but it was cool "whoa" you exclaimed looking around in awe "cool right?" He asked his smile never dropping off his face "right" "well come on then" he pulled you to a bench Infront of the bookshelf and sat down next to you, you rested your legs on his and grabbed a random book "let's see" you said dusting off the cover "the history of Nevermore" you read and smiled up at him "cool!" He said moving closer to get a good look at the book.

This made you blush but, he didn't see, or so you thought. "Wanna read a bit?" You asked and he nodded putting his head on your shoulder as you started reading, a while later you looked down at him, he was looking right back with a look of admiration or love even, you smiled once again, "what?" "Nothing" you started at him, your breath hitching for some reason "you alright?" He asked his smile switching for a worried stare as he lifted his head from your shoulder "yeah I'm fine" you assured him. "Are you sure?" You nodded "if you say so... Anyways" he started "I actually took you here to tell you something" you nodded.

He moved his body a little so he could look at you better "I'm just going to say it, listen y/n, I like you, like, like you. Alot and I get it if you don't feel the same bu-" you cut him off, pulling him in by his collar and kissing him passionately "I like you too Ajax" his eyes widened "seriously?" You nodded "I have for a while now actually" "i- wow I don't know what to say" he stammered "then don't" "wha-" you pulled him back in for another passionate kiss, this time he returned the favour kissing you back with just as much passion.

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Wow! I absolutely loved writing this!I feel like my writing is getting much better actually! What do you think?! Hope it reached your expectations 😅.

Taglist: @georgi-salva , @arson-the-royal , @falleni0-hq , @mindflay3r , @rottenstyx , @alice0blog , @ahslangdxns , @nova-lov3su , @elduster , @countsmoon , @biggestsimponhere , @andreeasancheez , @justmanu , @yourmidnightlover , @whitewingsh , @hwrtsiren

Wow that's alot of people-!

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loubouskz · 2 years

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I'm used to it

mafia!bang chan x vet!reader

description: you come home to see your best friend and roommate, felix, is not home yet. not unusual...til it hit 4am. your worries were answered when you heard banging coming from the front door. only open the door and have a lot change in a short amount of time.

warnings: mafia!skz, two gun fight scenes(one major & one minor), reader has and anxiety attack & passes out, wound & blood to one character, pet names(mainly sweeheart), smut, unprotected sex, oral(fem & male receiving), shower sex, out in the open during oral so slight exhibition, dirty talk

wc: 6,000+

a/n: i forgot i had this in my google docs. I finished writing this month's ago and remember thinking it wasn't that good. reading it back now, I think it's pretty good, plus it's the first fanfic that has 6,000 words. but this was my first time trying to write gun/mafia...those kind of things so it may not be so good in those areas.

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coming home to an empty apartment was a common occurrence due to lee felix, my best friend and roommate, having a busy schedule at work. I too, have a busy schedule that makes me come home from 11pm to 1am, depending on what’s happening. today I came home at 12am, exhausted from working with animals all day. but this time it was strange, he didn’t text me like he usually does so I don’t worry myself out. I just thought to myself, ‘he most likely just got caught up and forgot to text.’ it happens every now and then, but it was very rare. I changed out of my nurse clothes and put on my favorite hoodie and sweats. I grabbed a snack from the kitchen and watched a random movie that was on tv.

by the time it was over with an empty bowl next to me, it was pitch black and almost 4am. I opened my phone, hoping to see a text from him. nothing. he’s never been out this late before. I quickly being to dial his number and brought it up to my ear. hearing it ring, over and over and over again, but no answer. “come on, lix. answer the phone.” I said, trying it again. still no answer. I got up from the couch and pacing back and forth. it’s not like him to just let the phone ring, he’ll either send it to voicemail or send an automatic message that he can’t talk right now..

I tried to call felix for a 3rd time, by now the clock was reading 4:23am. I would go to his work to check on him, but we share the car, since we live so close to where I work- so I walk. bang chan, the man who is a one mean workaholic. I’ve met him a few times, along with some of felix’s other co-workers. he has a cold exterior, but warms up to certain people, especially the boys that work for him. I just think his a dick, making all of them work such long godforsaken hours. a really good looking, attractive dick. him and I only got along because of felix making us. sometimes I wish I could just smack him.

I shook my head as I remembered I had his number. ‘for real emergencies only, do not call me to talk. okay sweetheart.’ I heard his voice ring in my head. I rolled my eyes and hesitantly clicked the call button, hoping he would answer. it went straight to voicemail. “what the fuck!” I said, trying not to yell too loudly as the walls of my apartment are VERY thin. I tried felix once more, before going to my room. still no answer. I let out a frustrated sigh, trying to calm myself down. maybe I could walk to his job. yeah right, its on the other side of the fucking town. that would take all day to get there. I sat on my bed and tried to call felix for the nth time, but pounding from the front door stopped me. I shot up and ran to the door, hoping it when felix.

I opened the door to a horror scene you’d see in the movies. there was felix, looking half dead, bleeding from his side with his arm slung around chan, who was covered in blood as well but seemed fine. chan had a sheer look of pain on his face as he pushed his way through me into my apartment. I backed up, not saying anything out of pure shock.

“close the goddamn door, y/n!” chan yelled as he headed to felix’s bedroom. I jumped at his voice and closed the door quickly. I ran to them and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom, watching chan remove felix’s bedsheets then felix’s shirt. chan laid felix on the bed and turned to me. “don’t you have a med kit here, go get it.” chan demanded. I went to the bathroom closet and pulled out the med kit and ran back to chan. I entered the room and went over to felix, seeing the nasty open wound up close. “what happened to him?” I asked, looking at chan.

“not the time! just patch him up fast, we have to go!" chan said, pulling out a gun from his waistband. my eyes widened, flicking back and forth from him and the gun. “chris, he needs a doctor!” I said, raising my voice at him as he tried to leave the room. he stopped in the doorway, gave me a death look for saying his other name. "do not call me that right now y/n, I’m serious. you know how to stitch right?" he said all in a hushed voice. "yeah! on animals, i'm a vet!" I said back at him.

"just hurry, stitch and patch him up! we don't have much time right now!" chan said as he exited the room. I looked down at felix and pushed his hair out of his face. “lix, did he do this to you?” i asked quietly. he shook his head, “no, he didn’t. I promise. but right now, just listen to what he says okay?” he said weakly. I nodded my head as I opened the med kit and grabbing the gloves to put on. hopefully it won’t be to much different stitching up, I prayed. I began to work on felix as quickly and carefully as I could. “I’m gonna be okay y/n. it won’t be the first time.” felix laughed out, before coughing at bit. “shh, just stay silent for now lix.” I said, looking into his eyes for a brief moment.

chan entered the door again along with someone new, who also had a gun in his hand. “you almost done?” chan asked, coming up behind me. I nodded my head, not wanting to stop what I was doing. the new guy ran out of the room before quickly coming back. “chan, they can’t hold them off any longer. we have to go.” the guy said as I placed the patch on felix’s now closed up wound. I taped it down and sat back once I was done. “I’m finished.” I said, looking up at chan. chan looked over at the guy, “get him and take him to the car.” he said. the guy came over and picked felix up and quickly left the room.

chan was about to leave but noticed I was still sat on the floor. he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. “come on. we gotta go, sweetheart.” he said as we rushed to the front door. he let go of my arm so I could slip back on my shoes. he opened the door and looked carefully outside and before exiting the apartment with the gun in his hands. he nodded his head for me to follow him. we went out the back staircase and down the back alley. “where are we going?” I asked, he didn’t answer me.

we were about to exit the alleyway, but as chan peeped around the corner and gunshot went off, making him jump back into me. I jumped and covered my ears with my eyes fully shut. oh, this has got to be a nightmare as I heard multiple shots start going off. I felt an arm go around my waist and pull me into them. “stay close to me.” chan whispered in my ear as he sandwiched me against the wall. wake up y/n, its all a bad dream. a very real dream. I felt my tears forming as I opened my eyes. chan carefully peeked his head out and shot his gun at whoever was shooting at us. he pulled back and looked at me, his hard stare softened as he noticed the state I was in.

“hey, you’re gonna be okay. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” he said softly. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. “please get me out of here, I feel light-headed, gonna pass out.” I whispered as I felt numbness course through my body. “stay with me, y/n.” he said, as he held my body weight. “guys where are you?” chan asked into the air. I heard a slight voice coming over something, that’s when I noticed the ear piece. another round of shots started as a screeching sound of vehicle came to a stop. chan leaned out and shot a few more times, “come on, I got them!” I heard someone say, along with shots being fired. chan pulled back and looked at me, giving me a nod. like I knew what it meant. “we’re gonna run to the car, okay sweetheart.” he said, I nodded my head the best I could.

chan pulled us away from the wall, he moved me to the right side of him. I looked straight out and saw a big black van with a side door open, with one person out shooting and another holding out his hand. “ready?” chan said, still holding me by the waist. I nodded, wanting this to all be over. don’t pass out yet y/n, get to the van first. I watched as the guy waved their hand to come on and thats when we went. “duck!” chan called out as we ran out. it felt like time went in slow motion. bullets flying everywhere, I could barely hear. I felt chan pick me up slightly and throw me in the van. I fell on the floor of the van and stayed there, not moving, not because I wanted to but because I couldn’t. I felt my mind fog up and numbness, the last thing I remember was chan looking at me before he hopped in the van.

I woke up in a room I’d never seen before. I sat up carefully, not wanting to get light-headed again. the sun was fully out now, but I couldn’t tell what time it was. maybe it was all just a bad dream and I woke up from a one night stand, I said trying to convince myself. that was short lived as chan walked into the room. “oh you’re up.” he said, holding a glass of water and a plate of food. I didn’t say anything and just stared at him. chan sighed and looked down before making his way over to me. he sat the stuff on the end table, “this is for you, minho made it. you may or may not remember him, but you met him before.” he said, sitting on the side of the bed. he turned his head to me, “how you feelin’?” he asked. I didn’t give him an answer. “okay, what do you want to know?” he asked, looking at the ground. I scooted up so my back would be against the bed frame. “all that happened last night was real.” I stated, making chan nod. “what happened? why did it happen? why did everyone have guns? I thought everyone was working? why was there a shootout at my apartment?” I asked, all the questions that flooded my brain.

chan straightened his back a bit before answering. “well to start off, everything I’m about to tell you is true. not a joke, alright?” he said. “okay.” I answered, bringing my legs to my chest, “we were working. it went bad and felix got hurt. we are in an organization called stray kids, I know you’ve heard that name before and what it’s about.” chan said, looking at the wall, his eyes dancing along the frame of the paintings in the room. he’s right, almost every other week the news had something to say about them for the last couple of years. one word kept ringing through my head. mafia. they were apart of it. my best friend felix is apart of the mafia. I could feel the air leave my lungs. “we were in a meeting but it was all a ruse, they were planing on killing us. we got split up, felix got hurt and seungmin, our med guy, wasn’t with us. I was in a panic and thought of the next person I could go to, which was you.” he said. chan turned back to me, “which was so sutpid of me because now I put you in this dangerous world that me and the boys live in.” I didn’t know what to say, it was all so overwhelming. chan stood up and fully turned to me. “what do I do?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes. he sighed once more, “we have to stay here for a bit, till its safe enough for you to go back to work.” he answered, “you’ll be safe here in this house. I promised I’d keep you safe, right?” he said. I nodded at his question. “and that’s what I intend to do. now eat before your food gets to cold.” chan said before leaving the room.

I grabbed the water and chugged half of it down. I stared at the food before grabbing it. god, how long we will have to stay here, I wondered.

two months go by. a very long two months. the boys doing the busy work that they do. with nothing for me to do, I clean and help cook food, though they have stated over a hundred times that I don’t have to. “well, it helps past time.” I told hyunjin once. it started to feel like home almost, in a strange way. hanging out all together somewhere. playing games or laughing at funny stories of childhood.

today, most of the boys were out of the house. only felix, jeongin, chan and I were ‘home’. we were all in the living room but jeongin- probably in the bathroom or something. having a normal conversation about old memories. we had gotten to the topic of crushes and dating. I had brought up to chan that felix had a crush on one of our teachers growing up, making chan laugh.

“I mean he was pretty hot though!” felix said, making me push his shoulder. “felix, remember your talking about our 9th grade history teacher!” I said with a shocked face. “okay and..” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve never made sense of why some students had crushes on their teachers.” chan said, sipping the drink he had in his hand. “thank you!” I said, looking at him. I turned back to felix, giving him a look. “well at least I’ve actually dated people and not pretend that my giant stuff animal was the love of my life.” felix said with a smirk. “you fucking bitch, you said you’d never say that in front of people.” I said, swatting him on the back of the head. “at least I don’t have a crush on lil’ binnie.” I said, mocking felix who jaw dropped to the floor. “how the fuck do you know that?” he asked. “please, it so fucking obvious. following him around, cuddle up next to him, always being the first to help- even when he doesn’t need it.” I said. “yeah, it really is, felix.” chan stated with a big grin.

“ya know, to be honest when I first hung out with you two I thought you were dating.” chan said, making us look at him with wide mouths. I turned my head back to felix and we both started laughing. “I would never date her, I like guys more than girls. I wouldn’t even kiss her to save earth.” felix said, almost falling off the couch. I couldn’t even say anything because I was laughing so hard. “what don’t like guys, y/n?” chan asked. “no, she does. just doesn’t talk to people enough to date them.” felix said, wiping away his tears.

“yeah, most of the guys I’ve talked to, were just huge dicks so. eh.” I said, looking back at chan once I had calmed down enough. he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. “what chris?” I asked. he made a face and shook his head. “nothing.” he said. “oh what about you. who were your old crushes? have you even dated anyone mr. workaholic?” I sassed. chan narrowed his eyes at me as felix oo’ed at us. “she got you there chan.” felix said, chan looked at him to make him shut up. felix got up, “I’m just gonna go hang out with jeongin if I can find him. have fun.” felix said, winking at chan. felix knows something is up, that only him and chan knew. we watched as he left the room as the silence got loud.

“to answer your question. of course I’ve had crushes, only dated once back in school.” chan said. “aw, that’s cute.” I said, putting my hand up to my chin. “you can stop with the attitude.” chan said, sitting up as he placed his arms on his knees. “and what if I don’t, what will you do chris?” I challenged, making him laugh. “you don’t want to know.” he said. the air in the room thickened as we had a stare off. “sounds like a pussy move to me.” I said, giving him a smile before standing up. I tried to leave to the room to go calm myself down. it felt so hot because of him.

“and where do you think you’re going?” he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest, which to my surprise he was standing now. he towered of me with a mean glint behind his eyes. I felt butterflies dance in my stomach. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “what? cat got your tongue sweetheart?” he asked as his other hand went on my back. “no, I can talk just fine.” I said, trying to push him away but failed. he chuckled and swayed us side to side, making my face feel warm. “you know, there is a reason why I let you call me by my other name.” chan said. yeah, he always got onto the boys for saying chris, but never towards me and I’ve always wondered why. I tilted my head to the side as he looked me. “and what’s the reason?” I asked, making him smirk and look away.

“what were you, me, and felix just talking about?” chan asked as he placed his hands on my waist. “about our crushes. and you still haven’t talked about yours sir.” I said, poking him the chest. he laughed once more with his head back, showing off those cute dimple of his. once he was done, he just looked at me. “because I’m already talking to her.” he said, scanning my face. I froze with a shocked look on my face, jaw dropped and wide eyes. “you like me?” I asked, to which he simply nodded to. “why? I didn’t think my body type was something you like.” I said, looking down that my thick thighs and tummy fat. “I don’t care about you weight, I just like you. why does anybody like anybody? but I’ve liked you since I’ve gotten to know you, especially since we’ve been here.” chan said, bringing his hand up to my cheek. somewhat I leaned into his touch and smiled. “well good thing I like you too.” I said, making him smile even more. he leaned in but stopped halfway. “can I kiss you?” he asked. “please do.” I said.

then his lips were on mine, instantly making me feel twists in my stomach. I could taste the bitterness of his drink on his lips- which had cracks but still were super soft. I pushed my hands to his neck and gripped his hair. chan moaned into my mouth at the feeling, pulling me as close to him as he could. I felt his tongue on my bottom lip, wanting to get in my mouth. when I didn’t let him, his hands slid down to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I gasped, making his tongue enter between my lips. his tongue exploring everywhere it could, while fighting my tongue for dominance. he pulled away, kissing the side of on left jaw, down to my neck.

“god, I’ve wanted to touch and taste you for so long now.” chan groaned out, sucking and biting harshly at my neck. “chris.” I moaned out quietly, bringing one hand down back to his chest to grip his shirt. he slowly brought his hands up, dragging my shirt with it. I shivered as his cold hands touched my warm back. he kissed my collarbone before bringing his now red lips back to mine. he pulled away and made eye contact with blown out eyes filled with lust. I leaned into his neck and started doing the same thing he did to me. “shit.” he said as he brought one hand to the back of my head.

after feeling up each other, I trailed my kisses back up to his lips. “I want you. so bad.” he said into the kiss. “have me then.” I whispered. he instantly grabbed the back of my thighs and laid me down on the couch. he hooked his fingers under my shirt and pushed my shirt above of boobs. he moaned, kissing down my chest to the hem on my pants. he quickly unbuttoned them and started to slowly pulled them down, along with my underwear. once they were off, he brought his hand to my core. rubbing firm slow circles around my clit, before dragging one finger down to my entrance. he pushed a finger into me, watching my reaction to make sure I liked it, slowly leaning his head down.

“please don’t go so slow, chris.” I said, pushing my hand through his hair and slightly pulling at it. he chuckled as his lips came in contact with my clit, while thrusting a second finger into me. I moaned as he picked up the pace, feeling him curl his fingers. I clenched around his fingers every time he brought his tongue to my clit. “fuck channie.” I moaned out. chan quickly gently slapped my inner thigh with his free hand, making it jiggle. “I only want to hear chris come out of your pretty lips, got it.” he said as he curled his fingers, finally finding my g-spot. “yes chris. fuck!” I moaned out loud as I gripped the side of the couch tightly, he smirked and continued his work on my body.

“I want you to cum for me sweetheart.” he said, leaving love bites on my inner thighs. I arched my back, feeling the pressure of my high getting closer and closer. “harder chris.” I said, pulling his head back to my clit. he laughed as he licked my clit again. I groaned as he put more pressure into his thrusts, keeping it at the same speed. “come on babygirl, I know you want to cum so bad. cum for me baby.” he said, dragging his tongue around my clit. i felt the knot brust hard and my mind go fuzzy as I chanted his name like a song. he slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed his tongue into me, making me clamp my big thighs around his head. chan just continued, lapping up all my juices as he hands came to my thighs to hold and caress them. “god, I love your cunt.” he said in a deep aussie accent. I whined as he licked up to my clit.

he climbed over me and kissed me again, making me taste myself. “do you think you can handle more?” he asked, as he held my hand that was close to him. I nodded, leaning up to kiss him even more. I knew I was never going to get enough of him.

he pulled away to pull off his shirt but was interrupted by his phone ringing in his back pocket. “shit.” he said, sitting up and pulling out his phone. he answered the call and watched his face turn cold fast. chan stood up and walked to the other side of the room so I wouldn’t hear the call. I sat up and watched him. either the boys who were out got into some trouble or something really bad happened…or about to happen. “okay.” chan said, before quickly ending the call. “get your pants on, go to my room, and do not leave unless me or one of the boys come get you.” chan said, pointing to me before going to the base of the stairs calling out to jeongin and felix.

I got up and pulled my pants back up around my legs.

“what’s going on?” felix asked as they ran down the stairs. I stood beside the three of them. “the rest were on their way back and noticed a car following them too late. they’ll be here in 2 minutes.” chan said, as they walked to the door. jeongin ran to the meeting room and grabbed the three of them guns. as I started up the stairs, I turned around. “what if something happens to me if I alone in the house?” I called out. chan had already opened the front door and was about to walk out. “go, I’ll be out there shortly.” he told the boys. chan jogged back to me as I started up the stairs again.

we entered his room, I stopped in the center of the room as he went to his dresser. he bent down and opened the bottom drawer. “come here.” he said as he pulled out two items. I walked over to him, watched as he showed me both. a knife and a gun. “keep both on you, you can use either one.” he said, putting the knife with its sheath on my body first. once it was clipped, he showed me the gun. “it should have three bullets in it, the safety is on.” he said, explaining quickly to me how to use it properly. “hopefully you won’t have to use either.” he said, standing up and handing me the gun. chan kissed my lips before leaving the room. “lock the door behind me and remember do not let anyone in unless it me or the boys.” he said as he closed the door. I ran over and locked th door and turned around to look at his room. then I heard the first round of shot go. I slid down the door and sighed, it’s going be a long late afternoon.

and I was right about my words. the sun was already fully down by the time the other gang had backed off. I stood up when the shooting had stopped and placed the gun and blade on the dresser. I walked over to chan’s bed and sat down. waiting for the boys to come in. I heard the door slam closed and chan’s loud voice letting them what to do.

“lee know. changbin. take him downstairs. everyone else check the area, keep sure their gone. once that is done, y’all can get cleaned up and do whatever.” I heard him say as he voiced got louder. I stood up and walked over to the door as chan knocked on the door. he entered the room and quickly started removing his shirt, throwing it in the corner.

“you okay?” I asked, watching him closely. he unbutton his pants, sliding them down his legs. “yeah, I’m fine,” he said, turning to me. I’m sure he could see the blush on my cheeks as I tried to look away so I won’t stare at him or his dick print. he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. bringing his face close to the right side of my face. “join me in the shower?” he asked right in my ear, smirking as he felt me shiver. I nodded as he squeezed my hips. he grabbed my hands and brought me along with him to the bathroom that was in his room.

the shower was running, fog surrounding the closed off room. we weren’t in the shower yet. chan has lifted me up and placed me on the counter, lips meeting mine. he hands going under my shirt, groaning at how soft my skin felt. the room just making us feel even hotter and more needy for each other. chan quickly pulled my shirt over my head, kissing down my chest. he tapped on my thighs, “lift your hips baby.” he said, wanting to pull off my pants and underwear. I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his lips back to mine.

I used my other hand to lightly scratch down his chest. down to his crotch, grabbing it firmly. “fuck baby. get on your knees, I want you to suck me off.” he said, pulling down his underwear. I hopped off the counter and sat right in front of his already half-hard cock. I would say he was a little above average in length and slender. I felt myself clench as I took him in my hand. he groaned as he threw his head back. I took him in my mouth, using as far as I could go. I hollowed out my cheeks as I bobbed my head, swirling my tongue each time I pulled back. “shit, who taught you to suck dick like a slut?” he asked, grabbing my hair. I moaned around him as he guided my head faster on his cock a few times before pulling me off.

he held out his hand and helped me off the ground. once I was standing with him, I turned around so he could take off my bra. his hands, slowly went up my hips. to my waist. my back straightened up as I felt his fingers. up and up before taking his time unhooking my bra. he kissed my shoulder before looking at me through the mirror. “let’s get in the shower babygirl.” he said.

I sighed as I felt the warm water hit my skin, feeling relaxed already. chan turned me to face him and leaned down to kiss me. “I need you.” he said, lips never leaving mine. I putting my arms around his neck as he lifted me up and pressed me to the cold shower wall. shivers went down my back. “put me down you’re going to hurt yourself trying to hold me.” I said as I wrapped my thighs around his hips. “no, I want you to take my cock like this.” he said, taking hold of his cock and pushing inside me.

we both moan at the feeling. “I know you can take my cock like a big girl.” chan groaned out and he started thrusting his hips ups. “oh chris!” I moaned out. the sound of skin slapping together, slicened by the water. chan groaned in my ear, kissing my neck. I leaned my head back, loving the feeling of how his cock was hitting deep inside me.

“fuck, you’re so tight around me.” he said, moving my body up and down to meet his thrusts. I cried out as I felt my high approaching. “talk to me baby, how good am I making you feel?” he asked, bringing his head to mine. I opened my eyes, that I didn’t know were closed until I met his. “you’re making me feel s’good chris. I love how deep you are. god, I’m gonna cum!” I said, clawing it his back. he hissed the the feeling, bringing his hand down to my clit. “be a good girl for me a cum.” he said. I felt my orgasm rip my body, he held on to me tightly as my legs unraveled.

he thrusted a few more times, before taking me off him and placing my feet on the ground. with an arm around my waist, he jerked himself off. cumming over my stomach and thighs. “shit.” he moaned. I leaned up and kissed him again, wanting to feel his lips. i pulled away a little bit, lips hovering of his.

“does this mean I stay here? with you and the boys? because I wouldn’t mind helping seungmin, being his assistant.” I said, he laughed. “you’re stuck with us baby.” he said with a smirk, kissing my lips once more. “I’m already used to it.” I mumbled, racking my hands up his chest.

“okay let’s hurry and get cleaned up.” chan whispered, as he felt the water turning cold.

after the shower, we took our time getting dressed. chan threw on a shirt and some sweats. I slipped on a shirt of his and a [aor of leggings. “let’s head downstairs.” chan said, walking to the door. I followed him out the door and made our way downstairs. all the boys were sitting around, watching a disney movie with a few of them holding beers in their hands. “oh wow, manly men watching a very manly movie.” I said, sitting next to felix. “yes, moana is a very manly disney movie y/n.” jisung said, rolling his eyes as everyone laughed. “where’s minho?” chan asked, looking around the room. “he’s making dinner.” seungmin said, pointing to the kitchen. “alright.” chan said as he made his way to sit next to jeongin.

felix leaned close to me and in a hushed voice, “so how’d it go?” felix asked. “how did what go lix?” I asked. “did chan not tell you?” felix asked, looking at chan then back to me. I wanted to laugh, but kept it in. “tell me what?” I said, tilting my head at him. “guys shush, my favorite song is coming on!” hyunjin whined as the song started to play. I glanced at chan, who was already looking at me and smiled before looking at the tv. tamatoa was singing shiny. I leaned back and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

“dinner is ready.” minho called out from the kitchen as the movie was ending. the boys cheered as we all got up and headed towards to delicious smelling food. “I’m so hungry.” jeongin said. the boys agreeing and being loud. chan waited for them to walk past and waited for me to catch up. chan gave me a wink then continued to walk the kitchen with me by his side. half the boys already sat down and quickly making plates. felix glanced at us before looking back at the food. he paused and snapped his head back to us and smiled brightly. “chan got something to tell us!” felix said, basically jumping in his seat. I made my way to an open chair and sat down with blush on my cheeks. everyone’s heads turned towards chan as he just laughed and shook his head. chan sat down next to changbin across the table and a few seats down from where I was.

dinner was passing with ease. drinking, eating, laughing. chan and I shared several looks to each other. “something’s going on between y/n and chan.” jeongin said out of no where and everyone stop what they were doing and look at the both of us. “I knew something happened!” felix said, putting down his chopsticks. “and why do you say that jeongin?” chan asked, not lifting his head from his food but eyes staring at jeongin. “because I saw you two in the living room. I came down to grab a bottle of water and saw something…happening.” jeongin said with a big smirk. my and everyone’s jaws dropped, but felix who jumped up from his seat. “you finally said your feeling to her!” he said excitedly. “alright, yes I did. now hush.” chan said, leaning back in his seat. “wow, chan’s got a girl now, didn’t think he would get one first.” hyunjin said. “congrats old man.” seungmin said, making everyone laugh. “okay I’m done with dinner.” chan said with a big smile. chan got up and started walking away. he stopped at the door and turned back to everyone and locked eyes with me. “you coming sweetheart?” chan asked. “yeah I am.” I answered, standing up and meeting him at the door. chan leaned down and kissed my lips, making the boys go wild again as we walked away laughing.

yeah, I’m already used to it.

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