got a message today from our dramaturg asking if she should call me kit in the press release & program and ;w; guess we‘re making it official now!!! ✨✨✨✨

exes with benefits | lip gallagher

inspired by: olivia rodrigo's "bad idea, right?" (2023)

wc: 1.83k | nav post mae note: okay i hate the ending of this so if anyone else hates it please lmk and i will adjust it because ugh i changed it like three times and it still feels... meh? idk i feel like i need to make a part two (if people even like this??)

rating: 18+ post, minors dni. :-) content warnings: fem!reader / afab!reader, unwrapped p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), kinda public sex??, exes hooking up, plot with little plot, unsettled ending lmfao, fem!fingering, oral (f recieving) bc lets be honest lip is a munch, brief mention of reader wearing panties/a bra

House parties were never really your "scene".

The chaos and uncertaintiy of whose house you're even in, the smell of colognes and perfumes and sweat, the alcohol being mixed together in plastic cups that are discarded on the floor later that smell like Disneyland if it wasn't cleaned in a month-. Every part of a house party sounds awful. So, why are you standing in one now?

Well, your friend Lauren would be the reason why. Work had been a bitch for her recently - her words not yours - and you had gone through a breakup recently, prompting her to suggest a girl's night out. How you ended up at a house party from the crappy bar she dragged you to in downtown Chicago was beyond you.

"C'mon! This is totally gonna distract you from Lippy and all the drama he brought. To being single!" Lauren drunkingly cheers as she holds up her plastic cup of (you're sure) three different kinds of alcohol. You hold up your glass of water barely, running a hand over your face. "Yeah, can we not announce that?" You ask.

Two seconds later, she's giggling with a guy leading her up the stairs. You sigh, turning to go get some fresh air when there he stands. Lip Gallagher. Your freshly appointed ex-boyfriend. Or Lippy, as Lauren refers to him.

You and Lip had dated for two years, but you'd known him since you were kids. Your relationship was perfect, until one night. When he called you clingy, a bitch - this was of course after not talking to you for almost a whole week. You told him that night you were done with him. That he could call when he figured himself out.

He didn't call. It'd been a month.

It doesn't feel real that time has passed that quickly, because part of you is still stuck in his bedroom. Right where he left you. A lesson well learned.

"Hi." He says, as he stares at you. You stare right back.

"Hi." You manage to get out, clearing your throat. "I have to go-"

"Wait. Can we talk, please?" He asks, walking over to you, a hand on your arm as he whispers to you. The world stops for a pause before you nod. "Fine." You agree.

You let him lead you upstairs into an empty room, taking it in. It looks to be a guest bedroom, few decorations other then picture frames with the "welcome to our home" and flower vases on the nightstands.

"Welcome to my hell" would be a better fit.

"Why are we avoiding each other like this? You've been my best friend since I was fucking ten years old, I don't want us to lose each other like this." He says as you sit on the edge of the bed, taking note of the floral bedspread. "We already lost each other, Lip. A long time ago." You point out.

"Don't do this shit, don't be all cryptic." He rolls his eyes as you stand right back up, almost giving yourself whiplash. But that's disregarded when every memory floods back to you.

"Oh my God! What the hell do you want from me, Lip, huh? You want me to just forget every single thing you said to me? Or maybe you want me to just forget how you avoided me like the damn plague for a week before you finally did call me just to blow up at me and tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore. You can't go from telling me I was your favorite person to telling me you think I'm a bitch. And I can’t even look at my favorite person anymore, so what the fuck do you expect me to do?" You burst out, turning away from him, staring out the window.

It's silent for what feels like an eternity before you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind. "I don't want to lose you. I- I haven't been me since you left. Please." He isn't sure what he's even begging for from you, but his voice is soft enough where you feel yourself wanting to give in.

This was a bad idea, right? After all, he was your ex. But you're both mature adults, can't two people reconnect? You'd only see him as a friend this time, it wasn't like he had to be something more.

You sigh as you push his arms off, walking for the door, waiting for a moment before locking it. You turn back around to face him, walking over to him and barely grazing his lips with your own to tease him before he kisses you. His hands find themselves on your waist like how he used to put them there when he kissed you like this.

Used. It still doesn't feel real to use parts of your relationship in the past tense. How you used to kiss him, how he used to hold you, how he used to be yours.

You kick your shoes off, and he does the same.

He pushes you back onto the bed, deepening the kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, one hand on your back, the other sliding up your thigh. He knows your body so well, it's almost a science to him. He knows how your body reacts to certain touches. Certain places to kiss to make you giggle. Parts of your body that if he touches them, your back arches or you naturally move closer to them.

Like right now. His hand teasing around your sex, not quite touching where you so desperately want him.

His mouth only parts from yours to begin kissing down your jaw, then onto your neck. Finding solace there, he makes a mark on your pulse point, low moans erupting from you. Hands running through disheveled curls.

His hand finally reaches your cunt, and you hear him groan at the wetness growing on your panties. He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod desperately in return, not sure what he’s planning in that genius brain of his.

He removes your shirt so he can kiss your chest. Then your bottoms, leaving you in only your bra and panties. A finger slides those panties to the side, and he lets out another groan as he slides the digit past your slick folds, and you let out a gasp in return. You give a little tug to his hair and he almost moans at it, which you make a mental note of.

He thrusts his finger out, at a torturously slow pace, all while kissing down your body. You quickly realize when he grins up at you what he wants to do. What he feels he needs to do. You give him a nod of your approval, moans still flooding out.

He stops thrusting and removes his finger, only to replace it with his tongue. Sucking and kissing your clit, sliding his tongue in you while his hands run over skin on your thighs. You bite on your hand just to muffle your moans from the still active party outside, just as his nose bumps your clit.

“Shit, Lip. I'm close- fuck..” You whine as he laps desperately at your sex, and you can feel his smirk. "Language. Let go for me, baby, please." He requests softly, rubbing tiny circles on your clit.

You don't last long after that.

He lets your climax drip down your thighs, grinning to himself as he watches, feeling some of it on his jaw. "Need to feel you, please, Lip." You beg, and he frees himself from his boxers. Giving himself a few strokes before he lines himself up with his enterance. "You ready, sweet angel?" He asks, pressing his forehead against yours and lightly trailing slobbery kisses down your cheek before connecting to your lips. You pull away only after a second, whispering a soft "yes, please" before you're kissing his jaw in anticipation.

He groans, inserting himself past your now damp folds, thrusting gently in and out. He watches as his dick is swallowed by your cunt, your walls fluttering around him like it’s a familiar friend coming back.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure why he pushed you away. Maybe he let the negative thoughts that you were too good for him take over. Maybe it was just the Gallagher thing to do.

But he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Your moan brings him back to reality, hands on his shoulders as he finds a new position to fuck deeper into you, and he finds himself groaning as your nails dig into his skin. You quickly learn by the way his dick twitches he enjoys that.

And he learns by the way your walls squeeze around him you like it when he hits that spot in you. The spot that makes your head feel blurry, the spot that replaces every thought with his name. The spot that makes moans come out of you, the spot that makes the familiar heat in your belly grow.

“Fuck, Lip, I’m gonna-” Your words are cut off when he hits that spot again, even with a new angle. His forehead pressed against yours, sweat connecting with sweat. “Shit angel, you were just made for me. Pretty pussy just missed me, huh?” His words slur from the pleasure clouding his senses.

Your moans and mixtures of his name are more of an answer for him. The room smelled like sex, sound of skin slapping against skin filled it. He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he rubbed small circles on your aching clit, and he feels the familiar white heat pouring out of your cunt.

He doesn’t last long, burying his seed deep in you. Swallowing your whines and moans as he pulls out, only breaking the kiss to stare at you, both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath. Watch your eyes having a silent conversation with his.

He lays down beside you. He watches as you run a hand over your face, and he decides to wash you both up. Returning with a damp washcloth, he helps get you cleaned up and setting your clothes on the end of the bed.

“So, uhm..” He tries to think of a conversation starter, and you shake your head, holding a hand up. “We shouldn’t have done this.” You whisper, frowning as you grab your clothes, slowly redressing yourself.

“You don’t have to go. We can go back to your place or mine and we can just talk.” You don’t realize he’s begging rather than requesting. This can’t be how you and him say goodbye after seeing each other again for the first time.

"I can't do this, Lip." You point out as you fight to get your shoes on.

You’d only see him as a friend.. biggest lie you ever said.

"I love you." He says. "I was an idiot for not saying it before so I'm saying it now. I'm in love with you and I always will be."

Definetly a lie now.

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religious trauma but make it gay

masterlist

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!Reader

summary ✦ Bella was your childhood best friend. The one person you felt like you could tell anything. So you do exactly that, coming out to them when you two were still young. Only for Bella to push you away. What happens when they show up at your work several years later?

word count ✦ 3,500ish

authors note ✦ I’m so in love with Bella Ramsey and there’s barely nothing out there. So I took it upon myself lmao hope y’all enjoy!!! Also I’ve never written for a real person so I hope this ok request for Bella open bc I’m a simp rn

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!!

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several years ago

“I think I’m gay.” You admit to your childhood best friend, Bella. The two of you sat in the school yard, parked under a tree.

“What?” She asks, forcing you to repeat the statement you’ve been trying to find the courage to say for months now.

“I think I like girls.” You further explain.

“That’s a sin. You can’t like girls.” Bella spits, bringing tears to you eyes.

“Bella-“ You say their name, letting the tears fall as they interrupt you.

“It’s a sickness, you can get help. My pastor will know exactly what to do.” She says, entirely seriously. Taking your hands in theirs, you quickly push them way. You can’t believe what your hearing.

“I don’t need help. I needed my friend to be there for me.” You stand up from the floor, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

“I don’t think-“ Bella hesitates.

“I don’t think we can be friends anymore.” Her words tremble like their unsure as they come out.

“I knew you were religious but this takes it to a whole another level.” You croak before leaving Bella sat alone under that tree. Part of you thought they’d come back, apologize to you after some time passed. That never happened, ten years of friendship over because of you opened your mouth about your sexuality. At the time you regretted saying anything at all, wishing you had just kept it bottled up inside.

The worst part was when their mother called a couple weeks after the incident basically outing you, offering your mother her pastors number. To your surprise your mom politely declined, she accepted you fully for who you were. It was a bit awkward at first at home but eventually everything went back to normal. That summer you attended your first Pride Parade and felt so seen that the coming school year you came out publicly. Considering the two of you were in the same grade you still saw them around, although never speaking to them again.

After a few years Bella landed her first huge roll in Game of Thrones, leaving your guys hometown behind. You didn’t have to see her face around anymore. Part of you happy for them but sad you couldn’t be in their life to support them. Only to remember they never supported you when you need them most.

present day

It had been several years since you came out, now living your most authentic life. Since then you had a few relationships, nothing too serious. Normally only lasting a few months before breaking up. You had graduated high school, started college shortly after. You got into the college you’d been dreaming of and the major you always imagined yourself as. Your college was a few hours from your home town so you occasionally saw people from there at your part time job. A couple days a week you were a barista at this cute little coffee shop right on the corner of the busiest street.

“What can I get you?” You ask blindly, going through the motions of a transaction.

“Y/N?” The voice on the other side of the counter asks, causing you to look up from the cash register. Looking up you’re greeted by the girl who you hadn’t seen since that depressing day. The day you lost your best friend.

“I can’t believe you work here.” They say, their voice warm.

“Yup.” You say flatly.

“What can I get you?” You ask, trying to quicken this interaction.

“The film I’m working on is filming just down the street for the next few weeks. I’ve been trying to find you for years, you have like no social media.” They admit, completely disregarding your attempt to not make small talk.

“Can I get you something?” You asks again, uninterested in what they have to say.

“Damn I deserve that.” They sigh before muttering off their order and paying. He walks over to the pick up area and you start making their drink. Every time you look up from your work they’re already staring. You can’t help but look too, they’ve changed so much. You’ve seen things about them online and people from your home town loved to talk about the girl who made it big. Always asking, “Didn’t you used to be friends with Bella?”

Once you’re done with their drink, you walk over to where they stand and set their drink down on the counter.

“Y/N wait.” They plead before you can turn your back to them. Against your better judgment you stop, briefly making eye contact. Saying nothing but signaling with your eyes to speak.

“I’m so sorry. I know what I did was shitty. I haven’t stopped thinking about that day since. While I’m still in town I’d like to apologize better like take you out or something so we can talk.” They explain, almost rambling their words.

“I understand if you don’t want to but here’s my phone number. Consider giving me a call or a text or anything, please.” They smile reassuringly pleading with you one last time, passing you a small folded up paper. They leave the coffee shop, drink in hand. You catch your self watching them leave, mind wandering on what you’re gonna do with their number.

Part of you wants to throw it away. An even bigger part of you wants to find out what would happened if you contacted Bella. Maybe their viewpoints have changed, it’s the least you can hope for. Against your better judgement you slip the small piece of paper in your phone case, deciding you’ll worry about it later. The rest of the work day is slow, painfully slow. Nothing to keep your mind distracted from thinking about Bella.

—

“I should be good, if you’re ready to take off.” Your coworker speaks, disrupting your spiraling thoughts.

“Okay,” is all you can say before rushing to clock out. Grabbing your belongings and thanking your coworker before leaving.

Once home you reach for the folded up piece of paper that’s been living in your phone case all day. You hesitate for a few moments before finally mustering up the courage to open it. All that is reads is their phone number, nothing else. You’re not sure how long your sat there staring at the piece of paper but eventually you decide to just shoot them a text.

you: hey it’s y/n

You don’t hear anything back that night. You stay up later then normal stressing about the entire situation. Imagining that it was all some elaborate set up, Bella’s sat up laughing at how stupid you could be to think that they’d want apologize.

The next morning arrives, your alarm goes off bright and early. You have a long day of classes ahead of you. You rush getting ready, picking out the most basic clothes you own. Not it the mood to try, exhausted from the lack of sleep from Bella’s sudden return to your life.

“Girl you good?” A girl you had always been friendly towards in your nine am class asks. You can never remember her name.

“It’s it that obvious?” You let out an exasperated laugh.

“No offense. Your just usually all dolled up and suddenly you look not dolled up. You just look tired.” She laughs.

“Dolled up?” You ask, curiously. For the first time truly noticing the girl who’s always sat near you.

“Yeah you always got them eye lashes and stuff. Not that you don’t look cute today, you always look cute.” They explain poorly. You can’t help but laugh at their way to describe makeup.

“Too tired this morning. Thanks I think?” You smile, she smiles back before the professor walks in and starts class. For a brief moment you forget about the lack of response from Bella. Too busy thinking about the attractive person who low-key just flirted with you. Only for that to be quickly forgotten when your phone vibrates from your pocket. You slyly pull it out laying it flat on your desk, where the professor can’t see. It is Bella, you catch yourself smiling at her name popping up. Stopping yourself immediately from having that type of reaction.

Bella: hey sorry I didn’t respond sooner super late work day only to wake up even earlier to work some more but I have tomorrow off so can we please get together

You decide you’ll respond but make them wait, not nearly as long as you waited. But you’ll stick it to them, make them wait till your out of class. The rest of the period is spent mentally drafting your response. Are you really after all these years ready to meet up with Bella? Maybe.

When class is over you shove all your belongings your bag, rushing to leave so you can send your text. Only to be stopped by that girl from before.

“What class do you have next?” She asks.

“Uhm,” You have to think about it for a moment too distracted by the phone burning a hole in your pocket.

“English in Butcher Hall at one.” You blurt out once you can remember. Normally you either go back to your dorm, grab lunch or study in the library. Today you had planned on going back to your dorm, knowing you weren’t going to be capable of studying.

“Dope. You wanna get lunch or something? I don’t have class till 1 too.” They explain, a smile on their face.

“Oof,” You say aloud, regrettably. The laugh almost as if they’re confused.

“I totally would but I got stuff I have to do before my next class.” You explain, sort of lying. Unsure why your lying just so you can hurriedly respond to Bella.

“That’s fine. Another time maybe?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You smile before walking off, back to your dorm room. They wave goodbye as you leave. When your out of their reach, you pull your phone out and type your message.

you: tomorrow works, I have one class in the morning. I’ll be done around noon. After that is ok

bella: sounds good wanna grab lunch at one?

you: yeah

Bella responds in a short time, sending you the address of a restaurant you never heard of before. You decide not respond anymore, deciding that any talking that needs to be done can be done tomorrow.

—

You had woken up early enough to actually get ready today. Or “dolled up” as the girl from your class would say. Thankfully you didn’t have that class with her today, knowing you couldn’t handle that along with all that is already going on.

After class, you walk quickly back to you dorm. Using the hour you have to dress cuter, fixing up your makeup. Mentally preparing yourself for the conversation that is about to be had. You pull up the address Bella gave you and it’s a cute little Italian restaurant. That’s always been your favorite, for long as you can remember. You wonder for a moment if they remember or if it’s just a coincidence. The drive is short, too nervous to listen to music. Letting your inner dialogue fill the silence. You park near the front door, looking down at the clock on your dash and you have a few minutes to spear. You phone goes off and it’s Bella.

bella: I’m here just let the hostess know your here to see me

All of a sudden it all starts to feel real. Your going to be having lunch with Bella after several years of no contact after coming out to them. It’s not too late to back out, you think for a moment. You have too though, you’ve made it this far. It’s a quick walk from your car to the door, you let yourself in. Greeted by a girl at the hostess desk.

“Hello!” The hostess beams.

“Hi I’m here to meet with Bella.” You explain.

“Right this way,” She smiles grabbing a menu and leading you towards the back of the restaurant where it’s more secluded. Pass the view of the back of the hostess head you can see Bella sat, scrolling through their phone. The sight of them biting their nails, puts some of your worries at ease. Knowing that they’re just as nervous makes this a little easier. Bella looks up from their phone, smiling brightly at you when they notice you.

“You still like Italian?” They ask.

“Yeah I do.” You smile because they remembered.

“I’m so glad you actually showed up.” Bella says examining you.

“After what I did I always thought you’d want nothing to do with me forever.” They explain, you quickly notice them fiddling with the table cloth.

“I’m so sorry.” They say now with a bit of sadness to their voice. Your not entirely ready to forget what happened but the sight of them is tempting you to forgive them on the spot.

“You know you haven’t grown much?” You tease as an attempt to lighten the situation.

“What?” They ask confused.

“You’ve always been so short and that hasn’t changed. You’ve cut all your hair off, I like it.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“We’ll when everyone is old and looks old I’ll still look young.” They laugh, you can tell they’re finally beginning to relax.

“Plus in my line of work it’s a plus. I can continue to play younger roles as I age.” They explain. Which leads to you asking them what they’re in town filming for. The conversation begins to flow smoothly, smiles never leaving either of your faces. You two order and wait for the food to come over. When the conversation eventually lulls, Bella’s face is screaming like she has something she wants to say but can’t get it out. You eyes dart to their fingers that anxiously fidget with the utensils in from of them.

“It’s okay,” You reassure them resting your hand on theirs. You feel them relax under your touch.

“I’m gay.” They spit out.

“Really?” You ask.

“Which is why I reacted the way I did when you told me. I’ve always had feelings for… women. I was raised to believe that it was wrong. I struggled internalized homophobia for years only recently coming to terms with my sexuality. I was so scared at the time.” Bella admits, your hand still rests on theirs. They look to you like they’re waiting for a response.

“I forgive you.” You respond.

“I would of done this sooner. Your just not the easiest person to find.”

“It’s fine Bella. Just promise we’ll stay in touch now, okay?”

“I promise.”

—

They did exactly that. For the rest of their time in town, when ever your schedules aligned you two we’re together. Or they would find any excuse to leave set and stop by for a quick visit when you were working. Getting to know each other all over again, you couldn’t help it forming a crush on them. They made you so happy, the most comfortable you felt around someone in forever. You finally got your Bella back.

Only for her to have to leave you after a few weeks. Her film was moving locations so they’d be several hours away. It was only for a month but you were so torn up about it. They had promised as soon as that month was over, they’d be back in your home town and visiting you as much as possible.

It was a bit awkward when that girl form your class kept making the moves on you. One day your finally let them down gently. It was entirely because of the slight chance with Bella you thought you might have.

You finally got your Bella back only to have separate again. This time though, you were friends. That month was spent on face time calls when ever you got the chance. Always waking up to good morning texts and not going to sleep until you two had a chance to talk on the phone. You can’t remember the last time you had smiled so much. Always checking you phone, biggest smile on your lips. All because of Bella.

—

one month later

“I missed you.” Bella says, wrapping you in a hug. Their head resting in your shoulder, breathing in your aroma.

“I missed you, more.” You tease. You feel them laugh in your embrace before pulling away.

“I may have got me an air bnb for a week or so.”

“Really? I thought this was just a weekend kind of thing.” You say, biting your lip trying your best not to smile too hard. Originally you couldn’t help but be upset when Bella flight was delayed, their 10 am arrival turned into 5 pm. You had thought half your time with them was wasted.

“We’ll you were wrong.”

“I’m glad.” You laugh, following them to your car. Helping them load their luggage. Bella pulls up her maps app and types in the location of the air bnb. You drive, listening to Bella talk about everything that had happened in the last month of filming.

“You’re so cute when you talk about your job.” You respond, letting the word cute slip out.

“What do you mean?” They ask.

“You’re cute. Do I really need to elaborate?”

“I guess not.” They smile. The rest of the car ride is filled with a comfortable silence.

Eventually you two arrive at their temporary home for the week or so. You help Bella unload and follow them to the door, watching as they unlock the lock box that has the house key inside. They open the door for you, you walk inside.

“Wow this place is so nice.” You awe at the beauty of the living room.

“You think this is nice? Come look at the back yard.” Bella leads you to the back yard, it’s so beautiful. Plants everywhere and jacuzzi, wishing suddenly you had brought a swim suit.

“Wow.” You say aloud, noticing the large hanging chair. Big enough for multiple people. It hangs over the deck, with the perfect view of the nature behind the house. Without hesitation you climb into the hanging chair, Bella watches you amused. You let out a screech when it move from your weight. Eventually you fall on your back, looking up at the stars. Bella continues to watch you, enjoying the view of you enjoying yourself.

“Are you not going to join me?” You speak up.

“I guess so.” You laugh at their attempt to climb up, their attempt causing it to swing and sends Bella landing closer to you than they had originally intended. When you didn’t pull away, they didn’t either. The two of you, sit in silence staring up at the starry sky. Eventually Bella is the one to break the silence.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.” You respond, sitting up on your elbows so you can see them better. They begin speaking, not daring to look at you.

“I said I knew Ialways had feelings for women. Like I always knew I liked women. The truth is I had feelings for you. When you said you were gay, I freaked out because my feelings for you could of become a reality. I think that’s the real reason I pushed you away. I knew I couldn’t be in your life as just a friend but also that I wasn’t ready to be out. I don’t if that makes sense and know I’m rambling. I’m sorry.” Bella finally gains the courage to look at you after their words.

“It’s okay.” You smile, biting you lip. Thinking this is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

“So you’re not mad at me?” Bella asks.

“Not at all. The real question though, are those feelings still there?” You ask, curiously. Your tone a little flirty.

“They’ve always been there. Bumping into you only reignited them. Then you actually said yes to meeting up with me, I couldn’t believe it. I still don’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” You laugh before closing the space between you two. Letting your lips kiss Bella’s for the first time. It takes them a moment to fully register what’s happening, shortly kissing you back. Their hands reach for your head pulling you in closer. You’re the one to pull away, needing to catch your breath. That only lasts a few moments before they’re the one initiate the second kiss. The two of you spend a few hours on the hanging chair. Kissing, laughing and talking about anything and everything. Only going inside because it began to rain. That night you guys stayed up so late, some time around 3am Bella asked you to be their girlfriend. You said yes.

Shadows

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Dark Content, NonCon to Con-NonCon, Villain!Kirishima (Blood Riot), Villain!Bakugo (Ground Zero), Rough Sex, Audio Voyeurism, Forced Breeding, A Smidge of Suggested KiriBaku. If I’ve Missed Anything Please Let Me Know! Word Count: 4.1k.

Summary: Blood Riot has a bone to pick with your boyfriend, but neither of you could have guessed it would also help you both indulge in a dark fantasy.

-> This piece contains DARK CONTENT - please heed the warnings <-

A/N: Just a quick thank you to @/kingkatsuki (not tagging bc I don’t want to be a bother 😅) for giving this a little read over a few months ago. Her comments where an invaluable comfort and lead me to re-write this piece with (hopefully) a little more spice. It’s still not as ‘dark’ as I’d like, but I’m trying. Okay, guys 🤣

Having such an incredible person, not only as a fellow writer, but as a friend is honestly more than I could ask for. Jo is one of the most amazingly talented people i’ve ever met and one of the nicest, most encouraging people on this whole damn site to boot. She’s a credit to all of us, the community and the characters she writes for. We’re not worthy of her, truly. Thank you, Jo! 💕

Your keys are clutched in your fist before you even leave the building. The metal is cold against your skin as you readjust your grip, the slender stem of the mortice key sticking out from just below your curled palm. Excitement thrums in your veins.

'Do'ya need me to walk you home?' Your colleague, Mirio, smiles pressing a palm to the glass of the lobby door. He stands aside, letting you pass.

'Best not.' You arc your eyebrows, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, anxious to get going.

'It's just – It's dark and y'know...' He swallows, throat bobbing as he flashes a grin and steps closer lowering his voice to a whisper. '… That villain was seen a few blocks from here. You don't want to risk running into the likes of him on your own.'

You resist the urge to laugh, biting down on your lip hard to stop the chuckle that threatens to bubble up your throat. That, you don't tell him, is exactly what you want. 'I'll be fine.'

'Are you sure?' Pulling a hand from his pocket, Mirio reaches out tapping his fingers against your elbow. 'I'm pretty good company.'

Forcing a smile to your lips, you take a measured step away. 'I'm meeting my boyfriend. I think I'll be fine.'

Instantly, Mirio's face bursts into flames. 'Oh.' He looks at his shoes, then back up again – a faint dusting of rose still clear on his cheeks.

'Well, I should get going then. Make sure you get home safe, yeah?'

'See you next week.' Throwing up a small wave, you turn, not bothering to wait for him to return your pleasantry before you're almost bolding down the road.

It's a nice-enough night. There are a few clouds lingering in the sky, dragged along by a steady breeze that bites at the tips of your elbows and knees. Quiet consumes the street, broken only by the distant hum of a late-night taxi fare and the consistent tap-tap-tap of your heels as you hurry as fast as your half-freezing legs can carry you.

You're barely half-way home when something moves in the darkness behind you. The pool of light offered by the street-lamps are no match for the pitch that obscures anything more than a few feet from each island of safety. Even if you wanted to see anything lingering in the night, you're not sure you'd be able to.

Swallowing, you resist the urge to run as your senses kick into high-gear. With your heart jack-rabbiting in your chest, it's hard to hear the tell-tale crunching of boots on concrete, but you know they're there. Hauling in a breath, you clutch your keys tighter and then, take a very deliberate left turn down a thin, dingy alleyway. You're barley a dozen steps in when you hear the footsteps stop. A shadow looms over you, blocking out the fragile light of the moon. The hairs on your body prickle as goose-flesh coats your arms, but you don't turn around: not yet.

'What do we have here?'

The voice sends a shiver of pure ice down your spine. Your throat constricts, stomach dropping through the floor as a new, very real fear wraps around your lungs.

That isn't the voice of your boyfriend.

Within seconds the footsteps start up again. They creep forward, each step bringing with it the grind of rubber and the dull clank of metal. The shadow on the concrete stretches, swelling as it swallows more and more of the alleyway in front of you. 'Dangerous for a silly, little thing like you to be out this late. Didn't anyone tell you...'

You can feel his breath on your neck as he spits his words onto your skin. There's a low growl, something that reverberates in his throat and then he's leaning down and speaking right beside your ear. '… There's a villain on the loose.'

Spinning on a heel, you readjust your keys in your hand before driving the blunt edge of your key into his chest, but as soon as it collides with hardened skin it snaps.

There's a low chuckle from above you. 'Got some fight in you, huh?’

Your mouth runs dry.

Blood Riot is a sight to behold. Towering above you with ease, his chin tilted down, you can just make out the flash of a dark, split tongue as he flicks it out to lick at his teeth. A mane of deep red frames his face, falling down his back in rough waves that cut off just below his shoulders. His costume leaves little to the imagination, giving you full view of his broad chest and the thick layer of black hair that trails between bulging muscles before dipping below the waistband of his belt.

'Am I a disappointment?' He cocks his head. 'You where expecting someone else, weren't you?.. Ground Zero is a little tied up, I'm afraid.'

'He knows I'm here...' Taking another step backwards, you try and control the hammering in your chest. 'He'll -'

'Oh, sweetheart.' Sucking air over his teeth, Kirishima groans before crowding you in. He pins you to the wall effortlessly, a large hand around the base of your neck. There's no pressure, not yet, but that doesn't stop him from squeezing experimentally with thick fingers to hear you squeak. 'He isn't coming to save you...' He leans in, breathing on your cheeks. 'You see... Your little boyfriend has been getting in my way. I’ve tried to warm him, sweetheart, I have, but you know how stubborn he can be and now… Well, now I think it's time I taught him a lesson.'

'What did you...' The stone in your stomach sinks making swallowing difficult, but even before you've attempted to lift your leg to kick out at him, he's pressing his bulk against you.

Calloused fingers drag up the outside of your thigh, catching against the hem of your skirt and dragging the material upwards. 'Lucky for me, it looks like having a big, bad villain for a boyfriend is making you get a bit brave walking about in the dark.' A smile curls his lip showing pointed teeth that shine centimetres from your face. 'It's almost as if you're looking for trouble, huh?'

'Please.' Fear drips down your spine until it begins to pool in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the heat of him press in and radiate through your body. Hand reaching for your pocket, you struggle to pat at the side of your jacket trying and failing to place your phone.

'Nah-ah-ah.' Kirishima slips the device from your fingers before they even gain purchase. His hand tightens around it, hardened skin rippling as his fist cracks, but before he can crush the thing entirely, he relaxes again. 'Actually...'

Licking the top row of his teeth, something vicious flashes in his eyes as he drops the device to your hand and forces your thumb against it. Keeping one hand clenched around your throat, he scrolls through your phone lazily before grinning and lifting it to his ear. He bites his lip and rocks his eyes upwards as the dull ringing of a phone-call drifts through the speakers.

'Fuck... Fuck, baby – baby, are you -.' Bakugo sounds like he's been running. His breath hitches on each inhale, the exhales rough and shaky as he grunts and swallows down spit.

'N'aww, are we doing pet names now... Honey?' Kirishima's voice is sickly sweet when he giggles down the phone, tilting his head and narrowly avoiding twisting his hair around a finger.

Metal rattles, the sounds of struggling growing louder until a rage-filed snarl echoes over the line. 'Riot, what the fuck did you do?'

'Oh, so that's a no on the pet names?'

'I swear if you hurt a fucking hair on her head, I will -.'

'Baby...' Kirishima purrs. 'I'm not going to hurt her... 'm going to fucking ruin her.' Turning his attention back on you, he pushes in close making sure you can feel the large swell of his cock as it fills out his pants. It had taken weeks for him to think up an appropriate punishment for Bakugo's little trespasses, but now watching as fear swims in your eyes, he's very glad he landed on this.

Bakugo yells, thrashing violently, but any words are lost to his anger.

'You'll never make it in time, princess...' Leaning in, Kirishima breathes over your neck nosing at the turn of your jaw close enough that he knows your squeaking is seeping down the phone and into Bakugo's ears on the other end. He flicks the call to speaker. '… So, I think you should just sit tight and enjoy the show.' Slipping the phone into your shaking hand, he lifts your arm until the speaker is in line with the side of your mouth. He pecks the tip of your nose. ‘Now hold that steady for me so Princess can hear all your pretty little sounds, okay.’ A smile flickers across his face, but it quickly turns sour as hardened cracks fragment his features. ‘Drop it and you won’t like what happens.’

With your heart jack-rabbiting and fear keeping you still, you can’t do anything, but nod. A trail of Bakugo’s expletives seep from the phone, quickly followed by a ragged:

‘I’m coming, baby. Shit. Okay? I’m coming!’

Kirishima’s cock twitches in his pants, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum into his boxers as the combined desperation of you and Bakugo leaks into the air. You sounds so helpless, so weak and easy, ripe for the taking. A chuckle bubbles up his throat as he sinks to his knees with a sickening crunch and all but tears your skirt from your hips. The material hangs limply at either side of your thighs, exposing the thin lace of your underwear. His cock jumps again. 'Now...' Leaning in, he breaths in your cunt relishing in the sweetness as it hits his nose. 'Be a good girl and let me have a taste, yeah?'

You're wet. You can feel it, the steady thrum of your heartbeat as it migrates south and causes you to drip helplessly into your underwear. It sickens you, makes you want to scream, but for some reason... You don't. Instead, it’s a moan that leaps from your lips and meets a cursed ‘Fuck’ from Bakugo’s end.

'No.' Your hand shoots down to his head, nails dragging viciously across his scalp as you fist red locks and attempt to force him back. It takes all of your strength to push him back a few centimetres and even then, your arms shake with the effort. You wriggle, trying to use the solidness of the wall behind you for added leverage, but even that doesn't shift him. 'No. Stop... Please. Stop.'

He growls, ignoring the burning on his head to surge forward again. He mouths at you over the lace of your underwear, using his tongue to taste what little of your slick leaks through.

You squeeze your thighs together and pull at him again, trying in vain to keep your cunt from his face. There's a bottomless well of fear in your stomach, but with each lick of his tongue down your slit, it fills with lust as your body betrays you.

'It's kind of cute.' Chuffing, he plants a soft kiss on your thigh and follows it with a harsh nip. 'You thinking you've got any choice here.' His hands slide up your legs, thumbs twisting against your pelvis to pin you down before he forces your thighs aside and slings them lazily over his shoulders.

A yelp leaves your throat as you're hauled further up the wall and held there. With your thighs held apart by his head, his hands creep further up your body. One stays put at your pelvis, stopping your attempts to buck yourself off your new found podium, while the other stretches up to grip the collar of your shirt. He rips the material with little qualm, his palm instantly ducking under your bra to grope at your chest.

'That's better.' Diving into your cunt, he uses his teeth to tear through your underwear before flicking his tongue against your clit. He's ravenous. The dull beating of your fist on the back of his neck are mere annoyances, the broken bleating of your chorus of 'No, please, stop' nothing, but an encouragement that makes his cock bob.

Your cunt clenches, desperate as his tongue slips between your folds and you cry out, unable to silence it behind your lips. 'Stop – Fuck – Please... I – Don't... I'll do anything, just – stop, please. You don't have to.. I'll tell Katsuki to stop... Please.' You're a broken record, but the words spill over your lips as you force your body to struggle on, wiggling only to be pinned down harder in retaliation. Panicked, the phone slips from your hand and clatters to the floor as you try with the strength of both arms to shove him away. It doesn’t work.

He pops off your clit and licks his lips. There’s a darkness consuming the red of his eyes when he glares up at you between your legs. ‘I told you not to drop that…’

‘I -.’ There’s a storm in your chest, one that has you almost delirious with fear. ‘I’m sorry. I -.’

Clenching his jaw, Kirishima licks a thick stripe up your slit and revels in the way your eyes almost roll back in your head. ‘I’ll forgive it, this time, but now I’m going to have to fuck you even harder so your little boyfriend can still hear me using his toy. Okay?’

Your nose flares, cunt clenching and dropping onto his knees below. The words this time run on a frantic loop in the back of your head.

The pressure of your thighs squeezing his head is making him dizzy, but that's nothing compared to the violent wave of lust that threatens to consume him when he looks up and sees the tears wetting your cheeks. He's sure you haven't even noticed, too overcome with the way his tongue had been carving out a space inside, but that just gives him an idea. Leaning over to towards the discarded phone, he shouts. 'Your girl tastes good, baby...'I do have a question though, you ever fuck her so hard she cries? Or, is my tongue just that good.'

'Riot... I fuck -.' An small explosion interrupts his words, quickly followed by another. The footsteps stop. On the line, Bakugo's voice is quieter, hoarse as he pants and fumbles with something… ‘Shit. I -.’ Skin slips against skin. Bakugo’s breath hitches. ‘I’ll be there, baby. I’m coming - okay… I -.’

There's a smirk overtaking his feature's at once. 'I'm impressed you managed to escape. Shall we see if I can make her cum on my cock before you get here?' Releasing your hip he's quick to unzip his pants and pull himself free. The cold air hits his cock, making him hiss, but he doesn't waste any more time before he's standing and taking you with him.

You're bent in half as he stands. Your legs slip off his shoulders, only to get trapped between your chest and his and you have to bite your lip as your muscles complain at the stretch. A wave of excitement rocks through you as he man-handles you, bends and positions you any way he pleases without so much as a request. It makes your stomach writhe into knots and your thighs shake with anticipation of his next move.

'Sounds like your boyfriends a little caught up, sweetheart.’ There’s a knowing flash in his eyes. ‘Shame he's not gonna get here in time.' Leaning in close, he gropes at your ass, squeezing plush flesh in his hand before wrapping a hand around his cock. He gives himself a cursory tug, smooths his shaft with the thick pre-cum coating the tip and lines himself up. 'Gonna make such a pretty little cock sleeve for me, baby. Aren't you?' He breathes it against your ear wrapped in a moan before forcing the tip past your entrance.

You scream. 'No – fuck, big, too, too big. It's...' Words jam in your throat as new tears spring to your eyes. 'It hurts... Fuck, please – it hurts.' His cock bullies its way inside of you, stretching your cunt to fit. It burns, stings as the head presses to your cervix and then, all you feel is pure, blinding pleasure. A moan bubbles over your lips, transforming into another dull scream.

He shushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Rolling his hips once, he forces you to feel him, forces you to hiccup and swallow down the shake in your body as he carves out a new space inside of you. 'You can take it, baby, c'mon... Open up for me, that’s a good girl.'

From the phone, a garbled cry drifts into the air. The noise makes Kirishima smile, even if you’re too entrenched in the feel of him to notice.

Deep red lines blemish his skin as you scratch and tear at his shoulders. You're helpless, but that doesn't stop you trying. This, like all of your other theatrics, does little to phase him, even when your nails break the skin and you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you when you get desperate and claw at his neck.

'Look at you...' You're squeezing him already, your thrashes weakening by the second as moans and yelps pool in your throat. The tears have made your eyes glassy and dug out divots in your foundation, causing your cheeks to grow streaky with skin and smeared mascara, but he can't help thinking that you look beautiful like this. 'Already cock-drunk... What happened to that fight, huh? Just took a decent cock and you're panting like a bitch.' His tongue creeps from behind his lips, licking up the stream of wet that trails down your cheek. 'You hear that, Princess? Hear how pretty she's singing for me?'

From his pocket more explosions sound, dull expletives slipping into the air. It sounds like Bakugo is finally running again.

Nothing breaks through the fog and hiccups blocking your throat. He's right. You're cock-drunk. Totally at his mercy as your cunt clings to him, drooling as it takes everything he has to give. Thoughts of Bakugo cloud your mind. He's out there, now... Racing across the city to save you and yet… Part of you isn't sure you want to be saved.

Pleasure bubbles violently inside of you as you're given more than you've ever had to take, but with each rough thrust, each burning moan earned from your chest you're unable to deny how fucking good he feels. You moan, freely, for the first time letting your head rock back as his cunt presses to the spongy parts of your cunt and makes you feel like you might burst.

'Fuck.' He hisses when you clench around him, but doesn't stop. He can't. It's too good. Mind racing, he fucks up into you with increasingly rough thrusts, not caring about how deeply he's plunging inside of you: you're here to be used after all. A growl bubbles in his chest as he feels the tell tale tug of his balls pulling taught. 'You're gonna look so good dripping with me.'

His words feel like ice water down your back. 'No.' Your breath catches in your throat and you hope it sounds more like fear that the violent excitement that clenches in your stomach. 'No, please. Not inside – don't. I don't -.'

Knocking his forehead against yours, he barres his teeth, ignoring your pleas. 'Gonna give you and Zero a little Riot, huh? No way I'm pulling out of this, baby. No fucking way.'

Your orgasm takes you out of nowhere. It crashes against you in waves, causing your head to bang back against the wall as you cunt milks him, almost begging for his release. The force of it makes your head swim as he fucks your through it, prolonging your high for what feels like infinity. You're shaking, you're sure of it, your nails biting into the skin of his shoulders as you quake and shiver, eyes rolling back and straining the muscle behind.

'Look at you, look – ah, shit.' His hips stutter for a moment, stilling as his cock spurts into life coating your insides with thick, creamy white. He's not sure if it was the fucked-out look in your eyes as you came harder than he's ever seen or if it's the power that courses through him having you pinned and vulnerable like this, but he has to harden his knees to keep him upright. With a final thrust, he stills completely struggling to catch his breath.

It's weak, a noise sounding more like a whimper than words that echoes in the back of your throat. You're not sure what you're asking for. If your asking for him to finally let you go or pick you up again and fuck his cum back into you against the wall.

'Good girl.' Reaching up, he grips you by the chin, squashing your cheeks together before pressing a kiss to your mouth. His tongue slips in soon after, pinning yours down in some show of awkward dominance. Pulling back, he lowers you gently back to the floor and removes his cape. There's a vicious smile on his lips when he wraps it around you, shielding your modesty.

You don't shy away. There's one million emotions seeping through your body, but not one of them is bad. You ache, pleasantly, and the warmth of Kirishima's hands is too alluring to ignore when he smooths them down your sides.

'You enjoyed that, didn't you, Sweetheart?'

Swallowing, you try not to think of how scared you'd been when he'd first cornered you... Of how the fear had melted away as his cock stretched you out; of how knowing Bakugo was listening had made you whine louder, needier - wanting him to hear just how good this other man was fucking you.

'Admit it.'

'I -.' Saying it makes it real, but the words slip off of your tongue anyway. 'I enjoyed it.'

A sigh breeches Kirishima's lips as he leans down and places a final soft kiss to your lips. 'Bakugo's got himself a dirty bitch, huh? Fuck.' He kisses you again, indulging this time. 'The things I'd do to a girl like you, the things I'd let you do to me...'

'Kirishima!' Bakugo skids to a stop at the mouth of the ally. An explosion lights the night behind him as he throws himself forward, not stopping for a second as he collides solidly with Kirishima's chest and sends the man flying to the floor. He lands on top of him, thighs bracketing his waist as he reels back an arm.

'So we're not doing pet names, but we are doing names...' Kirishima is still smiling, even as Bakugo's fist collides with his face. His neck cracks sideways, but he catches the second punch before it can do any actual damage.

'I'm going to fucking murder you, you piece of -.' There's flame almost engulfing his fist, but each spark dies as it hits the hard of Kirishima's hand. Clenching his jaw, he shifts himself forward attempting to force the other man to release him.

With raised eyebrows, Kirishima chuckles as he feels something hard poke at the underside of his pec. Glancing down, it's impossible not to notice the darkening patch on the crotch of Bakugo's pants, of how his cock strains the material and twitches. 'Looks like you enjoyed yourself too...'

'You -.' Bakugo's cheeks are burning, his jaw clenched tight as he battles the emotions flaring in his chest. How the fuck was he supposed to rationalise the cum staining his boxers, the fact that your moans had made him hard, that he'd had to stop to fuck his fist when your whines had grown heavy with pleasure...

Reaching down, Kirishima strokes the still-hard length of Bakugo's cock and collects the little dampness he can before popping his fingers into his mouth and groaning. 'I think... The Princess enjoyed himself too. Huh? Maybe we should go again and make you watch…’

You sink to your knees beside Kirishima and reach out to run a finger down Bakugo's cock making his hiss. This time, when the word drops from your lips, it isn't encased in fear and panic – it's lined with excitement and promise. You blink up at Bakugo: 'Please.'

-> Masterlist

confession:

A/N: I felt the need to confess since I think you should know more about the next cheating angst fic...

when I was a little bit younger, I dated a man in the Marines, shit was not cute, it was bad and awkward and overall it felt like a weird relationship. I made it clear that my priority is my education, friends, and then him. Told him that if he wasn't okay with it, I would understand if he didn't want to pursue a relationship with me and he said 'No, I understand and I still want to be your boyfriend.'

so we dated, and I did my best to give it my all even my free time, but my studies are important so...when shit hit the fan, I avoided him, I hate confrontation but this man harrassed me, and called me through random numbers.

I was so close to going with him to the military ball and I think a month before, he pulled me to the side, my best friend at a comfortable distance from us. To be honest, the way he stared at me reminded me of my father and then I had this feeling that this man could harm me, so I ended things with him.

A week later, one of my other friends, comes to me, (this part takes place a few days after Valentine's Day) She tells me that he gave her some stuff for Valentin Day, I was okay with it bc I trusted him yk, and then she tells me what he gifted her and my heart shattered. The fucker regifted my gift to him, all except a handwritten letter. In it, I thanked him for being patient, that I appreciated his love and how comfortable and secure I felt in the relationship.

a year ago, I met up with that girl, (stopped talking for some other stuff) she and I caught up, and she told me what lies he had to her about our reason for breaking up. She cried when I told her my side, I told her from the moment he and I dated to the downfall, and she confessed that he had been asking to meet up to hook up, she said no bc he dated her friend (me). I showed her proof that what I was saying was not a lie and she showed me her phone. This man texted her saying he was single, all when he called me his love.

Anyway, when we broke up, I was painted as the bad guy. Come to find out, this fucking man, a week after our break up he dates another girl. 3 months later, he's engaged and I was barely moving on. This was around 2019 and I know I was a little young to be dating a man like him but I was a fool and was clearly blindsided by the age gap. Harry styles released his album, all as my life went to shit and then, when I was around town, I see him, my phone fucking plays cherry and I walk away crying

so...expect full emotional angst cheating with some cod character. Who, you may ask, idk yet

you make me happy

rated: g | words: 1k | read on ao3

bc i had a few feelings about tonight’s episode <3

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Eddie can already see the look on Hen’s face, the one that tells him the guys already gone. He can’t see Bucks face, only the determination in his hands, pressing on the guys chest and trying to will him back to life.

Hen’s head shakes and Eddie’s heart sinks.

They exit together, taking the two friends that are still alive out first, their other friend close behind. He already knows Buck is blaming himself; no matter who’s fault it is or isn’t, Buck always bares the weight.

It’s a silent ride back to the station, Eddie knocking his shoulders into Bucks for reassurance, his best friend giving a bleak smile in return. Eddie hates it, hates that there isn’t anything he can do; not really.

They strip of their turnouts and hit the showers, the four of them stood at their lockers after. Eddie turns to Chim who’s already looking to him, Eddie quickly adverting his attention to Buck and then Hen, the two looking sullen, lost in their heads.

With an unspoken agreement between him and Chim, Eddie mentions breakfast, Buck quickly bailing out, followed closely by Hen. He gets it, he does; he just wishes he could take their pain away.

Even so, Eddie isn’t surprised to hear the click of his door turning about an hour later, the tell-tale footsteps of his best friend letting himself in. There’s something so easy and reassuring about it—Eddie wishes it were always like this.

As Buck enters the kitchen, Eddie already has two beers open and ready, sliding one over to Buck.

They drink in silence for a bit, Buck playing with the label on the bottle more than anything. While Eddie will speak in his own time, he knows Buck needs a little push, a reassurance if you will.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Buck shrugs and Eddie waits; now it’s in Bucks hands.

“Are you at ease?”

It’s an odd question in general, though coming from Buck, it’s fairly tame.

Eddie isn’t sure how to answer, several scenarios coming to mind.

“Well, if you would’ve asked me a few months ago, no. But these days—I’m a little more at ease, sure.”

Buck nods though he doesn’t say anything, Eddie prying a little further.

“How about you, Buck, are you at ease?”

Buck sets his bottle onto the counter then, using his arms to press his weight into it as he lets out a heavy sigh.

“That guy, he-he figured out what it means, to be happy, ya know? Like there was this magical thing right in front of him, but then he was just—”

“Gone?” Eddie supplies when Buck chokes on the word.

“Yea.”

He knows Bucks been reading Bobby’s AA book, that he’s been trying to find a meaning to happiness, but he’s not sure exactly what it is his best friend’s looking for.

“Are you happy Buck?”

“I’m trying to be.”

Their eyes meet for the first time then, Buck’s a sea of blue and red rimmed. Eddie aches to reach out to him.

“I—I don’t wanna be like him…like-like that guy.”

“In what way?”

He watches as Buck debates for a minute, finally pushing out some truth.

“They were best friends Eds, had been for years, and then when they had nothing, they still had each other.”

Oh. Eddie thinks he understands now.

“You know I-I wanna die sometimes, you know have thought about it, I mean.” Buck shakes his head, Eddie refraining from reaching out again. “But-but it’s also what terrifies me the most. I’m scared of dying and never figuring out what it means to be happy…to be comfortable in my own skin.”

Well that—was definitely not where Eddie thought the conversation was going.

Stepping around the island, Eddie sidles up next to Buck, not stopping himself from reaching out this time as he places a hand to his best friends shoulder. He ducks his head until he captures Bucks attention, those sad blues looking right into him.

“I can’t tell you what the secret is Buck—hell I don’t think I’ve found it myself, but what I can tell you is what brings me happiness.”

Buck doesn’t look away, doesn’t try to pull out of his touch, so Eddie takes that as his sign to go on.

“Christopher is obviously at the top of my list, along with the 118. You know, the family we choose.” At that Buck cracks a smile, the sight warming Eddie wholly.

He takes a risk then, trying not to reveal too much of himself while comforting Buck at the same time.

“And then there’s you, Buck. Having you in my life makes me happy. You make me happy, no matter how much of a pain in the ass you can be sometimes.”

That gets Buck ducking his head with that private smile of his, and Eddie chuckles a little for it.

When their eyes meet again, it’s Buck who speaks this time.

“You uh, you make me happy too. And Chris, of course.”

Eddie smiles. “Yea, he’s a pretty great kid.”

“You did a good job raising him Eds. Best father I know.”

“Yea, well I’ve had a lot of help.”

Bucks brows raise in that shocked way he always gets whenever Eddie lays out the truth.

“Yea well, it-it makes me happy, being—being with you guys.”

Eddie knows it does, but it still makes him melt a little to hear it.

Pushing the beers to the side, Eddie looks to Buck with a pointed stare.

“C’mon, let’s go catch some shut eye before we have to get Chris from school.”

Eddie grabs Buck’s arm before he can protest and drags the man to his room and down onto the bed with him. Buck lays there a little stiffly, Eddie pulling his best friend so that Bucks back meets his chest, their hands linking together at Bucks front.

He can feel Bucks heart beating a little fast, knows his is too.

“Is this—is this ok?”

Eddie buries his face into Bucks neck, squeezing where their hands are interlocked.

“Yes. You make me happy, Evan.”

After a few minutes, Buck relaxes into Eddie’s touch, his heart beat steadying itself.

“You make me happy Eds, always.”

Sometimes happiness can’t be described. It has to be seen, felt. Maybe happiness wasn’t a feeling at all, but rather the people you surrounded yourself with. It wasn’t something you achieved, but rather found, Buck and Eddie finding happiness in each other.

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every summertime

pairing: sim jake x f!reader

word count: 3.4k

genre: fluff﹒angst

warnings: mature language, childhood best friends to lovers-ish bc well you’ll see, high school!au, non-idol!au

summary: the trials and tribulations of sim jake’s feelings for you, his best friend since he was seven years old, told through multiple summers.

more: this was very loosely based off of my hc from my “enhypen as my favorite tropes” collection. really only the trope was used. ++ which reminds me — i started writing this MONTHS ago, like jan/feb i’m pretty sure 😭 it was supposed to be longer, but i didn’t think it needed to be dragged out any more. i’m satisfied with the way it turned out 🤩

playlist: every summertime — niki, this love — taylor swift, our summer — tomorrow x together, 20cm — tomorrow x together, tfw — enhypen, just a little bit — enhypen

when you were seven, you didn’t understand most things. you were barely learning how to properly read and write, how to count to one hundred, how to color between the lines, and how to tie your shoes. you couldn’t grasp what the concept of love meant. you just knew that you automatically loved your parents and they loved you.

and your best friend in the entire world, sim jaeyun— or, jake.

you met jake in elementary school on the playground. it was the classic sandbox story that most people tell when it comes to reminiscing about how they met their childhood friend. he had been playing by himself and you wondered why that was, especially since the sandbox was usually a very popular spot during recess time.

so you made your way over to him and introduced yourself, giving small seven year old jake the firmest handshake you could manage. he accepted you warmly, the smile on his face so endearing it felt as if you’d known him your entire life. it was odd to feel such a way at a young age, but you were okay with it if it meant you got to have a new friend.

after that day, you and jake stayed attached at the hip. everywhere he went, so did you, following each other around like lost puppies. there were obviously a few occasions when you couldn’t hang out, and your parents recall the way both of you sulked, missing your partner in crime.

one afternoon during the summer before third grade, you’d been playing in his backyard. you enjoyed pretending to be a princess while he pretended he was your knight in shining armor, saving you from danger. you remember sitting inside his treehouse with him, a plastic tiara on your head and a cup of apple juice in your hand. he was standing beside you, his arms crossed like he was your own personal bodyguard.

you poked his knee and offered him some juice, to which he happily sipped. with his signature boyish grin, he wipes away the remnants on his upper lip with the back of his hand and looks down at you.

“one day, me and you will have our own really big house and i can protect you for real!” jake exclaimed, striking a silly superhero pose. you giggle at his attempt to be cool.

“we have to get married first, jakey,” you say pointedly. “only people who are married live together. like our mommies and daddies.”

“hmm, okay! then we will get married!” he decides, plopping himself down so he can drink more of your juice. you nod excitedly in agreement, holding out your cup to him.

all throughout the rest of your years in elementary school, it remained like this. two peas in a pod, two halves of the same whole. someone wanted to talk to you? they had to talk to jake too. he had a doctors appointment? you tagged along and held his hand.

by the time middle school began, you’d both changed only slightly. just a little bit older, your habits didn’t completely die out. jake made some new friends and so did you, but that wasn’t the end of the world. you still walked home together from school, planned something every weekend, and then forced your friend groups to combine.

people could only separate the real world equivalent of peanut butter and jelly for so long.

this was when jake met three members of what would be his long term friend group; lee heeseung, park jongseong (jay), and park sunghoon. sunghoon and jay were the same age as you while heeseung was a year older. you also met your own two friends, chai soomin and sun yoonah.

“jake,” heeseung starts, wiping away sweat from his forehead. “why are you always with y/n? i think this is the first time in months we’ve hung out with just the guys.”

the brunette places his foot on top of the soccer ball to stop it from rolling. he furrows his brows at his friend’s question. “what do you mean?”

“it’s not really a bad thing, we’re just curious why you’re practically glued to each other.” jay adds before gulping down the rest of his water.

“oh— uh— i don’t know. she was my first real friend, i guess, and we’ve always just clicked. we grew up together, y’know? no one understands me better than she does.” he explains.

he saw where they were coming from. it was nearing the beginning of their high school careers and it wouldn’t be the best for his reputation to be synonymous with you. it wasn’t meant to be mean in any way, but if he ever wanted to get a girlfriend, he knew she wouldn’t appreciate having you constantly in the mix.

fortunately, he never really cared about superficial things like that. you were more important to him. thirteen year old sim jake had his priorities straight.

fourteen year old sim jake was a different story, however.

the summer right before high school, he finally noticed just how much you’d grown since you were little kids. your features and other aspects of yourself had matured right in front of his eyes and he hadn’t even realized it.

he remembered being so excited about going to school with heeseung again, blabbering about it all with sunghoon and jay. but now he wasn’t so sure that he was ready for everyone else to see you too. he wanted to hide you away and not allow any other male to bestow upon your beauty, like you were a fragile vase.

while jake was extremely smart, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he felt like this. he thought maybe he was just worried you’d replace him once you were thrown into a bigger body of water. high school was like a sea compared to the pond that was middle school. and if he was lucky, he’d hold on until university— which was an entire ocean.

“hey, you okay?” your voice interrupts his internal suffering. he also realizes the music you’d been listening to had paused, the earphones you’d been sharing playing nothing. he blinks, forcing the biggest smile he can muster.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?”

you shrug, pondering it for a moment, but ultimately fall short. you return to reading the book in your hands, putting your earphone back in and reaching into the bowl between the two of you for a grape. with your focus off of him, he takes a minute to stare and get a good look at you. he’s seen you in this setting numerous times— probably more than he could count on both hands— but this one feels different. the soundtrack of your favorite k-drama filling the background amplifies everything. the grass of his backyard appears greener than usual. the fibers of the blanket beneath you feel softer under his fingertips. the sound of the birds chirping is louder, almost ringing in his ears. the sunlight makes your skin glow.

and then he gets it.

now he understood why you were so special to him. why you were more important than superficial things. he understood why he wanted you all to himself. why he felt like you were such a fragile vase.

he was terrified.

it was halfway through your first year of high school that you started being more confident in your skin. you shared your first kiss with some random boy behind the school and it absolutely sucked. you both had no idea what you were doing and he accidentally bumped your forehead really hard with his own when he was leaning in. you didn’t quite get why jake seemed so upset after you told him about it. you figured he just felt sorry for you.

it didn’t matter anyways, because with heeseung’s seniority and popularity, the other boys quickly became heartthrobs themselves at belift high. soomin, yoonah and yourself were considered it girls, too. it helped that you were already friends with the most sought after guys in the whole school.

when the summer rolled around, everyone was different in one way or another.

heeseung was going into his third and final year of high school, while the rest of you were going into your second. you could tell how much he transformed since middle school. it was no wonder why everyone either wanted him or wanted to be him. it struck you like lightning when you came to your senses and registered why you started to stare at him more and more. of course you’d developed a silly crush.

one day, the seven of you were at jay’s house utilizing his huge underground pool to cool down in the heat of the summer sun. while you and the girls were getting ready, you tried on numerous bathing suits until you came across the cutest one you owned to catch his eye, a white bikini with a slight shimmer to the material. soomin and yoonah were losing their minds, so sure that heeseung would do the same when he saw you.

the two of them were playing chicken with sunghoon and jay in the pool and you were sunbathing on a lounge chair, sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose to hide the way you were ogling heeseung’s bare chest every now and then. he jumped out of the pool, laughing at the dramatic way yoonah fell backwards into the water. you felt hearts in your eyes at the sight of his brown tresses dripping onto his broad shoulders, his skin glowing.

he pushes his hair back and walks over to where you’re laying, plopping himself on the edge of the chair. you pretend to ignore him for about five minutes before he decides to physically get your attention. he stands over you, shaking his hair similarly to a dog.

“hee!” you jump up, goosebumps littering your body from the droplets that landed on you. he laughs at your reaction, nearly falling over.

“you weren’t looking at me. i needed to get you to somehow.” he shrugs, his signature smile appearing. the one that could rival the brightest of stars. if you were stupid, you’d think he was being polite. but you were not. and you’ve been flirted with plenty of times to know that that’s exactly what he’s doing. you slide your sunglasses down just enough so he could see your eyes and blink up at him.

“how do you know i wasn’t?”

your response catches him off guard, but his smile doesn’t waver. he returns to his spot at the edge of your chair, one leg on either side as he scoots toward you, your own curled up to your chest. he pushes the sunglasses up on top of your head. “are you flirting with me?”

“maybe.” you purse your lips and raise your shoulders, reciprocating his earlier action. heeseung laughs again, not as loud as the first one, but a sweet laugh that erupts butterflies in your stomach. he leans back onto his hands.

“you’re something else, l/n y/n.”

from inside the house, jake watches the entire interaction with a strong urge to clutch at his heart like it’s been torn in two. he knows he has no right to be upset, it’s not like you were his girlfriend or anything and neither of the guys were aware of his feelings for you. so all he could do was this; sit on the sidelines while you fell for someone who wasn't him.

you and heeseung start dating a couple weeks later.

the rest of your friends adjust to the relationship pretty quickly. (except for jake; he still had a hard time getting used to you holding heeseung’s hand and the two of you parading your relationship around everywhere.)

when school starts back up, things are pretty much the same. girls watch with envy as heeseung walks you to and from classes, leaving lingering kisses on your cheeks or the corner of your mouth.

the sight never fails to make jake’s chest feel tighter, constricting almost, and he has to find alternate routes to get to his own classes just to avoid the pda. while he’d like to support you, he knows seeing it for himself only hinders the ability to quell the ache in his heart.

***

“why didn’t you ever tell her, dude?” sunghoon asks through his mic.

“i-i don’t know,” jake gulps, forcing his emotions back down his throat. the pair were playing some video game together when the topic of his feelings towards you surfaced. “i didn’t want to make it weird, i guess. but it’s not like it matters anyways. she was clearly preoccupied thinking about heeseung all along.”

his friend hums on the other side of the mic, adjusting his headset. “you’re not giving her enough credit, you know? things might be different right now had you confessed a long time ago.”

he breathes heavily through his nose, sunghoon’s words resonating in his ears. maybe he was right. maybe he could’ve been on the phone with you instead of the boy had he said something to you way back when. but he was already almost a year too late and he’d have to accept that fact.

“jake?” your voice filters through his phone speaker and immediately he can tell something’s wrong. there’s a sniffle at the end of his name and he can hear the slight unease in each syllable. he’s been there too many times to not know you’d been crying.

he rubs the sleep from his eyes and sits up, switching on his bedside lamp. “hey, what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“um—“ you pause and sniffle again. “h-heeseung and i just broke up.”

very deep down inside, a part of himself is jumping for joy. but the bigger part was just as hurt as you, upset that you were going through this. he exhales in an almost exaggerated fashion and runs a hand through his hair. “do you want me to come get you?”

“y-yes.”

and that’s all the confirmation he needed to slip on a hoodie and some shoes, driving over to your house. he didn’t care that it was two in the morning, he’d always drop anything and everything for you. that’d been the case since he met you.

when he pulls up, his heart wrenches at the sight of you sitting on the front steps of your house waiting for him, slippers on your feet and a hood pulled over your head. the streaks of makeup on your cheeks weren’t subtle either. you looked so empty— a sight he hadn’t seen since your childhood dog passed away in middle school.

you slide into the passenger seat, pulling your knees up to your chest and staring out of the windshield ghost-like. jake swallows thickly. “where do you wanna go?”

“anywhere. please.” your tone is hollow but desperate at the same time.

he just nods and puts the car in drive, no destination in particular on his mind. he wants to ask what happened, what went wrong because he was so sure the two of you were a perfect couple. to be fair, you never came to him if you had relationship problems. he assumes his friendship with heeseung had everything to do with that. but it just further confused him as to why you were now. yoonah and soomin were capable of handling this, weren’t they?

“he’s leaving for school at the end of the summer and he thinks us being together would make his transition to university too difficult,” you eventually say after thirty minutes of silence. “i don’t blame him for not wanting to go into college with a girlfriend who’s still in high school, but i just thought maybe he loved me enough to try to work through it.”

“y/n—” he starts, his eyes still trained on the road out of fear that he’d crash if he turned and saw the pain on your features.

“maybe i’m just stupid,” you sigh, interrupting whatever he was planning on saying. “it was naive of me to think that in the first place. it’s not like we were together for an entire year or anything.”

it’s that subtle belittling towards yourself that has him pulling over on the side of the road and switching on his hazards without a second thought. your eyes widen as they meet his, an unreadable intensity swimming inside the chocolate brown staring back at you.

“don’t you dare say that ever again,” he commands with a deep set frown. “you’re not stupid. you’re human. if anyone is stupid in this situation, it’s heeseung for letting go of the best thing that has ever happened to him. i don’t care if he’s my friend, you always come first. and i’ll be damned if i sit here and listen to you talk that way about yourself because he was too much of an idiot to see what he’s gonna miss out on while he’s gone. it’s his fucking loss. you’re perfect the way you are—”

his own eyes mimic yours, as if he’s said too much, and his lips snap shut. you think that’s the most jake has said to you all at once in the past year. it was a lot to process, an overwhelming amount of words barreling at you full speed before they hit you like a train.

it all clicks together instantaneously after that.

the way he never hesitated to put you above anyone or thing. the way he trusted you with all there was to know about himself, his insecurities and his passions. the way the corners of his mouth curled upwards just a bit more than usual when you were in the room. the way he made you feel secure from day one — even if you were seven.

and the barely-there-but-still-present distance between you ever since you began dating heeseung. the sharp looks he sent in the other male’s direction when he thought you weren’t paying attention. the hint of sadness behind all of his smiles when he was around the two of you.

jake was in love with you.

your brain flips and turns, wracking itself to figure out why you never discovered this sooner. you think back to the summers in elementary school, in his treehouse. that warm afternoon before third grade and the promise that he would marry you someday to ensure he’d always protect you. that summer day in his backyard, sitting on that blanket with him, continuing to read your romance novel despite the heat threatening to bloom on your cheeks from the unprompted attention he was giving you. you should’ve known then, he was quite literally telling you without saying the words.

and if the unbridled adoration in his eyes was anything to go by, the feeling never went away.

your lips part at the flutter in your stomach when your mind finally catches up to you. jake’s gaze flickers down for a second that you might’ve missed had your focus not been on him the entire time. you don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours since the last words were spoken, but you don’t mind the silence. it’s thick with tension, but somehow comfortable at the same time.

it’s too much and too little to comprehend all at once. and he knows you know now. you have him in the palm of your hand, wrapped around your finger without even trying. so he leans in and reaches out, cupping your face gently.

you involuntarily relax into his touch, a sigh of what sounds like relief escaping you. “jake—”

“shhh,” he coos, caressing your skin with his thumb. “we don’t have to talk about it right now.”

your heart overpowers your head at that moment. you don’t know if it’s because you know that he loves you in a non-platonic way or if it’s because he’s treating you so tenderly despite the fact that you were crying over his best friend not that long ago.

you press your lips to the heel of his palm softly, your hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, pulling it into your lap. “i’m sorry it took me this long to realize. but thank you, for being so patient. please keep doing so.”

he gives you a small smile, pushing down your hood and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a nod. “of course. i’ll hold out for you forever if i have to. you’re worth the wait.”

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hiii!! could I request an Eddie x reader who is Billy or Jason’s ex? Like Eddie and the reader are best friends and they get into a fight bc Eddie is jealous since reader brings up her ex (he feels like reader could never love him) which leads to him angrily confessing his feelings-

anyways, ty if you write this !!! <333

Shitty Friends and Shittier Boyfriends

Eddie Munson x Reader

Past!Jason Carver x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, drug mentions (it's just weed), Jason Carver

Pronouns: They/Them

Hope you enjoy! First time writing for Eddie so might be a bit ooc.

Set in s3 just cause I like scoops era Robin and Steve.

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Eddie hated you. That’s a lie he loved you more than he thinks he has ever loved anyone but at this moment he hated you because you just couldn't seem to stop talking about your ex, Jason Carver. And if Eddie hated anything, it was Jason Carver

“I miss our movie nights, the cuddles were always so nice and then I would fall asleep in his arms, and it was just so nice and warm and-“ you rambled on, slightly affected by the blunt you and Eddie had been passing between the two of you half an hour ago.

“You always used to say that he picked the worst movies during movie night,” Eddie looked stared at you with an uninterested look. Ever since you’re break up it was always the same routine, you come over and get high together and then go on and on about how much you missed Jason and his stupid punchable face.

“Yeah but like if you think about it, he just wanted to show me stuff he was interested in and it’s kind of rude of me to judge his movie choices,” You rolled over onto your stomach and stared at Eddie from his bed.

“Didn’t he like refuse to watch any of your favourite movies because he thought they were stupid?” Eddie could tell from the look on your face that you had checked out from the conversation ages ago. It was like as soon as Jason didn't want you, you forgot all the bullshit you had to go through in favour of dreaming of his three good moments. Eddie was sick of it. You deserved so much better, and Eddie was desperate to make you realise that. He didn’t even necessarily want you to want him, he just wanted you to want what was best for you. Of course, he would love it if you wanted him, but he definitely wasn't the best. Obviously, he was better than Jason Carver, but he would be a shitty boyfriend. He was barely a good friend.

“I miss his kisses, he was such a good kisser Eds its insane,” a small smile graced your features. In normal circumstances, your smile could light up Eddie's day, but he was just too pissed off to care right now.

“Jesus H. Christ (y/n),” He muttered under his breath.

“Dude what is your problem?” You sat up, tilting you’re head like a confused puppy. There was no malice in your voice, just confusion.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it,” Eddie sighed, pretending to be very interested in the clutter on his dresser. You could see right through him though. Eddie never understood how you could tell exactly what he was feeling all the time, he always tried to keep his emotions locked far away but you came, and all his walls came crumbling down.

“No seriously there’s something going on, you can talk to me Eds,”

“Do you ever talk about anything other than Carver?” The venom in his voice took you aback. Eddie was quick to anger but he always made sure to never direct that anger at you, leading to very few fights between the two of you and even when you fought they were quickly resolved.

The look you gave Eddie made him regret everything immediately. You both sat in silence for a few minutes, unsure of what to do next.

“Why does it matter?” You scoffed, bringing your knees to your chest.

“It fucking matters because its been a month (y/n), he was a shit boyfriend it should not take you a month to get over him,”

“Who the fuck do you think you are to say how long it should take me to get over my fucking break up? It’s not my fault you don’t get it because no one wants to date you!” You we’re speeding around his room, grabbing all your stuff whilst you two fought.

Eddie stood there in silence, desperately looking for the words that would make you stay. He wanted to yell about how much he loved you and that he could treat you so much better than Jason Carver, but the words got stuck in his throat and the words 'no one wants to date you' clouded his head. Maybe this was just your way of saying that you didn’t want to date him. Maybe this was your way of saying 'I see the way you look at me and it's stupid of you to think I could ever look at you like that'. By the time Eddie had come back to his senses you were long gone, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

・❉・

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” Robin asked while you, her and Steve pretended to do work in the Scoop’s Ahoy back room.

“Because then he wins Robin and I’m can’t just let him win when he’s in the wrong,” Steve and Robin rolled their eyes at your words. Both you and Eddie were being immature, and they just happened to be stuck in the middle.

“I don’t care who wins or not just admit that you’re hopelessly in love with him, so I don’t have to deal with it anymore,” Steve said, ruffling your hair before leaving to the front to deal with a customer. You groaned and laid your head in Robins lap so you could continue venting.

You jumped as Steve slammed the window open.

“Someone’s here to see you,”

“If its Eddie tell him to-“

“Nope, I am not doing this for you figure it out yourself princess,”

You sighed and fixed your hat on your head before moving to the front of the store, elbowing Steve as you walked past him.

You stared at Eddie as you stood in front of him, choosing to let him speak first. In the entire time you’d known him you had never seen him this nervous.

“Um (y/n), hi," he gave you a tight lipped smile which quickly faltered when you’re face remained emotionless.

“Eddie,” Eddie seemed to curl into himself at your tone, as if he was trying to make himself smaller. It was almost cute, but you can’t let yourself think like that. You’re supposed to be mad.

“I was um, wondering if you wanted to maybe hang out! You know like old times it’s just been a while and I kind of really miss you,” Eddie stuttered out, voice getting smaller as he continued.

“Yeah sure,”

“Yeah no that’s fine I thought you’d say no- wait what?” Eddie looked up, a small smile gracing his lips,

“I said sure, I kind of miss you too,” Eddie jumped over the counter and took you into his arms,

“EDDIE! How many times do I have to tell you not to jump over the counter!” Despite you’re complaining you put you’re arms around him, holding him in an embrace for a few moments.

Eddie let go, still holding your sides as if he’s afraid you’ll run off.

“I have to go set up! I’ll see you later!” Eddie jumped back over the counter and ran off, tripping out the door.

“See you later Eds!” you laughed out, walking back into the back room in time to hear Steve wolf whistle whilst Robin clapped and cheered.

・❉・

You stood at the door, fiddling with Eddie’s ring that sat on your thumb. The door opened and Eddie stood there in all his glory, smiling down at you.

“Hey there sweet girl,” Eddie winked, causing you to giggle as you walked inside. The trailer seemed messier than normal, but you chose not to bring it up, kicking away some clothes to sit on the couch.

“I like your shirt,” Eddie messed with the collar as an excuse to put his arm around you.

“Thanks… Jason bought it for me,” Your voice softened as you continued, praying that Eddie didn’t hear the last part.

“Fucking hell (y/n),”

“You fucking asked!” You stood up, getting ready to leave.

“Sorry I can’t deal with an everyday reminder that I’m not good enough for you, but fucking Jason Carver is!” Eddie started to walk away, expecting you to be already gone. You, however, were stuck in place.

“What do you mean you’re not good enough for me?” Everything stilled. Eddie slowly turned to make eye contact with you, as if any sudden movement would send you running. Part of Eddie hoped you did, so he could just forget this and go back to smoking until he forgot about you. When Eddie realised you weren’t going anywhere he sighed, trying to find the right words.

“I am so in love with you (y/n). I’ve been in love with you since as long as I can remember, and it hurts me to see you wasting all of you on people like Jason Carver. You deserve the world and then some, and I’m not saying that’s me. I’ve been a shitty friend lately and shitty friends make really shitty boyfriends-“

Eddie was cut off by the feeling of your lips on his. His arms quickly found their way around your waist whilst yours wrapped around his neck, curling his hair around your fingers. He pulled you impossibly closer, drowning in you before he was pulled to the surface. You stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds.

“For what it’s worth I don’t think you’d make a shitty boyfriend,” Eddie laughed, bringing his hand to your jaw.

“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out,”

random situation time. one of your mutuals that you are pretty close to (let's say mutual A) hates one of your other mutuals you are also pretty close to (let's say mutual B). like, there's no beef between A and B, it's completely one sided. A thinks B is repulsive and awful and have them blocked. B knows they're blocked, but they barely know A, so they don't care. A never starts drama, just used to vaguepost sometimes about B when they were a follower.

go back to before A blocked B. you saw one of the vague posts A made about B. it's clearly mimicking B's op, even though it doesn't say any names, so it's obvious what it is about. B "knows" A, but doesn't follow A back, so they have no way to know about this unless they are told. do you tell B what A did? or do you just let it be? are you annoyed by what A is doing? remember you are close to both, but definitely closer to B.

sorry for the long ass text lmaoo. hope you're having a good saturday 💕

before i give my two cents, let me please express to you how much joy it brings me to get messages like this that basically just ask my opinion. i looooove having opinions 😂 and i'm having a good saturday despite it being a pretty bad pain day. i hope your day is going well, too!! 💙

let's break it down bc ya bitch likes lists and bullet points

Person A:

Hates Person B

Blocked Person B

Does not start drama with Person B

Vagueposted about Person B

Person B:

Knows they are blocked by Person A

Does not know Person A well

Doesn't care that Person A has them blocked

Wasn't following Person A pre-block

You:

Are mutuals with both Person A and Person B

Are close with both Person A and Person B

Are closer to Person B

Saw Person A mocking Person B before they blocked them

Firstly, I think there are a lot of variables in this situation that I don't have that would almost certainly inform my decision. Context can be everything. I would assume that Person A's reasons for despising Person B aren't over something that's that big of a deal because you still follow them both and are, in fact, closer to Person B than to Person A. So, it's not like Person B is like. A zionist or TERF or something along those lines. But for me, it does really depend on what about Person B that Person A has taken issue with.

Secondly, you say that Person A doesn't start drama with Person B, but that Person A has vagueposted about Person B in the past (again, I'm assuming they no longer do). While not directly engaging with Person B, I would argue that that very much is Person A starting drama. As someone observing this, it would definitely put a bad taste in my mouth towards Person A. Like, I'm 29. I spent years on this website engaging in drama and I have absolutely no interest in doing so anymore. I'm best friends with the block button. We paint each other's nails and do face masks together. It still depends on the situation and why Person A hates Person B so much and my personal feelings on the matter, but that could be something I would unfollow Person A over.

One other big factor that would affect my decision is how long ago this all transpired. Was this something that happened a year ago? A few months? Yesterday? Because there will always be a part of me that would want to tell Person B if I saw someone talking shit about them behind their back. I'd want someone to tell me if I was Person B. But if it's a situation where the dust has clearly settled and there haven't been vagueposts for a while, then let sleeping dogs lie. From what you stated, Person B doesn't really seem to care about Person A or whether or not Person A likes them. That's what pushes me more toward not telling Person B and just leaving the situation alone. I think if Person A was still actively vagueposting about Person B and this was a recent occurrence, I probably would tell Person B, but I don't have enough information to know for sure.

Regardless, I think that yes, Person A's actions would annoy me. It's just kind of a dick move to vaguepost, especially over trivial stuff. Obviously, I don't know if this is something trivial or if it's a legitimate grievance that Person A has, but with the information you've provided, I would probably say that I wouldn't tell Person B.

survey #032

“blood on my shirt, a rose in my hand, you’re looking at like you don’t know who i am”

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend? Uhhh I had a puppy-dog love kinda boyfriend in the 7th grade, however old I was then, but I don't really consider him my "first boyfriend" since we weren't together long and neither of us knew what we wanted; he was just a friend to me, and I've lost connection with him by now so can't confirm, but I am like 95% sure he actually came out as gay way later SOOOO. I started dating Jason, my "real" first boyfriend, when I wasn't even a month shy of 16. If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom? My friend I am so fucking terrified of multiple birth control methods failing with this country and abortion rights rn that you couldn't even PAAAAAY me to have sex w/o one right now. Have you ever had to choose between two people? Yeah actually, building up to Jason finally asking me out, I was very torn between whether I wanted him or Juan. Like to where I literally got advice about it 'cuz I was stressed the fuck out, ha ha. Schedules overlapping putting those two at my house on the same day once will ETERNALLY be one of the most UNCOMFORTABLE days of my life oh my fucking god like these mfers had beef BEFORE I was even involved. If you were given an assignment to draw anything besides stick figures or just doodles, what would you draw? Meerkats. What kind of sound or noise freaks you out the most and why do you think it scares you? Hm... I dunno. Well, wait: the sound of joints popping, ESPECIALLY if it's even remotely loud. It just makes me think of bones snapping. People doing it with their neck is the worst, because I just think of it breaking. If you could get any body part massaged right now, what would you pick? Okay so recently I saw this post about wanting to just rip your spine out and wring that shit like a towel and that,,,,,,,, spoke to me. My back and shoulders always hurt nowadays because of sitting at the desk. What’s the strangest art piece you’ve come across? I have been a deviantART member for over a decade, man. Some people don't censor their fetish insanity and I have wounds that will never heal bc of it. What’s the most clever or unique name you’ve come across for a business? GUUUUUUUUUUUUYS I lost my fucking mind recently when an Indian restaurant called Urbann Turbann was featured in a TV show like PLEASE you can't beat that, I'll be there 2morrow. If you had to name one of your hypothetical future children after a song, which song would you pick? OH JEEZ. Just going with the first one that comes to mind and I like, there's Nymphetamine. Very extra but at least my daughter would have a goddess-sounding name like please child fulfill your destiny Do you hate your last name? Do you wanna get married so you can change it? I don't like my last name, but I'm not in a rush to get married to change it. If I wind up marrying my current partner like I want to then I'm literally getting a worse last name anyway, fuckin' rip. Would you take a million dollars if it meant you had to die a month later? No. Have you ever gotten kicked out of a class for being disruptive? No. How long has it been since you kissed someone? It was just a few days ago. Do you have a romantic preference for boys or girls? I'm into both, BUT just by pure evidence, I do think I might be more attracted to men. I also don't have a lot of "experience" at all with feminine people in ~that way~ so it's hard to really tell???? How old are your parents? Mom is actually going to be 61 very soon, and I know Dad is two years younger than her, so he'd be 58 or 59. Is there a real fireplace in your house? Yes. ... I think it's real? Do your parents drink? I've never seen or heard mention of my dad drinking since the divorce, and Mom barely ever does, really just for special occasions. What does your best friend love that you hate? Ummm I'm not sure, at least not to the intensity of "love" and "hate." If you have a dog, what kind is it? She's a chihuahua that looks absolutely traumatized at all hours and is always quivering bc she's so fucking small (I don't remember the science behind that) and quite frankly she's pretty ugly but we love her anyway lmfao <3 Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? Nah, done it before and it honestly felt very natural. If your best friend grabs your hand, what do you automatically do? Well I mean it would depend on what's going on exactly, but I guess in most cases I'd squeeze or kiss his. Can grills be sexy on a guy? I personally am not attracted to them at all. Do you own any knee-high boots? No, they're not quite that high. I can't wait to fit in the ones that go like half-way up my shins tho please those babies are HOT When you were born was the umbilical cord wrapped around your neck? Uh, I've never been told this, so I'd assume no. Have you ever been told that you talk too much? Yes, and since then I've been self-conscious about it. Do you like to clean? No, I don't think most people do. Team Biden or Team Trump? I voted for Biden because over my dead fucking body was I going to not vote again and let Trump continue to be the face of this shit country. Can you sing the alphabet backwards? I actually can't. Is there any meat that you won’t eat? Anything exotic or hunted. Does your cat use anything other than its scratching post as a scratcher? We literally got this cat a scratching board WITH CATNIP and this mf just ignored it and continues to scratch everything else. e_e son please Have you ever had sex with someone of the same sex? No. Have you ever been kicked out of your house when you were younger? No. How long could you put up with an infant’s screaming? NOT long at all. The noise is obviously unpleasant and triggers my anxiety, but I like actually freak out and want the problem with it fixed by the parents, me, SOMEONE, as quick as humanly possible. I also just really, really hate people crying in the "I hate that they're upset" way, like it physically makes my heart hurt because I don't like other people hurting. Like sure, half the time what babies cry over is nothing serious, but what if it is this time? GAAAAAAAAAAH everything relating to kids just stresses me out. What is something that your pet is frightened of? Roman is VERY quick to run and hide if he suspects a stranger is coming in the house; like he's already at the hall peering at the door to see who it is before deciding whether or not to actually run. My cat trusting you means A LOT, I'm telling you. Then Venus, like a lot of snakes, can sometimes be easily startled by someone walking too quickly in front of her; she'll yank her head back into her hide every now and again when this happens. How old were you when you first started wearing a bra? I don't remember. Tell me something your parents don’t know about. Well my dad doesn't know a shitload of stuff just because I haven't lived with him for a very long time, but something my mom also doesn't know would be uhhhh well most of my sexual history because 1.) I don't share it with pretty much anyone and 2.) we are just way too close as a mother and daughter for me to be okay with talking about even tamer things. What type of dancing would you prefer to try? (tango, salsa, etc) Modern, which I've done in the past when I was a dancer. I don't really know how to explain what kind of dancing that is, but I can see it and recognize it. It's very unique and recognizable imo. What’s the last table food you fed your pet? Quite a while back I gave Roman a piece of like... his first human food ever, half a pepperoni. Roman is very well-behaved around food that isn't his ever since he learned not to mess with it as a kitten, and he was super hesitant to actually take the pepperoni, but he ultimately had a good little snack and still doesn't beg. I DO NOT support regularly giving your pets table scraps, I was just feeling nice that day, haha. Did you ever have to bathe with another sibling when you were younger? Yeah, my little sister. Who is the last person you saw naked? Somebody. Do you prefer “regular kissing” or French kissing? Uhhhh it depends on the mood and the place and whatnot. Are you more likely to give a hickey to someone else or get one? Neither, to be totally honest, but if it's gonna be one of us, it'd probably be me giving it. Have you ever been offered money in exchange for sexual favors? No. Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? I honestly really, really don't like sprinkles on anything. Have you ever wanted to become a lifeguard? No. What is something annoying about the person you like/love? It's more frustrating than it is "annoying," but Christ he is so fucking stubborn. It can be a good thing, sure, it makes him determined, but sometimes it's to his detriment and stress. He'd make a mountain move if he really wanted. Would you be a stay at home parent or send your kid to daycare? It would depend on whether I was employed or not, really, whiiich I realistically don't think I will be. I don't want kids either though, so I'm probably just gonna be a bored housewife. WOW have things not turned out how I planned. Have you ever had to turn someone in before? For what? No. Have you ever had a party when your parents weren’t home? No. What is something that irks you about your sibling(s)? Ashley absolutely settled with her husband, and Nicole... I don't know. I'm very, very honestly so proud of my sisters, and they don't generally "irk" me. Did your parents favor one child over another when you were growing up? Absolutely not. I pretty firmly stand by Dad having felt more connected with me with a lot of evidence, strange when apparently I'M the one with the childhood trauma, but I don't feel like he "liked" me more than Ash or Nicole. How much PDA is too much PDA to witness? As soon as tongue gets involved and your hands start wandering, literally go get a room. What is your favorite Pixar film? Finding Nemo. :''') Could you handle a friends with benefits type of situation? NOOOOOOOOOOOPE, there WILL be emotions involved. At what age do you believe children should begin having screen time? I REALLY don't know, and as stupid as it probably sounds, this is a strong reason as to why the idea of having kids makes me incredibly nervous. I've been addicted to computers/technology since I was a little child, and it has ABSOLUTELY damaged my life in multiple ways; I would be so, so, SO obsessive over making sure my kid(s) didn't overdo it, but I also wouldn't want to OVER-restrict them as a certain family I know does, either. I'm just simply not goihg to know where to set the balance. Which doctor is your least favorite? Primary, eye, dentist, or gynecologist? So this is honestly dangerous and NOT how it's supposed to go, but even at 26 I have never seen a gynecologist and am absolutely, positively TERRIFIED to because I do fucking not want someone doing that, I DO NOT care if you're a professional. I've never been forced to before because I'm a virgin, but that should've stopped being valued over my health many years ago. I'm currently going through a doctor's office change so therefore my primary physician will also be different, BUT he's a man. And I am NOT okay with a male gynecologist; call it generalizing, but that is FUCKING creepy. Wow this question is stressing me out, so basically I have to suck it up and figure this shit out eventually. You own a dragon, but it doesn’t breathe fire - what comes out instead? So like, I don't know what the effects of this would be, but one that breathes like, nebulous starlight and stuff, like basically a little piece of outer space. I saw an effect in Elden Ring by one of the dragons that gave me that kind of visual impression and now I'm Obsessed. Has a bird ever pooped on you before? No, thank god. Have you ever had to be rescued in any way? Describe it. Well, when I ODed and went to the ER, I did have to receive a lot of fluids to ensure there wasn't too high of a concentration of... something in my blood, idr. I'm never going to NOT be surprised by - and thankful for - how lucky I got off, like I took quiiiiite an overdose on cold medicine, and I was fine. Did your parents sing lullabies to you as a child? I'm quite sure my mom did, but I know Dad didn't. His style of parenting when I was growing up was very "there, but absent." Your friend is going to get an abortion. Do you go with her or not? You're goddamn right I'd be right fucking there beside her. What are some questions that you would ask your favorite celebrity? ... You know, I'm sitting here thinking and I don't know if I'd get any questions OUT, just a HELL of a lot of mushiness over how much he's helped me and others. Me meeting Mark would be EMBARRASSING lmfao.

I want be friends with you so bad :( wish i had friends like you around me I'd feel grateful to have you as my friend every day.

omg?????? i don't know what prompted this but i can't stop reading this message.... it makes me feel so warm and cherished 🥺💘 please come off anon or message me privately so we can become friends if you're comfortable with that!! you're so so so sweet.... i would love to be your friend as well! i'm wishing you infinite happiness, love, health, peace, joy and serenity! take care of yourself my dear. i hope you'll make genuine and sincere friends soon irl life too! i'm rooting for you!! 🧸💕🧺🍊🍦🎀🌿🦋🍉🎠🍯🍡

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

“Ugh. You obviously like her.”

The begrudging sigh comes from Yeosang, narrowly giving Wooyoung a heart attack when he realizes that you’re still within earshot. This wouldn’t have been so much of an issue had Yeosang not been so clearly talking about you to Wooyoung, though he barely has any time to recollect himself. Instead, sprawled out on the poolside of the villa the group had rented out for their week-long vacation in Jeju Island, Wooyoung firstly decides that he has no idea what Yeosang’s talking about.

“We’re just friends,” Wooyoung retorts.

“A friend you invite with you on a romantic getaway?” Yeosang asks with a wolfish grin.

Wooyoung shakes his head. He can still see you through the windows of the villa, now in the kitchen talking to Hongjoong. You’re all bright-eyed and glowing from the sun, in a swimsuit you had been putting to use just a few minutes ago when you took a dip in the pool. “Some romantic getaway, considering there’s seven idiots in the same house as us. Also thought this trip was meant to have no distractions.”

Which isn’t really a lie, because while their trip to Jeju was mostly for their YouTube channels, it was also meant to serve as a well-deserved break for the boys, and their leisure work of choice wasn’t exactly taxing and the majority of their trip so far has been spent simply enjoying themselves. Hongjoong had been so adamant too that there would be nothing to hinder them during their well deserved break. And of course you jumped at the offer to tag along when Wooyoung asked you, because you were his best friend but, moreover, his best supporter when it came to his passion and his videos.

“Yeah,” San hums nonchalantly from within the pool. He had been one of the few to jump in with you earlier, “but I don’t think friends flirt with each other on a daily basis.”

“Not to mention your video was all about her,” Jongho adds from beside Wooyoung. “I thought we were supposed to be promoting tourism in Jeju, not Y/N.”

That was a bit of an exaggeration. Sure, you had featured in a lot of the video Wooyoung had only just posted for his “Our Side of the Story” series he was doing (mostly daily vlogs, or aesthetic short films that you’ve always loved ━ much like the others, who have found a way to incorporate their love for music, dance, cooking, and everything in between in their vlogs), but you always made an appearance when you were so close with him. His viewers were used to it by this point, safe for the occasional questioning comments as to whether or not you two were dating. This video in particular saw you having the most fun in a while, frolicking the streets of the city, sprinting across the beach into the shallows of the ocean to try and splash Wooyoung with water; shaved ice shared between you and him and the way you snuck a bite of his when he was preoccupied, bike rides along the waterfront, and clambering along hiking trails so you could pose in a field of flowers that you had so desperately wanted to see.

Now, Wooyoung gives a roll of his eyes. “Funny. I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure,” Yeosang sighs again. “When are you gonna tell her the truth?”

“The video already kind of did,” Jongho points out tauntingly. “If I was Y/N, I would have already realized.”

“Yeah━” San is beaming now as he clambers out of the pool, “but if you don’t want her, Woo, can I make a pass at her? Y’know, just to help take her off your hands━ Ow! What the hell?”

San jumps suddenly when Wooyoung chucks one of the pillows off of the lawn chair at his head.

“Keep your hands off her━” Wooyoung chastises. It’s meant mostly as a joke, but he worries when he recognizes a small part of him seems to care a little too much.

The others seem to find it funny at least, erupting into howling laughter that’s quick to fade when you wander back out to the pool and throw yourself next to Wooyoung.

“They’re definitely starting to catch on.”

Wooyoung lets out a weary sigh, though you’re starting to find it difficult to focus as he continues to kiss down your throat.

So, maybe if any of the boys walked in and saw the both of you in such a compromising position, they would be indescribably confused while also preparing to point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung for technically lying to them. But it isn’t really a lie, and certainly not one neither he nor you were keen on keeping for very long. It’s just that it seemed a whole lot easier to keep your newfound two month relationship with Wooyoung a secret for a small while.

It was mostly to give the both of you enough time to enjoy yourselves thoroughly without the prying eyes of your friends (who, while always supportive, are already passionately invested in your lifelong friendship with Wooyoung, pointing out his feelings for you even far before he could decipher them), their vlogging lifestyle, and their fans, while also waiting for the proper time to expose the truth. After the Jeju trip, you had both promised each other. But that plan was beginning to look more and more faulty as time passes.

What was supposed to be an innocent trip to Jeju with your friends turned into a tricky game in which Wooyoung had entirely different plans that consisted of you only. Specifically, how many times he can find you alone away from the boys to have his way with you. By now, night has since fallen and, after a short duration of time unwinding around a small bonfire in the backyard, the boys had all since retreated to their own rooms. You’re positive most are already long asleep and the ones that aren’t are beginning to nod off, exhausted after a long day and drowsy with liquor from the night of drinking. You’re fortunate Wooyoung at least first chose to find you alone in your room of the villa, but you still panic. Because Wooyoung should be sleeping in his shared room with Hongjoong down the hall from yours, yet here he was.

“My video today probably didn’t help,” Wooyoung adds. 

You hum in response. “I don’t know if sneaking into my room will help with that either.”

At this, Wooyoung grins wide. “It’s fine. Hongjoong’s passed out cold. You should hear his snores. Plus━” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep without wondering how quickly you can cum.”

You nearly choke as you hear the words fall from Wooyoung’s mouth.

But it wasn’t his fault ━ he has needs too.

The first night of your trip called for a joyous celebration at a nearby restaurant that resulted in everyone being blissfully drunk by the time you returned to the villa. You had gotten so dressed up for the occasion that Wooyoung hated to see it go to waste, adorned in a pretty floral sundress ━ one that has always been his favourite (and, no, he promises that’s not solely because of how nice your boobs look in it, though that’s definitely a plus). If the boys could hear his thoughts now, they’d certainly pick him apart.

The house, however big and spacious it may be, is certainly not empty. Even just next door to your room is the shared room both Mingi and San are in. This is a fact you choose to remind your dear boyfriend of now. “The boys are sleeping.”

“Screw the guys,” Wooyoung groans into your neck. His strong arms slide around your middle from behind, pulling you into an all too familiar and warm embrace. He’s caught you just before you can shed your dress and slip into something more comfortable, all radiant and shimmering from a day out in the sun. You melt almost immediately against his chest as he nibbles on the skin just below your ear, on the corner of your jaw. He whispers ardently, “You look really pretty today. You always do, but especially today.”

A gentle smile spreads across your face. You instinctively reach out behind you to rest your hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the hair there. “I wore this dress just for you. I know it’s your favourite.”

“Yeah, because your tits look amazing in it,” he snickers. As if to emphasize this, he reaches down slyly to cup one of your breasts over the material of your dress, giving it a squeeze.

“Well, now you’re just trying to distract me into bed with you.”

“Is it working?” he asks hopefully, a smug grin on his face.

You snicker, fidgeting in his hold to face him and patting at his shoulder. “Maybe if we weren’t surrounded by a group of seven drunk men who could potentially hear and walk in on me sucking you off at any moment.”

But Wooyoung has already waited all day for the boys to leave you two alone. Waiting any longer may as well have felt like an eternity in a certain type of special hell that he wasn’t exactly keen on.

“And?” A sudden smirk stretches across his face. He leans in close to you, lips brushing faintly against your ear. “You didn’t have a problem letting me fuck you against the practice room mirror the other day.”

You swat lightly at his chest, scoffing suddenly. “Wooyoung!”

But he has a point. In all fairness, it had been his idea to take you against the practice room mirror when the boys had gone home and you were dropping off food to your poor boyfriend still working late at night. You certainly hadn’t complained then when he had you coming around his cock with the practice room door left unlocked. It’s such a Wooyoung thing to say too, being that he’s not often caught off guard, especially when he’s so blatant and confident about all things sex.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants for one night, Woo?”

“No, he’s in pain,” he pouts childishly. He bites playfully at the tip of your nose.

You sputter for air, dissolving into a fit of laughter. “You did not just call your dick a he━”

“Okay, I’m in pain,” he corrects. He starts kissing down and back up your neck. “It’s not my fault you look extra hot today. Besides, you looked like you were having so much fun today. Is it so wrong for me to want to keep pampering my beautiful girlfriend?”

“With your dick?”

“Yes, with my dick.”

You snort.

“And━” He drags out the word purposely, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t even want you to suck me off, by the way. All I want is to fuck you senseless right now.”

Oh.

His words send a nerve right down to your core. Your thighs instinctively press together at the thought.

All things considered, you’re not any better. There was no denying how devastatingly attractive your boyfriend always looked, but especially today. A well-deserved break and the Jeju sun did him well, with a beautiful tan starting to glow on his face, free of any make-up or cover-ups. The usual stress of city life and work doesn’t weigh heavy on his brows anymore, and though his hair has gotten longer, it’s a neat and pretty mess ━ a little unruly from the sun and chlorine, and from having taken it down from its half-ponytail, but pretty nonetheless ━ with the under half of it bleached blonde and the top half dyed black. Dressed in nothing but a casual old t-shirt and a pair of board shorts, he’s both wholesomely cute and yet sexy at the same time.

And, while you are surrounded by a group of rowdy boys, Wooyoung isn’t necessarily wrong. He always seems to have a knack for making anything romantic enough if he tries, attributed to his charming ways. A night of lovemaking (or whatever he has in mind) in your room with a beachside view is, all things considered, kind of romantic.

You purse your lips now. “Think they’re all asleep?”

“With how wasted they are? Absolutely,” Wooyoung says brightly. “I tripped over a shoe in our room and Hongjoong didn’t even move.”

It’s risky, sure, but the sudden yearning to be with Wooyoung was almost debilitating. There was no doubt you could both get away with having sex in a packed house, right? Either way, it doesn’t really seem to matter. You’ve already been persuaded, and Wooyoung knows.

He pulls you in for a kiss and you let him get carried away for a moment, reveling in the way he needily nips and sucks at your lower lip. Then, finding a second of clarity, you can be heard saying against his mouth breathlessly, “We’ll have to be quiet.”

“Mmm,” he hums distractedly. “So quiet.”

But that was like asking Wooyoung not to breathe. It’s this passing thought, and the way he pulls and tugs you over to sit on his lap as he sinks onto the edge of the bed in a desperate haste, that has you giggling. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down to the underside of your jaw and then along your throat.

You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck as you begin to rut your hips against his slowly. “You look really handsome today, baby. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed for once.”

His stare meets yours suddenly, all sparkling and awed. He grips your waist and presses you a little more firmly against his hips so you can feel his semi-hard dick against your inner thigh. “Ugh,” he sighs, “say that again and I’ll bust a nut right here and now.”

Another giggle meets his ears, but this time it’s a little less focused as it splinters off into a whimper the longer you continue to grind against him. You decide to humour him. “I saw your vlog. It was pretty.”

He audibly whines now, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. “Yeah? I worked hard on it.”

“Is that how you see me?” You think back to the video and how you looked, the soft music overlapping it all.

“Yeah,” he deadpans, “like that piece of washed up kelp you tried throwing at me today━”

“You’re so━”

“I’m joking. Of course that’s how I see you, but that’s only a fraction of what you look like to me. A camera doesn’t do you justice.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” You snicker.

“So pretty.” He kisses you again, this time a little more earnestly. He sighs dreamily against your lips, “No, actually. If my dick isn’t in you in the next minute, I’m gonna go insane.”

A delighted simper sounds from you. “Don’t even have to cum, just as long as you do━”

Your jaw drops open as you find an angle that has you pushing your clit against his clothed dick just right. But even though you had so innocently offered to only get him off, part of the fun was seeing how quickly and how many times he could make you cum before finishing himself off. You deserve it, after all.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he moans. He takes a moment to appreciate you in your current state. You, straddling his lap, eager hips moving against his with your brows pinched in concentration, the pretty material of your dress hiking up around your thighs. He reaches down, palms rough as they grip at the soft flesh of your thighs. “Look at you, already so needy for me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Wooyoung fidgets beneath you. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your throat.

“How do you want me first, princess?” he asks sweetly now, peppering kisses along your throat, tongue soothing the marks he’s left behind. “Want my fingers in you?”

“N-No━” You croak. “Just wanna feel your dick.”

Excitement prickles at the tips of his fingers as he massages circles against your hips. “In your mouth or in you?”

“In me,” You rasp. “Now. Please, Woo━”

He marvels for a moment at how he’s so stupidly in love with you and your pretty words despite them having such dirty implications, and he hastens to please you. A wolfish grin tugs at his lips as he smothers them against your mouth, but then the giddy sensation of finally getting to have his cock buried in your walls overcomes him. He murmurs into a wet kiss, “As much as I love this dress, let’s get it off of you.”

He hastens to help you shove the straps of your dress down your shoulders, then off your arms. Then, he watches as you stand up to shimmy your way out of it, the material pooling at your feet, exposing your figure and the fact that you’re not even wearing a bra. The swell of your breasts meets his eyes first, and you’ve barely just kicked your way out of your panties when he’s pulling you onto his lap again, warm mouth latching onto one of your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple, teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud. He can’t seem to get enough, moving to bite and suck at the soft flesh all over, shifting from one to the other, then down the valley of your breasts. A moan falls from your lips, hands pulling harshly at his hair as you push him further into your chest.

“Wooyoung…” You whine. “We gotta be quick.”

Though he wants nothing more than to mark up your chest all over, he relents only when he remembers that the boys are nearby. “Okay, okay━ Here━”

He grabs at your waist, shifting you around until you’re on your back splayed out beneath him. Towering over you, he pushes the material of his shorts down, pulling his aching dick from the tight confinements. Your eyes fall to the way he fists himself hurriedly, tip all red and glistening with precum, and the one prominent vein bulging along his length. You bite at your lip, legs instinctively spreading wider for him.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks, excited. “With the guys here?”

“Think it’s too late to ask when we’re both already naked,” You giggle. You remind him again, this time a little weaker, “Just remember to be quiet.”

He hums in response. Then, he teases you by running the length of his hard dick against your slick folds, already dripping with slick arousal.

“God, baby,” he groans, “you’re so wet already.” He taps the tip of his cock against your pussy, the sudden jolt sending your head spinning. As he rubs himself on you, the sticky wetness glides along the prominent vein of his length and spreads messily out to the top of your inner thighs. “Did I do all this to you?”

“Woo, no teasing,” You chastize in a small whine. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling, and you hate having to resist all his teasing touches. “What if someone tries coming in?”

He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Let them. If it’s Seonghwa, even better. I can finally get payback for when he purposely ate some girl out on my bed.”

You snort lazily, stifling your giggles. “Focus, baby.”

“I am focused,” he says smugly. He emphasizes this by pressing his dick a little harder against your folds, teasing the tip of it against your entrance. “With you spread out like this for me, all sexy━ Fuck, I’m so focused.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is that the thought alone of one of the boys walking in on the both of you is enough to excite him to no end. He can imagine it now, one of them wandering into the room while you’re writhing beneath Wooyoung, taking his dick so well, moaning nothing but his name. He yearns to feel you all at once, hurrying to please you.

Without warning, he pushes himself into you, cock stretching you wide in just the way you both like. Almost immediately, low gasps and groans sound from the both of you.

“Ah, f-fuck! Woo━” You smother your sudden cries with a hand clamping over your mouth.

“Shit, I know,” he sputters for air. His voice is heavy in your ear, a low grunt only for you to hear. “You feel so fucking good, baby━”

His head is swimming even just at the way your walls wrap around his tip so snug. He pushes himself into you the rest of the way, bottoming out with a sudden forceful and indulgent thrust when━

The headboard slams against the wall, exceptionally loud.

“Fuck, Wooyoung━ Woo━” You grip at his arms. “The bed.”

His eyes meet yours, stunned momentarily as you wait and listen. A minute passes, but the house continues to remain silent.

“It’s okay. Even if they do hear, it’s not as if they probably won’t know what we’re doing,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “We haven’t exactly been very careful lately.”

“Still,” You insist. Your walls throb around his hard dick, desperate for some sort of movement. “It’ll give me some peace of mind.”

His heart swoons at your timidness, and though he has fun teasing you, he would never actually want to risk getting caught by one of the boys (however many close calls he’s already had with you) or, worse, upsetting you to the point of no return.

In the next moment, Wooyoung pulls out of you, then pushes back in again, this time less forceful. He swears he tries to be wary of the bed and of making too much noise but, much to both of your dismay, while the frame doesn’t bang against the wall too noticeably, the bed still creaks beneath you.

Wooyoung grits his teeth. He tries again, then one more time, and though your head lolls back at the sensation of him stretching you wide, you meet his gaze with your own apprehensive hazy one. Even Wooyoung’s patience is wearing thin when all he wants to do is tear you apart ━ that, and the slight creak of the bed is enough to start driving him insane.

“Fuck this,” his pace stutters to a halt, “let’s get on the floor. Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?”

“Good idea.” Your heart jolts in your chest from the excitement.

Within a matter of seconds, he’s parting from you, leaving you momentarily stunned at the loss of warmth. He helps you to your feet so that the both of you can sink to the floor on your knees. Before you can drop into all fours, Wooyoung stops you by reaching out for the blanket on the bed and tucking it underneath the both of you, but mostly to soften the ground underneath your knees. When he catches you surveying him with a fond gleam in your eyes, he quirks a brow.

“What? It’s just so you don’t get too uncomfortable,” he says sweetly, peppering a few kisses along your shoulder. “Is this good?”

“Amazing.” Your heart swells at all his gentle touches. You catch his lips on yours, faintly murmuring, “I love you. Like, so much.”

You can feel his grin against your mouth. “You know I love you too. And as much as I would also love to hear you go on about how I’m the most perfect boyfriend, I need to be in you right now.”

A pretty giggle meets his ears, and he marvels for a second how you’re so quick to oblige. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your ass juts out in his direction. You give it a little tempting wiggle, and he hurries to position himself behind you. With one hand on the small of your back, he guides you back down his length.

“Ah━ Fuuuck━” He moans. “Arch your back a little more for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told, leaning forward just enough on your elbows and sticking your hips back to meet his as he sinks balls deep into your core. Then, he’s crumbling apart, all breathy panting as he tries to focus.

“Shit, baby━”

“Mmm━”

“You’re so tight. So wet. I’m not gonna last,” he pouts, as if it’s a genuine disappointment. He watches as he pulls out of your heat just enough before shoving himself back in, his dick covered in a glistening sheen of your arousal. You’re so damn wet, he wonders how he hasn’t slipped from you yet. His hands grip and tug at your ass, spreading you to see the way your cunt pulsates and stretches around his dick. So perfect, almost as if you were made for him. “Tell me. Wanna hear how good you feel right now.”

“S-So good,” You mumble drunkenly. “God, you’re so good, Woo. Fuck━!”

His gaze droops down to your breasts, bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. He reaches around and grabs at one of your boobs. The gentle shake of the soft flesh in his palms is always his favourite feeling, and he can’t help but squeeze at them now because, god, he really does love your tits. If he had all the time in the world, he would do anything to fuck himself between your boobs, and cum all over your chest ━ but that will have to wait for now.

“Ah━ Fuck━ Wish I could take my time with you right now,” he moans, planting sloppy kisses along your shoulder. “I can’t wait till we’re alone. Gonna take care of you so well, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. He reaches down with his other hand, thumb pressing against the tight hole of your ass. The sensation alone is enough to have you nearly keeling over, a strangled cry of pleasure ripping from you. “Want you coming on my tongue so bad. Gonna fuck you against every surface too. You deserve it. You’re always so good to me, princess.”

“Only for you,” You whimper. If he wasn’t so pressed for time, the affirmation alone would have been more than enough to make him melt in your very hands. But his dick is still so hard, and your pussy is still so wet, all he can focus on is not slipping from your walls with every thrust of his hips. “Ah, Wooyoung! Y-You’re so━ So hard━”

You bite harshly at your lip when a loud moan threatens to spill from you. You bury your face in the blanket around you, clutching so tightly at the material. A part of Wooyoung finds it amusing, if only because, if the boys are awake and don’t hear your lewd moans, there’s no doubt they won’t be able to hear the sound of skin against skin as his hips slap against your ass.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he coaxes now. “Moan out loud for me.” When you shake your head, he snickers. “Want it harder? Will that help you?”

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, a little rougher than usual. It sends you teetering forward, a broken groan tumbling from you that’s left muffled by the blanket. He can hear you mumble wantonly, “Don’t be a tease.”

A cheshire-like grin spreads across his face. “Here━ Come sit on my dick. Wanna feel you so deep━”

His words make you moan softly, followed by the way he pulls out of you just quickly enough to sit back against the bed. He tugs you onto his lap and you follow suit, spreading your legs further apart as you sink onto his leaking dick. Down, down, down, until it almost feels as if he’s hitting your cervix, and suddenly you’re not so sure you’ll be able to keep it together any longer. That, mixed with the way he’s gazing at you, all hooded eyed and alluring, you’re very close to dissolving into a mess right in his very arms.

“Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, baby━” You grip at his shoulders as you adjust to the new feeling, hips squirming above his. “Wooyoung, please━”

But your words fall short. The desperate plea that hinges in your voice fades into nothing more than the urgent need to feel more of him, to have him absolutely wreck you, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his dick.

“Please what, baby?” he taunts lazily. But he knows what he’s doing, slyly beckoning you to make a mess, and moan for him.

His palms are warm as they slide up your sides, then around your back, hugging you close to his chest. He thrusts his hips up just once into you, sending you into a haste that has you lifting yourself up and then back down his cock. As you adopt a steady and reckless pace that has you bouncing on his length, he watches your every reaction. The way your face contorts at the sheer pleasure, brows pinched so hard in concentration, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Your hands reach out to thread through his long locks, pretty blonde tresses running through the seams of your fingers. You tug lightly at the root, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N━” His head rolls back against the mattress at your quick pace. “You’re so fucking sexy━ So desperate for my dick━ Ah━”

He moans suddenly, only this time it’s less muffled than before. Whether he does it the first time to tease you or simply because he had gotten carried away, you aren’t quite sure. Either way, it’s enough to startle you, even amongst the daze you’re in.

“Wooyoung━” Your voice is a small warning, but it lacks any severity when it splinters into a whine. “Not so loud.”

“They’re━ Ah, fuck━ sleeping━”

You meet his mischievous stare with your own heedful one. Your pace slows, if only just, and you’re certain this time that when he moans even louder, it’s entirely on purpose.

“Woo!” You clamp a hand softly over his mouth, smothering the tail end of his crude groan.

The grin that forms on his face beneath your hand is evident of his amusement of his toying with you but it turns sluggish quickly. The sight to see is hot enough, with the drowsy lopsided smirk poking out from underneath your hand as he watches you continue to ride him, now a measured gyrating against his own hips. When he realizes you’ve chosen to keep your hand over his mouth, he reaches up to grab a hold of your wrist, his large fingers splaying out and then up over your knuckles.

“Come on, baby. It’s okay. Let it out,” he hums. He kisses at your fingertips, tongue swiveling around to suck on your digits delicately. “Not even one tiny moan? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

He can feel your thighs begin to shake around him and, judging by the crescendoing of whimpers tumbling from your mouth, he senses you’re close. Your free hand still grips at his hair, this time a little tighter as you try to anchor yourself in place to rock your hips a little faster. Wooyoung hisses delightfully at the feeling, a small lethargic chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest.

Rough hands grab at your waist now, shifting you around abruptly until you’re splayed out on the floor on your back with him hovering over you. His length stays wedged snugly in your walls, never once slipping, and as he settles against your chest, he lifts one of your legs up and over his shoulder. An animalistic growl slips from him at your pinched face, and the way your cunt starts to squeeze around him. With this angle that his hips pound into yours, his cock hits so deep into your core, pummeling against your cervix again and again.

“H-Harder━ Wooyoung━” You pant. “Please━ I’m gonna━”

Finally, a moan sounds from you. Loud and unabashed, a little broken and exhausted, but beautiful to Wooyoung’s ears nonetheless. In fact, it’s so sexy of a noise that it’s enough to nearly push him over the edge but he relents, if only just for a little longer.

“Ah, there’s my favourite sound,” he smirks. His tongue lavs at the underside of your jaw, and your hand finds itself tangled in his hair once more. “Gonna be a good girl and let the boys hear you now?”

You try with all your might to silence yourself, but the task proves more and more difficult. A few more slams of his hips into yours, and you’re crumbling apart right before his eyes.

“Fuck━ Wooyoung━”

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Cum for me.”

As you come, the sudden gush of wetness around your core coats his length and he almost accidentally slips from your cunt. You’re clenched so tightly around him, Wooyoung feels as if he has to gasp for air to stay focused. His eyes still stay trained on you, watching as your face contorts as you writhe beneath him. But it’s your shameless moaning that sets him off, albeit still softer than usual but much louder than he was expecting from you with the boys so close by.

“Ah━ You’re so fucking hot━” he whines. “Gonna cum━”

Every thrust of his hips sends you bobbing up and down, and as you come down from your high the pleasurable feeling of his hard cock still burrowed in your sensitive walls has you whimpering softly. Your legs try to separate further, beckoning him for more.

“Cum in me, Youngie,” you beckon dazedly. “Wanna feel it so bad━”

“Oh, fuck━” he gasps. “Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You’re so good to me, baby. Aren’t you?”

His pace quickens, hips snapping into yours urgently. One final shuddering thrust and he’s overwhelmed by his orgasm, cock pulsating within your aching walls as his cum fills you up. He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans, listening to the sharp gasp for air you take when you feel his release.

He rides out his high in a few more leisure rolls of his hips, though he seems more concerned now with kissing your throat slowly. He gently unravels your leg from his shoulder, then slumps against you like the comfortable heavy weight that he is. His dick lays softening still buried within your walls, now leaking with his cum.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” You hear him sigh dreamily into your neck. “‘Cause you are.”

“Almost daily,” You concur with a giggle. Your own fingers smooth out his hair, fixing the messy strands, and he croons with delight. He leaves a trail of sweet kisses up along your throat, then your jaw, and then the corner of your mouth. Safe for the laboured breathing as you both try to calm your shrill hearts, you’re made aware so suddenly of just how quiet the room suddenly is. “There’s no way the guys slept through all of that.”

“I’m sure they did.” Wooyoung nibbles gingerly at your lip. “There’s nothing to worry about. Especially right now. I’m so tired. We can deal with the potential consequences later.”

You snort. “How did I know that’s exactly what you would say?”

You catch him smirking before he plants one last kiss on your lips. Somehow, he’s able to pry himself off of you long enough to slip into his shorts laying discarded on the floor before disappearing outside of the room into the darkened hallway. He returns moments later with a damp towel to help clean up the sticky mess between your legs, then tugs you back onto the bed with him.

“They’ll see you sneaking out of my room if you sleep here,” You point out through a yawn.

“I’ll get up before them,” he insists. “Just give me an hour with you, like this.”

You can’t resist the urge.

At the very least, you fall asleep first in his arms, his fingers playing with your hair. He must slip away from you at some point during the night, unraveling himself carefully from your sleeping figure to retreat to his own room. You’ll tell the boys eventually of your relationship with Wooyoung, you swear.

But for now, there, under the covers of the bed, you have all the time in the world to enjoy yourself with Wooyoung in pure, unadulterated silence.

In the morning when you wake up, you join your boyfriend with the rest of the boys downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast.

You’re the last to arrive, having wanted to take your time in the shower ━ a fact that Wooyoung laments, because he wanted nothing more than to shower with you to “save water” (which really just translates to more sex), but with only two bathrooms and nine people, the feat seemed impossible. Now, you sidle into the seat next to Wooyoung at the kitchen table, smiling down at him when his eyes flicker to you which seems to go unnoticed by the others.

“How was your night?” Yunho asks passively once you’ve settled into place. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, as Wooyoung answers, “Best sleep of my life.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” This amused offhanded scoff comes from San under his breath. It causes Mingi to almost choke on his sip of orange juice as he snorts into the glass.

“What was that?” Wooyoung asks.

“Oh, nothing,” San says. The smirk on his face says otherwise. “Thought we heard some loud noises last night. It was weird.”

Then there’s Mingi, leaning across the table to catch your attention alone. He shoots you a more merciful look, though he still seems entertained nevertheless when he whispers to you, “You have something on your neck.”

Your hand instinctively clamps onto your throat, over the spot Mingi points to as you mentally curse yourself. While you had been so preoccupied the night before trying not to make any noise, you forgot to warn Wooyoung against leaving any noticeable marks on your body ━ a bad habit of his, and your fatal mistake for forgetting to check the morning after.

The others are fortunately not paying attention, already absorbed in their own conversations, but the horror of so clearly being found out by San and Mingi sends you into a frenzy. It even seems to alarm Wooyoung judging by the way he starts laughing nervously, though maybe that’s because your knee bashes against his under the table and sends him jumping in his seat.

Clearly, you have a lot of explaining to do. Eventually.

The last thing you hear San say before he and Mingi howl with laughter seems to make even the charmingly confident Wooyoung slightly frazzled, and leaves you all the more confused.

“Some romantic getaway, huh?” 

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fifty bucks & six months.

spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

two months.

“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”

Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.

“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.

Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”

“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”

Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”

two months and two weeks.

PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)

YN: ???

PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes

YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened

PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi

YN: derek blabbed

PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)

YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine

PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately

YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?

PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER

YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone

PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg

YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me

PG: smart boy

YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’

PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder

YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet

four months.

Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.

When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.

“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.

His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.

As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.

“Reid?”

Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.

“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.

“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”

The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”

Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”

four months and three weeks.

Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.

The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.

Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.

“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”

You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”

He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”

“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.

“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.

As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.

“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”

He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.

“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”

Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.

five months.

SR: Can I talk to you about something?

DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue

SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.

DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?

SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?

DM: wym?

SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?

DM: does this count as collusion?

SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.

DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?

SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.

DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?

SR: Maybe.

DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?

SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.

DM: is there something you’re not telling me?

SR: Don’t worry about it.

five months, three weeks and six days.

In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.

“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”

You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.

“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.

“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.

“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.

“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.

Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.

You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.

“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”

Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.

“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.

“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.

petition for stem koo to do all the things for oc he originally said no one does (make her lunchboxes, makes her cheerful...) bc i think that’s a beautiful redemption arc

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook's day one of his redemption agenda doesn't go that well in the end

"namjoon!!! my man. got any updates for me?"

seokjin strolls coolly on the way to his office, hair slicked back and his dress shirt definitely missing more than a few buttons

what's head admin gonna do??? dress-code him???

fire him???? PLS HE'D BE BETTER OFF!!!!

jin makes student affairs his bitch,,, not the other way around

"for the last time, i am nOt your secretary!!" namjoon stresses as he ceases his typing just to glare at him

he's the university registrar and everyone needs to go through him and at this point he's like a historical landmark from how he's made impact in less than two years

and he and seokjin graduated from the same batch!!!! they're the uncanny always pair for the subjects they shared together

it was definitely weird but functional lol cause one is uptight yet hardworking and the other's relaxed yet smart

sue them for working in the same place they swore they'd never go back to after graduation </3

"if you say-"

"some kid's been waiting for you even before i opened the office. made him sit inside but i just told him that he'd be expelled if he even tries to touch your coffee machine."

namjoon says even before jin could finish the sentence, clearly holding that in until the last minute

jin's obviously a lil annoyed because he's starting work as early as now but the way that joon laid all that out on him is a highlight for him

"thanks. knew you're a secretary for me first and a registrar second."

"no. i'm a national citizen before-"

alright alright he's not listening anymore

this bETTER be important because jin has to hold out his morning routine for whoever this kid is

"what can i possibly do for you today?" he rubs his eyes in preparation, intentionally dragging his steps because just looking at how near he is to his work computer gives him vertigo

"mr. kim!!!"

no

there is no way

there is no fATHOMABLE way that this has got to be happening to seokjin right now

"..... jungkook. what a pleasure."

he sits on his chair, voice gritted and monotone and he could just feel his eye twitching, his clenched fist under his deck now flipping off the kid in secret

it's a last-minute realization that he grasps that jungkook doesn't know you're his friend and it presents some really unique vantage points

like the time that seokjin recounted about a ridiculous student's filing for theft of his lunchboxes and he turned out to be your crush

or when he used his student affairs capabilities and pulled up resources left and right when jungkook broke your heart then seriously contemplated about messing up his academic record

or that time when he delivered a high and sleepy you to bed and then heard the entire conversation (if you could even call it that) between yoongi and this fucking nerd

"i need your help, mr. kim. you're the closest one to me i could ask!!" jungkook pleads desperately, the big doe eyes not really inducing an effect on him whatsoever lmao

"mhmm. i may not be the person for the job. counseling is right next door."

jin hums without even attempting to get jungkook to elaborate because for all he knows, his services aren't exactly open for people who hurt his friends >:(

(a guy once bumped shoulders with yoongi twice on the same day with aTTITUDE!!! and seokjin just dismissed the dude's concerns when a prof of his, who's a buddy of jin's, suddenly gave him an F)

seokjin IS student affairs

“no, no. you’re the only one who can help me!! you see, i-i just feel this brotherly connection with you and-“

“we talked once.”

god what did you used to see in this kid??

a crybaby aND an easily-attached personality to him? god it’s like jungkook’s just asking jin to pick on him

jungkook doesn’t seem to pick up how jin’s making it obvious he really doesn’t want to be of help if it has something to do with him

he likes interrupting and jin’s just the perfect match to interrupt him even earlier so now they just sound like one of those dubsmash snippets

“MR. KIM!!! how do you make lunchboxes? i don't know how.”

jeez where are his manners :O aren’t nerds like him supposed to worship the ground that admins walk on,,,

but what did pique his attention is the content of what jungkook just said

.... lunchboxes?

jin doesn’t want to give the kid benefit of the doubt because the last time he did that, you got hurt!!!!

if he has to hear hyeji’s name one more time, he’d really waste no time in stripping jungkook’s name from the honor roll

“remember that time i thought someone was stealing my lunchboxes?” he quizzes jin like it’s his job, clueless how he’s poking the bear even more with where he decides to go with this, “yeah. turns out no one was.”

was that not made clear the first time around!!!!!! he knows for a fact that a uni student would trade a classmate for a pack of gum but nO ONE would go for stealing a lunchbox

no one wakes up one day and decides that they’d steal a lunchbox. literally none

“but then this random girl claimed that it was hers a-and well i-...”

kook pauses to gauge jin’s reaction, clearly seeing now the one brow that’s raised at him

oh so if jungkook just asked him how to make a lunchbox, and he called h-word random,,,, then that would mean-

“i may have hurt the original giver of my lunchboxes at the process.”

.... that means he’s asking how to make a lunchbox for you

well that was a pleasant surprise

seokjin snorts briefly at that, dryly chuckling with his eyes widening to stress out his “non-threat” that’s pretty mUCH a threat

“wow. i might just give you a sanction for that.”

does he think jungkook’s a good person? lol he has to think about that for a month

was he wrong for hurting you that way? ultimately yes

but did he think at some point that jungkook’s completely heartless and wouldn’t try to redeem himself to his senior? no, not completely

but is he still on your team, regardless if the kid begs for mercy and you forgive him? yea a hundred percent :D yoongi and seokjin could never be brought out from your circle

"and you're doing this why?"

this is a no-brainer question for jungkook but the question still spooks him, feeling the chills at his neck that responding to seokjin is like a sTEPPING STONE when it comes to you

lmao if only he knew

"i uh, i just really wanna make this right. i messed up completely and it's pretty much unforgivable, but i atleast wanna try and give my best even if she doesn't forgive me, y'know?"

interesting

"mhmm. right, right."

???

he's still mad but he appreciates that jeon's doing the bare minimum of redeeming himself

speaking of, the poor kid looks like he's pissing himself because he may have just embarrassed himself with how long the silence stretches out

maybe,,, just maybe jin's gonna try and be a bridge this time

but like as soon as jungkook lacks for a fourth of a second, seokjin would BURN that bridge faster than a blink

"well first of all, you buy a lunchbox."

RIGHT RIGHT

:O

jungkook grabs a literal pocket notebook and jin pretends he didn't see that because WHO the hell does that!!!!

"of course... okay, proceed!! i'm taking notes," jungkook nods in understanding, jotting down the very important advice of not ordering from online because you can't smell the material through a screen

p.s. smelling containers before you buy them is a VITAL thing to do!! it already tells you about the quality at the first sniff

"are you buying one?"

"buying one for every day of the week. i'm thinking if i should get extras too-

"good idea. i recommend buying eight."

alright seokjin's mentioning some very specific colors and schemes and jungkook's not complaining!!!

MAYBE HE'S ONTO SOMETHING!!!

"what meals should i make? i don't even know what she likes!! and even if i knew what, how would i make it?"

why is his heart racing

yoongi may have taught you how to do your taxes but jin taught you how to cook food that's more than four steps!!!

he taught you how to not flinch at all when you're frying and that's the equivalent of raising you to be the woman that you are now <3

look at him and yoongi being your best friends!! teaching you about taxes and being unnerved at cooking oil and busting out a smoke ring or two <3

in fact, the lunches you've cooked for jungkook are all inspired and derived by seokjin!!!

the fact that jungkook's plan isn't bad and the way everything pieces together with his insight,,,, goosebumps luv

"....hypothetically? what i think she'd like?"

jungkook eagerly nods with stars in his eyes, fingers gripping onto his pen for dear life as he tries to channel all his listening techniques into this lecture

"get a bigger notepad."

:O

wow

"look at you!!" yoongi gushes the moment he sees you, waiting at you from the front door

you're going back to your classes again :D

you don't look as worse as you did four days ago!! you're not as sluggish and as animated too

"please don't," you snort as yoongi doesn't seem to stop looking at you like you've saved the world, giving no fight when he insists on carrying your backpack to your first class of the day

the past four days,, yeah they were undoubtedly rough

you slept as much as you could and for the moments you weren't dejected enough to be awake, you spent it surrounding yourself with seokjin and yoongi as much as possible

that's the beauty of hanging out them!!! you're not required to have a single thought lmao

except for the time when yoongi wondered aloud how eels even live and die (or if they even do???) in the first place and that sent everyone in a spiral and you didn't think of jungkook for a single seconds

you're not intimidated to go back to regular programming or with the fact that it's nOT unlikely you'd see a glimpse of jungkook in the hall and such

but that does mean that even if you're the bigger person, you're still gonna avoid him for as long as you could

speaking of!!!! you're looking for the person now that you're eager to find

"taehyung!!"

there he is :D you'd recognize that fluffy mop of permed hair anywhere

"y/n!!"

tae jumps over chairs in excitement to finally see you again after being so worried for you, engulfing you in a hug immediately

alright you see why yoongi thinks he's a golden retriever

you're clearly not a touchy-feely person but you'd let this one pass,, tae helped you (even indirectly) throughout your downtime anyways

"thank you so much for the cookies. i tried taking smaller bites just because i didn't wanna have them disappear that easy," you confess sheepishly, knowing how you had to pull the i just got my heart broken like two days ago multiple times so the two menaces would stop stealing from your stash

:D

jungkook's excited!!!! seokjin may have given him a tip that "he felt it in his gut" that you were gonna go to class today

he came a little late because he wanted to perfect the very loaded lunchbox that's in his backpack right now

oh weird

you're not in your usual chair

bUT jungkook sees a glimpse of your hair and he's certain that you're there and his heart may be beating out of his ribcage

a baby peach lunchbox with a sticker (of what seokjin said he thought you'd like) on the middle of the lid :D

pork katsudon with furikake rice aND coffee jelly pudding on the side!!! it was definitely pressure-racking to strictly adhere to jin's recipe but god does it look worth it

jungkook's only did miniature taste tests on it and he had to stop himself from devouring the lunch that he's made specifically for you

the lunchbox itself is tied neatly with a silk wrap, adding his touch of sewing your name visibly on it aND there's a scribble taped to the lid too

god jungkook really can't wait to make it up to you

sheesh that was one of THEE longest lectures you've ever felt you had

it was actually the same amount of time it's always been but maybe you've been out of practice from just staying at your dorm for days

tae's great company but he could be a little bit chatty!!! you just nod when you feel his voice go up and he apparently gets excited by that easily

.... he apparently also has a small bladder and he told you that within the whole hour of class

"hold on. i gotta pee before next period. go without me!!!' taehyung hurriedly slings his backpack to his arm, looking ridiculous in a rush

tae's sometimes unintentionally funny because you don't even share next period anyways

you're on your way to the exit when a shiny scarf catches the corner of your eye, having to squint at it because wow does it look pretty

is that-

is that your nAME???

you pick it up before you could even rationalize it, realizing then what it was wrapping when you feel the warmth on your hands

:")

"sorry i forgot my headband!!!"

taehyung stumbles back into the room, catching his breath to run back to his seat and fetch the headband he took from his hair to play with awhile ago

he looks shocked to see what's on your hands, flicking his gaze between you and the item but he doesn't think much of it

wOW that's a really shiny scarf!!!

"tae?"

"hmm yeah? what's up?"

he's about to jog back to the comfort room because he hasn't really relieved himself yet, not bearing to leave his headband in the room when anyone could snatch it up

you raise your lunchbox, a thankful gaze on your eyes that looks so close to crying which is why tae's mORE than lost now

"thanks for the lunch."

..

.....

jungkook could only helplessly watch.

She’s Always There (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Key:

Y/n: Your Name

Y/l/n: Your Last Name

Y/n/n: Your Nickname

Y/e/c: Your Eye Color

Y/h/c: Your Hair Color

Prompt Given To Me By @ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhh.tumblr.com: hey!! so the reason I'm messaging is because I wanted to request something but can't fit it all into an ask lmao. anyways could i please request a Paul Lahote x reader where the reader has been super close to the whole pack for years and has been Paul's imprint but doesn't know it (bc Sam thought it would be best to keep u away from it all) and they decide to finally tell you about being shapeshifters and being Paul's imprint and you're so mad about them not telling u earlier and there's a huge argument and they and Paul tries to calm you down but you say stuff like 'leave me alone' and things like that and it sounds like you're rejecting him/the bond in ur angry breakdown. anyways Paul is heartbroken and can't get out of bed or eat or anything so the guys finally convince you to come back bc they and Paul need you and it's just the reader cuddling with him and getting him out of bed to take a shower and eat and he realizes that you're not going anywhere and it's just like healing the imprint bond? sorry for this WALL of text, I've just had this idea stuck in my head for a while lol. if you don't want to do it, that's completely fine!! thank you for your time ♡

ok so my guy,, bc this fic has been stuck in my head for a bit, some scenes have developed? so idk i hope this isn't too much, but if u do write it, would u be willing to add like some angst to it, obvi, and maybe a scene/part lol where when the reader tries to get him to shower (bc the misinterpreted rejection made him like super depressed and he just felt low about himself) he won't shower, because he doesn't want to come out and the reader is gone. so either they shower together (not smutty just angst&fluff) or she sits like in the bathroom while he showers LOL. and when he feels a bit better, they go down to eat and he's touching some part of her at all times. if this is too much to like,, include then that's a-okay. i just need to get this OUT of my MIND ugh lmao!/!

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: The Reader has been friends with most of the pack members for her whole life. Which is why, after months of silence and strange changes, she was willing to let them back into her life— until she finds out she’s been told lies that leave her in danger, of course. After a big freak out and two weeks of avoiding them, the boys come begging for her help; it turns out that Paul has some wolf-y claim on her, and whatever she said to him has left him worse for wear...

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Nudity, Angst, and Cursing.

A/n: this is literally like a whole novel I’m so sorry I got carried away. this is kinda based on a lot of fics I read where the imprint has the potential to really hurt people and I named Paul’s dad.

Word Count: 2.9k+

“The legends are real!?”

Y/n Y/l/n hasn’t ever been so disturbed in her entire life.

After weeks of radio silence, Sam Uley’s little ‘gang’, mostly consisting of people she’d known since childhood, had slowly trickled back into her life. What started as a grocery run with Paul or a movie with Jared had turned into big bonfire parties including Jacob Black and his gaggle.

But that was months ago. Months. And now, as she sits by a fire, surrounded on either side by them, they decide to tell her their little secret?

“Y/n.” Sam says as she abruptly stands, eyes stern and hand raised placatingly.

His actions only served to upset her more and her skin bristles with irritation. Sam was acting as if she, a human surrounded by shape shifters, was the unstable one. As if she could do any damage to things built to kill vampires.

“Don’t you dare, Sam.” She clenches her fists, glaring right back at him. “It’s been months- months- and you’re telling me now?”

“It’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up.” He reasons, voice a little less demanding. “We all wanted to be sure that you were ready to know.”

“Ready?!” Y/n laughs mirthlessly, y/e/c eyes wide with disbelief, “When was I supposed to be ready Sam? W-when one of you gored me? When a cold one ripped me apart?”

Her hands shake as she puts them on her forehead, blinking back tears. Growing up all she’d ever heard were stories of humans getting dragged into fights between wolf and vampire, and she couldn’t bring herself to look Emily in the eye because it was suddenly apparent that wolves alone could hurt people too.

It was so bad, whatever happened to Emily, that they said a bear mauled her— Y/n didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“It’s not like that, Y/n/n.” Embry chimes in, reaching out to grab his friend's arm.

She yanks her body out of the way and gathers her belongings quickly.

“What is it like then, Call?” She holds her bag to her heaving chest, “because it seems to me that you all have the ability to turn into giant, slobbery freaks that are built for killing vampires and, after completely dropping me for weeks, you decided to keep it secret from me for months. Did it even occur to you that I would’ve been better off knowing right off the bat?!”

No one says anything. Eight shifters and two of their girlfriends sit there, just staring at her like she was speaking a different language.

“You know,” Y/n has to clear her throat to steady her wavering voice, “had you guys really been souped-up on drugs like everyone says, maybe I could’ve handled the lying. But my life was clearly potentially in danger, and you let me hang around without saying anything. I- God I don’t want to see you people right now.”

She leaves with that, stepping over logs and storming back down the beach with determination. Faintly over the roar of her heartbeat, she can hear someone scrambling to stand behind her.

“Wait!— shit, sorry-” Paul grunts, jogging to catch up with her- “Y/n-“

With an unusual gentleness, his warm hand wrapped around her forearm. For a moment, deep in the back of her mind, a foreign feeling tells her to stop, to listen; but that small voice is quickly smothered by the rational part of her brain, and she wrenches her arm from his grip.

“Don’t touch me!” She snaps, lowering her voice, “Leave me alone- I need to be alone.”

Paul stands there, dumbstruck, an unreadable look in his eyes as she walks away. And he’d continue to stand there, looking like a kicked puppy long after her retreating form became a blur amongst the darkness of the beach.

“Paul?” Sam is hesitant, hand hovering over the younger boy’s shoulder a minute before he touches him, “You okay?”

Shrugging his leader’s arm off his shoulder, Paul sighs. “No...I...I’m just gonna head home.”

Instead of going in the directions of the cars, the wolf stalks off toward the woods; Emily stands from her seat, wrapping her sweater more around herself as she watches Paul leave. Concern is written all over her features.

“He’ll be fine, Em,” He pulls her in for a hug, “it’ll all work out eventually.”

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Y/n does a good job of avoiding them for a while.

She turns her phone off a few days in and avoids going to First Beach, even when Washington gets a rare, warm summer feel. Books that have sat long forgotten on her shelves get read and TV shows she’s always meant to catch up on get watched; it’s boring and she runs out of options, at one point thinking of dying her hair y/f/c just to spice things up, but it allows her to think. (Or at least it allows this strange little voice in the back of her head to tell her that she needs to go back to them.)

The next time she sees any of the boys is exactly two weeks after the bonfire incident.

She’s curled up on her couch, picking at some of the Clearwaters’ fish fry and barely watching an episode of ANTM, when a fist comes banging down on her door. Turning off the TV, she tiptoes to the window, peeking under the curtain as carefully as she can.

As she expected, Jared Cameron and Embry Call are on her porch, the former standing in front of her door with his hip cocked, the other rooting around in her mother’s plants for something. Cringing, she hopes if she’s quiet enough that they’ll just go away.

Her front door opens within minutes, however, and she realizes her hoping is fruitless.

Should’ve known you can’t hide from wolves, she can’t help but think bitterly.

“Y/n?” Jared calls out through the house, “we know you’re here.”

“Yeah, and you guys should probably move your spare key,” Embry tacks on, flicking the light switch to the living room up, “I've known you forever and it’s still in the same place.”

From her spot by the window, the y/h/c haired girl glares at the two boys, arms crossed over her chest. Embry gives her a lopsided grin and holds the key out to her, his bud plopping down on the couch and pulling her abandoned plate into his lap.

Y/n extends a hand to take the key.

“Has it really been in the same place?” She sounds a little more defeated than she’d like.

“Yeah, it’s always been in your mother’s cornflower pot.”

“That’s...kinda sad.” She wrinkles her nose, pocketing the key with the intention to hide it better later, “but uh, I’ve been ignoring you for two weeks for a reason. Peacefully breaking into my house kinda furthers my need for space.”

Embry scratches the back of his neck.

“Well,” He says, “we need you to come back, man. Paul won’t talk to anyone- Sam doesn’t know if he’s eating, and he won’t even get out of bed for patrol! He needs his imprint-”

“His what?” She cocks her head to the side and Jared snorts from the couch.

“She left before we got there, nimrod,” Jared mocks through a mouthful of food, “she doesn’t know what an imprint is.”

He lets out an indignant “Hey!” as Y/n walks by, snatching her plate back from him on her way to the kitchen. Embry chases after her, a grumpy Jared jumping up from the couch to follow.

“You’re his imprint— you’re basically his soulmate!”

“Really?” She says warily, sealing the fish and putting it back in the fridge.

Both boys nod clumsily.

“You remember a few weeks ago when you saw each other for the first time again and he kinda just stood there like an idiot while you talked?”

“Yeah? Oh!-” She brings her hands up to her mouth, brows furrowed as she recalls.

It was exactly Jared had said. She and Paul had seen one another for the first time in a long time and the minute her y/e/c eyes looked into his, it was like he’d been struck dumb.

Embry gives her an encouraging look, “An imprint is...It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend. When you snapped at him last week he thought you were rejecting him….”

A part of her thought about how absurd it was that he knew that whole speech. But the bigger part of her came to a realization that made her stomach churn.

“So he's all depressed… because… of me?” She whispers, leaning back on the counter.

Embry, always a rather sympathetic person, opens his mouth to comfort her, but Jared cuts him off.

“Basically. So are you going to come with us so we can help Paul or are you going to continue being petty?”

In any other circumstance, Y/n probably would’ve thrown something at her for calling her petty. She felt she was completely justified in her actions. A part of her wonders if she can really believe them— they’d spent months lying to her after all. But a larger part thinks about Paul, curled up in his bed, slowly desecrating because he thinks she rejected him.

If it were really all some ploy to get her to listen to them, then she’d at least be the person who chose the well-being of her friend over a petty disagreement.

“I’m coming.” She affirms, pushing herself off the counter, and letting the boys lead her to the car.

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Jared and Embry drop her off in front of the Lahote household. They tell her something but she can’t really hear them over her heartbeat, she doesn’t even know they’re gone until it’s too late to turn back.

Getting into the house wasn’t the hard part. Paul’s father, Cyrus, had been leaving as she arrived, and, after he watched her stare at the house with a fearful expression for a few minutes, he happily let her in. The hard part was willing her legs to take her up the stairs to Paul’s room, and then it was opening his bedroom door.

Y/n has known Paul since they were eight, but she was afraid of him until they were eleven. He wasn’t mean, per se, but his anger made him do mean things; she wasn’t entirely happy with puberty and it’s monthly gifts, but whatever it did to make her suddenly un-afraid of him she was grateful for. But now, standing in front of his bedroom door, she had a nagging fear that Paul would revert to that eight year old boy who threw lunch boxes and twisted arms behind backs until people cried.

The door creaks slightly as she struggles to push it open.

His room is almost completely dark except for the light coming from the hallway behind her. Trash and dirty clothes have formed a compact layer on his bedroom floor, foot sized holes leading up to the twin sized bed in the corner. On the bed, amongst the blankets she’s sure he doesn’t need, is Paul— or at least, a Paul sized lump.

As gross as it is, she’s kind of relieved he’s been eating.

“Paul?” She whispers tentatively, stepping toward the bed.

The lump flinches and turns toward her.

“Y/n?”

If the room and the description of his state weren’t heartbreaking enough, his voice definitely was. Hollow, rough, and small, everything it never was, everything Paul wasn’t.

“Is that you?”

“Yeah...it’s me..”

She carefully steps over to the bed, and Paul slowly sits up, pushing his blankets to the side. There’s a beat of silence as she stands between his legs, his reluctant hands coming to rest on her waist after a minute. Y/n let’s him have another to gather his thoughts.

“You really came…” Tears well up in his eyes and loops his arms around her back.

She runs a hand through his hair. “I did, and I’m so sorry, if I had known—”

Paul nuzzles her stomach, “S’fine, you didn’t know, and you’re here now.”

There’s a sort of cute, euphoria lacing his voice and he’s visibly much more relaxed.

“Just don’t ever say that again…”

“I won’t, I promise.”

She’s surprised when he manhandles her into his lap, but she doesn’t really mind. He’s warm and strangely familiar and something about it just— clicks.

“When was the last time you spent, I dunno, a minute or two out of your room?” Y/n asks softly, y/e/c eyes glancing about the room.

The shifter’s only response is a shrug, too busy nosing around her neck with vigor. When he finds a certain spot, it makes her squeak, and this seems to excite him like a puppy finding out its favorite toy makes noise.

“You need to bathe, eat something substantial,” She intertwines their fingers, “and the...pack...they’re really worried about you— are you even listening to me?”

He looks up at her then and flashes her a sheepish smile, answering her question. Pursing her lips, she pulls his arms from around her.

“C’mon, Paul.” She stands up and takes his hand. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up.”

She moves toward the door, urging him forward, only to be jerked to a stop as he stays put. He looks a little distressed when she turns back to him, brows furrowed, almost like he’s in pain.

“Paul?”

He grunts, jaw clenched as the cogs turn in his head. Y/n cocks her head and reaches out for his other hand. It felt like some sort of supernatural intuition, one she’ll blame on the imprint and ask Emily about later.

“Paul, hon, why won’t you come shower?”

“I’m afraid you'll leave,” He says bashfully, “it’s stupid, I know, but part of me is afraid you’ll leave while I’m in the shower.”

Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken at his confession. Paul was part wolf, and part of being part wolf was imprinting— she almost wishes she’d have stayed long enough to listen, or been able to focus as the boys debriefed her on the ride over because only being able to speculate how much she’d actually hurt him was eating her alive. He wouldn’t even shower, something he desperately needed to do, because of what she’d said.

Taking a deep breath, she barely registers the words she’s about to say.

“I’ll wait with you, I’ll sit on the toilet, you’ll see me there.”

And true to her word, Y/n does sit on the toilet while Paul showers, reading the information on soap bottles to distract herself from the fact that he was there next to her, very naked. Occasionally he asks her what she’s doing, and she reads the ingredients out loud to the best of her ability, and he laughs a little— she tries to hide her smile, but she was too happy he was laughing.

She closes her eyes when he gets out, letting him dry himself off and pull on some clean shorts. He throws the wet towel at her when he’s done, eliciting a “Hey!” that makes him laugh again.

Now that he’s clean, the two of them descend into his quiet house. Y/n navigates the kitchen, her wolf attached to her hip and being less than helpful, and makes them both something to eat— he doesn’t do much more than stand behind her, wrapped around her, making her life more difficult.

“I’m so happy you came back.” He says, watching her work.

“I was always going to.” Y/n responds, her voice sure and steady.

They talk as they eat, sitting across from one another at the too big table in the Lahote household. Talk about how this was going to work, admitting feelings that always lingered, and everything in between; she hooks her leg around his, watching him scarf down his meal with a wrinkled nose and fondness glittering in her y/e/c eyes.

He’s...gross...but he’s hers, she’s kind of stuck with him.

A date is planned. An actual date.

Paul promises to take her to the local diner (and to wear a shirt, for once.)

“I’ve been saving up for something like this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and you can get that dessert you like.”

Y/n laughs softly, but heat spreads up her neck and settles in her ears and cheeks. It’d been a long time since that had been her favorite food, but it was the thought that counted...

When Cyrus Lahote returns from work later that night his son and the Y/l/n girl are awkwardly situated on his couch— him on his back, snoring, her lying on top of him, face tucked into his neck, also fast asleep. The older man turns off the TV and tosses a blanket over the pair, ascending up the stairs with a smile on his face.

Y/n Y/l/n was trustworthy. She’s always there when Paul is in a rut too big for him to handle...

Luminary Love

Prince!Din Djarin x F!Princess!Reader

🤍Masterlist🤍

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut (F receiving, PiV, Breeding kink)

Summary: Tonight is your (unwanted) wedding to the soon-to-be King of Mandalore, but is there more to him than meets the eye?

Word Count: 3,100+

A/N: I’ve had this idea for several days now and I just needed to write it. Don’t worry tho bc the next ch. of biblichor will b out soon. Enjoy some Din content!🤍

All night long, you received congratulations and cheers. Thousands, billions of people would kill to be in your position, but you dreaded this more than anything. You never wanted to marry the soon-to-be king of Mandalore, but the Royal administration never gave you an option. Throughout the fantastical wedding, you repeatedly reminded yourself it was for your people - they are the ones who will prosper from this. Thankfully, his creed forbade him from removing his helmet in front of others, therefore you weren’t allowed to kiss him. The only time you had to touch him during the ceremony was when you held hands. Even then, his mastiff-leather gloves create a barrier from any real contact.

After the ceremony, you avoided your new husband as best you could. When it was time to put on a show, you had forced yourself to put on the royal smile you had been practicing. When eating, you sat as far away as possible from him but not far enough to worry the royal administrations that watched you two tentatively. The times you were called to waltz, you performed what you had been learning for months but never made eye contact with him. After a few dances, the royals watching had joined in and forgotten about you, giving you the perfect chance to escape.

You spent your time talking with other royalty, expressing your worries and concerns to Princess Mary of Ryloth. Unlike you, she was happily married, but it was her 3rd time. The first two suitors weren’t ‘good enough’ for her, so she became the royal’s biggest scandal and ignored her administration to marry for love. Luckily her experience with terrible lovers led to wonderful tips and tricks that she gladly gave you for your wedding night. You knew she was telling you these things to help, but in reality, it only made you feel worse about your new life.

“Djarin, my oldest friend, how are you enjoying your wedding?” General Paz said with a heavy pat to Din’s pauldron.

“It’s… grand.” Din sounded unconvinced by his own words.

“Grand? Is that all you have to say?”

“Well, everything appears wonderful, but my wife won’t speak nor look at me.”

“Have you attempted to talk to her?”

“Of course!” Din and Paz turn to watch you talk to Princess Mary. “She never responds, though.”

The uncomfortable feeling of Din’s stare props you to turn around. The blue and silver beskar statues jump when you catch them and quickly turn back to avoid any further embarrassment.

“I haven’t seen her in years, but she has grown to be quite beautiful, you must admit.” Paz shrugs.

“I know, it’s one of the many reasons I married her. I just… wish she’d give me a chance.”

“Well, she better. I overheard that the administration is already seething that you two haven’t gone back to your honeymoon suite.”

Din rolls his eyes under his helmet. “I don’t care about them. They shouldn’t have a say in my marriage.”

“Good luck arguing that. You know they expect an heir to be conceived tonight.”

“I already have Grogu. Is he not enough?”

“Nothing is enough for them, my friend.” Paz pats Din’s back reassuringly. “Just be kind to the poor girl. I’m sure she isn’t pleased with all of this.” He gestures to the grand chandeliers and dramatic towers of cake and food.

Din sighs as he fiddles with the edge of his cape. “Alright. I should probably go fetch her before the Administration creates any more drama.”

“Good luck, your majesty.” Paz bows as Din walks your way.

Din let’s go of his cape before wiping his armor of any lingering bits of dust and dirt, wanting to be as presentable as possible for you. When Din arrives behind you, he clears his throat and bows.

“My Princess, it is time for us to leave for the Honeymoon Suite.”

Without a word, you give him a nod and take his arm. The guests cheer and whisper as you and your husband make your way out of the ballroom. You could hear Royal Administers whisper their concerns regarding your fertility or your performance in bed. It was dehumanizing, to say the least. You fought for justice and equality on Naboo, but this was not the way on Mandalore. Your new role would be diminished to a supporting queen who would raise the future heirs. Meanwhile, the other women of Mandalore were busy serving valiantly in wars. This was the way. Mandalore was born out of extremists, and you had to embrace the consequences.

Din hated the whispers. If he were king, he would have lashed out long ago, but the coronation isn’t for another few days. You didn’t deserve to be treated as an object. Din saw you to be the goddess that would help lead his people into prosperity and the gorgeous woman who may one day graciously birth his children. Such slander against someone so perfect made Din rage under his helmet. A few more days. Din would remind himself.

.

The Suite reflected Mandalore: grand and majestic. Silver swirls of beskar outlined the stained glass windows that watched over Mandalore. The bed was larger than any other you had seen before. It looked cozy; a complete contrast to the large and uncomfortable dress you’ve been wearing all day. You walked over to touch the silk-like blankets and sighed at its softness.

Din watched you with interest - mesmerized by the way the roaring fireplace creates a golden glow on your features. “Wife?”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you look at me?” The flicker of sadness in his voice took you by surprise. You weren’t sure if Mandalorians could feel emotions underneath the layers of cold beskar. “Do I… scare you?”

You turn to look at him, your nerves shining through by the twiddling of your thumbs. “I… I don't know.”

“What is wrong, my dear princess? I want to fix this. I don't want to start our marriage off on the wrong foot.” You sit down on the luxurious bed, your eyes now watching as you fiddle with your dress. Din walks towards you, taking a knee to be at eye level with you. “I understand this isn't what you wanted. I heard whispers that it took the maids an hour to get you off your ship. That you fought off any guard that laid a hand on you.” Din chuckled at the image he had created in his head. “But then the fighting stopped… why?” You couldn't find it within yourself to respond. “Won’t you please entertain my curiosity?”

You sighed and looked up into the dark visor. “I realized I was being selfish. I had forgotten that marriage among the royals was for the people… not for love.”

“You do not love me?”

“We barely know each other, your majesty.”

“What are you speaking of? We used to be best friends.”

You scoffed at Din. “We were children, your majesty. You were just a servant boy in the palace back then, but times have changed, haven't they, your majesty.”

“Please refrain from calling me ‘your majesty.’ I thought we were beyond that.” Din groaned, annoyed by the ridiculous title.

“Din, you're to become the Mandalore - the king - in a few days' time. I understand the rules - I understand why you had to marry me.”

“What? So that I could officially hold the title as king? I don't care about a stupid title - the administration does.”

“Then why marry me? There are millions of royals lined up to marry the Mandalore, but why choose me, Din? Why?” You started getting hysterical at it all. Your life's work had come to a halt just so that Din could be crowned king. It was disgusting and unfair.

“As an orphan-servant boy, the days your family visited were the best days of my life. Your parents always treated me like their own - the complete opposite of how the Kryze family did. I meant it when I said you were my best friend. You were the only person who could beat Paz and me in a fight. The only person who would sneak out of the palace to play in the garden at night with me. When your parents… passed and you stopped visiting me… It crushed me. I never stopped thinking about you, my princess.”

You could hear the build-up of tears in Din’s throat, but he wasn't the only one. You too had tears in your eyes, remembering the once pure and innocent life you had. You bring your hand up to din's helmet, holding where his cheek would be.

“Do you remember that last night?”

“Of course I do. It was a cold night in the rose garden. I gave you my coat since you had insisted you didn't need your shall.” Din smiled and chuckled at the memory.

“I... I never saw your lips, but I had never felt such pure joy than the moment they molded against mine.”

Din leans his head forward to rest your foreheads together. Underneath, he continued to beam. It had been so long since he had felt such love - such love that could only be created by you.

“My princess, I never stopped loving you. Even as we grew up and apart, I would watch the holovids that spoke about you, and all the wonderful things you were doing for your people. It was the only thing that kept me going through those torturous years apart from you. I love you.”

Din’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you too, Din.”

“My wife?”

“Yes, my husband?”

“Will you take this ridiculous helmet off of me so that I may kiss you and make love to you?”

Your glowing smile melts Din’s heart. Your hand reaches up to slowly slide off the silver beskar helmet that covered those features you dreamt of. An audible gasp escapes past your lips when Din’s lips appear. It took everything in you to not pounce on him and cover him in kisses, but you maintain your composure. His nose was strong and beautiful, and his cheeks… oh, how you wanted to leave lipstick stains on them. Then were his perfect eyes. Those chocolate eyes that expressed an amount of love you'd never completely fathom in your life.

“You're stunning, Din.” Din’s heart flutters at your words. The only compliment he's ever received was about his combat skills and valor. He's never been complimented on his looks before.

“I’d never compare to my gorgeous wife.”

Din takes your face into his palms and slowly pulls you in for a kiss. The moment your lips touch, you feel fireworks exploding all around you. The glowing lights flash behind your eyelids as you mold your lips together. The tickle of his mustache causes you to giggle into the kiss, which Din finds to be enchanting. One of Din's hands leaves your face to grip your torso, massaging and kneading your skin.

“I love you.” He murmurs into the kiss. “I love you more than the moons and stars.”

As the kisses become more intense, so does your lust for one another. Din’s hands undo the strings of your wedding dress as you shed his armor off - lips never leaving each other. Once you two were completely naked, Din had you crawl to the center of the bed.

“Now, lay back, my love. I want to show you how much I love and miss you.” You follow his instructions and rest your head on the large cloud-like pillows.

Din crawls between your legs, taking one into his hand. Starting from your ankle, he works his way down, leaving a trail of sloppy yet delicate kisses. He takes his time at your inner thigh, sucking and licking at your skin to make you emit whimpers.

“D-Din, please don't tease me.”

“Hush, now. Let me take my time loving you.” And he does. He spends his time worshiping your body - kissing and sucking the skin around your lips while his hand massages your breasts. Suddenly, Din dives into your sopping wet cunt, immediately sucking and licking your swollen clit. You let out a loud gasp followed by a moan, making Din’s cock bounce up in excitement.

Your noises sound like music - the most angelic music he's ever heard in his life. Each moan and whimper you let out only addicted him more. Din wraps his hands around your waist and sits back, lifting your hips from the bed and to his mouth. You grip the blankets with a scream as Din explores further into your pussy. The animalistic grunts and growls he lets out only make you wetter.

“Come on, Princess. Cum. Cum all over my face. I need it.” And just like that, you let out a scream as you convulse around his tongue. Din slowly lowers you back onto the bed as he licks up your dripping cum. “You're sweeter than a meiloorun, darling. I've never tasted anything so divine. I’d love to stay between your legs forever and drink your cum until the day I die, but I wanna put a baby in you too badly to do so.” You let out a whimper at his filthy words. “Can I, darling? Will you let me fuck a baby into you?”

“Wait, we're not done?” You ask through pants.

“Not done? We’ll be done when the sun wakes up. Even then, I'm not sure if we'll ever be done. Why?”

“The other princesses said it would only be a minute of discomfort, and it’ll be over.

Din tsks and shakes his head, pressing a few kisses to your clit. “Oh, my darling. I'm not like those other royals. I care about my wife’s pleasure, and you…” Din presses more kisses to your overstimulated heat. “Are nowhere near done with your, please. So, I'll ask you again. Are you ready for me to fuck a baby into you with my thick, hard cock?”

“Stars, yes! Please, Din!” You hated how completely and utterly desperate you sounded, but you were completely and utterly desperate for Din to fuck you.

Din crawls up to meet your half-lidded eyes, drooping with lust. He places soft kisses on your cheeks before pressing one to your lips. “Are you ready for me, Princess?”

“Yes, my husband.”

Din grabs his cock, lining it up with your entrance. With a loud moan, he enters your sopping wet pussy.

“Oh, you're so wet! Ungh… Stars, you're so tight too!” Din’s thrusts speed up to a steady pace, your moans echoing through the room along with the lewd, wet sounds of your bodies pounding together. “From this day forward, y-your. Pussy. Belongs. To. Me.” Din emphasizes his words with his cock hitting against your g-spot.

“O-Only i-if your cock b-belongs - Oh yes, Din - To me.”

Din chuckles through his labored breaths. “Of course, my love. My cock is forever yours to do what you please with. I don't care what time- ugnh- or what p-place. It's yours.” You lean up to capture din’s parted lips, swallowing his beautiful moans. The knot in your stomach starts to tighten. Desperate for your release, you buck your hips back into Din. “Yes, take my cock. It's yours. All yours.” Din takes your legs, pushing them to your chest. Both of you let out a series of loud moans at the deeper feeling.

“Oh, Din! I'm going to cum if you keep doing that!”

“Ugh, I can see the galaxy when I'm inside you! Can you feel that, my love?”

“Yes, I-I can feel your throbbing cock!” You throw your head back at the euphoric feeling. Your exposed neck allows Din to swoop down and suck marks onto it.

“Th-That's me, claiming what's mine. You're all mine, my princess.” Din’s thrusts speed up, desperate and ready for you to cum. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud grunt that made you clench even tighter. “I'm gonna cum. I'm going to give you a baby - our baby. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Din! I love y-you!” You scream out a slew of ‘i love yous’ and clench tightly around Din’s swollen cock. Your orgasm and words of love cause Din to cum, sending spurts of his cum into your womb, where your future child would soon grow.

Din collapses on you which you gladly accept. You wrap your arms around his neck and place kisses on the crown of his head. Both of you stay like that for a while, basking in pure love. Once your breaths are back to normal, Din slowly pulls out of you to lay on the bed beside you. He pulls you closer to him so that no space lingered and adjusted the blankets to create a cocoon of comfort around you two.

You smile as you listen to his heartbeat against his chest. Din’s index finger presses to the underside of your chin, adjusting your eyes to look into his.

“Are you okay, my love?”

You nod lazily, completely worn out. “You know, having a husband isn't so bad after all.” Din lets out a hearty laugh before leaning down to kiss you.

“Yeah, having a wife isn't so bad either.” Din smirks at you, causing you to shy away in embarrassment and return your attention to his chest. Your fingers trace shapes and words onto his chest until you stop. A mark on Din’s torso prompts you to inspect it. “What are your curious fingers doing, my love?”

“What is this?” You ask as your finger traces the mark.

“It’s just a scar, dearest.”

“A scar?” You look back at Din with worry in your eyes.

“Oh, don't worry, my love. I've collected so many over the years, I've become immune to them. That one was either from when I fought Bo-Katan or when I fought a mudhorn to save my son.”

“Goodness.... I've missed so much of your life.” Your face droops with sadness, but Din is quick to relieve your worries.

“Now, it's nothing to be upset over. Yes, we've missed a lot, but that means we can spend the rest of our lives catching up and making new memories. Plus, you can meet my son tomorrow.”

You smile and press a chaste kiss to Din’s lips. “I’d love that.” You pressed another kiss to his lips, but this one wasn't so innocent.

“Did I not satisfy you, my love?” Din chuckles into the kiss. You climb on top of him and shake your head. “Oh, does my princess want more?”

You give Din a mischievous grin and shrug.

Din smirks before leaning in to kiss you. “Well, who am I to deny my wife of her wishes?”

A/N: Idk who from my Javier Peña taglist wants to be on this one, but those who are interested in being added to a Din Djarin taglist or a perminante taglist, please let me know.🤍 Can’t wait to hear what you all think!