#my dad won the first round so I wanted to try winning as well.
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greatest prize
pairing : bang jeemin x fem!reader
summary : jeemin, the centre of your school basketball team, made it to the final round of their tournament. and with that, you made a deal with jeemin that if she won the game, you'd be her girlfriend.
cw/tw : non-idol au, fluff, cutie patootie jeemin, grammatical error 💀
It’s 8 in the morning, and here you are, sitting on your table, drinking the banana milk that was in your locker. You’re well aware of who put it in there.
“Kim y/n!!”
You flinched when Hyewon suddenly appeared in front of you. Everyone in your class started looking at her weirdly before continuing what they were doing.
“Wonie, calm down will ya! Anyway, what’s up?” You sighed, resting your cheeks in your palms while sipping the banana milk.
She took a deep breath before saying “Do you know that our school basketball team made it to the final round?!?” She exclaimed while shaking your poor table, this actions caught the other students attention.
“Wait wait really?!? our school made it?” One of your classmates chimed in.
“Yes! and the final will take place in our town stadium!! can you believe that?!?”
“Damn yn, we HAVE to go. I bet jeemin will asked you to go too later.” Hyewon teased, giggling afterwards.
Long story short, you were known as ‘the girl that Bang Jeemin likes’. And you were known to the whole school for that. You’re not sure how you feel about being known for that. I mean, yes, you do find Jeemin quite attractive, but you barely even know this girl. Jeemin is really kind and everything, which makes it oblivious that she likes you a lot.
Jeemin would always put your favourite banana milk in your locker in the mornings or after recess. Not only that, but this girl will do anything to get your attention, such as winking at you in private or yapping odd pick-up lines and dad jokes. You think it's hilarious (and charming) that she's trying so hard to start a conversation with you.
Jeemin is quite famous at school for being the centre of your school basketball team. You sometimes wondered, How did she even notice you in the first place? I mean, compared to Jeemin, you don’t really have a big circle of friends, and you’re not even that famous in school. Other than being known as the girl that Jeemin’s like, you were also known as the top student (nerdy, I see). Maybe this is why Jeemin will always ask you for your biology and mathematics notes.
Despite sharing only a few classes with Jeemin, you always saw her everywhere you went. Imagine going to the school garden to have a break, and then, poof, she popped out of nowhere. So you mostly spend your time in the garden listening to her yapping about basketball. You don’t mind it at all; you actually really enjoy her company.
“Hey, y/n.”
You stopped rearranging your locker when you heard the voice you recognized. You turned around and saw Jeemin standing while looking everywhere else except your eyes.
“Hm? Do you need anything Jee?”
Jeemin was flustered by the sudden nickname but she shrugged it off by clearing her throat.
“Will you come to the game tomorrow? Uh you know its the final and it seems like half of the school is going. i-i just want to know if you’re going too.” she muttered. you find it absolutely adorable at how she’s stuttering and how she can barely held an eye contact with you
“Hmm idk, will you win though?” you asked which caught jeemin by surprise.
“O-of course i will, im Bang Jeemin! I never lose!” she replied with her puffed out. You laughed at her response, and to Jeemin your laugh sounds heavenly to her which made her smile softly.
“I’ll ask my friends first okay? i’ll let you know later if im coming or not.” you smiled.
“Alright, i hope you can come.”
"Wait, Jee, are you practicing tonight?” You asked because you sometimes saw Jeemin practicing alone at the street basketball court. She usually practices from dawn until midnight because you know how much Jeemin dislikes the heat.
“Yes, i am. Why?” she asked, titling her head afterwards.
“No, it’s nothing. Goodluck!”
“40!” Jeemin breathed out before laying on the ground.
She’s currently practicing her shoots for tomorrow’s game. Here she lay on the ground with her messy hair and her favourite hoodie. She was staring at night sky before you appeared in her vision. “Y/n?”
She sat up in a flash, and you chuckled before kneeling in front of her to fix her messy hair that was covering her face. You just came back from a convenience store, and when Jeemin mentioned that she'd be practicing tonight, you thought of buying her some drinks and snacks.
“Here, I bought you some drinks and snacks. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” You smiled softly before standing up and placed the plastic bag at a nearby bench.
You take some drinks from the plastic bag to give to Jeemin but before you can even turned around, you felt her hugging you from behind.
“J-jeemin?” you stuttered, completely flustered by her sudden action. You can hear her breathing heavily so you just let her for a moment before she reluctantly pulled away.
“I-I’m sorry—” you cut her off by hugging her this time. Jeemin was taken aback but still wrapped her arms around you to keep you warm from the chilly weather.
“What are you sorry for?” you laughed, pulling away slightly to look at her face which is now tinted with a bright pink.
“I thought I make you uncomfortable..” she mumbled, still looking away. You giggled before taking her hands to sit down at a nearby benches.
You two sat in silence as Jeemin enjoyed the drinks and snacks you bought for her. She even offered if you want some but you told her that you have already eaten at home before going out.
“Hey, y/n.” Jeemin called as you hummed and look at her.
“I think it’s pretty obvious that I really like you. And I don’t know how you feel about it. But, I want to say thank you for you know, um not being uncomfortable or sum.” Jeemin chuckled and looked down to her feets while playing with her hands. You took notice of it and held her hands.
“Jee, I would never. In fact, who knew maybe i like you too?” You said causing Jeemin to faced your direction. You already can see how a smile is slowly creeping its way to her lips.
“You like me?”
“I don’t know~” you shrugged your shoulders playfully. Jeemin stands in front of you with a big smile on her face.
“Then, let’s make a deal. If i win the game tomorrow, can we be together?” Jeemin asked, anticipating for an answer from you.
You chuckled before replying, “Deal.”
It’s d-day of the final, and the stadium is filled with people and students from your school and the other schools. You’re feeling nervous and excited at the same time.
“Omg y/n, there they are!” Hyewon pointed at your school basketball team and your eyes landed on Jeemin immediately. Her in that basketball jersey with her hair tied up in a ponytail. As both school began to enter the court, the stadium echoed with more loud cheers and anticipation.
And when the whistle blows, the final game has officially started. The game unfolded with exhilarating intensity, each team giving it their all. Jeemin’s focus was however unwavering, her mind in sync with the rhythm of the game. Half time in, and it seems like the opponent school is leading with 3 points ahead. You couldn’t help but to feel worried. With only 10 minutes more, you’re not sure if they can catch up.
You’re sure Jeemin is feeling the same thing. She couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. With the time ticking, they slowly started catching up. Jeemin’s gaze changed, and you saw how her captain was patting her back to tell her to calm down.
Time is still ticking, with a minute left. The current points are 110–109; your school is only a point behind. You saw how the players on your school team were exchanging glances before smirking afterwards. With 30 seconds on the clock, Yunah, the captain, shouted, “Jeemin, it’s time! Everyone, now!” And with that, they all started running towards the opponent and started attacking. Your mouth went wide open at how fast they were dribbling. In 10 seconds, Yunah passed the ball to Jeemin to make the shot. It won’t be easy, seeing how the opponent is right in front of her, blocking Jeemin’s way. Everyone in the stadium feels anxious, but not Jeemin. She smirked before going back a little and there she shoots, startling the opponent. They tried to block it, but the balls were already halfway to the hoop. And then the clock ticked down, just as soon as the ball went into the hoop.
“And there it is, Bang Jeemin buzzer beater!!” the mc shouted into the mic, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, Jeemin’s heart swelling with pride.
Everyone in the crowd went into the court to congratulate the players. They celebrated, but Jeemin’s eyes were locked on you the whole time. You saw how Jeemin came to you with her arms open. You couldn’t contain your excitement any longer, so you giggled before going down and into her arms. Well, not really. We could say that you dashed into her lips; it was strong enough to knock Jeemin down, but she held back by holding your waist and deepening the kiss. You’re glad that probably nobody noticed the two of you, but you’re sure enough that your friends are going to tease you later.
Jeemin pulled away and rested her forehead on yours. You caressed her cheeks softly before pecking her lips one more time. She chuckled and kissed your cheeks.
“This is greater than the actual prize.” Jeemin mumbled which make you giggles.
“You’re finally mine, y/n. I promise you that i’ll love you with all my heart yeah?” You nodded at Jeemin’s words before she pulled you in for another kiss.
“I love you, y/n.”
“I love you more than you think, Bang Jeemin.”
After months of tears, staring, yapping and daydreaming, she’s finally with you. And she definitely has no intention of letting you go.
a/n — in the honour of the bang jeemin coming back, i wrote this !! VOTE JEEMIN ON MNET PLUS!
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Oh ! For the Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP, would you be willing to write about number 2 Royal AU, with number 98 curses for lestappen please 🙏
listen i was thinking about different curse ideas and then i suddenly remembered charles's monac curse and well... then i couldn't not write that. so!!!! driver!charles/prince!max au it is :)
prompt taken from this list, feel free to send me one!
royal au + curses
When you ask a driver what the best race to win is, they will give one of two answers; either their home Grand Prix, or Monaco. For Charles, these have always been one and the same.
And yet, he has never won.
A curse, they call it. Just dumb luck, Charles like to say.
But it still weighs on him, every year he DNF’s, every year he crashes into the barriers instead of crossing the finish line. At least he’s managed to do at least that, last year, in 2022. But this year, this year he’s determined.
He’s going to break the curse. He’s going to win.
He’s so laser focused, so all in, that he misses all the whispers around the paddock about important visitors until he slams head first into one of those visitors outside of the Ferrari motor home.
“I am so sorry,” says none other than Max Emilian, crown prince of the Netherlands.
“Oh,” Charles says, because well. He’s seen pictures of the man before, but it turns out they really don’t do him justice. Prince Max is gorgeous, with piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders and a very, very kissable mouth. “I mean, uh, I’m sorry. Your, uh, highness?”
Max laughs, the hand he used to steady Charles still on his shoulder, burning into Charles’s skin. “Please. Call me Max.”
“Right,” Charles says, nodding a little too enthusiastically. “Right, yeah Max. I can do that.”
Max sends him an amused look. “So, are you looking forward to the race?” He asks, and his hand slips off Charles’s shoulder. Charles immediately misses its warmth.
He pulls a face. “Sort of? I’ve not had the best luck in Monaco.”
“Ah, yes,” Max says, thoughtful look on his face. “The curse.” When Charles doesn’t say anything, just pulls a face, Max continues. “But you shouldn’t be worried. You’ve been driving well all season. Plus, you have pole. That’s already half the race.”
“You follow F1?” Charles asks, a little surprised. There something about Max, beyond the pretty eyes and the nice body, that is almost regal. Ethereal. It feels weird to picture him sitting on a couch in his sweatpants and a sweatshirt on Sunday’s, watching a race.
“Obsessed with it,” Max admits, almost a bit sheepish. “Begged my dad to let me drive kart when I was a kid. But apparently that wasn’t very appropriate, so,” He rubs the back of his neck, and gives Charles a ‘what can you do’ look. “Anyway, I like watching races a lot. The fast cars, the pretty boys,” He leans forward a little, and there’s suddenly an almost mischievous smile on his face, like he’s challenging Charles.
Charles blinks. Opens his mouth. Closes it. If he knew better, he’d say the crown prince of the Netherlands is currently flirting with him. But he knows better so that can’t be it. Right? Still. Can’t hurt to try. “Pretty boys, huh?” Charles says leaning back against the wall of the motorhome. “And do you have a favorite?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Max eyes are twinkling, and he’s leaning forward, his arm suddenly right next to Charles’s head, his face inching closer and closer.
Charles opens his mouth to say something, anything, but then suddenly there’s a pair of lips on his, hands on his waist gently pressing him into the wall, and he forgets how to breath for a second.
His hands shoot up to land on Max’s arm, his bicep, and for a moment he lets himself be kissed, loses himself in the moment. But then Max is pulling away, smiling softly at him.
“What was that for?” Charles asks, eyes wide and mouth kiss swollen.
Max shrugs. “Good luck charm, I guess.”
“Oh,” Charles says. Wants to say more. Wants to do it again. But then a harried Ferrari employee is rounding the corner and spots them, and starts yelling at Charles in rapid Italian about how he was supposed to be in the garage like ten minutes ago, and Max is being pulled in another direction by his security detail, and the moment is broken.
(It’s not until later, much later, when he’s on the top step of the podium, hoisting the trophy in the air, that he remembers.
The thing about curses, is that they can be broken. And the most common way, the best way, is true love’s first kiss.
Charles is feeling very excited about the Zandvoort Grand Prix, all of a sudden.)
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tell me a story about u
bestie you know more of my stories than anyone and you still want more?? i can’t believe you aren’t sick of them yet lmaoo. i’ll tell you a few from that liam-esque list i sent you a while back.
GATHER ROUND KIDS!! STORYTIME!!
story 1: idek when this was probably when i was like 13 but anyway we were gardening n shit and i was by all the tools takin a break bc i planted like 20 zucchini seeds (bad idea in hindsight all we ate that summer was zucchini) and i was tired. so i look down and there’s a garden hoe next to me and i’m getting flashbacks to my childhood when i watched tom and jerry obsessively and i think “huh. i wonder what would happen if i stepped on it” guess what happened. smacked me right in the face the second i stepped on it. blood went everywhere. face, clothes, tools, soil. brother is laughing. sister rushing for towels. mom making sure my nose wasn’t broken. dad wishing i was never born. my face messy with tears n blood n sweat. i consider this a win bc not only did i get to live out a childhood fantasy but i didn’t have to garden for the rest of the day!
story 2: i am. dumb. and impulsive. and i think movie magic applies to me. all this, but i’m 9 years old. we had just moved and a perk was that a golf cart came w the house. so when, for reasons i can’t remember, there was a dirt hill in my backyard i knew EXACTLY what to do with it bc i had just watched wreck it ralph AND played a mario kart tournament the night before so i know a ramp when i see one. see where im going w this? when i saw the dirt hill i got on the golf cart and fuckin floored it. the thing is, i didn’t know that the dirt wasn’t packed in, so it was too soft for the tires. i did not make it over. the cart tipped over and i fell out. it almost crushed me. the funniest part ab this is when my mom came over to check on me she was like “i saw you speed off and i KNEW what you were doing” i wasn’t allowed to try it again.
3. i had a goldfish named herbert. i won him at a festival when i was like 12 and he came in a plastic baggie like from finding nemo. so i brought him home and i quickly realized i had no place to put him bc he was my first (and only) fish. so i threw out these flowers my mom had in this really big vase and i put him in it instead. during this time i didnt have a phone bc i accidentally broke it a few days before when i was jump roping and had it in my pocket and it flew out. SO i didn’t know what to feed herbert bc no google and neither did anyone else and they didn’t want to help me raise my new son so i had to figure this out by myself. do you know what i fed him instead of fish food? ritz crackers. how tf was i supposed to know the salt from the crackers would kill him. the concept of “freshwater fish” eluded me at the time. i woke up the next day and he was floating at the top of the vase. but the worst part of this story? i was preparing a small, intimate funeral for herbert bc he deserved nothing less and i took him out of the vase and put him on a plate. then i left for like 5 minutes to make sure my brother and sister were going to be in attendance and to throw some rose petals in the toilet bc if i was gonna flush him it might as well be beautiful. but. when i went back to the kitchen to get herbert, my cat was eating him.
4. last story! my cousins and i are really close and we do this thing when all of us are available and we call it a version of guy’s grocery games based on who the judge is that night (we replace the g with our initial) where we each make food but change it up in a creative way. this time was pizza. i teamed up w one of my cousins and we decided to make a pizza based off the fast food chain raising canes. so we go to canes and order a bunch of chicken and fries and bread and we even got a cup full of canes sauce for $5 and we also bought a premade pizza dough. the pizza was DIVINE and i’d eat it again but be warned you need pepto bismal on hand if you eat it bc it’ll rly fuck up ur insides. but, even tho it was the best invention ever, we didn’t fucking win. what did we lose to, you ask? a ramen pizza. my brother and his gf made it w the recipe I SENT HIM!! but the thing is, this recipe called for soy sauce and my cousin is allergic to soy. my brother asked me for his allergy list in preparation and i forgot to put it on there. so my cousin was ab to take a bite when my brain connected the very very important dots and i smacked it out of his hand.
hope u enjoyed all that!!
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Oh Baby Part 6
Schoolboys can be cruel
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10 Part11 part12 part13 part14 part15 part16 part17 part18
“A boy, I’m having a grandson” Daichi’s mom squealed happily,” a future Captain in the making,” you said smiling patting his muscular thigh, he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles,” I can't wait” he kissed your cheek quickly.” Let’s get some food, my treat” his mom smiled starting the car.
“Who is this beauty?” the Nekoma Captain asked, letting go of Daichi’s hand,” My girlfriend “ Daichi wrapped his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his side,” Lucky man” Kuroo smiled,” You better give him all the loving as Nekoma is going to win” he smirked grabbing his friend Kenma by the hoodie and dragging him inside the gym.” Another one, how many attractive girls do you on your team,” a Mohawk guy said to Tanaka who smiled proudly,” A cheerleader” he added making the guy knees buckle,” A cheerleader and gorgeous one at that,” he said,” Hi, I’m Daichi, I’m the gorgeous girl boyfriend,” he said,” Teach me your ways” he replied to Daichi grabbing his pant leg,” Emmm-“,” Yamamoto, come in here. We need to get warmed up,” the libero said grabbing him by the ear,” Sorry for him” he bowed to you,” It’s fine,” you said. You watched them enter the gym when you stroked Tanaka at the back of his head,” I’m not a cheerleader anymore Tanaka” you reminded him,” He doesn’t need to know that. I’m trying to be build dominance over these city boys” he defended,” Well you can prove dominance by running 20 laps around the gym with a dive at end of round” Daichi said rubbing your belly softly, Tanaka’s head dropped and followed the rest of the group inside,” Win for me” you kissed his cheek,” What do I get if I won?” he asked flirtatiously,” Mmhh, how about a romantic bath, candlelight, music and all that jazz” you said biting your lip,” And I lose?” You pursed your lips,” you going to buy the whole team Ramen” you patted his belly before jogging towards the gym.
Karasuno lost, both as it was to be expected as it’s the first practice match with Asahi and Noya back,” Hey, don’t take it so serious Daichi. Think about it positively it’s good practice when you go to nationals” you patted his back,” But you know what this means... oh everyone Daichi is buying us all ramen, yes even Ukai and Daichi” you smiled making everyone cheer,” I take mine with extra pork” you laughed as everyone began listing their orders to the Captain.
The two of you arrived back home with full stomachs and an empty wallet for Daichi.” How did the practice match go?” his mom asked,” We lost but we can defiantly learn a few things from them and it’s good to start building connections again” Daichi said,” That’s a good attitude to have” Daichi’s dad said,” And now that you guys are here, we should hold a family meeting” he said giving you and Daichi a look which means it’s time to tell the rest of his family.
“As you guys know Y/N lives with us now and you probably want to know why?” Daichi’s dad began, his 14-year-old sister looked at you briefly before looking back at her dad,” She’s pregnant, it kinda easy to figure out with all the clues” she said,” Really, wow my brother knocked up the head cheerleader of Karasuno. Respect man” Daichi’s 13-year-old brother said,” Where do you learn this type of behaviour?” his mom scolded making him shrug, the two youngest looked confused,” What is pregnant?” his baby sister asked,” It means Y/N has a baby in her belly,” Daichi said,” How did it get there?” she asked curiously,” I put it there?” he said awkwardly,” How?” his other brother asked,” Emmmm, well” Daichi scratched the back his head,” They had sex and Daichi isn’t good at the pull-out method,” the 13-year-old said making your eyes widen and his older sister snicker,” Oh dear” his mom whispered face palming,” What’s sex?” the two youngest asked at the same time,” That’s a conversation for another day,” Daichi’s dad said making Daichi breathe a sigh of relief,” Y/N are you still cheerleader?”,” No, I’m not as it’s not saving for the baby,” you said crouching down to her size,” But will you be a cheerleader again?”,” Hopefully, I think its time for bed. It’s getting late,” you said rubbing her head making her smile.
“Well that was awkward,” you said climbing into bed,” Tell me about it... I hope Takada isn’t going to give the talk now. As I only can handle one embarrassment at a time,” he said pulling you closer to his body, he lifted your shirt and ran his warm hand on your belly,” Our little boy, I’m so happy that we finally know what we are having,” he said kissing your forehead,” Any name ideas already?” he bit his lip,” Nope, you?” you shook your head and giggled, burying your face into his chest,” I love you so much Y/N, and I love our son. I will take care of the two of you until my last breath. You don't need to worry,” he said,” I know, you really are the perfect man” you kissed his chest before inhaling his scent which is one of the most comforting thing in the world. “Getting pregnant at 17 wasn't on the plan but I’m happy it happened with you as the dad. If it was Asahi I think the poor boy would have gone into cardiac arrest already” you joked making Daichi laugh,” Asahi is the definition of don't judge a book by its cover. I just hope it hasn’t been spread around in the school yet as it just would be further stress on you” Daichi said stroking your back,” Can't wait for the talking with the Vice-principal, he isn't a fan of the club anyway. He doesn't care about a club until it wins comps that's why so many people join winning teams as you then can get away with murder with him. Like if a football team(soccer for the Americans) did the thing Noya did, they wouldn’t be expelled as they are the winning team” you scoffed,” Yeah, this school sucks” he whispered,” Let’s sleep and not think about the negatives” you hummed in agreement.
“Hey Y/N, if you want to sleep with me next? I promise not to knock you up” a guy said walking past you,” Hey, back off,” Daichi said standing in between the two of you,” I promise, I will be better than this loser who can’t even win a practice match against another loser club” he smirked,” Or did you spread your legs to make him feel better” he joked making his friends chuckle,” But the sex must have been good when he spilt inside of you” he continued,” Shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” Daichi said, he clenched his jaw, you rubbed his shoulder trying to calm him down,” Go ahead, punch me and you get expelled and you won't be able to witness your club losing in regionals”, you felt a hand brush against your skirt making you quickly turn around, your back facing Daichi’s,” Come on baby, let me see. Cheerleaders like you give it up every day to us”,” I’m not a cheerleader anymore and I’m loyal to Daichi” he chuckled, Daichi by this time turned around wrapping his arm around your waist,” Hmmm for now, you will come for one of us the second he drops your pregnant as for that other loser...what’s her name.. ah yeah Michimyia”,” I would never” Daichi growled,” Sureeee” the first boy said pushing past Daichi,” Your still a man Sawamura, you have needs and she won’t be able to go on her knees soon-” Daichi heard enough and was ready to deck the two football players but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder,”Asahi?” you mumbled beside him was Suga, both of them wore unreadable expression,” So you recommend Daichi to leave Y/N as she won’t be able to give it up to Daichi soon anymore? But you are still trying to get her to sleep with you? Interesting” Suga said stuffing his hands in his pocket, he was about to open his mouth when a firm voice cut him off,” Don’t, knowing your ways of expressing yourself it won't be saved for school,” Takeda said with a smile but it wasn't his usual smile, it was the smile he used to dampen his criticism for the Volleyball club. The two football players roll their eyes and walk towards their classes,” Ohh that was scary” Asahi said dropping the unreadable look,” The two of you okay?” he added,” Yeah, thanks” you said,” I guess everyone knows now” you sighed snuggling into Daichi’s chest,” Daichi, I know you want to protect Y/N rightfully so but violence isn't going solve it. In this school status matter, unfortunately, these two are part of winning teams-”,” and we aren't which means he would get away with a slap on the wrist and I will be expelled” Daichi sighed making Takeda nodded,” Let’s win than if we need to win to have some ooze of respect in this school. Let’s do it” he patted your head,” I like the sound of that but now off to class, and please try not to get into a fight. I have a meeting to go to which involves the club. I talk about the result later. Have a nice day” he said.
“I walk you to class,” Daichi said wrapping his arm around your waist, his fingers grazing your belly,” Daichi, do you want me to suck you off?” the question threw him off,” What? No,” he said,” But they’re right you still have needs-”,” I can handle these needs, you being comfortable is more important. I loved having sex with you, I loved being so connected with you but I really love just cuddling with you, holding your hand in mine and kissing you. If you want to have sex, we can but only if you really want it. Don’t feel obligated to pleasure me, the next months will be all about your and the baby's needs” he said stroking your face, pinching your cheeks making you giggle.” I really love cuddling with you, it’s the best feeling, want to take bath together after practice, just cuddling?”,” I love that, sounds perfect. Mostly Ukai will be training us to death”,” Welcome to my world” you pecked his lips.
#daichi x fem reader#daichi sawamura x you#daichi x pregnant!reader#daichi sawamura x reader#daichi x you#daichi x reader#daichi sawamura#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x self insert
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Verstappen not interested in setting F1 title record as two-time champ says hes already happy
Max Verstappen has spoken about his long-term goals and future in Formula 1, making clear that he is “not interested” in setting the outright record for world titles and already feels fulfilled with what he has achieved.
Verstappen made his F1 debut in 2015 at the age of 17 and has racked up 37 wins, 22 pole positions, 80 podiums and two world championships to date, with his 2023 title defence starting in impressive fashion.
READ MORE: ‘I don’t see him being a Fernando Alonso’ says Horner as he discusses Verstappen’s future in F1
A recently-signed contract extension will keep Verstappen at Red Bull until at least the end of 2028, when he will turn 30, and team boss Christian Horner has predicted that the Dutchman won’t be “a Fernando Alonso” by racing into his 40s.
Ahead of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix, Verstappen was asked about his current deal and whether he thinks he will be motivated to add to it when the time comes – with the potential for several more titles to be won between now and then.
Verstappen and Red Bull have formed a formidable partnership in F1
“It depends how competitive the car is in that last season as well, and maybe also it depends on the opportunities you have around Formula 1, or what you’re already doing outside of Formula 1 at the time, so at the moment it’s a bit difficult to imagine what’s going to happen past 2028,” he said.
Pushed on whether being recognised as the greatest driver in F1 history motivates him, Verstappen stated: “No. I’m not interested in winning seven or eight titles. If you have the car to do so, then great. But even if it doesn’t [happen], I’m happy – I’m already happy, so it’s OK!”
READ MORE: ‘He deserves a lot more’ – Verstappen backs Alonso to break his decade-long victory drought in 2023
One possibility put to Verstappen was that of a break, or sabbatical, from F1, which fellow two-time champion Alonso opted for a few years ago to try out different categories.
“It’s difficult to say when you’ve never had a break, right? I will always be on the grid until the end of 2028,” he said in response. “I’m still very young, but I always said that I also want to do other kinds of competitions, a bit like what Fernando did.
Verstappen has won two of the first three races this season
“But also, when you have been, let’s say, winning a lot, or at least driving at the front, it needs to be also worth it to come back. Because, if you then come back and you don’t really have a chance of winning, it’s probably even harder to motivate yourself day in, day out, to travel all over the world and not spend time with family, friends and doing other things.”
Verstappen continued: “I think every person is a bit different. It also depends a bit what you want out of your life. Some people just love racing and that’s the only thing they know or want to do. I’m probably a bit more in the middle. I do love racing but I also want to do other kinds of racing.”
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As for where that might be, he commented: “Endurance, eventually. Even if it’s not with my dad, we’ll see. I also have the passion of maybe setting up my own team and stuff, so there’s a lot of things I would like to do outside of just driving myself.”
Verstappen heads into round four of the 2023 season with a 15-point lead over team mate Sergio Perez in the drivers’ standings, while Red Bull are 58 points clear of Aston Martin in the constructors’ battle.
via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com
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HOW I BECAME THE WIZARD OF CLOGS, GINGHAM STYLE.
Martha came home from school and asked if she could put on one of her blue and white gingham summer school dresses. I scratched my head and explained to her that, in this house, we normally put a school dress on BEFORE school as opposed to after school.
"Silly daddy". how wrong I was. Martha wanted the blue summer dress because she wanted to dress up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and play Wizard of Oz after school. OZBVIOUSLY. I dug out one of the summer dresses (which are a lot smaller than they were last summer when she was 4 and a half, and may well not actually fit her properly when summertime eventually rolls around), Martha took off her regular school uniform and activated gingham summer mode, then grabbed a toy dog which was christened Toto. I had to sit downstairs on the sofa (one of my dfavourite parts of Martha's games...until things like street feathers make an appearance), and read the Wizard of Oz book. Martha then magically appeared out of the book, really confused that she was no longer in Kansas, but on our Persian rug in Doncaster via the power of a fictional tornado.
There was one tiny detail that ruined Martha's gameplay. 'Dorothy' had her dog, her pigtails, her blue check dress and confused mental state, but no ruby red slippers from the corpse of a squished wicked witch. I explained to Martha that we didn't HAVE any ruby red slippers in the house, and maybe her LOL doll fluffy slippers with a non-slip grip would do the job instead.
"Dadddddd...that's really silly. They NEED to be ruby red slippers. Dad can you buy me some ruby red slippers now PLEAASSSSEEE?"
"No Martha, I can't because it's teatime and I haven't even started ot make our food yet and, more importantly, we don't have a ruby red slipper shop in town".
"I know what I can do! I will just message mummy and she will buy them for me". She sent a voice message for mum on her tablet clearly stating the situation. "Muuuuuuuum, dad can't get me any ruby red slippers and I need to be Dorothy, so can you please get some on your way home from from work yes thank you OK bye love you".
I then told Martha not to be upset if mum didn't return from work with a pair of brand spanking new, sparkly ruby red slippers, as I didn't think there was a ruby red shoe shop on her route back from work. It was then I heard a 'PLINK'. It was the sound of a penny dropping. We had been crafting a wooden egg (being a non-egg household) into King Charles for a school Easter egg decorating competition where first prize was a non-vegan Easter egg*. Despite the brilliance of our collective effort, I kind of hoped that we wouldn’t win it, as I'd have to add the incident to the ever-growing list of anti-vegan discrimination at school. I was turning into one of THOSE vegans. We were using a large sheet of red felt to make Charles’ coronation cape. I had never made shoes before, but hey, how hard could it be? The answer is not very hard at all.
Martha stood on the red felt and I drew round her feet and made a template to make some kind of slipper cum moccasin cum shoe cum ruby red slipper. After almost an hour ofmore cutting, templating, trying on and stitching, tea was not ready and mum was on her way home, but 'Dorothy' had a pair of ruby red felt slippers that were very pointy, more like an elf shoe or something Noel Fielding would wear than a ruby red slipper that Dorothy pried from a poor flat dead witch, but I think I did really well with the material and time constraints before me. I warded myself six dad points. Martha told me that she could now really become Dorothy, and that she was going to cry some happy tears because I had done exactly what she wanted for her. I also cried a few happy tears because it was 6pm, which meant that it was far too late to make tea, so Martha voice messaged mum to ask her to get chippy tea on her way home. Magic.
*update: we only went and fucking WON the Royal egg decorating contest! Martha’s prize was a huge milk chocolate egg, which was swiftly traded for a 100% vegan friendly Disney Princess colour your own jigsaw kit.
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Hello! This might be to personal so feel free to ignore but I just binged Sliding Into Home (I try not to read fics until they’re complete but I couldn’t skip past a baseball AU for the 15th time). I’m assuming you’re from St. Louis with how well you write the Cardinals and the city but how did you get into baseball? And if I’m completely wrong and you’re not from St. Louis, how did you end up a Cardinals fan? Your passion and love for the sport shines through in every chapter and truly makes is such a well rounded fic.
Hello Nonny!
First off, I’m so glad that you like it and you gave it a shot! I know it’s not complete but I update every 2-3 days on the regular :) I also try to do art when I have the time, so I’d be more than happy to have you on this journey if you’re willing to jump on the crazy train!
So my love affair with the Cardinals began at an early age. My dad is a HUGE baseball fan and we do NOT like Chicago (we don’t support any teams from there which is a completely different ask). They tried to get me into Softball but I never wanted to play that. I thought it was dumb we had to throw underhand and I wanted to play with the boys. (Nothing wrong with softball players, it just wasn’t for me).
I didn’t grow up in St. Louis, but a small city about 2/2.5 hours away in a little town called Peoria Illinois (I don’t live there anymore so I don’t feel bad about saying all this) If you happen to be a Cardinals fan you might know that that is where the lower A minor league team is. Now I grew up in the late 90s early 00’s and lower A is where Albert Pujols and Yadier Molina started. So I’ve been watching them since I was just a kid. (NGL I thought Yadi was adorable and in my little 9-10 year old brain thought I had a chance of marrying him. Cause you know… realistic expectations))
I also got lucky, during two pivotal ages (14 and 20) The Cardinals won the World Series. Having something that you have some interest in winning a championship is a good way to keep that interest as you get older. It also helps that I grew up “one of the guys” and for some reason being able to talk baseball was a way to impress them? (I don’t know they always thought it was weird that I could talk baseball since I was a girl… remember early 00s) However, during all this time I was a pretty casual fan. I knew the basics of baseball, what players were what, what pitches were what, strikes, balls, that sort of stuff.
When I moved out of Illinois I was lucky enough to live close to an NL team that I could go see them every year, but about 2 seasons ago it really started to hit me… Yadi and Waino were getting up there in seasons, getting up there in age and I didn’t know how much longer I’d have with them, so I started paying more attention.
Suddenly ERAs and WHIP and put outs started being more important, I started getting to know the players AROUND Yadi and Waino, Goldy, Edman, Bader (we’re not talking about him it still hurts my heart, though I love Nootsy to death). Batting averages started to become important, line ups started making SENSE.
I started paying attention to our minor leagues, Gorman and Walker and Yepez (though Donovan took me by surprise). and then we got Arenado and Nootbaar and my love for the game got reinvigorated the same as it was when I was a little girl wanting to go to a chiefs game every weekend.
So long story short nonny, my love affair with baseball, while very different, has been as long as Bradleys has. And I’m glad that it shines through on paper.
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Hey honey, a blurb request for MMIH series can u write abt their firsts? Like the first time the kids say mommy and daddy and their first baby steps and can u add some more firsts plzz ignore this if u don't wanna write love ur writing ❤️❤️
Thank you so much!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.
FIRSTS
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : fluff
Match made in Hell (series)
Leah had always been more vocal than her brother. Whenever you held her in your arms she would be babbling gibberish cheerfully as if she had lots of things to say to you. And ready to scream the second she didn’t get her way.
“Like mother, like daughter. Bossing everyone around from now itself” Tom had said jokingly once.
You were sitting against the headboard on your bed with Nathan in your arms. A milk bottle in your hand as you fed him before you can put him to sleep.
Tom was laying next to you with Leah comfortably seated on his chest. She was quick to finish her bottle but seemed to be in no mood to go to sleep so Tom was busy playing with her. The sight itself made you smile at how small she was against his broad frame.
“C’mon princess say ‘daddy’ ” Tom said encouragingly one more time. He had been trying to make her say daddy for the past one week with no success. Leah babbled some gibberish in return and then let out a loud squeal clapping her hands gleefully.
“Okay, how about ‘mommy’ baby?” you asked. Her attention turned to you for a moment. She uttered the same gibberish to you smiling before going on to tugging the gold chain around Tom’s neck.
Tom sighed in resignation.
“They are not even one yet you know” you said.
“Well almost one so she can say something”
“You’re just trying to make her say 'daddy' first so you can win the bet” You narrowed your eyes.
“That’s another thing but I want to listen to her say daddy in her sweet little voice. Will you say it for me, love?” Tom cooed. Leah pinched his nose instead with her chubby fingers as Tom let out a small ‘ow’.
You snorted. “Serves you right.”
“Got your mum’s temper as well I see” He chuckled, shaking his head.
His hand reached out to brush away a thick lock of her hair falling over her face. Tom glanced at his little girl lovingly observing how she got your beautiful eyes as well as nose and mouth. A mini version of you.
“Da-da” Leah said absentmindedly, playing with the gold chain. Both of you perked up and looked at each other with wide eyes. A light gasp escaped Tom’s mouth as he sat up with Leah on his lap.
“Did you? Did you just say dada?” He asked her, still thinking he might have heard wrong. Leah just looked at his face with her big round eyes.
“Can you say it again? Can you say dada again Leah?”
“Da-da...dada” She repeated over and over again clapping her hands in joy at her new found word.
“Aww my little princess you don’t know how happy I am” He lifted her and smothered her face with kisses. Leah just giggled having no idea why her dad was almost on the verge of crying out of happiness.
“We are going shopping tomorrow. Will buy you new clothes as well as toys” Tom announced with utmost joy.
“What, are you crazy? She already has dozens of dresses and she’s growing out of them really fast” You argued.
“So we will get her more. Her daddy rules this city and she is his princess and she will be treated like one.” He said proudly as you just shook your head. “Also I won the bet by the way” He gave you a smug look.
“Well we still have this one to decide the winner.” You glanced down at Nathan fast asleep in your lap.
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It was a known fact Nailah was a daddy’s girl while Nathan was a mama’s boy. That boy would never want to leave your side for a minute and since the day he started crawling he has become a serious tripping hazard following you everywhere you go.
You were in the living room as you made Nate and Leah sit on the play mat and gave them their toys. As they got busy playing you decided to make a quick trip to the kitchen and grab some coffee.
Pouring the coffee in a mug you added some sugar, stirring it with a spoon. A gasp left your mouth the moment you turned around to find your one year old son at the doorway. No doubt he had crawled across the hallway to the kitchen following you.
You put the mug on the kitchen counter and was about to go pick him up but then you stopped. You watched him carefully as he grabbed on the side of the door frame and slowly stood up on his wobbly feet. Your heart swelled with happiness as he stood there holding the door frame with a big smile.
“Oh my god Nate! You stood up on your own.” You went and scooped him up in your arms. “C’mere my little man. Mommy is so proud of you.” You said kissing his chubby cheeks.
“Daddy would be so happy to hear about it”
Tom was over the moon when you told him about Nathan learning to walk over the phone. Though he was a little upset that he couldn’t see it himself because he had to fly out to Berlin for a very important business deal to make. You sent him little videos of Nathan trying to walk and falling down after a few steps to cheer him up.
And when he returned from the trip you made sure Nathan was the first one to greet him as he walked up to his dad— still a little wobbly but he has progressed a lot. You should have seen the smile on Tom’s face as he picked him up in his arms.
Leah wasn’t far behind her brother either; it was a matter of days that she might start walking soon enough.
The other day you were in the living room with the twins. You stood Leah up on the mat and slowly removed your hands away from her sides.
“C’mere Leah. Come to daddy” Tom held his arms open smiling. She grinned and took a wobbly step. You held your breath behind her ready to catch her if she falls. Leah took another step as Tom encouraged her more. Suddenly she took two more and rushed over to Tom surprising you both.
“Good job princess” Tom laughed and kissed her. “You’re getting big my little girl.”
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Days went by as your little munchkins grew a little everyday in front of your eyes and learnt new things. You wished you could slow down time because you are already missing the days when they were little.
“Mama, look” Leah broke you out of your thoughts. She showed you the tower she had built with the colorful blocks.
“That's beautiful, sweetie. Well done” You said smiling.
“Nate, come” She then grabbed her brother’s hand and dragged him with her to help her bring more blocks from the toy box.
Tom was sitting beside you on the couch checking his mails on his phone as you watched Nathan and Nailah running around in the room. A line of worry creased your forehead.
Nathan has always been the quieter one. He was happy to observe his surroundings and let his sister take the spotlight. He occasionally babbled and enjoyed pointing at things that interested him but never did he say a complete word and it worried you.
“Y/N you alright darling?” Tom said, noticing your worried expression.
“Hmm... Yeah I’m fine”
“You look worried. C’mon talk to me” He said rubbing your shoulders.
You knew you shouldn’t be worried. It's normal for babies to start talking around 12-18 months of age but nothing can convince your mother’s heart.
“Nothing as such it’s just the twins are almost 16 months where Leah is learning new words everyday Nate hasn’t spoken a single word”
“He is a man of few words” He said jokingly to lighten up your mood.
“Very funny” You grimaced.
“Oh c’mon darling. The doctor told us he will talk to us when he’s ready we can’t force him” He said.
“I know but I still can’t stop worrying. What if something is wrong with him?” You said with concern.
“I’m sure he is fine. Don’t worry darling” He pulled you closer kissing your forehead.
“Dah-lin” You heard and looked at your baby boy standing near the couch.
“What- what did you say bud?” Tom asked him with a wide grin on his face.
“Dahlin” Nate repeated the word pointing at you.
“That’s right bud!” Tom exclaimed. Both of you elated that your son finally said his first word.
“It’s mama baby say mama” you tried to correct him.
“Dahlin” He giggled even more and Tom rolled over laughing at your side.
"It's all your fault" You glared at Tom.
"What do I call you then if not darling?" he said in his defense.
"Dahlin" Nathan said it again as you picked him up and sat him on your lap.
“Well I’m happy you said something but you need to stop calling me darling I've had enough of that name already” You said looking at Tom playfully.
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland smut#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x you#tom holland fluff#mob! tom#mob! tom holland#dad!tom#tom holland fanfiction
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Jealousy
PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem. Reader (ft. Taehyung and NCT Jaehyung)
RATING: Mature 18+
GENRE: NonIdol Au. Highschool Au. Smut. Fluff
WC: 8K
SUMMARY: You and Jungkook have been best friends since the beginning of time. You spent every waking moment together until one night your at a party and the feelings you have been trying to keep inside decide they want to erupt and make your life harder than you ever could have expected.
WARNINGS: Swearing. under aged drinking. Big dick Jungkook. Oral (Fem. Rec.) Nipple Play. Fingering (Fem. Rec.) Multiple Orgasms. Cream Pie. Unprotected Sex. Slight Daddy Kink. Slight degradation (hardly mentioned). Thigh Ridding.
A/N: I’m so happy I’m finally done with it. I am so happy with the result. I have been working hard for the last few days getting this ready to post so sorry if anything is spelt wrong or doesn’t make sense. ENJOY!
You and Jungkook have been best friends since the first grade. It all started when you fell off the monkey bars during recess. Your palms and knees were bloody and scraped. The cement was rough against your skin and you could see those small little rocks in the small cuts on your hands. As a little kid they seemed way worse than they really were. You were scared you would need to go to the doctors for stiches and then they would need to give you a shot. You were like 7, things like that terrified you.
When you looked up through your watery eyes, you could see a little boy with cute cheeks, deep brown eyes, and bangs. You looked back down at the ground and wiped off your cheeks and nose. When you looked back up you saw the same boy but with his hand out for you to grab. You reached out to grab it and he pulled you up with a huge grin and a huff.
“I’m Jungkook but my friends call me Kookie.”
“I'm Y/N. Thanks for helping me up Jungkook.” You though it had a nice ring to it.
“No problem. I have a band aid in my pocket, you can have it”
“Really? Thanks.” When he handed you the band aid you couldn’t help but notice it had a small picture of Woody from Toy Story on it.
In the days that went by, you two hung out nonstop. He told you almost everything that you could learn about a 7-year-old. You learned his birthday was September 1st, he has an older brother named SeokJin that everyone calls Jin, he likes pizza, and loves soccer. You knew other things of course, but those were just some of the basics.
You became best friends extremely fast and spent most of your summer together. You went to the beach more than once a week. Your parents became friends with his parents and there was no going back on this friendship now. You did develop a teensy tiny basically non-existent crush on Jin but it quickly went away when Jungkook called you out on it and asked you to never see his brother in that light again. You agreed because even though you were only now 8, you still had your priorities and Jungkook was in the top 3.
By the time second grade came around he asked you, aka forced you, into joining his soccer team so you could “spend more time together.” You whined for the entire first practice. Since your mom was excited to finally see you doing a sport, she put your hair up in pigtails and bought you neon pink knee socks with a just as neon yellow visor. You were not happy. When you got to the field you felt out of place and like everyone was laughing at you. Those worries effected how you played. Just because you never played the sport before doesn’t mean you weren’t somewhat decent at it.
You knew how to dribble kind of well and you had decent aim when trying to make the ball in the net. But your real strong suit was goalie. You were never afraid of the ball or of getting hurt. If you needed to you would gladly dive for the ball if that’s what your team needed to win a game. You were never a girly girl so getting dirt on your knees never bothered you.
Despite all of this you still didn’t want to try out. Your mom was loud and never stopped cheering your name, no matter where you were. You had no other siblings so it’s not like she had anywhere else to be. She had her own small company that way she could create her own schedule and get to go to anything you wanted her to and as far as she knew that was everything. All of your class field trips, sport games, school plays, everything. You were too nervous to tell her otherwise because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings. You know that she only went overboard because she loves you so much but sometimes you wished she loved you a little less. And your dad was always busy with his 9-5 job so he never went to any of your things.
You never stopped playing though. You ended up enjoying the sport more than you could have expected. It was even more enjoyable since you were actually good at it, you always got to be goalie in all of your games. You and Jungkook were actually the star players on your co-ed team. And whenever Jungkook would ask you about why you still played even though you “didn’t like it that much” you always said you liked it enough to continue playing and that you had nothing better to do. You knew deep down that he knew you enjoyed the sport just as much as him, but you also knew he would never call you out on it.
You won almost all of your games, and you and Jungkook always fought over who deserved the trophy’s. Your argument was that the goalie was a key role to stop the other team from scoring. Jungkook’s was that he made most of the goals to keep your teams score up too high for the other team to ever catch up. It always came to a vote among your teammates, Jungkook always won and you knew it was because most of the girls had a crush on him and wanted him to like them back.
Besides that, nothing exciting happend in your friendship for a while. You spent a lot of time playing soccor in parks and when it was soccor season. You spent all of your summers together and both you’re your guys’ parent let you two get a golden retriever to take care of named Olive the summer before 6th grade. She was staying at Jungkook’s though because it was his idea in the first place. It didn’t mean you never go to see her there. You spent half of your summer there so you saw her a lot.
In your summer of 7th grade Olive got hit by a truck. You were both devasted and Jungkook spent a week at your house. All because Jin forgot to let Olive in at night so she decided to run. Jungkook didn’t talk to Jin for almost a month.
Then in 8th grade a boy named Park Jimin decided to throw a “End of the Summer Almost Freshmen in High-School” party. In reality it was more like ten people that were all in some way shape or form a part of his friend circle. You were invited because they needed another girl to come and Jungkook talked you up so much Jimin had no choice.
The night was all fun and games until his parents went to bed. He quickly grabbed an empty 16-liter Coca-Cola bottle and sat it in the middle of the floor and had everyone gather around in a circle. You were beyond nervous considering you hardly knew any of the boys that were playing and you have never had you first kiss.
A few rounds went by and nothing particularly interesting happened. Jimin kissed some girl named Emily that you didn’t like that much anyways. Then it was Jungkook’s turn. He spun it and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It felt as if the bottle was spinning non-stop. Past Emily, past Nichole, past Maddison, past Jimin, past everyone else. Then it stopped, and pointed at you.
You felt your heart speed up. You couldn’t kiss your best friend. It was wrong in so many ways. But the chanting of your names in the background couldn’t go unnoticed. You had no choice but to kiss him. Well, you kind of did but you were hoping that by doing something like this people will start to like you more and not look at you as Jungkook’s best friend. You both sat up and looked each other in the eyes.
Slowly the rest of the world started to silently drift away. You don’t know if it was because everyone around you stopped talking to watch the kiss or because you were to focused on Jungkook and nothing else. His right hand slowly went to up to your caress your cheek while his left hand was on the floor keeping him balanced. You couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his eyes. The way they traveled from your pupils, to the tip of your nose, and finally landing on your lips. The way his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your cheek leaving a burning sensation wherever it touched. The way he locked eyes with you one last time to make sure he had your permission first.
You noticed that the second you nodded your head giving him permission; he didn’t waste a second to kiss you. The kiss was soft but urgent. Like you both have been waiting for this very moment for so long. Once he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes and gave you a look you would never forget. He smirked.
You couldn’t help but shake your head in absolute confusion and utter disbelief. Did he want that kiss to happen? Did he do that because the guys were watching? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew, was that you’ve had a huge crush on your best friend since the very beginning.
Ever since that day he helped you up from the dirty ground when your hands and knees you scraped and bloody. Ever since he told you it was a good idea to co-own a puppy. Ever since the last day of middle school when you took a selfie jumping with glee. These feelings had been hiding ever since the beginning, and Jungkook’s lips was the only thing to break down the barriers and release those feelings.
You didn’t bother to sit back down in the circle. You wanted to go home, needed to go home. You didn’t want to wake up your parents and ask them to pick you up. You also didn’t want to walk through the door and have them ask why you came home. You knew exactly what to do.
Call Jin.
He answered on about the fourth ring. “Hello?” said the course and tired voice from the other line. You felt bad the second you heard him speak because you knew you woke him up.
“Hey Jin. Umm I was wondering if you could pick me up from the party?” You were prepared to literally beg him to come pick you up.
“Whatever. It’s the same house Kookie’s at, right?” You couldn’t believe you didn’t even need to ask twice.
“That is very correct. I will be ready and waiting outside for you to pull up.”
“Loser. I will be there in 10, don’t make me wait.” You couldn’t help but smile widely while you were getting you stuff together and putting your shoes on.
“Y/N? What are you doing?” You have got to be kidding.
“Hey Jungkook, what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean what am I doing here. I was invited” You can see it written all over his cute little bunny face that he was so confused.
“I- I'm just not feeling too well, I'm going home” You couldn’t help the painfully obvious stutter as you lied to your best friend’s face.
“How, it’s a sleep over? Your mom won’t be thrilled if you called her at 1 o’clock in the morning.”
“I already called someone, and they should be here any minute now so you can go back and enjoy kissing those other girls.” What did you just say? You couldn’t stop the words before they came out. Would that be how he found out you liked him? Is that the sentence that would ruin your friendship? Sometimes you felt so very stupid.
“Okay I will.” With that he walked back to continue the game of spin the bottle with a huge smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide and mouth agape. You couldn’t help but wonder if that kiss meant nothing to him. As far as you knew that was his first kiss, and it was most defiantly yours.
As you were lost in your dark cloud of thoughts, your phone dinged making you jump a little. It was Jin texting you that he was already there to pick you up. If you were honest, you weren’t expecting him to be here this fast.
You quickly picked your bag off of the ground, slipped on your black and white checkered Vans, and made your way out the door. When you got to Jin’s car, you quickly threw your stuff in the back and climbed into the passenger seat.
“Where to Y/N?” You could still hear the sleep in his voice and see it in his eyes. He was wearing a simple grey Champion hoodie with black Nike joggers. His hair was all messy from sleeping and the moon perfectly aligned his features. You couldn’t lie, Jin was one of the most attractive men you have ever seen, but you prefer guys closer to your age. Plus, you like the younger brother anyway. Hey snap out of it you need to not like your best friend.
“Um, Y/N? Where do you want me to take you because if you don’t speak up, I will take you straight home.”
“Oh, sorry. Can I just crash at your guys’ place? I know Kookie’s not there but I don’t want my parents asking questions and to yell at me for waking you up.” Yes, you were playing the, ‘please don’t rat me out’ card. But you weren’t lying to him so what’s the problem?
“Sure, just sleep in Kook’s bed. You tend to snore sometimes.” He reached over to ruffle your hair with a huge grin on his face
“Hey! I do not snore!” You felt like a 5-year-old throwing a fit with the way you pouted out your bottom lip, crossed your arms over your chest, and sank into the seat.
“Whatever dork. Why do you want to leave early anyways? Did something happen?” You could tell he was genuinely concerned, and he was crazy good at keeping secrets so what was the harm in telling him about your mild crush on his little brother.
“At the party after Jimin’s parents went to sleep we all played spin the bottle and when it was Kookie’s turn I suddenly was really really nervous it would land on one of the other girls and I didn’t know why but then it landed on me and we kissed and now I think I have a moderately huge crush on him that I never realized I had before and I'm kind of freaking out. Don’t tell anybody though please,” You finally took a breath after your long and wordy run on sentence.
“You’re just now realizing?” Jin had a huge smile on his face and was laughing but you had no idea why.
“What do you mean ‘you’re just now realizing?’” You had no idea what he was talking about.
“Y/N you and Jungkook obviously have had huge crushes on each other for like ever. He admitted his to me a while ago.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and you knew you would ask Jungkook about it the next time you saw him.
“Can you just take me to your place. It’s late and I'm tired,” After your friendly reminder Jin drove off to his house so you could sleep. He didn’t poke and prod at it any more and you were grateful. Jin was the older brother you never had and you were the little sister he always wanted.
When you woke up Jungkook was already there. You told him about how Jungkook told him that he had a crush on you. Jungkook shot you down almost immediately saying it was just a way to attempt to humiliate him. You felt hurt. Your best friend of years and your huge crush basically said it would be humiliating to have a crush on you. Lucky for you, you left very shortly after and spent your weekend preparing for your first year of high school and getting over your crush on Jungkook. Mostly.
****
Your freshman year was chaotic. You and Jungkook had only a few classes together so you almost drifted apart. It didn’t help that ever since the party Jungkook seemed to be hiding something from you. Something big. The only thing that kept you close was soccor and Jin. But after first semester Jungkook started hanging out with seniors and going to parties. You asked to go once, thinking that he would stay by your side and not let you be taken away by some guy you didn’t know. That wasn’t the case.
Once you entered through the doors Jungkook quickly left your side and got drunk. You caught him in a corner making out with a girl you had never seen before. Then you watched as he pulled her away to a room. Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed close behind. After a minute of them being alone in a room you began hearing moans. You were destroyed.
You quickly made your way to the door so you could go back home, when you ran into a very beautiful man. He couldn’t have been much older than you. He had beautiful chestnut hair and two beautiful dimples. You didn’t even bother asking for his name once you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You let him lead you to a room, know what was going to happen.
That was how you lost your virginity. It wasn’t special liked you hoped it was going to be. You later learned his name was Jaehyun. It didn’t matter because you didn’t plan on talking to him again. Neither of you wanted anything more than sex that night.
You and Jungkook got into a fight one night. You don’t know what happened to start the fight. All you remember is that it ended with both of you in tears and him hugging you like he never wanted to let go. You made up and everything that happened before that was forgotten. Mostly.
You spent the rest of your school years studying hard and getting through all of your actual difficult classes so the only non-elective class you were taking senior year was your English class. Which you had with Jungkook, of course. You spent your summers with him and you both made it into varsity soccor. He knew the truth about your love for soccor when he heard you talking to your mom about it.
You still hadn’t had a boyfriend yet in your sophomore year. You were just too busy with school to actually try to get a dude’s attention, and you said your junior year was going to be different. You would meet a guy, get Jungkook’s approval, fall in love, have the ‘break up talk’ when you sign up for college, and most likely do just that, break up. The only key problem is that whenever you were walking in the halls and saw a cute guy Jungkook would always say he was a dick and that he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. You tended not to ask questions.
But now you were standing in front of your full-length body mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in your outfit and occasionally touching up your make up or hair. Your first day of senior year outfit was simple but was sure to turn heads. You opted for a tight-fitted white crop top that showed your cleavage, skinny ripped jeans that hugged your ass perfectly that also had a rip under your left ass cheek, and your black heeled Timberland’s. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup looked flawless. You asked Jungkook to bring one of his black leather jackets for you to wear over everything. Damn you looked good.
Just as you were shaking out any last nervous jitters you heard a honk, indicating that your best friend was here to pick you up. You quickly grabbed your bag, ran down stairs, and grabbed two slices of toast for breakfast. Saying by to your parents you turned the nob of the door handle and ran out towards Jungkook’s car. As you opened the door to his red convertible, he looked at you and his jaw dropped. You missed the way his eyes scanned your figure and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. He was eating you up in his mind, hoping you didn’t notice.
“Hey Kookie, do you have the jacket I asked for?” You handed him a piece of toast as your put on your seatbelt, shaking him out of his trance as he gave you said jacket.
“Ready for our first day? You’re going to be turning heads in that outfit,” You missed the way his eyes snuck a glance at your cleavage before driving off.
“I know right. I’ve been single all of high school so far and this year I want that to change.” You had a huge smile plastered across your face as you spoke. “I like your outfit by the way, it’s nice.” He was wearing black skinny jeans, black doc martins, a black tee, and a black faux leather jacket. And because of Jungkook’s new found passion of working out his thighs looked incredible.
“Thanks. Are we still going out to lunch so we don’t need to eat cafeteria food?”
“Duh, what else, and chew with your mouth closed you look like a 7-year-old.” You rolled your eyes and Jungkook did not miss the small and simple gesture.
“Hey! You’re the one who became friends with this 7-year-old.”
“That’s not fair you were an angel sent from heaven, my savior. Now you’re just a jack-ass.
“I know you love me.”
“Jungkook what would you know. At first you thought that 7x7 was 64.”
“Oh my god woman will you just drop that I was in 3rd grade.” You both just laughed at each other’s silly antics from when you were younger until you pulled into the school’s parking lot. The second you stood up and walked over to walk in with your best friend, every one stopped and stared. It felt like one of those dramatic movie scenes where the wind is blowing and everything turns into slow motion while you hear the main characters internal monolog.
“Why is everyone staring at us, is something in my teeth? Did my makeup smudge?” You pulled at the side of his jacket making him lean down so you could whisper in his ear. Just because you were walking in 4-inch heels did not make you as tall as him.
“No dummy. We look like the ultimate power couple right now. The hottest girl and guy in school, of course they’re staring.” You were so busy nodding your head and looking at other people that you didn’t catch the way his eyes fell to the curve of your ass.
You walked into school going to your respectable homerooms, then meeting up in the hall to go to your shared English class. You noticed that the popular girls kept trying to befriend you. You knew it was because you were now a threat and they did not want you to be prom queen. Last year you weren’t but guess who was, Emily. You still didn’t like each other. You don’t know why you didn’t get along but it’s not like you wanted to be her friend or something.
You and Jungkook sat down next to each other talking about how weird the day had been. People were still staring but who could blame them, you both had huge summer glow ups.
When you looked up at the clock hanging above the door, you notice a boy you’ve never seen before. He was incredibly attractive and had a beautiful symmetric face. You felt like you were drooling while you stared at him. Then he looked over at you and smiled. How the hell does a man’s smile look like that. You finally met the man that would actually rival Jungkook’s own good looks.
“Hey can I sit here?” You jumped when he asked the question, not expecting his voice to also sound hot.
“Yeah, Y/N by the way.” You held out your hand for him to take, but instead of shaking it he placed an opened mouth kissed on your knuckles. Wow he was hot. It made your thighs clench. Jungkook just rolled his eyes.
“Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” You were so entranced by this new boy’s handsome good looks you didn’t see the terrifying daggers Jungkook was sending his way. He read him like a book. He would lead a girl on, take her innocence, and then leave her out to dry.
Jungkook didn’t just guess this either, he had Taehyung’s snapchat and snapped him one summer after he saw him at a party. Taehyung had told Jungkook his tactics, and Jungkook even went to his house where he witnessed him use those very tactics.
“There’s a party at my house Saturday night around 10 pm, if you give me your number, I can text you the details and you can come.” You turned to Jungkook giving him hopeful eyes until he sighed and nodded. After all you don’t go to a party without your best friend.
“As long as Jungkook, my best friend since 1st grade might I add, can come with.” You weren’t going without him and that was that. Taehyung agreed without hesitation and you gave him your number. You quickly regretted it though because once he opened his mouth you lost interest extremely quickly.
All he could seem to talk about was all of the girls he’s hooked up with and how he could get any girl he wanted. You knew what he was trying to get at and became bored very fast. You were actually extremely grateful when the class started.
You and Jungkook passed notes the entire time, all about the egotistical boy next to you. And even though you didn’t like him, you would go to his party because you wanted to actually live a little your senior year. But sadly, one potential future boyfriend was out the door and you were back at square one.
The rest of the week passed by fast and because you had mostly easy elective classes you had no homework over the weekend for the first time in years. Which meant you had all sorts of time to party. You texted Jungkook to pick you up at around 9 so you would have time to get ready but still be at the party in time.
****
You woke up around noon on Saturday from your alarm. You didn't wake up because you wanted to but because you didn’t want to ruin the sleep schedule you didn’t even have. Why did you wake up again? Anyways once you woke up from you slumber you texted Jungkook to clear up some last-minute details.
Y/N
are you up yet? I just woke up. why dont I wake up like disney princesses?? I look like a monster :(
Kookie
Disney princesses are pretty thats why you don’t look like them in the morning or ever for that matter
Y/N
stfu your no prince charming either
Kookie
Really? Then why would almost every girl in our school blow me???
Y/N
If thats the case then why don’t you get some so you can stop complaining to me about how horny you always are??
Kookie
Because I have my right eye some one
Y/N
WHO?!?! and why havent I heard about this until now?? and why just your right eye??
Kookie
Because not EVERYTHING is your business smartypants and dont talk about my left eye
Y/N
whatever I will find out about this mystery girl though… MARK MY WORDS!! YOULL BE JUNGSHOOK
Kookie
Whatever you say smartypants whyd you text me anyways?
Y/N
Right! your still picking me up, RIGHT?!
Kookie
Its you’re, but yes I'm still picking you up
Y/N
Good, I will be ready in 3-4 hours :)
Kookie
You do know the party is at like 10 right
Y/N
THEN JUST PICK ME UP AT 10 GOD DAMNIT
Kookie
Not how you spell dammit but alright
Y/N
Stfu english nerd and good bye until 10
With that your conversation with Jungkook ended and you started to binge watch Haikyu!! until around 6. Then you rolled out of bed and started getting ready. You got into the shower, shaving everything. You didn’t know what was going to happen tonight so you figured you would be extra prepared. You even used your exfoliator, if you anyone got to touch you, they would be lucky.
Then you did your hair. You curled it perfectly and then put it in a high pony tail. Perfect party hair in your opinion. Then you did your makeup making sure to keep it simple yet amazing. You opted for a winged liner, perfectly done brows, and dark red lipstick. Lastly was your outfit. Your room was a complete mess after you threw half of your closet onto the floor but your pretty sure you found a great outfit.
You put on your matching set of black lacy lingerie that made your ass look good and your boobs even better. You than grabbed a different white crop top with a dangerously low cut making your black lace peak out from the sides and small booty shorts that barely covered your ass. Then you grabbed the same leather jacket you wore on your first day of school and put on a pair of sneakers. You went to that party with Jungkook once so you knew how crazy and disgusting the ground could be.
By the time you were completely done it was already 8:47. You didn’t think it would take quite that long to get ready but at the same time you did. You were touching up your makeup when Jungkook texted you he was waiting. You didn’t tell your parents about the fact that you were going to a party and they knew that if they saw you dressed the way you were, they would flip. So like any other teen, you made plans to sneak out.
The only person you to actually worry about catching you was your dad because you knew if your mom caught you, she would laugh at you and tell you to have fun. Your dad on the other hand not so much.
Jungkook parked a block down from your house and turned off his car headlights so he wouldn’t be as noticeable. You opened your window as quietly was possible and began to scale your wall. Thankful that your bedroom window was the one closest to the gutter and that you chose sneakers as your shoes. Once you hit the ground safely, you bolted for Jungkook’s car and got in as fast as you could.
“Hey cutie,” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows. Luckily for him, his car lights were off so you didn’t catch him gaping at your breasts.
“Sup, you ready to party?” You asked as he turned on the car and started to drive where the GPS told him.
“Yes, now remember no sleeping with some random dude and no drugs”
“Same to you mister”
“Ok so if you want to stay out late text your mom and ask if you can spend the night at my house because my parents are out of town and Jin is going to this food thing with his friends for like three days.” Jungkook said as he merged into traffic.
“Good idea,” You pulled out your phone and texted your mom knowing she would understand much better than your father. “She said that’s fine”.
“Good so if you get hung over you don’t need to try and explain it to your mom,” Damn was Jungkook always this smart, and did he always look this good.
After driving the rest of the way, you pulled into Taehyung’s house and you were awestruck. It was huge and surrounded by hedges. You couldn’t see another house within a mile which was good because that means the cops won’t be called because of noise complaints.
You stepped out of Jungkook’s car and walked into Taehyung’s house immediately being greeted with the smell of alcohol and weed. You quickly got separated from Jungkook and made your way to the kitchen to fill a red solo cup half full with some beer you found and apple juice. You slammed it down, wincing as it made its way down your throat. It wasn’t the best tasting but it was better than the beer by itself.
Once you were done making yourself the same drink again, you made your way outside and found a huge pool with a jacuzzi right by it. You scanned the area, seeing a couple making out in the pool and three boys you didn’t quite recognize playing around in the pool. As you continued looking around taking another sip of your drink you noticed something strange. Standing next to the pool was Jungkook and Emily.
She was twirling her hair in her fingers and giggling while Jungkook looked her up and down smirking the entire time.
You know you’ve been telling Jungkook to get a girlfriend for years now, but you thought he knew you were just joking. For some odd reason you were upset. You didn’t know why at first. Maybe because you didn’t like Emily, maybe because you didn’t want Emily to steal him away from you. You were Jealous. You hated when it hit you like a pile of bricks. But you definitely intended on doing something about it.
You quickly downed the rest of your drink in your red solo cup hoping it would give you more courage, and made your way over to them.
“Hey Jungkook I need to talk to y-,” You were walking towards him and before you knew it you were falling into the pool. Your first thought was that you tripped but when you resurfaced from the water you saw Emily looking at you with a sly grin. All you could do was glare.
“Oops,” Emily snickered as she grabbed out her phone and took several pictures of you. Great now your hot ass makeup and hair was completely ruined. Shit you’re wearing a WHITE shirt and BLACK bra that are now wet. You looked down to confirm it and sure enough your shirt was more than see-through. AND Jungkook’s leather jacket was ruined. At least you wore sneakers.
“What the fuck Emily,” You were startled from your stare down with the girl when you heard Jungkook’s low voice. It was loud and honestly kind of turned you on. Wait you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend like that. You shook the thought out of your head and looked up at Jungkook. His fists were balled up at his sides and his jaw was clenched. He looked fine as hell.
As you slowly made your way to the side of the pool, he took off his leather jacket and knelt down. Once you got to the side he reached down with both arms, inserted his hands under your armpits, and hoisted you out of the water. He then helped you take off his ruined leather jacket and threw it at Emily. “Happy now?” He then took his perfectly fine leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders instructing you to hold it closed. “Come on let’s go get you cleaned up.” He bent down and whispered it into your ear causing shivers to go down your spin. You could only nod in response.
As he led you towards the doors of the house, he yanked his jacket from Emily’s hand and gave her one of the scariest looks you’ve ever seen. All you did was smirk and stick your tongue out at her like a 5-year-old. You were very satisfied.
He led you through the crowd of people dancing and grinding on each other like they weren’t in a public setting. He then led you to what you assumed was going to be a bathroom but ended up being a bedroom. You couldn’t help but wonder how he knew his way around so well.
When you entered the room, you realized it was huge with a bathroom connected to it. “Why did you take me here instead of a normal bathroom?” You asked.
“Because most likely they are occupied by other people and I don’t really want to walk in on some other couple having sex. Especially when I'm with you.” What was that supposed to mean? “And before you ask how I know my way around, I used to be sort of friends with Tae. I only came here once when he tried hooking me up with some random chick and I guessed I just remembered my way around.” He was so honest so easily.
“Did you do anything with the chick?” You felt stupid the moment you asked.
“What?” You don’t know if he didn’t hear you or what but you still asked again.
“Did you do anything with her, the girl he tried hooking you up with?” You felt pathetic.
“I told you have my right eye on someone else.” He said leading you into the bathroom.
“Who is this lucky girl anyways?” You asked sitting on the sink countertop while you took off Jungkook’s jacket.
He paused, “Let’s just say, I played a game of spin the bottle at Jimin’s house before freshman year started. I kissed her. She was the only person I kissed that night. I realized that I had a massive crush on her but she left and felt hella crushed. I stopped playing and couldn’t help but feel like I was losing her forever. But I still spend all of my spare time with her and I couldn’t ask for a better best friend. Deep down I’m afraid that she will never like me back because of the girls I slept with freshman year but I want her to know that I only did that to try and convince myself that it I wasn’t in love with her. After I found out she slept with some random guy one night at a party that I took her to I came to my senses and let myself love her. I still regret the night I took her to that party because I wish I was the one to get to take her innocence away.”
You looked at him, you mouth agape, “oh” You knew he was talking about you.
You watched his eyes dart down to your lips as his tongue poked out lick his. His hands drifted down and grabbed your waist softly, just in case you wanted to stop him. He slowly leaned down, brushing your hair behind your ear and whispering in a deep raspy tone that made your panties wet, “You can stop me at any time”.
Within moments his soft, plush lips were on yours. Your hands made their way up his back and intertwined into his black curly locks, tugging harshly. Jungkook let out a low groan that made your body hot. One of his hands crept up and lightly brushed against your nipple making you gasp into the kiss. Jungkook didn’t waste any time and immediately his tongue was exploring your mouth.
Once you broke the kiss, gasping for air, Jungkook placed his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up, causing goosebumps to emit across your body. He carried you out of the bathroom, throwing you on the bed. You watched as he took off his shirt and crawled over you. You’ve seen him shirtless many times but this time it was different. You happy felt up his chest and you didn’t have to worry about him questioning you because he was kneeling over you, devouring you with his eyes.
Before you knew it, he was trying to take your shirt off. You gladly assisted him, pulling off your bra along with it. Once it was off and you looked up at him, you felt shy. Jungkook was just staring at your chest and wasn’t saying anything.
“Do you need to make it obvious that you don’t like my boobs?” Your hands went up to cover yourself. You were always insecure about them.
“Your right Y/N I don’t like your boobs; I fucking love them,” He quickly moved your hands away and leaned down. His mouth connected with your nipple, his tongue making your back arch into him. You felt yourself growing wetter by the second. His teeth gently grazed your nipple and you let out a loud whimper. You really hoped your great-grandma wasn’t watching you right now.
He left of your nipple with a pop and kissed his way to your other, leaving small hickeys marking his path. He did the same things to this one. You couldn’t wait anymore and moved your hand down to your core. You needed some sort of friction, but Jungkook’s hand stopped you.
“Ungrateful slut. I’m giving you all of this pleasure and you can’t wait. I want you to ride my thigh and maybe if I like what I see I’ll let you finish more than once tonight,” You looked at him in awe. When the fuck did he learn to talk like that. It was hot as hell but still.
He went and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. You werent sure what to do, so he pulled you onto his thigh. You froze up right away. You were straddling his thigh too afraid to do anything. He looked you dead in the eyes as his hands went down to your waist, forcing you to move. Relief flooded you. You were so happy that he finally let you have some sort of friction.
Your hands went to rest on his shoulders so it was easier to hold yourself up. You quickly started doing all of the work. Moving yourself at a fast pace on Jungkook’s thigh. You could feel his hard through his pants and it only made you more needy. He continuously clenched his thigh making you come undone even faster.
“Oh my god Jungkook. I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cu-,” You let out shaky breath feeling that familiar knot build up in your stomach. Right as you were about to snap Jungkook stopped your hips from moving.
“Did you really think I was going to let you cum already? Go lay down.” You obeyed him quickly, watching as he kneeled down at the end of the bed. He grabbed your pants and with one swift motion slid them off, throwing them somewhere else in the room.
“Fuck Y/N. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you. This good little pussy” He ripped your panties off of you, eliciting a loud groan. You were becoming impatient, squirming in front of him. He used his hand to hold your hips in place, while his other went to rub delicate circles on your clit. You watched as his face dove into you. Licking a stripe up your folds, collecting all of your juices.
“Fuck Y/N. You taste so good.” He groaned out, quickly diving back in. His eyes were blown out in hunger. He moved his hand away from your clit and replaced it with his tongue. Sliding one finger in you, moving at a slow pace and curling it, reaching your g-spot. A loud moan escaped you as you started trying to rock your hips against his face. Interlacing your fingers in his locks.
He pulled away to take a breath, “Do you think you can handle to fingers? Gotta prepare my baby for later. Yeah? I'm gonna stretch you out so good. Gonna destroy this pussy.” With that he inserted a second finger into you, reattacking your clit with his tongue. His pace kept intensifying. You could feel the familiar knot in your stomach build.
“Fuck Jungkook. I'm gonna-,” your words turned into a drawn-out moan when he hummed against your clit.
“Cum for me baby.” At that, the knot it your stomach snapped and relief washed over your body. You tried closing your legs but Jungkook held them open.
Once he was done lapping up all of your juices, he moved up and kissed you, hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands made their way down to undo Jungkook’s pants. He broke away from the kiss and stood up, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swift motion.
You stared at his member for a second in awe. You knew he was big, but no that big. The tip was an angry red and you could see the veins. You were growing wetter just thinking about the delicious stretch.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said “I'm gonna have to go in raw.”
You smiled up at him, bucking your hips up towards his hard to get some sort of friction. “I'm on birth control.” That was all you needed to say before he slowly started entering you. The stretch being uncomfortable.
“You okay?” He asked worry on his face. You shook your head, “It’s just, new.”
He smiled, “Just tell me when you’re ready.”
After a moment you shook your head, giving him the okay to start moving again. He slowly pulled out all the way before pushing in again, hitting your g-spot as he did. You could feel the veins on his cock, and your legs wrapped around his small waist as your hands wrapped around his neck.
He slowly started to pick up the pace, pulling out all of the way before pushing back in. It wasn’t long before the pain morphed into pleasure. Moans spilling from your lips. The louder you moaned the faster he went.
“Ha-harder, da-daddy,” you didn’t mean to say it, but when you did his head snapped up.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He starting snapping his hips into yours. You could hear the head board hitting the wall with each thrust but you didn’t mind at all. All you felt was bliss.
“Da-addy I-I'm gonna c-cum.” Your walls started clenching around him.
“Fuck baby, cum. Cum for daddy” With that you did. Your release hit you hard. Your legs shaking as you dug your nails into his back piercing a few layers of his skin. Moaning out his name.
Even after you came, he kept pounding into you, chasing his own high. Beautiful moans escaping his lips as he did. Your moans making him close. His body was coated in a layer of sweat.
“Cum in me daddy. Please. Fill me up.” You choked out as he relentlessly pounded into you.
“Fuck, I'm going to cum.” You tightened around him one last time, feeling as his seed shot into you. You both laid there for a moment. Neither one wanting to leave. You could feel your mixed juicing seeping out of your whole as he began to soften inside you.
He slowly pulled out of you, “You need to go to the bathroom.” He picked you up bridal style from the bed and walked you over to the bathroom. Setting you down on the toilet so you could pee. When you were done, he picked you up and set you on the counter, taking a warm rag and cleaning you off making you sigh at the pleasant feeling. He carried you back to the bed and laid you down, getting into his boxers.
He laid down next to you and covered you both with the blanket, before wrapping his arm around tightly around your waist. His chin on your head as he cuddled you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep
****
When you woke up and saw your best friend next to you, sleeping peacefully, you were relieved. Relieved that it wasn’t a dream and relieved that he didn’t up and leave in the middle of the night to leave because he regretted it. You leaned over and draped your arm over his torso and snuggled up to him, resting you head on his arm. He groaned, making you halt your actions.
“Good morning beautiful.” He said with a smile, kissing you on the top of your head.
You smiled happy it was him you woke up next to, “Morning.”
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. :) Send any ideas you have for anything. P.S The gif wouldn’t load :( so sorry about that.
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Lets get Married
Summary: On a class trip to Vegas, Peter is determined to make this trip a memorable one, even if it means doing something crazy.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Word count: 2911
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Note: If you’ve never heard Lets get married by bleachers you are missing out.
Taking a bunch of 17/18 year olds to vegas probably wasn't the best idea. Between Flash's constant suggestions on going to a strip club and being stuck on a crowded bus in 90 degree weather, it was already turning out to be terrible.
"Well someone doesn't look too happy" Peter joked as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel a headache forming in your head and the heat was only making things worse. "If Flash doesn't stop talking I'm going to stab him" you groaned trying to block out his loud voice.
Peter chuckled, giving you a kiss on your forehead, "sorry to burst your bubble but it's my job as Spiderman to make sure you don't do that"
You rolled your eyes, "but it's your job as Peter AKA my boyfriend to let me get away with it"
"You do realize you're joking about murder" Mj interrupt as she poked her head above her seat in front of you. "I know you're thinking the same thing Mj". She shrugged before returning to the book.
"I’m very glad we finally got a peaceful field trip I don’t think I can handle another Europe or Washington" You joked looking up at Peter. He chuckled, “Don’t jinx it. I don’t want any sort of trouble to happen”
"Well we could always cause some trouble" you smirked, "I've been researching some casinos"
"Since when do you know how to gamble" He laughed. "I'm Tony Stark's daughter doing risky stuff is in my blood. Plus my dad left me with his credit card" you opened your wallet showing Peter the shiny black amex that was tucked in the pocket.
“I don’t know about this,” He said nervously. You scoffed, “You’re telling me that I made all of us get fake IDs and you’re not even going to let me gamble”
Peter rolled his eyes, remembering the exact day you were talking about. It was almost a month ago when you tricked him and your friends into taking photos that they thought were for the yearbook but turned out to be fake IDs that you needed to get into a party. “I never wanted that fake ID”
“Yeah but you’re beautiful girlfriend got you one anyway” You leaned over placing a soft kiss on his neck, “Please baby let have some fun. You know what they say What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”
"If you guys are planning on sneaking out, count me in" Mj interrupted, not bothering to wait for a reply before ducking her head back over the seat.
Peter sighed as he shook his head, "Fine but only because Ned has been studying the art of poker for weeks". He pointed to the row next to you where Ned sat reading The Poker Players Bible
“He’s learning poker from a book?” You shook your head in amusement, “He’s gonna lose”
Peter chuckled, “Have some faith in him. I think he’d make an excellent poker player”. You rolled your eyes, glancing at Ned again before looking back at Peter.
"Wanna make a bet?" You smirked sitting up from your slouched position. Peter smiled and nodded. "We'll let Ned play three games of poker. If he wins at least twice I'll do whatever you want but is he loses twice then you have to do whatever I want"
He hesitated trying to figure out whether or not you were joking. He rolled his eyes when he realized you were serious, "deal". He shook your hand, "I need to talk to Ned''. You rolled your eyes and put on your headphones as Peter got up and walked to the row besides you.
You didn't notice but Peter had been nervous ever since the plane had landed in Vegas. He knew you'd always wanted to come here and he wanted to make your first trip here a memorable one. "Hey Ned" he whispered, glancing towards you to make sure you weren't paying attention, "I need your help"
"I thought you said you wouldn't have to do Spiderman things on this trip" he replied in a worried tone.
Peter shook his head, "no it's not that" he reassured, "Y/N and Mj are going to come with us tonight to the Casino, but I've made a bet with Y/N and I need you to win two of three poker games tonight"
Ned smiled, "don't worry I've got this I spent the whole plane ride playing in small online competitions and I've won a few games so I'm pretty much a pro"
"great" Peter chuckled nervously, "I'm just nervous. I still don't know what I'm going to do to make this trip memorable for her" he glanced at you watching as you stared out the window.
"Why don't you just cross out number 4 on her bucket list" Ned said as he looked at his book again.
"What are you talking about?" Peter questioned. Ned sighed putting down his book again, "do you remember last summer when we all hung out at her place and she stole a bottle of her dads tequila and she started talking about her bucket list"
Peter nodded waiting for Ned to explain, "well number 4 was get married in Vegas even if it's just a joke"
A burst of laughter exploded from Peter, "are you insane? I can't do that. Her father will kill me" he whispered trying to avoid the strange looks he was getting from his sudden outburst.
"Oh come on I'm sure he'll find it funny" Ned smiled.
Peter nodded, “Ok yeah I’m gonna do it. I'm gonna marry her”. Ned chuckled, "Great. Now I need to study or else you’re going to lose this bet” He returned back to his book as Peter, who was now lost in his thoughts returned back to his seat, letting you rest your head on his shoulder for the rest of the bus ride.
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“Ned if you don’t quiet down we’re going to get caught” You whispered as you and your friend piled out the hotel room. It was nearing 11 and all the teachers had forced the students to stay in the rooms for the rest of the night. “Your heels are making more noise than me” Ned joked as you all entered the elevator.
You rolled your eyes grabbing Peter wrist to look at the time on his watch, “Alright we all need to be back by 4:30”
To your surprise the casino wasn’t crowded, then again who is going to a casino on a Monday night. “Ok babe, me and Mj are gonna play craps. I'll leave Ned to practice before you lose this bet” You kissed his cheek before grabbing Mj’s hand and guiding her to the dice table.
“Don’t you think your father is going to question why there are charges to a Vegas casino on his credit card?” Mj asked as you took money out of the ATM. You shrugged, “That’s a problem for another day”. She chuckled as you moved to the table and placed your bets on the game. The dealer handed you your chips as well as the dice signaling to you that the game had started.
It was only an hour later when Peter met up with you and Mj. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you placed your betting chips in their spots, “Are you winning?” He whispered as you grabbed the dice from the table.
“I’ve done pretty good so far. I need a 7” You shook the dice in your hand before turning to him, “Kiss for good luck?”
He chuckled and gave you a quick kiss, watching as you threw the dice. He could sense your nervousness as the dice moved down the table hitting the wall before landing on the lucky number 7.
Everyone at the table shouted cheerfully, happy that they had won the round. You gather your chips from the dealer, “Alright Jerry it's been nice playing with you I hope to do it again sometime” you waved goodbye as you all walked to the poker table where Ned sat waiting for the group to join him before he started another game.
“Alright Ned three games I betting on two loses but Peter thinks differently” You teased as he rolled his eyes, “Prove me right”
If you were being honest you didn’t exactly know what was going on. You’d seen you father and the other avengers play poker before but they never let you in on the game so you hardly knew anything about it, but so far you could tell that you were losing the bet.
Ned was in the middle of the second game and according to Mj, who didn’t have a biased opinion on this bet, things were looking good for Peter. Ned had won the first game and it looked like he was going to win this one. You sighed in annoyance, hating that you had to admit you were wrong.
Peter smiled, wrapping his arms around you, “Don’t worry babe I think you’ll actually like that i have planned”. You rolled your eyes watching as Ned cheered clearly happy that he won the game. You sighed, “Ok what do you want”
“Give me 3 minutes. Stay here” He smiled, grabbing Mj’s arm, leaving you alone at the table with Ned.
“Ned what does he have planned?” You smirked hoping to wean out whatever Peter was going to do. He shook his head, “Y/N I love you but Peter’s my best friend and I can’t just give away the surprise” You rolled your eyes, turning around at watch as Peter talked to Mj.
“Please Mj” Peter begged, “I want to make this trip memorable and i'm only asking you because her father doesn’t know”
“You’re insane” her eyes widened at the thought of you and Peter getting married this young, “You guys are 18 do you seriously think getting married is the best idea”
“It’s been on her bucket list for years” He pointed out trying to justify his plans. “Please Mj if not for me then do it for the happiness of your best friend”
She took a deep breath, “Fine I will walk Y/N down the aisle”. Peter smiled pulling Mj into a tight hug. “You’re the best”
///
“Guys I don’t appreciate surprises” You joked as Ned guided you through the crowded sidewalk. “Don’t worry we’re almost there” He reassured you. You sighed and kept walking as all your friends laughed.
You came to a sudden stop as Peter grabbed your hand, “Ok Ned you can uncover her eyes” he chuckled. Ned took his hands off your eyes stepping back as you looked around in confusion. Peter was on one knee with a nervous smile plastered on his face. “Y/N I love you”
“Peter what are you doing?” You looked up noticing the small chapel you all stood in front of, “Please don’t tell me-”
“I love you and I know this is on your bucket list so” he kissed you hand, “Will you marry me?”
You stood silent for a moment, shock taking over your body, “Peter-” His face dropping, thinking maybe this was completely ridiculous. You smiled through as sigh, “Yes I will marry you”
He stood up quickly, pulling you into a hug. “Alright well we better hurry because it’s already 3 and we need to be back at the hotel soon”
You nodded your head as everyone walked into the small chapel, “Hi I made an appointment online” Peter said nervously as you walked to the front desk hand in hand, Mj and Ned trailing close behind you.
“Peter?” The short lady said. He nodded, grabbing his ID and handing it to her. You did the same as she typed the information in the computer. “Ok boys you can go through there and stand at the altar, girls you can come with me”
She smiled guiding you and Mj into a separate room, “Ok so we have different dress and veil options for you to pick from but you don’t seem like an extremely flashy girl so I'm going to suggest the little white dress option”
She handed you a hanger that held a body con white dress with glitter details, it actually looked like something you had in your closet at home. You nodded your head moving to the dressing room to put in on. You locked the door behind you taking this time as a moment for you to take everything in. You were about to get married. Even if it was just a joke it was still a crazy thing to do. You weren’t nervous that you’d regret it, you loved Peter with all your heart, but you were nervous about everyone else's reactions. I can do this, You whispered to yourself putting the dress on before walking out the small room.
“Alright here goes nothing” You smiled nervously and you grabbed Mj’s arm. The song over the speaker began to play as you slowly walked down the aisle. Peter turned to look at you, shocked at how good you looked in all white, a color you rarely ever wore.
"Wow" he muttered as you stood in front of him, handing your bouquet of fake flowers to Mj as she stood behind you. "You look amazing" You smiled grabbing his hand.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Peter Benjamin Parker and Y/N Y/M/N Stark, in marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife" the short lady read from the thin book in her hands. "Do you Peter Parker, take Y/N Stark to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
Peter smiled, looking you in the eyes, "I do"
"Do you Y/N Stark take Peter Parker to be you lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part"
You nodded your head enthusiastically, "I do"
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife you may now kiss the bride" the room filled the applause as you pulled Peter into a quick passionate kiss. Only pulling apart when you realized your empty fingers, "wait we don't have rings"
"Oh i got that covered" Ned said cheerfully as he pulled out two contained of rings, the ones you usually get from the quarter machines, "they were the only ones I could find on short notice"
"they're perfect Ned", you chuckled, pulling out the pink and purple rings, "Dibs on pink"
Peter rolled his eyes forcing the small ring onto his finger, "I don't think I'll ever be able to take this off" he joked
"That's the point of a wedding ring" you grabbed his hand, "you can't get rid of me that easily"
"Alright time for pictures and then certificate" the short lady appeared with a Polaroid Camera snapping pictures of you and Peter.
"Are you happy?" You looked up and smiled. "I'm married to my favorite girl in the whole world. Why wouldn't I be happy?" Peter smirked before giving you a quick kiss.
Time flew by so fast. After the certificate was signed, a bottle of champagne was popped leading you to get extremely tipsy. By the time you all got back to the hotel it was already 5. Peter carried you up the stair bridal style watching as you moved sleepily in his arms.
"What the hell" Flash said loudly startling everyone. You all turned around watching as Flash stood in the hallway in his bathrobe surrounded by two girls who definitely weren't students. "Go to bed Flash" you mumbled, cuddling further into Peter's arms.
"You guys snuck out?" He said in a shocked voice, "Oh I can't wait until you guys to get caught"
Mj chuckled opening the door to the hotel room you shared with her, "Flash do those girls know that you're 16" she lied. The girls gasped quickly walking away from the angered boy. He took a deep breath before stomping back into his room. "Gosh I hate that dude" Ned said as you all walked into the hotel room.
Peter placed you in bed, taking off your shoes before tucking you in, "I'll see you tomorrow morning Mrs. Parker"
You smile tiredly, "I love you Mr. Parker"
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"Well well well if it isn't the newly weds" Your father said angrily as you walked through the elevator doors. You kept your composure not wanting to give you and peter away
"What are you talking about?" You said through a smile
"Don't act dumb" you father said as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "I'm the one who gave Peter the emergency credit card I can see everything he buys"
Your eyes widened, Peter took a deep breath, "Mr. Stark-"
"Im gonna give you ten seconds to run" Your father said as he threw down the paper.
"I'll talk to you later babe" Peter quickly kissed your cheek before rushing out the room. You father quickly trailing behind
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Flustered | Fred Weasley
Pairing: Fred Weasley x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, tickling, making out
Summary: Your flirty friendship with Fred Weasley comes to a resolution after an argument surrounding the Yule Ball that took place all those years ago.
A/N: hi friends! this is a Fred Weasley fic based on a tik tok i saw last night (all credit for the bolded line goes to the creator of the tik tok). also thank you to @gcdric for discussing this with me very late last night, i hope it turned out well omg i’m NERVOUS. anyway! off we go. please let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist! i’m updating it since i was on hiatus for awhile! love you guys!
As you sat on the couch of the Burrow, your eyes fixated on the many pictures in the Weasley’s living room, your mind began to drift off with thoughts of the freckled, red-headed boy sat in front of you giggling with his siblings.
There was something extraordinarily special about your friendship with Fred Weasley. After ten plus years of him being the most important person in your life, ever since your first day at Hogwarts when he tripped over your robes as you and your fellow first years hurried into the Sorting Ceremony, you couldn’t imagine life without him.
You had been through so much together; every Hogwarts experience there was to be had, first kisses, first heartbreaks, the Second Great Wizarding War, he was by your side through everything.
“What’s on your mind, Y/N? You look to be thinking entirely too hard for my liking,” Fred sassed, breaking you out of your trance.
“Too hard for your liking?” you retaliated. “What do you care what I’m thinking about?”
“It’s supposed to be a relaxing weekend! You’re much too deep in thought to be relaxing, so of course I care.”
“Well, if you must know, I was thinking about you, Freddie.”
“Carry on then, love. I’ve always wished for your thoughts to be consumed by me.”
With a cheeky wink, Fred went back to a game of exploding snap and you didn’t need to watch to know that Ginny was absolutely kicking his arse. However, you didn’t miss the sly smile that George gave you when Fred’s attention was diverted from you.
It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to flirt with one another. In fact, you would dare to say it was the most predominant form of communication between the two of you. There was the occasional time or two where you thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same, but he’d always look away quickly or press a kiss to your cheeks instead of your lips, laughing it off as the two of you caught up in a moment that would cross a line that could never be crossed, though you so desperately wanted to.
After another round of exploding snap, Ginny said her goodbyes and apparated back to her flat, but not before promising that she wouldn’t miss anymore family dinners for quidditch practice, which you knew would happen inevitably but smiled nonetheless at her enthusiasm. You’d been a regular appearance at the weekly get-together for as long as you could remember, you were practically part of the family so you could say with appropriate accuracy that Ginny definitely missed dinner more than all of her siblings combined due to her busy schedule.
“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head back as well,” George mused, eyeing the leftover pies in the kitchen. “Are you staying at ours tonight, Y/N?”
“I’d love nothing more. Besides, I didn’t get to play Fred in exploding snap and I want to knock his ego down just a little bit more.”
George linked arms with you and Fred, laughing about his brother’s awful skills as you apparated to their flat above the shop.
You’d spent many a nights at the twins’ flat over the past couple of years. After the war, you had moved in for a while until you found a job and managed to rent your own place. But, they never got rid of your bed that took up a large corner of their living room, which came in handy after weekly Weasley dinners when you just wanted to spend a bit more time with your favorite boys.
“I’m absolutely knackered,” George said once the three of you had settled on the couch. “I think I might go to bed now, if I’m honest. Besides, I want to be up early to work on those new design sketches for the storefront.”
“George Weasley, you have never gotten up before 10 o’clock on a Sunday in your entire life,” you scoffed.
“There’s a first for everything, Y/N. Goodnight to you and Freddie!”
As George turned away from you both, he faked a yawn and when he was sure Fred wasn’t looking, winked back at you to further confirm your suspicion that he wanted you to be alone with Fred.
He had just about had enough of the tension between you both and took every chance he got to get the two of you alone, by any means necessary.
When you heard George’s bedroom door close, you noticed Fred scoot closer to you on the couch until your legs were touching. He slung his arm over your shoulders and you swung your legs up to lay across his lap.
“What were you thinking about earlier? While Gin and I were playing by the fireplace?” Fred wondered aloud.
“Oh, I was looking at all the pictures on the walls at your Mum and Dad’s. I saw one from you and George’s first day at Hogwarts and I was thinking about how we first met.”
“Hmm, so you were thinking about one of the most embarrassing moments in my life?”
“Please, you’ve done much, much worse. Remember that time in our sixth year when you tried to outdrink George after we won the Slytherin match and you – ”
“Ah, ah, ah, I thought we agreed to never speak of that incident again,” Fred said as he visibly shuddered.
“I was just pointing out that I can think of quite a few moments that were far more embarrassing than tripping on my robes.”
“You’re one to talk! Don’t you remember our fifth year when you and George were running from Filch and you knocked Wood to the ground? Bloody broke his arm, you were so lucky Madame Pomfrey had him fixed up before our next match or he would’ve had a heart attack.”
A loud laugh escaped your lips as you covered your face in embarrassment; that was the year you had followed Oliver around like a lost puppy, although your schoolgirl crush paled in comparison to how you’d felt for Fred back then and now as well but neither twin would ever let you live it down.
“Do you remember the Yule Ball? When Flitwick caught you trying to spike the punch and you slipped and fell in the middle of the dance floor?” You chuckled at the memory, even if the Yule Ball was an event you had tried to forget.
“You were so mad at me that night and the whole week before, I was terribly distracted. If we had been on good terms I would’ve gotten away with it and the slipping never would have happened.”
“Well, it’s your own fault we were fighting! I still can’t believe you didn’t ask me to go with you.”
“Oi, it’s not my fault when you never said you wanted me to ask you.”
“I thought I had made it painfully obvious when I asked you every morning at breakfast if you’d found a date yet and told you that I didn’t have one either.”
Fred threw his head back and laughed, the thought of your shocked face when he had asked Angelina was too priceless a memory to ever forget.
“You were so jealous,” Fred mumbled.
“Jealous?!” you screeched. “I wasn’t jealous, I was annoyed that I had to spend all night with some Durmstrang tosser stepping on my toes. We’ve had this argument literally a million times.”
“No, you were definitely jealous. You shot poor Angie daggers the whole night and she’s such a lovely girl.”
“I shot her daggers because she hogged you and I didn’t get to dance with my best friend a single time at the only Ball we ever had at school.”
“I would’ve asked you to dance if you weren’t mad at me, and you know she was only dancing with me to make George jealous, even if he was oblivious.”
You smiled at that; you knew Angelina only had eyes for George and that going with Fred was some elaborate ruse. Shockingly, it ended up working, and he and Angelina have been together ever since.
“Still think you were jealous,” Fred challenged, poking you in the exact spot on your abdomen that he knew you were ticklish.
“Fred Weasley, for the last time, I was not jealous,” you emphasized as you poked him back.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, love,” he said lowly, a daring glint in his eye.
Never one to heed warnings or follow directions, you poked him again and within seconds he had you pinned underneath him on the couch, his fingers trailing up and down your sides as you couldn’t help but laugh boisterously beneath him.
“Fred – ” you gasped. “Freddie, please, I actually think I might pee on your couch.”
“Not until you admit you were jealous that I asked Angelina!”
You shook your head, the combination of laughter and trying to catch your breath kept you from firing back a witty remark.
After a few moments, you simply couldn’t take anymore and shouted out, “FINE. Fine, you win.”
“What was that, lovey? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“I said, fine, I admit it. I was jealous that you asked Angelina when I wanted you to ask me,” you grumbled, struggling to catch your breath in between words.
“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
You glared up at him and moved to push him off of you when you realized just how close his face was to yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could count each individual freckle splattered across his nose and cheeks. Almost instinctually, your eyes flickered down to his lips, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of staring, so you quickly looked away.
Fred noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and, in true Fred Weasley fashion, couldn’t resist a flirty joke.
“You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you?” Fred chuckled.
“Yeah,” you sighed, “yeah, I do.”
Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his and immediately wove your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. You were so tired; tired of the constant flirting and feeling as if you would forever have to love him from afar while he lived his life blissfully unaware of how much it hurt you to hide how you felt.
His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him; the raw emotion in the way he desperately kissed you left little doubt in your mind that he had wanted this for as long as you had. His hands slipped under your shirt and his fingers blazed a trail of fire up your spine; a breathy moan escaped your lips but Fred swallowed the sound with his mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer.
A scream from behind the couch caused you to jump apart, chests heaving and hair sticking up every possible way. You sat up to look over the back of the couch to see George Weasley, looking visibly shaken and guilty, with his hands covering his eyes.
“Oh my god, I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you’re about to shag on my bloody couch. Jesus, ok, let me just, uh, well, I’ve probably ruined the mood, haven’t I?”
“George,” you hissed. “What are you doing sneaking around, I thought you were going to bed?!”
“Yeah, I said I was,” he said sheepishly as he uncovered his eyes, “but I might have been eavesdropping on your conversation. When I heard it go all quiet, I thought I’d come out and see if you two fools had fallen asleep, but clearly, that was not the case.”
“Eavesdropping? I swear to Merlin, George, you’re a ten year old boy. I can’t believe you! Of all the immature and invasive things to do, my God.”
“Well, pardon me, I just wanted to see if my idiot brother would finally grow some balls and tell you he’s in love with you!”
“I’m not sure what you’re on about but that doesn’t mean you can just sneak up on people,” you chided. “Fred, would you please back me up here, what is wrong with you – ”
You turned around to pull Fred into the argument only to find him sitting on top of the coffee table with a dazed look in his eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Fred, are you alright?” you asked worriedly.
He slowly lifted his head and looked into your eyes; you could see just how flushed his face was now that he wasn’t staring at the floor and good Godric, he was as red as the hair on his head.
“I…I…You,” he stammered. “You kissed me?”
“Yes, I suppose that is what happened,” you muttered sheepishly.
“Y/N Y/L/N…you…you kissed me?”
“Freddie, what the hell is the matter with you?”
George burst into laughter and you whirled back around to glare at him, however, this time, he didn’t hush up like he usually did.
“Like I said before, he’s in love with you, and now he can’t even form a coherent sentence because you kissed him, this is golden. Ol’ cock sure Freddie, a pile of mush because of a little makeout sesh, I’ve got to send an owl to Lee…” George trailed off as he turned and rushed back towards his bedroom.
You took another look at Freddie and smiled at the lovestruck look on his face. He was shaking his head in his hands and you saw the redness on his neck as well, which only happened when he was well and truly flustered.
“This is so humiliating,” he groaned as you sat down next to him.
“I think it’s rather cute, if that makes you feel any better,” you said as you chuckled and placed a hand on his thigh.
He removed his head from his hands and looked at you adoringly, the giddy smile on his face ignited butterflies in your stomach and your heart beat wildly in your chest.
“All the times I imagined how this would pan out…it definitely wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I mean, not that I’m mad about it, it was incredibly sexy how you just grabbed me and kissed me, but I wasn’t supposed to be a bumbling fool afterwards.”
A moment of silence washed over the both of you as Fred intertwined your hands and steadily held your gaze.
“George was right, you know. I am in love with you. Have been for quite a long time, if I’m being honest.”
“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I guess I should say that I’m in love with you too.”
“Bloody brilliant,” he sighed as he leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him just before your lips touched.
“You’re not going to pass out or anything if we kiss again, are you?”
“No promises, love, but I’ll try my best.”
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Taking Chances Bonus Chapter: Harley VS Bruce
AO3
Ch. 18 (main fic)
Master list
Harley Quinn was a lot of things. Psychologist, ex-villain, ex-girlfriend of one of the biggest assholes in Gotham. Girlfriend of the lovely Pamela Isley, and best friend of the amazing Selina Kyle. She was now also the proud aunt of the adorable sunshine that is Marinette Wayne. What she wasn’t, though, was someone who gave up easily. Which is why she originally texted Bruce Wayne once she woke up this morning. She texted him and then intended on getting ready to go out to breakfast with her three favorite girls. She did not intend for Bruce Wayne to come and knock on her apartment door.
Harley glares at the man standing in front of her, not amused by his claims. So what if he says the kid is his “biological daughter” and that she has “no claim” on her. To hell with him, that adorable ray of sunshine was hers now. She was officially one of the girls. And she was not backing down easily. Her text was supposed to reassure him that Marinette would be safe with her and the other Sirens. Not make him rush down here to try to take her back before the girl had even had breakfast. This just wouldn’t do.
“Harley, please. Marinette is my daughter and-”
“But you already have so many kids! And the kid really likes us.” Harley argues, pouting. Mr. “I dress like a bat for fun” was not about to take Mari away from them.
“I understand that Harley, and she can still come to visit. But she’s not living with you.” Bruce says, putting his foot down. Who would’ve guessed one night with the Sirens would be enough for them to try and adopt his daughter out from underneath him.
“Or, you could always come and visit her while we have full custody. Makes more sense to me!” Harley counters with a wide grin.
“I don’t even have custody of her, she’s just visiting Gotham for the summer.” Bruce says tiredly. Harley frowns.
“Whatdya mean you don’t have custody? Who does? Her mom?” She asks.
“Her adoptive parents in France.” Bruce says shortly. Harley gasps.
“France? Well then forget this fight, I’ve got a flight to catch.” She says, whirling around to leave. Bruce stops her, gently grabbing her wrist.
“She loves her parents, Harley. And they’re letting her see me and stay here in Gotham for the summer, something I never expected them to agree to. If you go in guns blazing, they’re never going to let either of us see her again.” He points out, letting go of her wrist once he guesses she won’t run.
“But that’s not fair!” She whines, stomping her foot. The summer was so short! There wouldn’t be enough time to spend with the kid if B man was insisting on also spending time with her. That wouldn’t work. It just wouldn’t.
“I’m sorry, Harley. But she has a life in France. We can’t be selfish.” Bruce says. Harley scoffs.
“Fuck that. Maybe you can’t, but I sure as hell can.” Harley says, crossing her arms. Bruce sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Harley-”
“No! No more Harley this or Harley that. Marinette is staying with me and Ivy and Selina and that is final!” She says.
“The hell it is! Listen, Harley, I’m trying to work with you here. Really, I am. But I went almost fifteen years without knowing about my daughter. I’m not about to give her up now just because you think she fits in well with the other Sirens!” Bruce argues, finally letting some anger seep through. Marinette was his daughter, damnit. He already had extremely limited time with her and while he would never stop Marinette from seeing the Sirens (as long as they weren’t doing anything too illegal), he wasn’t going to just let her live there.
“Uh...what’s going on here?” Marinette asks, blinking sleepily as she looks between her dad and her newly adopted Aunt who appeared to be having a standoff right outside the apartment. With both her and Harley still in pajamas. Lovely.
“Nothing pumpkin, go back inside.” Harley says, squeezing her shoulder.
“No, Marinette, come on honey. We’re going home.” Bruce says. Marinette frowns.
“Selina said we were gonna come back later. We’re supposed to go grab breakfast with Aunt Harley and Ivy first.” She says. He starts to say something, then stops. Staring at her pants before sighing.
“Are the two of you really in Batman and Robin pajama pants?” He asks, exasperation filling his voice.
“Yeah- Dad what’s wrong? If I really have to go home right now I will. I just thought Selina told you where we were. And when we’d be back.” Marinette says, confused as to how this whole situation started.
“She did. And I was fine with it. I know how stressed you’ve been, sweetheart. But then Harley texted me-”
“We don’t have to talk about that.” Harley says, laughing nervously. Marinette narrows her eyes.
“Aunt Harley, what’d you do?” She asks, sticking her hands on her hips to try to look more intimidating.
“Sweets, I just wanted you to be able to stay here with me and Selina and your Aunt Ivy.” She says, smiling awkwardly. Marinette turns to her dad, quirking an eyebrow up.
“She informed me, via text message, that you would not be returning to the manor. And that no amount of money could make her return you, that you were happy and fine and you made a great addition to her little family.” Bruce says. Marinette turns to Harley and launches herself at her, wrapping her arms around the woman.
“Aunt Harley, I love you. And I’ll always be part of your family, but I have to go home at some point. I just met my brothers and dad recently, and I have years to make up for. Besides, I’m sure this isn’t the last time Maman and Papa will let me come to Gotham. I’m not just gonna forget you because I’m across town.” Marinette says, hugging Harley tightly. Harley sighs, but wraps her arms around the girl and returns the hug.
“I know you won’t sugar, I’m just gonna miss you. You fit in so well here.” She says softly. Marinette sighs.
“I’m not even leaving yet. We’re still gonna go get breakfast, right? And besides, you have my number now. And Selina already said we have to have a girl’s night every week for the rest of the summer, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not gonna go against Selina.” Marinette reminds her with a grin. Harley snorts.
“Fine, fine. Only because you want to see your dad and brothers for some weird reason. But the second you get tired of them, you can come live with Auntie Harley.” She insists. Bruce opens his mouth to object, but Marinette cuts him off.
“Of course.” She says, giving her another quick hug before turning to look at her dad. “See ya later dad, I’m gonna go change for breakfast.” She says, giving him a quick hug before going back into the apartment.
“I win.” Harley says with a smirk. “Conditionally.”
“I- fine. Conditionally. Please be cautious of what you say while out for breakfast. She’s not quite ready to be announced as a Wayne.” Bruce says.
“Whatever you say, B-man.” Harley says with a half-hearted salute. Bruce simply sighs before walking away. Harley grins. She definitely won this round.
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Chosen last: part two
Rottmnt x reader
Summary: reader worries that their new friends are becoming exactly like their old ones, unaware that they’re ditching them to prepare a surprise
Platonic, of course!
Part one: https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/650808822043115520/chosen-last
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“I’m SOOOoO gonna beat you, Mikey!” You gloated, smashing your fingers over the remote buttons and narrowing your eyes at the tv.
“Ha! In your dreams, baby!” He responded gleefully. He leaned forward and concentrated harder than you’d ever seen him.
It was your annual video game competition. Once a month you and the turtles (and April of course) have one day dedicated to seeing who was the video game champ.
Mikey won last month, Donnie won the month before, Leo won the three months before that, and Raph came close but April defeated him.
You were absolutely determined to win this month.
Surprisingly, Leo was on the couch behind you and rooting for you.
“Go y/n! You got this!” He shouted when your video game car passed Mikeys. He even jumped out of his seat, nearly spilling the popcorn.
“Why are you rooting for y/n??” Mikey accused lividly. “I’m your brother!!”
“Y/n hasn’t won a single competition! Besides, you won last month!” Leo smirked, sitting back down. “It’s hilarious to see you this worked up.”
“Oh you and Dr. Delicate touch are gonna have a looooong talk later.” You snorted.
“Hell yeah he is!” Mikey growled.
Before you could say anything else, Raph entered the room.
“Hey, guys, sorry to cut things short but... Dad needs us to clean!” He blurted out quickly. “Sorry y/n but you should probably go.”
You waved him off, shutting the tv off. “Oh, I can stay and help!”
“No! I mean, it’ll just be boring trust me.” He intervened and took the remote from you hurriedly. He even grabbed your arm and pulled you off the floor. “You don’t want to help clean! It’s fine!”
“Hold on, we have to clean?” Leo groaned. “We cleaned last month!”
“Yeah, why aren’t we fighting Splinter on this?” Mikey stood in Raphs way when he tried to push you out of the room.
You wriggled out of the red masked turtles grasp. “Come on! Don’t you want someone to help you debate this with Splinter!”
You were on the rats good side ever since you bought him the exclusive Lou Jitsu movie box. All the turtles knew this.
Why didn’t they want you on their side?
A small part of you whispered past insecurities but you brushed it away.
Raph sighed, clearly nervous. “Guys we gotta do... the thing. We gotta clean the thing!” He looked at them as if searching for help.
“What thing?” Leo narrowed his eyes.
“The THING. You know?” Raph cleared his throat. “You don’t want to know, y/n. It’s super gross.”
You placed your hands on your hips, suspicious.
“You know... the thing April mentioned a while ago?” Raph tried again, making some loose gestures that you couldn’t really understand.
Somehow, though, Mikey and Leo caught on.
“Ohhhh, the thing!” Mikey exclaimed and immediately began clearing away the snack mess that had been left from the video games.
Leo joined him. “Yeah! Dude, you don’t wanna be here to clean the thing.” He shoveled as much garbage in his arms as he could. “You can just head for the door and come back later! You know, when we don’t have to clean?”
Hesitantly, you grabbed your bag. “Okay..?”
What was this thing they had to clean?
Did they really think it would gross you out?
And why did it take them so long to catch on?
Whatever. It was probably more shenanigans. It didn’t mean anything.
“Alright then,” you stepped away from them slowly, “I’ll just head out.”
The turtles stood in their spots stiffly and waved goodbye.
You rounded the corner to walk over to the ladder, unsure of what to think.
They didn’t normally act like this...
But maybe Splinter just really wanted them to clean?
But why weren’t you allowed to know what the Thing was?
And April apparently already knew about it...
Maybe it was just that you were still relatively new to the friend group.
Yeah, that made sense.
Before you could touch the ladder you heard voices.
Two voices.
Coming from Donnie’s lab.
Well, might as well go say goodbye to Donnie right?
You shouldered you’re bag and headed over, standing in the doorway and knocking on the wall so he’d know you were there.
He and April were both sitting together looking at a computer.
You didn’t even know April was there! Well, she might get kicked out for cleaning day to. Maybe you could both do something together!
The duo looked up, panicked, and Donnie quickly shut the computer off. “Ah! Y/n! I didn’t know you were here!”
You frowned, a little hurt. “Today was the video game competition? I was here just like the last... five months?”
April gave you a too wide grin and shut the laptop. “Well! What... uh... what brings you to the lab?”
You shifted uncomfortably. “Raph and the others kicked me out cause they need to clean a Thing? They said it was really gross, and I came in to say bye to Donnie and maybe see if you wanted to go get ice cream or something?”
April turned to Donnie, wide eyed. “Well... I... I can’t exactly... I have a...”
“She has to help clean the Thing as well!” Donnie filled in for her.
Now you were really confused. “But... Raph said it was too gross for anyone other than family.”
“It’s fine!” April waved you off. “But let’s get ice cream later! Okay?”
You gave them a small wave and turned around. “Yeah... okay.”
———-
That Saturday you found yourself walking down the street with one of your old friends.
She wanted to get frozen yogurt and had a coupon for a “buy one get one free”.
Normally you’d have said no. But the turtles AND April denied you every time you asked if you could hang out!
So you said yes.
Just like old times.
“I’m SO sure Jake likes me.” She grinned to herself as she typed away on her phone. “Hope you don’t mind but he’s gonna be at the frozen yogurt shop with us!”
“Oh.” You mumbled. “I thought it’d just be you and me.”
“It’s fine!” She waved you off. “He’s nice! He’s not like the last guy... uh... what’s his name?”
“The guy who told me I was a prude or the guy who told me I looked better with makeup?” You couldn’t help but spit out bitterly.
“The first one.” She eyed you strangely. “And what’s with you today? You’re more pessimistic than usual.”
“That one was Brian. And I’m fine.”
She turned back to her phone, the two of you weaving through the new York crowd.
You’d rather be with the...
The turtles?
You stopped, hearing familiar voices coming from the alley.
“How could you forget!”
“You think I just meant to?!”
“Maybe!”
“Guys, shut up, it’s not a big deal, okay? There’s still time to figure this out.”
“Easy for you to say! You’re just gonna make up another lame excuse and leave!”
“I will not!”
“Can’t we just wait for April in peace?”
“No, because RAPH forgot about-!”
You cleared your throat and entered the alley.
The boys were huddled together, arguing. Quickly they jumped apart and tried their best to act normal.
“Heyyyyy, y/n!” Leo gave you awkward finger guns. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”
Mikey looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.
You were suddenly less excited to see them. “Hey’ didn’t expect to see you guys either!” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. “What’re you... what’re you doing here? I thought you were too busy to hang out?”
“We are!” Donnie nodded. “Very busy.”
“Yeah and dad grounded us from hanging out with people so-.” Raph added, only for his plan to fall through when April showed up from behind them.
“Guys! I got the-!” She stopped, spotting you. Whatever was in her hands she hid it purposely behind her back so you couldn’t see it. “Y/n!”
You fixed them with a small glare. “Too busy to hang out?”
You didn’t want to sound clingy or desperate, but now it just felt like they were going out of their way to avoid you.
“Well, you know, April doesn’t count! She’s practically family!” Raph chuckled.
That was enough for you to make a decision.
“Well, I’m kind of with a friend right now! I’ll... I’ll just talk to you guys later.”
You backed out of the alley, surprised to find yourself looking forward to meeting the new boy your friend was chasing instead of seeing whatever goofiness the turtles were up to.
You’d survived without them before.
Surely you could survive until whatever this was passed.
———-
“Hey girl your birthday’s coming up!” Your friend mentioned at the lunch table the next day. “I’m Definetely taking you bowling! We’ll bring all the girls, maybe even Jake!”
You didn’t even like bowling.
You didn’t even like Jake!
He was just like all the other boys she’d dated.
But it was better than just sitting at home and waiting for the boys to explain their recent behavior.
“That sounds great.” You muttered, stirring your salad half heartedly. “Can’t wait.”
You went back to sitting with your old group since this whole thing started.
You didn’t have anyone else to sit with! April would disappear during her lunch hour and say she just was going out to get lunch, but she never did that! Ever!
A part of you believed that maybe they finally realized you weren’t worth being friends with.
Maybe you were always meant to be the hermit.
“You excited?” One of your friends asked. “I am! I’m gonna invite Jaxon to go with me and I’ll get dressed up-!”
You tuned them out immediately.
What was the point.
They were talking about it like it was their party.
Not yours.
Just like every other year.
———-
Another day went by.
You found yourself with those same girls again.
They were planning the ‘bowling birthday party’ and coordinating rides. But, of course, there was no room for you to carpool with them.
“Hey, y/n!” April shouted across the lunch room.
You debated about ignoring her, and then debated about just getting it over with.
Ignoring her seemed easier.
“O’Neil, what do you want.” One of your friends asked almost boredly.
Crap, April was right behind you.
“I just wanted to talk to y/n!”
You didn’t bother turning around.
“I know you heard me. Why aren’t you sitting at our table?”
You clenched you’re fists under the table. “You haven’t been here, April. Besides I have other friends.” You finally turned to face her.
She narrowed her eyes.
But, not from anger.
“Well... I’m back now!” She grinned, placing her hand on your shoulder. “Also, Mikey wanted to know if you wanted to have ice cream with the guys later tonight?”
One of your friends burst out laughing before you could even answer. “This Mikey guy is real?”
Another one snorted. “Who’d have known?”
You tried to laugh it off.
You really did.
But that proved harder than you thought.
April placed her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘who’d have known’?”
“You know what y/n’s like!” The friend beside you waved her off. “She hardly talks to anyone! He’d probably think she’s boring.” She turned to you. “Right?” She elbowed your side when you said nothing, as if she were joking with you.
You straitened your lips into a thin line and nodded. “Yeah... right.”
“So, when we go bowling for your birthday, do you think Jake will like my blue dress or my-?”
April slammed her hands on the table. “Hold on, you think this is all some game?”
Your friend shrugged. “We’re just playing with her! She knows it’s a joke!”
“Was it? Cause I couldn’t tell!” April huffed.
“April, drop it.” You mumbled. “It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not!” She nearly yelled. “You guys haven’t been a good friend to her at all! You forgot her birthday present last year and you make her walk everywhere-!”
You stood up from your seat. “I said stop, okay?”
Surprisingly, she did.
“It’s fine. Just leave it alone.” You walked over to the trash can and dumped in your long forgotten food.
She frowned. “Fine, if you don’t want me to do this, I won’t.” She walked next to you, casting a look over her shoulder at your table. “Even though I’m right.”
You said nothing.
What could you say?
“Hey, I... I gotta go talk to the guys.” April bit her lip and glanced at the door. “Can you possibly come to the lair? Tonight? Around... five?”
You set your tray back in the pile with all the other dirty ones. “Yeah, I can try.”
“Great thanks!”
April was out of there faster than you could say ‘hot soup’.
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Wouldn’t you know it, five o’clock rolled around.
You didn’t want to go.
You really didn’t.
Well, you did, but you honestly thought this was going to be them ditching you.
All the signs were there.
Instead of over thinking you decided to just go. Don’t even think about it.
You arrived at the lair quietly, taking your time stepping down the ladder.
All the lights in the kitchen were off.
All the lights in their skating room was off.
By now, it just felt like this was one big joke. Did you misinterpret April? Did the guys even know you were down here? Ugh what if they were doing this just to laugh at you?
Finally, you got to their living room.
You clicked the light on.
“SURPRISE!!”
You nearly jumped out of your skin when the four boys, one girl, and one rat dad jumped out.
Confetti?
Cake?
Even a happy birthday banner?
Decorations with your favorite colors?
Your favorite movie ready and waiting to be played in the tv?
“Ha! Look! Y/n’s speechless!” Leo chortled.
“Happy early birthday, dear friend!” Donnie waved to showcase the room. “April told us your friends were having a bowling party on the actual day, and that you probably needed a little something fun, so here we are!”
“We got all your favorite things, facts checked by the master!” Raph patted April’s back.
“We even got your favorite video game from the store!” Mikey bounced over to the tv and picked up the disc case.
“We have cake, baked by me, and your favorite sodas!” Splinter gave you a toothy rat grin.
“And as for the gifts,” Raph chuckled guiltily, “you kind of caught us trying to get them at the store! April told us it was coming up but we forgot and had to rush to get things ready.”
You...
You honestly didn’t know what to say...
You didn’t have any words!
No one had ever done this for you before.
No one.
Not even the friends that you’d known for years.
A small tear slipped out against your will as you brought your hands to cover your mouth.
“Hey, what’s the problem? You’re supposed to be happy!” Leo dropped his party hat and rushed over, brothers behind him.
You wrapped them up in the biggest hug you could give them. “Thank you so so so much! I... no one has ever done anything like this for me!”
The family gladly returned the gesture.
“Ah, so they’re happy tears. Excellent.” Donnie nodded to himself. “You are happy with this, right?”
You released them and stepped back. “Definitely happy tears.”
April draped her arm over your shoulder. “Well then, what are you waiting for! Let’s get started!!”
That night was probably one of the best nights of your life.
For once, you weren’t chosen last.
You weren’t the extra.
You weren’t the plus one.
You weren’t taken for granted.
Let me know if you have any ideas for a part three! Possibly one where the turtles find out about the readers friends? 😏
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@pollinationweek Day 3: First (argument?)
Ruby: So, about the Vytal Festival…
Blake, closing their book, having already picked up on Ruby’s nervous pacing: What about it?
Ruby: I was thinking, you know how if a team wins in the first round, they send two members to the next round?
Weiss, looking over her shoulder from her desk: Isn’t that a decision we should save for after we’ve actually won in the first round?
Yang: What do ya mean, Weiss? Of course we’re winning in the first round. I don’t know which two of us should be in the doubles round, but the four of us together are unstoppable! No way are we losing.
Ruby: And that’s exactly why I’m worried!
Yang: Hm?
Ruby: We’re so used to fighting as a team, like…I know we have our doubles attacks, but…I’m worried about choosing two of us when a different combo might be better?
Blake: You might be overthinking it a little. I think any two of us would be a great duo to enter the next round.
Ruby: Either way, we should decide now.
Weiss, sighing and spinning her chair around to face her team/partners: Well, in my opinion, based on how 2v2 fights can go, I think we should have a duo that works best as individual fighters as well as in a tandem support role. I believe Blake and I are perfect for that.
Yang: Woah woah woah, hold on. You want strong individual fighters who also work great together? That’s me and Ruby! We’ve been fighting along side each other for years and years.
Blake, chuckling: Along side each other, and fighting with each other.
Ruby: Yang, hold on. I don’t think I want to move into the next round if we win. It feels, I don’t know, inappropriate for me as the leader to do that? I should prioritize the team’s success above all else.
Blake, raising a hand: Also, we should keep in mind that if we win in the doubles round, only one of those two move onto the singles portion. So we should probably decide which of us is our pick to fight solo for our team, then work backwards from there.
Weiss: That’s a very good idea, Blake. I propose we put it to a vote, then. Which one of us is the best individual fighter?
Blake, raising their hand again: Yang.
Ruby: Yeah, Yang.
Yang, rubbing the back of her neck: Uhm…who were you gonna to vote for, Weiss?
Weiss, face red: I… Yang it is! So who should be her partner in doubles? I think since I’m such a specialist at support, I think I—
Ruby: Blake is pretty good at support, with their semblance and their ranged attacks.
Weiss: *splutters and falls silent*
Blake, chuckling: How about another vote? Since Ruby doesn’t want to be in the doubles round, should it be me or Weiss?
Weiss, stammering quickly: I have ranged attacks, too!
Ruby: I guess I vote for Blake?
Weiss, under her breath: Oh, I am definitely only putting four sugars in your coffee later…
Yang: Uhm…I’ll be honest, I think Blake and I would work best as a duo against Grimm, not other hunters. Unless it were, like, 2v1 I guess? Our offense works best when we’re both focused on a single opponent.
Blake, shrugging: Okay, that’s a good point actually. I think Yang’s vote counts twice since it’s her partner we’re trying to choose.
Weiss: Wait, so we’re picking me?
Blake: I’m cool with that.
Weiss, hopping out of her chair: Yes!
Yang, snickering: You got something to prove, ice queen? You seemed pretty desperate.
Weiss: I’m not desperate! I just…I feel my skills could serve our team well in our pursuit of a Vytal Festival victory. I mean, I know all of our names would end up on the trophy if Yang wins the finals. I just… *shoulders sink a bit* I guess I just wanted a chance to prove myself on my own. I haven’t really gotten that chance yet…
Yang, coming closer and putting a hand on her shoulder: Hey, I get it. But you gotta remember, we’re a team above all else. We gotta have each other’s backs and do what’s best for the team. Plus, I just really wanna be a tournament champion!
Weiss, frowning and shoving her with no real aggression: You’re accusing me of having something to prove?
Yang: Uhh, I promised my dad when I was seven that I was gonna win the Vytal Tournament someday.
Ruby: Oh yeah, I was there.
Yang: See? Ruby witnessed the solemn vow, it’s basically legally binding. I gotta do this or my dad can sue, and Zwei has never lost a court case.
Weiss: But—
Blake: You heard her, it’s the law, Weiss.
Weiss: It’s not… Ughhh…
Ruby: There’s gonna be another tournament in two years, Weiss. Maybe that could be the year you go on the singles push?
Weiss, considering that: You think so?
Ruby: Sure!
Yang: Maybe you’ll actually have some muscle mass by then, too!
Weiss: You’re taking advantage of the fact I’m unarmed right now, aren’t you?
Yang, giggling: I’m just teasing you, Weiss. *kisses her forehead* And, I mean, this isn’t a complete guarantee you won’t be in the singles round. You’ll be first backup, in case I break a leg or something.
Weiss, wincing: I feel like you’re jinxing yourself.
Yang, rolling her eyes: Besides, it’s not like I’m actually going to win. Pyrrha is in this tournament.
Ruby: Yeah…
Blake: Silver medals are cool.
Weiss: Okay, you’re right, I can’t beat Pyrrha.
Yang: Neither can I. But man, I’m gonna enjoy trying.
Blake, nodding: I’m going to enjoy watching.
Weiss: *thinks about it, then blushes* Hmph.
Ruby: You guys are weird.
#more of a spirited debate than an argument#but it works#pollinationweek2021#pollination#rwby#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long
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Request: soft kiss + wrestling with Ez and actually pinning him and he’s like wtf?????
A/N: I threw in some babies because Ez as a dad 😍😍😍😍😍 Also, trying to write more for Ez. Here’s some flirty domestic life for you. Hope you like it.
Summary: The way Ez tells it, you never pinned him.
Words: 1.7k
The living room of the Reyes household is full of screams and giggles. And growls?
"Grab him, Sol!"
Despite the request of her older brother, Marisol is scooped up by a passing Ez. Her giggles bounce off the walls as her father's lips cover her cheeks and neck with kisses. Seizing the window of opportunity, Iván tugs against his father's shirt and hoists himself onto Ez's back.
When you round the corner, you find Ez overpowered. On hands and knees, he has a two-year-old Marisol clinging to his front. Her arms are wrapped around his neck as she hangs from to his chest koala style.
Your three-year-old son is on his back giggling as he narrowly avoids the playful swipe sent his way. Ez lowers Marisol to the ground. Reaching back, he grabs Iván, who groans in defeat as he is lowered to the ground. But the second one is down the other is climbing again. It is a cycle that has been on repeat for the last thirty minutes.
The three are full of giggles.
"Ezekiel-" you groan.
Ez freezes. He knows he’s caught. He was supposed to be putting the two to bed, not keeping them up. Your husband glances up at you with a sheepish grin on his face. Both children climb onto his back in his moment of relapse. Despite the stern look on your face, Ez refuses to break character.
"Ahhhh--nooo," he groans, his body slowly sinking to the ground under the unbearable weight. “Y/N.....Help me....” Ez’s movements slow, his voice comes out strangled as he crawls towards you. "They’re....tooo....strong....”
As he reaches your feet, Ez collapses to the ground. His body stills, his tragic downfall earning him a compilation of excited giggles and claps.
After a moment passes, he peeks up at you.
"Aren’t you going to avenge me?" He whispers.
“No, that’s what you get.” Lowering the hamper from your hip to the ground. You step over your husband, bending down to take your daughter into your arms.
“I can’t believe I married a woman so cold-hearted,” Ez huffs, his hand finding his heart as you pick up Iván.
"You should’ve thought of that before you kept them up well past their bedtime." You smile as he sends a wink your way.
After putting them both to bed, you find Ez still on the floor. Only he’s folded nearly all the contents of the entire hamper. The smile on his face causes your eyes to roll as you sit down across from him.
"Don’t try that smile on me," you giggle. Taking the T-shirt from his hands, you focus on folding it. As you glance up, you find him watching you with a soft smile on his lips. "I can’t believe you let two little kids beat you."
“Two against one,” Ez laughs. "Since when is that a fair fight?"
"Against you?" You lightly roll your eyes. "Please don’t tell me those muscles are for just show. Then I married you for all the wrong reasons."
Ez's brow arches. His smile brings the usual butterflies. His head tips to the side. "That’s what you married me for?"
"What else?" You giggle. Your playful eyes meet his. Your nose scrunches in disgust. "For your brain? Ugh. Who finds that sexy?”
Ez shifts the hamper out the way. "So...I'm just a piece of meat?"
You nod "pretty much" as he leans forward, softly shaking his head.
"I mean, with arms like those I thought you’d at least be able to protect me from two little pint-sized kids."
Ez's hand finds your ankle as you drop the folded t-shirt into a nearby pile.
"Zeke." You warn. "Don’t."
"Don’t what?" He asks, his thumb tracing circles against your skin.
"Start a fight you obviously can't finish,” you tease. "I mean, you couldn’t even take Marisol and Iván. I, on the other hand, will have no trouble bruising your ego when I win."
You catch sight of his mischievous smile before he tugs. You squeal as he pulls you forward. Your giggles meld with his chuckles as he climbs over you. You squirm as you attempt to stop him, and you almost do. You're quicker than he remembers, but Ez makes up for it in strength. He settles his entire weight against your body, pressing you into the floor until he's able to catch your wrists.
"Where’s all that talk? Hmmm," he chuckles, his hands pinning yours alongside your head as he shifts his position. "I thought you were actually going to do something."
"You cheated," you giggle, trying your best to roll on your side. The escape attempt is useless, Ez's weight has you pinned. His hips keep you right where he wants you. "It doesn't count."
"Making excuses, querida?" Ez ducks down to press a kiss against your neck. A chuckle slips from his lips as you squirm beneath him. "Can't make up rules as you go, that's not how this works."
"I can't believe you play dirty." You giggle as Ez shoots you a look of pure innocence. "You literally laid on top of me!"
Ez's grip tightens around your wrists as you attempt to free your hands. The smile on his lips morphs into a grin as your legs wrap around his waist.
You shift your hips, the action barely swaying his stature. You try a second time and get the same result. Ez raises his eyebrow, a smirk on finding his lips.
"Are you trying to get me off?" He snickers.
"Yes." You huff as you give up.
"I guess that's one way."
Guiding your hands to rest above your head, Ez pins them both beneath the grip of his left hand.
"Here, I'll make it easy on you." He grins. His right hand drifts beneath your t-shirt to rest against your ribcage. "Got you with one hand."
He catches sight of your rolling eyes before he nuzzles into your neck. A kiss comes soft against your skin, a chuckle following, as he lifts his pinky.
"Still can't get out?" He taunts, lifting his ring finger. Another kiss brushes against your skin, his lips sucking against your sweet spot. "How 'bout now?"
Releasing your hand, Ez allows his hands to run over your hips before drifting beneath your shirt. His fingers tease your ribcage, your hips shifting beneath him in response. A mixture of giggles and squeals fill the room as Ez tickles. His attack is ruthless. He dismisses your pleas for him to stop with a series of kisses that press against your neck and cheek.
"Please, stop-" You giggle breathlessly. "Zeke-Okay!"
His attack instantly halts. You struggle to catch your breath as he smirks.
"Ready to admit I won?" Sparkling brown eyes meet yours as his hands squeeze your hips in a warning. "Choose your words carefully, sweetheart."
The boyish grin is a sight that halts your response. Suddenly denying Ez's claim is an afterthought. You smile in return, Ez's gaze dropping to your lips. His touch digs into your hips as you bite your lip.
"No." The soft shake of your head causes Ez to blink.
He doesn't have enough time to recover. You leverage your hips, pushing up against his. The shift of your hips allows you to tip him off balance.
"Shit-"
You're on top of him before he can even fully process how fast you've moved. Your hand presses firmly against his chest as your weight settles against his torso.
“Gotcha,” you giggle as his head falls back.
You make a point of pinning down his wrists for good measure. Ez tilts his head to gauge your grip.
"Where’s all that talk, Ezekiel?" You echo softly. Lowering your lips to his, you lightly brush a kiss against his smile. "Hmmm?"
"That was lucky," he notes. "I got distracted."
"Oh? And that's my fault?" You tease. "Sounds to me like someone is making excuses...I got you fair and square."
"Did you?" He challenges. His hips shift beneath you, your gasp filling the air as you tip forward. Your palms press against the floor to maintain your balance.
Ez's smile doubles in size as you meet his gaze. The heat of his palms drags along the back of your thighs.
"Come on, Zeke. Didn’t expect you to stoop to such low levels," you giggle as his hand finds your ass kneading the soft skin. "Trying to distract me?"
"I'll take what I can get." He chuckles, his hands firmly guiding your hips down to rest against his. "Sometimes you gotta fight dirty."
"Level the playing field?"
He nods, a groan slipping out as your hips gently grind against his. The soft rocking of your hips catches Ez's breath.
“How’s that working out for you?” You smile as his fingers knead your skin encouraging your movements.
"Fucking great," he grunts. He tightens his hold on you as if you could pull yourself from his lap.
His nose brushes against yours as his eyes drift shut. His chin tilts so that he can kiss you.
"Sorry, Mr. Reyes," you smile as you move your lips out of his reach. Your palm pressed against his chest, pushing him back to the ground. His eyes open to find your playful ones watching him. "I think you owe me something first."
Ez’s grin is back as your eyes linger on his lips before lifting to meet his gaze. He knows you're not going to make the same mistake as him.
"Shit...” he groans, as your hand remains firm against his chest. The soft rolling of your hips against his bulge a stark contrast. "I tap out."
The tap out comes softly against your thigh, Ez’s left hand instantly finding the back of your neck as you smile.
His lips are soft against the corner of your mouth as your hands run down his chest. Your nose brushes his before your lips meet his. Your hand cradles his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin. The soft circles he massages into the base of your spine pulls a soft moan from your lips. The kiss is soft and slow. Neither of you rushes towards the end, your bodies relaxing into the comfort of one another. The kisses make up for the chaste and stolen kisses from the busy day.
#a really cute request#let me know what you think?#ez reyes#ez reyes x reader#ez reyes imagine#mayans imagines#mayans mc fic#mayans mc imagine#ez reyes x black!reader
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Tough Love (Part 1)
Peter Parker x Enemy!Reader
Summary: Peter Parker and you have always had a tense relationship, but there was always a line that you wouldn’t pass. What happens when one day you do, and there are horrible repercussions? Will you and Peter make up, or will it be endgame for you?
Warnings: Curse words, shouting, crying, hurtful comments. Quite a lot of angst but sprinkles of fluff as well.
Here is the request it is based on!
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Word Count: 1.5k
“Oh, good morning Y/N!”, Peter said in a sickly sweet voice. Turning around to look at him, you faked a smile, ignoring as your heart fluttered at the sight of the brown-haired boy.
“It was a good morning Peter”, you answered back, picking up some books from your locker as MJ and Ned made their way over to the two of you.
“Hey guys!”Ned exclaimed, leaning over to tell Peter about how they were going to spend the rest of their virgin day, while you caught up with MJ.
“So...nor you or Peter are dead, so a good morning?”, she asked, smirking. You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath.
“Uh huh, and the day is young. You don’t know what might happen to...say, some certain annoying turds”, you said, glancing at Peter as his jaw clenched.
“Oh please, I could squash you like a bug!”, he said, flexing his arms, smirking at you. You knew Peter was Spiderman...you were the first one to find out actually. Seriously though, you wouldn’t know how many times he left his backpack open for everyone to see. One day, you had just peeked in to….um, put something in his bag, when you saw the Spiderman suit. There could have been two explanations for it. Either he was a cosplayer or he was really Spiderman.
Sadly, when you looked at him the next day and found bruises on his arms and neck...you knew he was indeed Spiderman. But even if he was a mutant-freak superhero, you didn’t mind pissing him off every now and then. And what was he going to do to you anyway? You are an Avenger as well, and everyone knew that you would win in a fight anyday…
“Really Parker? I heard your Aunt threw a banana at you and it hit you in the face. Don’t act as if you can detect whether or not I will push you off a building-”
“I’m Spiderman love”, Peter said, winking obnoxiously at you.
“And I’m Riptide!”
“Sure, and controlling water can help you in the air right?”
“-Fine, I’ll push you in the pool. Spiders can’t swim, can they?”
Peter looked shocked for a second, but then fired back. “Uh huh, and remember. Super reflexes. I heard annoying nerds can’t swim either!”
You laughed, knowing what you were going to say next was going to make him so flustered. “Please! It’ll be the only time you have gotten any girl wet!”
And it had the exact reaction you were hoping for. Peter’s face turned red as he went into a blushing, stuttery mess. You smirked, knowing you had won this round before you turned around, walking away with MJ while you heard Ned laugh in the background.
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“I’m getting sick of it, Ned!”, MJ said, pulling Ned aside.
“What?”, he asked, too busy staring at whatever Gwen was wearing today. MJ sighed, snapping her fingers in front of him.
“Hey! Concentrate”, she said, quickly checking her phone. “We only have a couple minutes. So you and I both know Y/N and Peter are obviously in love with each other right?”
That got his attention. “What- yeah yeah. I even tried to talk to Peter about it, but he shut it down the minute I brought her up”
MJ nodded, her head deep in thought. “Y/N does the same, but she always blushes when they call each other those disgusting nicknames...and not to mention how much time she spends staring at him”
Ned agreed, as a plan started formulating in his mind. “What if...we make them talk to each other, nicely. Say, if they were stuck in a closet together?”
MJ frowned. “What about Peter and Y/N’s powers? They can easily knock down the door?”
“Web?”Ned suggested, pulling open Peter’s locker as he pulled out a small beaker with white liquid in it.
“How much time do we have?”, MJ asked, glancing at the clock.
“I think Peter said about 2 hours”
MJ smiled, looking at the empty classroom at the end of the hallway. “Well then...we are going to finally stop this petty rivalry once and for all…”
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“Hey guys”, MJ said, pulling you and Peter. Confused, you struggled in her grip.
“MJ, where are we going?”, you asked skeptically, not knowing why she would pull you right after class...along with Peter?
“Uh, you’ll see”, she said as we entered Mr Harrison’s classroom, which was pitch black and empty. Seeing the open closet at the end, you suddenly understood what she was gonna do.
“Nuh uh!”, you said, pulling away, as Peter did the same.
“We aren’t going in there”, he said, crossing his arms as MJ sighed.
“I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy, so…”, MJ said, whistling, “I got some help”
All of a sudden, you felt the wind get knocked out of you as a body slammed into your side, pushing you into the closet with Peter. Falling in, you heard the door click shut as you and Peter were shut in darkness.
Standing up, you ran to the door, trying to open it, but it was jammed shut. “What the heck?”, you muttered as Ned laughed from outside.
“It’s Peter’s WEB!”, he yelled as MJ continued.
“You two make up and stop this stupid fight of yours, and in two hours, we will let you out!”
You sighed as Peter tried opening the door, eventually sighing and sitting down. You stared at him, and scoffed. You weren’t gonna get out for the next two hours anyway, and you did want to stop fighting with Peter at some point, so why not now?
“I’m sorry Par-Peter...I guess I have been a bit of a bitch since I met you”, you said, looking at Peter as a smile broke on his face.
“It’s fine. I haven’t been the best either-”
“Understatement”, you muttered, laughing.
“I’m sorry...seriously.” You and Peter smiled at each other, and for the first time, you could feel some type of friendship forming. But as your luck would have it, something had to go wrong…
“Yeah, I did quite a lot of dumb things. Thank god we ended that!”Peter said, making you confused.
“Wait, what did you do?”
“Uh, nothing”, he said, eyes widening as you stepped closer.
“Paker”, you said threateningly.
“Um, so one time, I may have told Mr Stark to leave you out on the mission because you went to a party the night before-”
“What the fuck?”, you asked, starting to get mad, “when was it?”
“Uh, a-about 2 weeks ago”, he said weakly.
“PETER! THAT WAS THE MISSION WHERE DAD SAID HE SAW MY MOM!”, you yelled, thinking that your father knew that was going to happen, so he left you behind. But in reality, you could’ve met her! You could have met your mother!
“I’m sorry-”
“WE KEPT THE RIVALRY TO THE SCHOOL PARKER! NOT TO FAMILY”, you shouted, anger bubbling through you. Expecting Peter to apologize, you were shocked when he chuckled humorlessly.
“Oh please! Since when do you care about that-”
“Oh no”, MJ muttered, staring at Ned as you and Peter began arguing.
“No, you shut up! Why the heck can’t you just stay out of my face!”, you yelled at Peter from inside the closet.
“OH! Well maybe because you insist on coming into everyone’s life! Can’t you just mind your damn business?!”Peter yelled back, a small twinge of guilt eating it’s way into his mind when he saw you take a step back.
“What the hell is your problem?”, you shouted, pushing him.
“You are my damn problem! You are the most insufferable person on this planet!”
“Don’t you dare say that! I was the reason you ever got this job Parker. No one even cares about you!”
“Mr Stark-”
“He doesn’t care either. WHy do you think my dad would even be on Youtube!? And just by chance come across a stupid video of you?!”
“Th-that’s not true, he wouldn’t lie-”
You laughed cruelly, poking your finger into his chest. “I was the one who showed him the video Parker, and you know what? I shouldn’t have! Everybody’s life would be a 100 times better if you never existed!”
As soon as you said that, you closed your mouth, shocked at what you said. You didn’t mean it. Of course you didn’t. But Peter definitely thought so, as his eyes filled up with tears.
“Pete-”
“No. I think you made your point pretty clear”, he mumbled, pushing away the droplets of water with the back of his palm. He moved towards the door, a broken sob exiting from his throat as he pulled the door open with all his strength, unhinging it.
“Peter-”, MJ started, but he just nudged past her, running out of the school. MJ and Ned turned to look at you as you stood there, eyes bloodshot and staring after Peter.
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This was so fun to write! Thank you to the anon who requested this. There is a part 2 which will be out in a while, so I hope this is a good cliffhanger. Thanks for reading this, and if you liked it, you can reblog it, so more people can see it! See you next time :)
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