#like excuse me??? u don’t get to sit here and act like u didn’t just do the hottest shit imaginable pulling out a knife from the show i’m-
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my partner has one of the knives they used on supernatural,,, i am i. love
#we were watching ssn 7 together and sams holding this knife and my partner is like oh i have that knife#and thrn just goes off on the history of the knife in ww2 and how switch blades are illegal where we live so he had to get the non switch 1s#like excuse me??? u don’t get to sit here and act like u didn’t just do the hottest shit imaginable pulling out a knife from the show i’m-#obsessed with#and like he actually watches the show with me#and keeps track of what’s happening and all the actor gossip#i’m in love actually#(we’ve been together for almost 6 years now)#what a perfect day#i chilled with my partner watching spn while crocheting for hours#spn#supernatural#sam winchester
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my first full length smut fic! this shit took weeks to edit ngl, but it was worth it. with that being said, there are probably still some mistakes so excuse those, lol. tw: breeding, eren calls himself “daddy”, word “mommy” is used, reader and eren are extremely (heavy emphasis on extremely) frustrated. not a tw, but like i always say, this is for my chubby black women, but all are free to read <3
eren has loved you for an extremely long time. he’s spoiled u, fed u, he’s even dressed you head to toe while you were sick.
yet, all of this spoiling and caring for u, does not warrant your brattiness right now.
he’s been studying tirelessly for his midterm for about 2 weeks now, finally on his last day of review before his test in a couple of days. yet, he can’t seem to focus because you keep coming in and out of your shared study every three seconds.
“‘ren, where are the extra washcloths?”
he looks up from his textbook, glasses falling off his nose a bit. you’re even dressed like a brat, skimpy little white tank top and baby pink panties. it makes his head hurt worse than the passage he’s read over 4 times now.
“there’s no way you’re asking me where fucking washcloths are right now. there’s no way.” he says with some bite to his voice. he just needs to finish these last two pages and the longer it takes him, the more it kills him.
your arms cross over your chest, pushing your bra-less chest up and exposing a bit of your chubby stomach. “does it look like i’m joking with you? where are they?”
he clenches his jaw and in a very clipped tone, he responds that they’re under the sink. you scoff slightly and walk out, making an effort to slam the door a bit harder than necessary.
he sits back in his chair and throws off his glasses, big tattooed hands wiping his face. eren knows he’s been neglecting you, and it’s killing him just as much as you. he’s tired of coming home from class too tired to touch you. he’s tired of you having to tell him to go lay down after his head rocked one too many times over his dinner plate.
he’s tired, but he’s not gonna let you act like a bitch just to get what you want. simply because it’s fucking working.
he pushes up from his desk and walks out of the study. he hears the bathroom cabinets opening, so he does everything but sprint to get there.
you peer over your shoulder at him and roll your eyes, “they weren’t under the sink. in fact, they’re all dirty cause, you know, you act like you can’t help with laundry anymore-“
erens grabbed you by the nape of your neck and brought your body close to his. you can hear his semi-heavy breathing despite still being bent over, which caused your heart to race a little. although you knew eren would never hurt you, it doesn’t mean that his pent up energy won’t go to waste.
“a couple things: one, don’t talk to me like i’m a fucking child. two, i do still help with laundry, there’s a whole basket full of folded shirts sitting on the bedroom floor that i didn’t get the chance to put away. and finally, you that cock hungry, or are you genuinely mad at me?” he finishes with a finger running up your spine, back arching at the feeling. he knows this rills you up, which is perfect for him. you don’t get to frustrate him and remain unscathed.
your eyes widened a bit, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop eren’s hand from moving. you could feel just how hard he was and it made you think that he almost had it worse than you. however, that doesn’t mean your just gonna lay here and take it.
“get the fuck off me eren” you said through tight lips. his hands now steadily making their way under your top, with you making no advances to stop him.
he bent down towards your ear as his body almost covers yours entirely, with his fingers now gently pulling at your nipples.. “you know what’s funny? you can act mad at me all you want, but this pretty pussy is never ever mad at me. maybe i should gag you and let her do the talking, at least she’s not a fucking liar” at this point, eren’s hands feel like hot coals against your body. while they slowly make their descent back down your body, you can feel your resolve slowly melting away under his touch.
before you could reply, his fingers begin to softly move along your covered slit, causing your breath to hitch. you push your hips back a little and eren gives you a breathless laugh in return.
“i know i’ve neglected you pretty baby. daddy’s really sorry, just let me make it up to you. i promise, you can have me all night if you just tell me what you really want”. sometimes, you swore that you could hear the smirk on eren’s lips.
you shook your head no and felt a soft slap to your pussy. you wanted to scream at him and tell him just how badly you missed him, but your mouth refused to open. you bit your lip once he began touching you again, attempting to coax a confession from your pretty lips.
you felt him bend over once again, this time to place small kisses behind your ear, kisses that started to travel down your neck and onto your back. the entirety of his ministrations were torture, but it was when he stopped kissing you and replaced his lips with his tongue to lick a stripe up your back that you really wanted to cave.
eren’s middle finger finally found your bare clit, the initial contact causing you to jump hard against his body. small whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to maneuver on his fingers before he stilled your movements.
“m’not doin anything more till you tell me the truth. what do you want from me baby? tell me and i’ll give it you ya”.
you try to grind against his fingers once again before a hard smack to your ass forces you to stop. his grip on your hips tightening, letting u know that he’s really gonna deprive you until you speak.
“want you to touch me ren! wan’ you to fuck me so fucking bad!” you finally scream out.
every gives you a small chuckle before his middle and index finger burry themselves into your cunt. his body almost shakes at warmth you provide. blood rushing straight to his dick, making him indescribably hard.
“that’s it baby, that’s all i wanted to hear.” he sounds breathless, almost like he’s the one that’s been getting teased.
he’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, a small squelching sound coming from your sopping pussy. your grip on the cold marble counter top has your knuckles turning white. at this point, you’re so desperate for more that your meeting his fingers half way.
with tears threatening to run down your chubby cheeks, you make pleas for more. “ren please, please gimme more. i’ll be good i promise!”
he feels so bad. you’ve never acted like this, even when the two of you were still forced to live separately on campus. the desperation in your voice is surprising him just as much as it’s surprising you.
because he knows you like it when he fucks you with his hair down, he pulls his hair from his already loosening bun and all but rips his sweats off. dick hitting his bare stomach with a heavy thud.
he takes his fingers out of you and rips those pretty pink panties off, he makes a mental note to buy you another pair.
he rubs himself between your sticky folds till his cock is shiny, hitting your clit a couple of times in the process, drawing more whines from you. all he can do is look down in awe. it’s amazing to him just how wet you get from just a couple of fingers, but who can blame u? his dick’s been throbbing for four days straight.
he finally anchors himself and spits, emitting a soft puh before he smiles. you’re such a mess underneath him and he can’t wait to make it even worse. he finally starts to push in, but your tight little cunny won’t let him in no matter how gentle he tries to be.
“lemme in baby… please lemme in” his voice is so strained it’s making u gush even more.
“i’m tryin!” you say with a pout, tears running down your face.
eren knows you’ve always been big on eye contact when the two of you fuck, it’s almost necessary… so, he hooks his fingers into the side of your mouth and forces your head to lift. finally you were able to see that tattooed chest and pretty face, and he was able to see those pretty eyes and beautiful tear stained face.
almost immediately do you loosen up and he accidentally on purpose pushes all the way in, causing the both of you to moan loudly.
“there you go baby, take it for me ya spoiled fuckin brat”. his hands have found purchase on the fatness of your hips, his grip so tight that you think he’ll bruise you. not that you’ve ever cared.
“fuckfuckfuck” is all you can say as you watch his facial expressions through the mirror. his hair is down and there’s tiny beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. he’s gone slack jawed while stroking you, a relaxed expression gracing his pretty face. no matter how many times he’s buried himself in your warm walls, he’s never gotten used to how good u feel. once his green eyes make contact with yours and that smirk graces his face, it makes u realize just how in control he is no matter how gentle he may look.
“squeezin’ me so tight baby.. u miss me that much?” he says with a breathless laugh, voice dripping with sarcasm. the both of you know that going this long without touch was both odd and frustrating. it caused the both of you to miss each other equally, hence why this could be categorized as some of the best sex you’ve ever had.
at this point, he knows you’re gonna cum soon, he can feel your walls pulsing and eren feels like his dick is gonna pop.
“g’nna cum rennie, g’nna make a mess on yo- ugh fuck!” your little hands balling into fists as he hits that spongey spot in you. you can hear just how hard he’s thrusting into you, each stroke sounding more sticky than the last. it’s making your eyes cross and toes curl.
your convinced he’s gonna kill you with that horse dick of his one day.
“let it out baby, i’ll clean it up the mess, wanna feel you cum on me.” even he’s getting whiny now, so it’s only a matter of time before you-
“-ohmygod eren!” you cum so hard that your body’s shaking and your knees are buckling. thankfully, eren’s always there to catch you.
despite chasing his own nut, he desperately wants to see you ride out your orgasm. he’s so desperate that he’s picking you up by your hips, forcing you to do small circles against his waist cause he knows it drives you crazy.
however, it doesn’t take long before he’s digging deep into you again, the force of his thrusts causing your head to bounce a little harder than intended.
“god i’m gonna cum so hard in this pretty pussy. i’m so fucking sorry i neglected you baby.. never again, god i’ll never do it again baby i promise. gonna fill you up okay? awe, you like the sound of that yeah? make you the prettiest mommy for me. promise i’ll take care of you forever. god i love you”. he’s rambling and his voice is getting rough. it’s only a matter of time before he cums.
after finding some strength, you finally look back and smile at him and that’s all it takes for eren to cum. his face screws up and his warm hands slide up your back to make you arch a little deeper. you wish you could run your fingers through his hair so badly, but you couldn’t ask for a better view of your beautiful boyfriend.
after a few moments of silence, eren finally comes down from his high with a big huff of air. gently, he spins you around so you face him. he moves your curls from out of your eyes and gives you a slow kiss on the lips, hands resting gently on your chubby, tear stained cheeks.
after a few moments of silence, he starts to speak, “i meant what i said. i’m sorry i left you alone for so long baby. i just gotta pass this test.” his eyes full of remorse.
“i know eren, i just wanted some attention… it’s really easy to miss you, even if we live together”. small smiles find both of your faces and eren finally pulls out to run the two of you a warm bath.
he strips you out of your tank top and carries you over to the tub, where he holds you tightly.
after some comfortable silence, you can’t help but look over your shoulder and ask the question that’s been plaguing your mind, “you really wanna get me pregnant?”
he looks towards the ceiling and let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “i mean, eventually yes. right now? fuck no”
the two of you fell into laughter while the smell of lavender filled your noses and achy bones were finally allowed to rest.
#eren#eren x reader#eren jeager x reader#eren yeager#eren smut#eren x chubby reader#eren x black reader smut#eren x y/n#damn….. i love writing for this man
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Hii i love ur writing
can u do a Jeongin x fem reader where u think he’s a rlly innocent guy but as u get to know him you realize how he’s horny 24/7 and actually start to get worried about him lol
stay hydrated💗🥹
Hi!! Thank you. You’re too sweet! 🥺
This sounds good. Hope I don’t disappoint ☺️
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Sweet boy ❣️
Jeongin (IN) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut , perv Jeongin , implied masterbastion , oral(male receiving) , groping , fingering, unprotected sex ,
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You started dating this cute boy. He was adorable and seemingly innocent although there are some weird things you’ve been noticing. He’s pretty clingy and that’s okay but often times you find him staring at your chest or at your thighs. You’d be in public and he’d run his hand up your thigh but you never stopped him because you didn’t want to make a scene. He was so excited the first time you guys had sex and he was pretty rough, ever since then he’s been acting even more strange. Maybe you were just thinking too much into it.
It was around 1pm and you had invited your boyfriend and his friends over for lunch. Jeongin was already there since he had slept over and was in the kitchen with you as you were preparing the food.
You had your back turned to him as you were making some turkey avocado sandwiches and chatting about some family stuff. But Jeongin wasn’t really paying attention.
Jeongin was focused on your skirt, more specifically, your ass and hips. He loved how the skirt hugged your waist and wondered why you decided to wear this article of clothing. He felt like you were teasing him.
“Hey… baby?” You interrupted his thoughts and looked at him after noticing that he wasn’t responding. “Are you listening to me?”
“Oh sorry noona… I um…” Jeongin replied nervously, coming close to you. “I was just admiring how pretty you are today.”
“Oh thanks you.” You said, blushing lightly before turning back around to cut some lettuce.
“Its… a pretty skirt…” he said, sounding as if in a trance, now running his fingers along the material.
“Oh I got it last week at the mall” you replied nonchalantly before pausing as you felt his fingers touching the back of your thigh, slightly lifting the skirt.
“Hey Jeongin? What are you-?” You couldn’t even finish before he lifted your skirt and touched your panties.
“Hey!” You yelled, quickly turning around. “What the hell are you doing?! And in the kitchen?!”
“Sorry noona!” He replied quickly. “I-I couldn’t help it!”
Before you could say anything else, there was a knock at the door and you left the kitchen to answer it.
While you let in the guests, Jeongin stayed in the kitchen and noticed the bulge in his pants. He wanted you so bad right now, but his friends were over.
You soon came back in to grab the food and your boyfriend came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. “Noona…”
“What is it?” You replied, now blushing as you felt his bulge pressing against your ass.
“Noona… I need you…” he whined.
“Your friends are here!” You said in a loud whisper, looking at him like he’s crazy… well because he is.
“But noona-“
“No” you said shaking your head and picking up the plates with sandwiches. “I’ll help you out later.”
Jeongin sighed and followed you to the dining area where his friends, Felix and Seungmin were waiting.
“Sorry for the wait.”
“No it’s fine!” Felix said with a smile, grabbing his sandwich. The two were sitting on one side while you and your boyfriend sat on the other.
Seungmin was telling a story about meeting a girl the other day when you felt a hand squeezing your thigh. You looked at your boyfriend with a brow raised; he was biting his lip and looking down at his half eaten sandwich. It wasn’t until you looked at his other hand that you noticed him rubbing himself over his pants.
You couldn’t believe it! In front of his best friends?? Just sitting here at lunch? And why was he so rilled up? Just from looking at your skirt? He excused him, saying he had to go to the bathroom and you followed. He didn’t even close the door all the way before pulling his hard dick out and rubbing it.
“Jeongin!” You said, trying not to be too loud, closing the door behind you. “What is wrong with you?!”
He jumped at the sound of your voice and turned around, breathing heavily with dick in hand. “N-noona… I need you!”
You were shocked at the sight and didn’t know what to say.
“Please noona! Please! I need you!” He begged. “It hurts! Noona it hurts!!”
“Quiet down!” You were worried he was being too loud and tried hushing him.
“Noona please!”
“Okay okay!” You said frantically, lowering his pants and boxers down more before getting on your knees.
You first rubbed his throbbing cock with your hands then fully took it in your mouth.
As you sucked him off, Jeongin was gripping the sides of the sink, groaning with head thrown back, and eyes rolled back as well. You gave amazing head and he was already bucking his hips and whining. It wasn’t long before he hit his high.
You swallowed his cum and lost your appetite for lunch. “Well… I hope you’re feeling better.” You sighed, going back to the dining room.
“Are you guys okay?” Felix asked, tilting his head a little.
“Yeah, Jeongin just has a little headache. I gave him some motrin. He should be fine.” You replied, looking down at your food.
Jeongin came back soon after and sat down quietly, smiling at his friends.
The two shrugged it off and seungmin continued his story.
But your boyfriend didn’t seem to be done. Again, he was running his hand up your thigh and under your skirt, making his way to your panties.
You shot him a glare, causing him to pull away. What was wrong with him? This sweet boy you fell in love with was just acting… weird.
After about an hour of hanging out, Seungmin and Felix left and you laid down on the couch trying to relax a little. You soon fell asleep.
Jeongin came out calling your name when he noticed you sleeping. He thought you were so cute and went over, noticing your skirt was pushed up a little.
Why’d you have to wear such a cute outfit today? He thought to himself. Jeongin kneeled on the floor next to you and slowly raised your skirt, revealing your panties. They were a pretty dusty pink color and he couldn’t help himself so he started tracing his finger along the hem.
You didn’t seem to notice and Jeongin rubbed his 2 fingers over your clothed clit. This caused you to moan lightly, although it was muffled.
Your boyfriend didn’t want to wake you up but he was feeling hard again so he started slowly lowering your panties until he was able to pull them off completely.
He looked at how hot you were with the skirt and no underwear but he didn’t want to wake you so he lowered your skirt and took your panties to your room with him so he could relieve himself.
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You later woke up and it was around 4pm. You got up and stretched then feeling how cold you felt under your skirt. After connecting the dots you realized that you weren’t wearing underwear. A bit panicked, you went to your room to put some on when you saw your boyfriend asleep on your bed with his shirt off, pants down and panties in hand.
“Jeongin!!”
He shot up quickly and looked at you. “Noona! I-I um…”
“What the fuck are you doing?!?” You yelled, not only mad but also embarrassed.
He got up and pulled his boxers up, going to you. “I-I just needed you… but you were sleeping and-”
“So you take my panties?!”
“Noona please!” He said almost whining. He hated to admit it but seeing you angry turned him on a little.
“Baby… what’s going on? You’re acting weird.” You asked, now concerned.
“Nothing! I just…” he came close and traced his fingers around your breasts. “I just… need you …”
You sighed and took a seat on the bed. “You’re really that needy huh?”
Jeongin took the opportunity to push you into the bed and kiss you deeply, now groping your breasts under your shirt.
“B-baby?” You looked up at him confused.
“Please noona. Please!” He whined, already lifting your shirt and unclasping your bra.
“Okay baby…” you sighed as you let him slip your shirt off and take off your bra. “We have to discuss this later…”
He nodded and sucked on your breast, moving to your nipple and biting it cause you to grab him by the hair.
“Ow! Baby that hurts!!” You yelled out before he stopped and looked at you again.
“Sorry noona.” He chuckled. “I got excited.”
You let go of his hair and watched as he slipped your skirt off, now kissing up your neck while palming at your crotch, causing you to moan. It felt good but all so overwhelming and he seemed to have no intention of stopping. He fingered you, inserting 2 fingers at once before sucking at your breasts again.
Although he was obviously horny you wanted to do this at your own pace and stopped him for a moment.
“H-how about you let me take care of you? You want noona to ride you?”
Nothing excited him more than having you ride him and he loved the praise you’d give him. He nodded and laid down next to you, taking off his boxers. He was panting and excited as you got on top of him.
“Are you gonna take my pussy like a good baby boy?” You asked, now lowering yourself on his dick.
“Yes noona! Yes!” He replied quickly, already bucking his hips.
You closed your eyes for a moment to gain composure and took his hands, putting them on your hips. You then started moving.
Jeongin was breathing heavily and already a moaning mess. You had to admit that this was turning you on too and causing you to go faster as you started losing yourself as well.
“Come on baby…” you said panting. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”
You didn’t need to tell him twice and he came, causing you to do so as well. You were starting to lift yourself off when you felt his grip tighten.
“Again… please noona again!” He whined, already moving you lightly.
“Baby… please.” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’m tired. And your being greedy…”
“Please!!” He begged and you got off of him.
“Stop it! You’re being a bad boy!” You shouted as you made your way to the bathroom. He panicked and followed you.
“No no noona! I’m not a bad boy!”
“Your being greedy. And you said we can talk about your little problem afterwards.” You wiped off your make up and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain, only to have it yanked back open.
“But-“
You were surprised at his boldness and he just stepped into the shower with you, not even asking, plus this was a small shower.
“Please let me shower…”
“I will. I just wanna shower too!” He replied with a pout.
You sighed and just let him as you continued washing yourself. While he showered, he mostly just watched you.
…
After discussing his little issue you realized that he was just easily turned on. It made sense now thinking about how he’d look at you, even in public. And it made you wonder about the times your underwear would go missing or he’d excuse himself to the bathroom. For now you weren’t sure what to do and hoped that he’d get over this phase soon.
You both made a plan. He would signal when he was feeling needy and excuse himself from whatever you were both doing. Often times you would follow him and let him do what he wanted to relieve himself. Sometimes he wanted you to suck him off and other times he just wanted to suck on your breasts. It really depended on what he wanted at the moment.
You were worried but didn’t know what to do. What was going on with your sweet boy?
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Sorry it’s long. I got carried away 😅
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CAUGHT ; sub!ajax petropolus & bestfriend!reader
summary: catching your bestfriend in the act on your bed, oh he looked so pretty begging for you. you finally got what you wanted.
warnings: this is pretty tame, ajax being sub, mentions of bodily fluids, afab reader, reader is so inlove w pleasing him and making him feel good!!!
a/n: not proofread!! if there’s any mistakes lmk plzzz also im so sorry i didn’t get to release this sooner! ive been busy since it’s the holidays (MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE & MERRY CHRISTMAS IF U CELEBRATE ^o^) also i have press ons so its hard for me to write at my usual pace but i promise i’ll be writing more!
“didn’t expect you to be here. something up?” your gangly bestfriend stood in the frame of your dorm door. “no, no nothing’s wrong. xavier’s gone and i just came to hang out with you.. if that’s fine?”
“oh that’s fine ‘jaxy! m’ just about to shower though. you gonna stay?” your towel was wrapped against your body as you tried your best to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally fall. your tits were practically spilling out and it was even worse that the towel was a few inches too short.
the snake-haired boy nods quickly, swallowing- “yeah- i’ll just wait for you” god he thinks you don’t know. you watch his eyes scan down your body as he thinks you’re not looking. you’re fighting the smirk that pulls at your lips. you can sense how you make him feel, how your presence makes him nervous. it makes you feel excited, almost insatiable.
why couldn’t you take a fucking hint and see that he was suffering?
he was fed up with it, so fucking fed up. ever since he’s met you, couple months ago, he’d make up excuses to hang out with you, whether it be studying or wanting to get stoned, he’d find any reason to see you, be with you. anytime he was with you, you’d either be wearing the most tiniest skirts and shorts, thighs squeezing out the bottom and ass out, or your tits would be spilling out your top. he knew what these other guys thought and he didn’t like it. can’t you see he’s trying to be a good friend here?
of course you can. you’re just a fucking vixen who thinks it’s fun to tease him. he notices how you slightly grind against his thigh when you sit on his lap. he notices when you purposely wear the shortest skirts and shorts paired with the most sinful top when you both have “study sessions” together. he can’t help but jerk off to photos of you when you leave. it makes him dizzy just thinking about how pretty you are.
he’s only brought out of his own thoughts when he hears the sound of the shower starting. ajax’s mind began to race with thoughts of your body. his pretty cock had gotten erect and warmth took over his face. too much was taking over his head, poor baby.
ajax took out his aching cock and began to stroke it. he teased the slit of his tip, pretending as if you were the one who were doing it. his whines and whimpers were soft and quiet. he knew it wasn’t right to jerk off to his bestfriend knowing she’s in the shower and could come out any second but it felt so good, how could he not?
he breathes a quiet “fuck” into the empty room, strained and heartfelt and just for you. the snake-haired boy’s face was hot and flushed, eyebrows furrowed. his strokes had progressively gotten faster as he was getting close to cumming. little did he know, the shower had already stopped and you were standing there, waiting for your bestfriend to notice.
arousal pools between your legs as you watched for longer, hearing his soft voice speak of your name so shamelessly. you think it’s cute how stupid he must think you are. or maybe he doesn’t and he gets off on being known for being so pathetic. whatever it is, it makes you feel hot all over, like you’re doing something bad. ajax was too focused on his himself to even notice that the noise of the shower had stopped so you had decided to take matters into your own hands.
“look at you. pathetically calling out my name as you stroke your pretty cock,” his eyes shot open, humiliated that he was caught jerking off on his bestfriend’s bed. ajax stammered on his words, trying the best to explain himself as you walked towards him. how cute. “no need to explain ‘jaxy. i can help you if you need me that badly,” you giggled as you sat on his clothed lap, facing him. your arms were wrapped around his neck, towel barely holding together as if its life depended on it. “you looked so pretty with your eyes shut like that.”
ajax’s face had gotten even more hot and flushed if that were even possible. a small smile crept onto his face. “do you need help or not ‘jaxy?” he shamelessly nodded his head, eager to feel you on his cock.
you threw the towel, it landing someplace elsewhere in the dorm room. your tits were on display for your bestfriend. you smiled at how cute he looked. his pretty eyes had made contact with yours, you could’ve sworn you saw little hearts. his lips were then on yours, loving the feeling of your tongue dancing with his. your hands were wandering all over his chest, slowly moving closer to his cock. he would occasionally moan into the kiss the closer you got, sensitive as fuck. you needed some type of friction and began to grind against his thigh, beyond happy he still had his jeans on. as your hands were slowly stroking his cock, he needed more, craved for more. ajax began to buck his hips as his hands were sweetly caressing your cheek.
you pulled away, gasping for air. “you're so cute," you coo, running a hand through his hair. he's squirming underneath you, trying to bring his lips to yours once again, but instead your thumb presses against his parted lips. "poor baby, does ‘jaxy want a kiss?”
he nods desperately, groaning loudly as he pulls you closer. his hands are on your waist, hips wantonly bucking up into yours. he's pulling you closer, your tits pressed up against his chest, thoughts swimming as he begs pathetically for you. “think you deserve something a little more. what do you want me to do ‘jaxy?”
“just.. fuck me, ruin me, use me all you want. wanna be in you so bad, baby.. please?” you giggle, finding his neediness cute. you rise from his lap, taking his throbbing cock and adjusting it to align between your folds. you hiss in pain as you sink down on his cock. “y’know, you’re so pretty when you look like this,” you sighed softly, taking in the view that lay right in front of you.
ajax’s small groans and whines had gotten louder once you had started bouncing all over him. each upsurge of your ass down on his thighs feels more potent than the last. he senses his mind on the verge of collapse every time your cunt swallows his cock. “‘m gonna-“ you cut the snake-haired boy off by pressing your lips against his, picking up your pace to make him cum. “keep going, sucha good boy huh,” you coo. his hands were on your hips, helping you slam yourself onto his cock. he was digging his fingers in your flesh, bound to leave bruises.
“mhm.. ‘m yours. yours-” he attempts to speak but you make it so difficult to even breathe, let alone refuse the ectasy you’re giving him. being straightforward, he wouldn’t trade this for anything else in the world. you feel absolutely seraphic on his pretty cock, so tight, and squeezing him for all he’s worth but it’s almost too much for poor ajax.
he slams you down on his cock one last time before painting your walls white, groaning and panting. “you did so good baby,” you cupped his face, kissing him everywhere.
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the sweetener you are
hyunjae x reader (idea from the anon who requested childhood friends to lovers!)
summary: when a mysterious man moves into the apartment next door, you realize that he’s your childhood best friend who’s disappeared for years. he changed, his life seeming to have soured. but you could just be his sweetener, the one to make him smile again
genre: best friends to lovers, and boy-next-door sorta thing, hurt/comfort for him because he deserves the world, nightmares, healing, one bed trope, youre forced to move in with him hahaha am i evil, back hugs, he acts "drunk" when tired (dont ask why, it was just an excuse to write him being clingy), hes flirty ish and teasing, hes shirtless for like one second (BECAUSE.), sleepy love confessions, kissing, is there tension? i can't tell myself, “sweetheart” good god
notes: school started so expect much much less after this... so see you in a bit 🥲🥲but hope u enjoy!!! this is literally just yumi who needs to stop writing long interpretations of their love for hyunjae in the form of fics + song inspo!
word count: 12.7k
You coughed. You choked. And then you glared straight at Younghoon who was staring back in complete alarm. Setting the unfinished glass down on the counter with a loud clink, you clenched your jaw with unspoken curse words that threatened to escape your lips.
“This tastes like dirt,” You garbled out. Rushing over to one of your cupboards, you pulled out one of those small sugar packets that you liked to swipe from those cute coffee shops. If it was free, why not take a few? Ripping the paper open, you poured it into the drink that didn’t even look like it belonged on this planet. It was both… green and yellowish-blue at the same time.
Younghoon gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth dramatically. “That’s not healthy!”
“But it tastes so bad,” You whined. “It needs a sweetener.”
He glared, dragging his hand all the way down his jaw in an unattractive way. “It’s an herbal drink. It’s meant to taste bad. Think of all the health benefits you could’ve gotten out of that without the sugar.”
“You made this?” You scrunched up your face in disgust.
“No, I–” He laughed nervously. “My mom did. I promised her I would finish it.”
You narrowed your eyes. “And you couldn’t because it tasted so bad. So you’re making me finish it.”
He gave you a pained smile as he stepped away. “I– who said that?”
“Why’re we even friends?” You questioned before jabbing a finger at the door. “Get out.”
Younghoon pouted but he eventually obliged, opening the apartment door. “You still owe me money for that overpriced tiny piece of cake by the way.”
“It tasted good!” You shot back.
“It did not.” He sighed. “It’s just you with your horrible sweet tooth. Don’t even– hey…” You noticed him peeking out of your door and into the hallway. And then he leaned back in, searching your face with wonder. “Someone’s moving in next door.”
You brightened with interest at that, practically jumping off where you were sitting on the kitchen counter. Bounding over to the door, you poked your head out under Younghoon’s, just like they did in the cartoons. Squinting your eyes, all you could see was a tall man with a cap on that covered most of his face.
“Who’s that?” Younghoon said, slightly too loud for your liking.
With a groan, you elbowed him in the ribs. “Shh…how would I know? Though... he does look better than that old dude who constantly yelled at those courtroom TV shows like he was the judge.” It was like the apartment next to yours was cursed. Magic wasn’t real here. Or at least, in this world. But you still believed that a witch had strolled by and casually placed a hex on Apt 245 for the fun of it. For the time that you’ve been here, you’ve seen about five people move in there. And they were never happy.
Once, there were two parents who had to deal with multiple children who would not stop crying. You hadn’t slept a wink the whole time they were there. They did receive a noise complaint though. Another time, there was a teenager who couldn’t even properly pay off the rent. He didn’t have a job. But he could somehow afford the loudest speaker where he would play the most gut-wrenching, saddest music ever. He got evicted.
But this man… well–he looked decent. Really. No evident curse here. Or at least, yet. When he turned around, you could see that he was very tall and… broad. Apparently, that was the first thing you noticed. He also seemed to pick up the moving boxes with ease and when he had stepped just the slightest to the side, you could see the impossibly perfect slope of his nose. Also a very odd thing to notice.
Younghoon grasped your arm, pulling you back into your own apartment.
“Don’t fall in love.”
You gaped at him. “What? I don’t even know who he is.”
He raised an eyebrow. “But he’s tall. And broad. And has a nice nose. I know you. I know your type.”
Shit.
“You do know me,” You mumbled sheepishly. “But still!” You poked him harshly. “I won’t fall in love. I probably won’t even see him for like– a month. Or he’s going to be cursed and moved out like the others. Don’t worry.”
Your friend narrowed his eyes in skepticism but he eventually nodded. “As long as you don’t bump into him tomorrow or something.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Of course. I won’t fall in love.”
You didn’t fall in love. You fell onto the floor.
And you also happened to bump into him the next day ironically enough.
If only—if only—you decided to pick up your mail yesterday like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. And by this, you meant being distracted by a cup that rolled out of your new neighbor’s door and then walking straight into his chest.
You squeaked in horror. “I’m sorry!” And then you stepped backwards, tripped on your badly-timed untied shoelace, and ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway.
When you looked up, there was a pretty hand that reached out to help you up. Taking it with burning cheeks, you could finally see what this man looked like up close and without a cap.
And you would have expected maybe one of those boy-next-door romantic moments where you would fall into his arms and start dating the next day. Oh, and also kiss and eventually get married. But no, you—
“Hyunjae?”
The man—Hyunjae—gaped at you with comically wide eyes.
“Y/n,” He breathed out.
As long-lost childhood friends, the most sensible thing to do was ask how he was. But you often defied expectations, positively or negatively, and so instead you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug.
Hyunjae, whom you’ve known since you were just young kids, has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He used to be on the elementary school track team while you… were on the bleachers trying to tell the difference between subtraction and addition. But luckily, Hyunjae was both a smart and kind kid and so he had stopped in the middle of his running to sit with you and teach what your teacher couldn’t do properly.
He was always one year older, always more mature and experienced. But he tended to throw that away just for you and join in on playing games with you when he should’ve been studying for an exam. But he did so to cheer you up. He was sweet like that and you adored spending your afternoons after school with him.
The two of you even got to experience those dreadful high school years together, except there was always that haunting realization—that he would eventually graduate first. But he always reassured you.
“It’s just one year, silly,” He joked, pulling you into a side hug, one that perfectly portrayed his understanding of your worries. “I’ll text and call you all the time. Promise.”
Promises were often broken and this wasn’t any different. For when he had left for college, he never contacted you ever again. You had tried to reach out, but he never responded. And so, for your whole college term, you never saw Lee Hyunjae, your supposed “best friend,” ever again.
And you should have been mad—no, furious to see him again. You should have pushed him away and went on with your life while skillfully avoiding him. But just the simple sight of him brought back all those fond memories–baking cupcakes, falling asleep together just after screaming over a horror movie, holding each other when life just gets too much... And so you found yourself buried into his chest, holding him tightly.
“Hyunjae,” You whispered again, shutting your eyes in both contentment and fear of him pushing you away again.
But you felt two hands snake around your middle, hugging you back. There were a million questions running through your mind at that moment, wondering why he had disappeared but welcomed you so easily. But you set them aside, choosing to just melt into his still familiar embrace.
Finally though, you managed to pull away, looking at him with a fond smile. He smiled back. He had grown even more handsome than before. He managed to become taller, broader, and more charming all at once. His features were sharp, more mature. Something about him–the way he was dressed in a literal suit–really portrayed to you that he really was an adult now, as opposed to the teenager who procrastinated on science projects.
“How are you?” He smiled, almost too polite for your liking. You could see the way he stood, awkwardly and with fidgeting hands. And that was when it all hit you like a truck.
Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed, your lips pulled into a scowl, and your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward. “How am I? No. How could you–” You banged a fist on his firm chest. “–leave me–” Another punch. “–like that–” He stepped back in growing alarm. “–and act all polite and uneasy as if we weren’t best friends for years?” Both of your fists lingered on his chest, your strength growing weak from frustration.
“Y/n, I–” He winced.
“Actually, I hate you.” You glared. But your words differentiated from your actions when your hand came to smooth down his crumpled tie. “I don’t want to see you ever again. You’re an absolute asshole and I–” But your eyes met with his, his gaze amused and soft. And then you sniffled, looking down at the ground, the urge to cry suddenly overcoming you.
Hyunjae laughed quietly. “I’m sorry. If you would allow me to explain?”
“Great,” You grumbled. “Then do so. Since you’ve owed me an explanation after all these years.”
He glanced at his watch. “I have work. Tomorrow, maybe? Trust me.”
You looked at him in bewilderment. “Work? But you haven’t even unpacked yet.” You eyed his apartment with the door open. There were multiple boxes strewn about, some not even open yet.
“Emergencies,” He sighed. That was when you noticed just how exhausted he looked. “I have to go.”
“Oh,” You stuttered. “Okay. I– good luck?”
Hyunjae smiled, pinching your cheek just like he had done all those years ago. He seemed to be completely unfazed over the fact that you just punched him in anger. “Thank you.” And he was locking the door behind him and heading for the elevator. But just as he was walking away, you felt the need to call something out. Just a few words.
“Hyunjae?” You said.
He turned around, tilting his head. You never knew just how well work attire suited him. He looked almost… attractive. But god, what were you thinking?
“I missed you.”
He smiled but he never quite gave you a response as the elevator ding had interrupted him. Instead, he just gave you a small wave.
It was odd. Awkward. But one step at a time, you figured. It’s been years after all.
The next day, as promised, he had shown up to your door. This time, since it was the weekend, he was wearing a simple white shirt. One that still never failed to accentuate his broad shoulders.
But initially, you thought it was Younghoon and not a guy who you haven’t seen for multiple years. So you may or may not have opened the door with your hair like a bird’s nest and your sleepwear on that… wasn’t meant for the general public to see. Apparently, Hyunjae fits in the general public category now. Best friend? No, you hate him.
Kind of.
Not really.
Stumbling to the door, you flung it open, your eyes barely open. Immediately, you were met with the sight of just. Long legs. Not very helpful.
“Who–” And then you looked up, only to meet Hyunjae’s eyes. Choking on your spit, you straightened up. “Hello,” You blurted out in a monotone voice.
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin down with amusement. “And who’s the uneasy one now?”
“Sorry, I…” Your eyes trailed down to what you were wearing. With an internal gasp, you stepped backward. “I’m going to– change.”
He widened his eyes and then his gaze also traveled down. His cheeks were oddly red and he cleared his throat, looking away.
You cringed and shut the door in his face before he could even say anything.
Now in proper clothes that were for the general public, you opened the door again. He was still standing there with that same smile. The same kind, caring one he always regarded you with even when you were just kids.
“Where should we talk?” You asked.
His eyes glanced over to his own door. “My place?” He offered quietly. “I have unpacking to do.”
You stared at him silently. And then you nodded with an excited smile. “I can help.”
“Oh no,” He laughed softly. “You don’t have to. I’m fine on my–”
“You don’t look fine,” You interrupted. And without thinking, your hand came up to cup his cheek, turning him to face you. “You look tired.”
He stared at you wordlessly before sighing. “I guess I am.”
“So let me help.” You grinned. “I’m using my vacation days from work right now anyway.”
He could only mutter a shy “okay” as he opened the door for you to enter. Looking around, you found that the only things that he had unpacked lacked much of any personality. He took out the necessities and a bunch of… work. Papers, a computer, work suits and the like.
“You seem busy,” You remarked as you walked over to the box labeled “decorations” only for there to literally be one single plant that looked like it needed to be watered. In fact, it was on the brink of death. Immediately, your face was contorting in worry and you turned to where he was just standing at the entrance with an embarrassed expression. “What… happened to your initial dream?”
He approached you and peered into the box. “What dream?”
“The one where you wanted to have a place full of pretty plants.”
“Yeah well,” He laughed bitterly. “Circumstances change aspirations.”
You gulped nervously at his change of tone. Something was bothering him. Something, in particular, caused him to move here. You led him to the couch and sat next to him.
“So what is it? Why did you cut everyone off and– disappear?” You asked cautiously.
He looked at you for a long minute like he was trying to figure out a response for himself. And finally, he just sighed in defeat.
“Problems.”
“Like what?” You prodded.
“A lot. And I wouldn’t want to lay them all on you.” He gave you a weak smile. You regarded him with a soft look in your eyes, searching his face for any sort of answer. All you could see was a flame that had long been put out.
“Then tell me one.”
“One?” He bit his lip nervously. “One…”
“Just one,” You said gently.
“Like the one where the place I used to work at didn’t treat me right? That they refused to give me anything?” He mumbled, his voice trailing off with embarrassment. “So I moved here so that I could get away? That one?”
You froze at his words. You processed them and that was when it began to make sense. He wasn’t going to work yesterday. He was going to an interview. His computer was open to job openings and the papers weren’t reports. They were resumes.
“Hyunjae,” You whispered. But he was already distancing himself, standing up from the couch. You gazed at him with concern as you stood up, only for him to take a step backward.
“Why are you…” You frowned. “It’s okay, you know. Did you think I would look at you any differently?”
His jaw clenched. “Well, I did cut you off because I didn’t want to worry you. You always told me I would be successful, the best. So how exactly could I face you after they…”
“That’s not your fault. And I’m sorry for putting that on you,” You mustered, stepping closer. This time, he didn’t step away. He allowed you to do anything. He let you trail a hand down to his wrist, holding it gently. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more. I’m sorry.”
He watched you with slight surprise, and with his lips pulled into a straight line, he whispered a small, “I should be the one who’s sorry.”
You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t be.”
He stayed silent at that, simply studying your features. You could tell he still wanted to apologize. But then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You grew up.” His tone was gentle, so kind, just like you’ve always known. It was a little quieter than before though, more closed off as if he was afraid–scared of what you would think of him.
You laughed bashfully. “And so did you.” Your hand trailed up to his shoulder. “Did you start working out?”
He smirked. “Why, do you like my progress?”
You snorted. “Could improve.”
He scoffed yet he only looked at you with fondness. The two of you simply stood there, in the midst of his empty apartment, just staring at each other. And then you giggled. He laughed as well before reaching forward and pulling you into his arms, squeezing you so tight that you felt the air leave your lungs.
“Ah–” You choked. “Hyunjae. You’re killing me.”
“I’m showing you my newfound strength,” He joked, stepping away. You were about to refute but instead, you felt your gaze wandering to his arms. Since when were they so toned and–
“Very funny,” You weakly replied. Escaping from his persisting soft gaze, you stepped away and approached the various boxes. “What can I help you with?”
Hyunjae didn’t have much. Apparently, all those large boxes contained about three small things.
“I overestimated,” He replied with a sheepish smile when you asked.
Most of his things were put away yet when you looked around, the apartment was void of any joy or charm. The only boxes that were left were his clothes which he claimed he could do another day. After putting away his single cup and plate–that’s all he had apparently–you turned around only to see that he was crouched, bending towards that same plant that you pointed out. Its leaves were drooping and the stem wilting, as his fingers gently prodded at it. When you looked closely, you could see a melancholy look on his face, a small frown tugging on his lips.
It was true, that Hyunjae had many dreams when he was younger. That was normal for many people. But to witness it all dissipate before your sight, no sign of light behind his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench.
Walking over, you crouched down next to him. He gave you a forced smile.
“Kind of sad,” He remarked with a disappointed sigh. “I bought it only for me to fail to take care of it.”
“You can always buy another one.”
“Mhm,” He hummed dully. “Sure.”
You watched him wordlessly, observing the way his gaze fell when one of the leaves broke off. Shaking your head, you suddenly stood up.
“Let’s go out.”
He looked up at you in surprise. “What?”
“I’ll be your tour guide of the town,” You joked. “I know everything.”
Standing up with you, he stole a glance at his phone. “I can’t.”
“Why?” You pouted.
“I’m waiting for my result from the interview.”
You sighed and took his wrist in yours, pulling him to the door. “You need to get your mind off that for a second.”
“But–”
“Please?” You looked up at him, even batting your eyelashes. “Just for a moment?” You also exaggerated a pout.
He blinked in shock, his eyes trailing over your expression. “What are you doing?”
“Making you feel bad. Is it working?” You held back a grin.
He huffed out a laugh. “Definitely. Fine, just for a moment.”
You grinned and you were already pulling on your shoes and bounding out the door, leaving Hyunjae to smile to himself.
“This is a convenience store.” You pointed at it with a bright smile.
He rolled his eyes. “I know what a convenience store is.”
You laughed and led him to the next block before abruptly stopping. “This is the karaoke bar,” You said, pointing at the nearby building.
“Fun,” He muttered.
“We should go one day.” You smiled. “Actually no.” You scowled. “I got drunk there once and I think they banned me because I was dancing on the tables.”
Hyunjae turned to you in slight shock. “You? Drunk?”
“What?” You widened your eyes in surprise. “What is it?”
“I just… you always said that you hated the taste of alcohol,” He replied in wonder.
“Times change.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder. He gave you a small smile back.
Then, you led him to your favorite spot. The central park in the middle of town. It was a beautiful day out, the sky bright and blue. You loved to sit at one of the benches, watching birds fly by or kids play happily on the playground.
“Wait here.” You patted the seat. And then you were running off, nowhere to be seen. Hyunjae simply sat there, observing the calm atmosphere. When you came back, you were holding a stick of cotton candy in your hand. It was large, almost covering your whole face. Hyunjae chuckled, taking it from you so you wouldn’t trip on the ground.
“Aren’t we too old for this?” He questioned.
You shook your head. “I still love it.”
He took a bite and turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s so sweet.”
“That’s why it’s good!” You stared at him like he was the craziest man alive.
“It’s because you’ve always had a sweet tooth.” He frowned, gently placing it back in your hands.
“Fine,” You scoffed. “If that’s how you treat your best friend.” And you were taking a bite on the opposite side. When you pulled it away from your face, you were startled by a loud laugh. From Hyunjae, specifically. Turning to him with wide eyes, you could even see him smiling.
It was not like the other smiles that you’ve seen so far. Those ones were small, lacking much of any emotion. But this one was wide, full with amusement and happiness.
“Wha– oh,” You huffed, realizing that there was cotton candy on your nose. Hyunjae laughed even louder and suddenly he was leaning in to gently wipe it off with his finger.
“Cutie,” He whispered fondly, his other hand gently cupping the side of your face.
Your heart stuttered at the word. “Wh-what?”
He gulped, pulling away like he was burned. “Oh, I…”
You quickly recovered, instead scooching even closer to him so that your shoulders were touching. “You think I’m cute? Even when I’m all grown up?”
“Always.”
“I missed your smile,” You stated as the two of you were walking back to the apartment complex.
You had expected him to point out that he had smiled other times before. But instead, he gazed at you with soft eyes.
“I did too. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so happy,” He said. “All thanks to you.”
“Of course!” You beamed, looping an arm with his before pulling him closer. “You can always count on me.”
He didn’t respond this time. But his expression said it all. Thank you, thank you, thank you, was all you could see in his dark brown eyes. Smiling, you bumped your body playfully against his.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” You asked.
Again, you found yourself in his apartment the next day. Apparently, he had just gotten back from running and he needed to take a shower. So, you were looking through his boxes full of clothes. You sorted through them, folding them until you came across a hoodie. You didn’t recognize it, but the fabric of it was so… soft and warm. Your hands held onto it, contemplating what it would feel like if you just–
The door to the bathroom creaked open. You gasped and shoved it behind you, greatly hoping that he didn’t notice you staring at it longingly. But alas, you just had to have slow reflexes at this moment.
“Do you like it?” He asked. “Put it on.”
You laughed awkwardly, turning to face him, only for your protests to come stuttering to a stop. Your eyes trailed down from his damp hair to his… whole torso. His bare torso. He was shirtless. Right out of the shower, water droplets sitting prettily on his collarbones, traveling all the way down to his chest and his– he definitely works out.
“Oh,” You breathed out, your cheeks flushing red as you frantically looked away. This was not how you expected to reunite with your best friend after so long.
“Sorry,” He replied, his voice low. “My shirt’s in there.”
You nodded, refusing to look up. It was quiet for a moment, too quiet that you contemplated just shoving his clothes into his hands while dutifully avoiding the sight of his bare chest.
But then he was right beside you and he smelled so, so good as he leaned over you, his hand gently grasping your waist. To take a shirt. Very unnecessary but it still left you inhaling sharply. Feeling yourself go dizzy as you stood there, eyes trained on the ground, and every single muscle in all of human anatomy completely rigid until you were sure he was properly dressed.
Taking a peek, you were met with his teasing smile.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes,” You mustered.
“You were staring weren’t you?” He leaned even closer, his eyes searching yours with amusement. His hand gently lifted your chin up, making you swallow thickly at the way he was gazing at you with a small smirk.
“I wasn’t,” You whispered shakily.
“Hm,” He hummed. “You look a little flushed though.”
“It was nothing,” You shoved him away, feeling like your face was on fire. “You shouldn’t just walk around like that. It’s…”
“Mhm.” He only continued to smile wider. “Whatever you say.”
You groaned, abruptly turning away to hide your reddening cheeks. But then your eyes landed back on that same hoodie.
“I know that look on your face,” He teased, picking it up. “You like it.”
“I don’t.”
“Okay,” He simply replied, shrugging and turning around. You were just about to question his suspiciously short response when out of nowhere, he whipped back around and pulled the hoodie over you. Immediately, you were encompassed in warmth and– did he always smell this good? And why was he staring at you so softly with that stupid fond smile and why was your heart beating a mile a minute and–
“Hyunjae,” You groaned. “What was that for?”
But he stayed silent, simply examining you wearing his clothes. You tilted your head.
“Do I look good?”
His breath hitched and now it was him with reddening cheeks as he backed away. You stifled a laugh as you stepped forward, cornering him against the edge of the kitchen counter.
“And I know that look on your face,” You teased back. “You like it.”
His eyes fluttered, almost like he was fighting the urge to look over your body once again. He inhaled deeply and then he straightened, leaning over you this time. With a subtle smile, he whispered something that left shivers down your spine.
“I love it.”
Oh my god. You treaded backwards, suddenly feeling conscious of everything. His eyes on you–all over you–the way the shirt clung to his body, the rushing thought of the fact that you saw him without it on just a few minutes ago–everything came over you like a bucket of ice water.
“I–” With wide eyes, he only continued to approach you, the scent of his shampoo overcoming you quickly. You couldn’t come up with a comeback anymore. At first, you thought that this was just friendly banter, the type that you guys would do in the school cafeteria. But this–this was something different. With the way he was looking at you with darkening eyes, you weren’t quite sure this was that “friendly banter” thing anymore.
“Shut up,” You blurted out as you pulled the hoodie off you and thrust it into his chest.
“Why?” He grinned. “I like this game.”
You raised your eyebrows. “What game is this exactly?”
“The game of making the other person flustered.”
You stood there for a moment, thinking. You couldn’t quite come up with a verbal comeback. So you could instead…
Taking a step forward, you hooked a hand around the back of his neck, letting your touch linger there for a moment. A stuttering breath was caught thickly in his throat as he looked down at you in bafflement.
And then you let your fingertips trail around, down his neck, across his collarbone, slightly pulling down the hem of his shirt and stopping just at his chest where you could feel his heart thump erratically.
Your trace on his skin left sparks flying in your heart and when you had looked up, you knew that Hyunjae was experiencing the same thing.
He was looking down at you, completely speechless and his eyes round in shock. You smiled in triumph, leaning close to one of his reddening ears.
“Then I win.”
And you were heading for the door. But just as you turned around, you could see Hyunjae who was still leaning against the counter, cheeks now red as he stared down at the ground. You giggled, closing the door behind you.
The next time you saw Hyunjae, unsurprisingly, he looked exhausted again. In fact, he didn’t even recognize you at first with how he was gazing off into space rather than unlocking his own door.
“Come over tonight,” You offered.
He raised an eyebrow. “To do what?”
You choked. “Not that. Movie night!” You winked, patting his shoulder before leaving for the grocery store. You made sure to mentally add popcorn to your list.
And so, when it was pitch dark at night, you had opened your door to Hyunjae, fidgeting nervously at the entrance. You laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in.
“Don’t be nervous.” You grinned. “It’s just me.”
As you set up the movie, you couldn’t help but notice Hyunjae looking around your apartment. He seemed to be taking in all of your decorations, and the fact that you had more than one cup and plate. You smiled.
“We can go shopping if you want,” You spoke up. “For your apartment.”
He glanced at you in shock. But he eventually nodded with a small smile, that same one you noticed that he often forced when he was tired and down.
Now sitting on the couch, side-by-side but never quite touching, the two of you watched a movie. It was a comfortable silence and whenever you would glance at Hyunjae, he would notice and turn his attention back to you. And every time you would make eye contact, you made sure to give him a bright smile, one that showed him that “I’m always here for you.”
"Staring?" He teased.
"In fact I am," You replied. "Forget the movie, you're the award-winning feature."
He laughed again. The same bright one at the park.
"I didn't take you to be such a flirter," He remarked.
"I'm not," You refuted. "You really are amazing."
He gave you a smile that wasn't so convincing. "If you say so."
Near the resolution of the film, you found yourself scooching over to him, letting your shoulders touch. But that wasn’t exactly enough, so you lifted his arm so that you could rest your head on his chest, his body warmth easily spreading to yours.
“What are you doing?” He muttered.
For a second, you thought he might actually be annoyed. But, when you looked up, you could see his softening eyes and the slight blush on his cheeks. You huffed in amusement and you only persisted, snuggling close to his chest. Eventually, he gave up on the whole tough act and he let his arm wrap around you, rubbing your arm in up-and-down motions.
You didn’t notice that you had fallen asleep.
Though you did briefly remember two… moments. One of them was him cautiously bringing you to your bed. The other being a warm hand softly caressing your cheek.
You woke up alone. Good! Who else did you expect? Rubbing your eyes, there was a constant sound ringing in your ears. The doorbell, you groaned. Stumbling to the door, you were hoping maybe… Hyunjae? But instead, it was your landlord. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern.
She sighed, shaking her head.
“Bad news.”
When it was Hyunjae this time who had invited you over, you were pleasantly surprised. Opening the door, you could see him sitting at the table, staring intently at his computer.
Tilting your head, you were about to ask what he was looking at. But then he suddenly jumped up, the chair almost falling over. There was a bright smile on his face as he rushed over to you.
“Hyunjae?” You looked at him in confusion.
“I got the job,” He exclaimed. “I got it.”
“You did?” You gasped. “That’s so– that’s amazing! Congratul–” You inhaled sharply when you felt two hands grasp onto your waist. And suddenly, your whole world shifted once you realized that he was literally picking you up and twirling you around. You laughed shyly as you allowed him to, watching fondly at the way he smiled so, so freely.
Once he had slowed down, there was an impending thought in the back of your mind that appeared from all of the adrenaline. He could put you down and you could lean in and maybe… maybe– press your lips to his as an extra cheer. Mentally slapping yourself, you felt your cheeks grow hot. Again, what were you thinking?
His hands were still on your waist, the both of you out of breath. You smiled, giggling softly. He smiled back, his eyes bright and sparkling.
“I’m proud of you,” You finally said.
“It’s all thanks to you,” He replied.
“Hm, well,” You huffed. “Guess who lost their apartment.”
He gaped at you. “What?”
“Not permanently,” You groaned. “But there’s been a technical problem that has to be investigated and fixed. So I can’t stay there for the meantime.”
He looked at you, deep in thought. And then his hands tightened on your waist. “Then stay here with me.”
Now it was your turn to gawk at him. “What?”
“Please.” He smiled. “I owe you.”
You blushed. “I didn’t do much.”
“You did.” He walked forward, nearly caging you against the wall. “Everything. You’ve helped me get this job.” Another step forward. “I’m indebted to you.”
“H-hyunjae,” You stuttered, trying your best to avoid stealing a glance at his lips.
“Just temporarily.”
You made a mental pro and con list. Pros–He was your childhood best friend meaning that he knew you best. Cons–what if things changed? What if you… fell? And you didn’t mean physically.
With a hesitant sigh in defeat, you responded quietly.
“Temporarily.”
When you and Hyunjae had art class together, you learned a little bit more about him. He was always the one who enjoyed the sketching, the outlining with the black pen, and shading in grey. You, on the other hand, were the one who would color in between those lines with vibrant colors, brightening the picture into something truly complete.
That was how you complimented each other. People often painted him out to be cold and blunt, but you always saw past that. It was always you who thought that he was the sweetest person you’ve ever met–the one who took care of you when you were sick and who pulled you away from passing cars.
Just like one of those art projects, you began to liven up his apartment with your own things. Of course, you didn’t bring everything, but the simple pieces of your toothbrush next to his and your coat hung up on the rack, were enough to make the puzzle feel just complete.
Soon enough, the evening came which brought the dilemma of where you would sleep.
“The couch,” Hyunjae spoke up, walking out of the bathroom again, with damp hair. But at least he was fully clothed this time. Still, that vision was practically ingrained into your mind.
“You’re right.” You nodded in agreement. “I’ll–”
“Not you,” He huffed. “Me.”
“Oh,” You breathed out. Abruptly you stood up in defiance. “No!” You blurted out. “That’s rude.”
He looked at you entirely unimpressed. “I’m being a good host. A gentleman.”
“Exactly.” You scowled. “You’re going to make me feel like I’m intruding. And look who invited me in the first place?”
He sighed, glancing at the bedroom door. “There’s only one bed.”
“Then we’ll share,” You replied, completely sure of yourself. Hyunjae didn’t respond so you lifted your chin high and walked past him and into the bedroom as odd as it may sound. However, in the corner of your eye, you could see that his ears were slightly red.
You may have underestimated the sheer awkwardness. Just a bit. Maybe a lot.
The two of you stood on either side of the bed, facing each other, contemplating the fact that this would be the first time you would be sleeping together. Actually, it wasn’t really awkward per se. It was more… hilarious. You pursed your lips, trying to stifle your laughter, while Hyunjae’s cheeks were puffed out in embarrassment.
Again, as the bolder one, you climbed under the sheets first. Still, Hyunjae was just standing, hesitating. You squinted up at him through the darkness.
Even under the dim lighting, you could see that his cheeks were incredibly flushed.
“I think I’ll just go back to the–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because you were grabbing onto his hand and pulling him down into bed. He didn’t really protest though as you could sense him slowly melting into the warmth of it.
The lamp was off now and you were both succumbed to darkness. It was silent, only the sound of Hyunjae’s calm breathing. You weren’t exactly tired right now. You knew that it would take you a while to fall asleep. But that was fine! You would just wait until he fell asleep first.
Except, when you turned on your side to face him, you could see him staring back, big, round doe eyes on you. So, scratch that. And now you were cold which you weren’t used to. Your apartment was usually the perfect temperature, but this one left you shivering all over.
Unconsciously, you began to shift closer to his body. He’s always been the warm one. That used to be your strategy to not freeze to death when the two of you would walk down the winter festival together.
Suddenly though, you felt an arm across your waist and steady breathing on the side of your neck.
“Hm?” You hummed in confusion, wondering if the chest against your shoulder was just a hallucination.
But then he replied in a quiet, lower voice.
“Is this okay?” He whispered.
Oh, this was more than okay. You were familiar with his embrace. But to feel it just moments before you fell asleep brought a sudden bout of tranquility.
“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, curling up to his body in which he held you closer in response. It was warm, comforting, just perfect. It didn’t take you a while to fall asleep anymore.
When you awoke, you were slightly—no, very confused about why it was still dark out. You were pretty sure the room should be bright with natural light from the sun. Or maybe you’ve just gone crazy. But that was when you glanced at the time. It was still the middle of the night.
When you turned to your side, that was also when you realized that it was Hyunjae who had woken you up. Unknowingly at that. His arm was still around your waist but this time, his hold was almost painfully tight. If you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were screwed shut, his eyebrows twitching with small stuttering breaths escaping him.
But, you’ve always heard the saying that you weren’t supposed to wake someone up from a nightmare. So you hesitated, keeping your hands close to yourself, worriedly watching. At some point, he jolted awake by himself.
Now, his breathing was even faster and he had shot up, looking around frantically. Blinking your eyes sleepily, you turned on the nearby light and sat up with him.
“Hyunjae?” You whispered, looking him over in concern.
He turned to you in a growing distraught state and he widened his eyes. “Are you–”
“It’s just me,” You muttered. “Bad dream?”
Hyunjae froze for a moment but he slowly nodded. And usually, it was you who initiated the hugs. But this time, he was the one who lunged forward, holding you close to his chest. His hands grasped onto you tightly as he buried his nose into your neck.
With the way he was holding you so tightly, so… desperately, you wondered if this had happened before. But still, you allowed him to just hold you close, your own arms coming around to gently pat his back.
You didn’t know when, but he eventually pulled away. He refused to look you in the eye and so you brought a gentle hand to the side of his face, coaxing him to face you.
“How long has this been going on for?” You frowned.
He shut his eyes. “A while.”
Your heart clenched at his quiet response. For the past few days, you had thought he was feeling better, less exhausted. But behind the bedroom door, it must be different.
“Do you… want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know…” He trailed off.
“You don’t have to tell me–”
“...what they’re about.”
“Oh,” You breathed. “The nightmares?”
He nodded with tired eyes. “But while I was gone–away from you–people I’ve loved, everything I’ve cherished seemed to disappear before my eyes. It wasn’t just work it was… a lot.” His voice was quiet, hard to hear but it was loud enough that you could hear each and every heart-twisting emotion.
You stayed silent, your hand finding his to stroke the back of it soothingly.
“I felt hopeless.” He frowned. “I guess those nightmares felt like I was reliving that all over again.”
He didn’t say anything after that. You watched him cautiously, wondering what exactly to do. But then you felt his hand tighten on yours slightly and that was your cue to shift even closer.
He glanced at you with an ashamed expression that only made the pit in your stomach drop even more. Slowly, slow enough so that he could back away if he wanted to, you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close against you. Almost instantly, he was breathing out a low sigh of relief as he nuzzled even further into your embrace.
“You’re not alone anymore,” You whispered. “And… thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”
He didn’t say anything, but when he held you back, it was a perfect answer. The two of you stayed like that, in the dead of night, just holding each other until you began to feel drowsy from his warmth. It wasn’t the first time that you’ve done so. The only difference was that it was always you who needed that extra piece of comfort. It was never Hyunjae. Seeing him open up was different but something that you were most grateful for.
“I never replied to you the day we met in the hallway,” He spoke, interrupting your thoughts.
You pondered for a moment, recalling the memory. “When I said that I missed you?”
He nodded. “I didn’t reply because I was afraid you would still be mad at me for leaving you so abruptly.”
You smiled softly and shook your head, your hand coming up to the back of his head to stroke his hair soothingly. His eyes widened slightly in shock but he quickly melted into your touch. “I was angry at first.”
He laughed quietly, though his voice was watery with unfallen tears.
“But now I’m not,” You whispered. “I promise. I’m just happy to see you again.”
He pulled away to look up at you, searching your face to make sure that you were telling the truth. When you only gazed back with utmost sincerity, he let a small smile tug on his lips.
“I missed you,” He had finally replied, answering your statement from before. “More than you know. It was hard without you.”
Your gaze softened once you noticed the sparkle of a few tears in his eyes and when he blinked, your sleeve was immediately coming up to pat his cheek, drying the ones that had broken free.
“I missed you too,” You responded and gently, you were pulling him back into bed. And this time, without hesitation, he was hooking both of his arms around you, tightening you into his chest.
“...so much,” He muttered sleepily. “I missed you so much.”
“You have me now.”
“Always.” And you felt his hand grasp yours, guiding it to where his heart was, thumping in a soothing rhythm. “In here.”
You were the first one to wake up. It seemed that Hyunjae’s nightmare and tears had left him too exhausted to even notice you unwrapping yourself from his protective embrace. And so, you took it as your duty to cook something decent for him to wake up to.
Except maybe Hyunjae did notice because he opened the door shortly after. You probably should have placed a pillow in his arms before you left. He walked out and you had to stop yourself from cooing because that would be a little bit… weird. But you couldn’t help it because the sight of his hair tousled and messy, his eyes barely opened and puffy from the tears, and his lips pouted adorably, left you smiling with endearment.
“Morning sleepyhead.” You grinned, turning the stove on.
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he shuffled over to where you were standing behind the kitchen counter.
You tilted your head in amusement, wondering how he managed to navigate with his eyes barely open. “Are you feeling better?”
Again, still no response. You watched as he circled the counter, positioning himself behind you. And then you gasped quietly once you registered the strong arms that enveloped your waist, pulling you into a warm hug, your back now pressed up against his chest. You could even feel his nose nuzzling into the back of your neck, breathing deeply.
You simply just froze, unable to do anything. Once you realized he wasn’t going to move anytime soon, you turned the stove off and simply allowed him to hug you to his heart’s content. He let out a sleepy hum. Or was it a whine?
“You’re clingy in the morning,” You mused.
“Mhm.” Even his morning voice was cute.
And when you said sleepy, you meant it. Literally–you were pretty sure he fell asleep while back-hugging you in the middle of the kitchen. You practically had to hold on to the counter to brace his weight and when you stole a glance over your shoulder, you had to stifle a laugh. His cheek was smushed into your shoulder and his eyes shut in content.
“O–kay,” You heaved, forcing your body to turn around. And still, he would have almost collapsed into you if you hadn’t planted your hands on his shoulders to hold him up. His head lolled to the side as he peeked an eye open to look at you drowsily.
You chuckled and your hand came up to his hair to ruffle it. Immediately, he was leaning into your touch and when your hand traveled down to cup his cheek, he was nuzzling into it like a puppy.
“I missed you,” He slurred, his voice huskier than usual.
“Mm, you said that already,” You hummed teasingly, a smile threatening to spread across your lips. “Hyunjae.”
“Hm?” He smiled lazily.
“You’re acting drunk and it’s like–” You glanced at the clock. “Seven in the morning.”
“And what about it? I missed you,” He grumbled, an adorable frown on his lips.
“Ah,” You sighed, shaking your head. “Go splash water on your face, you dummy. Then you’ll wake up properly.”
He still didn’t budge. And so, using every single ounce of your strength, you had to carry him all the way to the bathroom as he was still clinging onto you like a koala.
After a few minutes, with the sound of the bathroom sink splashing in the background, you finally managed to start cooking something. But then the door clicked open and you looked up. Hyunjae, his eyes finally open, was blushing so hard that you couldn’t even conceal your laugh anymore.
“Missed me?” You remarked.
He winced in response, his cheeks continuing to flame red.
“I don’t know what got into me,” He muttered, refusing to look you in the eye.
You beckoned him over and he finally looked up at you shyly.
“It was cute,” You teased. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”
“And what else?” He quickly recovered.
Your breath hitched. Ah, you thought. There he was. The usual Hyunjae when he was fully awake. The one who loved to tease you until you were blushing and hiding your face.
“Don’t do this again,” You groaned.
“Do what?”
“That.”
“You’ll have to elaborate on that, sweetheart.”
You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, completely unfazed. But when your eyes traveled down, that was when you realized just how close he was. He continued to lean forward until he was caging you against the counter, both of his hands on either side of you. It wasn’t the flirting that got you, it was his body encompassing you so, so effortlessly, making you feel smaller than you really were.
He chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”
Oh, this is definitely how best friends act. You were one hundred percent sure about that.
He smirked, tilting his chin down, as his hand traveled from the edge of the counter down to your hip.
Fifty percent.
His eyes wandering elsewhere–somewhere along the lines of your lips.
One percent.
“The breakfast is going to burn,” You stuttered.
He simply licked his lips, his gaze fixated on yours.
“I can always try something else.”
You were screwed.
The first day of Hyunjae’s new job was the very last day of your brief vacation from work. With a sigh, you scrolled through the shows and movies, only for you to ultimately turn off the TV in boredom. You weren’t going to beat around the bush and refuse to admit that you felt lonely without him. Of course, you saw him in the morning, already dressed in a suit (that fit amazingly on him, dare you add), but it was only for a short moment.
He still had nightmares but they were becoming less and less frequent. Sometimes, when they happened, you would just pull him closer and he would immediately relax with a small sigh, almost like you had the superpower to eliminate his night terrors.
And sleeping together never was awkward again. In fact, you adequately enjoyed it–his arms around you and vice versa. Did best friends regularly cuddle at night and gaze at each other for so long that your heartbeat started to speed up? That… you weren’t quite sure about.
Yawning, you found yourself lying down, spreading across the couch. You didn’t even do much today yet your eyes still threatened to shut close.
At some point, you blinked your eyelids open once you heard the door unlocking. Sitting up, you smiled softly at the sight of Hyunjae opening the door. His tie was already loose and his hair was blown up from the wind. Squinting your eyes, you then noticed that he was practically stumbling into the entrance, almost like all of his coordination had dissipated.
His eyes were droopy and his lips pouted from what you would guess to be exhaustion. Everyone’s first day of work was like that. You watched as he set down his work bag and walked over to you, very… very slowly.
“How was work?” You questioned, looking up at him.
And just like last time, he didn’t respond. Silently, he leaned forward and literally–very literally–laid on top of you. His body weight pulled you back down to lie on the couch and his arms were snaking around you as his legs tangled with yours. Speechless, you felt as he nuzzled back into your neck, just like he’s begun to do so often now.
“You look gorgeous today,” He whispered, his voice very oddly slurred.
Your breath hitched. “Are you drunk?”
He looked up at that and you practically choked on air once you realized how close his face was to yours. And then he smiled languidly and shook his head.
“Are you sure?” You searched him for any sign–red cheeks, the scent of the alcoholic drink–yet you couldn’t find any.
“I’m just tired,” He mumbled, planting his face back into the crook of your neck.
“Okay,” You laughed. Gently, your hand came up to his broad back to rub it in circles, the material of the suit rough and honestly quite unsatisfying. But still, you persisted once you felt his tense muscles slowly soften. Slowly though, you came to a stop. “Hyunjae.”
“Hm?” He hummed.
“You need to take a shower,” You huffed. “C’mon.” With all of your power, you pushed him up and off you. Again, his head tilted to the side with a tired smile. You laughed and shoved him until he finally obliged and went off to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, you were left there, contemplating his strange behavior. He never acted this clingy before. Not even for the years that you’ve known him. It was only after that particular night that he started to… do this.
When he was done showering, he stepped out. You had hoped that he would be more awake now, but it seemed he was even drowsier than before–too tired to even dry his own hair. With a click of your tongue, you motioned him over to sit down. Like a puppy, his eyes brightened at the sight of you as he obediently followed.
“You’ll catch a cold,” You ridiculed with a worried frown.
After finding a towel, you stepped in between his legs. Carefully, you began to dry his damp hair, marveling at the way his hair curled up after a shower. You rubbed his scalp, making your way around and behind his ears. When you peeked at his expression, you stifled a laugh at the way he basically fell asleep under your touch.
Once you deemed his hair dry enough, you were about to walk away but instead, he abruptly stood up, swaying slightly. And then he fell forward, pulling you into a warm embrace.
You smiled fondly. “Tired?”
It seems that when Hyunjae was tired, he never answered any of your questions, funnily enough. A lot of his answers were just “I missed you” or a small hum. But this… this answer was different. It was spoken so quietly, so softly yet it perfectly resonated through your ears.
“I love you.”
Before you could even say anything or really do anything, he was reluctantly pulling away and heading to the bedroom. Your lips parted as your eyes fixated on absolutely nothing. Just– space. Your whole body had gone rigid as you simply stood there, processing his words. You couldn’t even blink.
Best friends… say that too, don’t they?
It started to become a pattern for the whole first week of his new job. When he was actually fully awake, he told you that the work was demanding yet he never looked so happy and content. Sometimes, you wondered what his past work was like, but you never prodded.
But, because the work was just so demanding, every single day, from Monday to Friday, he came home exhausted. And any person would expect him to just head straight for bed. But like you said, it was a pattern, a usual thing, that he would cling on to you. Apparently, something had shifted in him. Originally, when you saw him exhausted, he would become closed off. But after… that night, he acted almost intoxicated. Not on a drink. But simply off being tired.
You found it endearing actually. His voice was always quieter and he often stumbled over his words this way. His eyes were dazed and soft on yours and he also became ten times heavier as he liked to lay all of his weight on you when he pulled you into a hug. He constantly just seemed to be in a completely different mindset–one that was very… loving and… yeah– different.
He liked to say things too. Slurred and quiet, but he still very clearly said them. You could never figure out if he meant them or if he was just tired and rambling things for the fun of it.
He said “I misssed you” a lot. Occasionally, he would blurt out that you looked pretty or beautiful. Or, it would be a small “hi” accompanied by a shy smile. Sometimes, if he was too tired to say much, he would just giggle over nothing in particular. But… there was one specific phrase that he would say out of the blue.
“I love you.”
That one always left you perplexed. It could be a… platonic thing to say, right? Where did the word “love” come from? You didn’t think much of it, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of spark of light in the very depths of your heart.
It was weird, really. An out-of-this-world, alien-like thing for a best friend to say. The words I, love, and you arranged in that particular order were never syllables Hyunjae ever let fall from his lips. He never spent any particular ounce of breath to say them.
Yet now he did.
For some odd reason.
But again, he was just tired. Surely.
And just like before, the pattern started all over again. The week was coming to a close so maybe you wouldn’t hear those words again after this. But you didn’t really mind altogether. With a tired sigh, you walked out of the room, now changed out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.
Right on cue, the main door was unlocking, and once again, the pattern began to unweave itself. He would walk in, with the occasional misstep and stumble. And like usual, he looked tired. Though, you envied his ability to still look… attractive. And then he would look up, search for a particular someone, and do that stupidly lazy smile–the one where his eyes weren’t focused on anything but you.
“What are you doing here?” He giggled–he giggled now, apparently.
You eyed him, completely apathetic. “You let me stay here temporarily, remember?”
He blinked at you with an adorable pout. And then he nodded. “You’re right.” He smiled. “Aren’t you smart?” He pinched your cheek.
Scowling, you wrestled his hands off. And for the first time this week, you finally decided to question his bizarre behavior.
“Why are you acting like this?” You whined, holding him up by his arms so he wouldn’t fall over you like he had done the day before.
“Because I missed you,” He grumbled, his eyes struggling to stay open. “Now let me–”
“Agh,” You groaned. But still, your hands fell to your sides as you let him wrap his arms around your torso, bringing you close to his chest. Whatever made him happy, was your motive. And totally not, I secretly enjoy this.
It was quiet for a few moments, just the sound of his slow breathing against your earlobe. For a minute, you worried that he had fallen asleep already, but he spoke again.
“Have I mentioned how uncomfortable this suit is?” He mumbled. “It’s very hot and–”
You didn’t even say anything. With a sigh–one that wasn’t particularly annoyed, but more… doting–you stepped away. He stared at you in both drowsiness and slight confusion, but his eyes slowly widened once he realized that you were taking off the jacket for him. Gently, you pulled it off his shoulders and down his arms, your eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration.
He was quiet, simply watching as your fingers grasped his tie, unloosening it with a sharp pull, causing him to lurch forward, his lips startlingly close to yours.
“Interesting,” He teasingly remarked, but his voice was still slurred.
“Shut up,” You snapped yet there was no malice behind your tone.
Your hands then came up to his collar, unbuttoning the first few buttons to reveal slightly past his collarbones which… you’ve already accidentally witnessed before. With a friendly pat on his shoulder, you deemed him undressed enough. He slowly turned his gaze to you and your breath hitched at the sight– his work attire now loose with his hair slightly messy… ah. Not to mention, his tilted head and sleepy expression that only made things worse.
Clearing your throat, feeling your cheeks burn, you scrambled off somewhere to shove a change of clothes into his hands and left abruptly, your heart thumping. Soon enough–you didn’t know when because you were busy contemplating all of your feelings and the meaning of life–he walked into the bedroom. Undoing the made bed, you motioned him to climb in. Obediently, he followed and you pulled the blankets over him.
“Y/n,” He muttered, grasping your wrist before you could walk away.
“Hm?”
“...love you,” He whispered.
Again, he was just rambling. He was just saying things. He had stumbled over his words and his voice was quiet, so that meant that he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of it. It was all fake–
“I love you,” He repeated—clearer, louder this time without an inch of hesitation. And this time, he was looking straight up at you, his cheeks slightly pink, flushed.
Maybe it was more real than you had thought.
The first week was over, meaning Hyunjae was more situated at work and most importantly, less exhausted. On the first day of his new, non-intoxicated-on-fatigue persona, he had simply greeted you and strolled past. You wouldn’t admit it fully to him but that simple interaction that did better fit what you guys were–best friends–left you feeling empty inside.
But it was fine. It was just a one-week thing.
Until it wasn’t.
The next day, the pattern appeared again, but it wasn’t… like before.
He was fully awake this time yet he still–
“Hyunjae?” You stammered. The arms wrapped around your waist tightened further as he stood behind you, hooking his chin over your shoulder, and breathing out a low sigh. And now that he was newly… conscious, he did more. His hands began to wander over you in soothing shapes and he pressed his chest further against your back.
“Just stay here with me.”
You could see his soft smile in the corner of your eye. With a bothered huff, you glanced back at him, only for you to inhale sharply at how close he actually was and how… nice his cologne smelt. Oh, and his hands were still wandering.
“I thought you only acted like this when you’re tired?”
He shook his head, shifting even closer, his warmth encompassing you comfortingly.
“Do you want to know something about me?”
“I know a lot about you,” You joked.
But he was quiet, a serious silence befalling the two of you. You gulped and whispered a small “what is it?”
You could hear him huff out in amusement, his hands never failing to leave your waist. “While I was away–when I was at my lowest–I thought of someone all those years.”
And for some reason, you knew exactly what the answer was.
But still, your voice tremored. “Who?”
A squeeze on your waist.
“You.”
Shutting your eyes, you breathed out a shaky sigh and looked down to where he was still hugging you from behind. Your heart was thumping and you were sure he could hear you. And even if he could make out the pounding, he never budged once. Not once did he stop tightening his arms around you and not once did he cease to bury his nose somewhere into your skin, leaving shivers down your spine.
With your heartbeat practically reaching your ears, you nudged him and turned around so that now, you were facing him. Without his dazed, sleepy look, it was just his soft eyes and the slightest tug of his lips, an endeared smile. Without his exhaustion that often left him sluggish, it was just his firm, stronger arms that held you so easily.
“Hyunjae,” You whispered.
“Sweetheart,” He replied, his voice gentle and content. And before, you wouldn’t have paid a single ounce of attention to that nickname because it just seemed like how best friends would fool around. But now… things were different and you weren’t sure how exactly. And so the name sweetheart now left your cheeks flushing.
You swallowed thickly, your breath shortening. “Do you know how much you confuse me?”
His smile only grew. “Elaborate on that.” A pause. “Sweetheart.”
You sighed, biting your lip with mortification. “That. The nickname.”
“Sweetheart? You never said you didn’t like it, I can stop if you want—“
“Don’t!” You rushed to say. You blushed more once you realized he was teasing you again, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Not just the nickname. Everything.”
“Like what?” He stepped closer if that was even possible.
You gazed up at him and you were sure you looked frustrated right now, judging by his fond smile. He always said you looked cute when mad.
“You say that you miss me all the time.”
“Because I do.” He dipped his head lower to look at you with those foolish, puppy-like eyes. “I think of you whenever I’m at work.”
“But,” You exhaled shakily. “Do you realize that you say something else?”
You were sure he wasn’t aware. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind whenever he was exhausted. So maybe, he would just stare at you in utter confusion, deny it, and this whole… feeling fiasco would be done and dealt with. But then—
“That I love you?”
Your lips parted in surprise and you peered up at him, wondering if he was just taking a wild guess. But no, the soft, genuine look on his face said it all.
“You… knew?” You stuttered.
“Of course I did,” He chuckled softly. “And I meant every single one.”
Eyebrows furrowing, you stepped backward from shock. As you avoided his eyes, you missed the nervousness and the unsureness that flitted across his face. But, just that one step away left chills down your body–as if being away from Hyunjae and his embrace wasn’t even natural anymore.
And so you stepped forward again. Immediately, you could hear a low sigh of relief escape Hyunjae’s lips and feel his hands snake back around your waist protectively. You weren’t sure what expression was on his face though, as you were very adamant on staring directly at his tie–his chest. You knew that he could still see your reddening cheeks, but you still preferred not to look him in the eye.
“That,” He said quietly. “You’re also quite confusing too.”
“Wh-what?”
“Stepping away and stepping back,” He spoke softly. “Looking me in the eye but refusing to when I say that I love you.” One of his hands left your waist to gently guide your chin up. “So look at me now.”
“I…” You trailed off, feeling yourself go weak just from his soft, loving gaze.
“And one more thing.” He tilted his head teasingly.
A pause. A great moment of silence.
“You don’t say it but you show it.”
“Hyunjae,” You breathed out, your heart beating like a loud, intense drum.
“I wasn’t completely unaware.” He smirked. His hand had already left your chin and found its place back to your waist, yet you found yourself staring straight into his dark eyes, stuck in a trance. “I know that you dried my hair with a towel–that you even undressed me. I know that you took care of me.”
You did do that all on your own accord, simply because you thought that you were being a perfectly good friend. But now that you thought about it–you didn’t have to. You could have easily pushed him off, and told him to do everything on his own but you didn’t. And it was all because you–
“So tell me then,” He whispered, his voice quiet–only for you to hear, almost like he wanted you all to himself. “What are we?”
You held your breath, your cheeks growing hot. Your hands rested on his chest and you could feel his heart pound, exactly like yours. He felt the same, you realized. With a shaky sigh, you gazed up at him.
“What do you want us to be?”
He hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “What do I want?”
He slightly reworded your question and you wondered why. But you nodded, your eyes studying his features. His handsome features. They were sharp when you had met him in that hallway. But his keen eyes, the angle of his eyebrows, his perpetual frown–they were just soft, soft on you. No longer was there a frown, but just an affectionate smile.
“What do you want?” You repeated his question, your voice hushed to a whisper.
He leaned in, his gaze warm and gentle, his eyes wandering over each and every detail of your face.
“I want to love you.”
You had expected to inhale sharply, gasp maybe–but no. Because everything made sense to you now. His kind words, his soft and fleeting touches across your body, it all pointed to one thing. And so, instead, you smiled shyly.
“Then love me.”
And just like that, his grip on your hips tightened and he turned you around so that your back was facing the door. He was walking you backward until you felt the hard surface against your shoulder blades and he was leaning down, close enough that if he inched further, he would be kissing you. But he didn’t–not yet.
“May I?” He muttered, looking over you with slight concern.
You nodded, embarrassingly with a bit too eagerness. He laughed softly and then he was fitting his lips against yours as your eyes fluttered closed. The press of it was gentle and tender as he tilted your chin up and angled himself so that it was more comfortable. The kiss was unlike any that you’ve experienced before. It was like the tension that had built up before had completely broken down, as you allowed yourself to just fall.
Fall, physically, almost because you felt your knees go weak, with only the door behind you to hold you up. But his hand traveled back down to your waist, hooking you in against his body, keeping you steady as he muffled a groan against your lips. You couldn’t hear anything but his breathing and the thumping of your own heart.
All you could think of was him–how he could so easily change from rough to soft, how he could push forward so quickly but pull away so easily to allow you a gasp of breath, and how he could make your heart pound yet lull it into a steady rhythm of love. He kissed like he could devour you, but if you decided to peek an eye open, you would see his adorably furrowed eyebrows and his flushed cheeks, showing that he wasn’t anything like that.
He was just a man who needed a bit of a sweetener in his life.
With a quiet noise, he pulled away. Immediately, his eyes searched over your features, making sure that you were okay and that he didn’t do too much. But, when you gave him a smile, your eyes flitting nervously, he grinned and leaned in to grant you another soft kiss.
“How long?” You laughed shyly.
“I came to the realization when you tried to cheer me up whenever I was tired. But I think I’ve already felt this way for a while.” He replied. He pinched your cheek again. “All those dates and extra care that you gave me…very cute thing to do.”
Your eyes went wide. “You… noticed?”
“I notice a lot of things, sweetheart,” He teased. “Like how you’re grabbing onto my suit to pull me into a kiss right now.”
“O-oh,” You stammered, letting go of his crumpled collar. “I didn’t realize I–”
He shook his head and before you could finish your sentence, he was cupping your cheek–something that he’s never done before–and guiding you back to his lips. And this time, his tongue swiped against your lip, making you gasp quietly.
“You taste like candy.” His gaze fixated on your lips.
“I didn’t know you could…” You had to stop for a second to catch your breath. And it wasn’t just because of his exceptional kissing, but it was the beat of your heart, of all of your love. “...you could kiss like that.”
“What can I say?” He tilted his head with a teasing look. “I guess I have a sweet tooth.”
“Trust me on this,” Younghoon whined. “I followed the instructions to the very dot. They’ll taste good. Promise.”
You eyed him skeptically but still, you picked up one of the cookies that he had baked. They looked a little… off, but it should be fine. Taking a bite, you took note of the odd texture, and then the taste started to register on your tongue.
You coughed. You choked. And then you threw the cookie back on the plate.
“Bitter,” You gagged. “It’s so bitter.”
“What?” He cried. “Are you kidding me–”
Your eyes lit up once you remembered your boyfriend who was sitting next to you on the couch. He was busy on his computer, doing some sort of work report but you ignored that, turning to him and grasping his collar tightly. You pulled him in, pressing your lips to his, causing him to let out a small “mmph” in surprise.
But almost instantly, he turned into jelly from your touch, a smile growing on his lips as his eyes fluttered close. He had tried to deepen it desperately but you pulled away shortly after, leaving him to chase after your lips adorably.
Younghoon gawked. “I’m right here.”
“So?” You shrugged, smiling innocently. “At least he tastes sweet.”
“Oh my god,” Younghoon mumbled, getting up to throw the cookies into the garbage can.
Meanwhile, Hyunjae was staring at you in a daze, his cheeks flushed. But, he quickly recovered and he was quick to pounce on you, pressing kisses all over you once Younghoon had left.
“A warning next time would be great.”
He was now hovering over you on the couch, caging you under his arms and his computer long forgotten. The position left you flushing but it was also the perfect one to knee him in the stomach.
He winced in pain. "What was that for?"
"A warning, you said," You mocked. "When literally yesterday you kissed me up against a wall in your own workplace."
"That's an exception." He smirked. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"I..." You blushed, remembering the way he had kissed you so fervently, dressed in that suit and tie, the thrill of getting caught still running through your veins. "It was alright."
"Sure, sweetheart," He whispered in a teasing tone. He looked annoying handsome like this, with that amused smile that contrasted his soft, loving gaze. "Then I'll make sure you like this one."
Oh, how you despised him.
And then his lips were on yours again, swallowing up any shy noises that threatened to escape you. But just before he did, he had whispered three quiet words against your lips.
"I love you."
And how you loved him too.
#deoboyznet#yumi 💞 hyunjae#the boyz imagines#the boyz fluff#tbz fluff#tbz imagines#the boyz reactions#the boyz x reader#tbz x reader#the boyz scenarios#hyunjae fluff#hyunjae x reader#requests 💞#fics 💞
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HEY!! I love ur blog! I wanted to ask if u maybe wanna wrote a lil Stevie image? Like Eddie and fem!reader are besties but he CONSTANTLY chooses ppl over her (goes out w Chrissy etc just SUPER angsty) and reader likes eddie. She lost her confidence due to being 2nd choice (maybe also always being parents second choice) and then Steve and u start to hand out. He brings back ur confidence is super gentle and sweet, u go on trips with him and the teens and stuff and in the end it’s Steve x reader and bittersweet ig for reader and Eddie <33
pairing: eddie munson x reader
a/n: sure ! istg bro I HOPE THIS IS GOOD I SWEAR IM TRYING 😭
warnings: reader is a second choice, eddie is kind of an asshole in this, stevie is better than eddie deal with it 😇😇, swearing
you and eddie have been best friends for the longest time, you’d always hang out together, and do everything together. nobody would ever say your name without eddie being after it
you two were just—soulmates! he just got you, and that’s what made you guys so close
he would cheer you up when you’re sad, buy you your favorite things, share secrets with you, choose you over everyone, he made you feel special
that was before.
now…now you had to deal with this new eddie. this eddie never made you feel that way. he suddenly changed, he stopped hanging around as much, didn’t think of you as much, didn’t even care about you, all he cared about was basically anything but you.
he cared about chrissy, his friends, dnd, absolutely anything that doesn’t involve you. he stopped telling you things, conversations are dry, he acts like he doesn’t even wanna be with you
but…what happened? weren’t you two best friends?
you’d tell him to hang out with you, he’d say he’s busy, you’d invite him over, he’s with chrissy, come talk to you at lunch, he’s with his friends, even just talk to you, he’d avoid it with some fake excuse
your friendship was thrown away like it was nothing
the only time he’d talk to you, is when he had nothing else to do, when chrissy was busy.
chrissy. oh chrissy.
chrissy was nice, but because of her, eddie doesn’t care anymore.
you had a secret, you had liked eddie during your friendship. how couldn’t you? he was such a sweetheart but now…
now you were the second choice. as always. you were the second choice at home, and eddie was your comfort, the one that made you feel like you weren’t the second choice
look where that all went now.
you were once a happy, confident, positive girl. now, now you feel like crap all the time, and nobody cared
eddie didn’t care.
look at you now, sitting alone at the coffee shop, tears in your eyes as you read your book
“mind if i sit here?” someone asked
you looked up to see it was none other than steve harrington, the infamous ladies man
“holy shit—“ he said, “y/n?” he smiled
“that’s me” you fake laughed, blinking your tears away
“i cant believe it—i haven’t seen you in so long. i remember you and eddie used to come to family video all the time” he said as he sat down
“yeah” you mumbled, a sad look in your eyes as you remembered that memory, things were better back then
“i haven’t seen you in a while, i have seen eddie though, he’s always with that girl chrissy” steve said
“trust me, i know” you responded, not realizing how snarky that sounded
“whatever happened to you two…” he trailed off, noticing your upset look
you hummed in response
“in my opinion, chrissy’s kind of annoying—don’t get me wrong shes nice but—you won’t catch me hanging out with her, so boring anyway” he said
you turned to him, a smile creeping its way upon your lips, “really?”
“yeah—disappoints me every-time she comes in, all happy and super boring. when you used to come in, you’d actually have a personality” he said, making you spit your water, he burst out in laughter at your red face after it came out of your nose too
“shut up” you said as you grabbed a couple of tissues
“what—that was funny” he said, and you smiled in response, “i was being serious though, you’re like way better”
“that’s really sweet of you to say, steve” you blushed
and that’s where it all started, he started coming over, you started visiting him at the store, he’d invite you to movie nights and hangouts with his group, you’d babysit with him, you’d spend nights laughing at the dumbest things
whenever you weren’t really feeling the day, and were in need of some comfort, steve would drop everything and come take care of you
he treated you the way you deserved
steve would never ever leave your side, he was always there for you. he would stop whatever he’s doing just to come be with you
he truly loved you
he made you feel way better than eddie did. and trust me, he made it very clear to eddie that he is never to see you again after the way he treated you
eddie would secretly call you or try to get you to talk to him, and try to manipulate you into thinking he’s better than steve.
whats funny is that eddie suddenly started caring, the second you let go of him and stopped believing his lies, he was now concerned
“oh come on—him? i’m your best friend, i treat you better than everyone else. you should leave him, and hang out with me” he’d say
you always refused, and sometimes steve would also tell him to back off
when eddie and chrissy would come in, theyd see you and steve together, laughing, or kissing, or just anything that made you feel happy. and he’d have to watch you be happy without him
so what? he deserved it anyway.
even the kids like you! robin also liked you, which was rare, mike too! mike hated everyone and everything, but you’re his favorite! robin tells you about her crush, and you’d accept her and support her, they all loved you alot
and they’d never treat you the way eddie did.
#stranger things 4#stranger things x reader#eddie munson#steve harrington x you#steve harrington headcannons#steve harrington fanfic#steve#steve stranger things#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x original character#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader fluff#steve harrington x reader angst#steve harrington x plus sized reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x gender neutral reader
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BEING HOT IS A MINDSET
Hello dumplings, today I have a little different topic I wanna share w you guys, it’s not about manifesting but rather about how you can be hot with a good mindset or mentality
This idea just popped up to me right now as I’m sitting well, I’m at school rn writing this and today I feel kinda hot because I dressed in a very aesthetic way, that’s besides the point so anyway there’s this girls well technically they are beautiful but they don’t treat themselves like that, they are insecure and don’t know their worth they let any dusty a** guys run them over it really pisses me off and the bad thing about that is they treat me like they’re competition, I healed and I know myself so it’s kinda really hard to make me feel insecure and hate myself now maybe back then but not now….
So anyways dumplings let’s get to our today’s topic, so what is a mindset ?
As the def. Says it’s a mental attitude towards something and how to respond to it , well dumpling u can trust me because I was once a girl who didn’t have a good mindset about myself not only in beauty but my whole lifestyle was miserable but once I switched the mindset everything was smooth *like butter *heehe
How do you change ur mindset??? Don’t worry dumpling I summarized everything thing for you cos I don’t want u to suffer like I did
Realize that you are the main character of your life babes
Here sweet dumplings you need to create a mental movie, imagine ur in a movie and you are the main character, everyone else is just a side character , let’s say ur at school, all the kids at school want to be close to the main character always, and everyone is in love w the main character . Don’t worry dumpling at first it’s hard but keep on reminding yourself in ur mind as the wizard Liz said “ REALIZE YOU ARE THE MAIN CHARACTER BECAUSE IN MY HEAD IS LITERALLY ALL ABOUT ME” if u start acting like it u become it , there’s no other way
practice self love
The self love I’m talking about here is not the , go on a date with yourself, buy yourself gifts and so on I’m talking about loving yourself truly like the real you , love all ur flaws all ur scars and ur stretch marks ur skin , ur hair all of you babes LOVE YOU
Heal your traumas
I can’t speak a lot about this because I’m still healing myself too but healing and letting go of things that don’t t serve you in your life is a game changer trust me baby , use your trauma to motivate you to work on yourself and don’t make excuses because at end of the day you will end up hurting yourself and blame it on others,so heal babes
Be your own competition
Don’t be like those girls that compete with people they know nothing about , compete with you only , compete to be better than u were yesterday
Stop seeking validation from others
Dumpling u need to understand one thing , ur the validation itself, u validate ur self , I have seen a lot of hot girls that claim to love themselves but for them to just seek validation and attention from others especially male validation, listen guys don’t even care all they care about is the cookie babe especially those dusty guys that claim to be the cool guy, UR ARE BEAUTIFUL
Become obsessed with yourself and see everyone else do the maximum of that
Love u guys from the heart of my bottom n I’ll see u soon
Hyuna loves dumplings 🥟
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Quinn dating Luke’s friend and Luke finds out and he’s mad because they didn’t tell him they were seeing each other and Quinn and his gf/s.o get into a fight because they’re so exhausted from trying to work it out w Luke
idk if u wanted a blurb or not but here we are
“Are you fucking kidding me Quinn?” Luke yelled.
“Luke-” Quinn tried but your best friend was already yelling before he could get another word out. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to stay in Quinn’s bed last night but you were talking and it was late… it definitely wasn’t a good idea. Luke’s shrieking was what woke you up and that hadn’t stopped in the past 5 minutes.
“She’s my best friend! Y/n! He’s my brother!” Luke wasn’t sure who he was more mad at, you had both lied to him.
“Luke I swear we were going to tell you” You say, peeking around Quinn for the first time since he’d positioned himself between you and his youngest brother.
“I don’t want to hear it” Luke slammed Quinn’s bedroom door before stomping down the stairs, right into the kitchen where the rest of the guys have gathered.
“What’s going on?” Cole asks when he sees an angry Luke stalking into the kitchen.
“Quinn and Y/n” Luke said as he paced through the kitchen.
“No shit!” Trevor exclaimed in disbelief.
“Y/n? Our Y/n?” Eddy asks and Luke nods. Then, all hell breaks loose. Eddy, Dylan, and Mackie are just as mad as Luke while Trevor, Cole, and Alex defend Quinn.
“Don’t blame Quinn, he’s liked her ever since he met her”
“That’s gross she’s like our sister”
“She’s just as much to blame”
“Luke would never be mad at her”
“Guys!” Jack yells over everyone, catching the attention of the group. “There’s no point in us arguing over it”
“He’s right, Luke should talk to Quinn” The boys scramble, pushing Luke out onto the deck and then a minute later, Quinn joins him, awkwardly walking over to the couches.
“Dude…”
“I can’t believe you would do this” Luke shakes his head, not even wanting to listen to the dumb excuse Quinn has ready to go.
“Luke I swear, it’s not like we were planning to get together and when we did, we didn’t want to keep it from you” You were going to tell him, really, it just never seemed like the right time.
“That’s what everyone says after they get caught” Luke rolls his eyes.
“If you’re not willing to listen, I’m not going to keep apologizing” Quinn was annoyed. He really didn’t want to hurt his younger brother but he’s said his piece and still isn’t being heard. There was no point in grovelling if Luke wasn’t going to try and forgive him.
“Funny, I haven’t heard you apologize at all” Luke scoffed.
“You know what? Fuck off bro” Quinn rolls his eyes, pushing up from the couch and stalking off into the house, slamming the door behind him. The rest of the guys are trying their hardest to look casual, as if they weren’t just eavesdropping on the conversation.
Quinn bypasses them all, heading straight for the stairs, hoping you’d have something uplifting to tell him, you always did after all.
“How did it go?” You ask as soon as he’s back in the room. You had been hiding upstairs all morning, Eddy came to check on you but other than that you haven’t talked to anyone.
Quinn sighs, flopping down on the bed and your heart drops, knowing it didn’t go well. He recounts the conversation to you and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re annoyed with how hostile he was or if you just feel bad for lying to Luke but you’re immediately angry.
“You actually said that to him?”
Quinn raised his head from the mattress to look at you. “Wha-? Yeah he was being a dick”
“Quinn! We’ve been lying to him, he’s allowed to act like that” You argue and Quinn’s eyes widen.
“What?”
“I can’t believe you were that mean” You mumble, moving off his bed, collecting your stuff throughout his room.
“Babe come on where are you going?” Quinn asks, sitting up and reaching for your hand but you pull away faster.
“Back to my room. I just need space” You say before slipping out of the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Quinn groaned in frustration but you didn’t pay it any mind, too busy stomping to the room you had hoped you wouldn’t have to even use this week.
Downstairs, the boys had been talking with Luke, trying to restore some sort of peace in the house and they had finally gotten through to him, sending him up to talk to you.
“Can I come in?” Luke poked his head in your room, causing you to quickly sit up and nod, moving over to give him room on the bed.
“Luke I am so sorry” You blurted as soon as Luke looked at you.
“How did you even end up dating? He’s in Vancouver like all year”
“It was when he came back for that game in February? I don’t know, we were talking at the game, about you mostly, but then we just never stopped. He went back and we kept in touch, texting and everything. Nothing actually happened until he came home and we only just made it official before we came up here. I promise it’s not like we’ve been hiding this for forever, it’s still so new”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was low and steady but you knew Luke better than you knew yourself, he was hurt.
“We should have okay? I know that and I swear if you’re mad at anyone, it should be me. Quinn wanted to tell you but I wouldn’t let him”
“I’m not mad at you” Luke sighed, “Or Quinn”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m going to talk to him now, hope he’s not mad at me” He laughs and you let out a breath.
“Me too”
“What do you mean?”
“I kinda flipped on him because he was mean to you so he’s probably pissed at me” Luke deadpans, shaking his head at you.
“God, do I have to fix everything today?” He gets up and storms out of the room, leaving you sitting there with a dropped jaw, still trying to process what just happened.
“Bro are you stupid?” Luke yells, flinging his oldest brother’s door open.
“Excuse me?” Quinn stands up and crosses his arms over his chest.
“You finally get with a girl who’s worth your time and you fuck it up?” Luke asks and Quinn’s surprised because since when was Luke a relationship expert?
“I didn’t fuck anything up!” He yells, “She’s the one who got mad and walked out!”
“In my defense, you were being a bitch to my best friend” Quinn looked around Luke’s body to see you standing in the doorway.
“I’ll just leave you to it” Luke grinned, sneaking past you in the doorway before running downstairs.
“I was defending our relationship” Quinn says quietly.
“I was defending Luke” You reply and he laughs. “Quinn… you know how I am, how Luke and I am. I’m sorry but defending him is just instinct”
“I know” He nods, “I’m not mad, I get it” He wasn’t even lying, he had been around you and Luke for long enough to know that you’d do anything for each other.
“I was annoyed with Luke and I took it out on you. Even if you did kinda deserve it… I should’ve explained instead of walking away” You weren’t sure what else to say.
“Babe, it’s fine, c’mon don’t worry about it” Quinn pulls you into a hug and immediately, everything feels normal again.
“We’re going out on the boat are you two done- oh gross! No PDA!” You turn to see Luke making a scene in the hall which makes you and Quinn both laugh.
“Get used to it”
#this is SO long it was supposed to be short🤭#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes blurb#vancouver canucks#hockey writing#hockey fic#nhl players#nhl fanfiction
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AHHH That was so gooood, I know the final version is going to be incredible!! I hate to keep asking for more because I don't want to bother you BUT if you want to keep posting them I would more than appreciate it. :> If not, we can always wait until the actual next chapter comes out. Whatever your comfy with!
I'll keep feeding you, I've had this doc for so long and hopefully this will motivate me *v* here's part 3
After every guest leaves the boys and MC are sitting on the stairs exhausted.
“So that went well?” Matthew
“As well as it could have.” James sighs.
“How was the drilling of questions all night?” Erik
“Not as bad, but draining. How was the rest of your night after you were dismissed?” James
“It was better after my father left.” MC
“F u c k your dad.” Sam
“What happened?” Matthew
“Her awful father put his hands on her and left a nasty bruise!” Erik huffs out in irritation.
“He what?!” Matthew and Damien
“It’s over, I’m fine, Sam saved me.” MC
“Let us see.” James gently asks
She avoids their eyes but takes the glove off. It’s nasty. It’s a gross yellow with purple poking through. It looks disgusting.
“Oh MC…” Damien gently grabs her arm to look at the damage.
“It’s over. He left and Sam definitely broke his hand.” She huffs out a laugh.
“Sam!” James
“I didn’t break it! …I just fractured it. Aggressively.” Sam avoiding eye contact with James but smiling at MC
MC starts laughing and soon the whole gang is giggling.
“We should probably clean up…”
Before they can even start to clean the devils burst into the home with a gunshot.
MC ducks before she realizes it was a blank, but the boys are in front of her.
Seeing the devils, she realizes they are not the same thing as just demons.
“Honey I’m home~”Malix twirling his gun
“Get out. This place is protected by holy magic. Your stuff won’t work here.” Damien
“I don’t need that to kill you.” Malix states.
“We’re really not in the fucking mood Malix. Get the fuck out.” Sam
“Oh? Sorry did I barge in on you lot whoring yourselves out like the incubus you are?” Malix
“Excuse me?” MC
She tries to push past Sam but he won’t budge. He pushes her back. “Stay behind me.” He hisses out to her.
“Oh? Is that her? That warlocks kin? C’mon share her, it’s not nice to keep playthings to yourselves!” Malix
She freezes and grips onto the back of Sam’s jacket. His fists curl.
“She’s protected too you animal.” James
Malix raises a brow, “That’s intriguing…” He looks past Sam and his eyes pierce into hers. A nasty smirk plays on his face.
“We’ll leave… but watch it outside of this protective barrier. You’re in our territory incubi.” Malix shrugs and acts to leave.
He turns sharply and points his gun toward MC, Sam shifts to block her but she can still see the red devil staring her down… like prey.
“You too sweetheart. We’re coming for you.”
Sam turns to face MC after Malix leaves and sees the real fear in her eyes. His anger dissipates enough to hold her. He wraps one arm around her to give her some comfort.
“What are they?” MC
“Devils… they come from Hell.” Erik spits out.
“Then where do you come from?” MC
“The Abyssal Plains…Demons come from a different realm. We all have magic of our own and free wills. Devils on the other hand, their magic is tied to hell. It’s not theirs. They only live to cause chaos, murder, and mayhem in the human world.” James
Her brain goes a million miles a minute.
Damien reaches out to grab her hand, “We won’t let him harm you. It’ll be okay.”
Sam squeezes her in reassurance, “We’ll kill ‘em.”
They do not clean that night, they all decide it’s a morning issue.
The next day MC stays home. In her bed for most of the morning/early afternoon. She watches videos on her phone and none of the boys seem to come and see her. They must be busy.
She finally crawls out around the afternoon and slugs her way into the kitchen after taking a shower and making herself slightly presentable.
She hears the boys outside through the sliding window into the backyard.
Peeking out she sees them all training, mostly using Sam as their trainer.
They all look exhausted.
“How long have you guys been out here?” She calls out.
They all stumble before turning to see her.
“What time is it?” Matthew
She checks her phone, “Like two?”
“We need a break… and food.” James says.
“We don’t have time for a break.” Sam barks back to him.
“You want one too Sam. We need food anyway.” Damien side eyes his brother. Sam rolls his eyes.
“You guys just chill out. I’ll make lunch.” MC turns back into the kitchen on her phone scrolling and ignoring the faint protest.
She makes them a simple lunch. Nothing crazy, just sandwiches with fruits and veggies. She makes herself a homemade parfait though.
Once the guys are inside she puts their lunches on the dining table, all of them looking thoroughly beaten.
They eat, thank her, and go back to training.
She sees them all again at dinner, but this time she put her foot down and decided they were getting take out. No one was cooking after the day they’ve had.
They veg out in the living room waiting for dinner. MC sits on the couch and Matthew and Damien are leaning on her left and right side. Sam is sitting in between her legs on the floor and she’s idly coming his hair and half paying attention to the movie. James went off to the study and told them to call him when the food arrived. Erik went to take a nap.
The four of them all almost pass out on the couch together. It’s impressive actually.
The next day MC has classes… she is afraid to leave the home. So, the guys rotate a schedule with her. Whoever is free takes her to work or school. Between the 5 of them there should be someone with her at all times.
One day while Sam is dropping her off on campus
The bags under her eyes are dark. Darker than she normally gets during finals week. She has the mirror pulled down in the car and stares at her dark circles.
Sam looks at her out of the corner of his eye. “How much sleep have you been getting?” the question sounds harsher than he means it too.
She sighs and slaps the mirror back up, “Between studying for finals, working, and stressing out about my life possibly ending because of some devils… about 3ish hours.”
“Do you work tonight?” he asks
She tilts her head in confusion. “No. I have the day off. My last class gets out at 1 today then I’m done.”
“Good.” He grunts out. “I’ll pick you up and then you’re going the fuck to sleep.” He stops in front of her classes building.
“What? Sam, I have chores and studying and a million other tasks. Plus… I just c a n ‘ t sleep. It’s like my brain won’t shut off.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He places his hand on top of her head and ruffles her hair a bit.
“Sam! I just did that.” She pulls the mirror down and pouts as she fixes her hair.
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Like I said I’ll get you later and you’re taking a nap today.”
She gives him a look of disbelief before getting out to go to class.
“Bye Sam.”
• He wasn’t joking when he told her she’s sleeping. Once home Same throws her in her bedroom, demand she put on something comfy, and let’s her change alone.
She opens the door once she’s in her hoodie and shorts.
“Sam I’m not sleepy so I don’t see how I’m going to nap. I should probably just study.”
Sam pushes her back into her room, “Nuh uh, no way. Get in that bed.”
She rolls her eyes but jumps onto her bed anyway, sitting cross legged on her blanket.
“Scoot over!” Sam slips his shoes off and sits next to her.
“Get under the covers doofus.” He chuckles at her.
“Is the plan just you taking a nap with me?” She jokes and shuffles herself comfortably under the blankets.
He rolls his eyes, “No. Lay down and just close your eyes okay?”
She side eyes him for a second before fluttering her eyes shut.
Sam starts running his hands through her hair gently and lightly massaging her scalp.
She lets out a soft gasp and groans in comfort.
She nuzzles herself more into her pillow.
• Before she realized it, she was asleep. She only realized she’s been out when she wakes up and realizes she wrapped around something… or someone.
Sam was out, snoring lightly laying on top of her comforter, one arm comfortably laying behind her.
She was tangled around him, hugging him close like a stuffed animal.
Her face flushed and she tried to untangle herself from him in embarrassment.
She gently moved her arms off of him and tried to flip herself over, but Sam followed.
He groaned and moved his body to face her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him.
If she wasn’t red she was now.
She could see her phone next to her pillow and she relaxed into his grip and settled against his chest feeling his deep breathing.
She was scrolling her phone for around twenty minutes before she felt him wake up.
“What time is it?” he groaned out still holding her body.
She giggles to herself knowing Sam isn’t fully awake, “It’s 7 at night.”
“Five more minutes…” He mumbles into her neck.
She shivers and that action has him sitting up STRAIGHT
“Oh, my fucking god. I’m so sorry.” Sam
She stretches and sits up, “Sam it’s fine you just feel asleep. We’ve been exhausted for over a week…”
Sam looks her over and reads her sincere face. He sighs before he flops back down. He rubs his face in irritation before looking at MC
“I’m more than exhausted…” he mutters to himself
“What?” MC
“It’s nothing.” He goes to stand up, but she grabs his wrist.
“Sam…I-” she clams up blushing a bit and avoiding his eyes when she finally asks, “Do you need energy?”
She feels him go rigid. “I’m fine.” He tells her in a hard tone. He doesn’t pull himself away from her touch.
She finally pulls her gaze back to him and she can see how heavy the bags under his eyes are. He’s been training his brothers and trying to keep her safe for over two weeks now. He’s more than at the end of his supply.
“Sam…you look like a dead man walking. Take my energy, I’m telling you it’s okay.” She can see him losing the battle internally. He scoffs and avoids her burning gaze.
“Please. I promise it’s okay.”
She sees his tense shoulders relax and he looks at her, eyes no longer green but rimmed in gold. She smiles at him, a win.
“Don’t look so smug, you’re gonna be tired after this.” He tells her as he moves his hand from her grip to holding it and laying her down.
“Only if you do it right.” She bites back.
“Oh, now you’re pushing your luck.” Before she can reply he’s kissing her.
His hands don’t roam her body, but he keeps consistent pressure holding her waist down into the mattress. Her arms wrap around his neck and pulls him closer to her. Their mouths slot together easily and this is by far the best kiss she’s ever had.
Unlike before when Sam kissed her, she’s acutely aware of the enthrallment. Which she’s realizing is making her crave him. She wants him all over her. She wants him to kiss her neck, caress her, mark her body up.
She’s swimming in thoughts of Sam. Too much, she can’t decipher if they’re real feelings or just the enthrallment. Maybe she should have asked for instructions before she just dived into this.
Sam shifts himself and kisses her jawline down to her neck.
She lets out a moan she didn’t expect. She does not want him to stop.
He chuckles into her neck and kisses her softly one more time before sitting back.
“I’m good now. Thank you.” He’s smirking at her and she doesn’t know what her face looks like but she feels blissed out.
She’s heaving, taking deep breathes, before she responds. “Uh yeah. Anytime.” She pushes herself to sit up facing him.
Sam snorts and brushes her hair back, looking at her softly, “Don’t offer up something like that. I might make good on it.”
He rustles her hair and leaves her room.
She falls back on her bed, red in the face, heart beating astronomically fast.
• The next morning, she has Damien going with her to her class. She spends a lot of the car ride trying to focus on the music and not her very confusing feelings for Sam… or how she really enjoyed him kissing her. Nope not totally thinking about that while Damien’s sitting next to her. Or how confused she is about enthrallment.
Damien sighs and looks at her cocking his brow.
“You know I’ve heard literally everything in your head and it’s the most over stimulating thing right now. It’s thought whiplash.” Damien
She sighs and grips the steering wheel, she can’t hide from Damien.
“How does enthrallment work?” she finally asks, her face red as a tomato.
“Well, it obviously gives us your energy as incubi, but it doesn’t magically give you deep feelings for someone. It just enhances the pleasure of your experience as a human.” He tells her smirking.
“So, my very confusing feelings aren’t from the enthrallment?”
“Nope. That’s just you making yourself confused.” He has a very amused look on his face.
“You’re not being helpful here Damien…” she pouts.
He just laughs.
When she gets home that night with Erik she goes straight to her room. She’s not super hungry and her stomach flipping around is absolutely her nerves.
She’s in her room, staring at the ceiling, when someone knocks on her door.
“Come in!” she doesn’t move from her spot.
“Have you been like that since you got home?” Sam
She sighs and sits up, “Yeah just doing some mental gymnastics.”
He laughs, “Don’t work too hard there you’ll blow a fuse.”
She rolls her eyes and throws her pillow at him, that he easily catches.
“What do you need Sam?” She asks smiling.
He tosses the pillow back to her.
Now he looks flustered, with a tinge of pink that lasts for a second before his eyes lock with hers.
“I want you to know my real name, in case anything does happen with those Devils…”
His voice is serious.
“Real name?” she tilts her head.
“Demons usually don’t give out their real names to humans, or each other really. Names for us have power. So, if you say my name, I’ll find you. I can literally appear if you need me.”
“Oh…” she looks down at the pillow in her hands and fidgets with the edges of it. Her face is warm.
She doesn’t notice Sam coming closer to her as he leans in to whisper in her ear, “My name is Aomaris.”
A shiver runs down her back as he steps back.
“Aomaris.” She tries it out, making sure she says it right.
Sam’s face flushes red. “Uh, yeah.” He chokes out and looks away from her. He takes a deep breath before he continues.
“Use it if you need me, okay?”
• She keeps his name locked in her mind. Running it around and around and around. She almost whispers it to herself once more before realizing how mortally embarrassed shed be if he just showed in her room not even ten minutes after he told her.
• She didn’t realize how soon she would need to use his name.
• It’s her graduation day from the school of business at her university, but she’s already applied to continue her education at the graduate level. She can have a masters degree in a different field. But for now, it’s her undergrad graduation and by god she is going and then partying with her friends.
• All of the boys show up for her, and her father is no where in sight. She kind of feels relieved from that.
• After graduation she takes photos with her friends and the boys join. It is a celebration.
“I’m going out with everyone, I’ll see you guys later tonight!”
“Be safe!” Erik calls after her, knowing she’s with people is reassuring, but not completely settling. They are all humans MC goes with her friends to a couple of bars and having a blast. So much so she doesn’t realize she’s put herself in danger.
Its late, around midnight, and she steps outside to get some fresh air. She unlocks her car to grab her jacket to keep her safe from the biting cold inside the bar. When it happens.
She wasn’t paying attention and was alone.
She gets shoved into her own back seat and before she can fight or scream she gets blindfolded and gagged. She clenches her face as it all happens, she’s seen enough true crime to know that she can move her face to mess with the blindfold and gag to loosen them without her captors knowing.
They snatch her keys from her hand and whip her car away from the bar. Hopefully her friends can call for help. They know she’d never leave without saying something. Her phone was still on too, in her pocket. As long as they don’t turn it off yet, they can track her location.
She overhears them talking and she realizes it’s the devils… and her heart plummets.
She can see the road in the slim part of the blindfold she gave herself to look through. They’re downtown still. But just barely…
Once they throw her car in park she’s hauled out of the vehicle. She’s thrashing against whoever is grabbing her but their grip just tightens. They throw her down onto the hard concrete and rips her blindfold off.
She blinks trying to adjust to the low lighting. Malix stands in front of her, smiling at her like she’s a meal.
She tries to meet his gaze with a glare, but her body shaking definitely gives her away.
His smile is like a feral beast eyeing her up and down.
He grabs her face pulling her closer to him, his grip hurts.
“Told you it wasn’t safe out there girly. Can’t wait to gut you and leave your remains for those incubi.” She pulls her face back with all her force and headbutts him.
It sends him back for a moment, and knocks the gag out of her mouth. She gasps taking a deep breath.
Before she can shout for help Malix’s fist collides to her mouth.
“You little cunt!”
She’s bleeding and spits out a mouthful of blood before shouting, “Aomaris!” she chokes as she shouts but it works.
A bright light cuts through and the Devils shrink back. In front of her is Sam and he finds her eyes immediately. His eyes widen and he rushes to her grabbing her gently by her face.
“You okay?” he asks. His hands are shaking as he moves her face to see the damage.
She just nods her head melting into his touch.
“I got it okay don’t worry.”
A gun shot goes off and Sam moves them before it can make contact, with his speed. He turns and glares back to Malix with his smoking gun.
“I won’t miss next time Incubus.” Malix growls out at them.
Sam gently leans MC against the wall and turns to fight Malix.
• During the fight Sam loses his glamor, but Damien and the others find her and block her vision before she can see. It’s mostly blurs and hues of green.
• Damien and Erik and fussing over her and assessing the damage.
• While everything sounds like she’s in an echo chamber, she clearly hears James tell Sam to stop and Matthew give him a potion.
• “Let’s go home. MC needs to wash up and ice her face.” Erik says and picks her up gently to put her in the car.
• At home they tell her to take a shower and just rest. Erik sits on her bedside with an ice pack for her face and a glass of water with some pain killers.
“Where’s Sam?” she asks.
Erik sighs, “Getting chewed out by James and probably blowing off the last of his adrenaline. He’ll come see you in the morning love.” She nods her head.
“Thanks Erik. Did my friends call?” She noticed they had blown up her phone and she had told them she was home now.
Erik nods. “Yeah they did. That’s how we knew something was up, then you called out to him. We just tracked your phone after Sam left.”
She nods and sinks into her bed. “Do I tell them I got kidnapped?”
Erik shrugs. “It’s the truth, and it’s true we just tracked your phone. So up to you. They’ll be mad if they think you just bailed without telling them and making them worry.”
“You’re right…”
“Don’t worry right now, just go to sleep. And if anything feels bad in the morning we can go the hospital.” Erik.
Her face is swollen from Malix’s punch but she had stopped bleeding the next morning. A massive purple bruise is on her check and she hisses touching it. She can’t cover that up.
There’s a knock at her door.
“Come in.”
“How ya feelin’?”
She turns quickly and sees Sam in her doorway. Arms crossed over his chest.
“Could be better.” She smiles softly at him.
She sees his eyes focus on her bruise. He comes into her room standing in front of her, holding her face and looking.
“If he was still here I’d kill him again…” he says in a low tone.
“It’s over.” She places her hand on top of Sam’s and leans into his touch on her good side.
“Shouldn’t have even fuckin’ happened. We should have been out with you.” He growls out.
“We don’t know that. I shouldn’t have left my friends to grab my jacket. It’s over now. No use in thinking what if.”
Sam removes his hands and pulls her into his embrace. His grip is tight but she sinks into him and wraps her arms around his waist.
“Thanks, by the way. I don’t know if I told you thank you.” She mutters into his chest.
She feels him chuckle. He kisses the top of her head. “You don’t need to thank me. I would have found you no matter what.”
Her grip tightens and she thinks her heart skips a beat.
A little treat
So I know I keep saying theres more but there is more.
I skip a little around timeline wise and I put the beach episode stuff after the devils... cause it felt kinda shitty to do Diana RIGHT AFTER like poor girl can't catch a BREAK
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His biggest fan fr
Joe Cooper x Black!Reader
Based on a dream I had last night/You go to see Coop’s garage Baseketball game and the chemicals in your brain go off.
To be honest, you never really cared for sports. Never liked them, never could even list them. Not to mention in recent years they have completely gone out of style. To be honest, all sports celebrities were definitely sell outs they were kinda famous for it too.
“Girl you gotta come see this!” Your friend says waking into the room, interrupting whatever focus you had on the book you needed to study with. “See what” they sit next to you “listen there’s some real dopes down the block! The whole building went to see!”
Dopes? Does the bitch mean crackheads? “sorry I don’t like watching crackheads fight” you decline they roll their eyes and sigh “no not crackheads! These crazy mother fuckers.. they playing some sorta game!” What the hell were they talking about.
“What game? Is it freaky” you ask “no! It’s some dumb sport but they say crazy shit like…” they tap there chin trying to think of an example. Not like you needed one… you were willing to give it a try! “I’m hooked” “what?” “Can’t be bad if your going”
You were wrong… and right I guess. It wasn’t bad, but you didn’t need your friend there, because the world seemed to stop when you laid eyes on him. Joe Cooper? Or whatever… He was just amazing… white boy majestical amazing…
I mean he looked like an angel and with blue eyes like those would wouldn’t mind getting scared from time to time. Even that blonde hair looked real. He was just such a cutie. The cutest boy ever. And oh lord did you think about wanting him… Jesus christ maybe you even needed him. He got you acting all out of proportion.
“Oooh like what you see?” You friend says concern dripped in there voice “what? Oh yeah… maybe” you tilt your head and smile, you must’ve had a lovey dumby look on your face. “I can’t take you anywhere” they scoff “uh… dare me to talk to him?” “Oh hell yes.”
With an excuse on your belt of delusion, you had no choice but to talk to him. Can’t be to bad he just makes your stomach flutter a bit while you make your way too approach him. Oh yeah… what if you say something embarrassing? What if thinks your gross? It’s always the guys with the blue eyes honestly.
As you push through the crowd he and two other characters seep into your limelight, seemingly celebrating their win. “Oh…welcome” a boy with curly hair turns to you. Seems like you stepped in the red line of all they could see “um… thank you” you clasp your hands… he made you nervous, I mean when have you even seen a white man with an Afro?
A tiny tiny man opens his mouth and approach’s you as well .. although only to be pushed back by the curly haired one… you didn’t really catch both of their poor names. “Need anything? I’ll sign anything, anything for a fan” the tall one offers “actually I’m here to see him” you hold your hand out to point to Cooper. “Me?” He looks back
“Uh… I think you were great out there!” You lied, not really he looked great out there other than that you had no idea what the fuck he was doing. In your defense the hair was distracting! “Me..? Uh I mean thank you” he smiles awkwardly and crosses his arms
He look to the side for the second the little man gets dragged away by the other one and then look back up at Joe. “I also think you are really cute too like… for a guy I mean” you confess nodding softly. No need to hide it right? (What else were you supposed to compliment on) “I’m a huge fan”
“U-uh…” he stutters looking away scratching his neck a little “cute you think so?” He asks “oh I know for sure” you move your hand around “I mean look at you, your like a total cutie!” He better believe that too, I mean look at what he’s got you saying!
“Wow um…” he gulps a bit “I think your good looking too” you tilt your head forward your jaw slacking a bit “really?” Your eyes widen “it’s not everyday a cute girl co-comes up to me you know” huh? What! Are you seriously winning right now? Winning at life? This sweet ass jock is totally into you too right now!
“Your think I’m good looking?” You question putting your hand on your chest he nods and shrugs. “I think so yeah…. I can give you my number?”
“I’d like that.”
#very shallow I know <3#joe cooper x reader#Joe Cooper x you#Joe Cooper x Fem Reader#baseketball x reader#for the sistas#x black fem reader
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Are we sharing school stories? If we’re not feel free to delete but here’s mine:
Starting from reception to around age 7 teachers were violent. They’d pick me up and take me to “(my name’s) naughty room” as they called it. (they had patronising names for everything). The room was just an office with one chair that the teacher would sit in and hold me down in their lap. One time a teacher tied me to the chair with his belt and scarf while he left the room. This happened at least 20 times and for at least an hour each time. I ran out of the school a few times, and that was just used as an excuse to use more violent ‘restraint’ methods
Around y1/2 the school got a psychiatrist in to follow me around without my knowledge or consent. The aim was pretty much to scapegoat me and blame me for the issues I was having in school. When the psychiatrist said I was fine the school told blamed me for ‘acting nice’ when I didn’t even know I was being evaluated. Later on I found out that the school got people in to diagnose multiple kids with autism/adhd just to get more SEND funding from the government (which they weren’t spending properly)
Secondary school was a lot better but there were still problems.
I had a form tutor who loved using humiliation as discipline. He’d call me to the front of the class and tell everyone in his sarcastic voice that ‘I’ve got mental issues’ and to ‘not let me drag you down’. I told him that insulting me in front of the class is not teaching, and he just said I was insulting him. He then marched me down to my head of year and denied saying what he said at all. This happened multiple times. When that didn’t work he decided to wait until lunchtime when I’m with my friends to tell me how useless I am, and then walk away laughing. He probably thought he was funny
Same guy would boast about running marathons while he was clinically obese and clearly couldn’t run for a bus. He’d lie about lots of things and definitely have favourites. He thought his favourites liked him. He had a huge ego and probably thought everyone liked him. Most likely got bullied at school himself, has no control at home, and so tries to control little kids
In the same year I had a music teacher physically chase me down the stairs, and a language teacher say ‘what is a teacher ever supposed to do with a kid like you?’, simply for failing a test. She told me to come to her office at lunch and resit it, even though she knew I’d fail. When I asked her for some catch-up work and some time to do it, she told me ‘don’t bother it’s not like you’re ever going to pass anyway.’ She then acted surprised that I didn’t come
Anyway sorry for such a long life story just kinda got rambling. Hope this isn’t triggering or too personal
Oh this shit is horrific what the ACTUAL fuck. All of this is just so bad im lost for words.
But especially those restraints.. like I dont wanna like. Upset u by saying this. But u are so lucky u weren't one of those kids who died by restraints. Fucking tying u to a chair and leaving the room.... this shit is exactly why there is such a focus on "appropriate" (non lethal) restraint and proper training in schools rn. Because kids fucking died. Because of shit EXACTLY like this.
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Spirits: Chapter 2
At this point my sleep schedule was all over the place. I either go to bed early, and still wake up exhausted, or I stay up till about three in the morning and wake up the same way. There is no in between.
I yawned and stretched my arms out, throwing the covers off of my body. Groaning, I grabbed whatever finished homework I had on my desk and shoved it in my backpack. Opening my closet, I caught a glimpse of black on the chair in the corner of my room. Slowly closing my door and looking at the chair to make sure it was just my imagination. It in fact was not.
There was a person dressed in a black hoodie, black sweatpants, light brown hair, hazel eyes, and had these spiked cuffs around both of his wrists. I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn’t just my imagination again, but the boy just sat there reading one of my Percy Jackson books.
I yelped a little when I realized that he was real, and backed up into the opposite wall. If I were being honest, this guy looked like he could easily beat up someone.
“Did he step on a lego or something?” I heard him mumble and look directly at me. I stared at him kind of terrified. Be honest, would you be scared if a random guy that looks like he’s from a funeral home was just in your room?
“Wait, why are you looking over here,” He questioned then his eyes widened, “Can you see me?” Immediately he jumped out of my chair and dropped my book. I nodded my head as an answer and stood up. What in the heck was going on? Shouldn’t I be able to see a person in my room?
A smirk appeared on this strangers face as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Took you long enough. I was getting bored just talking with the ghosts at your school.” Ghosts? What?
“Excuse me, what?” I whispered, fearing I would wake my parents up if they weren’t already.
This stranger just chuckles a little, “Right, you don’t know. Um, so I’m a kind of ghost. Don’t believe me, oh well. You basically can see ghosts now, but only me for the moment. Think of me kind of like your guardian angel, just less… alive.”
My head was swirling with questions, but I shook them away and just sighed. So basically this stranger is a ghost who is acting like a guardian angel. This is amazing, and probably a lie.
”Please tell me you’re lying.” I mumbled.
“Sorry cupcake, we don’t always get what we want.”
I sighed again, and just walked up to my closet to grab my clothes for school.
“No questions? Wow, I owe death a lot of money.” The guy laughed.
“Look, I have no idea what’s going on, but I have to get to school, and I refuse to believe that after 17 years, I’m barely seeing ghosts.” I snapped at the guy. He just shrugged his shoulders, “Suit yourself. I’ll just let the other spirits take over your mind then.”
I rolled my eyes at his statement. There was no way this was real, right? He was just some cousin I’ve never met. Right? I did find it weird that he somehow came into my room without waking me up though. If he wasn’t lying and he was actually some type of ghost that wanted to do whatever to me, then I guess I’ve gone insane.
I went to the restroom to slip on my clothes, and walked back into my room to grab my backpack. The stranger just eyed me the entire time, seeing what I would do. I didn’t pay him no mind. If he gives off a bad first impression, then I’ll just ignore him. Not like he has anything nice to say anyways.
Heading down stairs, hoping he wasn’t following me, I smelled my moms pancakes being cooked over the oven. Looking behind me now, he did follow me. I glared at him for a second before sitting down on the island.
“Hey mom?” I asked, about to question who this person is.
“Yes?” She smiled at me before sliding on two pancakes.
“Who is this guy?” I pointed to the so called “Ghost” and watched as she put on a confused face.
“Who?” My eyes widened as the stranger smirked.
“U-u-um never mind.” I stuttered, suddenly losing my appetite. There has to be some type of explanation for this. I wouldn’t just see ghosts all of a sudden, right?
“Are you alright Nix?” My mom asked me. I put on a fake smile, “Y-yeah! I’m just not hungry this morning, I think I might just go to school already.” I explained, wanting to get out of this situation.
“You’re not good at this kind of stuff, are you.” The so called “ghost” sarcastically stated. I didn’t answer, just grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
#Writing#Oc:Nix#Ghost#Chapter 2#Spirits#Book#I had fun writing this one#I was earlier than I thought#Mysterious “ghost guy”
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hEYYY! i love ur writing honestly, sitting here with butterflies 😩??! could i request oikawa, suna, tendou and anyone else u like’s reaction to you measuring ur hand size by comparing it to theirs 🥺.
comparing hand sizes
↳ oikawa, suna, tendou (i genuinely didn’t know who else to add ahsjshsksj sorry)
↳ *screams into my pillow* omg thank you so much you’re so sweet😭 (and also im so sorry for posting this so late!! <\3)
— OIKAWA
it was actually him who asked to compare hand sizes, saying that yours looked ‘sooo tiny’ compared to his. it was obvious that they were, indeed, smaller, but you played along. “what a surprise” you told him when your palms met, your fingertips only reaching his middle phalange. he replied pensively: “mmh, that’s what i thought…”, but he wasn’t even looking at your hands anymore, his gaze was plunged into your eyes. you looked up, feeling his heavy stare, which gave him the green-light to lace his fingers with yours “…it’s a perfect fit”. a proud smile on his lips, he gave you a confident wink, but really he was just trying to hide how relieved he was that you hadn’t let go of his hand. “that was smooth” you admitted, and he humbly bowed at your comment: “right? and i’m not planning on letting go, so… i’m afraid we’re gonna have to get dinner together”.
— SUNA
“babe, do you know how painful it is to watch you come up with lame strategies just to hold my hand?” suna rolled his eyes at you, when the only thing you did was mentioning how big his hand looked. “oh i’m the one coming up with lame strategies?” you gasped offendedly, “you’re the one who never put gloves on when we go out just to have an excuse to grab my hand”. suna remained silent, pondering whether or not he should try to act cocky… but you spoke up again before he could make a decision: “yeah, you’re not slick, rin. i’ve got you all figured out”. he laughed at your words, but you knew him too well to know that you had managed to get him flustered: “alright, i plead guilty….” he told you with a capitulating smile, before bringing his hand closer to yours, until no gap was left between your palms, “but jokes aside… i really do have huge hands, what the fuck”.
— TENDOU
tendou seemed to find it funny how big his hand was compared to yours. your fingertips seemed miles away from his. “did you know that the more the hand sizes of two people are different, the more they’re made for each other?” he told you, his fingers fiddling with yours. “wait what? who said that?” you asked, hardly believing him (although it would mean something very positive for the both of you). he propped himself up on his elbow, already looking proud of his next words: “some guy named tendou satori, i don’t know if you’ve heard of him. he’s brilliant”. you mirrored his position, your hand not leaving his, and leaned in for a quick peck on his lips: “i don’t think i have. but tell me more! he really does sound like a brilliant man”.
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Hey love, u alright?
If have no problem here go one request; Marauders(without the rat) x Fem!Reader, the reader's first time in her subspace. How the boys know, and how they react (since this is the first time, and they probably don't know how to bring her back)
By; Cora🌈 (and my god, your writing it's soooooo perfect, really i'm in love)
Come back for us [Poly Marauders]
A/N: Cora, thank you so much for your request! Loved the “minus the rat” hehe. Writing this I kinda figured out that I’m not that good at writing subspace, but I tried for you… I hope you like it.
Pairings: Poly Marauders x Fem! Reader
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: NSFW! 16+, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving and giving), subspace, degradation, praise, aftercare, dom! Remus, dom! Sirius, switch! James, sub! reader, mention of cum, polyamorous relationship, use of swearwords. As always lmk if I missed anything.
NSFW starts right under the cut!
“Such a dumb little cockslut,” Sirius grunted out, hips rutting against yours at a brutal pace.
“Dumb cockslut,” you echoed, voice dreamy and breathy, moans spilling out from deep within you.
Your eyes were glazed over, and your mind felt fuzzy, you could only concentrate on one thing and that was being good for your three boys. The sound of skin slapping, James’ gags, and all of your moans were filling the room with a lewd soundtrack.
You were under Sirius and beside you Remus’ cock was buried deep within James’ mouth, chasing his high as he fucked into his mouth with no remorse.
“You like that, you filthy slut? Like me destroying that pretty little pussy?” Sirius’s hand was around your throat, squeezing slightly to gain your attention.
“Y-y-es,” you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Yes, what?” Remus said beside you, not letting you forget your manners.
“Ye-s, sir… pre-tty pus-sy,” your voice was slurred, your mind not really there.
Sirius chuckled, “Ya fucked dumb, pup? Where’s that pretty little mind gone?
Your eyes found his, your mouth open and whines met his ears. Your eyes were wide, and Sirius let out a pleasurable groan, “you look so pretty and innocent, baby, but what are you?”
“A du-mb cockslut,” you answered without thinking earning a nod of approval from the raven-haired boy above you.
His thrusts sped up at the sound of Remus finishing in James’ mouth and grunting out “swallow”, which James quickly complied to.
Sirius’ hips stuttered as he emptied his seed into you causing you to moan at the sinful feeling.
“There you go, pup, taking it all so well,” he praised, your heart swelled inside your chest, Sirius’ praise always making you swoon.
He slowly pulled out, earning a whine from you.
James raised his head from his position in front of Remus’ cock and moved to be between your legs instead. “Don’t worry, greedy girl, you won’t be empty for long.”
You whined again, “I’m not greedy… I’m a good girl.”
“Yeah? Then show us,” James said and flipped you over on your stomach, lifting you to be on your hands and knees.
He slowly entered you, giving you no time to adjust before he started snapping his hips at a brutal pace. He let out a loud groan at the feeling of your slick walls filled with Sirius’ cum.
Your arms were shaking and the weight on them caused them to give away causing you to fall into the soft mattress.
James grabbed ahold of your arms pulling you up so your back met his toned chest; he wrapped his arms around your front, keeping you in place. Your head automatically fell back to rest on his shoulder as whines and whimpers left your mouth. James cooed and brushed his thumb over your sensitive nipples, “tired, baby?”.
“No… keep going,” you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted to please him.
Remus moved to be in front of you, grabbing your face and connecting your lips in a heated kiss. His thumb swiping over your cheeks in a comforting manner as he breathed in all of your whimpers.
Sirius was beside you know, laying and enjoying the show, but because he hates feeling left out used his own thumb to swipe over your aching clit and rub fast circles on it. If James hadn’t been holding you and Remus hadn’t been in front of you, you would have toppled forward, but instead, you just jolted at the sensation and a long moan left your lips.
“You gonna cum, baby?” James asked, but already knowing the answer as your cunt was squeezing and contracting around him.
You whimpered and nodded, “yes, please, can I?”
Remus looked into your eyes and smiled adoringly at you, “of course you can since you’ve been such a good girl.”
“Yeah, go ahead and cum around Prongs’ cock like the little slut you are,” Sirius’ answer was a huge contrast to Remus’s, but they both carried the same message, and you didn’t waste any time doing as they said.
Your eyes rolled back, and your body shook at the overpowering feeling of your orgasm, your cunt contracting and pulsing around James. Your vision blurry and starry as you felt James’ hips stutter and still as he finished as well, his cum mixing with your own and Sirius’.
He let you catch your breath, kissing your neck lovingly before pulling out. You fell forward into Remus’ grasp, clinging to him.
“Did so good for us, bunny,” he softly spoke as he caressed your hair.
“One more.”
“huh? You want more?” Remus looked confused between James and Sirius, you had already been going at it for quite some time and were obviously exhausted.
“Wanna be good for you, I can go more,” you spoke, voice very slurred as if you were drunk.
“You did do good… were done, baby, we’re all tired… gotta clean you up now and go to bed,” James said, stroking your back.
You lifted your face to look at Remus, your eyes filled with tears, “no, I can go again, I promise… please, I want to be good for you,” you were repeating yourself and your three boys could feel themselves starting to panic at your disheveled state.
“We can’t go again, pup, we’re all done… we can go again tomorrow,” Sirius spoke softly.
“You don’t want me anymore?” tears leaked out of your eyes as you sobbed out the words.
Sirius cooed and grabbed your trembling body, holding you tightly against him as you cried. “Of course, we want you, pup… we’re just tired… I promise we’ll go again tomorrow.”
“But y-you don’t w-want me now,” you whimpered into his neck, your tears wetting and cooling Sirius’ skin.
“We always want you, our pretty baby… if we could we wouldn’t stop, but we gotta rest now so that we can go again and again and again,” James said with a slight laugh.
“’kay, sleep and then we go again? Then I’ll be a good girl?” You said hopefully, only focusing on the promise of going again.
“You’re always our good girl, but please just come back for us,” Remus said.
You giggled at his weird statement, “I’m right here, sir.”
“You don’t need to call us sir anymore, bunny, you know that” Remus was less confused about what was going on, having read about this type of headspace that could sometimes occur, but still equally as clueless as to how to get you out of it.
“But you’re sir,” you argued, not understanding what he was getting at.
“Not anymore, pup… It’s Remmy, Jamsie and Siri,” Sirius said still confused as to why you were acting like this.
You ‘humphed’ but didn’t argue and didn’t remove yourself from Sirius – it would be bad if you argued.
“Let’s go take a bath… would you like that, Bunny?” Remus rubbed your back and coached you out of Sirius’ grasp. You nodded and let him carry you to the bathroom, as you clung to him like a koala. He set you down on the bathroom counter your face contorting in discomfort as the cool counter touched your overused cunt.
Remus started to fill the large tub with warm water to soothe your aching muscles, but still had to explain to Sirius and James what was going on with you, so he quickly thought of an excuse.
“Oh, I forgot a clean towel for you… I’ll be right back okay, bun?” He looked at you and you just nodded with a quick ‘kay’.
He quickly left the bathroom and found his two boyfriends on Sirius’ bed, both wearing sweatpants and talking quietly amongst themselves, trying to decipher your weird mood.
Remus went to stand in front of them, gaining their attention. “I gotta be quick, but I read about this in that weird muggle sex book I found… she’s just feeling a little subby and fuzzy, so we need to be really gentle with her until she’s not anymore, but I don’t know how long that’ll take… the book was quite vague about it.”
Both James and Sirius nodded and looked at each other.
“Can’t she just sleep it away?” James asked hopefully.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea… we need to make sure she’s completely back before we go to sleep,” Remus explained… worrying that you wouldn’t come back for a long time.
“I gotta go back to her,” Remus quickly said before grabbing a new towel for you and heading back into the bathroom.
“I’m back, bunny,” he said holding the towel up for you to see. The bathtub was completely filled, but the water was off.
“You took so long… so I turned the water off, but I sat right back down like when you left me,” you explained, hoping you wouldn’t get in trouble.
Remus placed the clean towel beside you and cupped your cheek with his large hand, “good job, bun… just had to tell James and Sirius something, but you’re such a good girl.”
The praise made you blush and lean into his touch.
He lifted you again and got into the tub with you. A long sigh left your lips as the warm water engulfed your body.
You laid against Remus’s chest, fatigue taking over your entire body as Remus washed it slowly.
James and Sirius made their way into the bathroom as well, sitting beside the bathtub on small stools they had acquired to keep you company when you were in the bath.
“Hi sirs,” you smiled, reaching your hand out for one of them to take.
James was the quickest, his quidditch skills showing as he grabbed ahold of your hand and kissing the top of it.
“Hi, baby… It’s just James now, my love,” he tried to again, but you just giggled and shook your head.
Sirius stood to get you a glass of water, hopefully clearing your head a tad.
“Here you go, be a good girl and drink up,” Sirius handed you the glass and you immediately complied, wanting to be good.
The water did clear your head a bit, but the fuzz was still swirling around and creating a static-like feel in your brain.
“So good, bunny… was that nice?” Remus gently took the glass from you and handed it back to Sirius, who put it on the bathroom counter.
“Mhmm, so nice… thank you, Siri,” you said closing your eyes and smiling, letting your head fall back against Remus again.
Sirius’s eyes widened and a smile took over his face at the use of his name. He shared a relieved look with the two other boys, glad that what they were doing was working.
The three boys sat and talked while you just smiled and relaxed, listening to them happily.
Finally, James clapped his hands together and stood to retrieve the towel Remus had gotten for you. “Okay, baby, let’s get you dried off.”
He opened the towel and Remus helped you stand and helped you out of the tub and into James’ embrace.
James dried you, whilst Sirius went to the bedroom to grab you a pair of panties and a shirt to sleep in.
Once dressed you still stood, walking over to Sirius and wrapping your arms around his torso. He quickly wrapped his arms around your body and gave it a squeeze, smiling happily and smugly at the two others who just rolled their eyes at him.
“How’re you feeling, pup,” Sirius whispered in your ear and kissing your temple.
“I’m okay, just tired,” you answered with a slightly suppressed yawn.
“Alright, let’s go to bed then,” he led you to the bedroom and towards his bed, but not forgetting to look over his shoulder to wink teasingly at your two other boyfriends because he shanghaied you into sleeping in his bed – you were just too tired to say anything about the situation.
He laid down first and waited for Remus and James to kiss you goodnight and also waiting for them to do the same to him.
Once they had, he opened the blanket for you and you happily crawled into Sirius’ warm embrace, snuggling close to him as he wrapped his arms around you.
“You feel okay… you’re not feeling fuzzy anymore, right?” Sirius whispered.
“Don’t feel fuzzy anymore, I’m okay Siri… sorry I was like that,” your voice was small and meek, feeling bad that you had acted like that.
“No need to apologize, pup… it was hot that you were so desperate for us,” he smirked and winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes.
“I love you,” you kissed his lips before closing your eyes.
“I love you too, beautiful girl.”
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#poly marauders#marauders fluff#marauders smut#marauders x you#marauders x reader#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#cora🌈
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drunk kaz drunk kaz drunk kaz
I dont know but I want to see some reader who is like always sober and slight drunk kaz fluff rjckebjdkd I have a thing to admiring your feelings for one another after some alcohol in stories, not gonna like 🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️ feel free to ignore this request if you're not comfortable with it. Your writing is amazing, darling💓💓💓
sober thoughts - kaz brekker
find part two here!
pairing: kaz brekker x reader
a/n: thank you so much! this will be relatively short but this is actually such a cute concept (i just wanna say this is very outta character for kaz but i genuinely think this is how he would act under the influence with his guard down ok u may continue)
warnings: alcohol mention, cursing
kaz was drunk.
okay, maybe he wasn't drunk drunk but he was definitely getting there.
and saints was it a sight.
kaz wasn't the kind of man who let himself go. ever. he was always alert, never letting his guard down. and alcohol didn't allow for a lot of attentiveness. actually, in ketterdam it was used for exactly the opposite. to lose oneself. to forget.
so it truly was a shock to see kaz brekker slightly stumbling to walk over to you on the other side of the room. and in his own club no less. but it was nina zenik's birthday, and who could deny that woman a party.
"angel!" he called to you as he sat down in the chair in front of yours. he looked at the cards in your hand, and at jesper who was sitting on kaz's left.
you raised your eyebrows at the nickname and gave jesper a 'what the fuck is happening right now' look, which he returned with a 'i don't know man but roll with it' look.
you focused your attention on kaz, noticing how his lips held a lazy smile and his eyes weren't scanning around the room the way they usually were. 'hi dirtyhands, you having a good night?"
his lips pouted, oh yeah he was definitely tipsy. "y/n, you don't have to," he let out a small hiccup, "you don't have to call me dirtyhands, i'd rather you call me baby."
his lame excuse at flirting had jesper rolling in his seat with laughter, slamming his hand on the table in amusement. "oh saints kaz" he chuckled.
kaz shot him a warning glance, and for a moment he was the kaz you had grown fond of, murderous and deadly. but then his eyes shifted back to you and his face softened. and the butterflies in your stomach went absolutely crazy.
you gave him a teasing grin and cocked your head to one side, "okay baby."
kaz shuddered as the word left your lips, physically reacting to your pet name. the sight caused you more pleasure than you cared to admit.
jesper noticed as well and leaned closer to kaz, "oh i wanna try. kaz, sweetheart, baby,” he emphasized the word, “pass me that drink will you?"
kaz ran a hand over his face and glared at jesper, oppositely to the way that he'd reacted to you.
jesper grimaced and picked up the drink himself, "yikes. guess he only likes it when you call him that y/n." he winked and took a sip from his glass.
you and kaz shared a shy look and his blush mirrored yours. you heard jesper snicker under his breath at the two of you.
kaz moved his chair closer to yours. close enough that you could see the length of his eyelashes. and the way his pupils were dilated. and you could see the faint trace of freckles across his nose.
it occurred to you that you wouldn't mind studying kaz for hours without growing bored.
it also occurred to you that you were staring.
and that you had never been this close to kaz before.
you tilted your head to the side and gave him a magnificent grin to try to regain and present some composure to the two boys.
"you pretty" kaz whispered suddenly.
well shit, so much for composure.
you cleared your throat and willed your body to not make the heat on your cheek and neck painfully obvious. by the look on jesper's face you suspected you hadn't succeeded.
"you're pretty too kaz," you responded in an attempt to be casual.
kaz let out a little gasp and turned to jesper in utter disbelief as if you had said something out of this world, "jes, y/n just called me pretty. they think i'm pretty."
jesper laughed and patted kaz's back in a friendly manner, "yeah i heard buddy." he picked up his glass, discarding his cards, and got up to go be with wylan on the other side of the room. before leaving he wiggled his eyebrows at you.
you shook your head in amusement and shock. kaz thought you were pretty. and you didn't anticipate how much you wanted to hear him say that to you. and how much you wanted to grab him and tell him how pretty he was after kissing every part of his stupid face.
you leaned your elbows on the table, closer to him. "so kaz, you enjoying the drinks tonight?"
he nodded his head and leaned closer to you as well. "yeah i am, but i'm enjoying you a lot more."
you rolled your eyes but bit your lip to fight back a growing grin. "oh i'm sure you are. but seeing and hearing your very free comments tonight i'd say you're enjoying the bar plenty" you teased him.
he frowned slightly. in a way that made you want to kiss that stupid frown away. "my comments aren't because i drank."
you chuckled, "you would never call me pretty without at least three drinks in your system kaz. your sober and brutal honesty would never let you."
it was his turn to roll his eyes, he gave you a mischievous smile and leaned closer to you. you sucked in a breath as his lips hovered next to your ear. the two of you had really gotten so close over this conversation.
"well you know what they say, darling, drunk words are sober thoughts." you held your breath, not sure if you were even capable of breathing anymore.
“and i think you're fucking marvelous when i'm sober too"
#Kaz Brekker#kaz brekker x you#kaz brekker x reader#kaz brekker imagine#soc#six of crows imagine#six of crows#shadow and bone imagine#shadow and bone#fic rec#grisha#Grishaverse#leigh bardugo#nina zenik#matthias helvar#wylan van eck#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#jesper fahey headcanon
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Encounters With Love
I can’t tell when this all started; all I know was that right now, the air between me and my best friend felt different.
Me and Jack have been friends since we met in middle school, and I’ve always known that he was going to find a way to get his big break as a rapper. And now, Jack got his big break as his song “What’s Poppin” became viral off Tik Tok and made him one of rap’s breakout stars of 2020. To say I was proud of him was an understatement.
Even though it seemed that right now he was on top of the world, he never let the fame get to him and kept his promise of keeping me close to him. I love him dearly as a friend, but as his music become more and more recognized, his popularity skyrocketed. Which meant that now I had to share him with everyone else including a bunch of girls. They were breathtaking there was no denying about it, but it hurt because for the longest time I had feelings for him but was too shy to act on it.
The place was buzzing as everyone was having a good time either chatting, dancing around, or taking advantage of the free booze.
Your eyes spotted Jack who was standing across the room with a drink in his hand as he was laughing along something funny being said by one of the friends he was hanging out with.
Once he spotted you, he excused himself to the small crowd and walked over to you with cockiest smirk on his face.
“Look who decided to show up”
“Well, I didn’t want you to miss me too much”
He went for a hug and for a few moments you felt chills down your spine until you pulled away.
“I’m glad you’re here”
You were currently hanging out with some friends that also showed up to the party, and now and then you would notice Jack checking on you.
As the night progressed, you and your friends were dancing and getting lost in the rhythm, as you were feeling more loosen up from doing those rounds of shots earlier.
You glanced quickly at Jack direction who was now standing by the stairs, as he was giving all his attention to a beautiful brunette lady that had her hands all over him. You were taken back and wished you never had to see that with your own eyes, but as you attempted to quickly walk away from your spot but failed miserably as you stumble onto the floor. You didn’t even have a chance to react to what had just happened because as you looked up Jack was already on the floor helping you out.
“Ok I think you had enough drinks for the night” he joked as he helped you up.
“Oh, Jack, hi” you giggling as you were already drunk.
“Hi”
“What do you say if we go sit by the stairs” he said trying to get you to stay still.
“Yea that sounds-“
Before you could manage to finish that sentence, you realized you had vomited all over Jack’s shoes.
The following events after that, were a blur. But Jack left the party early with you by his side.
As he drove you home, you suddenly felt this wave of guilt hitting you.
“I’m sorry I ruined your night”
“What makes you think that?”
“You obviously had plans to hook up with that brunette woman”
“Nah, if im honest I was just trying to let her down easy the whole night”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know I guess Im just into someone else”
Once he pulled into your driveway, he carried you inside and lay you down in your bed. As he was tucking you, you started talking again.
“You did really good out there, cuz everyone just loves you so”
“Is that so?” he laughed as he tucked you to bed.
“Of course, but I love you more. In fact, I’ve loved you since we were in middle school, but I guess you never liked me back but who could’ve blame you? Just look at you, I’ll just keep it to myself and love you in secret” you said before dozing off.
Jack was out of words.
The next day you woke up in your bed with the worst headache. As you tried to adjust to the sun rays peaking through your blinds, you noticed you were in your bedroom dressed in one of your baggy shirts.
In that moment Jack came through your door.
“Hey sleepyhead, someone had too much fun last night”
“Ugh, don’t remind me of that”
“Oh, there’s a lot of things, In fact I faintly remember you recalling being in love with me since middle school”
As he said that you couldn’t help but begin to stutter and you tried to come up with excuses for what happened last night. But he was quick to shut you up by kissing you.
Once you pulled away after a few seconds Jack spoke:
“So, should I take you out sometime?”
#jack harlow#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x you#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow one shot#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow concepts
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