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Cumming Home for Christmas
synopsis: Simon surprised you by being home 3 weeks early, which means you get to take him to your family’s Christmas get together! Unfortunately, Simon hasn’t had his fill of you… How thin do you think the walls are in the bathroom?
content: Afab, porn w a plot, smut (dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, quickie, slightly public? maybe other stuff idk) fluff fluff fluff kind of angst if you squint real hard he just loves you sm my sweet Angel babey reader muah love u 2
word count: 3.7k
notes: Don’t ask me why I chose Christmas this is purely self-indulgent. Also, he’s a brunette going off of the comics, so I’m running with that thx!
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Warm Christmas lights, sparkling ciders and the expensive alcohol, the soft hum of cozy Christmas jazz on the speakers, family buzzing and soaking in each other’s presence - there was nothing else you could ask for. In this massive sea of black and red formal attire, your family, both close and extended, came together for an amazing holiday party at your grandparents’ estate.
Simon, who surprised you by coming home over three weeks early, has accompanied you as your plus one to the family’s holiday party. It made the event even better. Your family adored Simon to bits and pieces, constantly embarrassing you in front of him, begging to know when he wanted to start a family with you, your aunts drinking too much and asking him to take off his coat and flex. He dealt with the melting pot of clashing personalities better than you had ever imagined.
Simon expertly handled the socializing carefully and precisely. He preferred to be an observer in these bigger settings rather than to speak. He gave simple answers that were concise one liners, saving his social battery. So, to make up for it, he would escape to assist anybody needing aid. When dinner was ready, he assisted in the kitchen, making sure that everybody had their meals first, and was later caught cleaning the kitchen (much to your displeasure). He also helped light your grandfather’s cigar outside. The Parkinson’s has been making it difficult for him to light them on his own, and Simon even listened to an old war story.
It was unbelievable how much you loved this man.
Now, nieces and nephews weaved between adults and furniture, the fireplace burned hot and strong, people laughed and yelled happily over the gentle music, and the scent of baking pies and pastries wafted and filled the air. Your lovely military fiancé, overworked and tired on his break, did so well to deal with this. Of course, Simon, being an incredibly selfless person willing to compromise in any situation or scenario just to make you happy, said that it was alright when you invited him. “Nothing would make me happier,” he had said in a low, roughened voice - which was right before he buried his face between your legs.
But I digress.
Simon stood next to you as your uncle told you both in absolute monotony about his recent trip to Italy, “So beautiful. Your aunt Amelia and I want to get a vacation home there.” He finished, and you nodded awkwardly. “Sounds like you and aunt Millie had a great time, uncle Mike.” Your tone was dry while Simon nodded and hummed in response. He just wasn’t… very present.
Simon had his attention and focus set on pretty high at the beginning of the night, but he was able to relax a little bit since then, to let himself just be in the moment - or so the psychiatrist says he should. He was actively paying attention to the conversation, yes that is true, but the hand holding your waist began to… wander, a little bit. Slowly at first, but much faster now. With a hand that started on your shoulder in the beginning of the night, bit by bit lowered down your back, smoothing above the top of your ass and to your hip. Fingers pressing deep into the black velvet of your dress, Simon tried to keep you caged next to him. That didn’t matter though, because you would have done little to resist him.
You two shared a quick glance. His dark brown eyes were slightly glossed, his gaze a salaciousness that he always brings home. Ooh, it made you want to rub your thighs together just to feel something. You nodded again to your uncle Mike when he brought up something else that was equally boring. Simon, having a better idea and use for his time, suddenly seemed to have remembered something, “Apologies, Mike, but Y/N and I have to make an important phone call.” You looked up at him.
That brief look in his eye was so, so hungry. The greed brewed like a dark storm. You felt a hot chill race down your spine, your core began to burn. You acted as if you remembered the same ‘something’ as well. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we almost forgot!” You gasped in a low voice. His fingers squeezed your hip, making your chest slowly fall into shallow breaths as you could imagine him purring in your ear.
Good girl.
You two waved him off as you turned to leave the kitchen. Simon took the wine glass from your hand and placed it on the countertops as you two walked through the doorway. His hand pressed on your lower back, guiding you into the dark hallway. The armoire in the middle lit with warm candles that smelled of cinnamon and spiced apples, casting shadows that bounced and flickered across the walls. It helped light your way to the restroom, but it also kept you two enveloped in shadows to help hide whatever sins you were going to commit. Simon, without a word, opened the bathroom, and with nobody inside, he sweeped you in, locking the door behind you two.
The bathroom had warm string lights strung across the crown molding, and a window with fake candles sat high on the wall. The room was a little loud with the echoes, so you smacked the switch on the wall to turn the fan on, hoping to mask whatever sounds were going to flood the room.
Not even a second, in such a calculated move, Simon plucked his mask off and had your lips locked with his as he hoisted you onto the sink counter. All you could do in that flurry of movement was gasp, his hands gingerly holding your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing as you felt a hardened tent in his trousers press eagerly against your clothed cunt.
You ran your hands through his dark brown hair, a moan running from you into him as his hands gave your ass a harsh squeeze. He ground his hips into you, pulling a whimper from you as he pressed roughly against your thrumming clit. Simon broke from your mouth, kissing your neck as his fingers pushed up into your dress, grabbing your panties.
“Quiet - or they’ll hear us,” he whispered against your flesh. You panted with a nod as he slipped your panties off, tossing them onto the floor along with his jacket. Simon quickly unbuttoned his white sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his heavily veined forearms, his one arm tattooed with black. He expertly undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, his hardened cock springing free.
He kept kissing your neck, lightly sucking to tease but not enough to hickey or bruise. His fingers dipped into your embarrassingly wet sex, rubbing at your clit and folds before pushing two fingers into you. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, so wet already.” His voice was a growl against your neck, slowly pumping them, his fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot inside.
It caused you to mewl. Simon’s one hand jumped to cup your mouth shut, making you gasp. The movement threw you off balance, your upper back falling back to press against the mirror while grabbing onto his wrist for support. He continued to finger you and hold your mouth closed, your whimpers mumbled in his hand.
Just as quick as you just started grinding your hips, he pulled his fingers away. A disappointed moan left broken up between your mouth and his palm. Simon grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, lubricating it with your juices before rubbing against your clit. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your hip.
You whimpered, “Oh my god, Simon.” Your hips wriggled and bucked against the dizzying sensation. He chuckled, slowly pressing his cock into your hot, wet cunt. The familiar stretch made you hum in need. “You’re gonna tease me? On Christmas?” You whined, your legs once again wrapped around his hips, urging him to sink into you.
“Ahh, have you been a good girl, though?” He asked in a low rumble, his other hand grabbing the other hip, his prepared stance making your hole clench around his member. He had a half-lidded stare, swirling with a level of lust you couldn’t really see the end of - bottomless and ravenous. Simon towered over you.
“I’m always a good girl for you, Simon,” You cooed.
He slowly pushed in, making you inhale sharply as you stretched so wide to allow him to fit. You held your breath as he pushed his cock through. “I’m just teasing, love - I know you’ll always be my good girl,” he said with warmth in his voice.
His tip kissed your cervix as he nestled fully, deeply, completely. Your head rolled back on the mirror as a satisfied sigh escaped you, but Simon’s grip on your hips tightened intensely. You gasped as he began a fast pace, his hips slapping loudly against your thighs and echoing in the bathroom. It was almost too much. It gave you little time to prepare for his entering, but you settled nicely around him after a few more thrusts.
Simon wasn’t normally this fast. He loved to hit with hard strokes, but nothing typically of this pace. Fortunately, you weren’t one to complain. It was so goddamn good. You hate it when your fiancé is away, not knowing where he was for most of the time, but when he’s gone for so long and comes back? Fuck. It’s criminal how good the sex is. His impatience made it impeccable.
But you were desperate. You wanted to cry and moan and yell, to beg and pray for him to bring you to a higher plane of pleasure. Oh, God, you would do anything for it, anything for him. You grasped at his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving stinging crescent moon shaped imprints in their path. He groaned lightly at your sharp grip, a soft chuckle coming from him. “Oh, you like this?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep anything but your gasps, pants, and squeaks from escaping.
“Touch yourself,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but it was a demand.
With one hand still on Simon’s arm, the other moved to your clit, and you began to rub in quick circles. Simon watched your face twist and change: your mouth hanging open as you panted, but occasionally closed to bite your lip so to stop yourself from moaning; eyes half-lidded, barely open, glazed, and painfully horny; back bowing and arching, your toes curling, body just at a loss at what it can handle. This was Simon’s favorite view in the world. It’s what he came home for. It’s what he fought for.
A moan tumbled from your mouth as you held on for dear life. “S-Simon!” You whined his name, the heat inside of you burning red hot, uncontrolled, and rampant.
“S’alright love,” his voice was soft, “you gonna cum?”
You nodded quickly, the fingers on your clit stuttering as you found your release fast approaching, his almost brutal pace not slowing in the slightest. “I’m gonna c- ah- cum, Simon!” You struggled not to say too loud. “Don't stop!”
“Come on, Y/N,” he ushered, “cum for me.” Simon knew how to drive you over the edge. His hand reached out, firmly but gently cupping over your mouth to keep your head in place - and to push back your lascivious sounds.
A moan found itself trapped, lodged in your throat as you fought with your whole might not to yell and cry out. Your orgasm ripped through and crashed over you like a tsunami. He had unraveled you.
Your back arched, and you couldn’t roll your head back. Your lashes flickered as you struggled to keep your eyes from crossing or rolling back to look at Simon while you came. The fingers you had on your clit stopped moving as you were paralyzed, but the grip you had on his forearm stayed strong, “Ahhh, fuckin’ look at you. That’s a good girl, cummin’ nice and pretty on my cock. You like that, yeah?” He groaned, hips putting in more power to drill into your tightened pussy, tears pricking at your eyes as the orgasm left your legs shaking around him.
Simon retracted his hand, grabbing back at your hip. You let out a quick, small cry as your free hand held back onto his forearm. “Y’alright, love?” He grunted, and you nodded furiously before he could stop, but he started slowing down. You didn’t want him too. “Need- I need you,” you gasped, “don’t stop, Simon.” You whimpered.
Oh, to be buried deep inside your pussy was all he could have ever hoped for upon coming home. Y/N, ever so kind and giving. Simon tightened his hands around your hips again and began the brutal pace as you struggled to keep silent.
That’s when you felt your body heating up again. Your sex thrummed with the building pleasure and excitement once more, causing you to moan while you held onto his wrists. A light sheen of sweat sat on your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your flesh.
Simon moaned softly with a smirk, your fucked out expression and legs lazily clinging onto his hips was such an amazing sight. The snapping of him against you had beat your pussy red, leaving it angrily aroused. “You gonna cum again? Yeah? Ahhh, thas my needy girl.” Desperate, tiny grunts popped out of you with each thrust, your pussy swallowing Simon deeply.
“Si-Simon! Gonna- c-cum!” You gasped out with each pump. 
Your orgasm hit like a rapid flash of heat and pleasure. A squeal escaped you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back, legs around Simon’s waist tightened, your whole body trembled from his unrelenting pace. Your face was flushed red, eyes completely glazed and lost as your hair stuck to your face.
“Ah, f-fuck, so fuckin’ tight. So good - my girl is so good, God, cummin’ on my cock, just like that.” He growled, his hips slowly beginning to fall off rhythm while his orgasm began to creep up on him.
You moaned and begged, “Ah, Simon, nngh, I-I can’t- please cum!”
“Don’t you worry, g-gonna cum inside this pretty pussy,” Simon groaned, “gonna fill you up, yeah?”
You nodded furiously as your body screamed in overstimulation. “Please, I- ah! Too much, ah, you’re too much, Simon!” You cried out, your ever tightening cunt being stretched open, begging for his release.
“Y/N- Y/N, fuck!” He hissed as his hips slammed against you, tightly holding his cock against your cervix as if he was threatened to be ripped away. He groaned, emptying himself into you completely, his cock jerking and flexing harshly, making the veins on his shaft more pronounced. You whimpered, your cunt tensing around him as you felt hot waves shooting inside of you. He stayed for a moment while panting, his thighs shaking slightly, relishing in the feeling as oxytocin and dopamine flooded his brain. Simon pulled out, a throaty groan leaving you at the sudden emptiness, your legs letting go of him.
“Well… let’s hope nobody heard that.” Simon said in a low voice, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt and grabbing your panties for you. You slid off of the sink and inhaled sharply as your knees buckled. He immediately latched onto your arms, making sure you wouldn’t fall. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, y’alright?” He asked, slowly loosening his grip to make sure you were okay on your own.
“My legs, Simon. Jesus Christian Christ - I can’t stand.” You huffed, leaning against the sink, glowering at him as you took your panties from his hand, embarrassed.
He unrolled his sleeves, buttoning them. “You’re really gonna talk like that? On Jesus’ birthday?” He looked at you as he grabbed his jacket, shaking his head. “What would your nan say, hmm?” He feigned sincerity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swung the jacket on.
“Well, the jokes on you because Christmas isn’t even Jesus’ birthday.” You snapped back at him, slowly sliding your underwear on as your knees shook like a newborn giraffe. He tutted in disapproval as he moved up to you.
Simon’s body was close, his body radiating warmth. He wasn’t one for a lot of physical affection, which was alright, so when he took the time to be attentive to you… you always melted against him immediately. His finger lightly hooked under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Your body subconsciously gravitated towards him, like a moth seeing the moon for the very first time.
He leaned down, lips brushing so close to yours, your eyes still connected . “Fuck what day it really is - I just know I’m home.” Simon pushed in for a deep kiss, brimming with emotions, the kinds he couldn’t really say. As he pulled away, he couldn’t help but admire you.
The golden candlelight fluttered across his face. His tired but warm eyes studied you, as if seeing you for the first time, memorizing and mapping every freckle, wrinkle, and spot, because he’s scared that the moment he looks away, he’ll forget. He took in your flushed, messy appearance as if God himself sent down a heavenly body to give him a reason not just to fight, but to live; an angel on its mission as a guide, and he would willingly martyr himself on the ground at your feet if it meant he could just hear you say his name. Once.
Simon wanted to say these things, but he wouldn’t. He might never. But that’s alright, too. Not everyone is meant to love so boldly.
You cocked an eyebrow as he stared at you so intensely. “You okay there, Lieutenant?” You asked, a small smile on your lips.
He realized that, yes, it was alright that he didn’t say those things. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to - you just knew. Everyday he thought about how he didn’t deserve you. You, ever so loyal and strong. You’ve given him a purpose, motive, after all of these years - alone.
He often wondered what he had done to deserve having someone like you in his life. Someone who loved and cultivated, with hands of soft mercy, so tender and kind. A voice of validation, honesty, reason, all stemming from your unconditional love. If he had met you years ago, before the therapy and psychiatry helped, he would’ve let your fingers prick and bleed as you grasped at his thorns while he plucked you of your petals, leaving you broken and bare.
He didn’t deserve you.
Simon returned the smile, his voice soft, “Never better.” His hands moved to hold your waist as you two shared a few more kisses. “You know I like it when you call me that,” he hummed in between the lip locking.
You moaned gently and teasingly bit his bottom lip, your hands pressing against and gliding up his shirt. You kissed his jawline and sighed, “Is that so, Lieutenant Riley?”
He squeezed your waist in a warning. “Careful, love, we don’t have time for round two. Save it for tonight.” Your pussy purred just as Simon pulled away, picking up the mask from the sink and putting it back on in an attempt to obscure his identity.
You hummed, legs still a little shaken. “Well, I might need a minute to get my feet under me. You… okay with managing my family alone?” You asked hesitantly, eyes slightly squinting as if to flinch. He studied you for a moment, eyes glancing you up and down. It made you a little self-conscious, causing you to shift.
“Of course, Y/N,” his tone was reassuring, and subtly professional, “you sure you want me to leave you? Just say the word, love.”
Your body relaxed a little, and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”
Simon faltered, if for a moment, before he gave you a soft squeeze on the arm, and left. You sighed, turning to lean onto the counter and fix your hair in the mirror. Your legs really were shaking, much to your surprise. Yes, yes, Simon makes you shake plenty, but he doesn’t always fuck that hard, if rarely. You couldn’t be more embarrassed. Sending your fiancé, who is not the biggest people-person, back to the wolves, but it’d be more embarrassing if you walked out there in your current state.
You fixed your dress and made sure you were able to stand properly again after a few minutes. Making sure your hair, makeup, and dress were all still together, you left the bathroom with caution. You quietly snuck down the hallway, back against the wall. You got to the doorway and peeked around the corner to peer into the party.
You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom for as the crowd surprisingly died down. Family members left for home, hotels, or whatever bedrooms your grandparents had available, so the end-of-the-night afterparty was intimate and calm. You inched into the room, eyes falling on Simon, who was outside with your grandfather, lighter in his hand.
You smiled gingerly as your mother called you over. “Sweetie, everybody loves Simon. I know he isn’t much of a talker, or a hugger, but he made a great impression.” Her voice was filled with warmth and happiness, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “He also listens to your grandfather’s stories, bless his heart.” She cooed. Your mother continued to speak, but her voice drowned out as you watched your future husband.
Simon stood at ease, with his hands held together and relaxed behind him as your grandfather engaged him in a story, puffing his cigar shakily as his hands trembled while he was animated. It was so calm and serene, watching him nod, the ghost of his jawline moving beneath the mask as he spoke. Your heart fluttered as Simon’s eyes flicked over and locked onto you, giving a little wink before turning his attention back to the present conversation.
Okay, you’re definitely sitting on his face tonight.
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BOBPUL ENCOUNTERS A SNOWMAN | KIM MINGYU
“Look at the two of you,” you giggled, as Mingyu picked up your fluff ball dressed in a black puffer jacket, matching with her dad. “You’re adorable,” you cooed, scratching Bobpul behind her ears, as she wiggled impatiently in Mingyu's grip, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.
“Me or Bobpul?” He questioned, tucking your hair behind your ear, as you leaned closer to the dog. “Both of you. My babies are the cutest,” you scrunched your nose at Bobpul, who looked like she was having the time of her life. Her tail was wagging against Mingyu's arm and you couldn't wait until you let her run in the snow where she would go crazy with happiness.
“I have a feeling she likes you more than me,” he said, nuzzling his nose into her white fur, making Bobpul squirm even more. “You little traitor,” he whispered, before setting her on the ground, and grabbing her leash from the shelf.
Honestly, it was fucking unfair how handsome your boyfriend looked, even with his face mostly covered by his black bucket hat. As much as you loved him dressed up in suits and all of those amazing stage outfits, this version of him had to be your favorite - it wasn’t idol Mingyu who was standing in front of you, but your Gyu, and it made him so much more perfect.
“Stop staring at me,” Mingyu mumbled shyly, fixing Bobpul’s collar.
“I wasn’t looking at you, I was looking at my little princess,” you smiled at your dog, who looked like she didn’t have any other thought than snow snow snow in her head. Mingyu chuckled, knowing you were lying - after all this time together, you were like an open book to him. “Sure, baby.”
Something about this scene was so oddly domestic - you getting ready to go on a walk with your dog, Mingyu and Bobpul wearing matching jackets, you bundled up in one of your boyfriend’s hoodies and his coat that was way too big for you - it all felt like one of Mingyu’s hugs in the morning when neither of you wanted to leave the bed.
“You guys are like my little Christmas miracle, you know?” You smiled, pulling a beanie over your boyfriend’s head.
“Oh, baby,” he pouted, looking at you from where he was kneeling by Bobpul. It was moments like these that reminded you why you endured all the hardships of dating an idol - nothing could beat the tenderness with which Mingyu looked at you.
“I love you. So much,” he said and stood up, pulling you into his arms - into your safe place that felt like a blanket and a cup of tea on a cold winter morning, into the one place you could stay forever in.
“Love you too, Gyu,” you mumbled, placing a kiss on his jaw, as he pressed his lips against your forehead.
Immersed in your own bubble of love, you didn't notice how Bobpul impatiently paced back and forth until she finally decided to make her presence known, letting out a loud woof, woof.
“Yeah, you’re right baby. Let’s go,” you laughed at her, grabbing Mingyu’s hand in yours, just as he managed to sneak in one last kiss on your lips with a loud muah. You snickered, gently smacking him in the ribs with your intertwined hands. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”
…
The second you stepped outside, Mingyu pulled out his camera taking a few pictures of you and Bobpul. Of course he did - he was a family man through and through, and he loved taking photos of his family, including you. It always made you blush whenever you visited his mom and dad, and some of your framed photos stood in the living as if you were a part of the Kim family.
“Put that thing away, and let’s make a snowman,” you clapped your mittenclad hands, smiling at Mingyu.
You spent the next few hours building snowman, with occasional breaks for snowball fights and rolling in the snow (Mingyu fell while carrying you and you landed on the ground together), along with Bobpul, who was running happily around you, barking and snorting as the snow got to her to the nose.
“Please, Gyu. Don’t drop it,” you shot your boyfriend a worried look, as he picked up the last part of your snowman - it’s head, because knowing Mingyu, nothing was safe in his hands - especially not a big ball of snow.
Fortunately, he managed to put everything together, and all parts of the snowman were safely in their places. “Too bad we don't have any carrots,” you sighed, looking at what looked more like three snowballs lying on top of each other than a snowman. "It's good that you have a boyfriend like me, then," he laughed and took out a carrot from his pocket, along with some small stones that you could use to make mouths and eyes.
“Oh my God, I have the best boyfriend ever,” you gasped dramatically, cradling his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together. “The most thoughtful, strong, smart, handsome, dashing, adorable, funny-,”
“Okay, okay, I get it. I’m amazing,” Mingyu rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face told you he wasn’t annoyed in the slightest.
“Mhm, you are,” you whispered, pulling his head down, and pecking his lips. “Ugh, put on a lip balm or something. Your lips are chapped like they haven’t seen vaseline in a year.”
“You little,” Mingyu bent down and collected snow in his hands, ready to throw it all at you, as if you weren’t already covered by it from head to toe.
Luckily, your little girl came to your aid, without even realizing it. "Bobpul? What happened, why are you barking like that?" Mingyu, surprised, turned to the dog and let out all the snow he was holding in his hands. The momentary worry that something had happened to your dog quickly turned to amusement as you burst out laughing when you saw Bobpul standing in front of your snowman and barking at him like crazy.
Mingyu looked like he was about to cry with laughter, and it made everything so much funnier. “Baby, it’s just a snowman,” you mused, picking up your pup and petting her to calm her down. “Nothing to bark at, hm. You scared me for a second there,” you murmured, bumping your nose with hers.
Focusing on Bobpul, you didn't notice when Mingyu pulled out his camera again, only a quiet click brought your attention back to him. "I had to, you look so cute together," he smiled, his cheeks flushed pink. “My girls,” he said, putting one of his hands on Bobpul’s head and cradling your face with the other.
You wondered if the next time you visited his parents you’d find this photo standing on a shelf in the living room.
because I couldn't find out if bobpul is a boy or a girl, I refer to her/him as a girl
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Ellie williams x female reader !
A/n: ahhh new series alert ⚠️! Hope you guys enjoy part 1 I'll be working on part two over the next few days MUAH
Summary: Ellies the bad girl in the school but she takes a liking to the reader, everyone's worried but the reader somehow changes her for the better
Warnings: fluff, bad girl Ellie, not really anything flirting, swearing? This is set at college/uni so they're a bit older then 19? Mighttt have smut in future chapters !
Masterlist || pt 2 ! Pt 3 !
It was frightening being the new girl. You were shy, very shy. You didn't know at all how to make friends, wandering the halls with your books clutched to yourself. It was overwhelming with how many people there were, you just wanted to get to your last class then go to your second home. The library. You had been waiting all day to finish and head straight there. You had heard good things about the schools library. It was massive, full of so many books. Old and full of memories, it was ancient.
You just sat down in a chair for your last class of the day when some girls approached you. "Oi, dork." You look up from your book seeing a tall brunette with a few blue streaks in it. You await her words, wondering what she wanted. "You new here or something? I don't recognize you." You nod. "I am yeah." She looks down at your books. "Stella." You keep your gaze on her. "Oh- im-" She gets down to your level. "I don't care. You're in my seat." You look at where you were and giggle just a bit. "What are we 16?" You fucked up. She slams her hands down on the desk making you jolt back.
"Wrong. Answer." You widen your eyes, swallowing. "S-sorry." You stutter, going to get up when a hand gets placed on your shoulder. You turn your head to a tall copper haired girl. "Leave her be Stella." She stares coldly at her. Stella just smirks. "You haven't called me back Williams." You look at the girl beside you. "Yeah cuz I don't keep in contact with egotistical sluts like you." You almost gasp, shocked by her language. "Harshhh. No need to get bitchy." The girl chuckles. "Youre one to talk. Pestering someone so innocent. Just sitting there minding her own business." Stella looks at the girl like she's crazy. "And you're so different? You bug anyone and everyone." The girl pouts. "Sad it's not you? Is that burning your ego even more?" Stella rolls her eyes. "Whatever." She spits going to leave.
"You alright?" The girl asks. You nod, putting your hair behind your ears. "Thank you." She nods also. "I'm Ellie. You're new huh?" You nod again, not use to all these people conversing with you. "Well I'll see you round new girl." You watch as she walks to the back of the class to her seat, sitting by another man and woman. She intrigued you for some reason. You had no idea what it was but, you wanted to know.
You were happy, smiling and walking briskly to the library, ready to wind down from a day of classes. You open the old wood doors, they were tall, with carvings and designs. You step inside taking in everything, the smell, the quietness. It was your new happy place. You stride in going over to each section. You were just admiring it all for now but you were determined to find this book you've been meaning to read. As you browse you suddenly come across it, your smile widens, getting on your tip toes to reach it. "Curse being so short." You mutter to yourself.
"Need some help there, new girl?" You turn around to be faced with the copper haired girl yet again. "Oh uhm. Yeah actually." You laugh a little embarrassed. "Struggles of being short." She nods, reaching to grab it with ease. "Glad I was here to help then." She smiles giving it to you. "What're you doing in here?" You ask, not even knowing why you did, anyone could go in here. "Ouch, do I not look like the reading type?" You shake your head. "No no no I just-" She giggles. "I'm teasing you love. And I am a big reader actually." She looks at the book she gave you. "You're going to really enjoy that." You look at the book yourself. "I've been meaning to read it for so long." You admit.
"Well it's worth the read." She smiles. "So what's your name new girl?" You hug the book to your chest. "Y/n. But I- i don't mind the nickname you already give me." She smirks. "New girl? Alright then I shall call you that." It went silent. "So-" You then hear stomping, turning your head. "Ellie leave this poor girl alone." A dark haired woman comes by her. "I'm not even doing anything just casually speaking." Ellie replies. "We should get going anyway, come on." The woman begins to walk off. Ellie looks at you. "I'll see you around, again. New girl." You keep your gaze on her as she goes. Thinking about how most people view her, confused by it all.
Knocking on the door of your dorm, you had just found it. Watching as the door opens. "HI can I help you?" A girl is in sight, giving you a toothy smile. "Uhm im your new roommate." You give her a smile also. "Ahh, well come on in." She moves out the way inviting you in. "How come you didn't do this, this morning?" She genuinely asks. "I wanted to get straight into it, I decided to come back and unpack later." You look around at the cute little dorm room. "Well, all your stuff is in your room, make yourself comfy." She smiles at you, going into the kitchen. You return the smile, heading into your room. It was tiny but just the perfect fit for you. You begin to unpack setting everything out nicely and to how you like.
Once you're happy with how everything looks, you go out into the main area, seeing your roommate. "I'm Angela by the way, everyone just calls me Angie." You nod. "I'm Y/n." She nods. "Its nice to meet you. How has your first day been?" She pours herself a coffee. "Want a drink?" You shake your head. "I'm ok, thank you though. And it was good, classes were good. I got to see the library which was probably the highlight of my day." You smile, going to sit on the couch. "Its pretty cool isn't it." She smiles sipping on her coffee. "Hey, do you know someone called Ellie Williams?" She stares at you. "You don't wanna get involved with her, she's bad news." You furrow your brows. "Wait why?" You inquire. "She's a complete asshole. She will hurt you, and you're too sweet to be involved with someone as putrid as her."
You look at the couch in thought. Why was she such an asshole, she seemed really nice. "Can you tell me more?" You ask, looking at her. She strides over to the couch taking a seat next to you. "Ellie doesn't care about anyone but herself. She'd hurt you just to please herself." You ponder. "But she was nice to me-" She shakes her head. "Its all an act, don't fall for any of it ok?" You just nod. She gives you a reassuring smile. "Right well I'm going to start on some dinner, you in the mood for anything in particular?" She begins to go back into the kitchen. "I'm not fussy." "Awesome." She smiles.
Voices. You heard voices as you woke up, rubbing your eyes as you sit up. You put a brown robe on, peaking your head out the door to see. "No Williams. You're fucking creepy." You try to make out more of the conversation. "I'm not being creepy I was just wondering if she was here or if she had left already. Is that a crime?" Angie let's out a dry chuckle. "Yeah with you it is one. Leave her alone Ellie. Shes a sweet girl, she doesn't need your games." You hear the door shut. What did Ellie even want? You shake your head out of your thoughts, deciding to ignore it and get on with the day.
"New girl wait up!" You hear from behind you, fast footsteps coming closer. You turn your head. "Oh, hi." Ellie comes to a halt. "I've been looking for you all morning." You furrow your brows slightly. "Whys that?" You ask, still keeping your text books close. "I wanted to show you another book that you might be interested in." She starts to walk with you to your first class. "We can go to the library later and check it out." You nod, but suddenly think about why everyone is not fond of her when she's so nice to you. "What's it about?" "Just like the one you had yesterday but a different style and author. I think you'll like it." You nod, coming to your class. "Well I'll see you later, Ellie." She smirks. "See you, new girl."
It was on your mind all day, could you really trust this mysterious woman. You had only met her, and from what you had heard it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. You were walking down to the library as it was now the end of the day, you were planning to study a little bit in there also. Going in you spot Ellie immediately, she gives you a smile signaling to come over to her. She was sitting in one of the maroon colored chairs. "Hey." You say setting your stuff down and joining her in one of the chairs. "Have a good day?" She inquires. You nod. "Yeah it wasn't too bad. Yours?" She nods also. You look at her hands, at the book she held. "Right yes, the thing you've been waiting all day for." You sit up a bit, looking at her. "Give the one you got yesterday a read first then read this one, and let me know what you think about it."
She hands it to you, you give her a smile taking in her words. "Thank you for this." She leans back and smiles. "You're welcome angel." She looks at all your other books. "You going to study?" You nod. "Yeah just some history stuff I'm going to work on." You bring out all your supplies, stuffing the book she gave you in your shoulder bag. "Want some company?" You look at her. "Sure, company can't hurt." You smile still at one another. "I'll just be doing my own stuff." You watch as she gets out her own book, you look at it further. "Are you studying too? What subject." She looks at you. "Meh no just personal pleasure." You look more at it, it was a sketch book. "You draw?" She gets the last of her supplies. She nods at your question. "Yeah I do, guess that's another thing you didn't peg me to do huh?" You laugh a little bit. "I didn't, no. How long have you done it for?" She fully looks at you now.
"Since I was young." You look at the book again. "Can i see some of your work?" She nods, opening it up and giving it to you. You examine them, flipping the pages, she was incredible. "These are amazing." You continue to flick through, coming across some colorful ones. You admire them. "You like that one?" She noticed how you looked at it. "Its so beautiful the color, is this done with paints?" You trace your finger over it lightly. "It is yeah, you like paintings?" You look at her fully. "I actually paint myself." She sits back in the chair again. "Well what do you know. Learning new things about you every second new girl." She smirks at you intrigued. "Well, Ellie what about you." She leans forward. "What do you mean by that." You contemplate on whether or not you should ask.
"Why are you so nice to me. You don't even know me." You state. "Well, that's a good question, and I know exactly why you've asked it. Don't listen to them I may not be perfect but I'm not a monster. You interested me. No one here's, ever interested me like you have, so I took liberty into getting to know you." That's it, why do people hate her so much. Which brings you to your next question. "Why do people not like you." She let's out a tiny laugh. "You're very interested too huh. I'm not a sweet angel. I don't follow by anyone's expectations, or rules. I make some not so great choices, but I dont really care most of the time." You listen to everything. "But why me, im so ordinary." She looks at you, deeply this time. "Not to me. I see something in you, I'm drawn to it."
You look at her shoes, something you always did, it always told you about the person. She had worn out converses on. "I want to get to know you more." She grabs your hand, making you look at her. You look into her eyes as she does so. "I want to get to know you too." She smiles, letting go of your hand and sitting back in the chair. "What do you paint?" She asks, but looking at her sketch book. "Nothing special I just normally work with water colors and some paints, I just do whatever is on my mind, it may not make sense to others but I envision it and just, do." She looks up listening. "I admire that. I might have to check some of your work out sometime." You smile and nod. "Yeah I'm sure that could be arranged." You wanted to continue studying but you couldn't help but get distracted by her.
She was without a doubt beautiful she had a messy half way mullet looking haircut. Green eyes like emeralds. Light freckles coating her face, as she concentrates. Her grungy clothing, hanging baggy over her body. You were so mesmerized by this woman, so far she's made you feel so, real. "What're you drawing?" She doesn't respond right away. Still looking at her paper, but she looks up at you. Keeping silent and looking back at the paper. You look at her with confusion. "Ellie?" She continues to sketch whatever it was she was scribbling at. But once she was done she looks at you, flashing a smirk. She moves, keeping the book to her but ripping one of the pages out and handing it to you upside down. "See you tomorrow new girl. You'll have to give me a tour of your paint work, I'll hold you to it." She smiles as she goes to leave. You watch but then you look at your lap, at the drawing. It was of you. You smile to yourself, looking at every detail. You keep looking, spotting a note in the corner. 'Meet me at my dorm ####, tomorrow morning -E' you keep smiling to yourself. This was just the beginning.
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happy birthday - j.m x fem!reader
posted nov 27th, 2023 9:50pm
anon asked: could you do bestfriend jj asking reader out on a date for her birthday present and he tells her he’s been in love with her for years🩷🤭
so sorry for the wait!! for the sake of this, pretend reader and jj kissed before finding the gold instead of jj and kie i also don't know HOW THE FUCK but i forgot abt the love confession I'm sorry :( okay muah. it's def way past ur birthday but happy birthday! my grandma used the sing the beatles song to us on our birthdays! i hope u like it :)
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Loud cheers and “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”s rang through your ears the second you were within eyeshot of your friends all out back of the chateau. The smile on your face only got bigger when Sarah and Kie tackled you in a hug, all three of you going down in a fit of giggles and more “Happy birthday!”s
Helping each other stand up, you all made your way closer to the rest of your friends all of whom shared your cheerful smiles. John B was the next to pull you into a hug, “Happy birthday,” he smiled. “Thanks, JB.” You smiled, pushing him off you as he messed up your hair, earning a laugh in response. Cleo nodded at you with a smile from where she sat, “Happy birthday, Y/n/n” you thanked her, before being pulled into another hug by Pope and JJ this time, earning another round of laughs from the group as they nearly crushed you in between them both happily singing The Beatles birthday song, You laughed again, smiling when JJ threw his arm around your shoulder and kept it there even after the hug had ended. “Thank you guys, that was sweet” You spoke, your cheeks warm from all the affection.
“So birthday girl, what do you want to do today?” John B asked, rubbing his hands together eagerly awaiting your answer.
“I actually just wanna hang out, with everything that’s happened these last few months, we haven’t really had the chance so!” You announced, smiling nervously as if for whatever reason they’d reject the idea. Instead, it was met with nods of understanding and excited high-fives from the boys.
John B gave JJ a pat on the back and a wink before moving back to sit with Sarah, giving you a weirdly suspicious smile before JJ spoke up, “Although, we-” Pope forced a cough and cleared his throat to cut JJ off, giggles coming from the girls. “I had an idea in mind for tonight though, not the whole day just a few hours tonight” JJ shrugged, grinning at you and dropping his arm from your shoulder to fully turn to you.
You smiled back, “Alright, bring it on, Maybank” You laughed through your words, expecting this surprise of his to be something illegal or some last-minute party at the point, but as more cheers for the long-awaited normal day came from the pogues your thoughts were practically wiped clean with matched excitement.
And so you had your usual summer day on the water, with your usual playlist and John B pushing Sarah in the water, Pope in charge of steering the boat with newfound company in Cleo, and JJ shaking cold water droplets from his hair onto you and Kie’s laps like a dog. Kiara had snagged food from her parents and nobody asked how but JJ and John B showed up with beer.
Now as the sun set and a breeze hit your shoulders you found solace and warmth in JJ’s thin but discarded button-up, Pope was taking the boat back to land for whatever JJ had planned and everyone was calmly chatting amongst themselves, not including Kie and JJ who were bickering over what time was best to get high.
As the Chateau came into sight you felt JJ's head fall onto your lap, looking down to see him already smiling up at you.
“Sup pretty lady,” he said, his sunglasses falling perfectly on his nose and his hair just slightly damp and cold on your thighs. “What’s up, J” You smiled back as always, ruffling his hair but leaving your fingers entangled in it.
“Ready for your surprise?” JJ was evidently eager about his plans but when was he not, even the bad ones had JJ shaking with excitement.
Actually, especially the bad ones.
You nodded, growing impatient when you were suddenly hit with the realization of not really knowing what this surprise was.
JJ stayed like this the rest of the time left on the boat, starting up mindless conversations with you and asking dumb questions when the conversations would seemingly end, it made it feel like you hit land a little too soon, suddenly missing the feeling of him being so intimately close as he stood up and hopped off.
The boys helped the girls off, JJ grabbed your hand once Sarah was safely secured and on her way to the old hammock. Although when he helped you he held onto your hand longer than necessary turning to the rest of your friends and announcing you’d both be on your way to Pope’s place to pick up the dinner Mrs Heyward so graciously offered to make for your birthday.
John B sent JJ another wink before waving you guys off. Your friends all watched as you guys got on JJ’s bike and headed off, all giggling and chatting about whatever this surprise was.
“Thank you so much! I owe you, Miss Heyward!” JJ yelled as he ran back from the door to his bike, you waved and blew Pope’s mom a kiss as she called out a happy birthday before JJ handed you the box of food and promised to go slow while starting his bike back up.
He actually kept his promise and after what felt like forever you stopped not too far from the docks where you grew up watching the boys fish and as JJ ever so graciously took the box of food from your hands you began approaching it.
And there it was, an old blanket you recognized from John B’s couch laid out on the old wood, with a rock on each corner to hold it down and a single candle set in the middle, the melted wax signaling it had been lit but the wind had blown it out and as you watched JJ set down the box and turn to you with a nervous smile, clapping his hands together, you realized what this all was.
“So uh, I couldn’t think of anything to get you, and you said it yourself this morning! With everything going on the last few months, it’s been a lot for us and we never got a chance to really establish what this” he motioned between you two with his hands, “what we were, so what better than to have our first date?” You pouted as he finished, ignoring his worried questions at the pout as you got closer to JJ and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling at how fast his hands landed on either side of your waist.
“JJ, this is so sweet, you are so sweet” You whispered, close enough to feel his breath. JJ smiled, his worry instantly fading as he sighed. “God, you scared me” he laughed, earning a laugh from you as well.
“Happy birthday, baby” JJ whispered back, a soft look in his eyes as they flickered from your own and your lips.
And for the first time since just before finding the gold, you felt confident in leaning up and closing the small gap, pressing a long overdue kiss to JJ’s lips, laughing breathlessly as his lips chased yours when you pulled away.
best birthday ever
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ROXY: as a woman i REFUSE 2 make myself small for UR comfort unless YOU r my CAT and u are sleepin on my bed like a little baby prince boy i will contort and accommodate and give u five thousand head kissies ready set muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah muah
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BAD IDEA RIGHT? — L.HS
synopsis: Getting over an ex was supposed to be easy? Wrong. You couldn’t resist yourself from going back to your ex, Lee Heeseung, after just one phone call from him and you even ended up lying to your friends about it. All of the trouble and emotions you went through after the break up was meant to keep you away, but can’t two people reconnect? Seeing him for a night was a bad idea, right?
pairings: non-idol!heeseung x afab!reader
genre: exes to fwb/situationship, slight angst
warning(s): slight hints of suggestiveness, profanities, running back to an ex </3
wc: 1024
a/n: immediately had an idea after listening to olivia rodrigo's new song! hope you enjoy this one and please leave a feedback as always <3 reblogs are appreciated too! muah!!
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Bumping into your ex at a party wasn't what you had in mind.
It was a night you were meant to enjoy with your girlfriends, being all dolled up in your best dresses and having your makeup done perfectly, you were ready to meet someone tonight. That idea came crashing down when you caught sight of him, Lee Heeseung, your ex.
You haven't heard from him in months after the break up. Although it was a friendly, mutual break up, things just weren't the same as it was. A three year relationship down the drain was painful and hard to fully let go, you didn't even know what went wrong. Somehow you also managed to avoid him most times, but apparently it just wasn't your night, was it?
"Y/N, please don't let him affect you," Wonyoung practically begged, personally witnessing your messy cries after the break up and wishing anything but for you to run back to him when the wound was still healing.
"I'm not," you said defensively, but frowned. "I think,"
"You think?"
"I'll avoid him and he won't affect me. Out of sight, out of mind,"
"You better," she said almost threateningly.
The rest of the hour passed by with you drinking sadly and Wonyoung off to somewhere else, which meant you were all on your own. Heeseung was nowhere in sight and you were glad, hoping it would stay that way.
It didn't.
An unknown number flashed on the screen of your phone. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to pick it up, but you did anyway, your instincts were telling you to do so.
"Hello?"
"Y/N?"
That voice.
"You didn't change your number," the voice from the other side said, amused.
"But you did," you breathed out, setting down the cup in your hand. "Heeseung,"
"I'm alone right now,"
"And?"
You could hear him exhaling, a beat passed. "Can you come over?"
"Are you insane?"
"No,"
Even though he couldn't see it, you rolled your eyes. "Are you feeling reminiscent? Or you just needed someone?"
"Not just someone, I need you,"
"Hee," you didn't realise you'd used your usual nickname for him until a second later, it was too natural, he was natural to be with. "I'm not just some hook up booty call you hit up after months of not talking,"
Heeseung scoffed. "You know I don't think of you like that. I never would. I miss you, genuinely, I do. I did some thinking lately and honestly, I want to see you,"
It was most likely a moment of weakness, but you could feel your self respect crumbling. You couldn't lie either, you've missed him as well, and the worst part was him calling you up and you were willing to go back to him.
"Send me your address." You hung up. The more you talked to him, and heard his voice, the more you felt your heart on the edge of combusting.
You were stupid. Your thoughts were practically screaming at you the moment you got out of the house and into your car. You know you were done with him, that you two were through, but God, when you think of him or look at him, you couldn’t help but let yourself run back. This time, you were not immune to him. At all.
Seeing him tonight, it was a bad idea, right?
Fuck it, it’s fine.
Up on the second floor was his new place. There he was standing at the door, smiling widely as you approached. The devilishly charming smile that had you hooked in the first place pulled you in, and that’s when you knew you weren’t leaving anytime soon.
“Heeseung,”
He looked as if he couldn’t actually believe you were standing there right in front of him. After months of not reaching out or seeing each other fully, both of you were equally surprised by one another’s changes. A second passed before he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you in, closing the door behind him.
“Is it bad to say that I’ve missed you?” his voice came out in a whisper, you were barely inches away from his face, the familiar scent of his cologne welcomed you to melt into his hold further.
“It is,”
“Can I have you for the night?”
“Just for tonight?”
“It could be more than that if you like. Just say the word and I’ll be yours again,”
Your brain was haywiring, it was genuinely just going ‘ah’ and you couldn’t hear your thoughts.
“Fuck it.”
Everything passed by in a blur. The next second you found yourself in his bed and suddenly it was three in the morning where you were wide awake, Heeseung however was sound asleep next to you. Sneaking your phone out and opening the groupchat with your girlfriends, you read over the hundreds of messages, ones where they said they wouldn’t be home as they’re staying over at someone else’s. You typed in an update, telling them you were about to sleep, but never mentioned where or in whose sheets.
Oh, the walk of shame was going to be something the next morning.
Heeseung ended up dropping you off in the morning and bidding you goodbye before leaving. The casualness from him had you doubting your choices, but you stayed silent as you made your way to your dorm, where your friends awaited you. Maybe breaking the news that you hooked up with your ex wasn’t the best choice either.
“You did what?” Wonyoung stared at you with her coffee mug almost dropping to the ground.
“Y/N…” Yujin’s voice trailed off in disappointment, and you sat there swallowing down the dread.
“Yes I know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?” you tried reasoning, but the other two didn’t seem impressed. “I just tripped and fell into his bed,”
“Sure you did,” Wonyoung sighed before taking a big sip out of her mug.
“Hey, what’s the worst thing that could happen?” you threw your hands up, trying to play it cool. “I only see him as a friend.”
Biggest lie you’ve ever said.
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Reader and Jack get into a argument because of that one moment at the B.E.T awards when he kinda hovered over the girl, (iykyk) and they get into a argument and reader is mainly upset because he looked at the girl like he looks at her. They should get into the argument before a party and make up there (This is so long o know 😭😭)
f*ck B.E.T
“Jack you’re on in 15!” A stagehand announces. “I can do a lot in 15 minutes.” You joke, looking Jack up and down. “Oh really?” He jokes. “With you looking like this.. yeah I can do a lot.” You grab him by his waist and pull him in. “But as much as I would love that, you are performing in front of all my favs and WITH my fav so we need you at your best.” You state. “Yes ma’am.” He groans. “No pouting. After the show’s over I want you all to myself.” You whisper the last part in his ear. “Gimme kiss.” He says licking his lips.
“Muah. I love you pookie. Go kill it like you always do.” “With you watching? I’m gonna set the stage on fire mama.” He smirks.
“Jack! Time to go!” Shouts a stagehand. “Mm that’s my queue baby. I love you.” “I love you.” You swoon as he walks off. You head back to your seat with Neelam. “I’m so excited. I love watching him perform.” You say. You and Neelam continue to chat until his performance is announced. You shriek in excitement as the show starts.
You watch your man with pure admiration until he was chest to chest with an extra, giving her the same look you swore he only gave to you.
Kissing your teeth, you lean back and wait til First Class comes on. You normally aren’t the jealous type but the look he gave her has you sick to your stomach. And sadly you have to mask it since you never know when the cameras will point to you watching your boyfriend perform.
When his performance is over, you’re slightly beaming and stand up to clap for Jack. Of course he isn’t let off the hook for doing a great job but you’re still going to show your love and support. A sour mood can wait. When he comes back to take his seat he’s a bit taken back by how you act. Instead of giving him a kiss like you usually do, you opt for a “Good job baby.” Which lets him know he’s done something wrong.
After the award show ends, Jack is quick to get you to the side. “What’s going on with you tonight? Before I got on stage you wanted to rip my clothes off and now you’re revolted by me. Baby what did I do?” Jack asks cupping your face. You roll your eyes and get his hands off your face. “I’m revolted by the way you were looking at the extra on stage. That same lust filled look you give me. I know your bedroom eyes when I see them jack so don’t you DARE say it was an act.” You growl as the limo pulls up. You’re supposed to be changing and heading to the after party.
He sighs. “Are you serious right now?” He starts as you guys enter the limo. “What did you want me to do? Look at her in disgust?! I didn’t give her bedroom eyes. I did a simple up and down. You’re being dramatic.”
“Dramatic Jackman? You looked at her how you look at me. I know that fucking look when I see it. But I’m sorry I forgot I should just allow my boyfriend to look at any female however he pleases. I don’t know if you think I’m jealous of a bullshit extra but it’s more than that. It’s about respect Jackman. If I caught it, so did other people.” You end the conversation at that as the rest of the team enters the vehicle.
He just rolls his eyes and engages in conversation with his boys. Neelam is sitting on the other side of you and takes notice of your still sour mood. “Is it because of his performance? I saw how he looked at the girl and didn’t know how you would feel.” She says. You just sigh, not wanting to cry in frustration. She notices that too and pulls you into a side hug. “Just wish he understood why I’m upset.” You mumble.
The ride back to the hotel was a blur. You were now in your hotel room getting ready for the night. Jack hasn’t said a word since you’ve arrived. And that of course hurts and now all you want to do about the whole situation is stay in and watch movies.
You were currently in the bathroom fixing up your makeup. You had changed into a tight fit purple dress and some sneakers since you were in heels all got damn night. You look in the mirror and sigh.
“Can I talk to you?” Jack asks coming into view. You nod as you turn to look at him. He sighs and pulls you in by your hips. “I’m sorry. Even if I don’t know how I looked at the girl, I should’ve took into consideration how you were feeling. You wouldn’t have made it an issue if it wasn’t one. I watched it on twitter and you and everyone was right. I looked at her how I look at my favorite person on this planet and I should’ve known better. I’m so sorry baby.” He says, leaving a kiss on your shoulder at the end of his apology.
You cup his face and kiss him. One. Two. Three times. “Thank you for your apology. I love you so much and I know you didn’t mean anything by it. It just hurt to see the look you give me being used on someone else while I was sitting in the crowd. I don’t need no extra or any bitch for that matter thinking they can put the paws on MY man.” You giggle. “Yea mama. YOUR man. And your man only. You got that? I don’t want anyone else but you. I love you.” He cheeses, squeezing your behind.
You squeal. “Not too much sir. We’re going out still!” You say running away from him. He groans. “Yes ma’am.”
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PART TWO
marcus pike x f!reader
no masterlist for this man, good luck to this man - read part one tho it's fun
warnings | 18+ smut, sucking and fucking and also angst, mentions of sex work, marcus is a freak ass sugar daddy with a cunty lil blackberry and a bmw vroom vroom
note: this is OLD, this is from the ARCHIVE, leave me alone and also i love you muah kiss for you
@idolatrybarbie come get your juice
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People are staring. Backpacks held in slack hands, necks craned around to catch a glimpse of the beemer pulled up at the curb outside the library, sleek silver rims glinting in the afternoon light. But it’s the man leaning up against the side of the car that’s really piquing people’s interest.
“Hey, baby, you ready to go?” A kiss to her cheek before his lips catch hers, a quick smack that she doesn’t let deepen under so many watchful eyes.
“Hi, Marcus, thank you for picking me up, but you could’ve just met me at my apartment, it’s no big deal.” He scoffs at that, his aviators slipping down his nose as he squints at her.
“You know I don’t like you riding public transportation, it’s not–” She cuts him off with another kiss, rubbing her palm up and down the lapel of his suit jacket.
“Not safe, I know. But I’ve been getting around just fine on the bus for a while now and I’ve yet to get murdered. So I don’t think you have to worry about it.” He chuckles, pressing his sunglasses back up before opening the passenger side door for her, all ease as he leans over the top of the door to steal one more kiss as she ducks into the BMW.
Things have been different, and good, since she met Marcus. She had been a bit surprised when he called only a few hours after he dropped her off at her apartment that morning.
“Do I look like a complete dope calling you this soon?”
“I kinda like it actually. You aren’t one to play games, huh?” A laugh crackling over the phone and a sigh.
“I guess I have a bit of a one-track mind. When I want something I gotta go after it– and I just sounded like a total tool saying that, didn’t I?”
“Coming from anyone else, I’d say yes. But I think you’re a little too sweet to really be a tool. So, are you gonna ask me out or what?” Another laugh, her smile broadening at the sound.
“You’re gonna be the boss here, aren’t you?”“Count on it, babe.”
It’s been a little over a month since he called, and they’ve been seeing each other a lot, enough for her to have learned a considerable amount more about Marcus Pike. First and foremost, he’s a romantic, almost painfully so, flowers and good morning texts, dates to the arthouse theater to see classic movies about love triumphant, followed by meals at restaurants that could wipe her rent money for the month with one main course. That’s the second thing she’s learned about him, he likes to take care of her. It had started innocently enough, after the first time he took her to one of those aforementioned swanky restaurants and she expressed concern that she had stuck out like a sore thumb in the upscale space, it feeling impossible for her to dress nice enough to fit in. He had her in the BMW and on the way to a trail of boutiques before she could even protest, and she ended that day with an overwhelming number of shopping bags, tufts of tissue paper stamped with the names of brands she had never dreamed of buying for herself. And it had only escalated from there, from meals out to fresh sets of paint and easels to jewelry dripping in silver and gold, infamous powder blue boxes with satin white bows that always reveal something fit to make her head spin it’s so dazzling. And today is no different, a gift waiting for her on the plush leather of the passenger seat, Marcus glancing at her as he weaves through DC traffic, trying to catch her reaction when she opens it.
“Oh my god, Marcus. It’s– it’s so lovely. It must have cost a fortune, though. I couldn’t possibly–” He cuts her off with a light squeeze to her thigh where his palm is curled, lips crooking in a grin though he keeps his eyes on the road.
“Don’t worry about that. Just wanted to get you something nice. And I was thinking you could wear it tonight to dinner, if you like it?” How this man manages to thread confidence with his shyness is still beyond her, an endearing combination that only makes her want to figure him out more. She leans over the console, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before settling back down in her seat.
“I love it and I’d love to wear it tonight. Thank you.” She holds the bracelet up, letting it catch the fading afternoon light, a perfect string of diamonds glinting and glaring in the sun. It’s the same dance every time, she says she couldn’t possibly, and he tells her she absolutely can, and then she ends up with something shiny and expensive around her wrist, her neck, dangling from her earlobes, or flickering on her fingers. All she can figure is that whatever higher-up government type he is, he must be really really high up to be throwing money around like this.
“I’ll be back down in a minute, just need to grab my bag and then I’m all yours.” It’s Memorial Day weekend, three whole days off for the both of them, and Marcus has asked her to spend it all with him, something she was more than happy to agree to.
She pauses for a moment in her bathroom, swiping quick knuckles under her eyes, her week of exams showing in the dark circles resting there, and the late nights at the club certainly aren’t helping either. It’s a touchy subject for them, for him, and she knows it. She tries to reassure him that it’s just business, good money, but it hadn’t been just business with him, and she understands why he always gets a bit stiff when she mentions that she has a shift.
“All set?” She hums an mmhmm, Marcus taking her bag from her to tuck into the trunk before they get on their way to his place.
Logan Circle, one of the trendiest neighborhoods in DC, beautiful brownstones framed by sleepy-looking trees and winding parks. It had caught her off guard the first time he brought her over to his place, leading her by the hand up the steps of one of those brownstones, all twining ivy and high-arched windows, all his. He had offered her a sheepish grin and a shrug when she had quirked her eyebrows at him, explaining it away as one of the perks from the Bureau.
She still feels a bit out of place amongst the sleek, dark wood, though he’s quick to distract her from it with a warm palm on her back and an easy smile.
“Reservation’s at seven so we have a little time to rest up if that sounds good to you?” His hands thread together around her waist, pulling her close enough to lay a kiss to her forehead.
“Is this your very nice way of telling me I look tired?” That’s another thing she’s learned about him, just how easy it is to throw him off, make him blush, a nervous laugh bubbling up in his chest.
“No, I just know how hard you’ve been working lately to get your school year wrapped up and– and at the club–” She gives him a look that he knows means don’t start. He had brought it up last week over the phone, when she couldn’t say yes to dinner plans because of a shift at Pandora’s.
“Well what if– what if you didn’t have to work anymore?”
“That’d be amazing, and while we’re at it, I’d also like a unicorn. It’s just not a possibility for me right now, Marc, I’m sorry.”
“But what if it was a possibility? I mean, what if I–”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“I have a pretty good idea actually. And my answer is no. Thank you, Marcus, really, but I’m not letting you spend any more money on me than you already are. I’m a big girl, baby, I can handle myself.”
He had let out a huff at that, but had begrudgingly let it go, though he has been dropping hints all week about his discontent with how much she’s still working, subtle, but prickly. But he holds his tongue now, smile simpering beneath his scruff as she slips her palms from his chest up to twine behind his neck.
“What I really want right now is a long shower. I feel like I’m covered in goo from the kids I was working with today.” His smile broadens at that, one of his hands slipping up to ghost along her collarbone
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but–” He gently scrapes his thumbnail along the top of her sternum, bringing away flecks of dried paint that she groans at.
“Oh my god, how did I miss that? I swear, these practicum hours make me rethink my career choice every time.” It’s an easy moment, a sigh and a smile shared that’s abruptly interrupted by his phone ringing, shoulders slumping as he reaches into his suit pocket to pull out his thrumming Blackberry, offering her a sheepish smile when he checks the caller ID before answering it.
“This is Agent Pike.” She presses a kiss to the corner of his jaw before slipping out of his hold as he starts talking quietly to whoever it is on the other end of the phone, showing herself upstairs with her bag in hand. She knows her way around by now, padding into his bedroom, only a little surprised by the garment bag laid out on his bed, shoebox resting on the ground next to it.
Just a peek, she unzips the garment bag, letting her hand run over the fabric inside, and quickly realizes that wherever they’re going to dinner tonight must be fancy, black silk slipping underneath her palm. She’ll have to scold him for it later, but for now, she’s too focused on washing off whatever little kid shmutz she managed to pick up during the day, making a beeline for his bathroom to get the water warmed up.
She groans when she steps under the warm water, sore muscles unraveling with the heat. There had been a few clients this week who had been particularly physical, and she’s certainly feeling it now. It’s rare for her to have to end a session early, most clients respectful and happy to follow the club’s rules, but one man in particular had obviously not been interested in being compliant, so much so that she had to call her boss in to escort him off the premises. She hadn’t been too phased by it though, just pissed more than anything else. But she’s been doing this for long enough to not let these things affect her, letting the majority of her good, easy to work with clients drown out the rare rotten one. And it isn’t like she’s going to be doing this for much longer either. One more year of school and she’ll be able to trade in her time at the club for a teaching license and a much different life.
“Did that happen at work?” She all but jumps out of her skin, Marcus’ voice startling her out of her thoughts as she turns to find him slipping into the shower with her, his bareness still sending her mind into a sweet haze. But she’s quick to snap out of it when his hand brushes over the bruise blooming on her thigh, his brow furrowing even more when she winces at the sensation.
“Oh, that? Um, yeah, but it’s no big deal, someone just got a little too worked up, that’s all.” He doesn’t like that one bit, his jaw shifting in a grind as he looks at her.
“Is it– are you ok?” She offers him a smile, tugging him closer so she can slip her palms over his chest, his hands settling on the curve of her waist.
“I’m fine, Marc, I promise. No harm, no foul.”
“Looks like harm to me.” He says it absentmindedly, his eyes still trained on the bruise, words a low murmur, his nostrils flaring as he takes a sharp inhale.
“Hey, I said I’m fine, alright? Let’s get cleaned up, babe, don’t worry about it.” She knows it’s a bit of a move, leaning in for a kiss that she easily deepens, trying to steer his mind away from worry and succeeding when she coaxes a little groan out of him with the way she tugs at his hair. But he’s not interested in pulling away too soon, licking hotly into her mouth, swallowing the gasp she lets out when her back meets the cold tile of the shower, a heady contrast to the way his body presses against her, slick and warm in the rising steam. He’s certainly gotten more confident with her, and while she likes this side of him, wandering hands and hard kisses, it’s the shyness that still peeks through that makes her heart flip in her chest.
“Wanna taste you. Can I, please?” She slicks his wet mop of hair back out of his face, a smile crooking across her lips as she nods.
“Mmhmm, I’m all yours. Want you to make me feel good.” She hadn’t been expecting him to drop down to his knees right then and there, a disbelieving laugh bubbling up in her chest when he does, his hands holding her firm and steady by her hips as he lays open-mouthed kisses across her stomach. But that laugh fizzles out when he dips his head lower, letting his mouth drag over the bruise on her thigh, making her cry out when he presses a hard kiss to it, like he’s trying to stamp it out with his lips. He doesn’t linger there long, laying a much sweeter kiss over the mottled skin before letting his mouth slide up to where she really wants him.
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“Can you do me up?” She watches him in the mirror as he steps behind her, a low hum in his throat as he slips the zipper of her dress up. It’s perfect, classy, a smooth, simple slip that rests just at her shins and practically drips off the curves of her body it fits so well. He always gets it right, and she’s always surprised that he does.
“You look beautiful. And I have one thing to add.” She catches the glint of it in the mirror, his hands arcing over her head to bring the delicate necklace to rest against her clavicle. A string of diamonds that matches her bracelet. Before she can say anything, he presses a kiss to the side of her neck, his hands dropping down to smooth over her hips.
“Look like a million bucks, baby.”
“I better not be wearing a million bucks right now.” She says it jokingly, but when he doesn’t respond, only quirking an eyebrow at her, she turns in his hold with a scoff.
“Marcus, I swear to god, if you–”
“I’m kidding. Don’t worry about the cost, huh? Just think of it as a little– end of the school year gift, that’s all.” All she can do is let out a sigh, getting to work on his loose tie as he looks down through his lashes at her. He looks like a million bucks too, sleek, black suit over a crisp button-up, the scent of his cologne wrapping her up as she shimmies his tie into place.
“Well, thank you for the gifts. If your goal is to spoil me completely rotten, I’d say you’re succeeding.” His smile turns into a grin at that, stealing a quick kiss as she smooths down the collar of his shirt.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now c’mon, knowing you, you probably worked right through lunch and are starving right now. Let’s get some dinner in you.”
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“Please follow me this way, Mr. and Mrs. Pike, your table is ready for you.” She nearly chokes at what the waiter calls them, though Marcus takes it in stride, offering her a smile and shrug as he guides her further into the restaurant with a palm on her low back.
She was right, it’s fancy as hell, all dim lights and rich, wood tables, men in suits and their wives decked out in their finest. And it only dawns on her that they fit right in once they’re actually seated at their own table, her eyes glancing around at this strange game of adult dress-up.
“We’ll do a bottle of your Riesling and one of your Shiraz as well, thank you.” White for her, red for him, he doesn’t even have to look at the menu to put in the order, and she can’t figure out just why that’s so hot.
“Did you hear about that new installment coming downtown? They’re calling it a revival of abstract expressionism meets modern minimalism. Apparently it’s hot.” She grins at the dramatic wag of his eyebrows as he speaks, leaning in closer to respond.
“I hadn’t heard about that, no. Sounds like whoever it is, they’re trying to do it all. We’ll have to go check it out, huh?” An outsider looking in on their relationship would be hard pressed to figure out just why they mesh well together, a decade apart and coming from two completely different worlds. But they come together well in peculiar ways, art being one of them. Marcus could talk for hours about the history, styles and forms rising and falling with time, and she can too, while also applying it all in her own work as a painter, something that he loves to hear her talk about, her process and projects. She’s still not sure why he’s so well-versed in it all, with such a keen eye, especially given her very vague understanding of his work as some sort of big wig FBI boss, but she loves that they can talk like this about something that bores most of her friends. They’ve gone out gallery hopping a few times together and, grand gestures and fancy dinners aside, it’s probably her favorite thing to do with him, wandering around downtown and seeing whatever art they can find.
Dinner starts to pass languidly by as they slip into conversation about the new gallery opening, unfurling into her own projects that she’s hoping to submit for showings once they’re finished. But as dessert is laid before them and her attention is drawn away from Marcus for a moment, her eyes land on someone across the restaurant, and her stomach sinks. While Marcus thanks the waiter, she can’t take her eyes off the man across the room, sitting with his wife, wearing the same suit he had on when he came into the club earlier that week, the same suit he left in when her boss kicked him out for not following the rules. And in a sickening twist, his eyes meet hers, an all too clear flash of recognition behind the smug grin that spreads across his face.
“Are you ok?” Marcus’ voice snaps her attention back to him and she tries to coax a smile onto her face, though she can’t help the way her eyes jerk over his shoulder and back to the man who’s still staring her down. And when she gives him no answer, Marcus finally cranes his neck around to see just what it is she keeps looking at.
“Do you– do you know him?” He looks back over his shoulder at the man who has finally stopped staring now that it’s caught Marcus’ attention. But before she can make some sort of excuse up, Marcus’ face falls in clear realization.
“Oh, I see. He’s one of your clients, isn’t he?”
“Fortunately, not anymore, he’s not.” It comes out before she can even think to stop herself, something dark flashing across Marcus’ face at her words.
“Are you telling me he’s the one who did that to you?” She doesn’t need an explanation to know what he means when he says that, her hand subconsciously going to rest over her thigh where the bruise lies beneath her dress. She feels frozen in place, her mind going blank as Marcus stares at her, his jaw hard-set and his eyes swimming. And when she gives him no response, he scoffs, turning in his seat, clearly ready to get up and march across the restaurant to where the man and his wife are just getting up to leave.
“Marc, don’t. Just– for me, please, don’t.” She wills him to stay in his seat with her hand placed over his on the table, letting out a sigh when he ultimately turns back around with a huff.
Total silence and downturned eyes, he’s quick to get the check and get them on their way back to his house. A cold prickle runs up her spine as they drive when his hand that normally rests easy and warm on her thigh remains on the wheel, not even a glance her way, his jaw ticking with what she can only assume is anger. And when they do get back to his place, and the silence continues, Marcus going into the kitchen to fix himself a drink without so much as looking at her, she assumes that it’s finally become too much for him, that she had been stupid to think this could work. She quickly and quietly slips into his bedroom, first placing her shoes back in the wrapping-paper-lined box before unfastening her bracelet and necklace and laying them on his dresser, though she figures they were never really hers to begin with. Her bag next, tucking back inside the things she had already unpacked before getting to work on the zipper of her dress.
“What are you doing?” She turns to find him standing in the doorway, lips parted and brow furrowed, and suddenly a thick heat creeps up her throat, stealing any strength from her voice.
“I thought I should probably go.” His face scrunches up at that and he steps further into the room, closing the distance between them, though he hesitates to reach for her, his hands flexing by his sides.
“What do you– what do you mean go? Where are you going?”
“Home, Marcus, I’m going home. I understand if this is too much–”
“That’s not– it’s not too much. I just– I hate it, ok? I really fucking hate it.” His tone is sharp, clipped, an edge of frustration that she hasn’t heard from him before and it makes her pause before asking him the only thing she can think of.
“My work? That’s what you mean? You hate my work?” He drags a hand through his hair, letting out a hard exhale as he shakes his head.
“I mean– yes. I hate that you have to put up with shit like that, with men like that. I hate that I lie in bed at night wondering what you’re doing and what person you’re doing it with, or to– fuck, I hate all of it. But I think what I hate the most is that you feel like you have to do it. And you’re too proud to let me get you out of it, something that I would be beyond elated to do, by the way.” Finished with his rant, he lets out a bitter laugh, the sound only fueling the anger she feels rising like bile in her throat.
“Oh, so what? Your solution is for you to just swoop in and– and play the fucking hero? Are you gonna put me on retainer, Marcus? Is that your plan? Just throw money at me so I’ll fucking stick around?” It’s awful, poison on her tongue that she doesn’t even mean, not really, and when he looks at her, face stricken and eyes glistening, any fire fizzles out into a sad whimper in her throat.
“Is that really what you think of me? That I’m just, what? Trying to buy you?” She keeps her mouth pressed in a thin line, afraid of what might come spilling out if she doesn’t, watching him slump down on the edge of the bed with a tired laugh.
“I just want to take care of you, that’s it. And I have the means to do it and fuck, I’m sorry if that comes across as me throwing money at you. But this is what I know how to do. I can take care of you, and I want to, and I wish that you’d let me.” Silence settles between them, thick and formless. Looking at him, his face tilted down to his hands in his lap, the curve of his frown, she feels herself being tugged toward something that, deep down, she knows is a terrible idea.
Barefoot, her half-unzipped dress hanging loosely on her shoulders, she pads over to him, standing between his legs, though he doesn’t look up until she coaxes him with her palm tucked along his jaw.
“I’m sorry, Marcus. That wasn’t fair, what I said. I just– I need you to try to understand this from my perspective. If I did– if I let you take care of me like that, I couldn’t help but feel trapped, and I’m sorry, I know that’s a terrible thing to say, but it has to be said. I’d feel like you’d have this– this thing hanging over my head and–”
“I would never hold anything against you. That’s not how I work, and this isn’t some game to me. Fuck, I think you’re brilliant, alright? And I want you, so badly. I want you safe, and not having to worry about all this shit. I want you with me.”
“But what happens when you don’t want me anymore? What happens when I’ve quit my job and I’m dependent on you and one day you decide that you’re done with this, with me? What happens when the floor falls out from under me, Marc?”
“I’m not going to let that happen.” She can’t help the scoff she lets out, her hand falling away from his face as she takes a few steps back.
“That’s really easy to say right now, but one day this isn’t all going to be so new. What happens–” He cuts her off, standing up and taking her face in his hands, his eyes clear with a confidence that makes her shiver.
“If that time comes when either of us want to walk away, you have my word that I will make sure you land on your feet. I wouldn’t let you fall like that, I wouldn’t do that to you.” They’re nice words, words she wants to believe, though she can’t shake that feeling in her stomach like she’s about to go into complete free-fall.
“I’m asking you to trust me, that’s all.”
“That’s a lot, Marc.” His thumb is a soothing arc along her cheek, and she feels that same pull toward whatever this brink is that she’s about to tip over with him.
“I know, fuck, I know. But if you let me, I will give you everything, anything you want, anything you need. I just need you to trust me.” There’s nothing but certainty in his expression, and although there’s a part of her that wants to step away, to get out before she’s tangled up, she chooses not to listen to it, instead stepping over that edge and sending them both spiraling as she closes the space between them and presses her lips to his.
Where he deals in diamonds and dresses and dollars, care of a particular kind, she holds sway in sweat and skin and sensation, a delicate balance of power held in each other’s palms. Here, now, in the dim light of his bedroom, she holds dominion, no permission needed for the way her hands coax his tie undone, his jacket off, layer upon layer removed as she wills it. And when he finally stands before her in just his briefs, she guides his hands to the straps of her dress, letting him do the rest as the sleek fabric slips into a puddle around her feet. It never gets old, the way he looks at her, how his eyes darken, flickering heavy and hooded over her body, the way his throat bobs when his gaze finally finds hers.
“Could you– will you, um, will you wear those, for me?” He nods his head over to his dresser, to where she had laid out the jewelry he gave her, and she finds herself smiling at his timid request.
“Why don’t you put them back on me, baby?” He does, first clasping the bracelet around her wrist, laying a kiss to the jump of her pulse before delicately laying the necklace against her sternum, the cool bite of the chain causing her to shiver as he takes a step back to look at her, now dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and those glittering gifts.
“Lay down for me.” His eyes don’t leave her as he does, catching every move as she slips her panties down her legs before crawling up the bed to settle in his lap, her thighs framing his hips. It’s smooth and simple, a call and response in the way he tilts his chin up to meet her dipping down, open mouths willing and receiving of what the other is giving, a hot press of tongues and teeth. She grinds her hips down hard, letting the slick heat of her cunt drag over his boxers, his cock already straining against the fabric.
“Tell me what you want, baby, and it’s all yours.” She seals her words with a nip of her teeth over the hinge of his jaw, smiling against his skin when he lets out a long sigh as she continues to roll her hips with his.
“Just want you, fuck, wanna feel you, wanna be inside you, please.” Her smile goes cheshire bright at his breathless words, and she lets her hands slip down to drag along the waistband of his boxers.
“Always so polite for me, Marcus. Love that about you, gonna give you what you want.” A tap of her fingers to his hip is all he needs to shift so she can shrug his boxers down his legs, his cock resting flushed and heavy against his stomach as she settles herself back in a straddle over his hips, hovering just over where he really wants her. She can only tease him so much when she wants him just as bad as he wants her, so she wastes no time in bringing her palm to his throbbing length, dragging the tip of him through her dripping cunt before sinking down on him in one, languid, stretch. They both let out sighs that slip into moans as she stills with her hips seated against his, his fingers tensing and flexing into the curve of her ass where his hands are splayed. Still settling into the feel of him, a fullness that makes her head swim, she lays a smattering of kisses into his hair, coaxing his face up from where he had his forehead pressed against her sternum, his lips finding hers in a hot drag as she starts to move her hips.
It starts slow and sweet, finding an easy rhythm of riding him that has them both sighing at the slick drag. Marcus dips his head down, mouthing at the tops of her breasts, making her gasp when his teeth graze over the peak of one of her nipples, her back arching into his touch. But she snaps that sweetness into a snarl all at once, dragging her fingers back through his hair, tugging harshly to tilt his head back, a groan breaking in his chest as she starts to bounce on his dick.
“Want you to listen to me while I fuck you, baby, can you do that for me?” He nods his head as best he can with her fingers still tangled in his hair, holding his gaze steady on her.
“Yes, fuck– I can– can listen, just, please keep doing that.” She grinds her hips down on a particularly hard bounce, his eyes rolling back in his head as she continues to ride him.
“I’m gonna trust you. I’m choosing to trust you. But let me make a few things very clear to you.” She tries to keep her voice steady, stern, though it still comes out a bit breathless with the way she’s working herself on his throbbing cock, biting back a whimper as he grazes that just right spot inside her.
“I am not going to be your pet, do you understand me? That’s not what this is going to be. If you want a kept woman, find someone else.” He lets out a slurred chant of ok and I understand intermixed with a few choice curses, his blunt fingernails digging half-moons into her ass, hips canting up to meet hers with each bounce.
“I like you, a lot. And I want to be with you, fuck– and I’m grateful for what you’re giving me–” A broken moan keeps her from finishing her sentence, sensation starting to make her thoughts swim when he plants his feet into the mattress to start thrusting harder, their hips mashing together every time, pleasure settling heavy and tight in her spine.
“But I’m still going to work– not at Pandora’s– but a more, christ– normal job. Making my own money. I’m not going to be some– credit-card swiping– spoiled little– trophy girlfriend.” Each phrase is said with another pass of her hips, both of them letting out sharp gasps with each thrust, and she holds it together just long enough to get out what she wants to say, finally letting go of her grip in his hair, instead pressing her palms into his chest to get him to lay down fully as she seeks out that snapping point of pleasure. Marcus brings a hand around, his thumb finding her clit in a hot drag that sets a moan loose in her chest, her cunt spasming around his cock.
“I understand, I do, I swear. Please, baby, wanna feel you– want you to come so bad. Let me have it– let me have it all.” She unravels with his rasped-out pleas, back arching in a perfect curl of pleasure as his hands guide her in a close grind, following after her with a clipped groan of her name, the warmth of him making her shudder as she slumps down against his chest. They lay like that for a while, skin sticking slick, their heaving chests pressing against each other in a shared rhythm as he runs his palms up and down her spine. A silent understanding sealed in sweat and salt.
“So you’ll– you’re gonna stay?” She could laugh, it’s such a ridiculous question for him to ask after she just all but rode him to hell. But when she lifts her head to meet his gaze, seeing the very serious scrunch of his brows, that laugh dies in her throat with the realization that he’s genuinely asking, and genuinely worried about the answer. Ducking down, she first presses a kiss to his chest before leaning back up to slot her lips with his, simple and sweet.
“I’m not going anywhere, Marcus, I promise.”
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“Are you gonna get that?” Marcus looks at her over the rim of his coffee mug, brow quirking at her question.
“Why don’t you go see who it was?” She snorts at that, watching his eyes flicker as he takes another swig of coffee.
“Uh, I’m not wearing pants. And also, I’m not the one who lives here.” He’s putting on a show, she knows it, humming as if in thought at her statement, the corners of his lips twitching in a stifled smile.
“It’s early, baby, no one’s gonna see. Just go take a look for me, huh?” He can no longer hold back his grin, going all crooked with whatever scheme he’s got cooked up for her.
“Alright, fine, I’ll play along. But you’re cheesy, you know that, right?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” She huffs at him, finally getting up from the kitchen table to pad over to the front door. She figures it’s probably flowers, or maybe another garment bag for whatever he has planned for them today. Not wanting to give Marcus’ neighbors a show, she cracks the door just enough to peek her head out, her jaw dropping at what she sees.
“Oh my god.” Silver, glossy, and gleaming in the early morning light. A sleek silhouette, and that unmistakable hood ornament perched right over the front grille, the Mercedes Benz insignia shining proudly. And on the roof of the car sits the biggest, gaudiest red bow she’s ever seen.
“What do you think?” She turns around to find Marcus standing behind her, a set of car keys dangling from one of his fingers, grinning from ear to ear.
“I think you’re lucky you’re cute. Seriously, Marcus, this is– this is–” He cuts her off with a smacking kiss, pressing the car keys into her hand as he does.
“This is me taking care of you. No more metrorail, no more bus. You’re gonna be a woman who drives from now on.”
“I– you– you’re not gonna take no for an answer, are you?” He tilts his head at her, eyes crinkling up as he slips his arm around her waist, pulling her away from the door and into his chest.
“On this? No, no I’m not.” It’s just a touch of arrogance, in the slant of his smile, the way he hums a laugh when she shakes her head at him, giving a half-hearted smack to his chest.
“Hmm, well aren’t you something else.”
“Oh baby, I’m just getting started.”
#marcus pike#marcus pike smut#marcus pike fanfiction#marcus pike fluff#marcus pike fic#marcus pike angst#marcus pike imagine#marcus pike au#whatta man
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HELLO NEW PFP SPARE SOME TYSON FLUFF IN HONOUR PLEASE?? (he is just so doting boyfriend to me I feel like he’s very protective but in like a gentle way?? he’s always checking if you need another drink when you’re out or if you’re getting tired and loves to cook for you while you just sit at the counter and talk to him very much love language acts of service vibes)
CHICKEN TENDIES
okay, 1. the title has nothing to with the song. promise. it's a happy fic, and 2. this has been sitting in my inbox for months, like actual months. like, from late 2022. it's bad. hope this is what you were thinking of. i tried. anyways, happy birthday tjosty, i love you my little slay king. *muah*
tw: alcohol consumption (all legal)
tyson had been watching you all night. not in a creepy way, quite the opposite. he was watching to make sure you were alright. he knew you could take care of yourself, but the world was scary.
after the song ended, you made your way over to tyson, stumbling and bumping into a few people, giggling and apologizing as you went. you threw your arms around his neck when you finally made it back to your table, and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek.
"did you have fun?" he couldn't help but smile at the carefree smile on your face as he poured you a glass of water.
"sooo much." you giggled, taking the glass and almost spilling it on yourself as you took a big gulp, "did you see me?"
"i did." he nodded, "you ready to go home?"
"i'm hungry," you answered.
"yeah? what do you want?" he asked, pushing a piece of hair that had fallen from the hairdo that was too complicated for tyson to understand, behind your ear.
"chicken tendies." you answered, gulping down some more water.
"all right, let's get some chicken tendies." he left you alone at the table before walking two steps to the table where your group of friends were, and said your goodbyes before helping you walk out of the bar and towards your car.
he buckled you in, nodding along to your drunk babble talk, "all right, let's get you some chicken tendies." you giggled.
by the time the chicken tenders were secured, you were asleep. he knew this would happen, so he got the small size of chicken and drove home in silence.
when he pulled into the parking spot in your apartment complex, he sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying one of the chicken tenders before getting out and making his way over to you.
"hi, pretty." he cooed, "time to go upstairs."
"chicken?" you mumbled.
"yeah, i got the chicken." he carresed your hair and cheek, "come on, bed is way more comfortable than this seat." you raised your arms, and he set the chicken bag on the roof of the car, picking you up and lifting you bridal style.
you hummed, grabbing the chicken bag and taking the key, locking the door. he carried you all the way up to your apartment, laying you in bed and tucking you in before getting you water.
"good chicken?" he asked, coming back into the room.
"good chicken." you nodded, "thank you, tj."
"your welcome." he smiled, "but please don't call me tj." you giggled.
this made me fell so single, i'm sad. anyways, happy birthday to tyson jost. i love you and you are so slay.
#tyson jost imagine#tyson jost imagines#tyson jost x reader#tyson jost blurbs#tyson jost fic#tyson jost#nhl imagine#nhl imagines#nhl fic#nhl blurbs#nhl#hockey imagine#hockey imagines#hockey fic#hockey blurbs#hockey#buffalo sabres imagine#buffalo sabres imagines#buffalo sabres blurbs#buffalo sabres fic#buffalo sabres#taylor writes#taylor's blurbs
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Cute and sexy: kissing hcs for Nanami Gojo and Geto? Muah 💋
I haven’t written for geto yet! I’ll gladly do so ♡
nsfw for the sexy kisses of course 😌 mdni
Mostly GN!Reader; mentions of breasts and feminine pronouns with Gojo once
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Nanami Kento
Forehead kisses/top of head kisses 80% of the times he kisses you
Kisses you on the cheek a lot as well like when he’s leaving for work and you’re still tucked away in bed. Even if you’re asleep and you won’t know he kissed you, he knows he kissed you and it makes his heart swell
When he comes back from work, he usually kisses you on the lips because he had missed you so much. Always hugs you tight too, his kiss always lingering a few seconds longer than usual
When Kento is driving, he will grab your hand and kiss your knuckles with his eyes still focused on the road. Keeps your hand in his while his thumb smoothes over the same knuckles that still feel the warmth of his lips
Feeling your lips become more heated against his as you both slowly build up to sex sets him in a trance. He feels so intoxicated from your lips and he can’t get enough
Loves to kiss you the entire time he’s fucking you. His lips are always attached to your lips, your neck or collarbones.
Kisses you all the way down your body when he’s about to go down on you and makes sure to place a kiss on you heated area before giving you oral also most definitely kisses the inside of your thigh right before digging in and looks up at you with lidded eyes and smiles 😩😩
When you both finish, he kisses your forehead and/or shoulder and asks if you’re okay, making sure he wasn’t too rough. Asking if you have any soreness he could help you with
Gojo Satoru
Satoru loves kissing your cheeks and lips the most
I can also see him loving to kiss the little spot on your head right behind you ear when he hugs you from behind which he loves to do, he’s always hugging you from behind
He’s always greeting you with a kiss. Will literally not leave the house until you give him a kiss goodbye.
Likes to kiss your hand in an overly dramatic way. He gets on one knee, gently holds your hand and kisses your knuckles as he bows with his other hand places over his chest. Usually accompanied with “M’lady!” that has you both laughing
He wants to have his lips pressed against yours while he’s fucking you but the urge to watch your body move with his thrusts under him is far bigger than feeling your lips
Have your lips linger on his for too long and you’ve activated him. He ready to toss you in bed. You’ve learned this lesson too many times but enjoyed each time 👀 he smiles at you and starts to feel his hands all over you, his lips becoming hotter on yours as he starts to breath heavy with each kiss and you know you’ve just doomed yourself
His lips are mostly on your neck, collar bone and breasts during sex. Loves to leave marks as well. Suck and bite on your skin, making sure it’ll leave a mark and kiss it afterwards with a smile
Geto Suguru
Suguru likes to kiss your forehead and hands the most
He likes to drape his arms over your shoulders from behind and reach over to kiss you on the cheek and leave his chin resting on your shoulder or on the top of your head with a big smile
Suguru isn’t too fond of pda. He’s fine with it to an extent. Little quick pecks on the cheek and lips are the most he’ll do along with hand holding. If you try initiating anything more than that, he’ll tell to you wait until you both get back home or at least somewhere more private with that knowing smile plastered on his face because now you’ve turned him on and he’s frustrated you did that to him in public 👀
Listen. He kisses your wrists in a sexy way. He only ever does it when he’s turned on. His lips feel soft against the thin skin of your wrist and his warm breath heats you up instantly. And on top of all that, his eyes look up at you through his pretty lashes and he smiles before going in to kiss you on the lips. His hands loosening their grip on your wrist and his fingers intertwining with yours to hold your hand
Suguru. Loves. Kissing. Your. Thighs. Always does it when he’s about to go down on you. His lips will trail all the way down your body and kiss the tops of your thighs, slowly kissing his way to your inner thighs
You buck your hips forward and whine for him to hurry up but he just smiles at you and holds your hips down with his larger hand and tells you to be patient and takes even longer kissing your thighs.
#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#nanami kento x reader#geto suguru x reader#jjk headcanons#jjk fanfic#gojo satoru headcanons#nanami kento headcanons#geto suguru headcanons
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hey i'm that one anon who was on a mission to peg a george lookalike (https://www.tumblr.com/demonstars/734716156910485504/omg-hi-nsfw-storytime-so-ive-been-hooking-up?source=share) and i'm here to give an update !! 🤓
we met up on monday and had a long conversation about the topic. i ended up directly asking him if he was ever fucked/pegged before (there was a build-up to this question i'm not a fucking animal) and he said "nah". the conversation was surprisingly not uncomfortable at all and when i asked him if he'd be willing to try it he laughed and told me that he'd been thinking about asking me the same thing bc apparently i look like someone who'd be into it lmao (well pretty boy it's not my fault i have a massive spiritual cock). anyway, we set up a date (which was yesterday) and decided to give it a try.
yesterday we spent the whole day together at his place and i didn't peg him but we did some... finger stuff. i'm obviously not getting into details but all i'm gonna say is that he enjoyed it a lot more than putting his dick in me (honestly, same). i thought he'd be nervous but nah he was surprisingly chill like bro you've been blushing giggling kicking your feet at the idea of getting fucked and now you're acting like you do this everyday... slay i guess. and honestly, i was just happy he felt comfortable.
at first, i didn't know what i was doing and i was like "i failed to fulfill my destiny and couldn't lead my boy to the beautiful land of analington💔" but he reassured me and told me i was great so it's all good. he also made me a bomb-ass french onion soup afterward so i think he appreciated my efforts. he also called me "miss peggler" at some point and i'm genuinely not sure if it turned me on or made me want to jump off a bridge.
YEAHH we'll try the pegging thing when we're both ready and fully comfortable since neither of us has ever done it before sooo it's a big deal. but yea it was Great and he's Great hopefully we'll never fall in love or something that would be a fucking disaster.
SORRY FOR THIS LONG ASS ASK???? and thanku for reading????? muah💖
This is really beautiful it brings a tear to my eye. May your journey forward be beautiful and may he someday get some dick
#massive spiritual cock is a phrase that will not leave me any time soon i'm in tears#star anons#nsft
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LMK Incorrect quotes#32 Game Night
The Monkies and You are currently having bonding time
Kid!Mk*on his knees as he looks at Macaque and You on a wrestling match*Ready set wrestle!
Mac*was flipped by You on his back, He let out a rather surprised squeak and looks up as you holds his wrist to the floor*Eh?
Kid!Mk*Slappin the ground excitedly*1,2,3 PIN!!!
Y/n*Leaning down to peck the tip of his nose*Muah~
Mac*Red cheeks and looks suprised*Stop that!
Y/n*Pecks his cheek*Muah~
Mac*Looks at his son*Kid do something!!
Y/n*Pecks his other cheek*Muah~
Mac: K-KID HELP!!*Looking at Mk his cheeks to his ears wiggle, letting out squeaks*
Kid!Mk*Nods and crawls over to him...and lands a peck also on his face*Mwa!
Mac: KID!?!*Screehces as his face somehow got redder as both now You and Mk are pecking his face* MK!Y/N! b-both of you stop it!
Wukong*Walking in with noddles and chips to see the two of you attack Macaque with kisses, shrugs and opts to land a kiss on Macaque's face*Mwa~
Mac: WUKONG!?-
Macaque's secret weakness...Kisses and affection-
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Security - Chapter 66: The Surface
summary: The Djarins join the Mandalorians in scouting the surface of their home world, where they find they’re not alone.
warnings: canon-typical violence, references to trauma, angst, fluff
rating: T
word count: 4.756k
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chapter 66: the surface
A breath remains caught in Din’s throat as Zora’s little hands grab at his helmet and pull him closer to her. “Muah, Papa!” she cheers. She kisses his visor and pats his helmet. “Muah!”
“Thank you, Zozo.” Din forces himself to clear his throat. “I’ll have many of my own waiting for you when we get back. Okay?”
Zora’s joyful grin starts to fade as her brown gaze searches his visor. She wrinkles her brow together and holds his helmet with gentler hands. “Papa?”
“I’m all right.” Din offers his daughter a reassuring nod. “I’m just gonna miss you. That’s all.”
Zora lifts her hands to give his visor a few taps with her tiny fist. “Papa ‘kay?”
Din takes her tiny fist between his fingers and his thumb. “I’ll be fine.” He slips her hand underneath his visor to kiss it. “And so will your mother and your brother.” Din lowers her hand and watches his thumb run over it. “We’ll be back before you know it.”
Zora’s lips start to wobble. Din shakes his head and tightens his grasp on her hand.
“Remember, Zora, you’re a Djarin.” He holds the back of her head and lowers his voice for only her to hear. “Cuy verd’ika.” Din pulls her close enough to let her cheek rest against his cowl. “I love you, baby girl.”
Zora’s tiny fists grab onto his cowl. “Luh’ Papa.”
Din squeezes his eyes closed behind his visor to maintain his composure as his chest threatens to spill over with the warmest affection. He has to force himself to pull Zora away from him as he hands her off to Astra. Rather than protesting with a cry, Zora remains strong for Din, her brown gaze watching him over her mother’s shoulder as Astra takes her and the pod over to the caretakers.
Grogu coos as he stands alongside Din inside IG-12. Din tears his visor away from the sight of his wife and daughter to instead face his son, who’s offering him a glance of sympathy. Din manages to smile to himself as he pats Grogu’s head.
“I know. She’ll be just fine.” Din’s hand runs along one of Grogu’s petal-shaped ears. “It wasn’t easy leaving you, either.”
Grogu tilts his head and coos in agreement. They both watch together as Astra provides Zora with plentiful kisses upon her head before she sets her in the pod and lets the caretakers bring her towards the light cruiser. Din doesn’t hear a single cry come from his daughter, but even if he had, he would’ve been just as proud of her as he is now for being able to let the three of them go.
Din’s ready for Astra when she approaches him. One of her arms wraps tight around him while the other hand presses upon his cuirass. Din cradles her head with his hand and rests his helmet upon it, his gaze remaining on Zora until she’s fully out of his sight.
“It never gets easier,” Astra confesses, her voice muffled by Din’s cowl. “I know she’ll be okay, but…” She doesn’t have to say anything else. The memory of what happened the last time they left Zora speaks for her.
“She’ll be safe inside a home of our own when this is over.” Din says the words just as much for himself as he does for her. “We all will.”
Astra nods. She takes a deep breath and gives his waist a gentle squeeze before she pulls herself away from him. “We should head to the Gauntlet.”
Din nods to agree with her. He keeps a gloved hand on her back as they make their way to Bo-Katan’s ship, where she’s already awaiting them. The Armorer also joins them, her golden visor fixed on the systems in front of her. Bo-Katan stands and walks up to meet their family, offering Din a nod and Astra a smile of understanding. She sets a gloved hand on Astra’s shoulder but keeps her gaze fixed on Din.
“Thank you again for joining me here,” Bo-Katan says. “Din, would you mind overseeing the drop team?”
Din nods. “Sure.” He brushes his hand over Astra’s back to gain her attention for a moment. Her gaze meets his and he waits until she smiles and bows her head in approval. He encourages his wife to take the open seat in the cockpit when Bo-Katan steps away to prepare for takeoff. Din keeps a hand on the back of Astra’s chair to steady himself as the Gauntlet leads the fleet out of Nevarro’s atmosphere and makes the jump to hyperspace.
Din pats Astra’s armored shoulder and urges Grogu to use IG-12’s mechanical grasp on the chair for his own stability before he leaves the cockpit and enters the drop area. The collected team of Mandalorians are already focused on the work ahead, their visors locked on the floor that’ll open up as soon as Bo-Katan gives the command. For a fleeting moment, Din wonders what it would’ve been like if he had become the one who had to lead them. He’s grateful that he doesn’t have to. His family deserves a break and, most importantly, a home.
Bo-Katan’s voice breaks Din out of his reverie. “Scouting party descending to surface,” she announces over the comms. Din doesn’t need transparisteel to picture the Gauntlet departing the fleet and making its way towards the rough surface of Mandalore. The thought of his daughter remains on his heart the greater the distance between them becomes. She’ll be completely cut off from them now, but as long as they do what they need to with haste, it won’t be something Din has to worry about.
The Gauntlet begins to rattle once they dive into Mandalore’s atmosphere. Din holds on to the threshold as tight as he can to keep himself steady as the metal walls shake. He grits his teeth at the thought of Grogu having to stand within IG-12’s suit through the turbulence, but reassures himself when he remembers Astra’s in close reach of their son. Din focuses on watching over the drop team as the Gauntlet battles through the atmosphere’s storm.
As soon as the turbulence stops, the hatch below the drop team opens. Din doesn’t have to move from where he stands to see the clarity they’ve gained from breaking through Mandalore’s atmosphere. The winds make themselves known in the small space, but that’s not what the Mandalorians are worried about.
It’s Paz who makes his concerns known first. “It’s worse than I thought.” He shakes his head as he views the landscape below.
Axe turns his helmet to face Paz. “I was here when it happened.”
Din tenses, preparing to intervene if necessary. Thankfully, the exchange ends there, and Din exhales a breath to steady himself once again. The rest of the Mandalorians are still taking in the sight below them and Din can’t blame them. He himself once thought the planet was poisoned, even when his boots were treading upon the glassy surface.
Once they’ve all refocused on the task ahead, Din nods to himself in satisfaction and makes his way back to the cockpit. He enters and his chest relaxes when he sees Grogu still standing within IG-12 behind Astra’s chair. Din addresses Bo-Katan as he makes his way towards his family. “They’re ready.”
Bo faces him and nods before she tends to the controls. Din sets a hand on Astra’s chair and lets his visor meet her gaze. Despite all that’s left ahead of them and who they’ve had to leave behind, her eyes glow at him with the promise of what’s to come once all of this is over. Din can barely wait to have her and his family all to himself within the safety of their home at long last. Only his sense of duty carries him forward.
“Secure infil zone,” Bo-Katan gives the command that breaks through Din’s reverie. He watches through the viewports as the drop team makes their way to the surface, soon becoming mere specs in their vision from this height.
Din chooses to focus on his wife while they await their response from the drop team. “How do you feel about being back here?” he asks Astra in a hushed voice meant just for her.
Astra smiles and adjusts one of her vambraces. “Much better with this armor.”
Din huffs and taps his gloved knuckles against her pauldron. “I agree.” If she wasn’t armored, Din’s touch would’ve landed right on the faint scar left from their last visit to the planet.
Astra takes his hand and holds it between her own. She gives him a warm smile, one that convinces him everything will be okay. “I’ll be all right.” Astra nods at him. “And so will you.” She turns her head and grins even wider at Grogu. “And so will our verd’ika back here.”
Grogu coos to agree with her. Din chuckles and tilts his helmet at them. He’s not given a chance to respond when Axe’s voice sounds through the comms. “Gauntlet, landing zone secure.”
Bo-Katan’s quick in preparing the Gauntlet for landing. Din braces himself upon Astra’s chair and keeps his visor fixed on Grogu. The two of them remain steady as the ship lowers itself to Mandalore’s crystallized surface. Din doesn’t hesitate in taking the lead, only waiting until he’s offered Astra his hand to help her up from her seat to do so. As soon as the boarding ramp lowers, Din descends, searching for anything his brethren might’ve missed in their initial scan.
Grogu, Astra, and the Armorer follow Din, leaving just Bo-Katan on the boarding ramp. She looks over the group with her helmet tucked underneath her arm. Astra’s side brushes against Din’s own as they wait for her to speak.
“Somewhere below is where our ancient capital once stood,” Bo begins. “We’ll survey the surface until we find the Forge and create a safety zone.” She descends the rest of the way down the boarding ramp. “Only then will we bring down the settlers.”
Bo-Katan’s gaze finds Din and Astra. He nods and his wife does the same alongside him. They glance at each other and share the same gesture. The last thing Din would want is to bring Zora and the rest of the fleet down onto the surface when they weren’t sure exactly what they were up against.
“We start scouting in that direction.” Bo gestures straight ahead and parts the crowd by leading the way. She lifts her helmet onto her head. “Form up.”
The group obeys and follows her lead. Din lets them pass him by as he sets himself on bringing up the rear. Astra remains by his side, with Grogu and IG-12 standing in between them. They begin their journey across the surface and Din’s gaze never stops observing; Grogu, their surroundings, Astra, and the rest of the Mandalorians ahead of him. He’s given himself a weight of responsibility for everyone’s safety with him having been the first of them to return to Mandalore.
Astra’s gaze could burn a hole through Din’s beskar if it wasn’t such indestructible metal. His visor turns to her and the furrow she’s knit between her brows. Din keeps his shoulders strong, but allows his armored chest to rise and fall in a careful breath as he invites her to his free side. Astra walks around Grogu and IG-12 to let her side brush against his own.
“You seem on edge,” Astra whispers to him.
Din’s visor scans their surroundings once again. “Just keeping an eye out.”
“That’s why this is called a scouting party, riduur.” Astra gestures with her head to their fellow Mandalorians. “There’s a team of us staying on the lookout.” She sets her gloved hand upon the part of his back not covered by his jetpack. “You don’t have to take such a heavy weight of responsibility.”
Din tilts his helmet and pulls his hands into tight fists. “If it hadn’t been for us, Bo-Katan probably would’ve never come here in the first place, and then she wouldn’t have restarted this effort.” He faces his wife once again, finding comfort in her understanding gaze. “If things go sideways…” Din trails off. He doesn’t have to finish the thought.
Astra’s thumb runs over his back. “No one would be blaming you, Din, except yourself.”
Din grimaces, relieved that Astra can’t see it. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Astra nods to agree with him. Her hand taps his back before she lets it fall back to her side. They continue on in silence, the Armorer having since fallen in step alongside them. Din checks up on Grogu inside the IG-12 to see him moving expertly within the mech suit. He has to give it to Astra; She had been right to trust Grogu’s ability to use IG-12. Din owes him a genuine apology for not doing the same.
They walk many klicks without seeing anything out of the ordinary, but Din’s careful eye eventually pays off. He stops his stride when he sees movement on the horizon. Unlike the swirling clouds that have been looming over their heads, there’s something on approach that’s much darker—and much quicker.
“There,” Din speaks up, earning the attention of every Mandalorian around him. “On the horizon.”
The group stops with him as they all set their visors on what approaches in the distance. Dust has already started to fly in every direction as the figure gets closer and closer. Din’s gloved hand hovers over his holster as he steps in front of both Astra and Grogu.
“Nite Owls,” Bo-Katan calls.
“Flanking left,” they respond, taking cover behind a nearby rock structure.
The rest of the Mandalorians remain where they are. Astra’s since moved herself back to Grogu’s other side and Din gives her a quick glance. She offers him a reassuring nod in return.
When the figure turns into a large glider, the Mandalorians begin to raise their weapons. Din extends a protective arm towards Grogu and never once lets his eyes leave the vessel that’s slowing to a stop in front of them. Once the glider goes still, Din’s hand returns to his holster.
A voice calls out to them after a long pause. “Do you have food?”
Bo-Katan considers the man’s words as she lifts the scope of her helmet from her visor. Din shares a cautious look with Astra. “We do.”
The man’s quick to respond. “You wear the crest of the Nite Owls?”
Bo starts to tilt her helmet. “I should hope so.”
The Armorer steps closer to Bo-Katan. “They’re Mandalorians,” she insists.
“Is that the voice of Lady Bo-Katan Kryze?” the man questions.
Bo-Katan exchanges a look with her Nite Owls before she offers her answer. “It is.”
Three Mandalorians instantly take off from the vessel with their jetpacks. The group tenses, though Bo-Katan lifts two fingers to keep them from being rash. Din remains thorough in his observation of them the closer they get, their flight suits tattered and their armor grimey. When they remove their helmets, there’s a thinness to their faces that could only be caused by malnourishment. They’re rough around the edges at best.
Din widens his eyes underneath his helmet as he comes to an impossible realization. Survivors?
All three Mandalorians cross an arm over their cuirasses and bow their heads at Bo-Katan. “We knew you would not forsake us, Lady Bo-Katan,” the one on the far right says. “We have failed you, but our blasters remain in your service.”
Bo-Katan’s shoulders rise and fall in a visible breath. “At ease.” The Mandalorians lift their heads and let their arms fall back to their sides. “You need to be fed. Let us board your vessel and prepare a proper meal, then we may speak of all that’s transpired.”
Din doesn’t miss the slight strain in Bo’s voice as she speaks. Regardless, all the gathered Mandalorians agree to her terms, with the survivors leading the way to their glider. Din and Astra each hold one of IG-12’s arms to help Grogu get onto the vessel with the rest of them. As soon as they’re settled, Astra sets a hand on Din’s cuirass and makes her way over to the group that’s started to help prepare a meal. Din watches with hardly concealed amazement, the warmth of her touch—even through the beskar—remaining with him.
“Djarin,” Paz calls Din from his reverie. Din’s helmet snaps towards his Mandalorian brother and he’s met with an amused tilt of the blue-painted helmet. “If you’re done staring at your riduur, then we could use your help over here.”
Din nods, his face burning even hotter than Astra’s touch had as he urges Grogu to follow him towards Paz. Their pauldrons hit against each other in the familiar teasing they once had long before they had to worry about finding a home planet for their people. Din’s eager to return to those simpler times, but with a family of his own.
It’s nightfall by the time the meal’s prepared and completed. The group, now fed, sits around the long table Din, Paz, and the others had helped to set up as Bo-Katan invites the survivors to share their story. Din’s and Astra’s entwined hands remain concealed under the table as they rest upon Astra’s armored thigh alongside Grogu’s place on her lap.
“They intercepted any ships they saw leaving,” one of the men from before recounts. Din still hasn’t quite caught his name. He’s been accustomed to never asking for one. “They took no prisoners. They bombed every surface twice over.”
Din keeps his visor fixed on the man that’s across from him, but lets his gaze fall. His hand tightens around Astra’s and she sets her free hand upon it. He struggles not to be a child again, watching the explosions from over his father’s shoulder.
“They punished us as a warning to the whole galaxy because we refused to surrender.” When Din gains the faith to lift his eyes again, he finds that the man’s gaze has since found Bo-Katan’s. Her expression is one Din’s had yet to see the strong woman wear. It’s as if the word mortification itself has been written across her face.
Bo-Katan looks out upon the full table, but her gaze is empty. “That’s not true.”
Her words may as well be a blaster shot in the quiet of the night. Every head turns to face Bo-Katan with a type of incredulity Din’s never seen before. Even he tilts his helmet at Bo to beg for some kind of explanation.
“I did surrender.”
A collective breath is taken as the Mandalorians begin to whisper amongst themselves. Bo’s eyes find both Din’s and Astra’s for some kind of reassurance. Din offers a sympathetic tilt of his helmet, and he’s certain Astra’s providing a similar kind of physical response. The whispers stop and Koska tries to speak, but a lift of Bo’s gloved fingers prevents her from doing so.
“After our forces were annihilated in the Night of a Thousand Tears and defeat was imminent, I met with Moff Gideon.” Bo-Katan gives her head an aimless shake. “The ISB had reached out to me to negotiate a cease-fire. In exchange for submitting to the Empire and disarming, all remaining cities and Mandalorian lives were to be spared.”
Bo pauses, letting the looks of disbelief and disappointment fall upon her. Din glances at Astra to see her brow furrowed in worry for their friend. He gives her hand a reassuring brush of his thumb.
“That is how Moff Gideon came to possess the Darksaber.” Bo-Katan glances down, likely observing the hilt of beskar upon her belt. “I didn’t trust him, but it was the only chance I had to save our people.” Din watches Bo’s gaze get lost again. “And then he betrayed me and we were helpless to resist the Purge of Mandalore.”
Silence continues to choke the table. One of the survivors finds their focus on Din and the Armorer, causing Astra’s hand to grip Din’s more tightly. “How did these others survive?”
The Armorer doesn’t miss a beat. “We were hidden on the moon of Concordia.”
The other survivor speaks up. “Are you Death Watch?”
“Death Watch exists no longer.” Her words are definitive. “It shattered into many warring factions.”
“Our people have suffered time and time again,” Bo-Katan adds on, “from division and squabbling factions. Mandalore has always been too powerful for any enemy to defeat.” She tightens her lips and soaks in her own words for a moment. “It is always our own division that destroys us.”
Bo’s gaze falls yet again as the table’s forced to sit with the stinging truth of her words. Din’s visor turns to Astra, who’s already looking up at him with a crease in her brow. Her eyes search the void of his visor and Din wishes not for the first time that he could lift the metal and show her his true gaze. Instead, he takes their entwined hands between his and offers her a nod. He’s not the one who needs the comfort, because he’s not the one who ever surrendered to Gideon—and he’s not the one who was once an agent of division, no matter how unintentional.
“You all should get some rest.” Bo-Katan splits the silence with her genuine words of care. She becomes the first to stand from the table. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
The rest of the Mandalorians begin to stand, but Din’s visor remains on their haunted ally. She walks off from the scene, heading towards the front of the vessel. Din sighs and stands alongside Astra, his hand remaining in hers as he helps her up. She has Grogu tucked in the elbow of her free hand, though her gaze is yet again focused on Din’s visor.
“You’re worried about her,” Astra plucks the thought from Din’s mind.
Din exhales and finds where Bo has stopped by the bow. “That’s not an easy burden to bear.” He refocuses on Astra. “She’s not in the right headspace for what’s to come.”
The corners of Astra’s mouth pull tight into a grimace. “I agree.” She glances over her shoulder. “I’m worried about her, too.” Grogu coos from Astra’s arm to agree with her. Astra’s smile becomes more genuine when she looks down at him. She releases a troubled exhale and meets Din’s visor again. “I can go talk to her.”
Din gives his helmet a shake. “That’s all right.” He eases his hand from her grasp and sets both of them upon her shoulders. “I can do it.” Astra’s brow lifts in surprise as Din lowers his helmet to her forehead and lifts a hand to grasp her chin. “Sit tight.”
Din walks off towards Bo-Katan and with Astra’s gaze burning through him for the second time that day. He allows himself to smile for a moment before he focuses back on the task at hand. He has no doubt Astra’s words in this situation would’ve been more eloquent, but Din doesn’t underestimate his own influence on Bo-Katan’s state of mind, especially as a Mandalorian who lived through the Purge. She needs to hear from the one she once felt so isolated from.
Din approaches Bo with careful steps, not wanting to startle her. He stops once he’s a few good paces behind her. Din waits a beat before he speaks. “I had no idea.” He takes a brief pause. “We were taught that everyone but us had forsaken the Way. That you were selfish and uncaring.” Din steadies himself as Bo starts to shake her head. “Now I understand.”
“You were right.” Bo-Katan’s words are nothing short of heartbreaking. “I was selfish.” Din’s helmet snaps towards Bo. “And this is what it wrought.”
Din waits a beat before he takes a few more steps towards her. He reflects on every word he’s kept close to his heart ever since this effort began. “We’ll rebuild it. Isn’t that our history? For thousands of years, we have been on the verge of extinction, and for thousands of years, we have survived.”
Bo-Katan whips around to face Din, her brow furrowed in unprecedented fear. “I don’t know if I can keep everyone together.” Din tilts his helmet. “There’s too much animosity. And this blade—,” she reveals the hilt of the Darksaber to him, “—is all I have to unify our people.”
“I only know of this weapon what you taught me.” Din’s since lost Bo’s gaze, but he doesn’t stop. “To be honest, it means nothing to me or my people. Nor does station or bloodline. What means more to me is honor, and loyalty, and character. These are the reasons why I serve you, Lady Kryze.” Din earns Bo’s gaze back, a look of disbelief painted across her expression as Din goes on. “Your song is not yet written.” He lifts his arm and crosses it over his cuirass as he bows his head. “I will serve you until it is.”
Din lingers only for a moment before he turns and walks away. There’s nothing left for him to say. The rest will be left for Bo-Katan to sort before daylight breaks again. Hopefully, she’s well aware of the fact that Din doesn’t say something he doesn’t mean.
Astra awaits Din with a smile she doesn’t bother hiding. He tilts his helmet at her and earns a response even before the distance between them closes. “That was beautiful, riduur.”
Din chuckles, half with embarrassment and half with amusement. “You were eavesdropping, huh, rid’ika?” He sets a hand on her shoulder and gives it an affectionate squeeze.
Astra shrugs. “Couldn’t resist.” She rests her head against his arm. “It’s not everyday you make a heartfelt speech to someone who isn’t me.” Din inhales to respond, but stops when Astra lifts a single finger and presses it against the bottom of Din’s visor, where his lips would be. “And before you ask, no, it’s not jealousy.” Her gaze admires him in a way that makes Din wish they weren’t surrounded by others. “I’m just so, so proud of you.”
“Cyar’ika…” Din releases the softest of sighs as he slides his arm to Astra’s other shoulder and rests his helmet against her head. “Cuy ulyc.” His fingers run over the part of her shoulder not covered by beskar. “I adore you too much for you to be saying such things in the presence of others.”
Astra lifts the hand not holding Grogu to lace her gloved fingers with his own upon her shoulder. “Then just wait until you hear what I have to say when you marry me again.” Astra tilts her head to look up at him. She beams as she kisses his beskar cheek. “Now, I know eating isn’t really an option for you in this environment, but I can at least make you get some rest.”
Din huffs and nods, letting Astra guide him to one of the empty cots they’ve set out for those not taking the first watch. She lets him lie down first before she joins him at his side, her head resting on the inside of his shoulder. Din removes his pauldron to make it more comfortable for her. Grogu, who’s long since been asleep in Astra’s arms, gets propped up to cuddle himself into Astra’s cowl. His IG-12 suit remains stored away elsewhere on the vessel for safekeeping.
Astra’s voice is quiet as she whispers one last thing to him. “I love you.”
Din smiles to himself, his gaze fixed on Mandalore’s night sky and his hand cradling Astra’s head even closer to him. “I love you, too.”
Astra’s quick in seeking her rest, and while she wanted the same for Din, he’s doubtful he’ll be able to. He’ll need to join the rest of the group on the lookout, even from where he currently is laying. He refuses to let his family be hurt on Mandalore again, especially with what they’ve already been through.
In what could quite probably be one of his biggest mistakes, Din spends nearly all of his worries on them and their safety—and not nearly enough on his own.
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not one to forget.
Yijun doesn’t really make friends. But there’s always room for enemies.
INCLUDES ⁺⠀qiao yijun, kwak yunseo.
TIMESTAMP ⁺⠀BACKSTAGE INKIGAYO, 21 AUGUST 2021.
WARNINGS ⁺⠀profanity, arguing. & my obsession with em dashes im so sorry.
WORD COUNT ⁺⠀2K.
NOTE ⁺⠀is this cringe Be honest.. anyway first chrryade piece we cheered!! sol i hope i didnt eff up your boys thanku for letting me use them 🫂 muah!!!
Sweat was drying uncomfortably on the back of Yijun’s neck. The makeup plastered all over his face felt cakey, unnatural. The lights were too bright and his shoes were too big and with every step he took down the corridor he felt irritation dancing along his skin, sparks flickering and waiting for the final little inconvenience to tip him over the edge, ignite him completely.
He wanted to go. Where, he wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew was that he wanted to be somewhere else. Outside. A bar. The dorms—and not the new ones, in the new apartment the company had set the rest of the newcomers up with and shoved a room in for him too—the original ones. With Hyeonmin. And Ilwoo. And fuck, he’d even be happy to see Jiyeol’s perpetually dead-eyed stare looking back at him when he opened the door. Back home, in their flat. His mother had probably ripped out every memory he’d made in his childhood bedroom to replace it with some minimalistic decor and some fake potted plants and an exercise bike by now, since the last time he’d spoken to her on the phone she’d been waxing lyrical about her ‘new health goals’ for the year.
Anywhere other than the Inkigayo backstage corridors sounded like a dream. He’d take a locked and bolted room with completely blank walls and no-one for company other than Jaehee over a minute longer here.
His fingers crept up the sleeve of the jacket he was wearing and his nails scraped long trails up and down his arms, touch cool to the overheated skin. The sound of it was muffled, and everything felt a little far away. Like he was drifting underwater, wading around under the surface without any real direction—like now, and how he was pacing up and down the corridors in hopes that something would relieve the itching feeling crawling around just under his skin, jumping from nerve ending to nerve ending.
He didn’t have to search for any longer. The faint pressure closing in on him popped all at once, leaving him gasping for air. Or rather—left him slamming hard into someone’s shoulder as he passed them a little too carelessly, head lost in the clouds and deep underwater simultaneously. He swivelled on the heel of his too-big shoes, his lips poised and ready to toss out a half-hearted apology before going on his way, but then Yijun saw the look he gave him.
It wasn’t outright disgust. However much you hated someone in this business, you’d never let them know. It’d stay hidden in the creases of paper-thin smiles and the palms of clenched fists. The look was more.. Reproachful. A drag upwards to the arm Yijun had hit, a hand coming up to brush it off, and then flicking back upwards to meet the rapper’s eyes. The stranger’s lip curled up at the corner, half a sneer on his face, and that was the flame that started the fire. That was all it took. An expression that lasted less than a second, gone faster than it had appeared, and Yijun was gritting his teeth, and turning to face him fully, and trying his best to push the burn of all his vitriol into a singular look.
“Surely it didn’t hurt that much. No need to give me that look.”
That only served to make the look worse. The sneer was full-force, now, and the stranger’s hand dropped from his arm to thud uselessly against his side in a way that seemed far too loud for the quiet of the hallway, even if it was still populated by the distant chatter from other dressing rooms and constant buzz of the aircon.
“And who are you to tell me how much it hurt? No need to be rude.”
The words fell distorted on unhearing ears, static filling them to the brim instead. Who are you? It wasn’t what he meant, wasn’t what was being said—but his mind twisted it that way anyway. Who are you? Reporters at the door. Eyes on his back. A tap on the shoulder, a look of realisation. You’re that.. That Yijun kid, aren’t you? From that group. Whatever they’re called. There’s a new one, now. The other.. Well. I guess you would know what happened to them. From one failed group to another that no-one knew the fate of, from headline to headline and scandal to scandal, and he was still a nobody. Who are you?
He glared right back once he’d snapped himself out of his frozen state, pushing forward to lean closer, leering at the stranger even if he had to raise his gaze to do so. Anger was filling up his head again, leaking out of his ears and pooling onto the floor around the shoes that still didn’t fit. His words were growing in volume, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides and nails leaving crescent moons indented in his palms.
“Rude, my ass. I was just saying.”
Realistically, he knew he should’ve walked away before it went any further. He should’ve turned and retreated, kept it to judging looks when they passed on end-of-show stages and quiet eyerolls when no-one else was looking. But he didn’t, so he couldn’t. Especially when the still-stranger pushed blood-red strands of hair that had come loose from its styling out of his eyes and smiled, the expression stretched thin across his face. Yijun wanted to scream, and he himself didn’t really know why.
“I think I’ve been in this business long enough to know what being rude looks like. I don’t know why you think I have a problem with you—I don’t even know who you are.”
His nails bit into his skin so hard it broke. The stranger kept on going.
“I must’ve missed your performance earlier. Or maybe.. It wasn’t all that to begin with? Anyway, like I said—I don’t know you.”
You’ll know me in a minute, he thought. His head was pounding, the lights above him boring into his retinas. Because I'll rip your teeth out and carve my name into your arm. Maybe then he’d be remembered. The freak who attacked a fellow idol, a jealous psycho so desperate to be known he’d hurt and tear and dig his teeth in for it. Better than nothing, he supposed.
But he didn’t say that. He bit his tongue, tried to school his face into one of indifference rather than one that would show how affected he was from the comment, and said something else instead. “Do you want a medal? I don’t know who the fuck you are, either. And I doubt you and your own little group of no-names were much better than us.”
That was what seemed to crack him. The smile melted off of his face, the façade having slipped, and Yijun let a grin of his own spread over his lips wide enough to show his teeth. If that was all it took, then—well. He would’ve done it a lot earlier.
The stranger opened his mouth again, brow furrowed and likely ready to fire back, until a voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Yunnie-yah! Where the Hell are you?”
Yijun stifled a snicker at the nickname, grinning wider when ‘Yunnie-yah’ only glared harder. A taller man came up from behind but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Yijun, hand almost immediately coming up to rest on the red-haired stranger’s shoulder.
“What’s up? Who’s your friend?”
He laughed again, louder this time. He couldn’t help it. Even ‘Yunnie’ rolled his eyes at the term.
“Far from a friend. Just—I don’t know.”
The taller stranger’s eyes narrowed, hand tightening slightly in its place. “Is there a problem?”
Yijun kept his eyes on the redhead, daring him to speak up. Go on. Snitch. Make a scene. You know you want to.
The redhead said nothing, scoffing and turning away. Despite this, his friend piped up anyway.
“You shouldn’t go around talking shit. It’s not a good look.”
His arms were itching again. His hands uncurled from where they’d been squeezed tightly shut, and he wiped the bleeding crescent moons clean on his sleeves, watched as the red stained the fabric. “You shouldn’t accuse people of things you don’t know they’ve done. That doesn’t paint you in a very good light, either.”
The taller one was quicker to anger than the redhead, it seemed. He started forward even if nothing Yijun said had been particularly provocative, gently pushing the shorter to stand behind him. His vision was suddenly full of dyed hair and irritated eyes, the conflicting smells of sweat and cologne clouding his senses until he was drowning in it all over again. This was how he was going to be remembered, then. A victim, beaten black and blue after a few misplaced words and a misunderstanding. Again—better than nothing. He’d probably get more money out of that.
Alas, the punch he was waiting for never came. A third voice arose instead. Weren’t they crowding the corridor, now? More shoes thudded down the hallway, splashing in the remnants of his anger, his desperation. Like kids on a rainy day, getting their feet wet but not caring until the cold seeped in.
“I sent you off to find him, not hang arou—what the fuck? What are you doing?”
It was getting boring, now. He was less angry, and more tired. The taller one was yanked away, and Yijun pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He felt like he was drifting again, lost to the raising voices of whatever the trio were going back-and-forth about. Snippets bled through the haze, drifting into one ear and out the other. Can’t you leave well enough alone? He started it. I don’t care. The last thing you need is another hiatus. Fuck you.
When the darkness from his closed eyes morphed into spirals and colours and static, he reopened them to find all three pairs of eyes trained on his figure. A glare, a sneer, a wary look.
“I’m really sorry about this, uh..” the newest arrival of the three stepped forward to apologise, bowing his head and trailing off as he waited for the Yijun to supply his name.
“Yijun.”
“Yijun-ssi. It won’t happen again.”
It could, for all he cared. He’d argue and fight and trade blows all day if it gave him something to do. The apology was paper-thin anyway, hardly counting for much. Still, he nodded along and pasted on a smile as sweet as he could manage.
“It’s alright, sunbae.”
Silence fell again. The tallest was the first to clear his throat and stand up straighter, giving him one last look before turning on his heel. He paused and looked back when he realised only the one who had arrived last was following him, but the redhead cut him off before he could say a word, and waved him off.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
They were back to their stalemate. The glare against the grin. The blood on Yijun’s sleeve had dried, and he could feel a blister coming on from the back of his too-big shoes.
“What’s up, Yunnie-yah?”
The sound of him gritting his teeth was audible. Yijun watched the muscles in his jaw tighten, amusement poorly hidden on his face.
“It’s Yunseo. Or nothing at all, if it’s coming from you.”
“Right.”
He hoped his disinterest was discernible, easily distinguished. From the answering look on the redhead’s face, it had come through just fine.
The quiet was back, until Yunnie—Yunseo—shattered it with a stilted cough, glare lessening in its potency, if only for a moment.
“I guess I’ll have to expect seeing you around.”
Nothing sounded worse, in Yijun’s opinion. The aircon buzzed somewhere above his head, and the distant chatter carried on.
“I hope not.”
The redhead scoffed. Yijun couldn't see what look he had on his face, because he’d turned and carried on walking on his original—long-forgotten, but original—path.
His makeup still felt cakey on his face, and the lights were still too bright. But, at the very least, he was a little less irritated. Pissing people off was something of an outlet, it seemed.
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FANFIC RECS!
here's a revamped version of my rec post - each fic will link to it's corresponding ao3 page, a summary in my words, small notes/review, and a disclaimer for more mature ratings if needed.
enjoy!
(* = new entry, last updated: Dec 3rd, 2023, still going through recent bookmarks)
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and a stain on my shirt - venom crossover, vv good, also a fix-it, venom finds another eddie to latch onto, a lot of humor, reddie get together, venom saves eddie
awake my soul - pretty angsty, keep an eye on those trigger warnings, this was pretty good, i rlly couldn’t take any breaks with this one, richie and eddie get jumped but in the process of putting away the ones responsible for the hate crime richie finds that he’ll have to come out sooner than he’s ready for, added bonus of art!!, happy ending, has fan reactions and news coverage as things are slowly revealed
come over here and overwhelm me - nsfw, a VERY GOOD rec, SO tender, the fluff is so well written, richie is having a bad day nd eddie comes to the rescue being so hfwjaklhj!!!, this fic said bottom richie rights nd it opened my eyes
don’t break character - HE/THEY RICHIE RIGHTS, richie finds that maybe his journey of identity isn’t over when he hears the word “nonbinary”, very!!!!, fjkdkslahfkl, just him having he/they pronouns is so exciting and flappy hands-worthy
I killed a clown. ama! - it chapter 2 except it’s through the lens of social media from posts by richie eddie myra and background fans, very very entertaining, canon compliant until eddie’s death it’s actually a fix-it, fair amount of angst??
it’s not real - WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS, a lot of angst, very intense, eddie has an amazing richie impression, almost like they share the same braincell, eddie is also vv caring and will drag any faceless internet account down with him, could def make it in celebrity PR according to richie’s manager steve, richie comes out but he gets a horrible reaction and then finds himself in the middle of a clusterfuck of things that unfortunately couldn’t stay in the past, bill apparently also gets cancelled a lot and he cannot cook, he’s also the only other loser in here, a black mirror au, AGAIN WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS ONE
oh, wouldn’t it be nice? - nsfw, some angst, eddie finds richie’s obituary that he got from adrien (the park scene in chap 2; at least i think it was adrien), SUPER SWEET OMG, i had to stop a few times from the sheer amount of emotion this gave me
parental interference - in 1989 some parents are coming to their senses when it comes to a certain clown, i love went he’s an awesome dad, T rating, i suggest a peek at the trigger warnings/tags just in case, canon-typical triggers, again i really love wentworth tozier in this fic he’s a 10/10 dad
predicament bondage - nsfw, richie is 100% a sweetheart, eddie is fjdsljfkslf i love this version of him, richie is cast as a dom in a movie so he decides to get information from a professional which is eddie but he finds that working with eddie might bring his heart into the mix, a lot of internalized homophobia so watch out, ur honor i love eddie here
puppets and plants - the way this was written? *muah* my number two rec, some angst, the intimacy of u nd the guy set up across from u at the farmer’s market, amazing stanpat dynamic, trans eddie and ben!, pride parade!!
the king is gone - absolutely AMAZING time travel fix-it, fairly long, some angst, some fluff, not at all a boring read
the lockbox - pushing an M rating? maybe a T?, asexual eddie finding out that he’s ace and everything that comes with realizing u aren’t straight, honestly made my ace heart so happy, bit of angst
work friends and emergency contacts - outsider pov, eddie makes a work friend, fix-it w both eddie and stan living, eddie gets a divorce pre-itch2, damon just wants the best for richie and eddie, reddie getting together, richie visits eddie at work
STRANGER THINGS
bottle it up until it overflows - ohhhh boy, i absolutely love the vecna possessing mike trope and this fic definitely lives up to high standards, rated mature, bad parent ted wheeler and internalized homophobia, basically mike gets vecna'd is the entire plot - @ghoulsanderson
i feel like i know you (but we never met) - post season 4 of stranger things, ambiguous / open ending, teen rating, oh boy this made me emotional!, without spoilers i have to say this is such an angsty fic and i love it, this fic is written beautifully, the party all forget will because of vecna suppressing their memories, spoilers: mike puts everything together to figure out who the "missing person" is - @andiwriteordie
something's made your eyes go cold - TW SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, rated mature, mike is chronically suicidal, very very angsty but relatable (sadly), oneshot - @defendingtammythompson
when everything was fiction, future and prediction - two words: time travel, mike is confronted by his younger self and figures out a few things, very much hurt/comfort, rated teen
9-1-1 TV
*all the time in the world - i literally know nothing about the dsmp but the way this was written is so beautiful, i love angst and buddie but also buck angst gets me the most, evan buckley used to be someone called karl jacobs but eddie doesn't know that and thinks buck is a war veteran, he's not entirely wrong but also don't make me fact check that beyond reading this, this fic makes me feel super autistic in a way i can't explain, time travel and secret identities are just so my jam dude, bonus chris moment that made me squeal bc chris eddie and buck are so family material - @official-impravidus
*my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline - such a good crossover, the characterization is very very good, i definitely need to read it again, a pjo au that has a twist, demigod buck and eddie are special to me now, having buck be on that side is an interesting choice and i like it, buck's mom being aphrodite makes so much sense - @trashyinfernomusic
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𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐
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“Hey everybody, how ya doin’ Charlie Gillespie here!” Charlie smiled into the camera. You were seated next to him in a chair with your arms crossed over your chest, waiting for the crew and cast to get things ready for the big number they had to shoot today. Charlie looked over at you and put his arm around your shoulders. “I am here today with the lovely, talented, beautiful…Y/n Y/L/N!” He exclaimed emphasizing every compliment he threw at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“Hello everyone.” You waved at the camera smiling.
“You can’t tell…but um, she’s sad.” Charlie leaned forward like he was trying to whisper. You playfully hit him.
“Am not!” You protested.
“Yes she is.” He mouthed looking at the camera as if he was in the Office. “See, we’re about to do this huge, amazing shoot, and well, Y/n here. She can’t dance.” Charlie shrugged, causing you to stare at him with your mouth agape, and looking offended. “Well she can dance, but she’s not allowed to dance to the music in the scene.” Charlie cleared up his explanation laughing. “Wanna tell the fans why you can’t dance.” He turned to look at you with those beautiful eyes that seemed to change from green, to blue at times.
“This will be out after the show airs so why not. I play a ghost on the show, who can’t hear music. She doesn’t know why, and that’s why she tries seeking help from Caleb Covington muah ha ha.” You joked. Charlie was grinning from ear to ear. You were funny and you liked to joke around on set like he did, it was why he took such a liking to you. You were fun to be around, and he liked being around you. You were the only one he’d like to sit by in between scene changes. When you didn’t say anything further, he turned to you.
“That’s it?” He questioned. You shrugged. ”Where the flavor, where’s the sizzle. That spark. This girl.” He gestured to you with his thumb while staring at the camera. “Anyway, back to what we were talking about. Y/n gets sad because she can’t dance along like everyone else, so I, Charlie Gillespie.” He put a hand on his chest. “Have decided to take it upon myself, to help her out. You know…make her happy.” Charlie was always trying to cheer you up before any scene that involved music. “So without further ado.” Charlie stood up from his chair, then climbed on top of the table. He looked around catching the eyes of those who noticed him on top of the tabletop. He smiled down at you pointing at you then shouted. “This one’s for you, Y/n!” He exclaimed. Your eyes widened, Charlie was always going out of his way to do something so extra, to be the one who hyped the cast and crew members. It’s what made you like him so much. You smiled as he started singing.
“Everybody now!” Charlie sang. “Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river.” Charlie clapped his hands together as he moved side to side. “I can’t hear you!” He placed a hand over the back of his ears. “Rollin’, ooooohhh, rollin’, uhh yeah.” Charlie then down at you extending his arm out.
“Rollin’ on the river.” The cast and crew sang.
“Whoo!”
Charlie had pulled you up on top of the table with him. You laughed at his theatrics as he grabbed your hand and spun you around. Owen, Booboo, and Jeremy, along with a few others, like Kenny, and Cheyenne smiled up at the two of you goofy off and having a good time. They could tell just how infatuated Charlie was with you. They liked to tease him about it when you weren’t there. You two lit up a whole room just by being yourselves.
You giggled as you followed Charlie’s movement. He had swung his arms side to side. He was so happy to be able to help you get through scenes. He was willing to keep helping you get the dancing out of your system, if it meant it brought a smile to your face.
He let you keep dancing and grooving as he took a step down to have one foot on his chair and one still on the table. “Do wap doo doo do wap doo doo do wap doo doo do.” He sang out then turned to Kenny to play an air guitar. “Dunna da da, dunna da da, dunna da, da da da dada da…daaaa.” He trailed off.
He laughed helping you down from the table. Once your feet hit the floor you almost lost your balance but Charlie kept you up right.
“God you’re such a dork.” You laughed as he smiled at you. His eyes twinkling with gleam. “Hey at least the dancing is out of your system. You’re not sad anymore.” He teased pulling you into a hug then pulled apart so that the makeup artists could retouch a few things. The camera panned around to him again causing Charlie to lean forward. “W-We break, we break out into real live musicals too guys.”
You leaned in too to be in the frame of the camera. “Correction, Charlie breaks into real live musicals guys.” You laughed. Charlie pulled away from his makeup artist to lean over and press a kiss onto your cheek. He smiled, quickly, squinting his eyes and smiling.
“Thank you for that.” You giggled up at your boyfriend. Though to the world he was your best friend. As you two liked to say during interviews.
“Anything for you.” He nudged you with his shoulder. He looked around making sure no cameras were around.
Once the makeup artist moved away, and so did the camera like he thought it did. Charlie grabbed a hold onto the bottom of your chair and scooted you closer. The cast and as well as Kenny were all for keeping your relationship a secret. Though Charlie was all for letting the whole world know you were his, but this was such a big break for the both of you, you both wanted to take it slow. Charlie didn’t think that the video was gonna reach the web, but boy was he wrong. The camera person was circling the camera around the room to capture everyone in it, and on the last second of the video, they caught Charlie. Charlie forgot about knowing the risk and didn’t care as much today because he was so content. He didn’t think leaning in to quickly peck your lips would soon cause a mayhem throughout the fandom. The camera pun so fast you could hardly tell, right?
“I love you so much.” He pulled away.
“I love you too.” You pressed your head onto his as Kenny called for everyone to take their places.
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