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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year

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Come Back…Be Here

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you and Tom have qualms about your first kiss happening in front of a camera, so you do something about it

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“Cut. Everybody take lunch. When we come back, we’ll start with scene 24 B.”

“24 B? Isn’t that the…” You trailed off and looked over at Tom, who was really looking at you with wide eyes.

“Scene where you two kiss? Yep. Sebastian and I already got our seats ready to watch.” Anthony Mackie said as he wrapped an arm around you and Tom and pulled your heads together.

“Oh my God.” You groaned as Tom burned a bright red.

“He’s in our trailer making popcorn right now, but he wanted me to give you these.” Anthony went into his pockets and took out two tubes of chapstick.

“Chapstick? Seriously?” You gave him an unamused look. Tom, on the other hand, took a tube and put it in his pocket for later.

“Seriously.” Anthony nodded. “This is the big kiss in the movie, guys. It’s your characters highly anticipated reunion that the audience has to wait the entire movie to see. Don’t you want it to be good? And cherry flavored?”

“No one’s gonna care about the flavor of our chapstick.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re right. All they’re gonna care about is how good the kiss is. This kiss is gonna be rewatched for decades to come. Not to put pressure on you guys or anything, but this is the one kiss in this historic movie. It’s gotta be special. People have waited their whole lives to see this movie. On the night it opens, everyone and their mom is gonna be seated with wide, unblinking eyes, ready to watch it. And this kiss has the potential to go down in history as one of the best on screen kisses in movie history. You know, unless you two fuck it up and it ends up going down as one of the most awkward on screen kisses. It’s really up to you guys. No pressure.” Anthony smirked snd patted both your backs.

“Right.” Tom gulped. “No pressure.”

“You’re so immature. We’re gonna be fine. We’re adults. We know how to kiss.” You insisted, making Tom blush again.

“But do you know how to kiss each other?” Anthony asked, making you pause to think. You and Tom exchanged awkward looks before looking away.

“Yeah.” You said without confidence.

“How hard can it be?” Tom laughed nervously.

“I don’t know. What if you noses smush together? What if you both lean the same way? What if you guys finally kiss and realize there is 0 chemistry between you?” Anthony gasped as he planted ideas in your head.

“Shut up, Mackie.” You groaned. “Why don’t you kiss deez nuts if you’re so worried about it?”

“Just think about it, guys. A little chapstick can’t hurt.” He shrugged before walking away. You and Tom stood in awkward silence for a minute as Anthony’s word hung over you.

“You know what? Who cares what he says?” You shrugged. “Let’s go eat something before we have to film the…”

“Kiss?” Tom blushed and finished your sentence for you when you couldn’t.

“Yeah. That.”

“Cool. Let’s go.” He held out his arm and you linked yours through it before waking off set.

A few minutes later, you and Tom were in your trailer while eating lunch and talking about everything but the scene. You avoided bringing it up for as long as you could but when an always silence feel between you, it had to be said.

“It’s gonna be so weird kissing in front of everyone. I can already hear the comments Mackie is gonna make.” You said without looking at him.

“I know. A bunch of dudes behind cameras and the entire Marvel cast watching is not how I imagined our first kiss would be.” Tom sighed in agreement.

“Oh. So you’ve imagined our first kiss?” You smiled coyly and raised your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Tom blushed and looked away from you.

“It’s okay. I have too.”

“You have?” He perked up when he heard this.

“Of course I have.” You shrugged like it was obvious. Maybe it should’ve been obvious, but it still made Tom smile to hear it.

“Well what did you imagine?” He asked timidly. You smiled and held up a finger before brushing the hair off your shoulders.

“Okay. Here’s what I imagined.” You began. “We would be sitting on a couch, probably yours, and we’d be watching something that neither of us were really into but we were too far into it to turn it off. And since we weren’t really enjoying whatever was on the TV, we were talking over it and looking at it every now and then. And our conversation was much more entertaining than the TV, by the way. Then something on the TV would catch my eye and I’d watch it for a second. But instead of looking at the TV too, you’d look at me. And when I catch you looking at me, I ask what you’re looking at. And you get embarrassed and say nothing. So I push you a little and you admit that you were looking at me. And I ask why and you say you’re always looking at me. And I ask why again and you say “can’t help it”. Just like that. Can’t help it. With maybe a little shrug or embarrassed laugh. But I wouldn’t laugh. I’d stare at you for a while and then kiss you. Because that would be the only thing to do in that situation. And that would be our first kiss.”

Tom was silent for a long time after your speech. His mouth was dropped slightly as he stared at you in disbelief. The details told him you’d given this a lot of thought and imagined it hopefully quite a lot. You didn’t know his stunned silence was a good thing, so you tried to fill it.

“Can I explain?” You said quickly. “It’s just, you and I watch movies or shows together a lot. So I kinda wrote a script in my head of a moment that could potentially happen between us. But then I knew that would never happen because I had just imagined it and it would be impossible for my imagination to come true. I don’t know. I do that sometimes. I do it a lot, actually. I know it’s really weird, but I can’t help but write scenes in my head about my real life and how it may play out.”

Tom was silent again as you confessed something you had never told anyone before. He didn’t mean to keep quiet, he was just too deep into his own thoughts that he couldn’t form a word.

“Please say something.” You said after another beat of silence passed.

“I thought I’d kiss you before a premier.” Tom said suddenly. “When you’re in a pretty dress and I’m feeling confident because someone else picked out my clothes. And I’d tell you you were beautiful and then kiss you because I…”

“Because why?” You asked when he trailed off.

“Couldn’t help it.” Tom shrugged and gave an embarrassed laugh. It was your time to be speechless as Tom said the exact right thing. You smiled softly and stared into his brown eyes, seeing something new this time.

“Well it seems we had very different ideas of how our first kiss would be.” You said with a a coy smile.

“It seems we did.” He laughed softly and stared into your eyes. You were both taking one second glances at the others lips but neither of you dared to make the first move.

“I guess now we’ll never know which one of us was right. Or if neither of us were.” Tom said to fill the silence.

“I know. I don’t know why, it it kinda makes me sad. I wish we had more time to know what it would’ve been like before we had to film this scene. I wish it could’ve happened as us, not as our characters, you know?”

“I definitely know.”

“It almost makes me think…” You trailed off as you looked away from him in embarrassment.

“That we should kiss now?” Tom filled in your sentence for you. You looked at him in surprise and his eyes widened.

“I’m sorry. I totally jumped the gun, didn’t I?That’s probably not even what you were gonna say. I assumed and I made things awkward and now you’re probably thinking-“

Tom’s words stopped in his throat when he found himself being pulled into a kiss. You had one hand behind his neck and the other on his cheek as you kissed him. It wasn’t like either of you imagined, but how could it be? Whatever Tom thought he’d feel when he finally got to kiss you was nothing compared to the butterflies erupting inside his system. And it was perfect. Your noses didn’t smush together, you didn’t lean the same way, and the chemistry was evident in the buzzing you felt in your lips as you kissed him. All the pressure melted away and allowed you to be yourselves, alone in your trailer, having your first kiss. Tom cupped your face and kissed you back for as long as you let him. You only broke apart when you heard a pounding on your door followed by,

“Are you both in there? They’re looking for you in costuming.” One of the PA’s voices came from outside your trailer door. You and Tom looked at each other for a moment, both wishing you could stay in this moment just a little longer. But when they knocked on the door again, you got up.

“I’ll see you on set?” You smiled politely before wiping your lips.

“Y-yeah. See you then.” Tom stammered as his face burned.

You and Tom were separated when you were sent to get your costumes on. You watched to catch him before going to the makeup trailer, but he was already gone. He looked for you after getting his hair touched up, but you’d already been taken to set.

Finally, you were reunited on the set when it came time to film the kiss scene. It wasn’t the reunion you were hoping for since there was a camera between you and about a dozen crew members. And sitting with teasing grins right behind the camera crew was Anthony and Sebastian with a bowl of popcorn between them. If you hadn’t already kissed Tom, this might’ve bothered you. But you didn’t pay them any mind and only looked at Tom.

You and Tom snuck glances at each other as the director went over the blocking for the scene but weren’t able to exchange many words. Finally, “action” was called and you filmed the scene. You said your lines, punched a few invisible aliens, and ended it all with a kiss. It was different this time since the setting wasn’t the same, but it felt just as right. You had a moment to look in each others eyes afterwards before being told to take it from the top. You were so focused on each other that the comments and cheers from Anthony and Sebastian didn’t even reach your ears.

You both felt like you were rushing through your lines just to get to the kiss but it ended up working in your favor because the director had you do the scene over and over again until you slowed it down.

“All right. Great work guys. That’s a wrap.” The director called out.

“A wrap? Are you sure you don’t need any other take?” Tom asked, just looking for another chance to kiss you.

“Nope. We definitely got it.”

“Shouldn’t we do one more for safety?” You chimed in, making Tom smile to know you were on the same page.

“I know you’re a perfectionist but trust me, we got the shot. You guys looked great. It was super convincing. It really looked like you guys have been waiting ages to kiss each other.”

“What? That’s crazy.” You laughed awkwardly and looked everywhere but Tom.

“So…one more take?” Tom asked, ignoring everything the director said.

“Come on.” You laughed and linked your arm through his to walk off set together.

When you reached the end of the set right before the pavement that led to the the trailers, Tom froze.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered.

“I don’t want to leave this spot.”

“Why not?”

“Because then it’s over. If I walk off this set, I’m not Peter anymore. And if I’m not Peter, I can’t…”

“Kiss me?” You laughed shyly when he trailed off.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” Tom smirked and went in to kiss you. You laughed and pushed him away but secretly would’ve let it happen. You stayed in that moment for just a second before being interrupted by the one and only.

“There’s the happy couple. You do know the cameras are off now, right Tom? That means no more kissing.” Anthony teased as he wrapped his arms around the both of you again.

“I know that. I just wanted to make sure Y/n knew that.” Tom quickly lied.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “Well, all jokes aside, you guys did a great job. The chemistry was great. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you guys were in love.”

“Hahaha. What?” Tom forced a laugh that went in for much too long.

“In love. Imagine that.” You forced a laugh as well and avoided all eye contact. Anthony felt like he had succeeded in his mission to tease the two of you and walked away feeling satisfied. You and Tom stood in silence for a minute, both unsure of what to do next.

“Well, I guess I should probably go return my costume.” You said and nodded towards the costuming trailer.

“Yeah. Me too. I should probably go and do that.” He agreed but made no effort to move.

“Right. What are you gonna do after that?” You asked without looking at him.

“Probably eat, shower, and then go to sleep.” He shrugged. You nodded your head and he couldn’t help but notice you looked a little disappointed.

“Yeah. I’ll probably do the same.” You replied. Tom wondered if he had just missed an opportunity to continue to moment by asking you to eat with him. Before he could fix his mistake, you spoke up.

“I guess I’ll see you later then.” You said with a right smile.

“Yeah. You too.” He said quietly, realizing now that he had let the moment slip from him. You waved to him before walking away and all he could do was watch.

That night, you had trouble falling asleep with everything that was on your mind. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours but when you checked your phone, it had only been 20 mins. You stared up at your ceiling for a minute before letting out a sigh. You knew there was no chance of you going to sleep, so you decided to go see Tom. You got out of your bed and went to open your trailer door. When you opened it up, Tom was standing outside of it with his hand raised as if he was about to knock on your door. He put his hand down and smiled shyly.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You smiled. “You couldn’t sleep either?”

“No. Too much on my mind.” He said without every taking his eyes off you.

“Same here.” You replied. You stared into each other eyes for a minute, both having so much to say but no idea how to string it into words.

“Tom?” You said finally.

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna stay in here tonight?” Was all you had to say. Tom immediately stepped into your trailer as he wrapped an arm around your waist. His hands moved up and down your back as he kissed you. You moved backwards together until you fell onto your bed.

“Is this gonna ruin our friendship?” You pulled away to whisper against his lips.

“I hope so.” He laughed and kissed you again.

“I’m serious. Are things ever gonna be able to go back to the way they were?” You asked nervously as you traced patterns on his cheek with your fingernail.

“Do you want them too?” Tom asked with a little disappointment in his voice.

“No.” You shook your head.

“Well good. Me either.” Tom’s lips tugged into a smile before pecking your lips again.

“But what’s gonna happen? We wrap filming in a few days and then we go off to different countries. Who knows when we’ll see each other next?” You frowned and sat back a little as the reality set in. But Tom was determined not to let the moment end. He pulled you into a long kiss and then held your face in his hands.

“I don’t know what happens next.” He admitted. “I don’t even know what happening right now. But I know what I feel. And this feels right.”

And that was all you needed to hear.

A few days later after wrapping on the movie, you drove Tom to the airport for his flight back to London. You walked him as far as you could before saying your goodbyes. You hugged in silence for what felt like hours before he pulled you into a long kiss. You tried to send him on his way, but he pulled you right back into a kiss. He did this a few more times as his flight was called over the loud speaker.

“Okay. That’s the last kiss. You’re gonna miss your flight.” You said once you pulled away.

“One more.” He insisted and cupped your face to kiss you again.

“No more. You need to get onto your plane.” You laughed as he peppered kissed all over your face.

“Okay. Fine.” He playfully rolled his eyes and started to walk away. He walked right back after just a second with a smile on his face.

“Can I have a kiss goodbye?” He asked, making you laugh.

“Tom.” You said pointedly.

“Please?” He whined. “I’m not gonna see you for a month. I need to stock up.”

You couldn’t help but smile and held his hands as you kissed him again.

“Okay. That was the last kiss. For real this time.” You told him.

“Uh uh.” He pulled you back by the hand and kissed you again.

“Tom.” You whined. “As much as I don’t want you to go, I can’t have you miss your flight because of me. Get on your plane.”

“I can’t. I can’t walk away from this yet.” He said, and suddenly, you stopped caring about his flight. You allowed yourself to be selfish and admit you didn’t want him to go.

“I know the feeling.” You said as you stared into his eyes. Tom looked into your for a minute before putting one hand on your face and pulling you into one last, slow, soft, kiss. You didn’t try to push him away this time and let him kiss you for as long as he needed. When he pulled away, he held both your hands and rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ll go. But I need to tell you something first.”

“I need to tell you something too.” You told him as nervous butterflies filled your chest.

“Should we say it at the same time?” He smiled softly.

“Okay. Yeah. Let’s do that.” You nodded and prepared yourself.

“Ready?” He asked you.

“Uh huh. Go.”

“I really like you.” He said at the same time that you said, “I love you.”

You froze for a minute when you realized you’d said too much, but he immediately broke into a smile and laughed.

“Oh thank God. I was totally lying before. I downplayed it in case you didn’t feel the same. I’m in love with you too.” Tom told you.

“You are? You’re in love with me?” You smiled in surprise. He nodded his head and shrugged a little.

“Can’t help it.”

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dontaskmemybias · 1 year

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Plus One

Pairing: Non Idol!Lee Felix x afab reader

Request: No

Theme: Roommates to Lovers

Contains: Fluffiest fluff, cursing, suggestive themes.

Word Count: 4,798 words

Note: This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I might make a part two to this if y'all are interested!

PART TWO

When you moved into town you were DESPERATE for a new roommate, you asked everyone and it turns out that a friend of a friend of an old college roommate had someone he knew who was looking for a roommate. It felt like the universe was on your side when you heard the news and you almost cried from happiness, but there was a catch (of course there was) the roommate was a dude.

Now the thing is usually you wouldn't mind rooming with a guy, you've lived with quite a few and other than them leaving messes for you to clean up occasionally they had all been pretty decent. You were worried because you had never met this Felix guy before so you had absolutely no idea what to expect. But everyone who had met the guy swore up and down that he was a great guy, very respectful, and made killer brownies, so you decided to meet up with him in person to judge for yourself.

The day came that you were supposed to meet up with Felix at a local café and get to know him, see if you would get along. You decided that if he was going to live with you it didn't really matter what you looked like, so you popped on your favorite oversized hoodie and a pair of leggings and made your way to the café. When you got there you shot him a text to let him know where you were sitting after grabbing an iced coffee. After what felt like five seconds you heard someone clearing their throat.

"Y/N?"

You looked up to see who the crazy deep voice belonged to and almost jumped out of your seat when your eyes laid on the most gorgeous person you'd ever seen. He looked like a fae creature, his long blonde hair caressing his face, the freckles across his cheeks looked like beautiful constellations, and he was dressed in a button-up layered under a beige sweater-vest and perfectly fitted blue jeans. Your brain did a hard reset and you realized he had asked you a question.

"Oh, shit, sorry, yeah I'm Y/N, you must be Felix?"

He smiled and you swore he looked like a ray of sunshine come down to Earth, you had to stop yourself from staring as he let out a low chuckle.

"Yep that's me! Am I not what you expected? You look... kinda shocked to be honest." he lightly chuckled and ran his hand over the nape of his neck.

"Oh no! Sorry I didn't really have expectations, I just feel like I should've dressed nicer is all." you looked down and cringed at your outfit choice.

"Oh! No worries! I think you look great!" He flashed you a toothy smile and slid into the seat next to you. "So, what do you want to know? I'm pretty much an open book!"

~✨~

That was six months ago. Six very long months of living with the most gorgeous creature to ever walk the Earth. You had to tell yourself at least once a day to get your shit together and stop ogling your roommate whenever he did the smallest thing like stretch his arms up to reveal a sliver of his lower abdomen or bake you brownies when work had you stressed out.

Not to mention his habit of touching and cuddling you.

His friends had warned you when you first met them that Felix loved skinship and he would probably break down your personal bubble like he did to all of them. But NOTHING could have prepared you for the amount of physical affection this man gave you. It started small of course, testing the waters, knees touching on the sofa during your weekly movie nights, holding your hand when you went out so you didn't get separated, things like that. But over time knee touching became full on cuddle sessions on the couch while you watched your favorite movies. Holding your hand at the bar became a hand wrapped around your waist. Eventually Felix had come to you in the middle of the night because his insomnia was acting up and he couldn't sleep and you offered to let him cuddle you. Now you two spent almost every night in your bed together.

It was honestly really nice. You hadn't dated anyone in years and you desperately craved physical affection. Nobody would guess it by looking at you, but secretly, you were just as much of a cuddle bug as Felix was.

The only problem is with every lingering touch, every time he fell asleep in your arms, you fell harder for him.

This became abundantly clear last Tuesday when he came bouncing through the apartment like someone had just given him a puppy.

~✨~

"Y/N~ guess whaaaattttt!!"

"What's up 'Lix?"

"My work is throwing a huge end of year party and I GET TO BRING A PLUSSS OOONNEEEE!!" He looked positively giddy at the idea of bringing a plus one, but you didn't know why. Felix is also going through a romantic dryspell.

"Is that so? Who are you planning on asking? Some cute girl got your eye?" As soon as the words left your mouth you saw the tips of his ears go pink and he looked down at his feet. "Oh. My. God. Does 'Lixxie have a crush on someone?" You teased him, but deep inside you were devastated at the thought of Felix being with someone else.

"No, nothing like that..." Felix trailed off then his eyes met yours and your heart ached at the sight. His cheeks were now a bright pink and he looked so bashful.

"Oh I'm sorry for teasing 'Lixxie you know anyone would be lucky to have you!" You said it sincerely because you really did mean it. Anyone would be lucky to have Felix in their life.

"It's okay, I was actually excited because I wanted to see if you'd come with me..." He looked away and then his eyes met yours again, filled with panic. "I mean not like a date or anything you're justoneofmybestfrie-"

"Felix," you saw his panic and cut him off "no worries, I would love to go with you!" You gave him a big smile. "Plus I would love to meet all the coworkers you've told me about!"

He let out a sigh of relief and smiled back at you. "Okay awesome! Its next Friday at 7pm, the dress is cocktail attire. I know you don't have a ton of clothes like that so I was thinking maybe this weekend we could go shopping? I want to find something to wear as well!" He positively beamed at you. Felix LOVES shopping, but he hates to go alone so you know that he would be really bummed if you said no.

"Of course I'll come with you 'Lix, who else would be able to tell me if my dress looks good or not." You started giggling at the thought of bringing one of the other guys you hung out with dress shopping. "I mean I could always ask Hyunjin but you know how he is." Felix busted out laughing at that, no doubt remembering the time you tore your dress on a fence before going to the bar with the guys and Hyunjin complemented your 'grunge' look before you told him that you had ripped it on the way in.

"Okay so let's hit the mall on Saturday?"

"Sounds good to me!"

~✨~

That is what led to your current situation, going to what felt like 5 billion stores (actually three) and watching your incredibly attractive roommate try on suit after suit.

"Y/N what about this one?"

You looked up to see him clad in a gorgeous blue suit that seemed to fit him just right. You had to stop yourself from literally drooling on the department store floor when he twirled around for you.

"It looks incredible 'Lix, like it was made for you!"

"You've said that about like the last three suits I've tried on." he rolls his eyes and inspects himself in the mirror.

"Well I can't help that all of these fit perfectly on you!" you weren't lying, the last three suits literally looked like they were tailored specifically with him in mind.

"Y/N!" Felix looks over at you and takes your face in his hands, his face is so close you can feel his breath on your nose. "I've just had the most amazing idea."

You tried to hide your blushing face by putting your hands over his and covering more of your face. "What idea?" You ask, trying not to sound too out of breath.

"We should go get you a dress and when we find the perfect one we can come back and I'll get a suit to match you!" He jumps back raising his hands in the air beaming while waiting to hear your response.

The thought of you and Felix matching at this party made your heart flutter a bit, to anyone who didn't know you, you would look like a couple. That thought alone made you feel all sorts of things you should not feel about your roommate. But, despite that, you answered.

"I think that's a great idea 'Lix!"

The look on his face was one of pure joy when you agreed. He runs into the dressing room to switch back into his own clothes leaving behind a VERY flustered roommate.

You looked in the mirror and saw the red tinting your cheeks and hoped that by some miracle Felix didn't notice how flushed you got just from the idea of coordinating outfits (who blushes at that?) you put your cold hands on your cheeks to calm the redness down and waited for Felix to get out of the dressing room so you could go to the dress store next.

~✨~

If there's one thing on this Earth that you hate, it is trying on clothes. It is your personal hell. You hate the way nothing seems to fit, everything is itchy, the dressing rooms are always way too hot and make your face bright red, and the fluorescent lights make everything look that much worse. Your only saving grace today was Felix. Your ray of sunshine, always making sure to complement you but also give you actual feedback.

"No definitely not this one, you'll be way too uncomfortable with the sleeves all night." You smiled at how well he knows you, the sleeves were already bugging you and you knew that you would want to rip them off if you had to spend a whole night in this awful dress.

You had tried on like 50 dresses by now (actually 10) and none of them had the WOW factor, but luck would have it that #51 (11) was in fact the winner. It had a beautiful high neck with a patterned cut down the front to show off your 'assets', it was the perfect length, and it was covered in gorgeous silver glittery designs. This was the one, you were sure of it.

"Hey 'Lix?" you called out from the dressing room.

"What's up gorgeous?" You knew he was getting tired because he tended to call you things like 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' when he got sleepy, which did not help your situation whatsoever, but it was quite cute.

"I found the dress, but I was thinking, I think it should be a surprise!"

"How are we supposed to match if I don't see the dress?"

"Well I could show you a bit of the fabric? Then you could go off of that?"

"Okay darling that sounds lovely." darling? That was a new one. Thankfully you had time for the massive blush that crept up your cheeks due to the new nickname to dissipate as you changed your clothes. Once you got out your cheeks were just a light pink.

Felix perked up as you walked out holding the dress behind your back and you went over to the checkout. After purchasing the dress you showed Felix a bit of the fabric from the bag and he started giggling. "I like that we are making this a surprise, I think it'll be fun!" And with that you both went to the men's section so Felix could find a matching suit.

Thankfully it didn't take too much time, he found a match almost right away and (of course) it fit him perfectly, or so he told you. He said since your outfit was a surprise, his should be too.

Clothes in hand you drove the two of you back home to get some much needed rest. As soon as you got through the door Felix shot you a devilish look and ran toward your bedroom and flopped down on your bed. You walked in, chuckling lightly, and asked him what he was doing.

"I think it is nap time and naps are always the best with a budddyyyyyy!" He held his arms out and made grabby hands at you. You burst out laughing and headed over to the bed. As soon as you were within his arms reach he pulled you down next to him and started spooning you.

"Y/N, you're my best friend, you know that?" He sleepily whispered to you. You felt your breath hitch at his small confession, but before you could respond you heard his breathing even out and he was asleep. You sighed and pulled the covers up over the two of you and decided that a nap with Felix wasn't the worst thing in the world. So you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

~✨~

All week Felix was so excited about his work party is was basically all he could talk about when the group went out for dinner on Wednesday.

"Y/N and I are matching but we haven't seen each other's outfits and I am soooooo excited to see the dress she picked!" He exclaimed to everyone.

"Dude, we know, it's all you've talked about in the group text since Saturday." Chan chucked at the freckled boy who was positively beaming.

"I'm happy for you guys, it sounds like it will be a really fun time!" Jisung chimed in, smiling back at Felix.

"Anyway, changing the subject. Y/N how's work going?" Seungmin looked over at you with a big smile. You smiled back at him.

"It's going pretty great, I think I'm really getting the hang of things." Everyone seemed to appreciate the change in topics as they all went around the table talking about work and the different things they were now in charge of.

Dinner went by quickly and before you knew it you were heading back home. You and Felix had only had a few glasses of wine with dinner but the buzz was definitely present on the ride home has you both giggled about everything and nothing at all.

When you got through the door Felix pulled you in for a big hug and started playing with your hair. "I really can't wait to see your dress, I'm sure it is going to look amazing." You pulled back a bit so you could see his face and he was still smiling, a light blush was present on his face but you were sure it was just the alcohol in his system.

"I'm so excited to see your outfit too 'Lix! But it is late, we should head to bed."

"Yours or mine?"

It was a harmless question given that you guys stay in each others beds all the time, but usually you go to sleep separately and then Felix will come get in bed with you when he can't sleep. Other than your nap session on Saturday you had never really laid down together ready for bed. Something about the shift in dynamic made your heart wrench a bit, you tried to hide it by smiling back at Felix.

"How about yours tonight?"

When you laid down your mind was racing a million miles per second. You never really slept in Felix's bed, he mostly came to yours. You didn't think about it when you answered him but now you realize that you fucked up. You are surrounded by the smell of Felix, its on his bedsheets, pillows, and, most importantly, on the boy curled up behind you latched on like a baby monkey. Felix's arms are around your whole body, one arm across your chest with his hand on your shoulder, and one across your stomach with his hand on your hip. His leg is even draped over your body so you are surrounded by him.

Looks like you aren't getting much sleep tonight.

~✨~

Sure enough you barley slept the night before and you wake up feeling awful. Normally when you sleep with Felix he wakes up before you and is either in the shower or cooking breakfast, but not this time. This time you woke up to find yourself still surrounded by the boy, but something feels different. You wiggled a little and your face turned bright red when you realized that Felix was not only still fast asleep but sporting a rather large erection that was pressed firmly to your backside.

You needed to remind yourself that with was a natural thing that men's bodies do in the morning and it had nothing to do with the fact that you were pressed against him in the night.

Fuck was it hot in the room or was it just you?

You tried to calm yourself down, but how could you with this beautiful man pressed against you like this? You decided maybe you should get up and act like nothing happened. Before you could get up you heard Felix grumble a bit and pull you in closer to himself.

Well there goes that plan.

You resigned yourself to waiting for Felix to wake up.

~✨~

After what felt like forever Felix finally started to wake up. You decided to save him from embarrassment at his current state you would act like you were asleep until he had released you from his hold. You closed your eyes and waited... and waited... and waited some more. Finally you felt Felix shift a bit and your heart almost stopped when he bent his head down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before getting out of bed and heading to the shower.

You held your breath until he was out of the room and as soon as you heard the bathroom door shut your hand flew up to the place where he had kissed your cheek and you felt yourself smile at the sweet gesture. You giggled a bit until finally letting yourself get out of Felix's bed and walk into your own room to get ready for the day.

~✨~

It was finally Friday. The day you and Felix had been waiting for. You could barley contain your excitement at work and basically counted the seconds on the clock until it was (finally) time for you to go home. You drove as fast as safely possible and when you flung the door open to your apartment you found Felix waiting for you in the living room with a huge grin on his face.

"It's Friday." Felix simply stated, but you could tell he was as excited for tonight as you were.

"I am SO excited 'Lix! Let's blast some jams and start getting ready!" You beamed back at him and all but ran to your bedroom to get your speaker, Felix close behind you.

The two of you wanted to wait until you were completely ready to show off your outfits so you got ready in your room and he got ready in his with the speaker in the conjoined bathroom between the two of you. It took you both about an hour to get ready and you were shouting back and forth about various different things the whole time.

Finally you were ready. You looked stunning with your half-up hair and all the accessories you bought for the occasion. The dress fit you even better than you remembered. Hands down this was the hottest you'd ever looked in front of you roommate.

"Okay, I'm ready Lix, you ready?" You shouted full of excitement.

"Yeah! On the count of three!"

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three!"

You both opened the doors to your side of the bathroom and stopped, eyes wide on the beauty before you. It took a while for either of you to speak, just taking in the whole fit on the beautiful person in front of you. Finally Felix spoke.

"Wow... you look.... WOW!" He was beaming, completely awe stricken at your ensemble.

"Right back at you handsome." You took in the beautiful silver and black suit he now wore. The suit looked like it was made for Felix, the perfect blend of feminine with its silver floral patterning on the cuffs of the blazer and the ends of the slacks, and handsome with its sharp angles.

Felix held out his hand to you. "My lady, shall we?" You smiled at the gesture and took his hand. He put your entwined hands over your head and twirled you around, leaving you both in a fit of giggles. And with that you left to go to the party.

~✨~

Felix's work Does. Not. Fuck. Around. when it comes to parties. They had rented out a beautiful ballroom and had snacks, an open bar, as well as a rather large dance floor. You and Felix decided to start at the bar. As you were grabbing your drinks a strikingly beautiful woman came up and coldly stared you up and down before placing a hand on Felix's forearm.

"Hey 'Lixxie I'm so glad you made it!" You couldn't tell what Felix was thinking about this woman as he let out a small smile when she addressed him. "This must be the girlfriend you've been telling me about!" She gave you a cold smile devoid of genuine emotion as she spoke.

You felt your heart drop. Felix has a girlfriend? He never mentioned anyone to you. How could he even have time for a girlfriend when he was sleeping in your bed almost every night? What the fuck is going on??

Felix looked shaken at the statement for a brief second and before you could clarify that you were just his roommate he spoke.

"Yes, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

You stared back at him with wide questioning eyes. What in the actual fuck is going on right now???

The woman looked you up and down again, chuckled to herself, then left muttering something under her breath that sounded like it rhymed with lanky witch.

As soon as she was out of earshot you grabbed Felix's arm and looked him in the eyes. "What the fuck was that?"

Felix shyly looked down and took a deep breath before explaining. "That was Megan, she works in the accounting department and she has been trying to get me to go out with her for months and when she wouldn't stop I panicked and said I had a girlfriend. She seemed to believe me at first but I never brought this girlfriend around and so she started to get suspicious. I'm sorry I brought you into this but it seemed like the perfect cover in the moment, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can call her back over and come clean." He looked back up at you and gave you a half-hearted smile.

Felix wanted to be your fake boyfriend for the night. In what world would you ever pass up that golden opportunity?

"No, It's okay 'Lix, we can fake date for the night to get her off your back. She seems like a royal bitch to me anyway and I wouldn't want to make you talk to her more than you already have to." He let out a sigh of relief and smiled at you, then stood up and wrapped his arms around you in a big hug.

"Thank you Y/N, you're a lifesaver." He pulled back a little and smiled at you as he reached up and pushed a hair out of your face. You looked into his eyes and smiled back.

"What are friends for?"

~✨~

The rest of the party flew by. Felix introduced you to all his coworkers as his girlfriend and they all congratulated you two and told you how cute it was that you two decided to wear matching outfits. You ate, drank, and had great conversations but after a while Felix seemed a bit on edge and you decided to see if he was okay before continuing to enjoy the party. You led him out to the balcony where you could only see one or two people sitting around, seemingly bored with the festivities inside.

"Hey, 'Lix, you seem... anxious? Are you doing alright?" You take his hands in yours and notice his shoulders immediately relax a bit.

"It's nothing love, just getting a bit tired is all." He had been calling you cute nicknames all night in front of his coworkers to keep up the guise of being together, but the fact that he called you love while it was just the two of you made your heart stutter momentarily. You chalked it up to the few drinks he had had throughout the night and decided to blow past it.

"Okay, well how about we dance to one song and then head out? The dance floor is too big and the DJ is too good to pass up one dance." You squeeze his hands softly to comfort him a bit and hopefully put his mind at ease. He looks up and softly smiles at you.

"Lead the way."

When you walk inside you guide Felix to the dance floor and start moving around, letting the beat take over your body. You see Felix smile at you as he begins to do the same. Pretty soon the two of you are jumping around laughing hysterically at how ridiculous you must look just jumping and moving your shoulders to the beat. When the song ends you get ready to head out before Felix takes hold of your hand. The beat changed and a slower melody filled the room.

"One more dance?" He sheepishly smiled at you. You walked toward him, placing your free hand on his waist and smiled back at him. "Anything for you 'Lix."

The two of you started with your hands together, free hands on each others waist. But as the song continued Felix slipped his hand from yours and put both of his hands on either side of your waist. Your arms came up and wrapped around his neck, your bodies now pressed into one another, looking into each others eyes. Felix rested his head on your shoulder and let out a sigh.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." He whispered into your ear.

"Me too." You whispered back.

Once the song was over Felix pulled his head back, hands still placed on your waist and smiled.

"Let's go home."

~✨~

The Uber back was quiet, your heart was beating out of your chest as you thought through the nights events. Felix had a hand on your knee and his head rested on your shoulder as you made your way back home. Once the Uber pulled up you said thank you to the driver and walked up to your apartment hand-in-hand with Felix.

After you stepped through the door Felix turned you to face him and he just looked into your eyes in silence for a moment until he softly spoke, barely a whisper.

"Can I kiss you?"

You were sure you were dreaming. There was no way this beautiful, incredibly kind, amazing man wanted to kiss you right now. As if he could tell what you were thinking he took a step towards you and brought his hand up to caress your cheek.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on and I've wanted to kiss you all night, well, I've wanted to kiss you a lot longer than that. So, may I kiss you, Y/N?"

"Yes." You whispered.

And with your consent Felix pulled your face to his and gently placed his lips on yours. It was a beautiful kiss, filled with all the emotions you had both been feeling for quite some time.

You pulled away to catch your breath and smiled at him. You thought back to Wednesday and a thought occurred to you. "It is late, we should head to bed."

"Yours or mine?"

#felix fluff #lee felix fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #lee felix smut #felix smut #stray kids smut #skz smut

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mercurywritesstuff · 5 months

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The Love bet// nonidol!Bang Chan x bestfriend!GN reader

Summary: The week of your birthday, Jisung bet that you and Chan couldn't convince your friends that you and Chris weren't dating by the end of the week. It all comes to a head on your birthday.

CW: Swearing, suggestive??(is neck kissing suggestive?), jealousy, Angst, fluff, Drunken confessions

Written on mobile, might be shitty. No use of Y/N. You/Your pronouns.

1.4 k word count

In hindsight, this was a bad idea.

You and Chan grew up together, were best friends, this felt wrong.

Then why were you so happy?

It was a bet from your shared friend, Jisung, that you wouldnt be able to convince the rest of the friend group that you two had started dating by the end of the week. Jisung bet $200, chump change for Chris but a week's worth of work for you.

So, you wanted to win. You would kiss him if it meant you would make the money. A dollar is a dollar.

The first day started with him sending you flowers to you when you were in front of Changbin. You made a show of hiding the card, even when he was whining at you. The card didn't even have anything written, but Changbin didn't know that.

When the group was together later that day, you were whispering something in Chan's ear, hands dangerously close together. You were whispering some random stuff, probably about the latest movie you saw. You missed the way Chan's ears turned red.

You felt seven sets of eyes on you, you smirked slightly and sat up straight. You smiled innocently, watching as the cogs turned in their heads.

The second day, you decided to up the stakes. You pulled Chan into a broom closet while you were on the way to another hang out session, and your lips found his neck, sucking hard like a leech.

He laughed before pushing you off of him. He had an incredulous look on his face, eyebrow cocked up. "You really want that $200, don't you?" His hands found your hips, waiting for your answer.

"Yep," popping the "p", you latched back onto his neck. His hands gripped your hips tighter as he giggled, it greatly tickling him. You stepped back, admiring your handiwork, red spots bloomed around his neck. It was very obvious to one who would look at Chris.

"Your turn, love." He teased, burying his head in your neck to match the ones you made. You froze, a shudder raking through your body. It tickled, but the feeling in your gut over-powered the laughter that threatened to bubble up.

"There," He tilted your chin up, looking at his own masterpiece. Your breath caught in your throat, thankful that it was dark in the closet so he couldn't see your probably blushed face.

He giggled at your expression, before exiting and began to head towards the hang out spot. You stayed back to catch your breath, trying to quell the strange feeling in your belly.

When you entered the room with your friends, they were asking Chris multiple questions about the hickies on his neck. They turned when they heard you enter and were about to tell you about the marks when they quieted down, seeing the matching marks.

"I got burnt with an iron." You said quickly, but they weren't believing it.

"With the same iron as Chan-hyung?" Jeongin asked, unimpressed. You went to answer no, just as Chris said yes. Thankfully, the subject was changed.

The rest of the week, you two played up the romantic antics. Still, no one said anything. Your birthday was at the end of the week, and your friends were hyping up your birthday party that they were hosting.

On the actual day of your birthday, you woke up to multiple "Happy Birthday" messages, but the one that you were looking forward to wasn't there. You shrugged, thinking that he wanted to congratulate you in person.

When it was time for the party, you put on your best outfit and headed to Jisung's place. You entered, getting a huge round of applause and congratulations. Literally everyone you knew was there, friends of friends, acquaintances, hell even your boss was there.

Your eyes scanned the party, looking for Chris when you found him in the corner. You smiled, making your way over when you stopped. A girl was standing there, obviously flirting with him. Her hand was feeling up his arms, and twirling her hair with her other hand. Your smile dropped.

There was no reason for you to be feeling this way. You weren't together, but you couldn't help but feel like you had been punched. You turned away before he saw you, and made your way to the kitchen.

You saw Jisung in the kitchen, making drinks. You pushed passed him, grabbing a beer and starting to chug it.

"Woah there tiger, already? You just got here." He tried to take the beer from your hands, but you slapped his hand away, glaring at him. "What's wrong?"

"I fucked up, Ji." You sighed, gripping the counter tightly. "I should've never participated in that stupid bet." You felt the tears well up in your eyes.

"Oh hun," He sighed, rubbing your shoulder. He knew what you meant. "Are you sure he doesn't feel the same way?"

"He was letting some chick feel him up, so I'm pretty sure." You snapped back, before sighing. "'M sorry, he just… never said hello today either." You mumbled. You downed the rest of your beer, before grabbing some tequila.

"If he isn't into me, I'll just find someone who is." You pushed past Jisung and entered into the crowd. That was the last anyone has seen of you for hours.

Chris didn't like this. He was trying to be nice to Kai, but she wasn't his type. Excusing himself, he went to find you, becoming confused when he couldn't see you. He walked upstairs to try and find you, but bumped into Jisung.

"He dude-"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?" Jisung asked, glaring up at his elder.

"What did I do?" Chris chuckled nervously. Jisung scoffed.

"Our best friend saw you being all buddy buddy with that girl down there." He hissed, making Chris' eyes go wide.

"Shit." Chris turned and rushed down back to the crowd.

Chris couldn't find you there, so he headed outside.

"Heey Chan~" You had purred, draping yourself over his arm, a half empty bottle of rum in your hand. He stiffened at your drawl.

"Hey… are you drunk?" He questioned gently, holding your shoulders tight.

You giggled again, rolling your head and revealed the healing hickies. "Maybe a little~" You laid your head on his chest, humming and hugging Chris tightly. "You smell nice."

"Okay, time for you to lay down." Chris chuckled, eliciting a whine from you. You shook your head quickly.

"Can't I just admire my favorite person?" You rubbed your face in his muscle crop top. He looked delicious tonight.

"Not when your this drunk." He picked you up, getting a garbled response from you. He brought you up to the guest bedroom and set you on the bed, shutting the door and locking it to make sure no one came in on you resting.

"You're so good to me, Chris." You murmured sleepily. Chris laid you down in bed, cradling you in his arms. "Maybe that's why I love you." You whispered. Chris, who had heard, looked at you with wide eyes. You had already fallen asleep.

When you woke up, it was dark. Your head throbbed, you groaned and tried to get up. Stumbling, you made your way out and down the stairs. The kitchen light was on, and when you entered, Chris was busy washing the counters.

His head snapped up when he heard you, and his gaze softened exponentially. "What are you doing up?"

"Thirsty," you lied. You had no idea why you lied, but now your throat was dry. Memories flooded in from last night, in including your love confession. You felt foolish now.

"Oh." He nodded. The room fell into deafening silence, you sipping on the water you grabbed and him scrubbing the same spot.

"Did you mean it?" Chris asked. Youbit your lip.

"Yeah," you hushed out before you could say that, no, you didn't mean it. It would save you the embarrassment.

"Oh," it came out weaker. He dropped the towel.

Taking his silence as rejection, you felt the tears come back. You moved to leave, the salty liquid finally falling down.

"Wait," He called out, but you didn't listen. You continued leaving when his hand gripped your wrist.

"Why? It's obvious you don't feel the same. It would save me the embarrassment and-" He cut you off with his lips on yours. You made a noise of surprise, before you gave in and kissed him back softly. His lips were soft and warm.

As he pulled back, he felt your lips chase his. "Would you believe me if I said the feelings mutual?" He asked.

You laughed, and locked your lips to his again.

This was the best "Happy Birthday " He has ever given you. And you would have to thank Jisung later.

Lemme know if you want a part 2 :D

#bang chan #skz #skz imagines #skz fluff #han jisung #Han being a wingman #changbin #He's so babygirl

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dorayakichan · 9 months

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Windbreaker: first meeting + confession + dating headcanon (Part 2)

Pairing: Kaneshiro, Noah, Ryohei x gn!reader

Fluff

Kaneshiro

It was through Momoko, your friend that you were able to meet Kaneshiro. After you had gone to the U.S. when you were young, you still kept in touch with your best friend Momoko. So the first thing you did when you came back was meet up with her.

On that day you had decided to have a sleepover together so you would be staying at her house. When you went into her house with her to greet her grandfather you saw a girl with silver hair talking with him. As you greeted him and both of you left your eyes couldn’t stop glancing at her. As soon as you went into your room you asked your friend.

“Who was that girl?” “That’s Dakeda Kaneshiro, leader of the Kazuma crew. You have heard about the Kazuma crew right?” You stared blankly at her.

“They are the most famous biking crew in Japan and Kaneshiro is a 3 times world winner.” “Ahh…uhhh…wow” It was too much information to take in for you but nodded remembering the fact that her grandfather was a bike manufacturer.

After that, you and Momoko continued talking until dinner time came. As dinner came and passed by you weren’t able to see that girl again.

It was late at night after having talked some more and watched a movie, Momoko had fallen asleep, leaving you awake with nothing to do besides going out for some fresh air.

As you sat outside on one of the stools you didn’t notice a figure come and sit right next to you. “Couldn’t sleep?” You jumped, hearing the voice that came right next to you but calmed as you saw Kaneshiro's calm side profile looking at the moon. As your eyes landed on her they were unable to stop gazing at her beautiful features, she was incredibly dazzling. Yet she gave off an extremely unapproachable vibe.

“What? Too lost in my beauty?” she mockingly asked.

“Yeah…” You nodded only seconds later to realize what you had just said as you saw her eyes widen turning in your direction.

“I…I..but you actually are.” You lowered your head, fidgeting with your hands as your voice became barely above a whisper.

A chuckle escaped her mouth as she noticed your embarrassed state.

The next day you were so embarrassed you would have preferred never waking up after what you did last night. Were you crazy? How could you say such things to a complete stranger maybe it was the atmosphere you thought as you reached the door of the bathroom. Before going in you slapped hard your face trying to stop the surge of more thoughts. The door opened to reveal none other than Kaneshiro, eyes flickering for some seconds into a shock gazing at your red cheeks which you had just slapped seconds ago.

Now you had done it.

The breakfast was so awkward when you saw Kaneshiro coming there too. So awkward that even your friend who was trying to strike up a conversation with you noticed how you had completely lost it.

“Is everything okay?” Momoko asked after you finished breakfast. Only to spend the next 30 minutes listening to how you had made a fool of yourself in front of Kaneshiro.

“But why are you so worried, It’s not like you will have to cross paths with her in the future?” an extremely true fact and that’s how you went with your day and week telling yourself that it could happen it was not like you would have an encounter with her ever again.

“Yep, never again,” you said to yourself only to walk down the street with your ice cream, trip on your own two legs, and fall, with ice cream spilling all over your shirt. “Damn it.”

“You should see where you’re walking.”Kaneshiro's voice rang threw your ears as you raised your head meeting eyes with her. Great another one. As Kaneshiro helped you up you could see behind her two other guys one with black long hair and a scar in his eye and another with a Yankee kind of hairstyle. “Who is that Kaneshiro?” one of them asked.

She looked at you as you waited for her response, clearly intimidated by the two men and extremely flustered. “My friend.”

That’s basically how it all started your friendship with Kaneshiro. You two would meet up more and although you had no idea about bikes and stuff she taught you a lot as you also taught her a lot about your interests and passions too.

After weeks of knowing each-other, you could definitely see that you felt more than just, respect and love as a friend for her, it was something more. It was not admiration either. That’s how you started noticing the signs of how you would stare at her lips and imagine how they would feel if you could kiss them. When she talked, listening to her voice made you feel so comfortable and happy. When her eyes stared into yours, how your heart would start beating fast.

It was obvious you had fallen for the Dakeda Kaneshiro. Fallen so deep and so hard you had no idea what to do with those feelings, as you didn’t want to destroy what you had. But one day your parents called you asking to go back to the U.S. You had to start university soon.

It was a hard decision you made that day choosing to keep those feelings to yourself or expressing it all and leaving like that. Neither was a good option. One would hurt you but the other how would it make Kaneshiro feel? No matter what her answer was.

So you decided to pour all your heart and soul into a conversation you had with Momoko and to your surprise minutes after that you saw Kaneshiro come close to where you both were sitting.

“Hi!” you awkwardly greeted her hoping she had not heard what you said. “So I guess you’re a coward after all.” Kaneshiro left after saying what she had to say.

“I guess this is your last chance.” your friend said encouraging you to go after her. So that’s what you did running to her. “Kaneshiro wait…” you said but she did not stop walking, going towards the place where she was going to meet her crew, as some of the guys looked at you with annoyed expressions as you tried to talk to Kaneshiro and followed her. But you did not care, it was your last chance.

“DAKEDA KANESHIRO I LIKE YOU” you screamed at the top of your lungs. She stilled in her place not turning around as the eyes of her crew widened, witnessing the scene in front of them.

“I don’t like you as a friend though, I have feelings for you that go beyond friendship. In the beginning, I wasn’t sure what these feelings were and I felt that it was not right to feel like this for you as I didn’t want you to hate me or stop being my friend. But with time I understood that I just couldn’t stop them…” You paused “I…I wanted to hold you, I wanted to hug you and kiss you. I wanted us to go on dates, I wanted you to look at me as more than just a friend, I started being greedy for more. That’s why I could not dare express my feelings. How could such an amazing person like you like me back? So that’s why when I found out I had to leave I thought that maybe it was better to keep these feelings buried in me forever, at least I would not have left you confused or sad or angry with me.”

“Ha…” she sighed as she turned walking up to you. “What an idiot,” she said as she proceeded to kiss you.

After that you both started dating when you went to university. It was sad to be apart and missing her sometimes it was too much yet you both endured. When she had races that required her to come to the U.S., no matter where, you would go and meet her.

When you had finally finished your bachelor studies you decided to get your master's in Japan. Having been apart from her for so long had been hard. After you went back although you were scared if everything would be okay. It really went well. Kaneshiro was a loyal one in love with you and only you, most of all she was the only one able to deal with your antics and clumsiness.

From her point of view, those things were what made you even more adorable in her eyes. How could she leave without you in her life when you brought the most smiles and happiness into hers? It was not possible now you were everything to her as she was to you.

Noah

You met Noah when she came to Korea bothering Jay each and every second trying to race with him. She did not talk to you as she walked up to Jay speaking in english and asking him to race for the nth time.

“Who is she?” You asked Jay, who turned to look at you and then shrugged it off going past her.

“Bye,” he told you as he entered inside his home, not even giving Noah an acknowledging look.

“Aghhh” she began hitting the wall in anger. “So I believe you want to race with Jay right?” you asked her, trying to start a conversation. “Whatever…” she said not even glancing at you and walking in the same direction you were supposed to go to reach home.

You followed her walking behind her, until she snapped and turned in your direction. “What do you want? Why are you following me?” You were startled for a second and extended your hand pointing in the direction of your home. “Because I live there?” you said questioningly.

As her eyes followed your hand, she stared for some seconds and turned to walk away. Just as she was about to take another step her stomach started growling. “Are you hungry?” you asked her as she turned once again with a very subtle look of embarrassment and annoyance on her face.

“I’m a great cook,” you informed her, not expecting an answer back. “If not, I can also order take-out.”

That is how Noah ended up having dinner at your house that day and even sleeping in. The next morning, you also gave her breakfast, and the more you did this stuff for her the less aggressive she became towards you. ‘She resembles a stray kitten.’ you thought, chuckling to yourself.

“What are you laughing at?” Noah who had just come out of the shower asked. “Nothing.” You brushed it off, asking her something that would pique her interest. “So you want to race with Jay right?” she nodded. “Then, I guess I could talk to him about this when I go to school.” You said as you took your bag. “If you want you can stay here,” you offered her.

You knew she was just a stranger but you felt no bad vibes coming from her besides her aggressiveness and her persistence to race Jay she seemed okay. So you were not worried.

After that, some time passed until she was finally able to race, and then Harry came too, welcoming himself into your home. While you did not mind as you sometimes felt lonely living in that big house, you noticed how you had changed the way you looked at Noah. Sometimes as she talked with Harry you felt jealous of how they communicated so well with each-other, You also felt slightly annoyed how you had to go to school or help the guys train as all you wanted was to spend more time with Noah.

It took a very long time before you were able to finally express your feelings to Noah as she was packing her bags to leave you slipped a written letter in the pocket of her jacket, where you had basically told her all about how you felt.

Some months passed after she left and you felt lonely and very sad. She had never said anything after that, not even texted or called you. Maybe she had read the letter, but she did not want to reply. You had failed…or so you thought.

It was 2 a.m. when you heard a sound, your front door unlocking. Imagine the fright as you took the lamp ready to hit the intruder in the head, only for the light to flicker on as you came face to face with Noah. “What do you think you’re doing?” Noah looked displeased, as she left her luggage in the door and went to sit on the couch. “What?..... Why at this hour?...How?...” You had just woken up alarmed, previously scared that there was an intruder and now coming face to face with the girl you had a big crush on.

“Didn’t you say in your letter that I was always welcome and if you had to you’d be waiting for me?” she asked, not waiting for a response as she continued. “I come all this way and I’m greeted by you trying to murder me.” “You read my letter?” you interrupted her as you continued standing while looking shocked at her.

“Yeah..” she turned her head so you were not able to see her facial expression as you strode towards Noah sitting next to her. “But you didn't text me or at least reply or anything at all. I thought you…” “Just shut up! I’m here so I guess you got your answer.” She continued looking on the other side. “What answer?” you asked perplexed were you maybe forgetting something?

“The one in the letter!” She faced you, glaring. “You’re eyes widened remembering the last sentence you had written, to her now understanding why she had not answered. You were such an idiot.”

‘Noah if you think or even have made a decision that you maybe, like me back, then the next time you come find me and we meet I’ll take it as a yes from you.’

Yep, you were the biggest idiot to ever exist, you had totally forgotten about that part. Not wasting any more time you embraced her into a warm hug leaving Noah speechless, Cupping her cheeks you gave her a peck on the lips. Noah was shocked as you saw the color change in her face, she became red so red, she could resemble a tomato. “Ok, whatever. I'm hungry.” She walked away as you chuckled going to the kitchen to prepare some food for your girlfriend.

Dating Noah was fun especially as she was so easy to tease. You had so much fun every time you saw her redden after you had thrown a flirting comment at her out of nowhere. Or how she would come cuddling next to you, whenever you were asleep or thought so because she did not want to admit that her body craved yours, the need to be held close to you.

You had come like a small ray of light in her world and now you were the sun that warmed her world, Noah could never go back anymore to a world without you.

Ryohei

During your visit to Japan with Jay, Shelly, Dom, and TJ, you first met Ryohei when his gang was about to start a fight with the guys due to none other than TJ acting as if he was tough.

You facepalmed yourself as you were about to intervene hearing TJ’s words which only you could understand because besides him you were the only one who knew Japanese, but stopped when you saw Ryohei walk in the middle saying sorry and leaving just like that with a fake smile on his face.

‘That was weird.’ you thought as you went straight to the place where Jay would repair his bike.

The second time you saw Ryohei was when Dom suggested the team battle. After they left and Jay, Dom, Noah, and Harry agreed to become a team together, you went to find a good place to eat. Noticing how none of them seemed to be thinking about the most important thing, especially before a race. As you finally found the restaurant, you texted everyone the location, waiting for them before going inside.

That’s when you notice a familiar black-haired face walking inside an alley not far from the restaurant. As you had nothing better to do you decided to follow. Those Kazuma crew guys gave you a weird vibe, so why not observe them for a bit?

As you followed behind him he turned into a corner and then another as you arrived on a road with no way out you heard a voice behind you. “Looking for me?” You backed away startled.

“Didn’t we say we would have the team battle with you and your friends later today? Why are you following me?” you had no excuse.

“Can’t I follow someone I’m suspicious of?” you chose to come out with the truth rather than try to make up excuses. “Hmm..suspicious?”

He moved away from you. Lighting a cigar while crouching down with his back close to the wall. Your eyes followed him as you waited, not sure for what. “Shouldn’t we be suspicious of you more than you are of us? Friend of Mahon Jo’s nephew?” “I have no idea what your deal is with Jay’s uncle but I mean you first messed with us, plus you look like a gang, while we only came here with no other intention besides fixing Jay’s bike.” “That garbage?” He said, chuckling.

“I don’t see the point of even trying for something like that but sure go ahead if you can.” You had to admit Jay’s bike was in horrible shape, a miracle needed to occur for it to actually be repaired. So although you got annoyed by what he said you decided to change the topic as you went next to him with your back against the wall as your eyes stared at his crouched figure.

“Whatever…I just wanted to make sure, you won’t pull any tricks later.” “As if we need to.” “You’re pretty confident you know?” “Isn’t it normal?” he asked you. “I mean I get it you are one of the best crews in the world and stuff…but those guys are no joke either.” “We’ll see, " he said, getting up.”

He came closer to where you were standing, slightly lowering his head. “It’s dangerous following strangers around, you were just lucky today,” Ryohei whispered in your ear, leaving you there.

After the battle had finished and Jay had finally woken up, it was late at night when you remembered how you had forgotten your jacket where the race had happened. “It’s an expensive one.” You told Shelly and Dom as you got up to go retrieve it, going there alone after refusing to be accompanied by either of them. They had already gone through so much, that they needed to rest.

“I’ll be quick,” you told them running, not leaving them a chance to protest.

As you arrived at the place you saw a gang of guys, wearing some jackets that looked like the Kazuma crew logo talking amongst each-other. You tried to walk inconspicuously, but your efforts were for nothing as you heard someone say. “Wasn’t that person with those ‘Light Cavalry’ and the korean nobody bastards?” “Yeah, I think they were.” You acted like you didn’t hear them as you walked trying to see where you had dropped it.

“Hey, you!” One of them said which went to deaf ears as you continued searching. “Hey, answer when I call you!” That same one said as they yanked your arm, making you face them.

“Let go!” you answered him. “What if I don’t?” He mocked you as the guys in the back laughed. “I’ll show you what it means to mess with me,” you answered as you got ready to kick him.

“Leave them alone.” A voice you had now gotten accustomed to said coming from the other direction. “Oh, Ryohei this…” but the guy was unable to finish his sentence as Ryohei ordered. “Take your hands off.” He walked closer to where you both were standing as the other guy let you go.

“Didn't you come here to retrieve something?” he asked you as you were about to leave. You turned towards him as he extended his arm giving you your jacket. “Thanks!” You said extending your arm to take it, only for him to put it behind his back. “Didn’t I tell you to be careful last time?” He said. “I wasn’t following anyone.”

“Come with me.” He took you somewhere else far from his gang as he sat down on a bench. “I told you before that you were lucky, but I think it ran out now.” You stared at him. “C’mon sit.” He patted the place next to him. You complied, hoping he would give you that jacket as soon as possible.

“Just get to the point, What do you want?” You asked, crossing your arms. “A date.” “A WHAT?” you shouted getting up. His eyes were serious this time as they looked at you. “You don’t want your jacket back?” “I..want it but this has nothing to do with what we were talking about right now. “And I also told you it’s dangerous but you walk in the middle of the night near a gang as if you’re going to the park with no fear in your eyes. This is your punishment for not heeding my advice. Come on a date with me and I’ll give you back your jacket.” Leaving you speechless as he vanished from your sight.

That is how you ended up going on a date with Ryohei. With the Kazuma crew guy out of nowhere! During the date, you were finally able to notice why he was being like that to you. He definitely liked you, you thought to yourself as you saw him acting shy when your hands almost brushed. ‘Is this guy for real?’ you asked bewildered.

Besides that one date, you went on more dates. You both also started calling and texting on the phone often until he finally confessed. Due to his weird approach in the beginning you had your doubts but with time you understood that was just the way he was and you started crushing on him more and more.

So when he finally confessed you warned him: “You sure you won’t regret it? I’m a handful.” He smiled as he pushed you towards the wall nearby. “Never.” Was his answer as he latched his lips with yours, devouring all he could get of you.

So you started dating. Ryohei wasn’t the type to express it much when there were people around but as soon as you both were alone he would engulf you in his embrace and kiss every part of you, whispering how much he adored you.

From his appearance, you had never expected him to be this way, but he was extremely touchy when you both were alone so much that you sometimes asked yourself how was this guy so different when he was with you in comparison to others.

He was also very patient and understanding and would always worry about you if you tried doing something reckless. The more time went by, the more you fell deep in the abyss of love for him. It was certain now you both were smitten for each-other and there was no way this feeling would change for a very long time.

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This might be a dumb question, but how would the 141 and LV boys, especially Soap and Gaz, would act if they had a sleepover/slumber party?

Sleepover

Featuring: AleRudy, PriceNik, and some SoapGhost

(POV switches between Soap and Ghost)

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Soap used to have sleepovers all the time when he was younger, but those happened a long time ago. Gaz also had a lot of sleepovers, but after a falling out with a friend, those stopped when he was fourteen. Somehow the two started talking about their childhoods and sleepovers came up.

"We all would hole up in the basement and watch scary movies that we snuck in."

Gaz snorts, "My friend had a clubhouse in the garden we would all stay in. Felt like we were in the wilderness, surviving off crisps and fizzy drinks."

Soap laughs, "I miss those days... laying on the floor, trying to be quiet so we could stay up past our bed time."

"Ah, good times."

They stared at the TV in front of them, quiet. Gaz found himself unable to focus on what was happening on the screen. Soap eventually pauses the TV, turning to Gaz.

"I want to have a sleepover."

Gaz blinks, "A sleepover? Suds, we're grown men in the military. We have 'sleepovers' in tents or holed up in a motel room, waiting for our target to go to sleep."

"C'mon, Kyle! Don't you want to relive your childhood?"

"Which part?"

Soap glares at Gaz who looks away, "Johnny, when would we even have time for that? And would it even be a sleepover if it's just the two of us?"

"What you're saying is: If I get more people to agree to a sleepover you'll join?"

Gaz stares before sighing with a roll of his eyes, "Yes, Johnny. If you get some other people to join us, I'll have a sleepover with you."

Soap grins and jumps up, "Prepare to stay up eating junk food and watching shitty movies!"

He runs out, Gaz calling after him, "Only if we have time, Suds!"

Soap made it his mission to get some people to join their sleepover. He, of course, went to Ghost first. Soap didn't bother to knock, just barged into his lieutenant's office. Ghost greeted him with a deadly glare but otherwise didn't say anything about Soap's intrusion.

"Hey, LT. How do you feel about sleepovers?"

Ghost looks at Soap carefully as if he's trying to uncover his deepest, darkest secrets.

"How do I feel about sleepovers?"

"Yes, sir."

"They're for kids."

Soap pouts and drags a chair from the corner around and moves it next to Ghost before sitting in it. Soap leans closer to Ghost, grinning.

"C'mon, big guy. Got any good sleepover stories?"

Ghost glares at Soap before going back to the report in front of him. Soap sits there silently for a couple minutes, waiting for Ghost to say something. Soap huffs after Ghost calmly puts the report to the side, only to grab another one.

"Keeping up the air of mystery, huh? Fine, I'll leave ya alone. Go mess with Price. Bet he has some good stories he's not afraid to share."

Soap gets up and leaves, not noticing Ghost's shoulder slump with a sigh as he walks out the door.

Soap was surprised to run into Roach when he did. Roach in and out of the base all the time and it was hard to tell when he was there. So imagine Soap's shock/delight when he sees the guy walking down the hall.

"Hey, Roach!"

Roach looks up and laughs, "Hey, Soap!"

Soap runs over and grabs Roach, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back!?"

"Well, I only got in a couple hours ago and just got out of a debriefing."

Soap wraps his arm around Roach's shoulders and starts to lead him down the hall, "You need to tell me everything that happened on your trip."

Roach eyes him suspiciously, "You want to here about my mission... that was a stakeout?"

"Yep!"

"Johnny... Weren't you the one who told me stakeouts were the most boring kind of jobs in existence and that you would rather be stuck in a room with a hungry bear than be on one or talk about one?"

"What? I would never say that!"

Roach glares and Soap looks away.

"Okay... maybe I did say that. But! I still want to hear about how everything went."

Roach laughs, "It was so damn boring. I'd rather not relive it."

"Then let's talk about something else. What was the craziest sleepover you ever had?"

Roach blinks, "Sleepover?"

Soap hums, "Yep! Sleepover."

"... I have a couple crazy stories."

"Then let's go talk about the past... and the future."

Roach grins, "Alright, let's talk."

It didn't take much convincing to get Roach on board. But Soap wasn't going to stop after getting one person to agree to have a sleep over with him and Gaz. Oh no, he had a whole slew of people in mind.

Gaz was eating a sandwich when Soap barged into the kitchen. Gaz flinched when Soap slams his hand onto the counter next to him, the man having a wide grin on his face.

"Guess what!"

Gaz slowly chews before swallowing, "What?"

"I got four people to agree to a sleepover!"

"What!?"

"Five if Price comes back from his mission on time."

"How did you manage that? And who all did you talk to?"

"Well, I talked to Ghost but he was his usual moody, edgy self so he didn't even want to talk about his sleepover experiences. But I did get Roach and Nik on board. Also called Alejandro and Rudy to ask them if they felt like taking a break!"

Gaz blinks, putting his sandwich down, "Damn, you've been busy!"

"Yep!"

"I guess we're having a sleepover."

Soap grins widely, "YEP! Prepare for junk food, shitty movies, ghost stories, and whatever sleepover cliche we'll indulge on!"

Gaz snorts, "Alright. Let's get planning."

Ghost often kept himself out of the loop. Kept himself distanced from everyone and did things on his own. He felt left out on some things but he always reminded himself there's a reason why he was left out. Ghost stuck to work and hiding away when he wasn't knee deep in bodies or paperwork. He of course longed for connection, but he couldn't bear getting too close to someone only to lose them. So he remained a loner. Though Ghost was tired of watching everyone else have their fun, goofing off. Hell, even Price joins in sometimes.

He knows he was doing it to himself, he had no one to blame for his misery and loneliness but him.

So, here he was. Watching Soap, Gaz, and Roach run past his office with different things. Pillows, blankets, what should be an illegal amount of candy and other kinds of junk food and drinks. He tried to ignore them, but then Gaz and Soap marched past with the biggest TV that Ghost had ever seen on the base, Roach following closely behind with what looked like gaming consoles. He found himself unable to focus on his work, so Ghost got up and followed Roach when he darted past again with a box.

He followed the man into a older part of the base and into what was once a meeting room. But when Ghost looked inside he saw that the three sergeants had set everything up into some kind of hangout space. They had moved a desk into the corner and put the big ass TV on it, hooking up all kinds of consoles and devices to it. There was a fucking mini fridge in the corner that Gaz was stocking full of drinks. Ghost stepped around the corner and into the room.

"What the fuck is all this?"

Soap yelps in surprise, throwing a remote across the room. The remote nails Gaz in the back, the man crying out in pain. Roach was frozen, kneeling over the pile of pillows and blankets that he was arranging. Ghost crosses his arms, making eye contact with Roach.

"I asked you three a question."

Soap stepped away from the TV, "Well, LT, this is where we're going to be having a sleepover."

"Sleepover? You three are aware that you're grown ass men, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"You three have more important matters to be handling. Not holing up in a room eating D grade crisps!"

Gaz looks at the bag of crisps he was holding, "I knew I shouldn't have gotten the off-brand..."

Ghost growls, "Clean this shit up, now."

"Whoa, what's going on in here?"

Ghost turns to see Nik. He didn't even stop to think about why Nik was on base or when he had gotten here, he just waved around at the room.

"These three tore this place up so they can have a fucking sleepover!"

Nik blinks and looks around, "You boys work fast. Looks like we'll be able to get this show on the road a lot sooner than expected.""

Ghost processes what Nik said for and moment, "What?"

"Did they not invite you?"

"Invite- You're in on this bullshit?"

"Sleepover, Lieutenant. Not 'bullshit'."

Ghost stares at Nik in shock, the man walking around him and going further into the room. He looks around and grins.

"I'll be bringing snacks and drinks of my own."

Soap jumps over a box of games and movies and bounds over to Nik, "Bring that, what was it?"

"No, no hand made treats. Just store bought."

Soap frowns cartoonishly and Nik laughs. Ghost throws his hands up, wondering what the hell was going on.

"You're adults! Adults don't have sleepovers!"

"Only lame ones," Roach said without thinking.

Gaz and Soap laugh as Ghost's eye twitches. Roach crawls quickly behind Nik, who was grinning.

"Lieutenant, relax. Join us for some fun."

Ghost doesn't reply, just storms off.

Ghost took note of Alejandro and Rudy showing up on base three days after finding the sergeants setting up the old meeting room for a sleepover. He expected them to be there for business but was surprised that they actually came for the fucking sleepover. They brought their own snacks and drinks along with games and movies. This made Ghost wonder what the hell they were planning to do considering they had what looked like days worth of drinks and snacks.

He chose to ignore them and just continue working. But he found himself running out of things to do. He saw the last of Roach hours ago, telling him their stupid sleepover had begun. Ghost wasn't sure why it was pissing him off so much that they were having fun. He kept telling himself how childish it was and how they had better things to do other than goof off. Ghost decided to tell Price about it.

"Sleepover, huh?"

"They even wrangled Nik and Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra into it."

He heard Price hum over the phone. Ghost was expecting him to react more, but instead he responded with a amused tone.

"Did they not invite you to join?"

Ghost wanted to scream.

"Simon, there's nothing wrong with a little play after all the hard work they've been doing. You could use a little play yourself."

Ghost scoffs loudly, "I'm not a child!"

"Simon. It won't kill you to lay around and watch some poorly made movies."

Ghost was surprised to hear Laswell in the background.

"I'm sure if you go apologize-"

"I'm not interested in some childish past time!"

It was childish. He was a grown man and sleepovers were for kids. He never had them as a kid and he definitely didn't need them now. The silence crept on and Ghost felt guilt for snapping like that.

"I didn't mean to yell like that..."

"We know," said Price, ever patient, "We'll see you soon. Should be landing in a few hours."

"Understood, sir."

"And Simon? No more work, alright?"

"... No promises, sir."

Ghost never noticed how quiet the base was with Gaz or Soap running around causing trouble. It felt... empty. But he told himself he wouldn't let it bother him. So Ghost decided to go to bed early and read some books he's been meaning to get to. Ghost made his way down the hall, stopping when he felt the urge to go see what chaos Soap and Gaz had created in the old meeting room. The room had already looked like a disaster earlier, he wonders what it looks like now.

Fuck that.

Ghost went to his room.

Alejandro had put on a Spanish soap opera when Soap wasn't looking. Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, and Roach had gotten pretty invested into it while Soap was setting up some games. He finally noticed that what was playing on the TV wasn't in English.

"I thought we were going to watch something scary?"

Rudy, who was snuggled against Alejandro, mutters out, "The atrocious actors they decided to go with is pretty scary."

Soap rolls his eyes but crawls over. He decides to lay in between Gaz and Roach, forcing the two to move.

"Fucking hell, Soap!"

"I just had gotten comfortable!"

Soap just grins and watches the TV. There's was subtitles on for Gaz, Roach, and Nik. Soap wanted to brag that his Spanish has gotten pretty good since he became friends with Alejandro and Rudy. Well, better than Ghost's, at least. That thought immediately brought up Ghost, naturally. Where was he at the moment? Is he still working?

Something happens on screen that makes everyone gasp in shock.

Soap sighs, having missed the scene, before getting up from his spot, disturbing Gaz and Roach again as he does.

"DAMN IT SOAP!"

"ARE YOU WAITING FOR ME TO GET COMFORTABLE!?"

Soap laughs, going over to the snacks and drinks to get him something. He pokes around, realizing there was something missing.

"Did anyone grab the popcorn?"

"Is it not there?"

"The microwave is. The butter salt is. But, no popcorn."

Gaz slaps Roach's shoulder, "You remembered to grab the fucking butter salt but not the popcorn?"

"I thought you were getting it when you got the microwave!"

"How the fuck would I get the damn popcorn if my arms were full carrying the microwave!?"

Gaz and Roach start to argue, Nik becoming more invested in their bickering than the show, and earning a murderous glare from Rudy. If Soap has learned anything from his time being around Rudy: Don't fuck with his cheaply made soap operas.

"Guys! Relax, I'll go get the popcorn."

"You're our savior, Suds!"

Soap rolls his eyes, leaving the room to go get the popcorn. He hums as he makes his way down the hall to the kitchen. If he remembers correctly, Price should be here soon. He said he managed to nab Laswell so she could join them.

I hope she brought cookies. She makes the best cookies.

Soap walks into the kitchen, stopping when he sees Ghost there sipping some tea while waiting for something in the oven.

"Oh, hey LT."

"Did one of you shits take the microwave?"

Soap bites his lip, looking behind him to make sure he had a clear escape before turning back to Ghost.

"Yes?"

Ghost sighs, "Fucking figures. Had to warm up the leftover pot pie in the oven."

"Isn't it better in the oven?"

"Better but it takes longer."

"Ah, right."

Soap looks at the counters. He kneels to look in the lower cabinets but when he doesn't find the box of popcorn, he stands and looks in the top cabinets. After opening a couple, he finds the box of popcorn... On the top shelf, out of his reach.

"Of course."

"Problem, Sergeant?"

Soap could hear the smugness in Ghost's voice, "Did you put the popcorn up there?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I found it sitting on the counter, where it doesn't belong. So I put it in the cabinet, where it belongs."

"Ugh- Why on the top shelf?"

"I think you know why."

Soap groans loudly, "Can you please get it?"

Ghost takes a long, loud sip of tea. He hums in satisfaction, smacking his lips before he looks at Soap.

"No."

Soap scoffs, ''Why not!? You're the one who put it up there!"

"Not my fault you're short."

"You would've gotten it for Roach if he asked!"

"That's because Roach is tiny. You're bigger than him. You can get it."

Soap glares at Ghost before groaning, turning to the cabinet. He stares up at the popcorn before reaching up. When he couldn't reach it, he puts a hand on the counter and tries to give himself a lift so he could reach the popcorn. He could feel the box against his fingertips and that gave him hope! But then he accidentally pushed the box further back into the cabinet.

"FUCK!"

Ghost snickers and Soap turns and glares at him, "Oh, tough luck."

Soap takes a breath in, turning back to the cabinet. He didn't want to climb on the counter, but it looks like he has no choice. Soap lifts himself on the counter, standing on his knees and grabbing the popcorn.

"Finally!"

Soap leaned back to close the cabinet. A mistake on his part. He felt himself lose balance and start to fall back, panic racing through him as he tries to find something to grab onto to prevent himself from falling. But, in his panicked state, Soap grabs the cabinet door. It swings open and does nothing to stop Soap from falling. Soap was sure he was dead or going to get a concussion or brain damage from bashing his head on the counter behind him, but that did not happen.

Soap feels strong arms grab him and stop his fall, Soap instinctively grabbing onto the body the arms were attached to. Soap wheezes, blinking as he registers that someone caught him. He let's out a shaky breath, looking over and meeting his lieutenant's eyes.

"You alright, Johnny?"

Soap just dumbly nods, "Uh huh..."

Ghost sets Soap down, the man taking a moment to remember how to stand on his own. Ghost kept a firm hold on him, making sure he wasn't going to fall, before he eases away. Soap blinks, realizing he didn't have the box of popcorn. He looks around for it, turning to see Ghost picking it up and handing it to him.

"Maybe I should've put it on a lower shelf..."

Soap laughs, taking the box, "Maybe."

Soap notices a broken cup on the floor with spilled tea around it. Ghost dropped it so he could get to Soap in time before he got hurt. Ghost kneels to the floor, picking up pieces of the broken cup carefully. Soap could've just left, but he decided to go over and help Ghost clean up the mess.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to your sleepover?"

"Eh, they were watching some low rated soap opera Alejandro and Rudy brought. Not too interested in going back and watching it," Ghost snickers, Soap looking up at Ghost in confusion, "Something funny?"

"I know the real story behind your callsign."

Soap narrows his eyes, "What is that?"

"They started calling you soap because you're dramatic like a soap opera."

Soap just sighs loudly, Ghost laughing. They finish up cleaning the mess when Soap realizes he smells something burning. Ghost notices, too, stopping to sniff the air before his eyes widened in horror.

"FUCKIN' HELL-"

He stands quickly, running over to the oven and opening it. A wave of smoke bellowed out when he opened the door, and inside was a burnt piece of pot pie.

"Shit- There goes my dinner..."

Soap winces at the sight of the burnt mess. Ghost pulls out the pot pie, defeated, before jumping it all in the sink due to it being to hot to immediately put in the garbage.

"Hey, Si?"

Ghost hums, continuing to stare at his ruined meal.

"We have plenty of food at our sleepover..."

Ghost looks up, turning to look at Soap, "Seriously?"

"Oh, come on. Childish or not, you should come. All your friends are there, we have a fuck ton of food and drinks, and you can even choose what movie we watch first."

Ghost doesn't say anything so Soap continues talking.

"I don't know what kind of things you got up to when you were a kid, but this is something we all did and had fun doing. If you're not having fun in an hour, you can leave. No one will try to force you to stay."

Ghost remains quiet, making Soap fidget in place.

"Well? What do you say?"

Ghost avoids Soap's pleading gaze but he could still feel the intensity behind it. Finally, his stomach growls and he groans along with it.

"Fine. But don't be surprised if I grab some food and just leave."

Soap grins, victorious, "Of course, LT."

Ghost followed Soap back to the old meeting room, watching the man practically skip the entire way. Ghost felt nervous as he got closer. He was pretty aggressive about thinking the sleepover was a childish idea, and here he was about to join them.

They stepped into the room and Gaz and Roach immediately looked over and stared. Ghost glared at them and they looked away, pretending that they were watching the soap opera. Alejandro and Rudy notice Ghost next.

"Ghost! Joining us, hermano?"

Nik pats the spot next to him, "You should come sit next to me! Good view of TV and the sergeants. Both are equally entertaining."

Ghost felt uncomfortable with all the attention on him. Thankfully, Soap holds up the box of popcorn like it was a trophy and yells.

"WHO WANTS POPCORN!?"

Gaz and Roach jump up, "ME!"

Soap runs over to the stolen microwave, Ghost thankful when the two sergeants join him and Alejandro and Rudy turn their attention back to the TV. Nik, though, still had his attention on Ghost. Ghost tries to ignore him and just goes over to the pile of snacks hoarded on the table next to the mini fridge.

Where the fuck did they get a mini fridge?

It wasn't knew looking, which meant they either bought a pre-owned mini fridge or there was one on base somewhere. Ghost opens the fridge and finds it packed full of drinks. Fizzy drinks, juices, energy drinks, cold teas-

They prepared for everything.

Ghost sighs and grabs a fizzy drink. He wasn't one for drinking soft drinks but he felt like having one tonight. Ghost cracked the cold can open, pulling his mask down under his chin, and took a sip. He could see Soap walking over to him with a bowl of popcorn. Damn, it smelled good.

"Hey, Si! Want some?"

Ghost looks at the popcorn, the smell making his mouth water. Ghost answers by grabbing a handful and popping a couple in his mouth. He ignores Soap more than delighted grin and just shoves the pieces of popcorn into his mouth. Someone walks into the room, Ghost turning to see Price and Laswell, both carrying boxes.

"I hope we're not too late!"

"Nah, we're just getting started!"

Ghost looks away when Price looks over at him, deciding that the array of snacks were very interesting. Ghost tenses when he and Laswell walk over, setting their boxes down and pulling out containers. Ghost blinks at the cheese straws, sliders, two boxes of homemade cookies, meatballs-

"Stop drooling and make yourself a plate."

Ghost blinks, Laswell smirking at him.

"Had to make sure my boys were fed and not eating bags of chips and whatever other cheap, store bought snacks you grabbed."

Roach suddenly pops up, hugging Laswell tightly. Nik also suddenly appears by the tables, but he wraps an arm around Price's shoulders and kisses him dramatically on the cheek.

Laswell glares at Nik, "Oh, he gets a kiss?"

"He's the one who convinced you to come, so, yes."

Laswell scoffs with a hint of a laugh behind it.

"Don't worry, Kate! I'll give you a kiss for your hard work," said Roach before he pulled his mask down and kissed Laswell's cheek, earning a laugh.

Ghost steps up to the display of party snacks Laswell provided, grabbing a thin paper plate and piling some of the food on it before going to a corner to sit and eat.

Soap grabbed some cheese straws to accompany his popcorn before he went to go sit back with Gaz and Roach, who had a concerning amount of cookies.

"Did you take all the cookies?"

Roach slowly looks at Soap, grabbing the plate of cookies and moving them on the other side of him, out of reach.

"No."

Soap glares, "Kate brought those for all of us, not just you."

"I'm her favorite, so I get them."

Gaz gasps and Soap silently puts his plate of food down, approaching Roach.

"Take that back."

"I would... IF IT WASN'T THE TRUTH!"

Gaz was the one to lunge at Roach, the two rolling across the floor. Soap wanted to join but the glare the other two were receiving from Rudy made him decide against it. When it became clear they weren't going to quiet down, Rudy turns off the soap opera and stands. Alejandro tried to grab his husband but he was too slow, Rudy was already standing over the wresting Gaz and Roach.

"IF YOU BITE ME-"

"YOU'RE FUCKING HEAVY!"

They freeze when they notice Rudy glaring down at them. Everyone was quiet, waiting to see what would happen. Surely Rudy was going to kill the two ignorant men for disturbing his soap opera, it was the only suitable punishment for their unforgivable crime.

Gaz immediately turned to flirting to save himself, "Hey, Rudy. Looking absolutely gorgeous tonight!"

Alejandro sits up quickly with a hateful glare, Gaz tensing when he realized he just made things worse for himself. Roach attempts to army crawl away, but Gaz grabs his legs and pulls him back over.

"We're in this together, friend."

Soap backs up, turning to look for Ghost. He was happy to find him still in the room, eating in the corner. Soap grabs his food and walks over to join him. Ghost was nibbling on a cheese straw, watching the chaos unfold in front of him. Soap sits next to him, just in time to see Roach get pinned by Rudy and Alejandro tackling Gaz when he tried to run.

"Glad you came?"

Ghost rolls his eyes, unable to hide to amusement as Gaz begs Alejandro for mercy while Roach chooses to just scream. Laswell, Price, and Nik just watch not even slightly concerned for the sergeants.

Ghost huffs out a laugh, "Yea..."

Soap scoots closer to Ghost, their arms flushed together. Ghost reaches over to grab some of Soap's popcorn, Soap moving the bowl closer to him.

"So, what movie are we watching?"

Ghost hums while thinking, chewing a mouth full of popcorn.

"How about Die Hard?"

Soap grins, "Sounds good to me."

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misscinnamonroll16 · 4 months

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Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part six

god this is long

He always made the funniest faces. John took that picture too, along with the photo album. John grabbed the rest of the items, taking one last look around the room before heading back to his campervan. After arriving back at his campervan, John Dory decided to bake their grandma's famous fluffleberry cake. After making and decorating the cake, John noticed that the crocodile plush had a tear and was incredibly dirty. He hand washed it and patched up the tear. JD checked his watch, it was only 8:45 pm. John made himself some dinner and put on a movie. Partway through the movie, John dozed off, probably going to be sore tomorrow from sleeping on a couch. John woke up to his usual alarm, stretching and popping his back. John made a quick breakfast and some coffee, packing up the cake to take to work as a thank you gift to his brothers. He grabbed a box to put the book and plush in, hesitating for a moment, what if they didn't want these things? They clearly hadn't been missing them because they were still there. John decided to take them in anyway and talk to Bruce about to make sure his sentiment is understandable, luckily Bruce was the first one in. JD got to the diner, setting the cake and box in the office, locking the door behind him. He usually didn't lock the office when he was here but that stuff was a surprise so he didn't want one of them seeing it. John set everything up as usual, quietly singing to himself, only perking up when he heard Bruce opening the front door. “G’morning Brucie.” John said, pouring Bruce a cup of coffee and handing it to him. Bruce grunted, he's never really been a morning person, taking the cup of coffee. Bruce took a big sip of the coffee, slowly waking up. John Dory gave Bruce time to fully wake up, knowing he'll be an asshole if he's not awake enough. After a few minutes Bruce turned to John, trying to figure out what he's thinking about it. “Alright, what's going on? You're thinking about something." Bruce said before taking another sip of his coffee. “I was just waiting for you to finish waking up. If you're ready, come on." JD mumbled before turning to walk into the back towards the office. Bruce grabbed his coffee and followed John Dory to the office, even more confused. “Ok so yesterday I went back to Grandma's old pod and found some stuff that I'd think you guys would like but I don't know for sure so I want your Older Brother Opinion ™️. I don't know, maybe I'm just being sentimental.” John said, opening the office and showing Bruce the box of items. " Dang, you want my opinion on this? You're probably overthinking this. Aww, that's an adorable picture of Floyd and baby Branch. You trying to make Clay cry by giving him this book? I think Branch might have missed Crocko. Wait, when was this picture taken?” Bruce said as he looked through the box, setting his cup down on the table. " Oh grandma was taking pictures of us for some magazine company and you wouldn't stop making faces. I guess she had that one developed. I remember you being behind her making faces for Clay and Floyd.” JD said, looking down at the picture fondly with Bruce. “Oh now I remember. Yeah, I think this was a good idea but also you were just being sentimental. Find any other good things there?" Bruce asked as he placed the picture back in the box. John shook his head, placing the box on the floor. That's when Bruce noticed it, the cake. John was talking but Bruce didn't hear a word, too focused on the cake, not sure if it was what he thought it was. Finally John Dory realized Bruce wasn't paying attention, following his line of sight. “Yep, that's what you think it is. But you have to wait for the others to get here. It's a little thank you gift for forcing me to take the day off.” John said, stepping in front of Bruce, who was practically drooling. " Well we wouldn't have to force you if you'd just take days off once in a while.” Bruce sassed, finally snapping out of his trance. "I'm trying to be nice and say thank you, don't be an asshole about it.” JD teased.

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kimbappykidding · 2 years

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When Exo get jealous of their girlfriend’s friendship with one of their members

Xiumin - Jealous over how affectionate you and Sehun are

As you were the same age as Xiumin and older than all the other members you felt it was your duty to look after the maknaes and Sehun was the most helpless maknae to ever exist. Thanks to you and Suho he'd survived his youth but just barely and he still needed lots of care and attention. So caring for Sehun had basically become an instinct at this point...but Xiumin wasn't aware of that.

You were all eating a meal together for the first time in over a year and as Suho and Chen began distributing the food you and Lay helped with the cutlery. Xiumin was passing out drinks and went to give himself the apple-flavoured one when you took it from him. "Take the orange one, that's for Sehun". Xiumin frowned "why?". "Because Sehun only likes the apple flavour" you shrugged and Sehun nodded approvingly, a huge smile on his face when you passed it to him. Xiumin frowned "I thought the orange was his favourite". "Sure like two years ago" you laughed and Sehun rolled his eyes. "Unbelievable...and you call yourself our hyung" Baekhyun cried and everyone laughed.

Finally all the food was dished up and you began to eat. Sehun wanted some sauce but couldn't open the lid. He was sighing pitifully and Xiumin was about to help him when Sehun tapped your arm and held it out to you. You were chatting with Chanyeol and without Sehun even needing to say a word you took the jar opened it and passed it back. "Thank you Y/n!" Sehun called and you smiled at him fondly. You caught Xiumin watching you and frowned "you okay?" and he nodded.

After the meal everyone began drinking and Sehun quickly became sleepy after a few beers. Xiumin was enjoying himself and found Sehun's droopy eyes cute until Sehun laid his head against your shoulder. You laughed and patted his head fondly, moving so he could lean against you better. Sehun relaxed into you immediately and closed his eyes properly. You both looked very comfortable and he could only assume you did this a lot. You carried on chatting with the others and played with Sehun's hair casually. Xiumin began to feel left out and got a little pouty. When he hadn't spoken in a while you noticed and gently touched his arm "hey, you okay?". He nodded "yeah just Sehun looks really comfortable there". You smiled "are you jealous of our maknae?". "No! Well maybe a little...why is he getting so many cuddles?" Xiumin whispered and you laughed "okay". "Suho" you called "can you take Sehun to his room? I think he'll get neck ache here". Suho nodded "sure" and coaxed Sehun away to his room. Your arms free you turned to Xiumin who quickly wrapped his arms around you and rested his head in the crook of your neck. "That's better" he hummed and you laughed "shouldn't you be above jealousy at your age?". "When it comes to you, there’s no limit".

Suho - Jealous you like Lay more than him

You and Lay were both Chinese and so the second Suho introduced you there was an air of familiarity and you got along. At first Suho found it nice and reassuring and most of the time he still felt that...but sometimes it felt like he was the odd one out. Like when he'd say a word that sounded like something funny in mandarin and the two of you would be in fits of laughter. Or when your parents made it abundantly clear they preferred Lay to him. Or of course when you'd talk in your language and Suho would just sit there awkwardly.

He was glad you had a reminder of your home and someone to speak your native language with, so he hated himself for being so selfish and wanting you all to himself but he couldn't help it!

"Suho did you say Lay had work today?" you asked him one day as you were lounging on his bed together. He nodded "yep all day, why?". "Lay's just posted a photo from his home". Suho paused "maybe it's an old one". "Then why did he text me asking if I wanted to have a movie day?". Suho paused "I have no idea". "Really?" you asked and Suho soon broke under your gaze. "Fine, I lied! Lay doesn't have anything scheduled today". You were shocked "you lied...but you never lie". "I know. I hate myself and you should too" he pouted. "I don't hate you Suho and you shouldn't either, it was just one mistake but...why did you do it?". He sighed "I just wanted a day with you to myself. I know this is awful but when Lay's around I feel like we're fighting for your attention and I don't think I can compete with him". You paused "you can't compete with him? Suho, but you're my boyfriend!". "I know but Lay's not only from the same country but from the same city as you! That's huge and you have all this shared knowledge and inside jokes, I sometimes wonder if you regret meeting me first". Suho probably would've kept going if you didn't stop it. "Okay that's crazy!" you cried and Suho looked at you startled "it is?". "Yes! Suho I love Lay but he's like a brother to me. There way I feel about him and the way I feel about you couldn't be more different from one another. You're my partner and I know through thick or thin we'll be there for each other. I love the way we met and would never wish to be with anyone else. I'm so sorry you've been feeling this way". Suho shrugged "well I feel a little better now hearing how much you love me". You chuckled "then I guess I need to tell you that more and more from now on huh?" moving closer to him. Suho blushed "i'd certainly enjoy that..." and he followed your word and mode closer too. "You were now inches away from each other and you smiled "good, I think this will help too" and kissed him. Of course it did.

Lay - When he realises he's missed a lot of things but D.O. has been there for you

Lay knew he'd been gone a while and that hadn't been ideal but you'd gotten through it. You'd dated long distance and it'd been fine. You still loved each as much as before he left and he was so relieved at that. However after being back in Korea for a few days he noticed some changes.

You’d joined him for dinner with his members and it was really nice but he throughout the night he realised there were some things you hadn’t told him. "You didn't tell me you had trouble with your neighbours" he said once you got in the car. Suho had asked how you were coping and Lay had no idea what he even meant. "Well you were so busy and I didn’t want to waste our talking time complaining. Plus it wasn't that bad, we sorted it within a few days so it's fine". "We?" he asked and you nodded "when I told D.O. what has happening he came over and spoke to the men. I'm pretty sure he scared the living daylights out of them because they haven't bothered me since" you laughed. Lay laughed too but he felt bad you'd had to turn to his members for that support. He made a mental note to thank D.O. for doing that for you.

When you reached your house you and Lay settled in for the night and since it was your first night together in ages wanted to light some candles. The only problem is you’d moved in just 2 months ago and had no idea where you’d put them. You searched all the usual places but nothing. You sighed wondering where it could be before your face cleared "I know! I'll ring D.O.". "Why?" Lay asked laughing "did he scare them away too?". "No but he helped me move and he's so much better at organising he did a lot of the unpacking". The phone rang and after 2 rings D.O. picked up which was shocking in itself. "Hey, quick question. Do you remember where you put the candles when we unpacked?". Lay heard D.O. pause and then he asked if you'd tried the downstairs closet. You had a look and as if by magic they were there, right on the top of a box. "I've got them, thank you so much" you cried and D.O. told you it was fine. Lay didn't hear what he said next but you shook your head "i'm okay, Lay is here so I'll probably grab food with him...but thank you for the offer".

You then wrapped up the call and noticed Lay seemed quiet. "Got the candles!" you tried and he nodded but didn't smile. You lit the candles and paused as Lay seemed lost in thought. "You okay?" you asked and Lay nodded "what did D.O. say at the end?". "He told me that he and Chen were grabbing dinner and asked if I wanted to come". Lay nodded "do you hang out with D.O. a lot?". You shrugged "a bit yeah! He's been really kind to me and helped me with a lot of things since..." and you paused. "Since I've been gone?" he asked and you checked he wasn't angry before nodding "yeah...but not in a creepy way I promise". Lay nodded "that's fine. i get it and I'm glad he's been so kind to you. Now I'm back I can be there for you too". You smiled and leaned into his embrace "sounds perfect".

Baekhyun - Gets jealous when he hears all your members like Suho

Often whenever the boys were having arguments or contests they'd bring you in to decide who won. They all trusted your opinion and even though you were dating Baekhyun you were fairly impartial.

"Y/n who do you think the most gentlemanly out of us is?" Sehun asked. You smirked "well it's obvious right?". Baekhyun prepared to stand up and gloat when you carried on "Suho". "Suho!" he cried and all the others began to protest. "I've held the door open for you 3 times today y/n! How many time has Suho?" Kai asked while Chanyeol just frowned "he's not tall enough to be a gentleman he's like a gentleboy". You held your hands up at the chaos you'd caused. "I'm sorry but that's my answer and I think if you asked other girls they'd agree with me". "Yeah like who?" D.O. asked. "Well like my members" you laughed "they all love Suho!". "They do?" Suho asked and you nodded "yeah! Haven’t you noticed anytime you come over to the house they’re super nice to you and offer you food and stuff”. Suho paused “really?”. You smiled “want me to prove it?". The members all nodded so you called your leader. "Hey Ari are you with the girls? Great can you put me on speaker". The boys waited anxiously as you explained the situation "so who do you think is most gentlemanly?" you asked. "Suho" they all said at once and Baekhyun's jaw dropped. "He paid you to say that didn't he!" Chanyeol cried and your members all promised he hadn't. "He's just so kind and caring, he's like a movie prince" one of your members explained. "He's also really gentle but also steps up to be the leader which is the definition of a gentleman" your leader pointed out. You nodded along and when the guys were all finally convinced you hung up the phone. "Well that was horrifying" Baekhyun admitted and the members all laughed.

Everyone seemed to get over it quickly though except for Baekhyun. When the conversation changed he gently nudged you "do you really think Suho is the most like a gentleman". You nodded "I do" and he pouted "not me?". "You're not really a gentleman, you're different" you tried but Baekhyun gasped and turned away. "Wait no, I didn't mean that as a bad thing!" you cried but he didn't turn back. For the rest of the night Baekhyun blanked you and pouted anytime someone spoke to him. He was acting like a child and you decided you'd just leave him to it, knowing he'd come to you and sure enough he did. "Y/nnnnnn" he called "love me!". You smirked "I thought you hated me?". "Never" he replied “do you hate me?”. “Of course not” you said and hugged him “please don’t be upset over what we said about Suho. He’s a wonderful guy but he’s not my boyfriend and being the biggest gentleman in the world couldn’t change that”. “Really?” Baekhyun asked adorably vulnerable and you nodded “really”. “Okay” Baekhyun said happily “i’m okay with it” and he cuddled you for the rest of the evening to make up for his pouting time.

Chanyeol - When Xiumin is your childhood friend

Chanyeol first met you through your best friend Xiumin so he shouldn't have found it surprising the two of you were very close. You'd known each other since you were kids and had stood the test of time friendship-wise. You told each everything and Chanyeol was fine with Xiumin knowing all the details of your relationship...what he didn't realise was there would be lots of things Xiumin knew about you that he didn't.

You were all playing a friendship quiz to see who knew each other the best. Everyone had written down questions about themselves and whoever got the question right first won a point. Chanyeol was confident he’d win for your round but he didn't realize he'd have such strong competition.

"What's my favourite song?" you asked. Chanyeol immediately slammed his hand down "Blue Hour by TxT". He was so sure he was right but you sounded the buzzer "nope". He frowned and went to argue when Xiumin pressed his bell "Move by Taemin". "Correct!" you grinned and Chanyeol interrupted "wait, you've been playing song on repeat for months!". "Yeah but Taemin is my favourite artist and Move was the first album I ever bought" you replied. "Ow..." Chanyeol replied and Suho tapped him "don't worry you'll get the next one". "What food could I keep eating forever?" you asked. Chanyeol and Xiumin pressed their bells at the same time. Baekhyun gasped dramatically "it'll have to be sudden death, both of you write down your answers and then reveal them". The boys obeyed and you nodded "okay who wants to go first?". Feeling like he had something to prove Chanyeol volunteered "Katsu Curry". He could tell by your face it was wrong "but how?" he asked "you always have that on your birthday because it's your favourite meal!". You nodded "yeah but there's something else that has more sentimental value to me". Xiumin grinned "I got it right! Pears from your grandma's orchard!". You nodded and the two of you celebrated. "Wow Chanyeol do you even know your girlfriend?" Baekhyun laughed. D.O.'s eyes widened at that comment and Suho shot him a look. "Of course he does!" Sehun cried "give him another one y/n" trying to help but Chanyeol cringed. "Erm okay...what's my favourite book?". Chanyeol cursed inwardly, he didn't know this one either. "I don't know" he sighed "do you?" and he looked right at Xiumin who paused "is it Lord of the Rings?". You turned the card and there it was. Chanyeol sighed and left the room.

You discreetly followed and found Chanyeol sat on the porch with a frown. “Are you okay?” you asked tentatively “you know that was just a stupid game right?”. He nodded “I know but it still makes me jealous”. "But why? You know me and Xiumin are just friends". "See I do! I completely believe the two of you aren’t attracted to one another but that logic can’t cancel out the illogical part of me that's jealous that he knows more about you than I do" chanyeol pouted. You frowned "well how I see it, I've known Xiumin almost all my life whereas we’ve been together 7 months. Of course he’s going to know more trivia questions but the thing is most of those things are all based on the past when we were kids. There’s going to be so many experiences in the future that you'll be there for and we’re going to make many new memories together". Chanyeol did like the sound of that. He paused and then smiled "that’s a really nice way to think of it, he was there for your past but I'm gonna be there for your future". You smiled "of course you will be! Unless you get sick of me, of course" you joked. Chanyeol immediately pulled you into his lap and wrapped his long arms around you. "Never" he cried peppering you with kisses and you burst out laughing. Chanyeol loved your laugh and knew upon hearing how happy you were that he had nothing to worry about.

D.O. - When you go to Chanyeol for help first

D.O. woke up to hear Chen and Chanyeol’s voices downstairs which confused him. The two of you were chatting and Chanyeol seemed to be teasing you about something. Hey what’s going on?” he asked and you turned, smiling at his sleepy voice. “Nothing just I got stuck in the garage so Chanyeol came to get me out. He didn’t have his car so Chen gave him a lift”.

That woke D.O. up “what! Why didn’t you wake me?” he checked his phone but he had zero missed calls. "Why did you call Chanyeol?" D.O. asked confused. You paused "well you were napping and I know how upset you get when you're woken up...plus Chanyeol is really good at opening stuck doors". "He is?" Chen asked and Chanyeol laughed "this is not the first time y/n has gotten stuck". "Wait when else did you get stuck?" D.O. asked. You thought "not that many times, just twice at the company building and once in a restaurant". "And you called Chanyeol all three times?" D.O. asked.

Chen could tell D.O. was getting upset so he pretended he needed the bathroom and backed away. "Well yeah, the first time it was late and the only person I knew was around was Chanyeol, when we went to the restaurant you weren't there and the last time you were there but I knew you wouldn't have your phone on you". "It's really no big deal" Chanyeol told D.O. and he walked away.

Chanyeol and Chen thought it was best if they left and you agreed, thanking them again for their help. You gave D.O. some time to calm down and then approached him "please don't tell me you're upset". "I'm not upset...well I am but more because I wasn't there for you. You needed me and for whatever reason, I was asleep or don't check my phone, you couldn't come to me. So while I'm pleased Chanyeol is there to swoop in and help you I'm just a little annoyed it wasn't me and a bit jealous". "Jealous?" you asked and he nodded "I know it's silly but I want you to think of me when you need someone to help you, not Chanyeol". You paused "well I'd like that too but you can be hard to reach sometimes and I know how much you value your space and alone time". "Yeah but that doesn't apply to you it applies to...everyone else" D.O. explained blushing slightly. You smiled taking his arm so he couldn't turn away and hide his face. "So you don't mind me disturbing you or waking you up in the middle of the night". "No, if you need me then I'll be there" D.O. said "just please don't wake me up in the middle of the night for fun". You laughed "I wouldn't dream of it" but D.O. shrugged “although you’re pretty cute so I probably wouldn’t be that mad”. You chuckled “so I have you for protection and fun? How could I possibly need anyone else?”. D.O. blushed happily and held you closer, pretending like those weren’t the most beautiful words he’d ever heard.

Kai - How well your personality matches Baekhyun’s

Kai knew he had the physical aspects of the relationship down. You were both attracted to one another and very happy in that aspect but he never realised how much of a relationship doesn't involve sex until he saw you with Baekhyun.

While Kai and you got on well, you and Baekhyun clicked immediately. You'd stayed over at Kai's and in the morning told him you were going downstairs to get some water. Half an hour later you hadn't come back. Confused and slightly worried Kai followed you and heard you talking to someone. He pushed open the door to see you and Baekhyun sitting across from one another laughing and joking. You were talking about some tv show and didn't even notice Kai until the door squeaked. "Kai" you smiled while Baekhyun grinned "your girlfriend has exquisite taste in tv shows!". "So that's what's been keeping you" Kai said and you frowned "why what time is it..." before your eyes widened as you saw your home screen. "Woah we've been talking for so long at it felt like 5 minutes" Baekhyun cried. "I know! I love when you can have conversations like that with people". "Well some people are just the best" Baekhyun grinned and you laughed. Somehow Kai felt like the third wheel here. "Y/n, didn't you say you have to be home for 11? We'll have to leave soon if you're going to make it". You nodded "totally let's go, it was lovely to meet you Baekhyun!". "You too!" the boy replied "here pass me your phone, I'll put my number in because we have so much more to discuss". You tossed him your phone and Kai sighed "I'll be upstairs" and wandered away.

You must've followed him because you appeared not long after "you okay?". Kai nodded "of course I am" but you could tell he was being sarcastic. "What's wrong?" you asked "did I do something wrong with Bawkhyun?. "No it's just...you've just met him and you looked more excited at what he was saying than you have with any conversation we've had. I know the physical aspect is good but do I suck at the emotional part?". You shook your head "no not at all...we're just very different and that's a good thing. Opposites attract and while I do agree we're more skilled in the physical aspects of our relationship that's not inevitable. We can totally work on that and take an interest in each other more...if you want?". Kai nodded "I would like that" and you smiled "great...how about I blow this work thing off and we just go somewhere and spend time together?". Kai nodded "that sounds amazing" and he meant it.

Sehun - When he finds out Kai has seen you naked

Sehun loved having you all to himself and was quite clingy. So when he heard one of his members had walked on you changing in his room he was not happy about it.

"How did this happen?" he asked like something impossible had happened. Meanwhile you found it pretty funny. "Well I was changing and he walked in". "Who was it?" he asked. "Kai" you said and Sehun groaned "Kai! Kai?". You nodded "you're familiar with him right?". "I was so hoping it wasn’t him!" Sehun cried "like out of all the members he’s the one I'd least want...". "Why?" you asked genuinely curious. "Because he’s young and hot and tanned!". "Yeah but you know I was the naked one not him right?". "Don't remind me" he groaned "how naked were you?". "Well technically not at all because i was in my underwear". "Which underwear through?" Sehun asked gravely. "Erm my blue matching set". Sehun groaned again and you laughed "hey it's your fault! I wore it because I know you like it". "I do but you look so damn good in that y/n" and he hung his head in his hands.

You laughed at his panic and sat beside him "why are you so upset by this anyway?". Sehun sighed "because it's Kai. I know he can flirt better than me and he’s really good with girls. So the idea he’d like you makes me a mix between nervous and angry". "Jealous?” you offered and he nodded. You hugged him "Sehun there's nothing to be jealous of. Kai just walked in on me and ran out. There was nothing hot or tense about it. He doesn't like me...". "Nobody can see you in the blue piece and not fall in love" Sehun interjected fully serious and you struggled not to laugh. "Okay but even then I don’t like him". "You don’t?" Sehun asked and you smiled "no I'm kind of happy with you strangely enough". Sehun smiled "ow thank god" and hugged you back hastily. You laughed as he tugged you into his arms and settled against him. "I'm not going anywhere Sehun" you told him and nodded "you bet you're not" and he carried you back into bed where he swiftly wrapped all the covers and himself around you.

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Side note: I didn’t include Chen because he’s married and also just because he’s the member I know least and I wouldn’t really know what to write for him. So when I write for Exo of course Chen will be included but I won’t be writing for him.

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i-care-4u · 1 year

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POKÉMON GO | J.HARLOW

PAIR: JACK HARLOW X READER

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jack took a short break from music to spend some time with you. although he enjoyed making music and its lifestyle, he realizes that your advice was true: his mental health comes first.

one of jack’s favorite pastimes when he had a day off is hanging out outside at the backyard with you.

you were sitting on the patio, and observed jack, who was walking with his phone on his hand. you started to wonder, “what is he doing?”

you got out of the chair and followed behind jack. since you were shorter than jack, you had a bit of trouble looking at screen. you made small jumps, but that got jack to walk further.

you continued following jack, and you stood by his side. his expression was that of excitement, and he started cheering.

“yes!” jack cheered, scrunching his nose, which you found it cute. “i caught alakazam!”

jack showed you his phone screen - pokémon go.

you started laughing at him although you secretly admired his geeky hobbies. “pokémon go? i haven’t heard that game since 2016.”

jack smacked his lips. “come on, don’t lie to me y/n,” jack smirked, “you know how much i love pokémon, this app included.”

you glared at him, “the last time i saw you playing that app was in winter of 2016”

jack rolled his eyes at you, admitting that you were right, “shit, you’re right.”

all of a sudden, you were taken back to the summer of 2016, when jack started playing the game.

SUMMER ‘16

you and jack were seven months into the relationship, and things were on a good note. you two graduated back in june, and by then, it was already summer.

you remembered how you spent your august of that year with jack. the long evenings were spent outside, where you and jack would take walks to the city. after taking you out to dinner, he would pull out his phone and open the game.

“replacing movie nights with pokémon go now?”

jack smiled, “yep.”

you were aware of how popular the game was becoming, and it showed a nerdy side of jack that you’ve never seen prior. you were familiar with his dorky personality, but never the geek. you know, the one that enjoys playing nintendo games and watches game of thrones? yeah, he was actually one of them.

you two walked in the sidewalk of the city, seeing all the restaurants and shops that louisville had to offer. nearby, there was a park, and jack headed there as you followed him.

“apparently the pokémon is somewhere over here.” jack said to you as he was walking.

around this point, you and him were near a fountain. instead of looking at his phone for the pokémon, you tilt your head up, looking at the sparkling water of the fountain.

“be careful not to trip towards the fountain, jack.”

“i won’t,” jack assured, “i see lapras!”

he stood in front of the fountain and using his finger, jack swiped his phone to catch lapras. immediately after, he had a huge smile, celebrating himself. you smiled back at him, admiring at his interest of pokémon.

PRESENT DAY

you brought the 2016 nostalgia back to jack. “this brought me back to good memories when we went to the city to catch some pokémon.”

jack exhaled, “those were some good days.”

“what do you think of doing pokémon nights again?”

jack didn’t know if you were joking or not. he knew you were more of a mario girl. “and what happened to the y/n that only played mario kart?”

“mario kart can wait.”

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Could This Be Love (Yandere!Shane x F!Reader - Stardew Valley Smut; MDNI

Minors, I can't stop you from reading, but do NOT interact with this post!

Content/trigger warnings: Alcoholism, suicidal ideation, obsessive behavior, jealousy, gross stalkery behavior, voyeurism, creepy camera stuff, masturbating (m), oral sex (m receiving), P in V sex, a lot of dub con stuff, some emotional manipulation, there is an... um... non-sexualized piss scene(?), reader is a young adult but referred to as "kid" affectionately (not sexually), slight love triangle situation with Sebastian, unprotected ushy gushy, lemme know if I missed any.

Word count: 9392. She's a long one, fellas.

Also just a quick reminder that reading or writing or thinking about fucked up shit does not mean you endorse any of it. There's a very big difference between thinking about something from the safety of your own home and something terrible and uncontrollable actually happening. That said, if you start feeling uncomfortable reading this, there's no shame in stopping! And no shame in continuing, as long as you ARE comfortable. Enjoy, sluts. :)

From the moment Shane laid eyes on you, the two of you shared a rocky, complicated, fucked up relationship. It started on the First of Spring, your first full day in Pelican Town. You'd spent the morning and better part of the afternoon working on your new farm, showered, put on a tight-fitting tank top and shorts over leggings, and headed into the saloon.

Shane had been brooding in his usual corner with his drink when you walked in. Heads turned towards you immediately like some kind of shitty pick-me-girl movie. Of course Shane had been informed of the new farmer who would become his next door neighbor to the north of his Aunt Marnie's ranch where he stayed. It was all anyone was talking about. But no one had mentioned the fact that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Shane couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Something about the confident smirk on your face rubbed Shane the wrong way. What the hell were you so happy about, anyway? It was your first day in town, and you had waltzed into the bar like you owned the place. Shane discreetly watched as you went around the room introducing yourself to everyone, just marching up to strangers with the confidence of the attractive. It was annoying, was what it was.

He didn't like the look of your apparent optimism, however sexy you may have been. He didn't like your cocky smirk, like you knew something he didn't. Most of all, he was bitter because he was certain that a pretty young thing like you would want nothing to do with a drunken loser like him. He'd been kicked in the balls by life enough to smell a rejection before it happened anymore. Yep, definitely no chance in hell you'd be interested in him. If anything, you'd just be a pretty memory to stroke his cock to on lonely nights...

As you made your way over to him, Shane groaned into his drink. Before you could get a word in, he cut you off.

"So're you that new farmer everyone and their mother won't shut the hell up about?" he grumbled, forcing his eyes off of you to give off a blase vibe.

You blinked, a bit stunned by his rudeness, but you put on a pretty smile and soldiered on.

"Yep. That's me."

You gave him your name and he gave you barely a grunt in return.

"...What's your name, you ray of sunshine?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

He glared at you and drank from his mug, purposely taking his time about it before he finally answered you.

"Shane." And then he looked away and belched unapologetically.

You chuckled. "Try not to sound so excited."

Shane's glare darkened a bit, and he couldn't resist trying to knock you down a peg.

"Listen, kid. Nobody here gives a shit about you. This town has been dying for years, so the only reason anybody pretends to give a damn is because getting a new farmer in town is a hail Mary to try and save it." He looked at you sideways for a moment before adding, "...Do you know what a hail Mary is?"

Your nostrils flared a bit and for a moment, you gave him just the cutest little pout that had his cock twitching up, so he had to look away lest his body betray him further.

In an obnoxious voice, you retorted, "A hail Mary? What's that? I'm a woman! How many home runs does it take for the goalie to get to the 69-yard line?"

Shane bit his lip and blushed, embarrassed. He hid his shame behind a growl.

"Just fuck off, would you?"

You scoffed. "Gladly."

And you got up and left the saloon. As you walked off, Shane couldn't stop himself from admiring the sway of your hips in those tight shorts and leggings, a small, bitter smirk playing on his face.

The next time Shane saw you, he was hungover and trudging his way to his shitty retail job at Joja Mart. You had your back turned to him, facing the "help wanted" requests board. While sneaking another peek at your ass, he tried to clumsily slip by undetected so he could avoid talking to you. Unfortunately, he was too hungover to be doing any sneaking, and you heard him and turned around, putting your hands on your hips.

Damn. That's what he got for trying to have his cake and eat it, too.

You nodded at him. "You got any odd jobs for me, by chance, Shane?"

He gulped as he heard his name on your lips, but he quickly recovered.

"...As a matter of fact, I do. There's a rare bird around these parts, called a snipe. You bring me one, and I'll pay a pretty penny." He had to keep from laughing to himself.

"Oh, really?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Shane nodded convincingly, secretly enjoying the time he got to look at you. "Oh, yeah. Real colorful. Can't miss it."

"Hmm, I don't think I've ever seen one before, but I actually do have a different type of bird for you!" you said, deceptively chipper.

Shane couldn't hide his confusion. "You do?"

"Yeah!" you smiled. "Right here!"

And you flipped him your middle finger with a shit-eating grin on your face.

Damn it. He walked right into that one.

Shane found himself cracking a small grin despite himself. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Alright, I'll give you that one," he allowed.

You snickered at him. "Come on, man, a snipe hunt? That's the oldest trick in the book, you geriatric."

Shane tried to scowl, but found that his amusement was evident on his face. "You got a sharp tongue on you, that's for sure."

He didn't mind imagining what else that tongue of yours could do, and he shivered at the thought.

You chuckled and shrugged. "It's gotten me both into and out of bad situations."

Shane shook his head and rubbed at his neck, squinting in the bright sun. "I gotta get to my shift. Later, brat."

You grinned and waved cutely at him. "Toodles."

And for the next few weeks, that was largely how your relationship with Shane went. Sometimes he'd be cold and prickly, but sometimes you could get a laugh out of him. He always admired the way you'd stick up for yourself when he acted like an asshole. He was actually astonished that you were so patient with him, despite not taking shit from anyone. Against his will, he found himself warming up to you quickly.

On the Twentieth of Spring, you were walking through the town square and happened to check the calendar. You saw that it was Shane's birthday that day, so you made sure to visit him at the saloon that evening.

That night, Shane took immediate notice when you walked in the bar, just like every time. He watched quietly in his usual corner as you ordered two beers. When you made a beeline for him and held one mug out to him, he was a bit taken aback. He had known better than to get his hopes up that you might do something nice for his birthday, but this was a pleasant surprise. It had to be too good to be true, right?

Shane looked up at you briefly and shook his head. "I don't wanna owe you anything."

You rolled your eyes and pushed the beer into his hand. "Shut up. It's your birthday. It's a free beer. Get over yourself and take it."

He was a little embarrassed to find himself blushing just a bit. "Thanks," he muttered.

You sat down next to him and gave him a small smile. "So, how's the birthday boy?"

"Not amazing," he sighed. "...But better now that you're here."

He smiled a bit, genuinely grateful for your company. Then he sighed and looked wistfully into the distance.

"Buh, life," he began. "I'm another year older, and not an inch closer to being happy. ...You ever feel like you're stuck in a hole, and no matter what you do, you just can't climb out of it? That's how I feel."

You paused, unsure of how to respond. Maybe he was just drunk, but it was a little unlike him to be this genuine around you.

"...Cheers, I'll drink to that, bro," was all you could come up with, and you immediately drained your tall glass.

He snorted.

"As will I," he sighed. "I mean, what the fuck else is there to do about it?"

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, you smirked and leaned in close to him, whispering, "Maybe instead of sending people on snipe hunts, you should go hunting for some snatch. Assuming you swing that way."

Shane had been trying to swallow a swig of his beer, but as you said that, he choked a bit. You laughed and thumped him on the back as he coughed. He gave you a cautious glare, but his flushed cheeks gave him away. He silently hoped you'd assume the blush was from drinking so much.

"Relax, Shaney. I'm just fucking with you," you chuckled.

Of fucking course you were, he thought. He should've known better than to mistake that for flirting, even for a split second. He grunted bitterly into his mug and downed the rest of his beer. The gorgeous new gal flirting with him? Entirely too good to be true.

"Little shit," he grumbled at you with a small smile.

You flashed him a winning grin and his cheeks heated up a little more. He had to look away as he felt a tingle in his pants.

He cleared his throat softly, then said, "Welp, my liver's begging me to stop. I better head home."

Shane slowly stood up from his barstool, trying to act normally, but he was clearly a bit wobbly on his feet. You frowned a bit with genuine concern.

After a deep breath, you stood up as well and put an arm around his shoulders. He looked at you in confusion as his head spun. Were you leaning in for...?

"I'm walking you home," you insisted.

Shane tried to roll his eyes, but it made him so dizzy he stumbled.

"You don't have to do that... seriously, get lost..." he protested.

But you weren't hearing any of it, and deep down, he was grateful. At least this way, he'd get some extra time to look at you up close. You gently guided him towards the exit. As you led him back towards Marnie's ranch, he bit his lip, and faked a stumble. You looked over at him with worry.

"You alright there?"

"I'm fine, jus' need to..." he mumbled as he dared to slip his arm around your waist.

Hopefully you didn't suspect a thing. If you did, you didn't say anything. As he leaned slightly into you, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of your scent. Damn it, but he was a glutton for punishment.

When you arrived with him at the ranch, Shane fumbled with his keys for a moment before unlocking the door. Before he could head inside, you smiled at him.

"G'night, jackass," you said with a warm smile.

He couldn't help but return it.

"G'night, little shit."

The following day, Shane found that he didn't remember much of his birthday, but he did remember that you were there, and the way you made him feel. His heart fluttered just at the memory of the feeling. He was still positive that you were too good for him, but... he'd be a fool not to explore some more of this feeling.

He cursed quietly and looked down at the tent in his shorts. He'd woken up with the most intense morning wood he'd had in years. It was a strange combination of headache, hangover, and horny. Horny. Yoba, he hadn't felt this horny since he was a teenager.

His cock was aching with need, begging for attention. He sighed quietly as his eyes flicked to the door, making sure it was locked. Then he slowly allowed his hand to slip into his shorts and squeeze gently at his pulsing shaft. His thoughts could only focus on you, and the intense lust he was feeling. He thought about you, your smug, cheerful face, those cute little outfits you'd wear. He mentally undressed you, getting even harder imagining what you might look like naked.

Fuck, when was the last time he jerked off to his pure imagination? He sighed quietly, sliding his shorts and boxers down just enough for his erection to spring free. He spat into his hand and started rubbing himself gently.

For a brief moment, Shane wondered if this was wrong. Getting off to the new girl just because she seemed to care about him and act interested in him? Or, more accurately, just because she showed him some basic human decency? Pathetic... He blinked rapidly a few times, dismissing the thought. His heart was thumping in his chest as he picked up the pace of his stroking.

He felt... different than usual. In a good way, surprisingly. How to describe this feeling, though...? Curious? Excited? Alive, was what he settled on.

He panted softly, trying to keep quiet as his arousal intensified. His movements were urgent now, as he was approaching his climax already. Fantasies of you kept racing through his head, each one dirtier than the last. You sitting on his lap at the bar, you lifting your skirt a little just to flash him, you not wearing any underwear because you were ready for him and wanted him, him dragging you into the back room of the saloon, him forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock into your pretty mouth, your plump lips wrapped so deliciously around him, you looking up at him obediently, ready to serve...

Shane frantically reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a tissue, not caring that he accidentally knocked over a few empty beer cans in the process. He bit down hard on his lower lip, whimpered in ecstasy and despair, and shot his load into the tissue.

Slowly continuing to stroke himself as he caught his breath, Shane's climax died down rather quickly. His glowing feeling was replaced with his usual bitterness. There wasn't a chance in hell that any of his fantasies about you would come true.

But still, he was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt, rubbing one out to the thought of you. He truthfully couldn't remember the last time it felt like he had anything to look forward to, or fantasize about. As he disposed of the tissue, he figured that he might as well chase this feeling. It couldn't be wrong if it felt so right. It couldn't hurt to indulge in more of you, right? You wouldn't even have to know about it.

...Unfortunately, he apparently wasn't as subtle as he thought he was, because as you were walking through the town square later that day, you noticed he was filming with the bulky video camera he had gotten to film his admission for the Joja commercial contest.

"Oh, sorry, am I in the frame?" you asked after offering an awkward wave, wondering what he was doing.

Shane cursed his luck, but he smoothly fed you the lie he had rehearsed.

"Oh, hey. Don't worry about it. I'm getting into amateur filmmaking as a hobby. I'm making a mockumentary of Pelican Town, so I was just shooting some candid scenes. Don't mind me, just pretend I'm not here."

You smiled at him and responded, "Nice. I'm glad you found something to do other than drinking away your money."

Shane scowled briefly, but he supposed there was some truth to your words. Since he had become more fascinated with you and started capturing videos, he hadn't felt the urge to drink all day. Funny just how good for his health you were.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks."

"Alright, I've got shit to do, so I'll just pretend you're not here, like you said," you said with a small smile.

"Okay. I'll... see you later, I guess?" he suggested hopefully.

You snorted. "Obviously. We're neighbors."

"Right... of course. Duh."

And with that, you went about your day, doing your farm chores and running errands in town. Thankfully, you had bought his excuse, but Shane was extra careful about his new pastime from then on. He ended up spending the whole rest of the day following and filming you. He was so glad it was the weekend so he didn't have to work.

Shane cursed under his breath as he followed you at a distance up the mountain and to the mine. There was no way he could follow you inside without getting caught. Waiting impatiently for your return, he pretended to take some nature footage of the lake nearby.

By the time you finally reemerged from the portal of the mine, it was ungodly late. Even in the dark, Shane could tell you had gotten into a few scrapes with monsters in the mine. He huffed quietly and discreetly trailed you on your way home. He hid behind a tree as you entered your cottage.

As you turned the lights on, Shane's eyes widened. You just left your curtains open at night? He chuckled softly to himself. How innocent and naive you were.

Before he could register what was happening, you were suddenly stripping your muddy, sooty clothes off, and right in front of the uncovered window, too. His breath caught in his throat. He held the camcorder with shaky hands and zoomed in on your naked body. He could feel the blood in his body quickly rushing to his crotch at the scene before him.

But sadly, you walked away from the window, into what Shane assumed was your bathroom to take a shower. And just like that, the moment was over.

He turned the camera off and caught his breath.

"Fuck me," he cursed almost silently, running a hand through his hair and quickly sneaking back home.

When he got back to the privacy of his bedroom back at the ranch, he eagerly reviewed all of the footage he had collected of you throughout the entire day. He was watching all of it, too, slowly working up to the nude footage that he was blessed with at the very end of the day.

Holy shit, his perverted cock sprung to life just looking at footage of you doing mundane chores and errands. He chuckled breathlessly at his lucky shot of you dropping a package of cookies through the window at Pierre's. You'd bent over with your ass on display right in front of the window. Surely you knew people could be watching, right?

"Clumsy idiot," Shane murmured to himself with an adoring smile as he watched the footage and tugged at his cock underneath his pants.

He chewed thoughtfully at his lower lip with his attention split between the videos he took of you and the pleasantly selfish way he played with himself. He smirked slightly at how disgusting he was being, getting off to video footage of you that you didn't have a clue he had. Disgusting in a good way, though. As always, the shame would come later on.

Starting to break a sweat already, he groaned very softly. Shit, he might not even last long enough to get to the nude portion of his filmed peep show, after all. He could feel himself getting close already. His tongue stuck slightly out of his lips as he focused intently on his film of you fishing.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He set the camera down on his bed quickly and came with a grunt he attempted to keep himself muffled. He managed to catch his cum shot in his hand, and then wipe it on a tissue after a moment.

Shane waited for the inevitable guilt to follow, but to his surprise, he found that it was far more muted than he'd expected it to be. Sure, it was still there, but more than anything, he felt grateful that he now had something - you - in his life that consistently and effectively made him feel really good really quickly. He smiled a bit, chasing off his feelings of self-hatred by replacing them with images of you in his mind.

Unfortunately, when Shane woke up the next day, it was Monday. Meaning that he had to go into work, instead of engage in his new "hobby" of watching and filming you throughout the day, at least not until he got off work in the evening. He gritted his teeth and got dressed for work, hoping he'd at least get to pass by you on his way to work. He didn't, though, curse his luck. You must have been busy with chores on the farm.

The only thing that got him through the monotonous torture of his long shift at Joja Mart was the thought of hopefully getting to see you at the saloon. He had to cling to that little bit of excitement to stop himself from bashing his boss's face in when he was reprimanded for moving too slowly and "spacing out."

At last, he was able to clock out and change back into his street clothes. As he started making his way over to the saloon, he sniffed the air and smelled someone smoking weed. He rolled his eyes. Probably downwind of that weirdo, Sebastian, he thought to himself.

He was just about to move on when he heard your voice. That got his attention, and he followed it, only to see you lounging underneath a tree, sharing a joint with Sebastian.

Oh HELL no.

Shane's eyes narrowed as he marched right up to you and Seb. You were too entranced by your laughter to notice him standing over you until he cleared his throat. Then you looked up at him and smiled, exhaling a bit of smoke still.

"Oh, heyyy, Shaney!" You greeted him, your voice slightly raspy from smoking the joint.

No time for him to acknowledge the cutesy nickname you gave him; his blood was boiling.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled.

"Fuckin'... white water rafting?" you giggled, being cute and sarcastic with him, even though he clearly wasn't in the mood for it.

Which made it all the more funny to you.

You followed up as he frowned more, "What does it look like I'm doing, old man?"

Shane's nostrils flared as he snatched the joint from between your fingers. Now you were both frowning.

"Hey, what was that for?" you pouted as you stood up. "I'm an adult, and I can make my own choices!"

"You sure as hell don't act like it," he growled.

Sebastian stood up, too, glowering at Shane, but unsure of how to intervene, or if he even should.

You folded your arms and protested at Shane, "I've had drinks with you, but you have a problem with me sharing a joint with Sebastian?"

Shane scowled and put his arm around your shoulders to whisper to you. "Listen, kid. You remind me of myself when I was your age. I just don't wanna see you making bad mistakes with bad people."

He shot a glare at Sebastian, who was nowhere near out of earshot, by the way. Sebastian just scoffed and rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking angsty as he kicked at the dirt.

You sighed. "Look, Shane, I appreciate you looking out for me, and all, but you don't have to be so protective over me."

Shane's face softened for a moment and he nodded slowly. Then he removed his arm from your shoulders, realizing with a slight blush that he'd been making physical contact with you for a little too long. Of course, he still knew he was ultimately barreling towards a rejection, but this definitely wasn't the time or place. Shane backed off, feeling like a bit of an asshole.

Glancing at Sebastian and raising his guard back up a bit, Shane scoffed, "Whatever. Just be careful."

And he turned around and headed to the saloon to hopefully quickly forget what had just happened and replace the bitter taste of jealousy lingering in his mouth with a different bitter taste. He hoped that his warning to you had sunk in.

But sadly, as seemed to be his usual luck these days, he found out during the Flower Dance festival just two days later that apparently, his message didn't get across to you.

Shane was honestly kind of hoping you wouldn't show up to the event. Unlike most mornings, today he had spent some time nervously fussing with his hair and trying to smooth out the wrinkles from his blue suit. He wasn't ready to bite the bullet and ask you to dance, that was for damn sure. Obviously, he didn't want you dancing with anyone else, either, but if you did... he wanted to know about it.

So he enjoyed the free refreshments and anxiously watched for you to make your appearance. You had shown up a bit late, but when you met his eyes across the field, you offered a slight smile and a nod to show that there were no hard feelings from before. He managed a small smile back.

As you made your rounds greeting everyone, Shane tried to remain inconspicuous as he kept a close eye on you. His grip on his drink tightened when he saw Sebastian approach you. He could just barely hear the words exchanged between you two from where he was standing.

Sebastian just asked you to dance. That slimy fucker.

You said yes. Shane's fists clenched. You bitch!

The dance was just about to start, and Shane was double fisting beers at this point. Emily approached him and asked if he'd like to dance with her as friends, but Shane gave her a stormy glare.

"Fuck off, and go dance with your own aura or whatever," he snarled at her.

Emily looked substantially more disappointed than angry as she left him alone.

Even after the dance, Shane kept his intense gaze on you from a distance. He couldn't believe that you had the gall to not only dance with Sebastian, but to talk with him for hours after the dance. And after he had specifically told you to stay away from him, too!

And still, after you went back to your farm and darkness fell, his anger wasn't subsiding. Only now he was drunk off his ass, as well, with his inhibitions lowered. Still with a can of beer in his hand, Shane found himself wandering onto your property, grumbling to himself.

Without realizing when he'd even made the decision, he was fishing his cock out of his pants, drunkenly pissing over your crops.

"Stupid... bitch..." he muttered.

"Nice stream. Eight out of ten."

It was your voice behind him. When the hell did you get out here?

"Fuck...!" he stumbled as you startled him, spraying a wider surface area of your livelihood.

Shane quickly finished up and fumbled his cock back into his pants. He slowly turned around, trying not to tip over, and was met with you with a scowl on your face.

"Explain yourself," you coolly demanded.

"Shut... fuck off..." he growled as he dropped his empty beer can on the ground.

You frowned deeper. "Pick that up."

"Pick this up," he grunted, grabbing his crotch.

"Alright, that's it, mister..."

You grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him towards your house. He allowed it to happen and tried not to trip over his own feet. Once inside your farmhouse, he looked at you with a dazed confusion. You pulled him into your living room and sat him down on the couch, leaving the room for a moment and returning quickly with a tall glass of water.

"Drink," you commanded, shoving the glass into his hand.

He took a small sip, then made a face. "...This isn't vodka..."

"It sure isn't!" you chirped with an obnoxious smile. "You drink that whole thing, then we'll talk."

Shane scoffed quietly, looking at you over the tall glass of water. He was able to down the whole thing within a few minutes. When he was done, you took the glass from him and set it on your coffee table. You shifted next to him on the couch to face him more directly, trying to keep calm.

"Talk."

Shane let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes, then said, "I ju-just... felt like you were ignoring m..." he paused to burp. "...my advice. 'Bout Sebastian. Was only trying to keep you safe..."

You slowly raised an eyebrow at his lame excuse, thinking for a moment, before you said, "Shane, you want to know why I danced with Sebastian and not... anyone else?"

He met your eyes with a guilty stare. Fuck, nothing was getting past you, was it? He hated himself, but damn it, he had to know. He nodded slowly.

"Because Sebastian actually grew a pair and asked me. Asked me before I had the chance to ask you."

Shane grunted softly at the implication that Sebastian was tougher than him. And then the second part of what you said hit him, and his eyes went wide.

"...You were going to ask me?" he questioned, to which you nodded.

Then he had a suspicious scowl on his face. "Are... are you fucking with me? 'Cause it's not funny..."

You frowned, looking a little bit sad. "Is it really that hard for you to believe?"

Shane almost laughed a little. "Did you forget I just took a leak in your fields?"

You snorted a bit. "How could I forget? Your fly's still down, jackass."

He blushed and clumsily zipped his pants up. "...I'm sorry..."

You sighed and put an arm around his shoulder. "Listen, dude... whatever it is you're going through, it's gotta be more than just you being jealous. I mean, I'm pretty sure you were a drunkard before I rolled into town. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and you can talk to me, okay? You're my friend, you know."

Shane smiled a little, genuinely touched. "You actually wanna be friends with an asshole like me?"

You chuckled softly. "Don't give me a chance to second guess that decision."

"Well... thanks, then."

An awkward silence fell over the two of you for a moment.

Shane cleared his throat softly. "I should... probably get back home... I'll repay you for the, uh, damages, promise..."

As he stood up from your couch slowly, you rose with him and steadied him on his feet. "I'll take you back."

He thanked you quietly as you helped him out the door and back to the ranch. Before opening the front door of his aunt's ranch, he hesitated. He caught your eyes, and you both lingered there for a moment. He leaned in...

But you'd turned your head to the side, so his lips met your cheek. Shane pulled back slowly, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes.

But you gave him a gentle smirk. "Call me when you're sober."

"Hah..." he breathed softly, unable to help the small upward curl of his lips.

"Goodnight, Shane," you said as you gave him a small hug, and then made your way back to your house.

Predictably, Shane ended up not remembering much of that night the day after, but his feelings for you did stick in his head. In fact, if anything, they intensified. Over the next few days, things between you and Shane were better than ever. He was a lot less guarded, and much kinder.

That is, until one fateful rainy evening. Shane was on his way home from work, and he saw it from far away, but it was unmistakable. You, in the middle of the town square, with your lips locked with Sebastian. After freezing up for a moment, Shane couldn't watch anymore, and he hurried off.

Maybe thirty minutes later, you were on your way back to the farm when you saw a figure laying belly down in the mud, dangerously close to the southern cliffs. Upon closer inspection, you recognized the familiar blue hoodie, and saw that he was surrounded by empty beer cans. You sprinted over to him and knelt beside him.

"Shane!" you yelled out.

"Buh... you..." he managed to croak, without opening his eyes.

Despite his grumbling, you rolled him onto his side.

"My life is so fucked up... I don't have anything good in my life, a-anything worth sticking around for... I'm just a piece of soiled garbage, fluttering through the wind... too small and s-stupid to take any control over my life," he slurred. "Been coming here often... Looking down... it'd be a way to take control. ...But I'm too fucking scared..."

You put a hand on his shoulder solemnly as he sobbed a bit.

"J-just... give me one reason I shouldn't... shouldn't just roll right off this cliff..." he groaned.

"Well... the decision is within your control, but I'm here for you... And you'd be missed. Marnie and Jas would miss you. Hell, I would miss you..."

After a moment of silence, Shane responded, "...Thanks. I appreciate that. ...I think you should take me to the hospital now, farmer..."

You picked him up and hauled ass over to the clinic to have Doctor Harvey treat him. You insisted on staying with him until he woke up. When he came to, he was in a hospital bed, and he saw you uncomfortably sleeping in a chair beside him. He groaned softly, realizing more or less what had happened. He sat up slowly and gave your hand a squeeze. You jolted awake and looked over at him.

"You didn't have to stay..." he said.

You finally let out a breath and your shoulders relaxed. "Fuck, I'm just glad you're still here..."

"Shit... it was that serious, huh?"

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna get help," he reassured you.

Harvey knocked on the door and came in. He gently asked you to step out for a moment so he could talk to Shane confidentially. You left the room and fidgeted until you were invited back inside and caught up to speed.

Scratching at the back of his head in embarrassment, Shane filled you in. "Doc recommended I stay in inpatient for a week or so, make sure I'm safe."

You looked concerned, looking at Shane, and then at Harvey. "That sounds... really restrictive... I'm honestly worried he'd be worse off with that kind of loss of autonomy... Could he maybe stay with me for a week instead?" you suggested.

Shane's eyes widened. Yoba, he hoped that would be an option.

Harvey considered it for a moment, then said, "Well... it's not my recommendation, but if you can keep an eye on him, I suppose that's an option."

You looked at Shane and raised your eyebrows. He looked totally stunned.

"Uh... y-yeah... if that's okay with you, I'd prefer to... stay with you."

You smile a little. "If it wasn't okay with me, I wouldn't have just offered, dummy. We'll stop by your place so you can pack some stuff for your little vacation at my place. I'm ready whenever you are."

Shane nodded stupidly. "U-uh, yeah. Sure."

Was this really happening? Harvey handed him the discharge papers, and you and Shane left the clinic. Shane squinted at the bright sun, a bit distracted. That is, until you linked your arm with his. He looked over at you.

You shrugged and said, "Just keeping you safe."

He chuckled softly. "I guess I'll allow it."

As you walked with him through town, you looked over at him, deciding to let him know about what had happened with Sebastian yesterday. "Uh, Shane?"

"Yeah?" he paused and looked over at you.

"...Sebastian kissed me, yesterday..."

Oh, right, that.

His jaw clenched, but before he could say anything, you continued, "I don't want to be with him, though. I think he got the wrong idea when I agreed to dance with him at the festival. ...I just thought you should know."

You didn't want to be with Sebastian? Sweet fuck, that was music to his ears!

After the initial shock wore off, he couldn't stop himself from teasing you, if only to distract you from his own blush. "See? I warned you about him."

You scoffed with a smile. "Yeah, I guess you did."

He smiled wide and pulled you a little closer as you continued your walk.

Making a quick stop at the ranch to gather his belongings, Marnie stopped the both of you in the doorway.

"Shane! I was worried sick about you! You didn't come home last night!" Marnie exclaimed.

Shane looked down at his feet. "Uh... everything's fine. But I'm going to be staying at the farmer girl's place for a week. Just need some space to clear my head."

Marnie glanced back and forth between you and her nephew. His explanation obviously raised more questions than answers, but she bit her tongue, figuring it was none of her business anyway.

Shane brushed past her and went to his room to pack a suitcase with clothes and toiletries. He could barely be bothered to fold his clothes, lazily crumpling them up in an almost intentional way before stuffing them into his bag. Looking up for a moment, he paused as his eyes fell on the camcorder sitting on his dresser.

Hesitating for just a moment, he quickly checked to make sure you weren't looking before he hid the camera underneath his clothes in his suitcase. It was a massive risk, sure, but he'd be stupid to pass up such an opportunity.

Shane met you at the door, suitcase in hand. "I'm ready," he said quietly.

The walk back to your farm was too silent and somber for your liking. You wanted to try and stay positive, and hopefully it would have at least a small impact on his mood. He needed someone there for him, right?

"So, I know the circumstances of your visit aren't ideal," you ventured, "but I think we'll have some fun together." And you gave him an encouraging smile.

We'll have some fun together? Fuck me, I hope so...

"Er... yeah. I'm sure we'll find something to do to pass the time," he replied.

When you and Shane entered your house, you gave him the grand tour. The first thing he took note of after stepping through the threshold was that your home had a distinctly pleasant smell. A combination of you, cedar, and... something sweet, perhaps? Shane looked all around as you showed him each room. Looking at your decor and aesthetics satisfied his growing urge to know more about you.

Once you concluded the tour, you turned back to face him and said, "I bet you're super hungry. I can make us something to eat. How does pizza sound?"

Shane chuckled a bit. "I would kill for some pizza with you right now."

You grinned. "Awesome. I'll get started on that."

As you started shuffling around your kitchen to get ingredients and food prep materials ready, Shane lingered awkwardly in the background. It was cute, how you seemed to know what you were doing in the kitchen. Domestic, even. Imagine her, my perfect wifey, in an apron... nothing but an apron... us sharing a house...

Shane had to shake his head a bit to chase the thought away. Sure, against all odds, it seemed like you were into him, but he couldn't get that far ahead of himself. It would only be a recipe for disaster and heartbreak.

After clearing his throat softly, Shane said, "Do you want me to help out with anything around the house...?"

You looked up from what you were doing and smiled over at him. "Nah, you just sit there and look pretty. I want you to enjoy your stay with me."

Smiling and looking away, Shane deflected your compliment. "Me and 'pretty' don't go together, sweetheart."

You grabbed a flyswatter and gently bapped him on the arm.

He laughed out loud. "What was that for?"

"For being mean to yourself. I hit you with a flyswatter 'cause that shit won't fly in my house," you said with a grin.

Shane laughed more and rolled his eyes. "You're so corny. How adorable."

You chuckled a bit.

"Seriously, though. Go make yourself comfortable. Turn on a gridball game, or something. I'll be there in a minute with our pizza," you told him.

He smiled, his heart full of love. ...Holy shit, could this really be love? The thought of that was both intimidating and exhilarating.

Shane took his seat on the couch and turned the TV on the sports channel. But truly, his eyes were only on you. He watched as you took the pizza out of the oven. He smiled to himself as he saw you doing a little dance out of the corner of his eye while you waited for the pizza to cool off a bit. Fuck, you were so cute.

Pretty soon, you joined him on the couch with two plates in hand, each plate with a couple of slices of pizza on it.

"Take your pick," you said, offering both plates to him.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little. He looked at you as he took one plate at random.

"You're being too accommodating," he chastised you with a grin.

"Yeah, well, I care about you," you shot back with a snarky but authentic smile.

"I could get used to that," he murmured.

The two of you ate your pizza brunch and watched the gridball game together. When you were both finished with your meal, you took the dishes to the sink and cleaned up. Shane followed you with his hands in his pockets.

"I wanna help out around the farm," he finally said. "It'll be good for me to do something productive. Especially if I get to do it with you."

You shrugged, then nodded. "Sure, I won't say no to that. Plus, you'll get to see some of the chicks from your ranch all grown up."

As the day went on, Shane found himself growing more and more attached to you. He especially loved how gentle you were with your animals. By sundown, the both of you were tired and ready to head inside. You both showered - one at a time, sadly - had snacks for dinner, and were now on the couch, watching a movie together.

While your eyes were focused on the TV, Shane couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were sitting so close to him, almost thigh to thigh. If ever there were a better time to make a move, he certainly couldn't think of it.

He slowly stretched his arms up, and when he went to put them down, he slowly settled the one closest to you around your shoulder. Smooth. You glanced at him briefly, then curiously leaned into his touch, looking back at the movie. Okay, fuck. What now?

He looked over at you, and he smirked slightly. Deciding to act on his first impulse, he started tickling your ribs. You instantly started squirming as you erupted into breathless laughter.

"Cut it out, asshat!" you giggled.

Shane just chuckled and intensified his tickling. You laughed harder and tried to stop his hands, but he was relentless. As you wriggled around, you ended up falling onto your back against the couch cushions. Shane's body was quick to follow on top of yours. He posted his arm to the side of your head, gently trapping you under his weight. He looked down at you with a small smirk and half lidded eyes.

You stiffened up a bit. "...Shane?"

"Mhm?" he hummed softly in response.

"Shane... I don't think we should--"

Wait, what? His face fell in a bit of confusion. You had been flirting with him before, right?

"Why not?" he whispered.

"I just... I like you and all, but I don't want anything getting in the way of your treatment..."

Had you seriously invited him to stay over at your house for a whole week, only to blue ball him?

Shane shook his head, protesting. "Why would it get in the way?"

You tried to let him down gently. "Well, if things... end poorly, or get awkward between us, I don't want you to be worse off..."

Shane's expression darkened. "The hell do you mean?"

Your eyes widened a bit at his change in demeanor. "I just think you should focus on getting better before getting romantically involved with anyone. The last thing you need is for your mental health to decline from losing a friend or potential lover..."

His frown deepened as he leaned a little more of his weight on you, a silent threat to keep you trapped underneath him. "Yeah? Well, I think I'd be much worse off if we didn't even try it at all, don't you?"

Your jaw fell open. "You'd better not be implying..." your voice trailed off.

He could sense you were getting angry, so he took a deep breath, and went with a softer approach. "Please. We both want this. And I just need something to help forget the pain, even if it's only one night..."

You exhaled sharply, the gears turning in your head. He watched your face intently for any sign of a change in heart. Finally, your face relaxed a little, and you relented.

"...Alright. Fine. But no promises on this leading to anything more."

Shane grinned and looked at you with adoration. "Of course. No guarantees."

Little did you know, he'd already decided you'd be his, and now there was no going back.

He gazed down at you, his heart racing as he admired the view of you under him. How long had he been fantasizing about this exact moment? He leaned down slowly, as if trying not to scare you away.

When your lips finally connected, it was like sparks ignited in his chest. He couldn't help but let out a quiet, shuddering breath against you as he gently teased your lips with his. You closed your eyes and brushed your lips back against his in reciprocity. He groaned and smiled a little when he felt you kissing him back.

Truthfully, he'd already been at half mast since he was tickling you. But just a gentle kiss with you was enough to have an impressive erection straining hard against his shorts. He gently rocked his hips forward, making sure you could feel it, making sure you knew what you did to him.

Your eyes opened a little and you let out a squeak. Shane chuckled and nipped at your lower lip, making you let out a soft moan. Fuck, what he wouldn't do to hear you some more...

You reached up and gently cupped his face, sitting up slowly. He took his weight off of you to allow you to sit up, but he couldn't bring himself to disconnect his lips. He needed you like he needed air.

You pulled away and stood up from the couch, gently holding his hand and pulling him up with you. "Let's take this to my bedroom."

"Fuck yeah," he panted.

You led him to the bedroom and shut the door behind both of you, and then he was immediately on you again. He held the back of your head with one hand and your hip with the other, resuming the kiss that was broken earlier. You whined a little and tangled your fingers in his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

He was quick to respond with equal force. As your tongues dueled, he started tugging at your top.

"Off," he commanded simply.

You pulled away just long enough to slide your shirt over your head and drop it carelessly to the floor. Shane took a moment to marvel at your tits, before he realized how desperately he needed to see more. He went back in for another passionate kiss, but as he kissed you, he unhooked your bra in the back. You felt him doing it and grinned a little.

Once again, he pulled back to stare, this time at your bare chest. Holy fuck, it was even sexier up close. You chuckled a little bit at how excited he was. He wasted no more time, cupping one breast in each of his hands.

"Fuck, they're perfect..." he whispered.

You smirked and gave him a playful swat on his ass. His eyes widened a bit, and he spanked you a little bit harder. Taking it as a challenge, you spanked him even harder.

"Ah! That wasn't nice," he playfully growled before giving you a hard smack on your ass.

You squealed a little in surprise, but still with a smile on your face. "Okay, okay! I'll behave!"

"Good girl," he murmured and rubbed soothing circles on your ass cheek where it still stung.

Focusing his attention back on your breasts, he leaned you back a little to give his mouth easier access to your chest. He swirled his tongue over one of your nipples, looking at your face for your reaction. Your little whimper in response made him grin wolfishly, and he moved his mouth over to the other nipple to kiss it and lick it as well.

After a few moments, you started tugging at his shirt.

"It's not fair if I'm the only one shirtless," you complained.

"Fair enough," he conceded with a small smile as he took his shirt off quickly.

He moved back in to kiss you again just as quick, so you didn't get too long an opportunity to look at his tummy. You whined into the kiss, sensing that he might be self-conscious about his appearance.

You pulled away just long enough to compliment him. "Damn, you look amazing without a shirt."

Shane's cheeks heated up a bit at that, and he chuckled. "Glad you enjoy what you're seeing."

And with a dominant smirk, he firmly pushed you onto the bed.

"Hey!" you giggled at him after you fell back.

His eyes were glued to your chest, obsessed with the way your breasts bounced when you moved. Leaning over you with an eager grin, Shane shimmied your pants and underwear off of your legs, then he let out a low whistle at the sight.

"You're so fucking hot," he said appreciatively, using his hand to spread your legs a little more to get a better look at your pussy.

You chuckled softly, then rolled onto your tummy while he stood close to the bed. He watched you closely as you teased your fingers lightly up and down his legs a couple of times. He pushed his hips slightly forward with a grunt, hoping you'd get the message.

"Impatient much?" you teased him.

"Obviously," he said. He couldn't even deny it anymore.

Shane let out a satisfied sigh when your hand finally settled on the massive bulge tenting his shorts. You slowly rubbed him over his clothes, and he was already going wild. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you undo his button and zipper. He slid his shorts off, and you grinned at the small wet spot of precum on his underwear where the tip of his cock was poking.

He rushed to take his boxers off and join you on the bed. He was pleasantly surprised when you gently pushed him back against the pillows. Glancing up at him and smirking, you lowered your face to his crotch, and he let out a groan just at the sight of you going down on him, without him even asking.

You teased him with your tongue, first, licking up and down his length a couple of times before focusing your attention on his balls.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, utterly enamored with the sight of your lips closed gently around one of his balls.

You sucked gently on one of his testes, and then the other, while gently holding his thigh. You went back to gripping his cock and you affectionately gave the tip a few kisses, and it made his heart absolutely melt.

By the time you actually closed your lips around his cock head, he was unapologetically moaning. His hands went to your hair and clutched at it tightly, simultaneously trying to hold himself back and shove his whole cock into your throat. You took him in slowly, moving your head up and down at a slow pace, but one that left him breathless nonetheless. You worked your way up to fitting all of him in your mouth, and when his balls were pressed up snug against your chin, Shane panted loudly.

You only managed to bob your head up and down a few more times before he was grabbing your hair in a tight fist and pulling you off of him. You looked at him as he caught his breath for a moment.

"No fucking way I'd let myself cum without fucking you first," he breathed.

You blushed a little, and he sat up, grabbed you by the arms, and manhandled you down on the bottom. He knelt over you, absolutely loving the sight of you naked and ready beneath him. He leaned over and spat down onto his cock and rubbed it in, making sure he was plenty lubed up. But truth be told, you were already slick enough for this to be easy and painless.

Shane stared intensely into your eyes and pumped his cock slowly a few times with his fist. "Are you ready for me...?"

You nodded quickly at him.

He smirked. "Ah-ah-ah. Use your words."

"Yes, Shane!" you said excitedly.

He guided his tip to your already soaked entrance, pushing in just a little. It almost took his breath away completely, having just his tip inside of you. Since you weren't protesting, he slowly slid in farther, until your hips were connected, and he was all the way inside. It was almost too much, he thought. He sighed happily and pulled back about halfway, then pushed back in gently.

You let out a moan as he bottomed out again. He smiled a little and started thrusting at a slow but constant pace. You bit your lip and squeezed adorably at your own tits. As Shane got more into it, he leaned forward and started kissing at your neck as his hips rocked into yours.

He loved the sound you made when he bit down and sucked at your neck, and he relished in the idea of leaving marks all over you. His, you'd be all his.

It was a little embarrassing, how close he already was. He sat back up, licked his thumb, and pressed it against your clit as his hips slapped rhythmically against yours.

"I'm close, are you close?" he whispered.

"Uh-huh," you whimpered.

Shane rubbed slowly at your clit as he slammed his cock into you the last few times. You whined really prettily as you spasmed and came around him. In no time, his hips were stuttering, and he shoved himself into you as deeply as he could as he came with a loud groan.

His hips stilled, and his cock twitched inside of you a few times. He took another moment to cherish just how beautiful you looked after your orgasm. He finally pulled out of you with a soft sigh. Both of you caught your breath for a moment.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up," you said eventually.

"Alright, babe. I'll be right here."

When he was sure you had left the room, Shane got up from the bed and made his way over to the closet. He reached inside and pulled out his camera that he'd hidden in the dark shelves in plain sight. He smirked as he stopped the recording.

It was a risky move, definitely. But it seemed like it had paid off. He hid the camera back in his suitcase. Finally fucking you felt amazing, and he hoped he'd be able to again very soon. He smiled to himself, certain you felt the same.

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