#the time i went out to get coffee with my partner and we sat down in the benches and i picked out a cool bottle cap from the floor......
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how to lose a guy in 10 days — csc
choi seungcheol x reader
genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities
synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.
warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol, reminder that this is my take on the plot and it will not flow the exact same plots in the movie
i do not feel so confident about this bc i wrote this with mind in shambles. literally me comforting myself with svt while i'm dying from my studies rn :') pls tell me if you like it bc i would most def appreciate it <3
it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”
and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.
“what?” you shooted
“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice
“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted
“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously
“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised
“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked
“like what doggy style?” karina questioned
“not like that you idiot” sakura glared
“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed
“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed
“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed
“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced
“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.
right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.
all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.
you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.
why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.
“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area
“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution
“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head
“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned
“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said
“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.
“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests
“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina
it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.
it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.
you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.
you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.
“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.
the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.
“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question
“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied
“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.
“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you
“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.
“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered
on the other side of the bar there was a crowded group of 13 people who were mindlessly taking shot over shot as they were crowned as the most obnoxiously loud people for the night.
most of them spitting out tipsy thoughts to one another as they joined forces on pinning and choosing choi seungcheol as the victim for tonight.
“here comes the virgin joseph for tonight, choi seungcheol!” dk hooted while hoshi was giggling to any phrases the latter would make out
“isn’t it mary though?” joshua pondered drunkly on the edge of the couch munching on the nuts hoping it would make him sober as it was too early to go home.
“whatever, we still get the point. so what’s with the anti-women behavior cheol?” jeonghan grinned. his smile too wide to seem oblivious of the answer.
“i think dating is now deemed predictable to me,every woman i dated either wants my money, my body, fame, or a father figure” cheol sighed deeply
“wait you’re a dad?” dino’s brows furrowed in deep confusion as cheol stood there with utter disbelief
“i thought we we’re supposed to have a fun hangout today, and now all of you are just looking like alcoholics with all these bottles in our table” seungcheol complained
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING ALCOHOLICS?!” mingyu exclaimed looking at the opposite direction of where cheol was.
“FUCKER I DIDNT CALL YOU ANYTHING” minghao retorted to a confused mingyu facing him causing cheol to place a palm over his forehead.
“how about you start charming women for who you truly are?” vernon continuing the passed topic.
cheol didnt know if he was thankful for vernon re entering a topic, all the “seemingly” sober people joined up on the topic. they soon somehow convinced cheol to meet new people and try making them fall in love with him.
kkuma needed a mom, maybe he did too (but not in a maternal sense
“i doubt scoups can make a girl fall in love with him” dino giggled in the verge of passing out.
“i sure can ! it’s like a walk in the park” seungcheol defended.
“not even within a month” jeonghan added
“not even a week” jun stared blankly.
seungcheol always had placed his pride on a pedestal, it’s the source of his cocky behavior.
“oh please, give me 10 days it would be like she’s under a love spell” cheol snickered blanketing his bruised ego.
“deal, i bet 20 that we’ll have another meeting on the 10th day having cheol drop dead drunk at thus exact spot” jeonghan screamed only standing for the first time for the night.
it was chaos after that, but the group was almost divided equally in the process of them making bets and weighing the odds of cheol’s fate.
seungcheol wished the ground opened its jaws and buried him six feet under
even he was lying to himself with his statement, but one thing about choi seungcheol— he always wins.
“i’m gonna head home now” cheol said, he wish he didn’t.
he somehow wished that they were all too drunk to force him into the grave he dug himself. mercy will be the end of their bond, so as fate has written cheol’s fortune.
“i guess cheol is accepting his pussy title” jeonghan sighed
“i am not a pussy” cheol responded
“then i guess you’ll have to prove that” joshua sighed blankly at him
“let’s start by choosing the lucky girl who’s gonna take cheol’s v card”
“i’m not even a virgin” cheol rebutted with a frown, the liquor making him submit to his true emotions.
“please you barely lost it” dk laughed
“well i barely felt it….” cheol muttered
“let’s do her” dino pointed at the wall as he stood quickly stumbling with his head spinning
“who’s he pointing at? did he shave his eyes as well?” woozi said laughing
“shut up pink panty guy, i’m talking about the girl that has red hair and wearing a black dress” dino said laying on the floor
“ooh, she looks hot like seungcheol’s type” jun teased
if he didn’t spot your bright auburn hair he would’ve sworn to himself that these guys we’re just throwing a hate crime at him, but god, you we’re his type.
“go on mr. choi, show us your charm” mingyu pushing cheol closer to your area in the bar
you were planning on stepping up, but you had to make one thing sure, so you turned around to your friends with burgundy rushing through your cheeks with the thrill throwing you into your pit of endless thoughts.
“makeup, and outfit : perfect” yunjin started with a wide grin
“hair : gorgeous and can easily make a ponytail” karina winked as you glared at her
“teeth clean and ready for sucking” sakura smiled
jesus christ you were asking for a reality check and they just simply can’t avoid adding scandalous statements as if that’s all you do.
you were ready
were?
are?
was?
fuck.
you backed up quickly as you saw a guy charging at your direction ready to barf up on you.
quick arms catches your moving physique, as your back became dependent on the person unbeknownst to you.
two groups filled your senses with squeals, laughing and cheering waking you up from your not so cute dilemma
you turned to the person behind you seeing the man of the night
choi seungcheol.
“you okay, sweetheart?” his voiced hush, you felt warm and you swore that is was just the buzz from the liquor
quickly you went to work
“omg thankyou o-oppa” you’re voice cracked because you simply cannot believe the words that escaped your lips.
there was terror in his eyes, the moment you saw it, it went away. a pretty grin was graced upon your lips because this will be one hell of a ride
he better be sure to keep his seatbelts on because you’re gonna totally rock his world.
day 1 : the tortoise and the hare
spoiler, the hare never wins
guys hate being speedy, if they’re looking for a woman they can take home to his mom it would definitely not be the woman who wants to be dicked down after the first date.
and this wasn’t even a date
he took you to his place after your so called friends left the both of you in the landmine
he only intended you to sober up, and you only wanted him to curse you off his life. but it would be no fun if you just did it in a day, wouldn’t it?
the sound of the collision of class and marble led to both of your eyes to be met.
“thank you, really, or what else i would’ve smelled like vodka and whatever the fuck that person just ate” you sighed in relief genuinely
“no worries, you don’t smell like barf or vodka…. maybe a little of tequila but you’re good” he smiled
fuck. he’s hot and he knows it, a part of you wished that he was some sort of narcissist so you could do this thing in a easier way.
his face sculpted and graced with beauty his eyes filled with wisdom and maturity, his lips full and shaded like cherries.
you we’re definitely down to have a fling with him, but according to you, you were planning to change your ways and test the purpose and ability of men.
“mhm, i’m tired let’s watch a movie?” you smiled with your forced high-pitched voice
you love how he would hide the way his face would wince when you talk or the way his jaw slacked on your statement.
you smiled at the thought of him trying to take you out of his multi-million mansion because you were pushing boundaries he built for you
“yeah.. sure, what do you wanna watch?” he assisted you by the waist as he brought you up the stairs.
you wanted to get out, you wouldn’t think that it would go like this. fuck the boys manual maybe it doesn’t work with hot rich guys
“the notebook, i LOVE that movie” you smiled and you could see how he expected that
as you laid in his sheets, which you felt deeply sorry for actually staining his pearly and silky shits with your outside clothes, but your pride held you high. if you fell from your pride or for him then maybe then you could wash his sheets.
the room was dimly lit, the ambience warm as he intended.
he sat next to you, with distance for respect according to cheol’s brain.
you couldn’t predict him, and maybe he sends mix signals, and that made you feel less guilty because you concluded that he’s a womanizer. he knew all of these antics a little too well.
“it’s getting hot” you sighed fanning your face adjusting your dress to the right extent, you held your hair exposing your neck to him making sure he saw it.
"really? my ac is so low right now" he was surely acting oblivious.
you may be frustrated at him for not taking your hits but you guess it would make a good build up, meanwhile he was there dumbfounded from all the tricks you pulled, he was slowly getting hard but that's another story.
he was thinking if he should drop it, it seemed like you just wanted a one night stand, but speaking of the devil (angel) jeonghan sent him a text showing him how much money he would be getting if he proved them wrong.
somehow in the end all of his friends were convinced that he would stay bitchless. there was a whole chapter within their groupchat making fun of what he said earlier at the bar.
truth be told, he didn't give a fuck about the money, he wanted his dignity and pride back.
"my body is so warm because of all the shots i took though" you reasoned out quickly.
"well my body is really cool right now" he faced you slowly pulling you close but you had other plans
you quickly kissed him as if you were desperate for it.
"mmm- i think we should slow down y/n" he rushed to tell you.
you wanted to grin so bad, victory laid on your side, but you had to put a sad face asking him if he no longer likes you repeatedly as he escorted you out of his house.
you quickly twirled and skipped across the road when you were sure he was inside already. he was there though, watching through his window.
maybe he had to step up.
day 2 : the in-laws
there was not a single text on cheols phone the next morning, soon learning your phone was inside the purse you left at his house.
he wanted to scan your purse thinking of a way to sweep you off your feet today. but a gentleman doesn't mess with a ladies purse.
after the the long chat you had last night, you exchanged your details to each other which now led cheol to your apartment building with flowers and a wide smile.
"hi i got these for you-"
"wait cheollie, say hi to your mom !" you cut him off with a smile
his face quickly shifting, you what?! he was slowly shaking on the inside quickly settling down your purse, flowers on your coffee table.
"h-hi mommm" he grinned as if his mom could see him.
"seungcheol i didn't raise you to hide your partners from me like this, i really like y/n you know, so when's the wedding?" his mom ushered
"a wedding?" you gasped and started screeching as if it was real
"we'll see mom haha.." he replied deranged from the situation made just 2 minutes ago. he quickly hung up before his mom could get any more ideas.
"well that was interesting, i didn't know that you knew my mom" he restrained himself from losing himself.
"well i have to meet your parents anyways right, cheollie?" you smiled at him
"yeah, but we just met yesterday" he deadpanned
"well, you don't think we're gonna work out" you started sobbing in front of him making small obnoxious hiccups
"well that's not what i meant baby" he hushed and spent the afternoon babying you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
day 3 : monday flings
"i seriously cannot fathom how much patience he has to reach day 3" you genuinely lay your opinion
"i was a complete total psycho, but he must be mental" you said to yourself
"that's fucking crazy because if i had to put up with that you would never hear from me again" sakura said bluntly which bruised and praised you at the same time
"i need a break from my alter ego as well, i hope he has no plans on asking me on anything anymore at least"
the day went as if you had never met choi seungcheol at all, which made you relieved for at least having a rest day, sure it was such a short time but god how tiring it was to be somebody else
"i just really realized how to fit in somebody else's shoes" you sighed as you and your friends exited the building together ready to go home and simply pass out.
"then don't fucking wear them" karina said
"but this is the whole point, being a stereotypical woman in a relationship"
you all soon parted in your own ways as you walked through the neighborhood near yours, you realized you just walked passed by seungcheol's house and this made you walk a bit faster and try to fabricate your distinguishable looks. but guess what
"aw baby don't hide from me" he coos slowly pulling you in his embrace.
"i was just looking for you" he smiled as he rushed you into his home
you somehow wished he could just stab you right now.
he led you to his living room filled with rose petals and candles dedicating a whole playlist of his vinyl records for you. you spent the evening sharing his home cooked dinner, which was actually delicious. and he soon brought out his photo albums from when he was a kid.
"do you think our children look just like you?' your sentence made you freak out but you supressed it wanting him to be affected by your vicious visions.
"how about we go back about the marriage thing for now" he faked out a laugh.
"i want this to be our family's house too" you sighed in content while scanning the architectural structure.
"if that's what you want" he smiled and pecked your forehead, which had caught you by a surprise.
"it is" you smiled, you didn't want to admit it but something formed within you when he said that.
"i'll be having a boys night tomorrow so i might not respond quickly to your texts"
"is it strictly 'boys only' ?" you asked forming an idea and swallowing these funny feelings that have bloomed within you.
"well it had always been"
day 4 : poker night
if fate was inevitable, they should you hit you up then.
you were in a cab with your hands filled with cheol's place in mind.
"cheol having a 4 day record is worth celebrating" jeonghan teased
"it's been that long?" mingyu asked actually impressed
"i've been in a lot of relationships since college, stop making it seem like im a loser" he sighed
"probably just in college" minghao retorted
"it's probably going well, maybe next year she could meet his parents" seungkwan noted
"please, she met them the second day we met" cheol answered scoffing at the thought
"now i know why girls are driven away from you" jun cringed at cheol
"she called them herself the day we met, she even said that our children will live here, and she tried to sleep with me the first day we met !" cheol finally shared his experience the past few days
"ooh feisty and a woman with a plan, that's so horanghae coded" hoshi smiled reaching his palms out and curling the ends of her fingers.
"you're going delusional again hamster" minghao smacked the back of hoshi's head causing the latter to relieve it by rubbing his head.
"maybe cheol could get laid now with her bold behavior, someone who can tame mr. pride-over-pants-down-choi-seungcheol over here" joshua said
"she's just a bet-"
the violent reactions that flashed through the faces of his group-mainly cheol when you came in the door in the middle of the game.
the guys quickly recovered teasing cheol for being so attached already calling her over for a boys night.
"hi guys!!" you said excitingly trying on your best cute expression you could muster up while hoshi replied to you with the horanghae pose as you quickly reciprocated it.
"i just thought i could put some of my stuff here so you could always remember me cheollie" your eyes twitching the moment your face was parallel with the wall
cheol was in awe with the first few vases you put out, until there were at lest 13 in his living room only. his house looking like he was out there selling urns
you were going around his place disrupting them, even changing their ambient music into some of britney spear's playlist
and even making very concerning screams around the kitchen just behind the living room.
"cheollie, can you get me some water" you whined when you heard them telling cheol it was his turn
he caught you reaching out unto the cupboards for a glass, he quickly got you what you requested and leaving you there
you were quick to grab onto his arm and grab the cigarette out of his mouth.
"you need to stop smoking" you tell him genuinely, his demeanor sensing your honesty his brows rested as he gave you a smile.
"i need to keep my lungs healthy for our children huh?" he teased you with a knowing smile
day 5 : ghosting
after his game with the boys, you two spent so much time together after.
he was being sulky after receiving his first losing game last night from all your disruptions last night.
but he never mentioned you being a nuisance, and just maybe because it was stored somewhere deep his chest the frustrations he held
but you stayed clingy to him filling him up with your presence even when you already went home flooding his texts until it was dawn
today you decided to stay low, you were lying in wait in this part of the plan
by doing so much the past few days today you decided to give ghosting a shot
"god i just wanna die if i need to go through this just to find a decent human being" you sighed frustrated at yourself
you wish you could stop now, there was 150 bucks on the line
or this is what you thought that hindered from you from stopping, you stared longingly on your laptop
quickly dialing his number you grinned at the sound of his voice
day 6 : a large iced diet coke and a kiss to go
today you planned on watching a knicks game with cheol, it was both your favorite thing to watch.
the stadium filled with cheers as you were shaking with thrill watching the tight game among your favorite team handling each other by the neck
most of the game went well according to cheol
during the break the venue managers continued to do the kiss cam.
you were interested looking at random people sharing affection through this stupid camera. but you didn't know it would face you.
you saw your face light up with surprise as the other guy next to you exposed on the kiss cam
you were looking at him
"i'm-" the guy was cut off when seungcheol grabbed you by the nape sealing your lips with his plush ones, the camera then panning to the both of you instead of you and the other guy.
"you weren't in the kiss cam" you said smiling- wait no don't.
"well i was just now" he said cockily
"i'm not gonna let you kiss him when i'm here" he said and that lit a fire within you
the final part of the game resumed as you both were cheering wildly through the crowds
it was time.
you asked cheol to bring you coke since you were extremely famished according to your words.
cheol quickly glanced at you, the bottom of the stadium, on the scoreboard, and back to your eyes.
he quickly ran getting you the drink that you wanted.
"i cant drink too much sugar though i need the diet one" his face turning into a distressed one jogging back up the long steep flights of stairs as he huffed to the vendor that you wanted the coke one, being only available to watch the game through the small monitor by the ceiling
there was about 3 minutes left, your team still having time to win over
he rushed back to you quickly handing you your coke, but there was another thing-
"i need ice cheollie" you whined at him, he groaned but still went over to do it
only a few moments left before the game ends the vendor still working on you precious drink, seungcheol staring at the monitor.
you felt bad, like actually. but you had to keep this up
you were enjoying the game until you were drowned in your thoughts on how you were ever gonna ask for his forgiveness after all this
you were a bitch and get over your act.
the crowd calling out through your ears realizing your favored team won, you had to force a smile especially a lovely one at cheol to make him think you were being a menace
maybe if you pushed him enough you could end this sooner, you can't admit that he was charming, handsome, and his behavior is no less than how a gentleman should act.
sorry coups.
the game ended, you were exiting the venue with cheol as his arm around your shoulder quickly calling you a cab home.
"thank you for this babe" you smiled passing him the cup, hoping you were rude enough for him to not call you up anymore
"no problem, you gave me your other ticket to watch with you anyway" he smiled pecking you before you left.
he crumpled the cup and threw it away.
day 7 : the revelation
you and cheol spent this day with a quick breakfast by the small cafe nearby, chatting through the busy streets of your city, he asked you to come to his event tomorrow which you accepted. after breakfast there were barely any interactions coming between the two of you.
why stay through this conditions?
well we bring you to the day 1
you were troubled writing your new article on the magazine company you were working for.
your boss expecting so much from you, you simply cannot write anything too political or anything controversial at all, so you stuck on to writing these stupid "how to" to articles which was a huge success for your company.
you were stuck, nothing to write, drafts filled with calling out peace for all countries experiencing genocide and territorial invasions or calling out to politicians who were legitimately caught only on scandalous events but never the seat of any meetings.
you were a writer a "how to girl", you swore you did it all and wrote them, how to talk your way out of a ticket, how to feng shui your apartment and even having those little tests you wrote printed by the magazine.
seungcheol was a lawyer, he stayed in his grandfathers law firm, his grandfather desperate for him to get wed and have a family who will take care of the firm and would take care of him as well.
seungcheol's grandfather knew his luck in love, so he prayed that even when he passes, his grandson will still have someone to be with.
day 8 : pride over love
cheol came over to your place at dusk seeing you with your flattering yellow dress with a backless cut on the back.
he was stunned by your beauty, his hand leading to his chest.
"my god" he whispered to himself as he paced closer to you
"you're gorgeous" he smiled as he kissed your temple
"you don't look to bad yourself" you grinned at him
you decided to stay in your apartment for a while as you settled a few of your stuff before you leave
he glanced over your record player and fidget over your albums then he finally sat down digesting the whole essence of your place, it was hard for him to stay still thinking that you were some dumb bet but he knew you were more than that, he knew you we're attractive but the breeze tonight was only revealing your true selves to each other.
you came in the room with your purse settling it by the coffee table as your favorite song came by, you couldn't help but singing along to it
and other girls dreamed that they'd be cheol's partner
they'd be cheol's partner and
you're so vain
you probably think this song is about you
and then you both exploded in to giggles proceeding to do silly dances before heading out.
you both arrive at an immaculately decorated building, you could already hear all the people chattering inside the building making a light buzz on your ears
"cheol, you should come meet our new stockholder" his coworker ushered him as he looked at you with slight worry
"i'll be fine you should go" you pushed him lightly and he just nodded at you making a phone call sign telling u to call him if anything happens
it was a while when you were just sitting by the bar drinking your nth drink for the night, it wasn't your intention to do so, but that was the only thing that can occupy you. you didn't want to bother cheol on his night so you stayed lowkey.
you weren't drunk but you rethink because you didn't know why seungcheol's grandfather ushering you to talk to him.
"so i heard that you have been seeing my grandson" he started
"oh yeah i am" you politely answered, guilt wrapping you up when you realized that you were only feigning everything.
"i'm glad that he told me about a girl he goes out with, he barely tells me anymore because they don't last long" he giggled
"oh really? i would expect him to be married by now actually" you joked with him
you felt comfortable around him, his friends, his relatives, and even his co workers, they really provided you with a nice environment.
"i'm happy that you stayed with him even after knowing that you just started as a bet-"
"excuse me?" you were violated.
"i mean please excuse me i need to get some fresh air"
there was regret in mr.choi's face but it also held worry, was it true? you were a bet? what did he win for you? for this? what did he mean that you started as a bet?
you were furious, you knew you were also doing him wrong, but you felt bad for all of it.
it wasn't helping that you had to admit to yourself that you did like him. even through the fucked up situations you had this week, it was all messed up, fake.
but even in all that chaos, he was consistent, he was there.
now you're doubting if that was his acting as well
because now you were burning everywhere, because you knew you crossed the fine line along the feigned adoration over real devotion.
you adore choi seungcheol.
but now that meant nothing.
quick and heavy foot steps were heard behind you
"y/n!" cheol managed out with huffed breaths
you faced him with disdain painting your face.
“wow, you’re gonna run away after you defy me?” he laughed sarcastically, his face sullen his eyes filled with fury
“defy you? what about you making me a bet?” it dawned on him realizing that you knew about his faults too.
it was true, you did defy him, not that it was your choice, you had to do it for your job, you wrote about him, one of your how-to blog and magazine experiments.
how to lose a guy in 10 days
this was your last project being a part of this magazine line. you swore you couldn’t keep on using people for an article, you planned on being a journalist after quitting, after making him your last.
because after all, you love him.
your article could also be called “how to stupidly fall in love and find a man in 10 days”
“it was a bet at first, then i fell, but you just played me” he looked at you as if you just stabbed him straight to the chest
“what?” you said confused
“leave. i don’t ever wanna see you anymore” he warned
“didn’t know you could stoop so low, and don’t worry i will”
“how to lose a guy in 10 days huh?” he started “lucky you y/n because you just lost him” he uttered walking away.
the night turned completely upside down, both of your chests swelled with guilt, shame and anger.
your heart dropped, but you just swallowed you pride and left.
day 9 : drive me out of town
quickly packing your things to leave, you won’t do any good here now that everything is tainted by the man you met just a little more than a week ago.
you spent your whole day just wallowing the sadness from your love life leaving your friends, your apartment.
you published that article about choi seungcheol to have income before you left your low life and start as a struggling journalist to do what you always wanted, to write about more important things
conventional, innovative, a cry of the oppressed.
but people seemed to worry if blondes were more fun than brunettes.
you truly regret using him, but you both did the wrong things to the write people, only fate knew that.
you rode your cab ready to leave this damned city to move to another identical one.
the familiar streets slowly blurred into the abyss of the distance as you called your friends and relatives one by one just catching up and telling them little life updates.
you were sad, but you knew that seungcheol is probably feeling a lot more than you were.
the darkness of the sky basked you a sense of comfort, there’s always a new day.
you wished him peace.
it was a fault writing about him and confessing about you felt at the same time, but he deserved the last bit if honesty left to your fake situationship.
a raging motorcycle suddenly honks at your vehicle endlessly. your cab giving way but it seemed like it wasn’t what the motor rider meant
“OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP” you told the cab driver when you realized it was cheol’s bike.
was he planning to run you over?
you got out displaying yourself in front of the man you loved.
“y/n, it was all true” he said taking his helmet off he huffed tiredly but not slowing down his pace to get close to you
“what are you saying?”
“i liked you that’s why i agreed with the bet, hoping you would like me back, even though your personality was hard to work with” he laughed to himself
“why are you saying this? why now?”
“maybe i flipped the page too quick not seeing that you loved me as well”
“love”
“what?”
“i still love you” you whispered
“you won your bet a little too well mr.choi seungcheol”
“i love you too, and i don’t care if you pull your annoying your girl antics i still love you”
“that wasn’t me” you laughed
“well there was a part of you who did it, and i love all of you” he smiled showing his gummy grin.
you couldn’t help but feel free, you weren’t stuck in that annoying girl’s body forcing the guy you love to hate you.
“kiss me, cheol” you teared up
he didn’t need to be told twice as he rushed to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing to yours savoring every inch of it. your head shifting in sync as you both connected not wanting to let go.
today’s day 1. the first day of making it real.
day 10 : my heart, it lies within yours.
passed 12 am
i guess you did actually lose your bet now with your friends. at day 10 choi seungcheol was plush against your skin his lips in yours, and your hands in his hair.
“i hate that you have me wrapped around your finger” he groaned onto your lips
“i hate that you actually won your stupid bet” you sighed
“i always win, and this feels so much better than winning” he said lifting you
your bags left on the floor the moment you reached his home, he told you to call it yours as well, from now on.
your silence didn’t last long when the both of you were longing for each other leading you up to this moment.
“hm so cocky huh?” you teased him as you started kissing down on his neck as he laid you on his bed.
you pulled down on his tie realizing he was so busy at work all day.
you kissed him once more and switching the positions that you were previously on as you climbed onto his lap and continued making out
your hands wandering on his hair and his hands on your ass.
your tongue interacting as he let you do whatever you want, his hands started wandering on your body leaving your skin burning for more.
your kiss being more needy as you started to grind on his hard on. he groaned onto your lips leaving you to grind harder.
you started to unbutton his clothes as he followed suit, removing yours as well.
he was pulling on his tie
“no” you stopped him
“keep it on love” you commanded
he could throw you and turn this around, but he didn’t. he enjoyed this a little too much, loving the feeling of being taken care of.
you both were left on your under garments except him having his tie on
he looked so hot having his tie rest on his smooth and hard muscles, his abs and pecs shining from the moonlight.
you continued grinding on him until he held your hips to stop.
“let me have you first please” he sighed as he laid you down on the bed as he knelt on the ground facing your crotch.
he looked at you as if he was asking if he could remove it and you nodded back at him.
his blonde hair a bit messy as you caressed it and tugging while he was removing your underwear
his face getting closer to your heat as he started kissing on your thighs slowly.
his lips then met with your clit as he sucked slowly then proceeding to lap on your entrance already making it soaking than it already was.
his tongue bending slightly when met with the entrance teasing it and slowly stretching it.
his right hand caressing around your waist as the left one kept it on your thigh refraining it from moving.
his fingers slowly worked his mouth as he slowly dipped one into your hole.
his finger was thick, 2 of your fingers were your frequently used ones, but his reached so much deeper, felt so fuller.
he hummed against your clit as vibrations flooded through your veins. he added another finger making you writhe and pull on his hair more.
you pulled him up kissing his plump lips before making him lay down on the bed.
you held his hands as you put it above his head, you weren’t intending to restrain them at all.
his biceps protruding so well when you raised it keeping it there as you licked and sucked on his neck slowly removing his boxers.
you wanted to cum with him tonight.
his eyes went dark seeing his large dick lining up to your entrance, he wanted you to ride him, he wanted to stare at your beautiful body while you felt pleasure because of him.
"no condom?" he asked heavily, he wanted it, he wanted this, but he also wants to make sure that you're doing what you desire, not wanting to make regrets again.
"i don't care, fill me up, make me pregnant" you said in a daze, but even without the lust you had right now, you still would say yes.
"fuck" he groaned hearing your words
his length standing tall, he was already so girthy, his tip leaking red.
he wanted to feel pleasure with you, not just sitting there like some fuck doll.
you lined the tip with your entrance as you slowly sunk down already feeling an enormous stretch.
"god your cock is so big" you moaned as you rested your head by his neck sucking there to distract yourself from the slight pain.
his hands went down to your waist as he pushed you further, taking him all in.
he was sent to paradise with your walls crashing to his length, engulfing it in its warmth
"your pussy was made just for me, love" he groaned as his hands guided your waist to ride him.
you were releasing moans as you rode him, it's as if he was still getting bigger inside you.
you then leaned back to your position staring at him with his tie, he looked so hot with his abs clenching every time you squeeze his dick, and how his sweat made it look like he was glowing.
he was laying back with the most drunk in lust face he got as he bit his lower lip just staring at you bouncing at him.
every curve of him filled you even more hitting the right spots that led you to your high in a few more moments.
you both released at the same time, but cheol was far from over with you
he flipped you around entering you in a missionary position, he was truly strong as he pumped himself in you with a new found energy hitting even deeper than before.
he caressed the bump his dick made deep on your stomach.
he made a guttural moan just by the thought of you being able to carry his children by the very belly he's fucking oblivion to.
you pulled onto his tie causing it to tighten a bit that he moaned. you kissed him sloppily as your saliva mixed and dripped to the side of your chin.
he went down leaving marks on your delicate skin, already having red marks on your neck, he made sure to give your tits some love.
he sucked onto your left one and massaged the one on your right, continuously flicking it. his other hand made its way to massage your clit, which made your back arch and scream his name.
"fuck seungcheol" you moaned
"seungcheol? i thought you called me cheollie" he smiled at you with a shit eating grin
you could barely even give a response, you were simply brain dead from all the pleasure you had.
his pace going faster and faster as massaged your clit to a higher intensity, you both were sent over the edge for the second time tonight.
he slowly removed his length, as your hole felt the emptiness you groaned. your mixed arousal slipping out of your pussy as cheol just stared at it.
he inserted two fingers fucking the cum back into her, you moaned at overstimulation, he continued fucking you with his fingers.
"aren't you doing too much mr. choi?" you glared at seungcheol.
"gonna make sure you keep all of it" he said as she shakes his head giggling.
you pulled him down onto the bed as you sat up stuffing your underwear in his mouth making him moan out loud.
"your turn?" you grinned.
i felt like i could do better :") im sorry if this is bad.
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Wearing pink [S. R.]
Spencer Reid x bimbo!reader
word count: 2.7k
request: Hear me out... Spencer introducing bimbo f!reader to the squad! 😭🩷
A/N: Honestly, I had never written anything like this and I hope it is the correct idea of a bimbo. I based her on some TV characters, so (if you're a fan of this type of reader) I hope you like it!
“Baby, you're so nervous,” Spencer giggled, listening to the click of your heels from one side of the apartment to the other to check that everything was in order.
“I'm not nervous, I just want everything to look nice” you complained. Your gaze went to your boyfriend, who was wearing an elegant suit that you had bought for him last month, and you noticed that his tie was a little crooked. You immediately went in front of him and your hands acted on their own to accommodate it, as they had done so many times.
It was the first time Spencer's unit mates would see you and you wanted to make the best impression of all. You kept asking if the dishes looked good, if your skirt was smooth, if your hair was combed, if your makeup looked good. And each time he just smiled and nodded, recording how precious you were.
Honestly, the fact that the team found out about your existence was mere coincidence, the result of an unfortunate event that ended up unmasking Spencer. He had spent the night with you, since the cases had kept him too busy the last few weeks, and when he left the room, he only gave you a kiss on the forehead so as not to disturb your sleep. Although he wasn't very hungry, his body was in desperate need of coffee, so he opened your cupboard for something to take back to the office. Everything in your kitchen, which you hardly ever used, was pink, lilac, or any pastel variation of a few others, so it was a relief for him to find a single black thermos. Without paying much attention, he took it, poured the hot liquid, and then walked out.
There was no case, yet, so he sat down at his desk after waving to Morgan and Emily. He felt his phone vibrate and he thought it was a message from JJ, but he found that it was you who was contacting him.
Hey, are you leaving without saying goodbye?
He smiled inadvertently and apologized saying that you looked so pretty that he hadn't wanted to disturb your calm. I could almost imagine you blushing from your soft bed.
Okay then. Good luck today, handsome.
Love u xx
"No way! Are you a plastic girl?" Garcia yelled, from his partner's side. Spencer jumped a little when he heard her and it seemed she had caught everyone's attention.
“A what?”
"Your cup" the woman stretched out her hand to pick up said object and showed it to the rest: it had a bright pink print, with some images of a blonde girl and various objects, including a text written with something like newspaper clippings. which enunciated Burn Book.
"Where did you get that, Reid?"
"Who is she?"
“It's Regina George, from the movie Mean Girls. You don’t know her?" Prentiss muttered and at first, he immediately denied it.
“On Wednesdays we wear pink,” Garcia quoted, hoping he would have a clue, and again he showed he didn't know what they were talking about. But after taking a closer look at it, he suddenly remembered that he had looked at a poster with her somewhere in your room and it all made sense.
“When I took it, it was black”
"It's probably one of those magical cups that reveal the image with heat"
“Thermochromism?”
"I guess that's the scientific term"
"So where did you get it from? Did it just show up at your house by chance?"
"No, it was at my girlfriend's house"
At that, Emily's eyes widened, Garcia gasped loudly, and Morgan, who inconveniently just took a gulp of his coffee, almost choked on the hot liquid.
Penelope almost took the doctor by the neck to ask him why he had omitted such important information and he only shrugged his shoulders and replied that he had never commented on it because they had never asked.
It didn't take long for Garcia to yell at the missing team members what they had just found out and pretty soon JJ and Rossi were also gathered around the man to find out what was going on. To everyone's dismay, Hotch interrupted almost immediately, and they didn't manage to ask Spencer any questions. And he said it would be better if they were that curious to ask her themselves.
“Reid, I swear you don't even introduce us to that girl I'll never talk to you again” Garcia had threatened him, clearly exaggerating just to convince him.
When Spencer saw you again, he filled you in on the whole situation and asked if you were okay with hosting a unit dinner, to which you happily agreed.
"Everything looks immaculate, you don't have to worry," he assured you, taking both of your hands and leaning in to kiss you.
"But what if they don't like me?"
"What reason would they have for that, huh?" he insisted, holding your face in his hands. He really liked your lip gloss, it always tasted delicious and made your lips look flawless.
"Because they're like mega-cool detectives and I... well, I won't even know what to tell them."
"Let them ask the questions, I assure you they will be dying to know everything about you" he smiled at you, quite confident that the evening would go perfectly. It was the first time Spencer had introduced the team to a couple, so they would behave prudently. Or at least so he hoped.
The sound of the doorbell caught your attention and you practically jumped towards the door to open it for whoever was there, but not before asking your boyfriend for the thousandth time to make sure you looked good. When you opened it, you saw a blonde woman and a bald man who, from Spencer's stories, you assumed were Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan. They asked your name and you agreed, finishing verifying that it was the place with the presence of your friend behind you.
"Hello! We thought we had the wrong house” she sighed, completely nervous, and Morgan didn't even say hello because he had been stunned to see you.
You were very pretty, generally speaking, you were wearing a white skirt, a tight top, and a light baby pink sweater, plus huge heels that made you almost level with your boyfriend. You were like a model and it's not that he didn't trust his friend's flirting skills, but that you had simply exceeded his expectations of him.
You received them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while they secretly observed the place. Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ soon arrived, in exactly that order, and when they were all assembled, they took seats at the table. Spencer helped you serve dinner, which you had ordered from your favorite restaurant, and pretty soon all of you were eating and drinking the wine that David Rossi had brought as a gift.
Although the conversation had been pleasant during the first few minutes, it was obvious that everyone wanted to ask you questions, quite surprised to see the type of girl you were and how they never imagined that their friend would fit in with someone like that.
"So since when are you guys dating?" Emily murmured, trying to be nice, but also dying of curiosity.
"What will they be now, love? About six months?” you said, reaching out to hold his hand on the table.
“Six months, fourteen days, and seventeen hours”
"He's the mathematician here, so you can listen to him" you joked and the others laughed. The courtship time somewhat dismayed the team, because, although they didn’t blame him, they wished they had known sooner.
"And how did you two meet?"
“Oh, for my dad. Spencer went to give a conference to his police officers in New York a while ago and he asked him for a private consultation on a case that had been giving everyone a headache. When he helped him figure it out, Dad was so grateful that he invited him to dinner so he could meet our family. My parents loved him so I thought of it as a sign and we kept in touch after that."
"Now I understand why he kept looking at his phone and smiling in his spare time," Morgan muttered to embarrass him, like an older brother would, and the team laughed at the memory.
"And who is your father?" Rossi asked. Reid had never mentioned what had happened, but still you seemed familiar to the man, as if he had seen you somewhere before.
“He worked for a few years as a police chief here in Virginia, but now last year he got promoted to the commissioner or something; his name is Joseph Sanders”
You probably had no idea how important that position was to police officers, but they all exchanged glances as if you had just told them that you were the daughter of the President of the United States himself. Rossi immediately snapped his fingers as he winced, telling you that of course he knew your father and that he had seen you when you were a girl of maybe ten years old. The others only weighed in on the fact that Reid was now the commissioner's son-in-law.
“Hey and, no offense, but how did you fall in love with our boy wonder? He's always been a bit shy”
Now it was your boyfriend who was worried that they might make him uncomfortable or point out the clear difference between the two of you, but your carefree giggles put him at ease every time.
"It is enough to see that face to do it, don't you think?" you responded affectionately and the girls smiled at your response.
"Actually, she called me to invite me to have coffee after dinner with her father and although at first I thought it was hopeless I realized that she liked spending time with me and that's why I kept asking her out”
“He was so sweet. Flowers, chocolates, dinners. The whole package"
“Yes, well, it's that I did a little research on the best courtship methods and found common factors like that in most of them. It was only necessary to combine it with the right environment and make some modifications to them so that they were pleasant in front of you. Did you know that in the 19th century it was well seen that men…?”
"Reid," Derek interrupted, as a signal for him to stop rambling, and his friends smiled at the doctor's soft apology.
“Half the time I don't understand what he's saying, but I love hearing him talk,” you said sincerely. He had never taken that as an offense, because, although many people didn't understand his talks about him either, at least you always paid attention to him "I honestly don't know how a person can have a brain of that size"
“In fact, brains don’t vary in size but rather in areas of development, so it is incorrect to say that one person has a bigger brain than another. In such a case, one person has a more developed brain than the other”
The group looked at him accusingly again and he was about to feel guilty, but your lips crashing a kiss on his cheek considerably improved his mood.
After many more questions, everyone was able to realize that you and Spencer couldn't be more than complete opposites. You loved everything that Reid didn't know and he knew a lot of things that didn't matter to you. There were no books in your house, if glossy magazines counted for anything, and Spencer didn't even have a modern cell phone. Your house vibrated with pink and expensive things, while he only cared that there would be a bed to sleep in when he got home. But even with everything you looked really in love and the team wondered how that was possible.
Although you tremendously admired the man's capabilities that wasn’t the most important thing to you, but his wonderful beauty of him. He was someone who drew attention with his eccentricity, that every time he walked into a room he left a mark and someone many women wished they had, which he didn't even notice. And by becoming your boyfriend, without any explicit sense of ownership or anything, he had become all yours.
You liked holding his hand in the streets, you liked that he came to work and the clients were surprised when he kissed you, that everyone said how lucky you were to have found a man like that. Besides, he had passed one of the most important tests: he had your parents' approval, which was usually not an easy thing to come by.
And right now, it seemed that you were winning the sympathy of your boyfriend's family too, because the fact of seeing him so happy by your side was reason enough for them to like you and, therefore, also approve of you.
When it was time to eat dessert, the girls invited you to go shopping with them one day and all the compliments from the men were related to your last name, even astonished that Spencer now belonged to the spheres of high police society. They told you many things about themselves and you, with some effort, tried to take it all in.
"It was a great pleasure meeting you, you can come back here any day you like," you said to say goodbye, once the night was already quite advanced and they decided that the best thing (for the comfort of both the hosts and the guests) would be to leave.
“The pleasure was ours, Y/N”
Just like at the beginning, they kissed your cheek, and one by one they left, giving you kind words of thanks, until only you and Spencer were left.
"How was I?" you immediately asked your boyfriend, who was already looking at you out of the corner of his eye with a smile.
“Perfect”
"You think so?"
"I know it" he assured you, moving closer to you to hold you by the waist and causing your skirt to ride a little higher to the height of your butt "They loved you"
“But can you believe your friend Emily was wearing flats with that dress? It's not right and I didn't mean to be rude by mentioning it, but I died when I saw it” you started to babble, still under Spencer's grasp “And your friend Penelope has such a…quirky style. She wears colors that shouldn't mix, but somehow it looks good on her. And your boss, Aaron, shouldn't wear a suit jacket with a casual shirt. The others were relatively good, but the next time I see Jennifer I'll be sure to treat her to a moisturizer for her skin”
"And leaving that aside, did they at least make a good impression on you?" he laughed. He wasn't upset with you, it was inevitable that you would notice that kind of 'signs of bad taste' as you called them.
“Oh, they are adorable. You can tell that they love you very much, everyone speaks with admiration of you. Even your friend Derek, even though he tried to annoy you every so often."
“Yeah, I'll make him pay” he muttered under his breath, making you smile.
Carefully you reached up to reach his lips with a kiss and he sighed pathetically into your mouth as you clung to his body. Your skin was so smooth wherever he touched, as if you were a delicate piece of porcelain in his big hands.
“I hope you had a good time”
“Of course I did, sweetie. I already told you, you were perfect"
Perfect. You loved that he described you that way.
"Do you have to go home?"
"Probably. Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought maybe we could go to my room. I bought something new that I think you'll like” you said innocently, while you held him by the tie that you had arranged so carefully at the beginning of the evening. Upon hearing this, he wasted no time and carried you in a bridal pose, taking you there while you laughed out loud.
No one questioned Spencer when he arrived later than usual the next morning, smelling of cherry shampoo and with a suspicious purplish mark, knowing that the only one to blame for that would have to be you.
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ultraviolence | part two
rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'
GENRE → angst, romance & smut
SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.
TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)
CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO
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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).
to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.
this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.
"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.
"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.
"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.
you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.
"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.
as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.
it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.
nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.
you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.
"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.
"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.
"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"
"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.
"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.
you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.
"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."
"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.
it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.
connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.
connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.
"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.
michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.
"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.
fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.
'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.
the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"
"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.
the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.
it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.
you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.
"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.
his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.
his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.
"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."
his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.
him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.
your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.
he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.
"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.
"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.
your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.
he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.
"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.
the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.
"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.
it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.
"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.
"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.
it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.
though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.
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ATEEZ Imagines: Your First Time Having Sex With Them (fem!reader) - Hyung Line Ver.
Maknae Line Ver.
🔞 (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI) 🔞
TW: protected intercourse (HJ, SH, and YH,) unprotected intercourse w/ birth control (YS,) dom!reader (YS,) sub!reader (SH and YH,) switch!reader (HJ) semi-public sex (HJ and YH,) being overheard (HJ and YH,) size kink (YH,) giving oral sex (YS,) fingering (YH,) begging (YS,) orgasm denial (YS,) cock warming (YS,) groping, neck kissing, marking up, dirty talk, nipple play, nipple sucking, whimpering, moaning, hair pulling, pet names, undressing, cursing
Hongjoong:
I know this trope is so overused for him, but your first time would definitely happen in the studio
You guys had been dating for a while and hadn’t gotten much further than making out and dry humping
Joong had been pretty busy lately, working on stuff for ATEEZ’s upcoming album
So with you being the wonderful, caring partner you are, you decided to come visit him at the studio and bring him some food <3
Totally innocent, right? Haha, WRONG
He of course was extremely touched that you had gone through the trouble to get him his favorite meal and coffee, giving you a nice long kiss and pulling you into his lap…
He expected you to pull away after, but you were instantly back on his lips, wanting more. And he was happy to oblige :)
You looped your legs through the arms of his chair to straddle him, gripping your hands in his hair tightly as his were roaming all over your chest, waist, and down to your hips
After a while you began to feel him getting hard underneath you..
“Babe, I think we should stop, I can’t be getting too excited…” he chuckled, breathing heavily.
“Well… why not? Want me to help you with that?” you asked suggestively.
His eyes widened comically. “Are you sure? Right here?” You felt him getting bricked up underneath you just at the thought of it.
“Come on Joong, where’s your sense of adventure?” you questioned, biting your lip.
Your eagerness and confidence was definitely turning him on even more. He patted your bum to signal you to get up from his lap, which you did before moving to the couch. He locked the door and went to rummage through his coat pockets, pulling a condom out of his wallet.
“How long have you been keeping those on you?” you asked teasingly.
“Since about a month into our relationship.” he laughed back, walking towards you. “You always want to be prepared.”
He sat down next to you on the couch, and you were immediately straddling his lap again, kissing him on the lips before trailing down his neck, gently nibbling and sucking.
He inhaled sharply, gripping a hand into your hair and pulling on it. “Shit baby, don’t tease me. Your teasing is torture.”
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” you chuckled, giving him just a few more kisses down his neck. “You didn’t even give me time to leave any marks…”
You stopped above his collarbone, then reached a hand up to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt. Once his shirt was off, you ran your hands across his chest, taking in the sight of him. “You’re beautiful, Joong.”
He smiled at you affectionately, then impatiently tugged at the hem of your shirt. You rolled your eyes playfully, then whipped it off over your head. You decided to take your bra off as well, letting the straps fall from your shoulders and sliding the cups down painfully slow.
When he finally saw your bare chest, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened. “God baby, you’re perfect.” He reached up both hands and squeezed them ever so slightly, a satisfied smirk forming on his face. “They’re amazing.”
“Can you please just fuck me already?” you whined, grinding against his clothed erection.
He laughed at your impatience, then motioned for you to hop off so he could slide down his sweats and boxers. “Nice to see you’re just as eager as I am.”
You couldn’t seem to get your pants off fast enough before you were hovering over him, lining him up with your entrance.
He gripped onto your hips with his hands, then glanced up at you. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes Joong, please, I need you.” you whined eagerly.
He began thrusting up into your entrance, letting you adjust to every inch of his cock as you sunk down, until he finally bottomed out inside of you.
He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his entire shaft, then tilted his chin up to whisper in your ear. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. I don’t know if I’ll last very long at all.”
You giggled, continuing to bounce up and down on his cock. “Well so do you… I guess it’s okay if we both finish quickly for our first time.”
He smirked cockily before he tossed you to the side so he could pin you down to the couch and fuck you even harder.
“You’re right, there will be plenty more times for me to pleasure you thoroughly.” He bit his lip as he looked at you sprawled out underneath him, tits bouncing up and down in time with his thrusts. “Jesus, you’re breathtaking, you know that?”
You started to feel the hard knot unraveling in your lower region as you railed you into the couch. “Joong, I think I’m gonna…”
“Do it, baby. Cum on my cock, please.”
And with that, your last reserved snapped, and you clenched around his cock for your orgasm. He was following you soon after, the sound of you crying out in pleasure being enough to tip him over the edge.
“Fuck… yes baby, ride it out…” he moaned, hips slowing as your pussy milked him dry.
His head landed in your shoulder as you both caught your breath, sharing a sweet kiss before sitting up to put your clothes back on.
“Ready to get back to work?” you asked, semi-sarcastically.
“Actually, I think I’m done for the night.” he chuckled, buttoning up his shirt. “I’d rather spend the rest of the night with you. Let’s go home and eat the food you got me.”
You nodded, grabbing his hand and following him out of the studio. But as you shut the door behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks. There stood Seonghwa and Yunho, crossing their arms and glaring at you.
“Oh, hey…” Hongjoong said warily, “Funny seeing you guys here…”
“Yeah, we were going to invite you out to eat but it seems that you’ve already made plans.” Seonghwa stated flatly.
You laughed nervously. “Did you guys…?
Yunho gave you a stiff nod. “Yup. The studio isn’t 100% soundproof, you know.”
You and Hongjoong looked at each other anxiously. The other two guys just started laughing uncontrollably.
“Ah, we’re just messing with you guys. It’s nice to see our Hongjoong has found a good way to relieve his stress.” Seonghwa giggled.
Hongjoong scoffed, then gripped onto your hand and tugged you along past them. “You guys are such losers, go get your own partners to fuck instead of listening in on us!”
Seonghwa:
Your first time happened while you were visiting him on tour. You had surprised him by flying out to Japan where his concert was, greeting him backstage with flowers.
He was absolutely overjoyed to see you, picking you up and twirling you around in his arms. (Poor man almost cried tears of joy)
You went to dinner with all the boys after, and you had truly never seen Seonghwa be so clingy! He was running a hand along your thigh under the table, kissing your shoulders, whispering in your ear…
“Baby, can we please go back to the hotel?” he whined, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.
You had to admit that seeing him so needy was working you up, so you nodded, and Seonghwa immediately got up and declared he was too tired to finish the meal and rushed out of there with you on his arm
You hopped into the first taxi you could find, and even on the ride to the hotel it was hard to keep him off of you
Once you were back in his room, you confronted him. “Hwa, why are you being so touchy?” you giggled.
“I just missed you a lot.” He smiled innocently, snaking his hands up around your waist. “Your eyes, your lips, your voice…” He leaned down to your ear, “and your body…”
You bit your lip, looking up at him. “Are you suggesting we…?” You weren’t opposed, but you had to make sure. You guys hadn’t gotten any further than oral in the past.
“Only if you want to, love.” he clarified, brushing some of your hair back. “But I’m ready now. It’s just… something about you flying all the way out here tonight just to see me makes me want to completely ravish you tonight.”
You thought about it for a total of three seconds, then nodded up at him. “I’m ready too, love”
He smiled warmly, then leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate yet intense kiss. You guys kissed each other sweetly for a while before he began to back you up and gently lay you down onto the bed.
You scooted back so that the both of you could lay down flat on the bed, and he followed by crawling overtop of you. He began trailing his kisses down to your jawline, then to your neck, and finally your chest. He was being so gentle, and yet you could feel how much he loved you with every peck of his lips.
“I love you so much, Y/N.” he told you, moving back up to kiss your lips.
You threw a hand up in his raven colored locks before pulling back to respond. “I love you too, Seonghwa. More than anything.”
He smiled, then sat up to take off his shirt. You did the same, and his mouth slightly fell open at the sight of your bare chest.
“What is it?” you asked, worried he was somehow disappointed with what he saw.
He blinked, coming back down to Earth. “Nothing, it’s just…” he ran his hands over your chest, groping your breasts slightly, “You’re so beautiful.”
You smiled appreciatively before yanking him back down to kiss him more. The skin to skin contact was heavenly, and it was hard to tear away enough to begin to unbuckle his belt. But you wanted him so badly, you couldn’t wait any longer.
As you unzipped his pants, you could see his bulge pressing against his boxers, longing to be freed. You smirked up at him, palming it slightly with one hand. “Is this all just because of me?”
“Yes my love, you did all of that.” he grinned, hooking into his fingers to remove your jeans and panties. The cool air hitting your wet core made you shudder slightly, but Seonghwa would immediately warm you back up.
“You really sure you want to do this love? Because we can wait longer if you want.” he asked, looking into your eyes with such gentle concern.
You nodded with a reassuring smile. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I want to do this.” You hooked a leg around his waist. “I need you, Seonghwa.”
He nodded, then pulled back to grab a condom out of his nightstand. “Hongjoong made us all take one when we got here. Said something about not wanting any grandkids.”
You chuckled for a moment, then zeroed in on him sliding down his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally, his cock sprang free, erect and leaking with precum.
You felt yourself gulp as he rolled the condom down over it, then moved back overtop of you to align himself with your pussy.
“Let me know if you want me to stop.” he instructed before entering you with steady, slow thrusts.
You threw your head back, moaning at the feeling of him finally inside of you. “Oh, you feel so good love…”
“Good, I want to make you feel good.” he chuckled, finding the perfect rhythm to pound his hips into yours. “You want me to go harder? Faster?”
“Maybe a little of both?” you huffed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He nodded, beginning to breathe heavier as he picked up the pave and increased the strength of his thrusts.
“Ah, that’s perfect Hwa. Just like that.” you whimpered underneath him, squinting your eyes shut.
“God, you sound so hot right now.” he commented, moving your legs up to hook around his waist. “And you look absolutely divine when you’re taking my cock like this.”
The sight of his hair flopping over his forehead with every thrust, slightly soaked with sweat as his mouth fell open, panting at the feeling of your pussy swallowing up his cock was beginning to be too much for you.
He was apparently on the same page. “I think I’m going to cum soon, love. I can feel myself getting close.”
“Go ahead love, cum inside of me.” you nodded, giving him an approving smile.
He thrusted into you a few more times at a relentless pace, then threw his head back in pleasure, rolling his eyes and crying out your name.
The sight of him coming undone and calling out for you brought on your own climax, and you did the same for him. You both looked at each other and smiled lovingly before you pulled him back down to give him a kiss. He then rolled over next to you and began cuddling into your side.
“Maybe I should come visit you while you’re on tour more often. It seems to bring out the animal in you.” you commented with a chuckle.
“Perhaps you should.” he agreed, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Now, will you please be my little spoon for the night? I’ve been deprived of your cuddles for so long.”
Yunho:
You and Yunho had been dating for a few months, when one weekend he asked you to accompany him on a weekend away to Jeju Island with his friends and their partners
You were totally excited about it, that was, until your friends made a huge deal out of it
“Y/N, how can you be so naive? When a guy asks you to come away with him for a weekend, it means he’s ready to sleep with you.” they teased.
Now you were panicking and overthinking everything, being completely tense the entire first day
You were uncharacteristically quiet, you kept fidgeting with your hands, and you didn’t seem to enjoy sight seeing at all, which you had previously told Yunho you were really excited about
After you all finished your first excursion and went back to your respective rooms to decompress, Yunho was quick to confront you after you sat down on the bed facing away from him
“Y/N, what is bothering you so much?” he asked, chuckling lightheartedly and climbing onto the bed behind you, rubbing your shoulders.
You instinctively flinched away from him, making his smile drop.
“Honey, are you alright?” he asked, his kind brown eyes dripping with concern.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” you began, exhaling a heavy sigh, “Why did you invite me on this trip?”
“Well, I wanted to spend some time with you. I thought it would be fun to go on a trip together.” he explained with a small smile.
“Not because… you want us to have sex?”
He stared at you blankly for a moment, then began laughing uncontrollably.
“What’s so funny?!” you demanded, cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment.
“Nothing is, honey, I’m sorry.” he stated, calming himself down and grabbing your hand to hold it and run his thumb comfortingly along the back. “I just can’t believe you thought that’s the only reason I’d invite you on a trip.”
“Well, my friends told me that when a guy invites you on a trip, it means he’s ready to sleep with you.” you explained, beginning to laugh at the situation as well.
“Y/N, I know some of your friends are more experienced, but that doesn’t make them experts on relationships…” he replied with a patient smile, “Every couple is different. We’re allowed to go at our own pace.”
“Then… you don’t expect us to have sex this weekend?” you asked.
“Not at all, if you’re not ready.” he chuckled, “I told you when we first started seeing each other, I don’t care how long it takes for you to be ready, or if you never want to do it at all. I just like being with you.”
He pulled you into his lap to cradle you, pressing your noses together. “There’s no pressure. What do you want to do now? We have about an hour before we have to meet the others for dinner.”
You decided on curling up in bed watching some funny youtube videos on his laptop. He let you rest your head on his shoulder while he kept an arm around you, tracing his fingers along your spine absentmindedly. While he was laughing away at the screen, you were getting lost in a trance looking up at him.
“Hm? Why are you looking at me like that, honey?” he asked with a small smile.
“I’m just so happy you’re my boyfriend.” you told him, sitting up to begin peppering kisses all over his face. “So kind, so patient, so understanding…”
He let out a light hearted chuckle before leaning forward to kiss your lips. He meant to only give you a small peck, but you quickly deepened it.
He pulled back breathlessly after kissing you for a while. “What’s gotten into you, Y/N…” he teased.
“Nothing, I’m just crazy about you.” you retorted, moving your kisses to his neck. You gently nipped at the soft flesh, making him whimper slightly.
You then trailed your kisses upward until you were hovering over his ear to whisper gently, “Yunho, I think I’m ready now.” Then you bit his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.
“Are you absolutely sure Y/N?” he asked, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Mmhm…” you purred, moving down to his chest to mark it up, which you knew he loved. “Do you want to?”
“Of course I do…” he chuckled with an airy groan at the feeling of you nipping at his skin. He suddenly gripped onto your waist and tossed you to the side to lay on your back, pinning both your wrists down with just one of his massive hands. He kissed you ravenously, his free hand running over your breast and groping it lightly.
“Can I feel you?” he asked breathlessly.
You nodded underneath him, then he reached a hand down your pants to run two fingers along your slit over your panties. You shuddered at the sudden contact, instantly aching for more of his touch.
“Gosh honey, you’re already soaked, and I’ve hardly touched you.” he teased, chuckling slightly. “Will you take your top off for me?”
You did as he asked, but took the initiative to remove your bra on your own.
“Oh my, you’re so pretty…” he marveled, pushing you back down to kiss along your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, licking around it and sucking. You threw a hand up into his hair, tugging on it and making him grunt at the pleasure.
“Want me to prep you honey? I’m pretty big, I don’t wanna hurt you.” he asked lovingly.
“Yes please, I want your fingers…” you whined.
He laughed amusedly, then leaned back to remove your bottoms. “Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” He exhaled with an admiring smile at the sight of you laid out just for him. “Such a pretty pussy…”
He began pumping two of his long fingers inside of you, letting you adjust to the feeling before setting a nice rhythm. He soon flexed his thumb upward to gently rub against your clit in time with his thrusts. You were a moaning mess, finding it difficult to contain all the noises that came out of you
“Oh my god, Yunho…” you exclaimed, gripping onto his shoulders. You weren’t quite sure how loud you should be, and he could sense your hesitation.
“I love hearing those noises you make.” he commented, grinning down at you. “Be as loud as you want to, honey.”
After he felt that you were stretched out enough, he pulled his fingers out of you and inserted them into his mouth. His eyes rolled back slightly as they popped out of his mouth. “You’re absolutely delicious.”
You smiled at his compliment, then switched your expression to a small pout. “Can I please have your cock now, Yunho?”
“Of course you can, honey. You took my fingers so well.” he smirked, then went to remove his shirt. He then stood up and removed his jeans and boxers, the sight of his huge length making your eyes widen nervously.
“Don’t worry baby, I know you can take it.” he reassured you, palming himself slightly. He then grabbed a condom out of his bag, making your brow furrow.
“Wait, if you didn’t plan on us having sex, why do you have a condom?” you inquired.
“Mingi has been teasing me ever since I told him you were coming along with me. When we got here he slapped this in my hand and told me ‘good luck.’” he laughed, crawling back overtop of you.
“Okay, are you ready for me, honey?” he asked, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.
“Yes, I want you so bad Yunho.” you practically begged.
He smirked, then entered you, setting a gentle rhythm while you adjusted to his girth.
He immediately groaned at the feeling of your right walls clenching around him, squinting his eyes and throwing his head back. “My god Y/N, you’re so tight…” he huffed, beginning to thrust harder.
You hooked your legs around his waist in an attempt to lock him in, but he quickly grabbed onto your calves and positioned them up against his shoulders.
“Oh god, Yunho! This angle!” you cried out, clawing into his back and scratching your fingernails down it.
He gripped onto the headboard as he pounded into you, not caring at all that it was slamming against the wall. “Does that feel good honey? Mmhm, you’re taking my cock so well. That’s a good girl.” he growled, dipping down into you at a relentless pace.
“It feels so good Yunho, I’m so close. Please don’t stop…” you pleaded.
“Cum for me honey, please. You know you want to.” he smirked down at you.
“I do… I, oh god! Yes!” you exclaimed, feeling that warm wave of pleasure wash over you as you climaxed, twitching madly underneath him.
“Oh what a good girl… that’s it, come undone for me…” he guided you through your orgasm, tightening his grip on the headboard as he felt his own coming on.
“Y/N, I’m gonna…. Shit!” he squinted his eyes shut and slowed his thrusts as he finished inside of you, grunting and whimpering until he was finally emptied. You were both panting as you looked up at each other and shared a loving smile.
“Tell your friends…” he started, collapsing down on top of you, “That the way to get laid is by being patient and understanding, not by placing crazy expectations.”
You giggled at his remark, ruffling his hair lightly. “Believe me, I will.”
When you guys went to meet the members and their partners in the hotel lobby for dinner, you noticed Mingi and his partner staring at you with cheeky grins.
“Well, you two seemed to be getting busy in there.” Mingi’s partner chuckled.
You looked over at Yunho, who seemed confused at first, but then remembered, “Oh yeah… I forgot you guys were in the room next to us. Well, Mingi wished me good luck. It’s his own fault.” he joked.
Mingi chuckled, patting Yunho on the shoulder.“Whatever man, glad I gave you the condom.”
Yeosang:
 You and Yeosang had been talking about having your first time for a while now, both of you having said that you were ready. You were on birth control, so you weren’t worried about getting pregnant
It was just a matter of finding the right time. You both always seemed to be busy around the same times, leaving you both frustrated :(
One night you were just chilling at home, and Yeosang suddenly burst through your front door
His dance practice had been cancelled, so he decided to come over and surprise you!
You excitedly greeted him, walking up to him and taking him in your arms
Within an instant, his lips were on yours, hungrily devouring you with an intense passion you had never seen in him before
You could feel the desire radiating off of him, and you knew there was only one thing he wanted
“Y/N…” he exhaled with his forehead still pressed against yours, chest heaving up and down desperately.
You nodded understandingly. “I know, baby. I know.”
With your approval, his lips were back on yours in an instant, pressing you back up against the wall behind you. His body was flush against yours, allowing you to feel his rock hard erection pressing though his thin sweatpants.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this…” he whispered huskily, beginning to trail his kisses down your neck. He nipped at it a couple times, sucking softly to soothe the pain. You were sure you’d have hickies tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less right now. All you could focus on was Yeosang’s hot tongue running up and down your cold neck.
“I don’t think you realize I’ve been waiting just as long.” you chuckled, bringing a hand up to his hair to tug at it. He whimpered into your neck, and you could feel yourself growing wetter at the sound.
“You make the prettiest noises…” you told him, tugging at his hair again. He uttered another whimper, this one louder. The sound was addicting.
“Baby, please…” he begged, feeling his knees buckle beneath him.
“What?” you asked cheekily, running your hands along his chest. “Use your words, baby.”
“Can I please have you?” he pleaded, looking down at you with such hopeful doe eyes. You simply couldn’t resist him.
You responded by grabbing his hand and yanking him down the hallway to your bedroom, where you then pushed him down onto the bed. A satisfied smirk made its way onto his features as you crawled overtop of him, kissing him ravenously. His hands came up to your sides to roam your body, groping anything he could grab.
“Let me see that pretty little cock.” you demanded, pulling away from him breathlessly.
“Yes baby…” he replied, sitting up on his elbows. You leaned back to give him the proper space, watching him slowly pull down his sweats and boxers to allow his throbbing member to spring out. It looked so needy, the wet tip glowing a bright pink as it slapped back against his abdomen.
You lipped your lips hungrily. “Awh, look how worked up you are. Do you want me to suck you off?” He nodded frantically. You shook your head at him sternly. “Ask nicely.”
“Will you please suck my cock, baby?” he asked, eyes sparkling with need.
“Of course, darling. Just lean back and relax.” you cooed, brushing his hair out of his face. You then ducked down and licked a long stripe along the base of his cock, sinking down with your mouth around it when you reached the top.
His eyes rolled back in his head and his toes curled up. “Fuck baby… your mouth… it feels too good…” he whimpered pathetically.
His desperation only furthered you along, making you take more of him and suck harder. You hummed as you did so, hands planted firmly at the base jerking in rhythm with the bobbing of your head.
“Oh… My… God… I can’t, I… Ah, it’s too good…“ he babbled incoherently, gasping for air between every word. The poor boy was practically drunk off the euphoria you were providing him, and you almost felt guilty for releasing him from your mouth.
“No, please…” he begged you, sitting up.
“Sh, it’s okay, baby…” you comforted him, ruffling his hair. “I know you want to cum, but wouldn’t you much rather finish in my pussy?”
His eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat. “Yes, please…”
You grinned triumphantly, then hopped off of him to unbutton your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra under it, so you slowly revealed your breasts to him.
“Holy shit…” he exhaled, reaching forward with both hands. He shamelessly began groping your titties, pinching the nipples between his fingers and jiggling them.
“Do you like them?” you giggled, obviously knowing the answer already.
He gave no response, and instead leaned forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it, then began sucking feverishly.
Your head fell back in pleasure as you moved to straddle him, shoving your breasts further in his face. He brought a hand up to grope the one he wasn’t sucking on, lost in a haze of desire.
“Baby…” you moaned airily, trying to move away but not being able to resist his actions. “Let me put you in.”
He released your nipple from his mouth with a popping sound, looking up at you with huge, twinkling eyes. He nodded with an adorable smile, then scooched back to allow you to remove your shorts and panties.
Now naked before him, you straddled him once again and lined him up with your entrance. “Ready, baby?”
“God, yes…” he whined impatiently. You knew it was mean to tease him so much, but he just looked so cute and sounded so beautiful when he was frustrated.
You sunk down onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch. He was crying out at the first entry, head lolling back in ecstasy. His hands came up to your hips, gripping onto them for stability.
“So sensitive…” you teased him, chuckling slightly. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle being inside of me?”
“Yes baby, please…” he mewled, looking up at you desperately.
You decided you had done enough teasing, and sunk down completely on his cock. His eyes rolled back once again, making him moan so loud it echoed off the walls.
“I never thought you’d be so loud…” you confessed with a grin. “But I’m not complaining.”
“Uh huh…” was all he could muster in response, nodding frantically. He impatiently began thrusting up into you, prompting you to roll your hips in time with his thrusts. “Oh shit, baby… I, I… it’s too…”
“I know baby, I know…” you comforted him, peppering kisses along his jaw.
“Fuck!” he cried out in a higher pitched tone, mouth hung open in pleasure. “Oh… you’re so tight, I could just…”
You began bouncing up and down on his cock, faster and harder than you had been doing before. You could feel the head of his cock ramming up against your g-spot, making you dizzy with pleasure.
“Baby, you feel so good inside of me…” you praised breathlessly. “I think you might make me finish soon…”
“Go ahead, baby…” he huffed, gripping onto you even tighter. “I’m really close too…”
With his blessing, you began thrusting back and forth with new vigor, huffing in exasperation. You could feel the sensation building up in your lower region, threatening to erupt within seconds. You looked down and caught a glimpse of Yeosang’s fucked out expression, and then there was no holding you back.
“Oh my god, Yeosang!” you cried out, riding out your orgasm with rapid thrusts.
“Holy shit, Y/N, I’m…” he never got to finish, as his cock began twitching inside of you, emptying his heavy load straight into your pussy. His tongue fell out of his mouth, allowing his moans which were getting higher pitched with each one to reverberate loudly off the walls.
As you both came down from your highs, you collapsed against him, leaving his cock inside of you.
“That was amazing…” he sighed dreamily, running his fingers through your hair.
“Agreed…” you panted with a tiny chuckle. You used what little strength you had left to raise yourself up and look him in the eye.
“What?” he inquired, a curious grin on his face.
You leaned down and placed a kiss on his birthmark. “I love you, Kang Yeosang.”
He couldn’t help the enormous smile that stretched across his face from ear to ear. He then pulled you back down to hug you close to his chest. “I love you too, Y/N.”
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SICK DAYS, roman reigns.
warnings: curse words, fainting, pure fluff, domestic-work life!! pet names <3
tags: sick day for u!!!! roman being a teddy bear wuwuwuw, kinda short (sorry)!!
summary: it’s okay to take a break
MAYBE the weather wasn’t really that friendly to you. it was winter and you weren’t prepared for it. or maybe, it was because of that cup of coffee you shared with paul while he had the flu last week. you woke up with a sore throat. you cursed yourself for not bringing water to your room and now you have to get up. as you sat up from your position, you heard your boyfriend’s snores. he was fast asleep and you wished that you were also like him. the creak from your bed woke him up. “baby.” he mumbled. “go back to sleep, i’m just getting water.” you ruffled his hair, telling him to go back to sleep. “okay.”
you turned on the lights, grabbing a glass from the counter. your head was throbbing like crazy. you didn't even realize that you dropped the glass on the floor, waking up your boyfriend. "baby? are you okay?" you heard his footsteps. "yeah, yeah. don't worry, it slipped from the counter." you replied, assuring him that you were okay. he took your hand, to check if you injured yourself or not. "you're burning up." roman placed his hand on your neck, noticing the fever. "i'm okay, baby."
"now, you stay in bed okay?" you shook your head. "baby, i told you i'm okay!" you pouted. "you have a fever and there's no way you're going in the ring today, i'll let everyone know that you're sick." he talked some senses into you, but being the hard-headed person you were, you kept on countering him. "no, no. look, i can stand up perfectly now." you immediately stood up from your position, only causing yourself to fall on your back. "see, you can't even stand properly, silly." roman chuckled. "please just let me go today, the arena is like 10 minutes from our house. i'll let you drive me there!"
after pestering your boyfriend about going to work, he drove you to the arena. "let me know if you wanna go back, okay baby? don't push yourself too hard." you nodded and kissed his forehead. "i can't believe your puppy eyes worked on me." he snickered, getting out of the car. "because you love me." "that's right."
the arena wasn't empty, several staffs were still working. you had to practice some choreography with solo (your tag-team partner) for this week's segment. thankfully, you were partnered up with sami and kevin, the chemistry between the 4 of you was already stable, meaning you didn't have to adapt to a new environment. "damn, (y/n). you look like you've been through some shit." solo commented.
"she's sick as hell but still wants to come." roman sighed in frustration. "go easy on her today." you groaned. "no, don't go easy on me. i'll be okay." you took off your hoodie and hung it inside your locker. “nah, but for real, (y/n). you can watch on the side, i don’t want you to faint or something.” solo continued. “my dude, i’m perfectly fine. i can spear you right here, right now to prove that i’m alright.”
truth be told, you were far from alright. the headache grew stronger and your fever went higher as time went by. even kevin hesitated a bit when he wanted to hit the stunner on you. “are you sure about this?” his arms were on the back of your neck, flaring up by the touch of your heated-skin. “i’m sure.” you smiled at him. “okay, here goes nothing.” you sold the move like usual, but you didn’t get up from your position.
“(y/n)?” solo squatted down, checking up on you. “i’m fine, can you help me get up? i can’t feel my legs.” “come on.” he took your hand and lifted you up. “hey guys, can i take a 10 minute break?” you asked your friends. “i got you, (y/n)!” jimmy slid inside the ring, helping you. “guys, it’s not like i am injured or anything, i just have a fever.” you chuckled, everyone had a concerned look plastered on their faces. “maybe we should all take a break from choreo, let’s run some lines while we wait for (y/n) to rest. wait, never mind, (y/n) take your time okay! we’ll be here all night!” sami gave you a huge smile.
so you were back in the locker room, laying down on the couch. “call me if you need anything. if you wanna go back, call me. i’ll help you out. roman should be back in 15 minutes, he’s dealing with costumes.” you nodded. “sorry practice was a mess because of me. give me 10 minutes and i’ll be okay!” jimmy patted your head. “don’t need to be sorry, you’re our little sister, of course we’ll take care of you.” with that, he closed the door.
“where’s (y/n)?” roman scanned the ring, not seeing your presence. “she’s in the locker room, taking a break. not looking very good, uce.” jey said as he was typing on his phone. “i told her she didn’t have to go today. god, she is so stubborn sometimes.” roman replied, taking off his new gloves. “it’s been half an hour and she’s not back, i think she’s sleeping.” solo added. “i’m gonna check on her, be right back.” roman practically power-walked to the locker room, concerned about your well-being.
and there you were, dozing off on the couch. roman put his hand on your forehead and your fever was worse than before. he gently shook your body, trying to wake you up as he was going to take you back home. “baby?” roman whispered. “(y/n)?” he repeated, not getting an answer. you were out cold.
“what?” you opened your eyes and you were not in the locker room. it took you a couple of seconds to realize that you were back home. “baby, you’re awake.” you saw him carrying a bottle of water and a bowl of something you couldn’t identify. “why are we back home?” was the first question you asked. “baby, you passed out.” “holy shit, i did?”
you hated being sick. you sent multiple messages to solo, jimmy, jey, sami, and kevin (even paul) apologizing because you missed out on rehearsals. they sent the same ‘get well soon’ messages and it warmed your heart. your boyfriend, on the other hand, was panicking over your health. every 5 minutes he would ask if you needed anything to drink or if you wanted anything from downstairs. “baby please stop worrying about me, i’ll be fine in like a day!” you said, trying your best to convince him that you were going to be alright.
“no! of course i’m worried, you’re sick.” he stood up once again, checking your temperature. “it’s still the same, wait, let me get you some cool pads downstairs.” he walked downstairs, carrying the entire medicine compartment. you heard his footsteps but you couldn’t even sit up straight. this fever was taking every single energy you had inside your body. it was quite comical, for a wrestler with your achievements to lose in a fight with this fever. you smiled as your boyfriend entered the room once again.
as he pressed the cooling pad on your forehead, you couldn’t help but to notice that he had a very concerned look on his face. “why are you smiling?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “i don’t know.” after giving you your medicine, he laid right next to you, feeling the warmth coming from your fever. the room was quiet, leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.
“i think this is all paul’s fault.” you blurted out, gaining his attention. “why is that?” he furrowed his brows. “old people.” you chuckled at your own joke, causing you to cough your lungs out. “okay, that’s karma, don’t blame the man though, he loves you like you’re his own daughter.” he added. “i think it was the coffee from last week, you know, the ‘(y/n) this coffee is so good, you have to try it’ that coffee.” roman let out a laugh at your paul impression as he caressed your hair, taking the time to study your features.
you were rarely sick. the last time you were sick was months ago when you ate a bad hotdog from the street fair somewhere in chicago. you ended up in the emergency room with jey and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing the pain away. “i swear if my fever doesn’t die down by friday, i’m gonna lose my shit.” you admitted. roman only nodded in response, still trying his best to not panic at the touch of your skin.
“i’m scared.” you confessed, gaining his attention “of what, baby?” “what if i fuck up next friday?” you were worried. “baby, it’s going to be okay. now all you need is some rest, you’ve been working your ass off for months. it’s not a big fight, you just need to deliver your promos, let kev hit the stunner, and solo will do the rest, just like the script. you’re not gonna fight until next week, i’m sure you’ll be healthy and ready to spear some people.” he always knew how to cheer you up. “you’re right, sorry. the fever is talking.”
and the silence came in again. it was just the two of you, not doing anything. although your head was still pounding, you couldn’t help but to appreciate the moment. your boyfriend knew that you were a hard-headed person when it comes to work-related things, but this time he was thankful you complied with him. roman was still brushing your hair with his fingers, admiring your features like there was no tomorrow. it broke his heart seeing you being in pain because of a stupid fever. maybe he was being overly dramatic, but he just wanted to take care of you. “this is a very weird request,” you paused for a second. “but can you hug me? your skin feels so cold.”
roman grinned as he gently pulled you closer in his arms. “okay, you’re actually not as hot as before.” he sighed in relief. “are you calling me ugly?” he didn’t really understand why you still had the energy to joke around, but at least you were responding better than before. “oh, shut up. just close your eyes and get some rest.” roman replied. “thank you for taking care of me, i’m sorry i don’t think we can go to that date tomorrow night.” you apologized. “don’t apologize, baby. i love you too and i will always take care of you, okay?”
“you know, this is nice.” you admitted. “what is nice?” he turned around, moving closer to you. “just the two of us, here. i like this silence, we should stay home for our day off next time.” once again, he nodded in agreement. “but let’s make sure you’re not practically bed-ridden, that would be great. and now that you’ve mentioned it, i like this silence.” as soon as roman finished his sentence, you heard a knock coming from downstairs.
“YO, OPEN UP THE DOOR! WE BROUGHT SOUP AND TYLENOLS FOR (Y/N)!” it was none other than his damn cousins. you smiled at him, while roman was groaning in the despair. “god, i’m going to beat their asses for disturbing our peace.” he rolled his eyes, getting up from the bed. truthfully, maybe because of this fever, you got a chance to take a break from your fast-paced work. you took a mental note to thank paul for giving you the flu. “god bless paul heyman.”
a/n: quick sweet domestic life for you (i’m sick as well but why don’t i have any roman reigns taking care of me!!!! i want him)!! anyways like usual, requests are always open!! hope y’all enjoyed this short fic!
#roman reigns#the usos#wwe#wwe imagines#paul heyman#roman reigns imagine#roman reigns x reader#jey uso#wrestling#jimmy uso#bloodline imagines#the bloodline#sami zayn#kevin owens#solo sikoa
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𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #11 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Elf ( fluff )
WARNINGS: speaking of the past, Adrian, mainly fluff and food and a movie and probably extreme unidentifiable spelling errors.
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You and Miranda worked in the police force together, initially meeting by the coffee station in the office where you made a fool of yourself — spilling your drink all over the countertop. Miranda — and her dear heart — helped you clean it up. You were practically partners in the police force, always togethe and always working as a team. This urged your new boss to let you complete more work together — seeing that your productivity levels increased. But on Christmas Day, you would be working your shift with Miranda at the police station and you would be alone together.
As expected, when you met Miranda at the front entrance of the building, she had a large bag with her. She smiled warmly at you.
" Hey Andy." You greeted warmly, slinging your own bag over your shoulder.
" Merry Christmas." Miranda gave you a little chocolate and smiled.
" Thanks. But it isn't so merry working on this fine day." You groaned when you walked inside, Miranda smiled and followed you.
Once you entered the building and got to your desks, Miranda unpacked loads of Christmas snacks — some ginger bread biscuits, hot chocolate in a flask, lots of chocolate, blueberry muffins and cinnamon rolls.
Your eyes widened. " Whoa, are we going to eat all that?" You laughed.
Miranda chuckled. " Why not? It's Christmas. And instead of moping around , we can eat away our sorrows. And I downloaded 'Elf' on my computer yesterday so we can watch that." Miranda gestured to her computer. You laughed and sat down in your chair next to her. " And no discussing actual work unless it's urgent." Miranda warned, taking a finger bread man out of the tin.
You followed her actions and looked at her. " Out of all the Christmas movies you chose 'Elf'? You could have chosen a classic like 'Home Alone'." You smiled.
Miranda looked at you with faux offense. " 'Home Alone' has been overwatched, especially by me. We're watching 'Elf'." Miranda clicked on her computer and logged in, her smile began to grow. " Oh dear, I can't keep a straight face when I act." She giggled and went over to the folder that was labelled 'Certified #2' and when the folder opened, you saw that Miranda had a dozen movies on her computer. You laughed out loud and scooted closer to Miranda to get a closer look.
" Are you kidding me? When do you download them?" You asked, grabbing the mouse and scrolling through her collection.
" I get bored. Sometimes in the office, working my shifts and since hardly anyone is here during that time, I just put on a movie." She laughed with you.
Miranda eventually put on 'Elf' and you both sat back, trhing to make yourselves comfortable with a blanket. You had the telephone near you, just in case a call came through but the likelihood of that happening was minimal. Of course, you and Miranda finished eating your gingerbread men and had already started with your blueberry muffins, not even five minutes into the movie. You laughed with Miranda in the funny bits and whenever she wanted you onto pay attention to something important, she would lightly slap your arm a few times with the back of her hand, signalling you to watch closely. You got out a packet of chips and placed them on the table, sharing them with Miranda. While watching, Miranda's hand immediately found the packet. And while she was chewing, she hummed with slight annoyance and increased the volume.
" Why'd you do that?" You asked, reaching for a few more chips.
" Can't hear over my chewing." Miranda said with her mouth half full. You laughed and nodded, continuing to watch the movie.
You were arriving at the conclusion, Miranda and you had finished most of the snacks. As the movie concluded, you rested your head on Miranda's shoulder, making her smile. She reached over and made sure that the blanket was covering you properly, wanting to keep you warm. You smiled at her actions and began to lose focus in the movie entirely.
You became aware of Miranda. You were always aware of her, she was practically your best friend. But you became conscious of how much she actually meant to you. Our of all the people you could have been with in that moment, you would have chosen Miranda a thousand times over. It sucked to work on Christmas, but at least you had someone to spend it with.
The movie ended and you hardly noticed Miranda switch it off. She yawned and stretched. " What do you want to do now? The morning isn't even over yet " miranda looked briefly at her watch before looking back at you.
You snapped out of your trance and shrugged. " I don't mind. Anything entertaining." You smiled, beginning to neaten everything up.
Miranda sighed and helped you tidy up everything too. After cleaning up, you decided to stroll around the office.
" It's better when it's quiet, isn't it?" Miranda looked to you with a small smile. " There are no men to call you names, there is just...policeful peace." Miranda sat on an empty desk.
" Policeful peace?" You laughed.
Miranda laughed too. " Hey! I thought it sounded nice.." she looked to you and you sat down beside her.
" Are...you sad that Adrian left?" You asked hesitantly, looking at Miranda. Her face fell and she shrugged.
" I think he was just lustful towards me. My height strikes curiousity, you know? And anyway, his wife found out about...the affair." Miranda looked at you and smilled slight in reassurance. " I don't really think about it much anymore."
You nodded and smiled at Miranda. " I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up I was—"
" Curious?" Miranda intteruped.
You nodded. " When he left, you didn't really speak about it too much."
" No, I didn't really want to. I can't go harping back to that. It happened so long ago. I've moved on and I'm searching for someone new now. Someone... worthwhile, I guess." Miranda smiled and nodded.
" That's good. You deserve way better, Andy." You squeezed Miranda's hand. You walked over to the vending machine and got to Coca Colas, handing one to Miranda. She thanked you, popping open the can. After a few moments of drinking from your cans, Miranda looked to you.
" What about you?" She asked.
" What about me?" You smiled slightly, taking another sip.
" Are you looking for anyone at the moment?" Miranda asked, raising one of her eyebrows.
" I'm not looking. But...if someone were to enter my life and...I loved them as they loved me, I wouldn't reject it. I don't have that self control."
" Well, it takes more self control to be in love than to be out of it." Miranda sipped from her can again. You smiled at her statement and gave a small nod of approval.
You and Miranda spent the next hour speaking of love and hate. She told you a few things about her life that let you understand her on a whole new level. You listened to her voice, watched how she waved her hands about to emphasise her words as if they didn't have enough power — they surely did. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke of the things she liked.
You loved listening to her. It sounded like the strong patter of rain, soft and comforting enough to dismiss it to an extent — but in secret, it drenched the land and was capable of floods, knocking you out entirely. You were drowning in her stories. When her hands waved and pressed down on invisible surfaces, you watched them and how they cared for every syllable. And those eyes— azureous and glittering, looking into yours. Your heart beat for every emotion hidden inside them — mostly for her soul — golden — warm and rich.
" Anyway, I should stop rambling." Miranda chuckled and waved her hands up in the air one last time.
" No, no. Please continue." You patted Miranda's hand.
She hesitantly began talking again with a smile on her face. " I'm not boring you?"
" Never!" You rested your head on Miranda's shoulder again.
Everything fell silent after that. It was like a deeper connection established. You weren't best friends nor lovers, you were just there...full of love — what do you call that?
Miranda wraoped her arm around you and pulled you close to her, making you smile to yourself and let out a sigh of comfort.
" This is a good Christmas." Miranda admitted softly.
You nodded. " It is." You looked to Miranda and planted a light kiss on her cheek, making her blush and smile slightly. " You're my best friend. I think you are. I'm so confused. I'm not sure anymore."
Miranda's face fell. " You aren't sure?" She frowned in confusion.
" You're my best friend. I'm just not sure what you are to me because I love you too much. And I don't want to scare you away with my intimate affections. But I can't help but admit this because I could listen to you forever. And if I could spent eternity with one person on the planet, I'll choose you." It was your turn to ramble. You couldn't look Miranda in the eye after that so you leaned your head back on her shoulder and shut your eyes.
Miranda began giggling. " Are you serious?"
You tilted your head, confused by her reaction. " Of course I am. But...why are you laughing?"
Miranda put her hand in front of her mouth for a moment before leaning towards you and kissing your head. " I love you too, but I don't know how to define our friendship anymore." Miranda kissed yor cheek and wrapped her arms around your body again.
" We don't have to put a label on it, I guess. We can just be...an 'Us'." You held Miranda's hand, making her smile and squeeze your hand.
Miranda lifted your head up off her shoulder and turned to you, briefly glancing down at your lips. The word seemed to stop from that moment on and you began to feel slightly dizzy.
" Andy—"
" May I kiss you?" She asked, letting your hand go and caressing your cheek.
Your cheeks burned. " Yes please." You smiled slightly and eyed Miranda's pink lips. Those met yours in almost an instant.
You could taste the Christmas sweetness upon them and you placed your hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer. She smiled against you and deepened the kiss. Her tongue entered your mouth and you felt her hand wrap around the back of your neck.
Every movement was deliberate. Every stroke of her tongue ached for exploration — and limits were bound to be exceeded.
When you pulled away from the kiss, you smiled at each other — naturally. Miranda pressed her forehead against your as you both tried to compose your breathing. No words yearned to be spoken — there was a mutuality that spoke for itself.
" Merry Christmas, my love." Miranda whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
You shut your eyes and smiled. " Merry Christmas, Andy." You kissed her cheek.
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We were young
John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader
Summary: A fun evening at your home with task force 141 turnes slightly sour when the topic switches to your previous partners. Soap takes it particularly hard.
Minors, don´t interact!! This is heavy! No smut. Hurt/Comfort
Part 2
Word count: 4.088
Warnings: comfort/fluff in the end BUT: mentions of sexual abuse, talks of virginity taken, abusive ex, stalking, mentions of porn, blood, crying, protective Soap, cursing, heavy topics in general
Authors note: I would like all of you to proceed with caution when reading this fic. Everything you read here actually happened to me and this is MY outlet because I wish I had a Soap at the time I actually realised what had happened to me. I chose him for this fic because I think he´d be just the right person to help. As I said, please be careful but I still hope you enjoy the story and my version of our favourite Scottish golden boy :)
“Okey! Most embarrassing thing your ex ever did!”
You rolled your eyes at a tipsy Gaz trying not to smile. This actually was an interesting question and would surely make this little get together more fun. You were currently sitting on your plush couch in your small living room/kitchen. Around you an assortment of the task force 141.
Gaz was sitting on the floor on one of your throw pillows, leaning heavily onto your wooden coffee table. Next to you on the couch sat Price, contently nursing a beer and smiling mildly. You even got Simon to come. Although it was probably his Captain who forced him to come and unwind from a particular rough mission. Three weeks they had been gone. Another three weeks of worry over your friends.
You had met them when your new neighbor moved in. When you´d heard the ruckus outside your door, you had peeked out carefully only to see three men shouting at each other, trying to maneuver a massive couch through the door. “I swear to god, Soap! You tell me to pivot one more time, I´m goin´ to fuckin´ kill you!” That had been Gaz shouting at a snickering man who had been holding the back of the couch. Meeting his gaze, you´d immediately noticed his piercing blue eyes, full lips and 5 o´clock shadow.
After your initial meeting, things just took off naturally. You would notice when he came back from a mission, quickly moving to the door to say welcome back. He´d always smile at you, no matter how banged up he was, holding a small conversation and then vanishing into his apartment to sleep for days it seemed. After a few months you made it a habit to bring over food every time he came back. He seemed to genuinely worship you for that and at one point didn’t even bother walking into his own living space. He had just knocked on your door, waited until you´d opened it and gave you a tired smile. “Hiya, lass. ´M back and starvin´.
Meeting the other members of his task force had happened gradually. Johnny had invited you out to a bar one evening and the whole group just seemed to kick it off with you. After that evening you´d brought home a very drunk John MacTavish and helped him into bed. He´d grabbed your arm and tried to cuddle it as he was laying on his bed fully clothed. Snorting you´d knelt down and waited until he was asleep. By the time you´d seen his face relax and his breathing had evened out, you couldn´t help yourself and had touched his face very lightly. Mapping out his features, you had wondered what this usual sunshine of a man had to endure anytime he went away.
You only knew that they were in the military and went on missions. They wouldn’t tell you more and you always thought it was a good thing. You worried none the less about them. If you would actually really know what they were doing, you´d probably lose your goddamn mind.
Johnny had been your neighbor for three years now and you enjoyed those little get togethers at your place immensely. You knew of course that Simon for example only came around because he wanted you to see for yourself that he was okey. Johnny and Gaz were the ones who genuinely wanted to unwind and just have a nice evening and you guessed so did Price. Even though he never really drank much , he always gave the warmest hello and goodbye hugs.
“Good one, Gaz!” bellowed Johnny and plopped down on your recliner giving you a little wink. “You go first, then” he toasted towards Gaz who blinked slowly and pinched his brows. He looked as if he tried really hard to remember something. “He got piss drunk because he thought I was out cheatin´…found him butt naked on my balcony creaming slurs from the top of his lungs. My elderly neighbor almost called the coppers.” He shook his head. “It was just a fling but I called it off the next mornin´. I can´t deal with jealous and crazy.”
Prize sucked in a breath through his teeth and tried to look put off by the story. You could see his beard twitch though and the little laugh lines around his eyes appeared. Johnny was wheezing into his glass of whisky and even Simon had scooted to the edge of his seat on your armchair.
“`Aight, Captain. Let´s hear it then” Gaz said with a grin and leaned back onto his hand. Price huffed and took a swig from his bottle. “´S no way I´m tellin´ that. ´M very happy with the missus” he waved his hand in front, showing off his wedding ring. “We´re talkin´ about our exes, Cap. Not our spouses.” Johnny rolled his eyes good naturedly. It was hard to be annoyed with Price when he was talking about his wife. The man was obsessed. He smirked. “My ex- fiancé is my wife, ya muppet.”
“I don’t think you´ll get an answer out of him, Gaz” you giggled and bumped Price softly with your shoulder. He just shook his head in denial and sipped the rest of his beer. “Fiiiiiiine,” Gaz groaned. “Ghost, your turn.”
You whipped your head around to the bulging figure sitting in your chair, his elbows on his knees. Simon never really talked much and you were sure he wouldn’t get into these kind of shenanigans. To your surprise though (and to everyone else´s as well) he leaned back a little, pulled down his mask to take another big gulp of his scotch and slowly spoke. “She… got a little too excited and uhh…bit me.”
Silence.
“WHAT?!” Johnny almost jumped out of his seat, his full attention on Simon. “What do you mean, she bit you? You realise that can be pretty hot though, right?” Your tipsy brain really tried not to imagine biting into Johnny´s delicious neck. Simon hung his head. “Believe me, she bit a part of me where teeth really aren´t supposed to be used.”
“Yer arse and parsley, Ghost (You´re talking shit)!!! She bit yer doaber (dick)?!?!” Gaz was already crying with laughter on your carpet as Johnny looked at Simon as if he´d suddenly grew a second head. Until he as well dissolved into cackling wheezes, holding his stomach. You couldn’t help but join in on the laughter whereas Price actually looked mortified this time. “We were fourteen!!” Simon groaned. “We knew fuck-all about what we were doin´.”
Still trying to catch your breath you looked at Simon who gave you an almost pained look, understandably. “But you did have….relationships since then, right? Your last girlfriend wasn´t at the age of 14, was it?” You looked at him with raised eyebrows.
His eyes suddenly narrowed and you knew he was smiling underneath his mask. His eyes glinted a little. “Relationships? None. I joined the military at 16. Not much time for that. Relations?...Plenty.”
Hollering and whooping Gaz and Johnny started clapping while Simon sat back into the chair again. You could feel your face burn pleasantly. Simon coming out of his shell this much and even cracking innuendos made you really happy. “Johnny,” you looked at him. “Your turn.” You were almost bouncing out of your seat out of sheer excitement over what kind of story he would tell.
He still had tears in his eyes but they looked a bit sheepishly at you. “Well,” he drawled. “Not so much an embarrassing story or a story about an ex but…more of a crazy one.” He winked at you and continued. “There was this young lass. She worked at the front desk of the military accommodation office. When I fist joined, she took a likin´ to me. Didn´t think much off it. I was there maybe three or four times. I´ve never seen her outside of the office.” Somehow you didn’t think this story would end that well. You stomach sank a bit. “By the time I was 18 and just about to join the SAS I came home one night with me mates and well…there she was. Naked as a wee baby, standin´ right in the middle of our room.” He shook his head when Gaz started to grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “Would have been funny…if she hadn´t brought a fuckin´ knife and held it to her own throat.”
Ice made its way into your veins and you stared at Johnny disbelievingly, almost in horror. He had a tight lipped smile on his face. No real joy adorning his features.
“We were quick enough so nothing happened but when they dragged her screaming arse out the barracks, she looked more like a banshee than a human.” He sighed heavily. “She seemed like a nice girl. Quiet, but nice.”
“Why in the shit did she do that, though? What did she want?” Gaz looked seriously taken aback.
Johnny took a deep breath through his nose and gave you a nervous side glance. “Me, apparently.”
The ice in your veins was replaced with rage and you balled your fists. What would have happened to Johnny if some crazy stalker hurt herself because of him or worse yet, for him?
Johnny continued. “When they searched her flat they found…stuff. Missing shirts from my room, pictures, something like a shine…I don´t funkin´ know. I never saw any of that. They just told me she lost her shit when she heard I was leaving and joining the SAS.” He shrugged his shoulders and the little glint in his eyes was back. “I´m glad I didn´t see what she had been up to. Freaks me out just knowing about it.”
Gaz pushed out a long breath through his lips. “Maaaaaaaate, what the fuck?! We know you´re a pretty boy but, damn. That´s fucked up.” Johnny chuckled and nodded his head. “Tell me about it. Makes you a little cautious about who you want to date. Not that there is much…dating.” You could clearly see his eyes flicking over to you. You gave him a sweet smile that he immediately returned. His shoulders relaxing more and more. “You can say that again,” Gaz said and grossed his arms behind his head. “We can´t all be as lucky as our dear Captain.”
Price snorted but his chest swelled with a content sigh. It was adorable, really.
“Right then,” Johnny clapped his hands and sat up straight, his torso turned to you. “Onto the most interesting story” he winked. You scoffed. “Don´t be a creep, Johnny” Simon said lowly from his place across from him. He just waved his hand at him dismissively without looking away from your face.
You also sat up straight again and giggled. “It´s not about my recent ex...I don’t have many of them anyway but…” your shoulders shook in an effort not to laugh out loud. “My first ever boyfriend? He tried to take my virginity…in his moms bed!!” You started cackling. Gaz and Johnny joining in. “Jesus” you heard Price mutter from next to you, chuckling.
Gaz was rolling on the floor “You´ve got to be shitting me” he wheezed. “He did not!” Clutching your stomach you wiped away at your eyes and nodded. “´M not kidding.”
“H-how old…How old was that idiot?” Johnny asked you through hearty laughs. “He was eighteeeeen” you wheezed. Another roll of laughter went through the room. “I was only sixteen and had no idea how relationships were supposed to work but I did get that that was NOT it.”
Johnny seemed to sober up a little bit, though still grinning he looked intently at you. “Please tell me you dumped his arse, lass.” You nodded. “Eventually yes. I mean…like I said, I didn’t have any experience with having a boyfriend. But by the time he tried to actively isolate me from my friends and my family, I´ve had enough. He tried to take me away from a family event even though I told him I couldn’t spend time with him that weekend.” Slowly their laughter ebbed away to little chuckles. You felt like something shifted in the air. Johnny´s grin looked forced all of a sudden.
Trying to light up the mood you quickly turned back to the previous topic, starting to laugh again. “Also…get this…this idiot was so hellbent on taking my virginity, he even undressed me in my sleep! Telling me I probably did it myself and I should listen to what my body wants.”
This time the change in the air was almost tangible. Johnny´s face fell completely and his eyes went stone cold. Gaz was staring at you from the floor with a disbelieving look on his face and Simons knuckles turned white. Your stomach clenched uncomfortably. You tried to think about these events in a comical way whenever you could, because if you didn´t, that would only mean these happenings were nothing else but…
Price´s face appeared in your peripheral and you turned your head. His eyes were warm but stern when he spoke. “___, love. You know what he actually did, right?” You took a long breath through your nose and nodded your head. “Yes, yes I know what he did. I sensed the danger and got out. Believe me, bullshit like that will never happen to me again.” You tried to give your friends an encouraging smile. “Nothing else happened. He was just a massive creep.”
Gaz finally caught himself. “Yeah, no kiddin´” he said with an angry huff. “What a dick! Who thinks that´s how you woo a young lady into giving you her virginity no less? Bleachch…” He made a retching sound with his throat. “Yeah, yeah” you said. Feeling Johnny still boring his eyes into you from the side you tried desperately to change the mood again. “So tell us then, Gaz. How did you do it?”
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Thankfully your distraction worked and after another two hours of drinking and light-hearted conversation, Price and Gaz got up to go home. Price mumbled something about not wanting to leave his wife alone for too long while hugging you to his broad chest. You wound your arms around his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “Again…I´m so happy for you. Make sure you get some ice cream and pickles on your way back.” He grinned adorably when he let you go and walked outside, waiting for the others. Gaz too hugged you and gave you a small wink. “Thanks for having us,___. As always.” You nodded and he hesitated for a second. “If there´s anything you want to talk about, call me.” Your heart swelled for your friend as you smiled at him. “I will” you promised him.
Next was Simon. He raised one of his large hands as he always did, put it on your head, as he always did and gently rubbed your scalp, as he always did. Smiling up at him he gave you a meaningful look. “I know, Simon” you said before he had to speak. Huffing a little bit he patted your head once more and also left.
You had a feeling you knew why, when you turned away from the door, Johnny was still standing in your living room awkwardly. He made eye contact with you and tried to smile but his eyes were still full of concern and anger. You didn’t like that look on him. He turned quickly and began cleaning up the various bottles and glasses, bringing them to your kitchen.
Thinking it was probably best to give him some time you picked up the throw pillow and rearranged your furniture back to its original place. You could hear him take a deep breath behind you.
“Was that really all he did?” he asked in a seemingly calm voice. You knew better. He was boiling up inside. “Johnny…” you breathed in a small voice. This was truly not something you wanted to get into too deep tonight. “Did he. Do. Anything. Else?” He didn’t sound angry. In fact his voice was clear and soft. You knew he would not let this go. Johnny was way too stubborn for that. Giving into your fate you sat down on the sofa again and patted the space next to you. He moved quickly but didn’t sit down next to you.
He sat down on your sturdy, wooden coffee table right in front of you, leaning onto his knees. Your gaze shot to his jean clad thighs and folded hands. Thank god he was wearing a long sleeved Henley. You didn’t think you could´ve handled a peek of his forearms right now. He was so close your heart began hammering. Not just because of the conversation you were about to have with him. He smelled so good. Like laundry detergent, peppermint aftershave and warm summer winds at the sea.
Looking back up into his face his eyes were soft and warm. Ever present though, was the piercing colour that always reminded you of blue shattered glass.
“You don’t have to tell me” he reassured you in a whisper. “But sometimes talking about these things can actually help.” You knew he was right, so you nodded your head softly and took another deep breath. Folding your hands in your lap, nervously rubbing them together you began to speak.
“As I said, he was hellbent on taking my virginity. It was like he was obsessed with it. Always wanted to talk about it. Everything we talked about kind of always ended there. To be honest…I was flattered at the beginning that he wanted to give me that experience so badly. He was my boyfriend, I liked him a lot.” Johnny nodded in understanding.
“But when he started to become obsessive I felt less and less comfortable. He´d pick me up from a friends birthday party way before it actually ended. He tried to pick me up from school so I could spend the rest of the day with him and bring me back to my parents’ house later. Basically just to sleep there. On the weekends I basically had to force him to meet any of my friends because he didn’t want me to leave him to go see them.”
Saying all of this out loud made your blood boil. “Yes, I know I was only sixteen but I should´ve realized sooner what he was doing. He undressed me in my sleep!!” Your voice rose while you spoke your last words and your hands suddenly became fists. Without hesitation Johnny grabbed them and soothingly rubbed his fingers over your knuckles. “___, listen to me. What he did is nothing short of…I´m so sorry…sexual abuse. He took advantage of the fact that you liked him. But seriously. All I can hear is that you stood your ground. You still went to see your friends, you ended it when it was too much. What he did…” his features became hard once more. “What he did happened without your consent. That´s inexcusable.”
“It´s not all” you choked out, realizing horrified that your eyes began to water, threatening to spill over if you actually told him. He stilled for a moment and then relaxed again. Still holding your hands protectively he said “Tell me. I´m here, just tell me.”
“When he saw that talking about having sex with me wasn’t going anywhere he…he tried to take my, as he put it ´fear´ away by showing me…these…I´d never seen porn like that before, Johnny.” You could hear the fear in your voice as your sixteen year old self tried to explain herself. The tears were there, falling onto your cheeks as you looked him in the eyes. His hands moved to your face and carefully wiped them away while speaking. “He showed you videos?” You nodded, sniffling. “Of women having their virginity taken. `See? It´s not that bad´ ´They´re not scared´…They were bleeding, Johnny.”
He was next to you on the couch in an instant, hugging you close to him. His gentle hands and reassuring presence warmed every cell of your body and without thinking about it you clambered onto his lap and buried your face in his neck. Immediately his arm wound around your waist and pulled you as close as possible to him. His other hand came up to your face and gently held it, softly dragging his fingertips over your damp cheeks and jaw. From this angle you couldn’t see his face of course but by the way his thighs were shaking and his pulse was thumping wildly against your forehead you knew he tried to hold himself back from exploding.
And still, right now he was so calming and comforting. His body heat encasing you, warming your clammy hands, his gentle fingers rubbing security and safety back into your body. You´d always felt like that with him. Secure and safe. He was playful and earnest. He flirted with you but only if you responded in kind. It was fun. He´d never given you the feeling of being pushed into a corner. That you had to respond, that you had to react. Suddenly a very clear revelation came to you.
If it came to him, to Johnny, you trusted him. Not just as a friend. You´d trust him with every aspect of your mind…and body. Not being able to remember when the last time was you trusted someone like this, you grabbed onto his Henley and nuzzled your nose into the base of his neck.
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Johnny was in trouble. Big, big trouble. He could feel the rage boiling in his veins as he still held your sleeping form on the couch half an hour later. His chin propped up onto your head, he was still drawing patters onto your waist and neck. He felt twisted. Finally he was able to hold you the way he wanted to for a very long time. Securely tucked into him, without a worry in the world. But that was just it, wasn’t it? There was worry. Worry and fear were the reasons he held you right now. He´d take it, though. All of it if it meant he was able to sooth you, help you. He´d listen to every single bad experience you´ve had, just to slowly and gradually show you that not all men were these…absolutely fuckin´ spineless, narcissistic, balls less, creepy, psychopathic….calm down, Johnny. He took a deep breath. When it came down to it, he just wanted to show you, let you know that he wasn’t like that. That he cared for you, adored you, respected you.
Hearing what you´d been through with just the first romantic relation in your life, he realized that this venture would probably proof to be more complicated than he thought. Screw it! He was determined.
He looked down onto your sleeping face and his heart squeezed in his chest. You were the most caring, selfless person he´d ever met. He was genuinely impressed with how you managed to be such an angel of a person even though something like this happened to you at such a young age. And it wasn´t like you couldn’t handle yourself. He had seen you feisty. Nothing that would scare him but it sure did the baw bag that had tried to feel you up one night.
Shaking his head lightly he carefully got up and maneuverer you onto your couch. Your fuzzy blanket was draped securely over you when he quickly scribbled down a note for you and lay it on the coffee table in front of you. You mumbled something in your sleep. Johnny leaned down to you and carefully lay a hand on your cheek. A smile made its way onto your lips and he nearly sat down on the carpet to watch you sleep all night. Making sure you were well rested. But then the knot in his stomach twisted once more.
He felt it. The unbearable rage he´d felt for the last three hours almost making its way up his throat like bile. With the last ounce of gentleness he had in him he lightly kissed your forehead and turned towards the door.
As he was walking outside he pulled out his cell phone.
Johnny, she alright?
“Yea…well, kind of. You at the base´s gym, Lt?”
Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. Why?
“Meet ya there in 20 minutes”
Wha´ happened?
“I need to punch the shite out of someone without actually killin´ em!”
He could hear his Lt chuckle.
´Aright. See you in 20.
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Thank you very much for reading. I hope I didn´t scar you for life. :) I would love a like, comment or reblog. They always make me happy. If you experienced anything of the likes of what is written above, I hope you´re doing okey and have someone to talk about this. If not, send me a message. I´d like to help.
A part 2 is not planned but if requested, I´ll find a way to do it :)
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Alpine: The hell you will 🤣😂
Interference
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Alpine gives her opinion on a discussion you have with Bucky.
Word Count: A little over 1k.
Warnings: Fluff, humor, mentions of sex, Alpine being the best cat, roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?)
A/N: This was too funny and cute not to do something with! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
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"What would you think about getting another pet?" you asked as you washed your coffee mug. When you moved in awhile back, you had no intention of bringing in a pet and disrupting the routine Bucky and Alpine had. It was something that had been on your mind recently though, and it would bother you until you asked. "And, no, I haven't already bought one."
"You wanna get another pet?" Bucky replied.
"That's not an answer," you teased over your shoulder.
The brunette leaned his hip against the counter as you tried not to stare. You were not going to let your shirtless hunk of a boyfriend distract you from discussing this. Even if he was wearing those gray sweatpants. "I guess it depends. I don't think I should be the one answering the question."
You picked up on what he meant quickly. "I wouldn't bring in another animal who didn't get along with Alpine. This is her home."
"And yours," Bucky reminded you, leaning forward to take the mug from your hand. "Any particular reason why you want another pet?"
"Maybe I want Al to have a little partner-in-crime. I mean, I know she's still your partner-in-crime, but I kind of am, too," you said nonchalantly, opening the drawer beside the sink. "I mean, don't you ever wonder if she gets lonely when we're not here?"
Your boyfriend smiled at you as you took out the box of toothpicks and grabbed a few. It was no secret that you adored his cat. She was your little buddy and protector. "You trying to find her a new partner-in-crime or a boyfriend?"
"Either. Or both. She deserves love, too, Stud," you winked, snatching the mug back from him and bending over to set it on the ground.
"You just washed that. But if you don't mind staying in that position, I-
"I'll wash it again and then you can take me back to bed," you gently cut him off, straightening up to walk to the other end of the room as Alpine walked in. "Hey. We were just talking about you."
Bucky smiled wider when you sat down on the ground, the cat brushing against your thigh with a soft purr. "My two favorite girls."
"I thought that's what you called my boobs," you smiled, your heart skipping a beat when he chuckled.
The nose scrunch gets me every single time.
"Also my favorite," he smirked, glancing at the mug with a raised eyebrow. "But what exactly are you doing? Besides bending over in front of me to tease me."
"That's not what I was doing."
Not entirely.
"Then what are you doing?"
"Deciding on if we should look at another cat or if we should look at a dog."
"You know, Steve is basically a human golden retriever," Bucky joked as you held up a toothpick.
"He doesn't live here," you giggled, taking aim. "Should we get a dog?"
You brought your hand back slightly before you moved it forward, watching as the tiny piece of wood went across the room. You let out a happy shriek as it landed in the mug, pumping your arms in victory. "Did you see that?! I couldn't do that again if I tried!"
"I saw, doll. Good job," Bucky chuckled as Alpine darted across the room. "Al, what are you doing?"
Your boyfriend's laughter increased in volume as his cat plucked the toothpick out of the mug with her teeth.
"Al, that's cheating!" you said, unable to hold back your own laughter as she went to Bucky and dropped it at his feet.
"Meow."
"The dog wouldn't replace you. It's so you can have another buddy around here," you explained through your giggles.
"Meow."
"Okay, okay. Maybe a dog was a bad idea, but what about another cat?"
Alpine flicked her tail as she regarded you.
"Um. A boy cat?" you questioned, holding up another toothpick.
I say it like she can understand me, but she totally can.
Before you had a chance to throw it, Alpine silently rushed back to you and grabbed it with her mouth. You thought Bucky was going to collapse from laughter as the slender white ball of fur walked back to the mug and dropped it in. You wished you would've recorded it.
"Aww, Smartie was right. You want a boyfriend," Bucky smiled once his laughter died down, crouching down to pick up Alpine. "Not sure I'm ready for that. Who would be good enough for my girl?"
Your heart skipped a beat again. He was so loving toward you and everyone else he cared for. You wondered if it would ever extend to a family of your own.
How could it not? He has so much love to give.
"What's that look for?" Bucky asked.
You shook your head a little. That was a discussion for another day. "Nothing. Just wish I had recorded it."
He gazed at you, as if he was trying to read your mind. He nodded after a few seconds when you didn't cave under his stare. "I saw it, so I know it happened."
"So, you saw the wood go in the hole," you said innocently, pushing yourself up and stretching as you sauntered toward him, setting the remaining toothpicks on the counter.
Discussion is over for now, so he's welcome to distract me from whatever else we have going on.
Bucky licked his lower lip as his eyes darkened. "If you're talking about wood going into a hole, I got a-"
Alpine jumped from Bucky's arms with a high-pitched meow, narrowly missing you and bolting from the room. You stared at your boyfriend before the two of you burst into laughter all over again. You lived for these happy moments.
"It's confirmed," you said breathlessly, not resisting when Bucky put his hands on your hips and pulled you against him. "She really does understand us."
"She does," he smiled, brushing his lips against yours. "And I don't think she'll be bothering us for the rest of the day."
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little lion | Luke hughes au!
↠ v day in nyc. - blurb.
↠ au Masterlist!
↠ warnings: none! just very cheesy in the beginning lol.
↠ word count: 1.2k.
lion woke up on the 11th of feburary with kisses to her cheeks and giggling, as she peeked one eye open. her mouth turned upward as she realized that it was luke leaning over as he said next to her, with his face only mere inches away from the girl's. "goomorning." he mumbled placing a kiss on the tip of her stubby nose, causing her to blush profusely as she rolled over onto her side. luke chucked softly, setting the flowers on the ground next to the bed before dramatically plopping his hands on both sides of her, and began to tickle her. which, were the absolute death of her.
"luuuuuuuuke!" she screamed through fits of her's and his laughter. "stop stop stop!" she screamed squirming to get away from him, which resulted in her falling off the other side of her full bed. "don't touch no!" she said as he leaned over to check on her, and she quickly shot up into a fake dramatic fighting stance. she raised her fists near her face, squinting as she did. luke sat on his knees with an amused look on his face, "gonna throw a couple?" he teased and then she threw a fake punch. he dodged it, and she tried again and he took the 'blow' to the chest. "oh! my heart!" he said dramatically before pulling her into his chest and plopping her back down on the bed. he hovered over her, and pulled some stray hair that fell out of her loose braid, behind her ears. "you look beautiful, as always." he smiled staring into her eyes and she blushed. "thankyou lukey. also, thankyou for the 7:30 wake-up call." she teased, groaning playfully. "we've got things to do, places to go, and people to see." he said getting off of her and pulling her out of bed. "oh god, if i have to see jack this morning im gonna riot." she teased heading to her ensemble washroom. luke stayed silent, but followed her to the washroom. she began to brush her teeth and stared at luke, with a death glare. "he's actually waiting downstairs." luke finally responded, and lion smiled.
"well ill be sure to take my sweet time getting ready." she grinned before starting her skincare.
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the couple and jack walked into a small cafe in chinatown, as kailey was craving a matcha that morning. the three quickly ordered before sitting down, at a small table in the back. "so! hows the girlfriend prospect's coming along?" kailey blurted and luke froze, as he waited for jack's response. jack's mouth twitched into a sly grin, before shaking his head. "still no luck on that." jack answered honestly, and kaiely nodded. "but happy valentines day to you too, little ovi." jack said mockingly. kailey rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, "you should be grateful i didn't kick you out of the drivers seat earlier. you should be grateful i let you in on our little vday, j.j." she taunted and luke felt himself stifle a laugh. jack gawked "thought we said no j.j." he mumbled. "all bets are off today, j.j" she shrugged as they set down the matcha's for jack and her, and a coffee for luke.
"i dont know how you guys can drink grass, pure grass." luke said sippig his iced americano. jack laughed as kailey glared at him, "this grass you happen to dislike is good! so hush." she teased. "anywho, im getting sick and tired of this pity party." she paused returning her attention to jack, and motioned with her hands over him, "that im taking it upon myself to set you up little boy." she announced. jack went to dispute while luke chuckled. "unless you consider nico your partner, then i guess were good." kailey added for an extra push. jack rolled his eyes looking up at the ceiling while luke snickered. "shutup before i dump my matcha on you." jack taunted and kailey brought up her's to her lips before winking at him, "whatever you say lil jizzy."
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luke and lion walked into her apartment building, after spending the morning and early afternoon frolicking around manhattan after jack dropped them off. they walked from upper manhattan down to greenwhich that late afternoon, stopped at a small supermarket, brought frozen pizza, and supplies for cupcakes. and luke ofcourse, had to get her another set of flowers- roses this time because her face lit up as they walked through the front doors of the store. she told luke no, but he got them anyways for her.
the two headed up the two flights to her and her roommates - rain - apartment, and saw that the lights were off - indicating that nobody was home. she flicked on the living room light's and then towards her bedroom for her side table lamps. luke in the meantime, went to go light two candles that they had in the living room - one in peonie scented and the other that was musky. lion smiled as she walked back out, as luke finished lighting the room nearest to her. "thankyou luke." she hummed leaning up a bit on her tippy toes and giving him a quick peck.
"can you set the oven to 350 while I wash my hands and get these flowers in some water?" she questioned and he nodded, turning around to do it.
the two found themselves in a comfortable silence as the two began to prepare the cupcake batter about 20 minutes later. luke connected his phone to the Bluetooth, and the first song that played was say yes to heaven, which was their song. "were you listening to it?" she teased and he blushed while nodding. she came up and wrapped her arms around his neck, "well i love it lukey...i do it quite a lot actually." she said looking at his chest. "oh?" he questioned, pulling her in closer by the hips. she nodded looking up at his face as the next song played, you make me feel so young by sinatra. as soon as the first words played out, he began to twirl her around the small kitchen. she threw her head back giggling, as he did so. he softly began to sing the lyrics to her, as he pulled away to twirl her into his chest. she pressed her head into his chest, giggling like a fool.
"something amusing?" he teased as he continued to twirl the two around, and she shook her head, swaying from side to side now.
"no, its just youre dancing!" she exclaimed and that made him nod while placing his nose in the crook of her neck from behind. "i can be romantic when i choose too." he teased, and that made her playfully sigh. she turned around in his arms, "choose too, huh?" she smiled gleefully, before taking some of the cupcake batter and plopping some of it on his nose. his mouth grew agape, as he looked down at her in shock. he grinned, taking an egg from the carton and plopping it down on her head. "oh no you didn't!" she shouted before taking two eggs in both of her hands and plopping them on his head.
the two didn't stop there, taking other ingredients and then the frosting and throwing it at one another.
"oh my god!" the two of them heard from the living room, to the side of them. lion looked first seeing rain, who had an amused looked on her face. "hi rain." luke said politely, and she could only roll her eyes. "yall better clean up tonight." she said turning around and walking into her bedroom. luke and lion looked at one another, and then down at her phone which began to ring with her dad's contact.
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ᏝᎧᏉᏋ'Ꮥ ᏰᏝᎥᏕᏕ
ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ #2
It was a beautiful morning in Nueva York. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and the city was alive with its usual hustle and bustle. Miguel and his wife, Y/N, were sitting on their balcony enjoying their morning coffee.
Y/N was content with the peaceful moment, sipping her coffee and leaning her head on her husband's shoulder. Miguel's arm was wrapped around her waist, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her hip. They had been happily married for five years now and were expecting their second child.
Miguel was overjoyed at the idea of expanding their family. After losing their first child, Gabriella, in a tragic accident, they never thought they would be blessed with another. But here they were, happier than ever and eagerly waiting to meet their little bundle of joy.
'I still can't believe we're having another baby,' Y/N said with a smile, breaking the comfortable silence between them.
Miguel turned to her, a loving smile on his face. 'I know, it's a dream come true Cariño. I can't wait to hold our little one in my arms.'
Y/N's heart swelled with love for her husband. He had been her rock through everything, especially after Gabriella's death. She couldn't have asked for a better partner in life.
As they sat there, enjoying each other's company, Miguel's holographic assistant, Lyla, interrupted their peaceful moment.
'Sorry to interrupt, but you have a meeting in half an hour, Miguel,' Lyla informed him.
Miguel let out a sigh, not wanting to leave the comfort of his balcony. He was the CEO of Alchemax and had to deal with all the responsibilities that came with it.
Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. 'I'll go get ready for my doctor's appointment.' she said before giving him a quick kiss and heading inside.
Miguel watched her go, feeling grateful for the life they had built together. He quickly finished his coffee and got ready for his meeting.
The day went by in a blur of meetings and paperwork. Miguel couldn't wait to get back home and spend more time with Y/N. As the clock struck 5, he rushed out of the office to head home.
Upon arriving, he was greeted by the delicious smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen. Y/N loved to cook and he couldn't wait to taste whatever she had prepared for them tonight.
He walked into the kitchen to find Y/N humming as she stirred a pot on the stove. She turned to him with a smile when she heard him enter.
'Hey, how was your day?' she asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
'It was good, but I missed you cariño,' Miguel replied, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Y/N chuckled. 'I missed you too. How about we eat dinner first and then spend the rest of the evening together?'
Miguel nodded, not wanting to waste any more time. They sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed their meal, talking about their day and making plans for the weekend.
After dinner, they settled on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Miguel gently rubbed Y/N's growing belly, feeling the movements of their unborn child.
'I can't wait to meet our little Empanada,' Miguel said with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on Y/N's belly.
Y/N chuckles and smiles down at him, running her fingers through his hair lovingly. 'Me too. I know Gabriella would have been the best big sister.'
Miguel felt a pang of sadness at the mention of their first child. He still missed her every day, but he had learned to focus on the present and be grateful for the blessings in his life.
They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, talking and laughing. Miguel couldn't imagine his life without Y/N by his side.
As the night went on, Y/N yawned and said, 'I think it's time for us to go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow.'
Miguel nodded, knowing Y/N was right. He kissed her forehead before they made their way to their bedroom.
Laying in bed, Miguel pulled Y/N closer to him, wrapping his arms around her protectively. 'I love you, mi amor,' he whispered, placing a kiss on her neck.
Y/N smiled, feeling content and loved. 'I love you too, Miguel.'
As they drifted off to sleep, Miguel couldn't help but feel grateful for the life they had built together. Their love had overcome all the challenges and made them stronger.
The next day, they went to the doctor for a routine check-up. Miguel was excited to hear their baby's heartbeat, while Y/N was a little anxious. After the loss of their first child, she couldn't help but worry about everything that could go wrong.
But as soon as they heard the strong and steady beat of their baby's heart, all their worries vanished. They were both filled with joy and excitement for the future.
Nine months flew by, and before they knew it, it was time for Y/N to give birth. Miguel was a bundle of nerves as he sat in the waiting room, waiting for any news from the doctors.
After what felt like hours, the doctor finally came out with a smile on her face. 'Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara. You have a healthy baby girl,' she said, handing the newborn to Miguel.
Miguel's eyes welled up with tears as he held his daughter in his arms. She was perfect, with a head full of black hair and her mother's beautiful features.
Y/N was wheeled out of the delivery room, looking exhausted but elated. Miguel couldn't wait for her to meet their little miracle.
They named their daughter Isabella, after Y/N's grandmother. She was a blessing, and they cherished every moment spent with her.
As the years went by, their family grew and their love only got stronger. They faced challenges and struggles, but they always stood by each other's side.
Miguel and Y/N were grateful for the life they had together in their comfortable apartment in Nueva York. They had everything they ever wanted, and most importantly, they had each other.
On a special evening, as they sat on their balcony, watching the sunset, Miguel whispered, 'I never knew love until I met you, Y/N. Thank you for being my wife and the mother of our beautiful children.'
Y/N smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. 'And I never thought I could find true happiness until I met you, Miguel. I love you more than words can express.'
As they shared a loving kiss, surrounded by the sounds of a bustling city, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together as a family. And that was all that mattered.
#x reader#one shot#miguel o'hara#into the spider verse#fluff#Miguel O'Hara x reader#Miguel O'Hara x pregnant reader#baby#miguel o'hara oneshot#reader insert#Fem reader#miguel spiderverse
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how to lose a guy in 10 days !! csc (teaser)
choi seungcheol x reader
genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities
synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.
warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol
it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”
and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.
“what?” you shooted
“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice
“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted
“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously
“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised
“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked
“like what doggy style?” karina questioned
“not like that you idiot” sakura glared
“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed
“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed
“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed
“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced
“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.
right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.
all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.
you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.
why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.
“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area
“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution
“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head
“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned
“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said
“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.
“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests
“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina
it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.
it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.
you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.
you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.
“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.
the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.
“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question
“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied
“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.
“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you
“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.
“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered
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Fatherhood | Ji Changwook
Pairing: Ji Changwook x Fem!Wife!Reader
Requested by anon: Hi, Hopefully you see this but could you do an imagine of ji chang wook (maybe a series[?]) in the return of Superman with his son (maybe around 3) and his wife (anon) if you could? Thank you
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1,532 words
A/n: dearest anons, i always see the requests you send in unless they get eaten by my ask box (which i think happens more than i'm aware off sometimes). i'm also more than happy to add more installments to this fic as well as other TROS fics i have written in the past upon request in the future if you guys request them.
The moment Changwook’s face popped up on the tv as he was drinking his cup of coffee sitting across the table from you the hosts of the show went wild. Apart from the fact that he looked like a million bucks even with his wild and out of control bedhead and was still trying to wake up, they were freaking out over your unannounced appearance. From the start of your relationship with the well-known actor, the two of you had tried and succeeded to keep your identity private and hidden. In fact, some people had the tendency to forget that he was even married until he casually mentioned you from time to time when talking about how you helped him prepare for different roles or, most recently at least, your three year old son who had begun providing him countless stories to tell that had people in stitches at his silly little antics.
Given that information, many were stunned yet equally excited at the announcement that he would be appearing on ��The Return of Superman’ with his family - especially given the privacy that was clearly valued. Yet there sat the two of you giggling and looking equally tired as you chatted over those two cups of coffee one hand from each of you resting on the table, his thumb rubbing circles along the back of yours as he held it.
“I almost don’t want to go,” you admitted silently. “I feel guilty just leaving him.”
Changwook nodded as he understood your predicament. Since the birth of your son, you’d taken a backseat at the law firm you were a partner at. The both of you made the decision to raise your son as best as you could with the two of you around, even if it meant decreasing your caseload and him taking less roles than before.
“The two days will go by faster than you think,” he assured you. “You’ll be back home in no time.”
“It’s just, it’s the first time I’m leaving him alone with you for more than a few hours. What if he thinks I’m not going to come back? That I just got up and left?”
~~~
“It’s only natural to feel that way when you’re around your child all of the time,” one of the hosts sympathized. “She’s a good mom.”
The other host nodded, “My wife felt the same even after we had our youngest. It’s hard and one feels a lot of guilt when leaving their kids whether it’s to work or even for the show. I feel that way too.”
~~~
“He’s not going to think that,” Changwook said firmly. “He loves you and knows how much you love him. He also knows that you have a really important job that helps other people. Trust me.” he looked at the time displayed on the stove and let out a small sound. “You’ll be late for your flight if you don’t leave now. I know how much the meeting with the clients means to the firm. Go out there and kick some butt Attorney (y/l/n). And come back safely.”
His words seemed to help ease your worries as you finished the rest of your coffee before getting up and heading to your bedroom - the cameras also showing it for the first time revealing the still asleep figure of a small boy panned out like a starfish on the bed. You bent down placing a kiss on his forehead before hesitating to pull away, your hand caressing the plump skin of his chubby little cheek. Changwook was directly behind you, placing a reaffirming hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.
“Come on,” he whispered softly. “You’ll really be late.”
The two of you left the room with you sniffling slightly as you went to the front door of your home. You wiped away the tears before your husband pulled you into a tight hug pressing a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you closer by the second not wanting to let go before finally pulling away. Placing a sweet kiss to your lips, he whispered something inaudible to the countless cameras and mics before pulling away, seeing you off, before rushing back inside at the sound of your son calling out to both of you in a panicked tone.
~~~
Changwook sat in front of the cameras with his son clinging to him tightly as he continued sniffling from the nightmare that awoke him quite rudely. His small hand was clenched into a fist balling up the fabric of his shirt. Both of the boys wore similar bedheads. As best as he could, Changwook bowed, greeting the viewers.
“Hello I’m actor Ji Changwook and this is my three year old son Ji Subin,” he whispered for the little boy to wave at the camera only for him to turn away hiding his face in his father’s chest. “He’ll wave later…maybe…he’s quite the character as I believe you’ll come to find out.”
The writer asked a question to which he immediately smiled, “Ah, the wife. We’ve been married for a little over five years but have been together for seven. And as many people seem to have found out, she is a partner at a very prominent law firm in the city. As for when and how we met, that’s quite a controversial question for us. I argue that we met back in elementary school, second grade in Mr. Cho’s homeroom class, my wife would argue that we met eight years ago when she took a case for the company I was signed to at the time. She actually turned me down a few times in both instances when I asked if we could date - although dating as adults is much different than ‘dating’ as little kids.
“We actually discussed whether or not to join the show for a while before deciding to do so. While we were dating and more so after our son was born, we doubled down on keeping this part of our lives out of the limelight. We didn’t really want Subin to grow up with this spotlight on him at all times, but we’ve watched the show for a while now and even if it means giving up a bit of our privacy, we want to make memories with him and felt that coming on the show would not only allow us to, but also make sure that never lose the footage and watch it years from now.
“So yeah, thank you for the opportunity to be on the show and I hope you all enjoy seeing our family’s shenanigans.”
~~~
True to his word and Subin’s own reputation, everyone soon found out just how chaotic this little family of three could be. And it all began when the father son duo had decided to make lunch. Changwook knows he can’t hold a candle to your cooking skills - a given based on how much of the soup powder he dumped into a pot of cold water with the stove not having been turned on, followed by the soup burning because he didn’t stir it once he did turn on the stove, and the paper towel roll catching on fire while he listened to his Subin talk animatedly about the ‘case’ he was going to win - but he tries, even if has to end up ordering in because whatever he did end up making was not edible.
“Mommy’s taste better,” Subin replied with no hesitation when Changwook gave him a spoonful of the soup he’d made. “”Mommy makes good soup.”
Figuring that his son’s words meant it wasn’t too bad, Changwook took a bite and cringed at the taste, “Yeah, Mommy makes better soup. How about we have some bibimbap.”
It was easy enough to make and didn’t require much skill until it came to actually feeding the small boy who tried his hardest not to eat any of the vegetables in the bowl. He ate the fried egg first, followed by the meat that was mixed in with the other ingredients, and finally after eating no more than two spoonfuls of rice - that didn’t have a speck of green in it, he said he needed to go to the bathroom.
~~~
“Subin’s on what my wife calls the ‘white diet,’” Changwook explained, arms crossed over his chest as he spoke during the interview. “If he even sees a speck of green he won’t eat it. We’ve gotten better at introducing foods to him, but he still has an order that he goes in when eating foods he isn’t sure of. First he goes for the proteins and meats, then the grains, and before he gets to the vegetable he says he needs to use the bathroom. We’re slowly getting better though…”
~~~
“At least he got him to eat something,” the host complimented. “And by using food that is familiar to him to introduce new ingredients into his diet they are making progress.”
“Maybe we’ll see development in Subin’s palette during their time with us and Changwook’s cooking skills,” the other added with a chuckle.
“I hope we see some development. I don’t want to witness a kitchen bursting into flames again!”
#kactor imagines#kactor scenarios#ji changwook#ji changwook masterlist#ji changwook imagines#ji changwook scenarios
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Traditions
This is a special holiday edition of School Dayz. To catch up on the series in general please click School Dayz
I am participating in @choicesdecember2023 for Christmas
I am also participating in @choicesprompts holiday rewrite challenge in which I used the candy cane gram scene from Mean Girls.
I am also participating in @choicesflashfics christmas prompt # 59: "Ice-skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?" will appear in bold. I also used a previous prompt as well Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?
Series: School Dayz
The Book: TRR (no royals)
The Pairings: Liam x Riley
Word Count: 1464
Warnings and Ratings: None. This is for anyone who has eyes. A total fluff piece.
Original post: 12/31/23 at 7:15PM EST.
Science class was different for me now that I no longer sat next to Liam, and shared a table with my sister, since Mrs. Barbour decided to make the class sit in alphabetical order, which I think the only reason for the change was to make taking roll easier. I glanced across the room to Liam whose partner was now Rashad.
My adorkable boyfriend who caught me watching him, smiled and held up his hot cocoa cup to toast me from across the room. Liam was the sweetest boyfriend and stopped by the local coffee shop Brew Bros and always got hot chocolate every morning the way that I liked it.
So I smiled while holding up my cup.
“Oh my God, can you two be any more nerdy?” Taylor asked.
“He’s nice, and you reap the benefits of it too. My boyfriend brings us both hot chocolate, or in your case a coffee drink you like every day without us asking.”
Taylor cocked her head to the side and air toasted Liam, taking a sip from her drink when the door opened.
“Ho , Ho, Ho!!!!! Candy Cane Grams, sponsored by the National Honor Society.”
“Make it quick, Santa.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Mrs. Barbour’s voice as she went to sit at her desk for a moment.
“And his lovely assistant Max Noel!”
“Wait… a sec… Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?”
Taylor doubled over in laughter “It is!!!! It’s Drake Walker-Claus.”
Taylor’s laugh seemed to antagonize Drake for a second, but good thing he had his assistant Maxwell. His brooding mood was offset by Max Noel making the class laugh with his dance versions of Christmas music as he followed around the room behind him.
“Hana Lee one for you.”
“Chris Powell four for you, you go Chris Powell!”
“Do we have a Riley Brooks here?”
“That’s her Max Noel. She’s Riley Brooks and looks nothing like the girl sitting next to her. Those two can’t possibly be related.”
“Riley Brooks here you go, one for you.”
“Thank you Santa.”
“Um….”
“And nothing at all for Taylor Brooks, not even coal or black licorice, bye.”
Drake and Max ran out of the room.
Taylor looked at me with curious eyes at the candy cane gram in my hand.
“Who’s that from?”
It wasn’t any of her business. I opened the envelope and read silently to myself.
Liam’s sweet words made me smile, and I didn’t have to answer her, and I looked at him from across the room.
“Oh my god. You guys are too much.”
Taylor looked upset, even though she shrugged it off. Later I found out why at her locker.
“I told you to get me a candy cane gram Nico!!!!”
“Well you telling me to do it, takes the surprise out of it. Me not doing it, guess what you were surprised weren’t you?”
My sister who was always loud looked at him and said nothing.
Before I knew it the words flew out of my mouth.
“Wow, you’re a really bad boyfriend Nico, my sister deserves better than you.”
I slammed my locker walking away from the two of them. I found out later that day, my sister broke up with him, in front of everyone in true dramatic Taylor fashion. I was proud of her.
Christmas Eve
Everyone had come over and was enjoying mom’s Christmas cookies and snacks. My dad brought in a big box sitting it down on the floor.
“I want to thank everyone for coming over tonight to spend time with our family. Our children picked people they care about to spend this time together with you. Ren and I are happy to have you in our home. We both grew up in the foster care system, and learned early in life, sometimes the people that care about you most, are not your blood relatives. So we try to celebrate that.”
“And when we had the opportunity to open our home up to two adorable identical twin girls, we couldn’t say no.” My mother chimed in.
“It’s the best decision they ever made. I went to sleep one night wishing I had a little sister. The next morning I woke up with two.” Jaiden spoke up.
“And we know what it’s like to be alone on Christmas, or missing someone special on Christmas that you were once close to. So we wanted to do something special. Liam would you mind sharing the Christmas Eve tradition you had that you told me about?”
“Christmas was my Mom’s favorite holiday. Every Christmas Eve that I can remember she’d dress us up in these ugly Christmas sweaters
and we would go ice skating on Lake Pine. She loved to ice skate. Then she’d make us take these dorky pictures in our Christmas sweaters that matched. I miss her a lot.”
“I miss her too. I’m not adopted, but Liam’s Mom always made me feel like I was her son too. So I really get what you’re saying about family not always being blood related. She was my mom too.”
Liam hugged his brother.
My dad opened the box.
“With a little help from Riley I found some what I would think are hideously awesome ugly Christmas sweaters, and am secretly happy for your love of Star Trek too. I’m sorry Liam, you can’t be the Captain, this is mine. But this one is yours.”
“Well if I can’t be Captain, being the science officer is the next best and most logical choice.” Liam took his blue sweater graciously.
“That’s what I said! Dad please say you got me a blue sweater too.”
“I did.”
After all the sweaters were handed out, there was still one left in the box.
“Guess you guys bought this before I broke up with Nico. No big deal.”
Once everyone was dressed, they headed out to the vehicles, and Liam stuffed the extra shirt into Leo’s trunk.
“I really don’t know how this is going to go Liam.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ice skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?”
“Well good thing you’re not just Riley Brooks today, you’re the science officer for the USS Enterprise. Live long and prosper.”
Liam expected Riley to be as horrible on ice skates as she had been on roller skates, but Riley amazingly was incredibly balanced.
“Have you ice skated before?”
“No! I don’t know how I'm good at this! I usually have no natural balance.”
“You’re a natural at skating…”
“Ice skating. Let's clarify that.”
Taylor was still sitting on the bench watching the couples skate by. “She still hasn’t gotten out on the ice yet. I think she’s feeling lonely and the extra shirt probably made her think of Nico.”
Liam’s phone beeped. “Why don’t you go sit with her for a little bit, and I’ll be back in a few with some hot cocoas for us all.”
“Is cocoa your favorite drink?”
“Yes, and my mom used to always say your heart won’t feel cold if you always have a nice warm cup of cocoa. It always makes me feel better.”
I went to sit with Taylor and Liam continued walking toward the concessions stand.
“You okay?” I asked Taylor.
“I just don’t feel like skating, and look over there.”
Nico was there, with another girl on his arm.
“To be honest I never liked him Taylor. He called you T, like you were a drink or a shirt or something. He wasn’t even really that nice. Good riddance, I say.”
“I never thanked you for standing up for me that day Riley. It really meant a lot.”
“You’re my sister Taylor. I will always have your back, even when you pull me into a tornado.”
“Not on purpose!” She laughed.
“Oh it never is.” I remarked pulling Taylor closer to me in a hug. After a few seconds she pulled away from me.
“What are you doing here?”
“Helping Liam deliver hot cocoa. This one is yours.
I don’t like all the extra stuff in mine.”
Drake handed Taylor her cocoa, as he sat down next to her.
“Just hot and cocoa pretty much then right?”
“Exactly. I’m not that difficult to understand.”
“Do you like to ice skate, Drake?”
“Like it? It’s okay, but I can. Would you like to skate Taylor?”
Drake took off his coat wearing the remaining ugly sweater.
“Okay.” Taylor said in a nonchalant voice.
Taylor’s mood picked up immediately as she skated around with Drake on the ice. She never once glanced in Nico’s direction.
“That was really nice of you to do Liam.”
“He really does like her, you know. Maybe now she can finally see him with Nico out the way.”
“You’re so adorkably sweet Liam.”
“I know Riley, I know.”
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— INSTRUCTION MANUAL
summary : you and wilbur are having difficulty navigating life together as a couple. that’s nothing a vaguely insulting band-aid can’t solve.
genre : fluff
warnings : probably swearing, too much shakespeare, reader gets a paper cut, mentions of food/eating
pairing : cc!wilbur soot x reader
pronouns : none (you/yours)
featuring : cc!wilbur soot
requested : could i request just some domestic fluff stuff, you can do whatever you want with it honestly i just crave some more wilbur
word count : 1k
note : here you go my lovely anon, i hope you enjoy <3
over the course of your relationship, you and wilbur had gotten to know each other extremely well. he knew what laundry detergent you used, you knew exactly where he’d put his phone, wherever it was. you’d both been splitting your time between each others’ places, but now, coming up on five years together, you figured it was finally time to get somewhere of your own.
which lead to you spending your thursday night with wilbur on the floor of your new living room, swearing heavily. you were on the phone with the nearest takeout place while he tried to assemble the new coffee table you guys had just bought. he’d already hurt himself, a bandaid with william shakespeare’s face on it stuck to his hand, old timey script saying “go thou and fill another room in hell.”
apparently thursday night was extremely busy, and you were on hold. finally, someone at the shop answered, and you breathed a sigh of relief. “hi, would i be able to get-”
“i’m so sorry we’re swamped here, would you be able to order on the website and i can get back to you?” the poor girl on the other side of the phone sounded exhausted, and you felt bad for bothering her.
“oh, the website’s actually broken,” you cringed at the fact that you were being an inconvenience. “is it okay if-”
“i’m so sorry, give me one second,” you could hear yelling in the background and decided it was better to just hang up and give the workers one less order to worry about.
you put your phone down on the bench and went to turn back to wilbur, banging your head immediately after on an open cabinet.
will heard the thud and poked his head around as best as he could. “you alright, darling? need a bandaid?” he’d been desperate to show off his shakespeare bandaids, but you just shook your head, smiling tiredly. “this should be done in like, ten minutes?” he looked back at his project. “yeah, about that.”
the coffee table was still in pieces, but you didn’t say anything, coming to sit behind him on the sofa, him scooching over on the rug to sit right in front of you. your hands delved into his hair and his chin sat on your knee. “dinner’s not coming,” you informed him, sleepiness heavy in your voice. it had been a long week. all you wanted was to crawl into your newly assembled bed with your partner and sleep forever.
“want me to go pick something up?” he asked. “or i can run to the shops and i can make something?”
you looked at him, smile widening. “maybe in a little while. come sit with me?” the texture of his bandaid was rough against your skin as he placed his hand on your jaw. you leaned into him, smiling blissfully as he wrapped his free arm around you.
“you should go shower, relax for a second. i’ll go out, find some dinner. we can leave the table. i think it’s broken,”
“you’re reading the instruction manual for the fridge,” you pointed out. “the coffee table one’s in the kitchen.”
“i didn’t think i needed to connect the coffee table to the plumbing,”
you laughed. “do you want me to come with you?”
wilbur shook his head. “no, i know your order. i’ll be back in fifteen minutes?” you nodded and he kissed your forehead. “love you.”
“love you too,” your eyes fell shut, and you allowed yourself a few moments before you’d force yourself to get up and go shower. wilbur was right, it was exactly what you needed after a hard day, and you revelled in the warm water. another good thing about moving in with wilbur was that your new shower had incredible water pressure. you fell back on the bed and let yourself sit in silence. wilbur would be back soon, and you wouldn’t have to worry about when he’d have to leave to go back to his place or when you’d have to leave him to go to yours.
he returned, as promised, less than fifteen minutes later, and the two of you sat on the kitchen floor, ignoring the mess of wilbur’s attempt of putting together your furniture. he wasn’t wrong, he’d gotten you exactly what you wanted, and your hand ghosted over the cool tile to come rest on his leg. he let you place your head on your shoulder, and murmured gently in your ear as you both ate. “y’wanna know something, honey?” you hummed in agreement. “this thing says you should leave, and fill another room with hell. i disagree, any room without you is already filled with hell.”
“you’re gross,” you couldn’t stop the smile stretching itself out on your features, face pressed into his arm, both of you tangled in each other on the floor of your new kitchen. you reached blindly for your food and yelped as the side of the paper bag sliced into your finger.
wilbur shot up, your arm buckling under the unexpected weight of holding yourself up in his absence, and he brandished the shakespeare box at you proudly. he placed the plaster gently on your pinkie finger, pressing soft kisses to make you feel better. “do thou amend thy face, and i’ll amend my life.”
wilbur gasped, mock offence prevalent on his face. “if i fix my face, your life will be better. is that what you just said to me?”
you gazed affectionately across the small kitchen at him. “not at all. my life can’t get any better.” he softened, smiling warmly at you as you opened your mouth again. “which is good, cause your face can’t get any worse.”
wilbur laughed, throwing his head back to rest against the drawer, and you couldn’t help yourself, leaning forward to kiss him open-mouthed, bandaged finger running roughly along his brows. he kissed you back, lacing your fingers with his. his index finger, adorned with william shakespeare hooked around your matching pinkie as he pulled you closer to him, deathly warm against the cold tile beneath you as you relaxed fully for the first time all week.
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If We Cannot Keep
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Non-Con/Rape
Category: F/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Relationships: MC/Satan+Asmodeus+Beelzebub+Belphegor
Characters: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Main Character
Additional Tags: afab!mc (they/them), noncon/rape, breeding, pregnancy, somnophilia, yandere
Summary: The brothers refuse to give up the person they love the most. They will do whatever it takes to keep ahold of them.
A/N: The ask leads to this post. Since it was not my original idea, I am also posting 🍋 anon's consent to make this a fic. Sorry, but adding all the brothers is really hard, so only some are getting explicit moments.
Word Count: 2161
The sun poured through the slits in their blinds and they woke up to that blinding light feeling like they hadn't gotten a minute of rest. It had been like that the last month or so, but recently they'd also started developing an ache in their hips and a throbbing in their head to go with it.
The mornings were pure torture as they went about the house searching for clothing in their stupor. Perhaps it was due to their still exhausted state or maybe it was the way the light played against the walls as it worked its way into their flat, but they swore they saw something darting back and forth in the corner of their eye. Though, when they turned their head nothing was there.
They were probably just anxious for today.
When was the last time they'd seen their partner in person? At least a few days. Between finals and papers and other miscellaneous bullshit, they hadn't had time for personal matters. Today was different. Today was all about showing their partner a good time.
As they finished putting themselves together and started to head out the door, their phone started to ring. They fished it out, noting that it was an interdimensional call from Beel and chuckling quietly to themselves before picking it up.
"Hello?"
"He-"
"Darling!" Asmo cut in and nearly blew out their eardrum.
"Hey, Asmo. What's up?"
"Well, Beel said he was calling you and I didn't want to be left out, especially because you're feeling so good right now."
"Is it that obvious?" They didn't know their emotions reached that far across dimensions when it came to the demons they shared a pact with.
"Why are you so happy?" Beel asked and they could hear him chewing something on the other end.
"Oh, well…" Their face felt like it was burning up. "I have a date today."
The other end went silent for what seemed like an entire minute before Asmo finally chirped up, "Look at you~ Getting lucky so soon after turning someone else down."
"Asmo…" Beel warned faintly over the receiver.
"Are you still upset about that?" They didn't mean to hurt their precious demons, but they also couldn't lie and say they felt that way about them.
"Of course not~" He whined as if insulted. "I'm just happy that you're happy."
"Thanks. I'm actually heading out now, so I have to go. Talk to you both later?"
"Always, Darling."
"See you later," Beel said just before ending the call.
They walked out of their house, tumbler of coffee in hand to fight off the tiredness that wouldn't leave their bones. By the time they showed up at the meeting spot, the entire container was long gone.
They planned the entire day together: movie, the park, dinner at a nice place. It was going to be wonderful.
Unfortunately, they could barely stay awake through the movie and dozed off against their partner's shoulder at the park. It was hard to stay awake and focused for some reason.
By the end of the day, they sat down with their partner at the restaurant. They reached across the table to hold their hands. They ordered dinner, selecting something they usually wouldn't glance twice at. Their partner made a joke about pickles and ice cream, and they grimaced. It wasn't funny.
Actually, now that they were together… their partner was worried. They'd been different lately. It was probably stress or something, but they were clearly out of it. They loved going on dates, but maybe it was better in the meantime to focus on themselves. They needed to ensure they were taking care of themselves.
As much as they didn't want to do that, they agreed. Maybe a small break was best for them. Although, when they got home home they couldn't help but flop into their bed and cry themselves to sleep.
It was the dead of night. Their eyes fluttered open slowly, groggily blinking as their consciousness drifted just out of reach. Everything felt stiff; their joints, head, arms, legs. It was like their muscles refused to work. Even so, it felt like their body was on fire as heat pooled in their stomach and spread outward.
The more they started to awaken, the more things they slowly started to notice were out of place than just their muscles. There were strange noises in the darkness; growling, muttering, creaking, and wet slapping.
Dancing in the blurry haze of their opening eyes were strange shapes that slowly came more into view as their mind began to wake up. The shapes blended together against the black backdrop of their room, but they could clearly make out that one of them – broader than the others – was moving above them.
"Hungh?" They groaned. "Wha-?"
"Oh no," someone muttered at the edge of their consciousness. "They're waking up. Put them back under."
"I'm trying." Someone else muttered and their head began to pound and ache.
"They got tighter…"
"Are you bragging?"
They knew those voices and the shape of those shadows; Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. Their head was lying in Belphegor's lap as he rested his hands on either side of it. Satan and Asmodeus were on either side of them. Beelzebub was more difficult to see but they swore he was in front of them.
"What are… you doing here?" They didn't remember summoning them.
"Shit," Belphegor swore and their head pounded again. "Go back to sleep."
Why couldn't they understand what was happening? Everything took so much effort and felt so difficult. It was like their entire body was made of stone.
All they knew was that something felt off.
They let their eyes wander downward toward where it felt warm. Beelzebub was anchored between their legs, large hands pressing against the back of their knees as he forced them against their chest, lips shimmering in the darkness as they dripped with an unknown liquid, and hips snapping forward with a grunt.
The scene didn't make sense at first, but when it finally clicked all the drowsiness washed away instantly. Their body still felt heavy, but their mind finally understood the horror of what was happening.
"Oh dear, you caught us," Asmodeus sighed. "And it was all going so well, too."
They were struck with terror. Even as a sickening feeling joined that heat building up inside of them, they couldn't look away. "Wh-what are you-?"
"So sorry, Darling. You usually sleep through this."
"Belphie!" Satan snapped.
The youngest of them rolled his eyes. "You try to keep them under when it's Beel's turn. I'm amazed they didn't wake up sooner today.
"Put them back under." Satan accentuated each word like a threat.
"Working on it."
They tried to jerk away from his grip, finding it difficult. "No!"
"Oh don't be like that~" Asmodeus smiled a little too wide. "Since you're awake now, you should enjoy it as much as us."
Asmodeus leaned down over their face, biting their bottom lip between his teeth to draw blood. It was such a sweet taste against his lips that he had to lick it all up to make sure he savored every drop. Their panicked expression was so adorable that he couldn't help but smile down at them as blood rushed to his cheeks, turning his face red with desire.
"Don't look away, Darling," he sang as his hand trailed over their stomach, rubbing small circles in the same spot pooling with heat before he drifted upward to grope at their breasts. "Don't you want to see how well your body's been trained? I doubt that human partner of yours could even satisfy you after the heaven you've experienced."
He said human like it was a dirty word; like they weren't also human. Like he wasn't enjoying every sickening squelch of their very human body being violated by his brother or the bouncing of their tits as he forced his firm cock into them over and over again and their comparably small body was forced to endure the constant slap of his hips against theirs.
A strained croak dryly snaked out of their throat as they tried to speak. Their tongue felt so very heavy as they opened their mouth to speak. "Sto-"
Before the word was fully out, someone clamped a hand over their mouth.
Satan's brilliant green eyes peered down at them with a smirk, lidded and pressed tight. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." He slipped two fingers past their lips to grasp onto their tongue. "After all, we want to hear you scream more for us, so removing this would be unfortunate."
Their teeth scraped against Satan's fingers as the taste of salt and copper flooded their mouth. His fingers reached further back into their throat, curling downward and making them feel like they were going to choke (or maybe puke). All they knew for certain was how all of their muscles tensed up in terror, making the cock inside of them feel so much bigger than it already was.
Between Satan working at their mouth, Asmo's hands squeezing their chest, Belphegor messing with their head, and Beelzebub dragging his cock along their tight walls in his mission to hit every sensitive spot he could, they couldn't hold out any longer. Their legs began to tremble and shake, spasming in Beelzebub's strong grip as their eyes rolled back in their head and they were forced to cum on the cock that wouldn't stop churning up their insides at a brutal pace.
Tears streamed down their face, burning against their cheeks as they silently pleaded for this to be over. Instead, it got worse. Beelzebub's hips bucked against them more quickly, disregarding the clear bruises he was starting to leave in their skin.
"Pu-h." Please. They tried to beg one last time for mercy, for the brothers to stop before they betrayed their precious human's trust and love anymore than they already had, but their words were lost between their grotesque sobbing and around Satan's fingers.
It wasn't until they felt Beelzebub's strokes start to grow fast and shallow before stopping that the horror truly sunk in, though. When the sensation of him filling them up with hot liquid finally hit them, they couldn't help but weep.
A hand gently reached up to brush away their tears. "Shhhh. None of that now," Asmodeus coo'd. "If you exhaust yourself by crying, how do you ever expect to make it through the night?"
Their eyes widened in horror at the implication; a horror that became all too real as Beelzebub withdrew his fat cock from their abused hole and they felt a new one align against their entrance.
"We promise," Belphegor said, "whoever the father of your baby is, we'll all love it as much as we do you. Isn't that better than whatever some random human could give you?"
Baby?
"They won't have a choice," Satan added. "After all, I doubt their partner will tolerate finding out they cheated."
This wasn't cheating.
"What a pathetic waste of existence," Asmodeus spoke as he messaged their chest with a firm grip. "But don't worry, Darling ~ We would never treat you like that. We'll always love you, just the same as your body will always love and need us."
This wasn't love.
Whoever was nestled between their legs now (they dared not look) finally pushed forward, parting their slick, messy folds as the head of his cock sank inside of them and pushed against all the cum already flooding their cunt.
They screamed and cried around Satan's fingers as a new person began to rhythmically buck his hips forward.
Even with all the fear running through them, they couldn't help but notice how heavy their eyelids were starting to feel. Belphegor rubbed his index and middle fingers on either side of their temples in much the way one would soothe a headache and it felt relaxing despite how much adrenaline was pumping through their veins.
"You need to relax or else you'll stress out the baby." His eyes closed and theirs soon followed. "You must be so tired after today, so let us take care of everything while you rest."
Sleep sounded so good right now.
"I promise that nothing but good dreams like this one await."
They couldn't even think a terrible thought about the brothers who had betrayed their trust one final time before sleep overtook them and they passed out. They certainly couldn't even feel how they had cum around the new cock violating them as Belphegor's magical sleep settled into their every nerve.
The sun poured through the slits in their blinds and they woke up to that blinding light feeling like they hadn't gotten a minute of rest. It had been like that the last month or so, but recently they'd also started developing an ache in their hips and a throbbing in their head to go with it.
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Crimson Stains and Ribbons
bully!eddie Munson x fem!reader / third person oc(?)
Tried to use the name (Julia) as little as possible so it could feel more like an x reader.
Warnings: blood, mention of an oc’s name (not mine) a few times. Eddie is kinda a meanie. Eddie is kinda OOC a bit??
Summary: Eddie is jealous of Gareth's charming, cute, girly cousin that gets a lot of attention. He bullies her because he is a brat and assumes she's like a basic popular girl. Ends in fluff.
Word Count: 2,800
Request from @decadenttrashcookiehero .
Her dress swayed as she walked through the empty cafeteria with Gareth by her side. Eddie’s head perked up when he heard the heavy double doors slam shut, eyebrows raising at this familiar person. She was that new girl in his English class, always wearing cute dresses with a ribbon of a different color in her hair everyday. She was always smiling and talking with someone, especially the boys who were constantly scooting their chairs over to her and sweet talking her up.
“Hey guys- This is my cousin, Julia.” Gareth introduces her.
The rest of the group greeted her warmly and began to chat amongst themselves. Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the group all huddled together, feeling left out as they all laughed and the girl giggled. Yeah, of course she’d suck up all the attention.
She waved to him, awkwardly looking away when he only blankly looked at her, muttering his name and moving his eyes back down to his notebook.
He ignored her presence for the remainder of their hellfire meeting as she sat at the far corner of the stage, nose shoved into a book. And, as expected, everyone pulled her into another conversation when their meeting ended, him excluded (yet he didn’t even try to join in).
He groaned when she slid into the desk in front of him the next morning, hair splayed across her back and that stupid ribbon holding half of her hair up.
The teacher clapped her hands together to grab everyone’s attention.
“Alright, we will be in pairs for this short project. You should be able to finish it in a couple days.”
She walked up to each row, pointing to the students who will be partners.
The girl stiffened when the teacher pointed to her and then Eddie, hearing him loudly sigh. She definitely chose the wrong seat today.
She turned around, smiling shyly before offering a topic for their assignment only to get a stoic nod from him.
“Why don’t we just work on it this weeke-”
“No can do, got band practice with the boys.” He looked away from her, picking at his fingernails.
“We could just work on it at his house, and you can practice after?” She recommended as she began to pack her pencils into her rose printed case.
Eddie put his thumb to his chin, feigning deep thought.
"I guess so. Be there right after school. I'm sure you'd like to get this done as much as me." He slapped his hands on the desk and stood as the bell rang, ignoring the way her lips turned downwards.
"Oh and, uh- rosy? You can get the poster board."
"My name is Jul-"
"You can get the poster board." He blankly repeated, huffing when a student came over to your desk to ask if you wanted to go to lunch together.
“Wow.” He rolled his eyes, brushing past her and leaving the classroom.
She sat in Gareth's garage on an old milk crate, watching as her cousin went ape shit on his drum set. Her smile quickly disappeared when Eddie's van pulled up. The boys greeted him and he brightly greeted them back, walking past her as if she weren't there.
"uhm… Eddie? We should start now." She shifted on her feet and picked at a loose thread on her dress.
He sighed, showing that she was clearly wasting his time, before following her into Gareth's living room.
"So I started some research during lunch… got quite a lot done actu-"
"Then why am I here?" He scoffed as he crossed his legs on the coffee table.
She clenched her jaw, losing her patience at his attitude.
“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” She slammed her notebook down, receiving an amused look from him.
“What? You mad that I’m not fawning over you like everyone else?” He snorted and grabbed the notebook and the pencil that was still in her hand, writing down some notes.
She glared at him, eyes scanning over his face and watching as he focused on whatever he was writing. He was right- she was mad that he didn't like her very much. She never did anything to make him act this way, and he was being a brat.
He stiffened when she scooted closer to him, her knee touching his thigh, as she leaned forward to look at what he was writing. Shockingly, he was doing the assignment, and over the course of the most awkward 10 minutes of silence he had written a bit.
“You like this creative writing class, huh?” She spoke. He only hummed in response, hand quickly writing across the paper and smudging the pencil lead in its path. He’s a lefty?
“Did you want me to leave this part to you then.. I could just start designing the pos-“
“You’re making me lose my train of thought, so- hush.” Eddie waved his hand at her as he looked through his eyelashes.
“Asshole..” She groaned and moved to sit on the floor as she started on the poster.
His eyes would flick over to her every once and a while. He almost started to feel bad, but would then remember that she’s probably just as stuck up as the popular kids that tortured him. Her kindness was probably fake… right?
An hour later after minimal small talk over the assignment, he got bored. He finished his part, which was basically more than half of the project since he got carried away, and started to bob his leg.
“Can you stop that?” She asked kindly, which pissed him off.
“Nope.” He began to move faster.
Eddie’s jaw dropped in shock when she slapped his knee playfully and laughed.
His heart clenched a bit and he cleared his throat, moving to look over her shoulder.
“You should redo that, it looks weird.” He pointed to a cutely designed diagram to the top right of the poster. It didn’t look dumb, but he just had to say something.
“R-really..?” She furrowed her eyebrows, a hurt expression on her face as she looked up at him, his curls brushing the side of her head.
He opened his mouth to make a cocky remark but instantly felt bad. The look she was giving him…
“Uh, no..just kidding. Rosy, give me your pencil case.” He avoided her eyes as he pointed to the case and began to grab some colored pencils out of it.
“Eddie, my name is not Rosy. Where did you even get that from?” She gave him an annoyed look.
He shrugged as he colored in some stuff, pointing to the rose print on her pencil case.
“Oh..”
She looked at his side profile and blushed.
"What? Can I help you?" He snapped at her.
"Wha- no.. No, sorry." She blinked a few times and shook her head.
His eyes narrowed at her and moved to her hair, pulling the ribbon out and dangling it in front of her face.
"Why do you even wear these things?" He flicked it at her face.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, missing when he grabbed the ribbon and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket.
"Eddie, why don't you stop paying so much attention to everything I do, hm?" She bit back at him, masking how hurt she was.
He didn't say anything for the rest of their remaining hour.
"It's almost 6, gonna go practice with the band now." Eddie stood up and stretched his hands above his head, not missing the way her eyes looked at his exposed skin.
She nodded as he brushed by her, knocking her pencil case off the table.
"Oops." He snickered at her before disappearing down the hall to the garage.
She wanted to grab every writing utensil she had and whip it at the back of his head, but decided to kill him with kindness instead.
After she made some lemonade she walked into the garage, sweetly handing it to the boys and giving Eddie the kindest smile she could muster up. He looked at it like it was poison, shaking his head and turning away- stopping abruptly when she placed a hand on his arm.
"But I made it for you.. Eddie." She batted her eyelashes at him.
He raised his eyebrows and gave her an amused smile.
"Awe.. all for me, hun? Too bad your effort was wasted." He grabbed the cup from her and set it down.
She pursed her lips and scowled up at him, crossing her arms across her chest and pouting when he laughed at her and turned away.
"Hey guys, me and Julia are gonna go skating tomorrow if you wanna come?" Gareth offered.
Her jaw dropped as she glared at her cousin, stomach twisting as Eddie mischievously smirked at her.
"You know, I would LOVE to go Gareth." He said as he packed his guitar away in its case.
Her lips turned down, suddenly wanting to come up with an excuse as to why she can't go.
"Great! I'll see you guys tomorrow around 1?"
The boys agreed in unison and Eddie walked toward her, reaching to grab a cord.
"I hope you don't think this is a date, Rosy. As fucking if." He whispered in her ear before pulling away, waving to the boys as he trotted to his van.
The entire ride to the roller skating rink was agonizing. She felt like she wanted to throw up, dreading the moment she would have to be around Eddie again. She drove as slow as she could, though that didn’t help. Eddie was already rolling his eyes the moment she walked in, Gareth's arm over her shoulders and laughing at something Jeff had said.
She took a deep breath before walking right up to him.
“You skated before, Eddie?” She asked sweetly.
He snorted at her.
“Plenty of times, have YOU skated before, Rosy?” He raised one eyebrow at her, watching a light blush creep across her face.
“Plenty.” She mumbled before going over to the roller skate counter.
She hung around Jeff most of the time. He’d never been skating before and she had offered to help him, slinging his arm around her shoulders to keep him steady. Eddie had come up behind her, ripping the now lilac bow from her hair and cackling when she almost lost your balance. She mouthed a “fuck you” as he smirked, skating backwards as he flipped her off.
“What’s his deal? Jeez.” Jeff mumbled, wobbling before steadying himself on her shoulder.
She shrugged as her eyes stayed on Eddie, watching as his hair flew around with each sharp turn he took, going up to younger kids and scaring the shit out of them.
She got distracted talking with Jeff, giggling at a story he told her of when Gareth got mad and stabbed his snare drum with his drumstick last summer.
“I never knew he could ever get so mad-“
Eddie came up behind her, knocking his skate behind hers and making her fall down. Jeff almost fell down with her but managed to catch her arm fast enough so her head didn’t hit the floor.
“Eddie!” She shrieked, wincing as her knee cracked against the hardwood floor.
He was doubled over as he laughed before he noticed some blood soaking through her dress where her knee was. His eyes widened as he gulped.
“Rosy-” He quickly skated up to her, bending down to pull her up.
“Stop fucking calling me that!” She roughly threw his arm away from her.
His heart ached when he saw tears in her eyes, glaring at him with hate as she held onto Jeff when he pulled her up.
“Why don’t you sit down.” Jeff softly said as she winced, motioning to the tables on the other side of the barrier.
“I wanna keep skat-”
“Woah woah, absolutely not.” Eddie interjected, stepping closer to her to grab her other arm.
“I’m sorry, do I need your permission?” She spat at him, voice laced with venom.
“I've never seen her be like this..” Gareth whispered to Jeff, which Eddie heard.
His lips turned down. He deserved it, he knew, she was giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Eddie noticed a small trail of blood dripping under the hem of her dress. He ignored her protests, waving off the boys as he pulled her off the rink and over to a secluded corner. She crossed her arms when he sat her down, huffing dramatically and looking away from him.
“You’re a real meanie, you know that?” She mumbled, head still turned from him.
She let him lift her leg and pull her dress just above her knee, settling it over his lap and grabbing napkins from the middle of the table to wipe away the blood. He cringed at the wound.
“You’re a really good skater.. thought you’d catch yourself..” He mumbled as he tied his bandana around her knee, blowing his hair from his face so he could peek at her face.
“Yeah, well not when someone purposely trips me!” She faced him, eyes sad.
“Why do you hate me so much, Munson?” Her voice was low as she watched his fingers play with the bandana.
“I don’t hate you.” He sighed.
“You make fun of my dresses.”
“Yeah well, I’m full of shit. They’re really cute-”
“And you always pull my ribbons out.”
“I’ve kept each one-”
“You refused the lemonade I made for you-”
“I took it home, Rosy.”
She looked at him with shock, eyebrows pinching in confusion.
“You’re really mean to me.” She flatly said.
“And I thought I actually liked you. You used to be kind of nice to me in our writing class.” Her voice was barely audible.
Eddie choked on his spit as his eyes widened at her.
“I.. fuck. Really?”
She didn’t respond.
“I guess I was trying to push aside a little crush that was forming…? I was drowning in denial. I mean, you get attention from so many people- why would I bother crushing over someone that wouldn’t return those feelings.” He ran a hand through hair hair, puffing out a breath of air.
“You’re more stupid than I thought.” She jeered.
“Ouch.” He nervously laughed.
She stared at him, eyes glazed over as he pulled the purple ribbon from his pocket.
“I’ll stop being a brat now, okay? I’m sorry. Really, I am.” He looked at her with those big brown eyes.
She wanted to stay mad at him but couldn’t ignore the flutter in her chest. She chewed the inside of her lip as she looked back, trying to find any sincerity, and there was.
“A crush, huh?” She smirked, giggling at the way he rolled his eyes and turned his head away from her.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Eddie playfully dismissed her before grinning.
“I’ll give this back-” he held up the ribbon “when you let me take you on a date.”
“Pffft.. seriously? As fucking if..” She narrowed her eyes, mocking what he had said a day prior and hiding a smile as he pouted.
“Okay, I deserved that.” He nudged her shoulder playfully before moving her leg so he could take off his skates and stand up. “Anywhere you want, Princess.”
“Well, seeing how you stained my new dress, I don’t wanna walk around like this.” She pointed down to the bright crimson stain.
“I’ll buy you a new one. Let’s go.” He held out a hand and nudged his head toward the exit.
She looked at him in disbelief.
“Eddie, you don’t need to buy me a new dre-”
“I want to, you always look so cute in them.” He shyly smiled at her as he bent down and took her skates off. “Forgot about these.” He mumbled.
Eddie helped her stand, frowning when she winced as she put weight on her injured knee.
“Oh no.. looks like I have to carry you.” He grinned.
“Absolutely not!” She pushed his arms away when he went to swoop her up and struggled against his grip.
“Okay, either you let me carry you..or…” he looked into her eyes, faces only inches apart. “Or.. you let me kiss you.” He blurted out, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Her mouth fell open, heat spreading across her face and to her ears.
“Wha- what!? That’s..” She sputtered.
“You have about 5 seconds to decide or I’ll decide for you.” He mischievously grinned down at her.
She gaped, eyes shifting between his eyes and lips before he dipped his head down and deeply kissed her, pulling back with a loud smack sound. He softly smiled as he nudged his nose against hers before standing up straight.
“I choose both.” He nodded matter of factly.
Her eyes were wide in shock, unable to speak as he swooped her up.
“Your chariot awaits, Princess!”
“E-Eddie!” She smacked at his arm and wriggled around. “Our shoes!!”
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