#//their definition or normal is... slightly different lol

[gyusvalentinesz]

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Hey everyone!! I spent almost the whole day yesterday writing this. Lmk if I should post chapter 2! (btw, most of this chapter is about Ume, not Gyutaro.) There is some dark themes in this story, but nothing sexual. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ You skip, and skip, and skip, and skip. Everyone on this site is either weird, or creepy. That is until you find someone you thought was normal. ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ WORD COUNT: 3K!

!CHAPTER ONE!- Are You Still There?

It was a hot, humid summer night. It's the kind where your hair always feels greasy no matter how many times you wash it. You had just come back from another exhausting workshift dealing with rude, illiterate customers with IQs lower than a fifth graders. Your legs ache and you feel tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep.

It’s 9PM now, and the house is quiet. Your roommate Mitsuri is knocked out in the other room, probably dreaming about Obanai again. 

You don’t want to go on TikTok, and you definitely don’t feel like going on Twitter. If not those things, then maybe Omegle? What better to do than go on Omegle anyways, right? You figured if you could talk to people in real life, it’ll be a piece of cake doing it online.

You flop onto your bed, and open your laptop. The screen illuminates a blinding light onto your face and around your pitch black room. Your eyes feel like they have an eyelash in them.

“Jesus!” you mutter, holding one hand up to shield your eyes. “How come the light is always so damn bright when it’s dark?! Then it’s always so dark when I actually need the light!”

Your fingers fumble around the keyboard, struggling to find each letter. You eventually manage to type “Omegle” into the search and click on the first link, “OmeTV.”

You shift in your bed, and pull your blanket up to your lap as if you’re afraid the Omegle monsters are gonna come to devour your toes.

“Alright…” You take a deep breath, starting to regret the choice you just made. “Here goes nothing!”

You click the video call button.

The screen flashes white for a second before a bright, bold message pops up.

“TYPE ‘YES’ TO PLAY A GAME!”

You blink, confused. You mutter the word “Um…” before the person behind the screen decides you’re taking too long, and skips you. You didn’t even get a chance to decide!

“Okay, rude. I didn’t even wanna play your stupid game anyways. Fatty McPatty…”

☆

You continue to click next, next, and next. So far, all you’ve encountered is: creepy middle aged men in rooms with piss coloured lighting, teens vaping into their cameras with rap music in the back, more of those “Play a Game” pop ups, and black screens.

So far, it actually wasn’t that bad. Again, you keep skipping until a girl pops up on your screen.

A beautiful girl.

She looked… normal. Actually normal. She had pale skin, long white hair, and the most majestic blue eyes you’ve ever seen. She looks your age, maybe a little younger.

“Hi!” You squeal, flashing her a bright smile and a wave.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: Hii!

You lean in forward, intrigued by this girl. The room she’s in is dark, like yours. The only difference is that the room she’s in looks pretty vacant and non lived in. There’s two pillows on the floor and one crumpled up blanket bunched in the corner. It’s kind of creepy in a way, but maybe she’s going for that minimalist look?

Still, she’s so pretty, and she seems shy. Maybe a compliment would loosen her up a little.

“You look so pretty! Like a porcelain doll or something.” You say warmly, hoping you’d get her to talk.

She nods, smile widening slightly as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: thank u!! I get that a lot lol

Stranger: I like ur shirt btw

Stranger: I think I had the same thing before my mom threw it out!

You blink. What? Why’d her mom do that? Your eyes glance down at your frilly baby blue top, and nothing seems wrong with it. Maybe the straps are a little too thin, but not inappropriate. Maybe her mom is strict?

“Hey,” you lean in closer to the mic so she can hear you better. “Can you talk?”

That question makes the girl's expression falter. Her smile disappears, and she hesitantly shrugs.

Stranger is typing: …

Stranger: Ig I can talk

Stranger: but not for long

Stranger: or my mom will get mad at me

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The girl unmutes her mic. Her voice is quite soft, barely above a whisper. It almost sounds like she’s afraid someone might hear her.

“Hi,” she says. “What’s your name?”

You smile, trying to keep the friendliness up. “Y/N. What about you?”

She pauses, glancing over her shoulder like she’s checking if someone’s behind her,

“My name’s Daki… well, that’s what I like to go by,” she says, fidgeting slightly with the sleeve of her shirt. “My real name is Ume, but my mom doesn’t like me telling it to strangers.”

She shrugs, eyes lowering. “I don’t really get why it’s such a big deal.”

You nod slowly, and start wondering something. How old is this girl? She looks around your age, and you don’t mean to judge, but if she was actually as old as you, she shouldn’t have to be told by her mother to not reveal her real name to strangers on the internet.

Despite being a little weirded out by her demeanor and what she just told you, you stay kind. “That’s a nice name Ume! It’s unique. I’ve never heard it before.”

She smiles faintly at that. She hates her name, but what you said sounded genuine.

You hesitate for a moment before asking, “Hey, um… not to be weird or anything, but how old are you?”

There’s a pause. Ume shifts a little on the floor, eyes avoiding the camera.

“I’m… I’m thirteen,” she says eventually, voice softer than before. She looks at you with slight shame and embarrassment in her eyes, knowing already what you might be thinking.

“Omegle and makeup like that? You’ve gone bad at such an early age. Where’s your mom? Just wait until I tell her what you’re doing.” Is what she’s expecting you to say. But no.

You blink and try to process what she just said. Thirteen. Way too young to be here on this site alone.

You lean forward a little. “Isn’t this kinda… I dunno, a sketchy site to be on?”

She sighs, already expecting to be asked this. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” She murmurs. “But… My mom doesn’t really let me go outside. Or have friends. So sometimes when I’m bored, I just come on here to talk to people.”

“I’m not allowed to go to school, y’know?” Ume slips out suddenly.

You furrow your eyebrows together in concern. “Really?”

She nods, like it’s normal. Like it’s obvious.

“My mom says I’m too precious to go out into the ‘real world.’ I don’t really know what that means, but… I don’t care. I’m happy here. I have my brother, and I think my presence makes him happy too.”

You exhale, relieved that someone else is there with her. Her mom sounds… more than strict. Intense, maybe? But what if they can’t afford school or something. That’s understandable. The whole “not being allowed out of the house” thing though? That’s strange. Especially at her age.

“You have a brother?” You ask gently.

Ume’s face brightens immediately. Her eyes even sparkle a little.

“Yeah! I have a brother. He’s downstairs with my mom. His name is Gyutaro.”

“Ohh,” you nod. “That's nice. How old is he?”

“He’s eighteen!” She says, voice full of pride.

“Cool! Is he allowed to leave the house? Or does your mom keep him in too?”

Ume tilts her head, gazing up at the ceiling like she’s trying to remember something.

“He’s always allowed to leave,” she finally says. “My mom doesn’t really want him in the house. So he’s always outside. In the yard.”

You pause, an uneasy feeling starting to fill your body. The hairs on the back of your neck start to stick up. What?

“Wait, wait. You said he’s eighteen, right? Does he… go to school or anything?”

Ume shakes her head, almost cheerfully.

“Nope.”

“So… he doesn’t go to school, and your mom kicks him out of the house a lot?”

“Mmhmm!” She nods enthusiastically. Then she lowers her voice to a whisper. “Shh… I have a secret.”

She leans in close to the camera, placing a hand over the side of her mouth like she’s about to tell you how she clocked someone’s tea.

“When my mom leaves the house for work… I sneak my brother back inside,” she giggles, pulling back with a playful smile. “But only sometimes.”

Just as you open your mouth to speak again, her camera cuts out. Then she mutes her mic.

What just happened? It must be her mom.

Not wanting to get Ume in trouble, you follow her lead. You turn your camera and mic off, waiting silently in the dark for what might happen next.

One minute passes. Then two. Then three.

You start to wonder, is she okay? Right as you were about to unmute and ask if she's still there, she turns her camera back on.

She’s in a different room now. Much smaller than the one she was in before. Behind her, you can see clothes dangling on hangers and a few crumpled shirts on the floor. There’s no lighting at all, except for the screen. She's definitely in a closet.

“Hey,” you whisper, keeping your voice low so as to not get her in trouble. “Are you okay?”

Ume unmutes, gives a soft “yes,” and a quick thumbs up.

“What happened?”

“Oh…” She glances away. “Nothing. My mom just came in, not a big deal. She doesn’t want me talking to strangers using her laptop, so… I’m hiding.”

You don’t really know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. There’s a long, awkward silence before her voice softly fills the air.

“Do you know what a slipknot is?”

You blink. “A slipknot? Like— the band, or… like, tying the knot?”

She pauses. “Um… tying the knot.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it,” you say cautiously. “Why?”

“Do you know how to tie one?”

You hesitate. “Uh… no, not really. I’ve never learned that.”

She really wanted to know, so when you say you don’t know how, she frowns a little. “Oh.”

You glance at your screen. Her face looks blank, and it’s clear to tell that she’s fidgeting with her fingers.

“Why’d you want to know?” You ask gently.

“Because…”

“Because what?”

“I don’t really know,” she murmures, eyes dropping to her lap. Her voice is barely audible now, so it’s hard to make out what she’s saying. “It’s just that… my brother wanted to know how to tie one.”

That makes you sit up straighter.

Why?

“He—he wanted to know how to tie a slipknot?” Your voice is quiet but strained.

“Yup!” She says cheerfully, like it’s nothing.

“…Did he tell you why?” You ask. Your voice wavers slightly as you think of all the possibilities. Maybe this boy just wants to know how to make a bracelet for his sister. Then again, from what you’ve heard, it seems like his mom is treating him pretty shitty. So maybe…

“Yeah!” Ume interrupts your spiralling thoughts. “He said it was for a craft.” She smiles faintly. “He said it makes things fly.”

You don’t even know what to say to that. Makes things fly? Your stomach twists. You’re still trying to find the right words, when you hear something faint in the background coming from Ume’s camera.

It was muffled, but it sounded like two people fighting. A woman and a man. The yelling gets louder, and someone is clearly upset. You can’t make out the words, but the tone of the man’s voice is clear enough. He sounds angry and heated.

You’re not the only one who noticed, because Ume did too. She suddenly speaks up, a little too loudly.

“Anyway, do you know what a Stanley cup is? My dad left one here a long time ago before he left. It’s like— rusting on the inside and it’s the hugest cup I’ve ever seen. Do you have one?”

She’s trying to talk over the fighting.

You can see it in her face. She’s trying to act normal. Her voice keeps rising to cover the sound, but her eyes keep flickering towards the closet door. The yelling keeps going, and something suddenly-

SLAM!

Ume flinches and rolls her eyes, because this isn’t new for her. Just like that, she mutes her mic and turns her camera off. Again.

You completely freeze. The silence on your end is so loud. Did her mom catch her? Is her internet just really bad?

Your heart is pounding harder than it should be. You’re not really involved, and this truly isn’t your problem, but this feels very wrong.

You lean forward in your chair, whispering to the camera. “Ume?”

Nothing.

You’re trying to tell yourself that it’s fine. Maybe she just needed to hide.

You lift your hands up to your head in disbelief. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” You mutter as you look up to the ceiling, both hands covering your mouth.

“This is not okay!” You shout, not caring about waking Mitsuri up now. Your voice cuts through the silence in your dark room, shaky and scared.

“What the hell?! Ume? Hello!?”

You slam both your hands onto your mattress, frustrated and worried.

One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four. How much more?

Just as you’re thinking about letting this whole thing go and disconnecting, the screen flickers. Just for a second. Then it flickers again.

Suddenly, her camera and her mic come back on. Her laptop is still in the closet, but the camera is facing outwards on the floor. The door to the closet is now opened, revealing the bare room she was in earlier.

You squint your eyes, trying to find Ume. It’s hard to see that she’s standing right there in front of the doorway because the quality of this thing is diabolical.

“Ume?” You speak softly, “Are you okay?”

Ume glances at the laptop, but she doesn’t answer you. She's just standing there and staring at something offscreen. Her mouth moves a little like she’s trying to say something, but no words come out.

Then, there’s a sound. Heavy, quick, footsteps paired with the yelling from earlier.

Suddenly, a figure rushes into frame. It’s tall, and their movements are frantic. It’s a damn boy! He looks around seventeen or eighteen, and he has long messy hair and the most haunted look on his face.

He slams the door behind him and twists the door with shaking hands.

BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A fist slams the other side of the door.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

A woman’s voice, wild and raspy, is so loud that the mic finds it difficult to pick up properly, making her sound like a damn kazoo. She’s screaming. Something slams into the door again, much much harder.

Ume flinches and hides behind the boy, clutching the back of his shirt. “Dont let her in,” she whispers. “Dont let her in!— please!”

He instinctively puts an arm behind her to shield her for what might come next. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m not gonna let her in, Ume…” He grunts as he pushes his back against the door, ready for the next impact. 

Ume is in front of him now, hugging him. Her trembling fingers are clutching tightly onto his shirt.

BANG!

“I SAID OPEN IT!” Their mother shrieks from outside. “I SWEAR, IF—“

Another loud slam. The doorhandle starts to rattle aggressively, and the wood starts creaking.

The yelling from outside the door starts getting more violent and manic. You’re not one to flinch much at loud sounds, but god damn. This woman has pipes on her.

“GYUTARO!” She shrieks, “FUCK YOU! I WANNA SEE MY BABY!”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You hear something else slam into the door. Maybe a fist? Or the leg of a chair? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. You feel so helpless. All you can do is watch in despair, tears welling up in your eyes for these poor children.

“UME! It’s me! It’s mommy!” The woman’s voice cracks, sounding raggedy and jagged like broken glass.

“Let me in! LET ME IN!”

Gyutaro ignores his moms demands through the door, and lets his eyes scan the room. His gaze falls upon the laptop on the floor. You.

Oh no. Is he gonna end it?

His expression shifts, because the moment he notices the open Omegle tab, his brows furrow deeply. He doesn’t say anything, but the flicker of disapproval in his eyes is enough to make your stomach twist.

You freeze.

You watch him tell Ume to keep the door barricaded with her body, and she notices why.

Gyutaro takes quick steps toward the laptop, looking over her shoulder for what feels like the whole time.

“Wait—Nii-Chan! please,” she says, reaching an arm out for him. “Don’t close it, she’s nice! She was just talking to me! Please, I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“You’re not supposed to be talking to people,” he says quietly. He’s not quite angry, but definitely not calm.

“Not when she’s home. You know how she gets, Ume.”

“I know! But—”

He interrupts her. “She could’ve heard you. Do you want her to break the door down?”

“Please, just one more second! She was gonna teach me something. She wasn’t mean!”

You can barely breathe as he reaches the laptop. His hand moves forward, but then he hesitates.

He looks into the camera, his tired eyes locking in with your now glassy and puffy ones.

It’s like he knows what you’re thinking. He knows you’re scared, and he knows what he’s about to do is wrong.

“Sorry,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper.

“NO!—“ Ume cries, “DON’T! Please don’t!”

He sighs, ignoring her. He gently places his hand over the webcam, and closes the tab.

Before the screen goes to the loading screen, you can hear Ume’s desperate voice in the background saying, “Please don’t make her go…”

Then? Silence.

DISCONNECTED FROM CHAT.

[skylerb]

It would be horrible if the virus turned regular people into superadvanced ones. "We'd be standing on line to get bitten if it didn't change us into hungry monsters, but superhumans instead," he joked. He liked being normal, enjoying simple pleasures that didn't include biting others.

Skyler grinned; his side job and the house he'd inherited from his grandparents made it possible for him to stay in the Upper West Side, but he didn't pay much attention to where he lived. If they hadn't given him that apartment, he'd be happy to improvise a tent somewhere in the gym. It felt so good to have a bed, though. "A happy floor, great. Our superiority shall not pass anyone's attention," he said, chuckling before he got a bit more serious again. "Yeah, it's kinda dangerous out there. I felt so stupid for leaving that club but, y'know, you can die tryin' or end up losin' your mind. The latter sounded horrible." They both were heading in the same direction, so Skyler started walking, too, as Ash answered his question. "Great. The more we know 'bout 'em the easier it should be to evade 'em. Go out when they're less active and everythin'..." Now that Ashton asked if he needed anything, he realized he didn't have any clothes, just what he was wearing. "That's all I've got," he said, patting his chest, "So I could use some clothes before I get a nickname I'll never get rid of. Doable?"

"Yeah.. it might also be their hearing, they pick up on certain sounds quiet easily, at least they aren't like.. super human," pretty sure in that scenario he'd be dead with the amount of times he rolled the dice going outside. It's nice to confirm these things with another human who had their own sets of experiences outside. It simply strengthens their understanding of what they're dealing with.

Ashton chuckled with the realization, perhaps too fixated on the radio to notice the additional activity on their floor. "Ah, welcome to the third floor I guess, probably one of the more normal floors on the Wexleys." Well, normal is relative but perhaps the most regular unassuming small New York apartments your money could buy. "Have a rest while you still can, it must've been rough out there alone." Ashton turned together with him, "I was heading back too from the library so.. would be rude not to show you back." He began walking first, looking back to hear Skyler's question, "we were mostly just observing them, how they operated to know what we're going against, did a few scavenges for necessities for the residence. Do you need anything?" Someone running from the chompers might not have been able to carry much.

[nexus-nebulae]

why is the depiction of twins in media always either "they're so identical they're basically The Same Guy" or "they're so fundamentally opposite in every way that as adults they eventually go no contact" and there's like. no in between

[bootycallin]

ACTUALLY PLEASE DO A PART TWO?? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT I DOES TO READERS CLIT ❤️

OOH—BETTER THAN ME?

꩜ .ᐟ basically; vi made a proposal. imagine what i can do, she said. not that you could've ever even imagined, imagined, anyways.

cw: wlw. porn with slight plot this time!! not a direct continuation but sort of. vi catches u jorkin it. implied perv!vi (lol). masturbation. mutual masturbation. bsfwb? fingering. bushvi (!!). reader’s briefly described as smaller than her. scissoring. swearing. vi's a sweetie pie. begging. overstim. aftercare? v fluffy ending. not proofread.

a/n: dinner is fucking served

NSFW UTC

now, the real question is, how’d she get you so addicted?

damn, it’s not like you’ve never had sex before. quite the opposite, you have sex pretty often.

but she was different.

maybe cause she showed something you could never really do. maybe because it was one time and you’re best friends and you’re overthinking. or maybe the dick was just really good. god knows. one way or the other, you can’t stop thinking about it.

you don’t know it, but vi can’t either. so when she hears you whimpering from your room, she can’t fucking help herself.

what kind of fucking black magic does she have? there’s no way your fingers are just short. you’re trying, you really are—legs wide, lips spread so you can press two of your fingers inside your saturated hole. it’s not enough. you’ve been neglecting your clit, as well—because supposedly, you should be able to do it.

it’s not enough. your clit’s twitching, breath shaky, curling your fingers—not enough. thrusting them in? not enough. just briefly smacking the tip of your clit with your palm? not. enough.

you’ve been trying to avoid it, but you need her.

“fuck, vi…” and what is it they say? about speaking of the devil?

‘cause she’s right there. say her name three times to summon, or some bullshit? because you could’ve fucking sworn you were alone—as you are most times when you’re masturbating.

(well, that’s what you think. vi’s conscience is a little heavy because of that. can you blame her? she’s just a woman!)

you barely have enough time to realize it. pulling your fingers out, grabbing the nearest blanket there was to cover your body as if she hadn’t already seen enough of it to know exactly what you look like. shit.

“vi—“ again. broken record, much?

“‘s fine,” she mentally scolds herself for how her voice sounds. shaky, unprepared, even—she’s been behind that door for a hot second and she’s already aching. she can’t deny it, damn it, she needs you. now.

“can’t…?”

“no.”

whether that’s you asking her to stop or confirming her thoughts, god knows. she does, too, apparently, as she hums slightly. there’s a smirk on her face, but she’s just as needy, just as nervous as you. fuck, she needs you so bad.

and at the opportunity, she’s rushing into bed with you, lips crashing against yours. she’s missed this so much. the feeling of your lips against hers—she really could get used to this. like, really get used to it. dare she say, she wants it. she grasps at the covers you used to shield your body, pulling them down so she can see your bare skin. she’s been imagining this for so long.

her teeth nip at your bottom lip, looking up at you to find your half-lidded eyes that widen when she spreads your legs open, settling comfortably between them.

“this okay..?”

“yes.”

what kind of question even was that? you knew damn well she could see how you were practically buzzing at the idea of having sex with her again. is this normal? yeah, no. but it’s happening and you’re definitely not thinking twice about it.

you stop her midway through kissing down your neck, hands softly grasping at her hair, making her gasp. your eyes are flitting down to her lips, but most importantly, the damned tank top. not that it didn’t look good on her.

just that it would look better off.

“vi-“ there’s barely enough time for you to even speak, as you grab at her shoulder straps and pull, leading her to nearly rip the shirt off altogether.

and there she is. between your legs, bare in all her glory. damn, you knew she was muscular, but fuck…

she can practically feel you eye-fucking her. trailing up and down, on her sculpted and. you could swear they used to make greek statues based off of her. oh, and when your eyes catch that little bit of red poking out from the hem of her boxers—

“y’alright?”

“yeah…” you mumbled, dreamily. your hands reach for her so you can run your hands over her body, over the mark of her collarbones, the curve of her breasts, the dips of her abs. fuuuck. you can barely hear how vi gasps, her eyes laser-focused on the way your smaller hands run over her skin. she’s been dreaming of this.

“baby,” she whispers, breath shaky. her own hands find yours, guiding one down to run down her body, fingers briefly making contact with the hairs of her happy trail. that’s enough to drive her insane.

she let’s go of your hand to grab at the hem of her shorts, nearly ripping her goddamn boxers off. it’s the first time you’ve really, really seen vi’s body. her pussy’s fucking throbbing just by the way you look at her. damn.

there’s really no words not to be said. you don’t want to talk. you want her, and that’s it. you grab at her shoulders, making her gasp at the sudden eagerness. your lips crash against hers, she nips at your bottom lip. it’s messy. eager and messy and so fucking hot to both of you. your tongue meets hers, spit mingling and all—

she can’t take it.

she pulls away, making you whine and in turn making her smirk. cute.

(she’s acting like she’s not just as giddy. if not more. if you were to press your palm against her chest, you’d probably be a little concerned she’d have a heart attack. you’re just so pretty).

her hands run down your body, over the length of your thighs, spreading them open carefully. she can see how your eyes narrow a little at the stretch, but fall half lidded again when she ends up resting your legs atop of hers. she’s now sitting comfortably between your legs, your thighs sitting above her muscular ones.

“you want me to help you again, baby?” fuck, if that doesn’t make your face burn. she knows damn well what you want. if she didn’t, you wouldn’t be naked in front of each other like this.

“please…” even you are surprised at how whiny your voice sounds. you’re just frustrated. again.

“i-i can’t—“

“‘s fine.” she leaned forward to press a kiss to the crown of your head, something almost a little too heartwarming for the ‘best friends’ situation you two had. not that you were complaining. her lips were soft. vi was soft. for someone like her, you’d think she’s a little more… well, jagged. but, nope.

she’s soft through and through. principally when it comes to you.

her lips trail down your forehead to your nose, then to her cheeks, one of her hands—namely her right one—following the same pace, except down your body. over your belly, down to your lower navel, down until…

she swallows the moan you let out when her fingers just barely brush over your clit. she can’t help wondering if you’re really that sensitive or she just has the power to do that to you—which would definitely be an ego boost. gods, she hopes that’s what it is. you whine when she starts drawing slow little circles over your hood, your thighs tensing on instinct, breath catching.

“you want me to help you, yeah?” she asked, trailing her fingers further below—not before briefly smacking the nub of your clit with her middle fingers, an almost embarrassingly large gush of pre leaving your already sopping pussy. her mouth’s watering just thinking of it.

“violet,” not the usual vi. you sounded like you were trying to sound demeaning, but it really just came out as whiny. vi raised an eyebrow like you had insulted her.

but she herself was way too needy to give a damn. even if you did. her hand trailed down, fingers parting your lips and eyes laser-focused on your wet cunt. her index briefly prods at your hole, ripping an audible whimper from you which she just loves. but she doesn’t slip her finger in yet—not like she couldn’t. you’re wet enough that it would be like butter.

“wha…?”

“i just,” she looks up at you, free hand rubbing your thigh, “just had a thought.”

before explaining, she grabs one your hand, pulling it down so it hovered right over your pussy the same way it was when she first walked in the room.

“just…” her breath was slightly heavy, as she cupped the back of your hand. she spread her fingers so they matched yours, and you could only watch as she moved your finger to prod at your hole, tip just barely sliding in.

there’s not a lot of resistance. after all, you had already been doing it before she even got to this point. she’s watching your reaction carefully to see if there’s any discomfort, looking like it’s the most attention she’s ever given something. Her eyes are surprisingly wide. not scared. rather, it’s almost puppy eyes—she just needs to see it. needs to see you let go. needs to see you break again. needs to see you whine and scream her name again, like it’s the one word you know.

her hand guided your movements, one finger pushing your knuckle so your finger moved in and out, not a lot of movement, but enough to feel it. you let out a few pleasured sighs and slightly whimpers, but not compared to the whines and screams she managed to rip from you that time. both of them were good, though—she could deal with it. she was patient. unfortunately, you were not.

“i don’t feel it.”

“that’s fine,” she muttered, continuing to hide your movements. she watched your face, your body as it squirmed slightly. not necessarily from any great reaction, but rather because you just needed more. and because she was here. watching. she could watch you masturbate for hours. not that she hasn’t—well, imagine it… she’s overthinking. either way, it’s fine if you don’t feel it. that’s what she’s there for, isn’t it?

“do this.” she takes your hand away from yours for a second to show you how, finger doing the usual come-hither motion. you tilted your head back, a groan escaping from the back of your throat. obviously, you didn't take that all too seriously.

“it doesn’t work,” you’ve tried it already. never really did anything for you. you weren’t lying when you said you only did manage to cum when you played with your clit… well, not until vi, but that’s besides the point.

“trust me,” she mutters, staring at you, her gaze subtly speaking: you should. you know what she can do, don’t you? if there’s anyone you should be trusting, it’s probably her.you pouted and whined a little more, just to show her you didn’t like that whole idea. if you kept doing that, she might just have to wreck you—well, not that she wasn’t going to in the first place; she’s been holding back from jumping your bones since that last time.

a second of silence, and you end up doing as asked. it really makes no difference for you. people tried to make it sound better than it really was. you guess, because it really just didn’t work like that for you. never had that pornographic sensitivity to immediately squirt whenever you tried to reach your g spot, you don’t think you’ve ever even found it yourself.

it does feel a little different, but you’re guessing it’s just because vi is right there. between your legs. watching. you don’t know why she makes you feel like this. every little touch. it’s you’re a sleeper agent and she’s your goddamn activation. one little sexual touch or comment, and you already wanna fuck.

she has to hold back a groan when you do as she says. “yeah. like that,” she murmured, voice low and dangerous, “good girl…”

vi’s not even thinking when she says that. her brain isn’t really working, honestly. she’s way too preoccupied with watching as your face twists, the blood that rushes up your cheeks, flushing it a pretty pink she just wants to kiss so bad. her words had an obvious effect.

she shifts up slightly and you can only watch as her other hand, previously on your thigh, moves up to your lower belly, pressing down with the pads of her fingers right over your bladder.

you immediately stop when she does that. after all, it was just… a weird sensation. that same one from last time, but it still caught you off guard. a curse leaves from between your lips in a hiss, teeth catching your bottom lip briefly.

“‘s fine.” she reassured. “just do it.”

if she kept using that honeyed voice, you’d probably do anything she told you to. her free hand slides down to move another digit of yours inside, “just do as i told you.”

and of fucking course you do. because who the fuck are you to disobey her? it would be embarrassing if you didn’t like it so much, but god knows you do. you move your fingers in that ‘come here’ motion, wincing and whimpering at the feeling as the pads of your fingers press against the top walls of your pussy. you can nearly feel them, pressing up against that spongy spot, vi’s hand pressing down right on top of your bladder just making that all the more real.

“yeah.” she groaned, “like that… good girl. keep going.”

vi sounded like she was trying to encourage you. you made a mess on her once, she’s not gonna freak out if you do it again. i mean, she was expecting that for a while, but of course she always has to make the first goddamn move.

“vi, i—“ vi hushed you just with a sharp little glare that told you don’t test me. if she kept looking at you like that you’re sure you would discombobulate.

and of fucking course you do it. because if she tells you to, you’re more than likely doing it. at least here. you continue moving, her eyes locked in on you. on your body, your reactions. watching your face twist slightly and the little shakes of your thighs.

“vi…”

“fuck.” she groaned, moving to press her face against the crook of her neck. she kissed at the skin, just barely biting down, canines pricking. she herself was getting impatient. her pussy was fucking aching to just feel you and she couldn’t really think straight. the only part that managed to stop her from completely letting go is that she’s focused on your own pleasure.

but when she looks down, looks at your slick covered fingers—that sweet clit she wanted to touch—she couldn’t help it.

she lowered herself, lips latching to the nub. she made a point to ignore your surprised noise, how your hips jerked away. you seemed to relax soon enough. she looked up at you, noticing your fingers had halted.

“continue.” she muttered against the hood of your clit, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin there. you whined but obeyed, fingers moving in that same motion she just showed you. it’s definitely affecting you more when she’s kissing and licking your clit.

vi’s a messy eater. she’s always been messy, but it comes down even to that. she flicks, sucks, nips, laps. likes licking up from your hole to your clit, lapping up whatever comes like a needy dog. she feels like one right now. she’s practically humping the mattress in a desperate need to get some friction while pleasuring you. it always came first in her head.

“vi, fuuuck,” you gasp. she’s still lapping up at your clit, flicking the bean with her tongue in quick movements, better than any fucking vibrator you’ve ever fucking used. you’re sensitive, bit almost hurts a little, but it’s good. hurts so good you don’t want to stop her. you find that your fingers get quicker before you can even think about it, curling up over and over again ‘til you’re soaking.

“fuck.” she pulls away before you can get your high, though. before you can ask, she’s stopping your fingers, pulling your hand away from your heat. you whined, but shut up when she switched your fingers with hers.

“ah-!” a sharp gasp comes from your throat. vi’s fingers were thicker, bigger than yours. you like to think that’s why you can’t make yourself cum, but when she starts moving, you start realizing the problem really is that you just can’t finger correctly.

“shiiiit…” you drawled out, head tilted back and everything. you’re embarrassingly wet. not that vi really cares, anyways; you should know that.

“been waiting… f’so fucking long,” she drawled out, panting, shifting so she’s upright. “so fucking long to play with this pussy.”

“vi…”

your hand reached out to grab her wrist, but it’s worthless, as her thumb manages to poke through to tap at your clit briefly. that alone sends you over the edge in probably the quickest orgasm you’ve ever had. your vision blur and you can swear you see stars.

for vi, all she can see is how you wet her fingers, little liquidy gushes spraying from you the most she curls and rams her fingers into your g-spot, until you’re practically shaking. your whining doesn’t stop until she removes her fingers, pussy clenching around nothing, hips bucking into air. it’s truly a sight for her sore eyes.

but she needs more.

she grabs your thigh, pulling it closer to her until your leg’s basically hooked over her shoulder, holding the back of your knee. you barely have enough time to process till you feel the tickle of crimson hairs, as her wetness swipes right over yours.

“shii!—“ you hiss. it’s a feeling like never before. you’ve felt her fingers, her tongue, the silicone of that strap she dicked you down with a bit ago—but not her own pussy. you didn’t even think to realize it, you’ve never really touched her there before. mostly because vi seemed to prioritize having your pleasure over her own more than anything. (she’s probably converted you by now. god, you don’t want another guy inside you ever again).

“cupcake,” her rough voice rasps, mouth hung open in a way that’s almost too needy for her pride, heavy panting making her chest heave. what else is there to say? she's been fantasizing about this shit for the longest time. finally getting to feel you like this, rubbing her cunt against yours 'til neither of you can fucking think right.

not that she is exactly thinking about anything when she starts humping against you like a bitch in heat. her head hangs, eyes squeezing shut on instinct. she's desperate, feeling the heat building up in her lower stomach quicker than before. no pillow could ever replace the wet warmth of your cunt, the slick that coats her folds, sticky and messy and so fucking good.

"fuck, fuck, fuck—" vi's really hardly hearing you, her own groans being the one thing she can hear. you cum easily. after all, she had just ripped one from you, and here she is again, taking yet another one. all she can really discern is that you're impossibly wetter, essentially just lubing her up and making her own job easier. there's a whimper that tries to escape her throat, desperate, but she forces it out as a groan, head falling and top teeth tugging at her bottom lip.

"fuck, princess..." she growled, hands a vice-grip on your thigh. "please, fuck. yeah, shit, give it to me, give it to me..."

she's like a broken record, chasing her own high, while you tried to keep from screaming, body trembling and jerking with the aftershocks of your second orgasm.

"viii!—" a pitchy whine, ripping from your throat, strained at the angle of your head tilted backwards. "'s too much! gh-- too much!"

"fuck, baby," vi groans, a deep growl that rose from her throat, "shit, i know, i know. you can take it. you can take it, right?" her voice drops even lower, as she spoke through pants. her free hand shoots up to grab your face, making you look at her. powdery blue eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide, face flushed, sweat dripping down her temple. she looked like an angel.

"you can take it, right? fuck, please, baby..." her voice is borderline whiny, getting pitchier the closer she gets to the edge, which is rapidly approaching. how could you say no to a face like that? she half expected you not to answer.

"yeah, vi," you pant, trying to keep your voice as stabe as possible. "keep... g-"

"shit!"

she hissed, her abdomen locking, pussy gushing right over yours, not stopping, only jackhammering her clit against yours 'til you're cumming yet again, a silent scream leaving you, chest heaving. she has to bite the skin of your knee that's hooked over your shoulder so she doesn't cry out. you can tell, though, by the vibrations that run down your skin.

vi collapsed on top of you when she was finally done, her own body trembling. she has half the mind left to kiss up your neck, arms wrapping around your waist.

you both lay in the afterglow for a few minutes, not bothering with words. just the way she holds you is good enough, more than words can speak. she eventually lifts her head, eyes meeting yours, gentle and loving like you've never seen.

"you alright?" vi asks, voice like raspy but still like sweet honey. "i didn't hurt you, right?" yeah, she might've acted like a brainless mutt back there, but she's can recognize she overstimulated you. she liked hearing your cries, sure, but she doesn't want to hurt you.

"no. of course not." you reassure her, hand reaching to cup the back of her head, then her cheek. she found herself leaning into it like a needy cat, nose nuzzling into your palm.

"you sure?" she asked yet again, pulling a genuine chuckle from you.

"yeah. i promise," you rub your thumb down the slope of her cheel, the slight bump of her cheekbone. she's always been sculpted like a greek goddamn statue. beautiful.

“mhm." she grumbled. she hated that you could get her like this. so weak, so... vulnerable. but if it was for you, she'd probably be able to handle it.

"fuck, i-" she starts, without thinking, "i love you..."

before she can panic over her words, nervously meeting your eyes, you replied, "i love you too."

and she can rest easy knowing that you love her, that she didn't fuck it up. that all this was worth something, not just a quick fuck to you. to her, it never was.

you've always been more than her best friend to her. way, way more than that. her love.

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[captivating-flavors]

mine | caleb

pairing: college au caleb x non mc reader

prompt: -

summary: you're going on a date. caleb wants to stop you.

words: 1,221

warning(s): possessiveness, obsessiveness, mc being referred to as caleb's adoptive sister

a/n: ok its like almost 3am and i got work tmr lol but i got so inspired whilst i was on my way home from work today so i kinda just finished this like half an hour ago and in one sitting and so yeah this is pretty much unedited andddd i sort of told @mayooness that i might make a part two of this into either a jealous caleb smut or fluff but i still dk (also putting into consideration the fact that i suck at writing smut, so the jury is still out) anywaysss enjoy? reblogs, comments and feedbacks are much appreciated <3

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Caleb is a Grade A pretender. Especially when it comes to you.

The first time was in ninth grade, when he had to pretend that he didn’t have a crush on his adoptive sister’s best friend, as she teased him for his attentiveness towards her best friend as he handed you his umbrella and had to walk through the rain home.

The second time was two days after the first incident, when he had to pretend that he was fine as one of his classmates asked you out.

The third time was later that day when he had to pretend that he had no feelings whatsoever towards you when his sister teased him for being jealous of the classmate who asked you out.

Of course, with them being tight as thieves, she knew he was lying. The three of you grew up together, so of course she also knew that he had a huge crush on you. She knew she wouldn’t mind you dating him, all she wanted was for the two most important people in her life to be happy and if that’s with each other then so be it.

From then on, Caleb has definitely lost count of the times he had to pretend that you were nothing more than his friend or his sister’s best friend.

That ends today, though.

Ah yes, he should probably start with a little bit of a life update and context first.

It was yours and Caleb’s second year of college and you had just been cheated on by your moron of an ex a few months ago. Caleb had been there for you, as he always was. He comforted you, kept you company, even warded off unwanted advances from the other guys on campus.

The pretty, heartbroken art major. That was what people were saying about you, unbeknownst to you of course (because Caleb made sure of it!). Your douchebag of an ex had cheated on you with a professor and it even made headlines for a local newspaper, so of course it was like an open secret.  

It had been a few months, but you still weren’t ready to date, obvious by how you kept rejecting advances here and there (fret not, the creeps and the ones who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer were all handled by Caleb!), or so Caleb thought. When he heard from his sister, who went to a different college, that you called her to tell her that you had a date with ’Devon’ from Art History, he knew he had to rush to your apartment.

The two of you lived in the same apartment building, but he lived on the floor above you. The two of you had each other’s keys so it was normal for the two of you to drop by unannounced at each other’s places.

“Y/N? You home?” Caleb called out as he closed and locked the door of your apartment behind him.

“In here!” You responded, your voice slightly muffled, coming from the direction of your bedroom.

Caleb walked past the entry way and the kitchen to get to your room. As he reached the open door of your room, he saw that you were wearing a bathrobe and that your hair and makeup was done. There were also several dresses laid out on your bed.

Oh, how it killed him to know that you had dolled yourself up so, so prettily for someone else.

“Perfect timing! I need your input.” You beamed.

“What for?” The pretender was back at it again.

“Which one looks better? This one?” You asked as you held out a yellow sundress in front of you before putting it on your bed and grabbing the other dress, “Or this one?” You asked again, this time holding a light blue midi dress.

“The blue one. Where are you off to?” Caleb tried his best to keep his tone to his usual light and cheery tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did we have plans for tonight?” You said distractedly as you grabbed the yellow dress and turned to put it back on your closet. Caleb could only watch as you walked towards your bathroom with the blue dress in your hand.

“No… we don’t. But I was about to ask if you wanted to go to that new café that just opened a week ago. I knew you wanted to try their cheesecake.” He answered as he heard the shuffling sounds of you changing in your bathroom.

“Oh. I can’t… uh… I’m going on a date tonight.” You responded as you walked out of the bathroom, now wearing the light blue dress he had chosen. The sight of you looking so beautiful sent short circuited his brain and it was like no words could come out of him at the moment.

He blinked and tried to keep it together before saying, “Oh? Whom with?”

“This guy from my Art History class. His name’s Devon.”

“That… sounds nice.” No, no it doesn’t. He wanted to delete the guy from the face of the earth.

You gathered your phone and purse and walked towards the door as you said, “Yeah, I’m actually running late. He says that he’s picking me up at seven and its…” You put on a pair of heels before pausing to glance at your watch and pointed out, “Oh! Won’t you look at that. I’m already five minutes late. I gotta run. See you later, Caleb!”

No. No. No! There was no way he was going to let you go on that date. Especially when you’re dolled up that pretty! There was also no way that he’s letting you go to another jerk who didn’t know you as well as he did. He didn’t even know this ‘Devon’ guy, but Caleb was sure that the guy didn’t deserve you and won’t be able to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

You reached out your hand and opened the door to your apartment. The door, unfortunately, didn’t manage to open all the way for you to go through. Caleb rushed towards you and planted his palm on the door, slamming it back shut.

“Caleb.” You said, trying to stay calm and not flip out at the fact that Caleb was going to make you extra late, “What the heck are you doing?”

Caleb had your back flushed against his chest, “Caleb. Let me go.” You still had your hand around the handle of your apartment door.

He took your hand and spun you around, so you’d face him, before planting both his hands right on the door, caging you.

“What are you doing?” You asked once more, looking up at his much taller frame.

Caleb looked down, let out a dark chuckle before looking right back at you, “I can’t let you go.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re mine. I’ll be damned if I let you go on a date with another man. Not again.” He leaned down and moved his face closer to yours.

You gulped. You had never been this close to him, so of course there was an unfamiliar nervousness that crept down your spine, “Caleb, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been right here all along. When are you going to realize that?” He said darkly before slamming his lips onto yours.

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[delespresso]

WINNER TAKES IT ALL ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; my only knowledge of wicked is from the movie, so that's what this is based on lol. i unfortunately do not live in a place where we have broadway/west end things (very sad coz i love musicals deeply) ps; not proofread!

prompt; “If I beat you, you have to kiss me” “That’s- wait, what?”

summary; weekend games were normal in shiz, but fiyero has a different idea of a game when it comes to the girl who caught his eye

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Fiyero Tigelaar was used to charming the pants or skirt of anyone. He had people eating out the palm of his hand before he even said a word.

Imagine the slap in the face he received when she didn't even bat an eye at him. If anything, she always seemed annoyed whenever he was even mentioned or within proximity.

So he did what any other person would do — he kept pestering her. He was quick to become a thorn in her side and constantly shadowing her and showing up wherever she went. It came to a point where she was sure he was trying to be her extra limb.

During the weekend games, where everyone at Shiz gathered either in the courtyard, gardens or open fields depending on the game they wanted to play, he was even more incessant.

"Have you no one else to annoy?" she questioned as he stood beside her while they were playing a game of croquet.

Fiyero was leaning on his mallet, letting it rest on the grass as he gave her his typical nonchalant smile.

"None as entertaining as you, I find it stimulating," he replied.

She glanced up at him, the look on her face showing clear annoyance. Why was he choosing her to annoy, of all people? She was just a girl trying to surf through her university life, get good grades and have a bit of healthy fun on the side.

Without a certain winkie prince ruffling her feathers every other second.

"Its unbecoming of a fine lady to frown every moment of the day," he quipped.

She huffed out a chuckle, walking over with her own mallet in hand. She shifted to aim properly, before giving a gentle nudge to the ball that ended up right through a wicket.

Fiyero let out a low whistle, as if he was so impressed.

"Not bad," he hummed.

"You know, your praise isn't very stimulating," she quipped.

That made him smirk, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. She regretted her comment immediately but she didn't back down either.

"I'm sure we can find something that works," he retorted.

"You make me want to hurl," she replied.

"Ouch," Fiyero pouted, putting a hand to his heart. "You wound me, darling."

She imitated his pout, before turning away with a roll of her eyes. It felt like every little movement she made was being tailed by him. Their game only got more intense as it went on. Even the other players were a little concerned at how competitive they were.

The constant back and forth jabs, the heckling in hopes the other would miss their shots. It was a never ending loop.

It was the last round by now. Fiyero knew he was on the brink of losing — he was too easily distracted by her earlier. Now she was about to take the last shot, and if she made it then she'd most definitely come on top.

Now that couldn't happen. Not on his watch.

He walked around the field, going over to her side as she lined up her shot. He waited, watching the way her forehead creased slightly as she focused, the subtle pout on her lips.

Oh, her lips.

Then he had a cheeky little idea. With a finger rubbing his chin, he leaned in slightly closer just before she'd hit the ball.

"If I beat you, you have to kiss me."

His whisper right by her ear had warm breath fanning her skin. That was enough to send a random, odd shiver down her spine. Then his words registered just as she took the shot.

"That's— wait, what?"

She was knocked way off balance to the point her ball went completely south from the wicket. Nowhere close to how her shots had been so perfect before this.

Her jaw fell slack as she looked at the ball. Especially the distance between it and the wicket.

"Well, seems to me you're beat, darling," Fiyero mused.

She was still completely stunned by the fact. Especially considering she was always good at croquet — it was practically her game for crying out loud. In comes this stupid little prince charming knocking her off her game with a simple bet that wasn't even agreed upon.

Fiyero found it all completely amusing. Especially how flustered she was by a few simple words. He was definitely taking note of it.

"So?" he hummed, his body tilting to the side to be closer to her.

She turned her head, her eyes narrowed in a glare as she looked up at him. She wanted to smack that smug, cheeky look off his face with her mallet.

"No," she said simply.

She left the mallet in the provided space, trudging off the field and away from him. Hopefully for a really long time. He called out for her, unable to help the laugh that left him as she practically ran away at the mere idea of kissing him.

"Adorable," he mused to himself.

If Fiyero's life mission was to pester her, hers was to avoid him. She'd managed it for two solid days now. In and out of classes at the speed of light, no more lingering in the library unless she desperately needed a certain book and certainly no more courtyard homework.

Even her roommate was getting concerned by her behaviour, but she shrugged it off as her not wanting to be outside in public.

At some point it got stifling though, so she left the dorms at night. It was quite late and she wanted to go on a walk. So she went out to the gardens, past curfew. It was only for a few minutes anyway — she didn't see any harm done.

Until of course, someone else was already there. In her favourite spot. Playing with a stray puppy.

She couldn't avoid him for that long, clearly. As she attempted an escape, Fiyero looked up — their eyes meeting. And then came his cheeky little smile again. She was suddenly glad it was dark out, so he couldn't see her fully.

“And what's a good girl like you doing loitering past curfew?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, deciding to just go with it. She stepped a little closer — for the fresh air. Totally nothing to do with him.

“Can't sleep,” she shrugged, her arms folded as she looked down at the puppy.

Bending down, she reached her palms out. The little thing was quick to jump and put its paws on her hand, licking at her skin. A smile pulled on her lips as she entertained the puppy.

“You've been avoiding me.”

“You've been pestering me.”

Fiyero chuckled at her quick retort, shaking his head as he sat on the grass.

“Do you always have an answer for everything?” he questioned.

“Why do you think I read?” she quipped. “I understand the concept is foreign to you, seeing as you can't read.”

“Ah ah,” he clicked his tongue. “I can read perfectly well, princess. I simply choose not to tire my brain.”

“So you choose to tire your tongue by vexing me with every word that comes out of your smart mouth?”

He grinned — two days of nothing and now he was getting quite his fill of fun.

“You just called me smart,” he mused.

“Is that all you heard?” she scoffed.

“Selective hearing. I choose not to invite negativity and stress,” he shrugged with a cheeky smile.

The chuckle that left her was a welcomed one. He liked that, the way she laughed even if they were arguing.

“Why don't you like me?”

The question left him before he even thought about it. Then again, he wasn't really known for thinking, was he?

She paused from petting the puppy, turning her head to him instead. Her head tilted, before she moved to sit on the grass properly as well.

“I never really said that,” she said.

“You've implied it.”

“Oh, so you do pick up on context clues?”

He laughed then, unable to help the way her words amused him a little too much. He was always upbeat, sure, but she seemed to make him smile a little more than usual. Even now — their smiles were matching.

“I don't not like you,” she eventually corrected. “I just find my focus elsewhere.”

His brows raised as he leaned forward, his arms on his knees as he watched her. Not the way she was playing with the dog, or their surroundings. He was just looking at her face in the dim light.

“So you do like me?” he asked.

“I tolerate you.”

“Already an upgrade,” he hummed. “Just tolerate?”

“Don't push it,” she warned light-heartedly.

The sound of their chuckles were the only thing reverberating in the quiet garden, as well as the dog rolling around on the grass at her affections. They sat there for a long while, maybe an hour or so. Until eventually they both got up to get back to their dorms.

“You still owe me,” he said on their walk back.

Considering they'd both snuck out past curfew, they were rather casually strolling back to the dormitories. Her brows furrowed faintly as she looked up at him, still falling in step beside him.

“I beat you,” he reminded.

Her brows immediately relaxed as she shot him another look. Except this time it wasn't annoyed or exasperated, even if she tried. It was softer, maybe a little more amused.

He walked her to the stairs of her block, lingering for a moment. As she took a step upwards, she paused. Fiyero waited with a raised brow when she turned back.

Then she leaned down, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Now we're even.”

Safe to say, Fiyero had sweet dreams that night onwards — especially when the daily pestering started to receive warm welcomes.

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[lovemepartly]

Husband daeho headcannons?

husband!dae-ho ✩ headcanons

warnings: 18+, smut.

a/n: thank you for the request anon! i love writing for dae-ho :)) also, if you sent in a request, i promise i saw it and i will get to it! i’ve been kind of busy lately so it might take me a while

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• now that you and dae-ho are married, he’ll buy you weekly flowers. he gets a different bouquet for you every week, and cuts the stems and puts them in a pretty vase. dates are much more frequent too; he doesn’t want the honeymoon phase to ever end.

• for special occasions, like your birthday or your anniversary, he goes all out. the whole house will be completely decorated, filled with balloons and confetti and candles, and he always has something planned for the two of you.

• dae-ho will also occasionally come home with surprises for you. whether he’s bringing home your favorite dessert, or he happened to see a really beautiful bracelet in the window of a store, he loves your reaction whenever he brings you something.

• after a long at work, he’s immediately at your side. he’ll take off your shoes for you and run you a bath. meanwhile, he’ll cook dinner and get your favorite show ready.

• even on normal days, dae-ho will insist on doing most things for you, regardless of whether you can do them yourself. he’ll help you put on your shoes, reach things on high shelves, etc.

• speaking of which, dae-ho will learn how to do literally anything for you. if you want a walk-in closet or a new wallpaper for your house, he’ll learn how to build it for you. if you’re not korean, he’ll take time to learn your native language (probably on duolingo lol) and your culture. he’ll also learn how to make your favorite food and will cook it for you every once in a while.

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• dae-ho will literally worship your body now that you’re married. he loves praising you in the bedroom, phrases like “fuck, you’re so beautiful” and “so good for me, baby” will fall from his lips.

• he’s also definitely more open to trying new things. as much as he loves eye contact during sex, the first time you took him from behind, he was obsessed. he can push himself deeper into you from behind and likes to bend down to kiss you.

• with dae-ho, your pleasure always comes first. he likes to make sure you’ve come at least once before he enters you. whether his fingers are running across your wet folds, curling at just the right place to make your hips buck - or his face is buried between your thighs, pressing you down on the mattress, you are always his priority.

• even though he prefers giving, he of course loves receiving. when your hands curl around his length and you press teasing kisses to his tip, he’ll whine and tug on your hair slightly. he also especially loves it when you look up at him through your eyelashes, cheeks flushed pink.

[averyspizookies]

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Hi Pookies!! I hear yall loud and clear and I’m very happy u guys enjoyed chapter 7. I’m not sure this one will be as bomb but I’ll try lol. Give feedback! comment, inbox, dm! It helps a lotttt, and I love hearing from yall.Ty and enjoy!

Pairing: Hopkins transfer Azzi x Hopkins Paige

“How long do you think she’ll take to reply?” Paige whispers, feeling a sense of calm from being next to Azzi, yet her heart racing from their closeness.

Azzi looked over to meet Paige’s blue eyes, “I’m not sure. maybe 10 mintues?”

“10? That quick?”

Azzis jaw dropped in mock disbelief, “Yknow, I’m like kinda a celebrity Paige, you should be greatful to be here right now.”

Paige rolled her eyes and looked back up at the ceiling, “yeah, yeah. I’m soooo lucky to be next to the Azzi Fudd.”

Azzi was still looking at her, Paiges scent filing her nose, the sweetness and musk dragging her in deeper “Yeah, well. Look at my phone if I’m so wrong.”

Paige met her eyes, raising a brow. Then, wordlessly, she grabbed Azzis phone.

“It’s locked dummy.”

“Oh the passwords 0535” Azzi responded easily.

Paige was a little confused why she told her the password so quickly, but felt some butterfiles in her stomach from the trust. She typed in the numbers opening the phone and going to instagram.

She clicked on the photo. It already had 10k likes.

“Woah, is this normal?”

Azzi looked over at the phone finally, her eyes widening a little. “Uh—no. That’s weird, most of my posts take like a hour or two to hit 10k, not minutes.”

She gabbed the phone, then looked a little closer.

Now noticing how clearly you could see Paiges lap, along with her hands firmly on her hip. It looked a lot more than friendly, and with the pale hand. It was clear people were wondering who it was.

“Open the comments.” Azzi asked, the phone still in Paige’s hand

Paige opened them, eyes racking the comments quickly.

A few read:

“Uhhh Azzi girl, we interrupting something? 😭” @sammmsWbb

“Ohhh yall she got a bf!!” @sisterlithhh

“Wait!! That’s a different person from her shoot, I wonder who” @Icantthinkofanything

But just as they were reading through, a dm popped up.

Ash: hey Az, cute new pic.

Azzi read the message along with Paige, then took a breath,

“Well, what now?” Azzi asked, heart racing slightly

Paige shrugged, handing the phone over, “you flirt.”

She couldn’t, she sucked at it. But there was no choice, she took the phone and went to the text.

_____

Ash: hey Az, cute new pic.

Azzi: Thanks!! lol people are going crazy.

Ash: How could they not? You look good in it.

Azzi didn’t like those words at all, she didn’t want Ash to say she looked good. Only wanting one person to say that about her now…but still, this was the plan. She had to stick to it.

Azzi: You think?

Ash: ….yea, I definitely think so. I know you’re with Paige but, if you ever wanna be friends. I’m here😉

Paige sighed, knowing this was working but also knowing she hated it. All she wanted was Azzi to say that she didn’t care if people thought they were dating. But that wasn’t gonna happen.

Azzi replied

Azzi: Sounds good to me 😉

She locked her phone and turned to Paige, “well, how did I do?”

Paige ran a hand through her now down hair, “Good, I mean could be better. But good.”

Azzi hummed, unsure of what to say next, then Paiges phone started ringing.

“Who’s that? It’s like 11.” Azzi asked, slightly upset her and Paiges conversation got interrupted.

Paige grabbed her phone, On the screen was the name “TWINN🤞 and 1 other.”

Paige connected the call, seeing it wasIce and Nika.

She tilted the phone to show only her, not Azzi, then spoke. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Nika asked, leaning in so you could only see her forehead, clearly looking at Paige.

Paige felt her heart skip a beat. Even though there was technically nothing to hide….It felt like there was.

She glanced over at Azzi for a second, who was watching this all unfold.

But Azzi wasn’t much help, completely stuck in her thoughts. Paige looked good. Like insanely. Her eyes were darkened by the dim lighting, her arm swung behind her head and her body relaxed. It had her thinking some unholy things.

But Azzi just shrugged her shoulders, not saying anything.

Paige turned her attention back to the phone, meeting Nika and Ices glares again. “I’m at home…why? Y’all out without me?”

Ice scoffed, “No we’re not out, but you sure are.”

Paige was a pretty good liar. She could do this.

“I’m not, like I said, I’m at home.” She answered smoothly.

Nika raised a brow, “Then who did you just look at?”

“My Lebron poster, my king deserves my attention more then yall”

Azzi snorted, quickly covering her mouth after realizing the noise was definitely heard.

Paige hearing this, shot a look to Azzi, silently asking “what the fuck!”

Azzi’s eyes widen for another second, but just she does, Nikas speaking again. “And what was at?”

Paige looks back to her phone, stumbling over her response, “ummm-uh. My dog?”

“You don’t have a dog.” Ice chimes in

Paige scoffs, “Yes I do! She’s just new!”

Nika glares at her, knowing damn well Paige is lying through her teeth. “Let’s see her then.”

Paiges heart starts to race, she motions to Azzi.

Thinking quickly, Azzi runs out of the room and grabs a sleepy Stewie. Returning quickly.

She hands to dog to Paige, who is too tired to care. “See, this is Stewie!”

Neither Nika or ice speak.

But then, ice starts screensharing, still wordless.

her screen is on Azzis instagram, scrolling for a second then clicking a photo, still without a word.

The photo is a smiling Azzi with Stewie in her arms at a park. Clear as day.

“Yeah. so wanna stop lying now or?” Ice asks finally, ending her screen-sharing.

Paige is stuck, unsure of what to do. She’s been caught, and there’s no explaining.

Not even sure what she’s been caught of, she just leans foward and ends the call.

“Why would you just hang up!!” Azzi asked, stifling her laughter at the whole situation.

“Uhh, I don’t actually know.” Paige says, breathless and confused.

Azzi starts to laugh at the blonde’s approach to fix the whole situation, “Your hopeless, yknow that?”

Paige leans back, pretending she’s more than relaxed, “Ya think?”

Azzi lays down next to her again, “I know.”

They sit in silence for a beat, just letting the air settle between them.

The silence isn’t awkward, not charged. Just compatible. Like they’ve known each other for years.

Azzi looks over at Paige, taking in her side profile. It’s perfect with her sharp jawline, her blue eyes seemily clear from the angle. The way her mouth is slightly parted her chest rising and falling perfectly in sync with Azzis.

Paige feels the heavy gaze on her, feeling slightly flushed from the thought of it. She turned over quickly, catching Azzis eyes, “You starring again, Princess.”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

They both hold each others gaze, it filled with millions of questions on whats happening between them right now.

“Azzi….”

“Don’t. Lets not right now.” Azzi cuts her off, already knowing what was gonna happen. And the truth was, she didn’t need to think about that right now. She always needed to think things through first, this was no different. Whatever ‘this’ was.

Paige exhales, feeling slightly rejected, but thankful she was stopped. Because in all honesty, she didn’t even know where she was going with it.

“So, ice and Nika are gonna be annoying tomorrow, what do we do about that?” Paige asks, staring deeply into Azzis brown eyes.

“Nothing, there’s nothing to hide, right?” Azzi says, looking back up at the ceiling. “We’re just hanging out, and if they wanna read into that, they can.”

Paige nods, she’s right. There’s nothing going on. but there is. Something she doesn’t know what to call yet.

“I should text the groupchat about the party, it’s in a few days.” Azzi says, reaching for her phone.

Paige hums in agreement. Thinking about how bad the party’s going to be. Azzi and Ash, flirting. In front of her. Not something she wants to see. But Azzi’s special, she’s different. And if starting a rumor about them dating would affect her career in anyway, Paige will do anything to stop that. Even if that means sitting through her Exs awful advances for a few hours.

Azzi unlocks her phone, seeing the post had gained another 10k likes. It’s completely viral, but no ones guessing Paige. Which, why would they? She types out a quick text to the team’s group chat.

“Hey guys! I know it’s kinda late but, one of my friends invited us all to a party at her house. They’ll be drinks and games and other athletes and stuff. I’ll send the details later, anyone in?”

After a few second the likes start rolling in, everyone on the team saying they’re in. Azzi sends the details for the party and tosses her phone back down.

“Alright, there all in. Cmon, get up.” azzi says, pulling on Paiges arm.

“What? Why?” Paige replies, even though she’s letting herself be pulled.

“Because i’m bored, and my parents aren’t home. So let’s have some fun.” Azzi says with a mysterious glint in her eyes.

Paige narrows her eyes at her, trying to see what the younger girl is suggesting, all she knows is that it’s not gonna be fun. “What qualifies as ‘Fun’”

Azzi shrugs knowingly and starts to get up from her bed, grabbing her phone and Paiges hand.

Paige closes her hand around Azzis, letting her drag her out of the room.

They walk joined together down the hallway to the kitchen. Where Azzi lets go and starts to move towards a cabinet.

Paige leans against the kitchen island, crossing her arms and letting her gaze drift over Azzis body, moving fluidly around her space.

She pulls down two cups, and glances back at Paige,

Paige catches the glance, “What are you planning, Az”

Azzi shrugs and smiles, going back to a different cabinet,

she opens it and pulls down a bottle of Tequila.

“Azzi..?” Paige asks, after seeing where this is going.

“What? I said we were gonna have fun.” She says back, pouring the liquid into both glasses, a good amount in both. Surely enough to get blackout.

“Won’t your parents notice?” Paiges asks,

She shakes her head, “Nah, they don’t even drink, this is just the stuff my Aunt keeps here for when she visits or we have parties.”

She goes into the fridge, grabbing two twisted teas.

Paige scoffs, taken back by how confident Azzi is with drinks. “So…You can’t flirt, but apparently you can drink like a grown man?”

Azzi grabs the cups and tea, heading over to Paige and handing them to her, “Yea, basically.”

Paige rolls her eyes shaking her head, “your trouble.”

“But fun, something you desperately need.”

She walks over to the couch, taking a seat comfortably and turning off the lights, she grabs the remote and goes on Disney+

Paiges follows and takes a seat next to her, but still a good amount of space between them. She spreads out her legs, and sets down her dinks. “Disney?”

Azzi hums and turns on frozen. “Okay so…every time we see snow, we take a drink, okay?”

“Azzi. we’re watching Frozen, we’ll both be dead 15 mintues in.” Paige asks, a little concerned for herself.

She shrugs yet again, “so? it’ll be a fun 15 mintues.”

Paige runs a hand over her face, then nods. “Okay..but, if im dead. I’m haunting you everyday after.”

Azzi nods, “deal.”

She starts the movie, settling even farther into the couch.

****

It’s 40 mintues into the movie. Both her and Paige are on a different planet at this point.

“SOoo.. You never told me. Ash, how did that start?” Azzi asks, a little closer to Paige now that she’s had some liquid courage.

“Umm. Funny enough, at a party, I was super drunk and she looked prettier in the lighting I guess.” Paige says with a snort, recalling the night.

Azzi hits Paige on the shoulder, “Paige! That’s mean!”

Paiges nods, “yeah, yeah. Well it’s true. Ask another question, I can tell you have them.” She says, some words slurring together but she’s still heavily focused on Azzi.

Azzis focused on Paige aswell, just the perfect amount of drunk where’s she honest, but still aware. The movies long forgotten now. “Ummm, well. How many bodies do you have?”

“4, you?”

“None, told you. I don’t date.”

Paige hums, feeling a little more confident, “well, if you ever want to make it 1, let me know.”

Azzi looks at her, scanning her face for the sarcasm, but there is none. “Okay, I might just do that.” She replies softly.

Paige is looking dead into her eyes, which are now the most interesting things in the world. Just do it. She thinks, wanting to kiss her badly.

But then Azzi breaks eye contact, looking for her phone. “Let’s go live.”

“Live? Azzi, were both drunk.” Paige says, looking at the younger girl setting up her phone to where there both in frame,

Paige looks slightly flustered, her hair a little messy, but still good. And Azzi seems to only get prettier as the night carries on.

She clicks the button and starts the live, fans rolling in instantly,

Paige moves out of frame, unsure of it Azzi wants her in.

“Hey guys!!! How is everyone.” Azzi asks the live,

People start blowing up the chat with responses

Some asking who was the person in the photo, some asking questions baksetball.

“Whoa, guys slow down, I can’t even read any of these.” Azzi says, slightly slurring, but it would go unnoticed to anyone who didn’t know her state.

The comments start to roll is a tad slower, now only people with actual questions commenting.

One of the reads, “Azzi!! Who’s that next to you?”

Azzi reads it aloud and looks at Paige, who’s scrolling on her phone leaning out of fame, only her legs in.

“You wanna be in it or no?” Azzi asks, looking straight at here, not pressuring.

Paige hesitates for a second, knowing she looks completely wasted by now, a lightweight despite everything. She shakes her head no. Thinking it over for a second.

Azzi nods and goes back to the live, “sorry guys, it’ll be a mystery for now.”

The comments explode, asking if its her boyfriend, to which Azzi laughs, “No guys, no. Definitely not my boyfriend.”

Paige snorts, the sound going to the phone.

Azzi shoots her a look, “shut up, you’d be lucky to be my boyfriend.”

Paige throws her hands up in mock surrender, “I didn’t even say anything”

The comments roll in again,

Some reading:

“Who is that?? Guys I can’t tell!” @Lyssathekissaxx

“That low key didn’t sound like a guy..” @Justinforya

“Yall, that definitely wasn’t the guy, probably just her friend” @Karlabarlabomma

Azzi reads the last message aloud, “yeah guys just my…friend.”

“Mhmmm” Paige drags out, making sure it’s loud enough for both Azzi and the stream to hear.

Paiges phone starts ringing, She answers.

“What Nika?” She sighs out, slightly quieter, but still heard.

Azzis busy reading the comments, laughing at a few, and not noticing Paige.

“Nothing, just funny that I just heard you say that on Azzis live, I’d suggest being a little less obvious.”

“Oh, shit.” Paige laughs out, still drunk, so not really taking Nikas tone seriously.

Paige is not that smart sober, but drunk its even worse.

She completely forgets her phone which has Nika on the line, and turns to Azzi. Loudly whispering. “Az, Nikas on the stream, she like knows something.”

Azzi looks at her, furrowing her brows. “Shes on my live? Why?”

Paige shrugs and Azzi turns back to the stream , “hiii Nika! What’s up girl.”

Nika comments,

“Azzi, id suggest getting off live before people piece together who that is.” @Nikamuhl1010

“Ummm, what are you asking about, theres no one next to me.” Azzi slurs, smacking Paiges legs to get her out of frame, which causes Paige to yelp.

“see. No one.” Azzi says, trying to sound convincing.

The stream is blowing up, people trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

“Uhhh guys, whats going on 😭” @Lyssathekissaxx

“Azzi girl are you drunk 💀” @bbblloever

“Lmfao yall she’s lit asf” @420202eater

Azzi reads the comments, or tries to, her vision blurring a little.

“Uhhh, Okay guys—Um, that’s all for tonight!! Love you all!” Azzi says, picking up her phone.

she goes to end the live, accidentally knocking over a glass of water on to Paiges leg,

“Azzi!!” Paige shouts, standing up quickly.

“shit sorry P,”

Paiges jaw opens,then she looks at the phone. She starts pointing aggressively to it, mouthing Your on live!

Azzi turns her attention back to the phone, the comment exploding still

“YALL IM GONE 💀” @DEmmyy

“Azzi boo your 16, lets keep it cute” @Kamiliaiines

“Did she say P? Who’s P?” @Christainbitsten

“GET OFF LIVE STUPID” @NikaMuhl1010

Azzi curses then finally hits the button, ending the live before completely powering off her phone, just in case somehow she was still streaming.

As soon as her phone goes back, She starts laughing uncontrollably.

“Are you genuinely stupid Azzi” Paige deadpans, clearly not as amused as the burnette

“Sorry!! It was funny.” Azzi says throwing up a hand.

“Yeah yeah. well I’m l wet thanks to you.” Paige says, making her way to the kitchen for a towel.

Azzi snorts, “Ohhh really? I haven’t even touched you.”

“Azzi!!” Paige shouts, flursted.

Azzi shrugs getting up to walk over to Paige, “sorry, I couldn’t not say anything.”

“But you really could’ve.” Paige says patting her sweatpants.

“also, your sleeping over right?” Azzi asks, concerned that Page will try and drive.

“Ummm, I don’t know, we have school tomorrow.” Paige says, finally throwing away the damp towel.

Azzi crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s fine, my parents won’t be back until late tomorrow night. I can drive us both to school, we’re going to the same place.”

Paige sighs, knowing that she really shouldn’t sleep over. “I mean, sure.”

“Okayyyy, well. I’ll get you some clothes, You wanna shower too?” Azzi asks, starting to walk towards her room.

“yeah, thanks.” Paige says back, following her.

*****

After about an hour, both of the girls have showered and changed, now laying in Azzis bed as the alcohol starts to leave their systems.

Azzi turns to Paige, “hey, yknow I can sleep in the guest room if you want? You can have my bed.”

“No, are you kidding? I’ll go in the guest room, it’s fine.” Paige says, trying to not show her disappointment.

Azzis quiet for a beat, thinking what to say next,

“Uh-yknow, the guest room, it uh, gets really cold at night. So if you wanna sleep in here. That would be okay too.” She says, trying to sound as smooth as possible,

a smile tugs a Paige’s lips, then a full on smirk as she eyes Azzi, seeing her nervousness. “You want me to sleep in here?”

Azzi rolls her eyes and scoffs, “No! I was just being considerate.”

“Oh realllyyy? Because yknow I do hate cold rooms.” Paige says leaning back.

“yeah?”

“Yea.”

With this, Azzi moves foward to the bed from her chair. Getting under the blanket.

“Okay fine. But no gay stuff.” Azzi says, still not completely sober.

“Psh, like i’m the one to worry about.” Paige replies, getting under the blanket as well.

“You are, your more like-yknow.” She says gesturing over towards Paige.

“I’m more what? Experienced? Confident? Dreamy?” The blonde says, meeting Azzis gaze.

She promptly rolls her eyes, “Stupid, id say”

“You like it.”

“Shut up.”

“Goodnight Pretty”

“Fag.”

Paige loses it laughing, to which Azzi turns off the lights. Starting to drift away to the sound.

“Night” She mumbles, barely audible. But Paige hears it. Every part of her hears it.

****

Azzis alarm rings at 6:40 Am, waking her up.

She opens her eyes, trying to make sense of the night passing her, and is acutely aware of the hangover she has.

Then she thinks a little more, feeling the hot breath of someone else on her neck.

Paige.

Paige is in her bed. Asleep.

They got drunk together last night and now are asleep in her bed.

But something else is different. She feels a weight on her hip.

Lifting up the blanket crelfully, seeing that her and Paige drifted closer in the night.

Like.

A lot.

Paiges arm is wrapped around Azzis waist, her body almost fully pressed against hers, and Azzi turned towards her, if she moves her head a few inches, shed be an inch away from Paiges.

Panicking, all she can think of is to make Paige wake up first, have her deal with the position there in.

Which really, Azzi doesn’t hate. The warmth of Paige is like another blanket, and the feeling from waking up next to her is one she prays she gets to feel again. Making it even more clear that’s she’s fallen for Paige Beuckers. Hard.

She turns her phone volume up, the alarm ringing louder and closer, then tucks her head back down pretending to be asleep still.

Paige starts to stirr at the sound. slowly waking up, sending a deep exhale out onto Azzis neck which makes the younger girl shiver.

Then Paige stiffens, noticing there position.

She slowly moves her hand carefully of her waist, leaning over to stop the alarm.

Azzi decides she probably should “wake up” too, and pretends to do such.

The silence is painfully awkward.

“Uh, goodmorning?” Paige says, voice raspy.

Azzi throws both hands to cover her fae, “Don’t.”

Paige chuckles and starts to unwrap herself from the girl, sitting up.

“schools in like, an hour. Why do you get up so early?” Paige asks, starring down at Azzi.

Azzi uncovers her face, meeting Paiges soft blue gaze. She’s only prettier in the mornings.

Normally she face is sharp, sexy. But now, she’s…gorgeous. Long blonde hair down and soft, still tussled. Her normal piercing blue eyes relaxed, her lips and cheeks slightly rosy from the heat between the two of them. It’s all enough to make Azzi forget how to speak.

“Uhhh, you good?” Paige asks, a little self conscious in the moment.

“yeah, you just-uh you look..pretty.” Azzi says softly, still sleepy so not completely aware of what she just said.

Paige has been called a lot of things.

She’s been called Hot, Sexy, Fine.

But pretty? Never. Not by a girl at least, not genuinely. not by someone like Azzi.

“What?” Paige breathes out, confused by the new compliment.

“No, god no. Never mind sorry- that was weird.” Azzi says, trying to recover.

“no, no. don’t do that. Sorry, it just caught me off guard.” Paige replies, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “It’s just, no ones ever called me that before.” She admits,

Azzi looks at her, trying to see if she’s joking. “What? How’s that possible?”

Paige sighs, “Well, I mean Iike yeah I’ve been called pretty, but like. By my Dad or family or yknow people like that. But all the girls I’ve dated, they’ve always treated me kinda like a guy. They don’t really give out compliments like that.”

Azzi takes a second to process this, the still of the morning, the sunlight pouring in gold hues, the birds chirping.

“really? Then clearly you weren’t dating the right girls Paige” Azzi says softly, unsure if she should keep going.

Paige nods, biting the inside of her cheek. She doesn’t know if she should, but she feels a pull to just be completely honest with Azzi.

“I’d rather you then them say it though,”

“Paige…” Azzi says,

“Cmon. We have school.” Paige says, picking her normal tone back up.

Azzi nods and gets up. Knowing something’s changed.

***

Azzi goes to the closet, then realizing Paige is still in the bathroom, she shouts out. “Paige!! Can you come here in a second?”

Whilst Paige is having basically a breakdown in the bathroom, she shouts back. “Yeah! One sec.”

Paige looks up at herself in the mirror. She looks good. Not anything special. But good. Maybe even pretty.

she’s comfortable in the clothes she had in her bag, thankful to always have extra. Shes wearing a navy blue Nike hoodie, with some basketball shorts. Her Nike socks and white air forces along with of course a simple silver cross chain. She normally puts her hair up, but today it seems softer than normal (probably from using Azzis shampoo and conditioner) So she’s left it down. her bright blonde hair along with her blue eyes brighter from the blue of the hoodies working for her.

She walks back over to Azzis room, secretly hopping Azzi will think she looks good too.

She walks into the room, not seeing anyone. “Az?” She calls out,

“One second!” Azzi says from in her closet,

She peeks her head out fom the door, seeing Paige dressed and ready sitting on the bed.

“Hey, I just wanted to see if you wanna hit Starbucks before school?” Azzi asks, still only her head out from the closet due to the fact she’s not wearing a shirt.

Paige looks up nods, “yeah sure,”

Azzi smiles and goes back to the closet, putting on black ripped jeans shorts and a light purple tank top, along with her long curly hair down, one half tucked behind her ear. With mascara and highlighter on her already perfect face. She puts on a gold cross necklace too, with her normal gold ‘a’ necklace.

she walks out and grabs her phone, feeling Paige’s eyes on her.

“you look good” Paige says, eyeing her down. Azzi unknowingly wearing her favorite color.

Azzi gives her a genuine smile, “Thanks, you too.” She says taking in her appearance. Which is just..Paige. (So stunning)

“I have the worst hangover ever, can we please go before I die?” Azzi adds,

Paige stands up and stretches, “Nooo really, the girl who drank half her body weight in alcohol has a hangover?”

Azzi rolls her eyes and swings her backpack on her shoulder, “cmon, you’re driving.”

“Thought so” Paige says following her out of the room.

****

after school, practice is starting. Both Azzi and Paige had barely survived the day, having awful hangovers that school surely didn’t help. But they kept in contact most of the day, just texting here and there.

As Paige walks onto the court, her eyes scanning for Azzi, she hears ices voice, “Paige!”

Ugh.

Paiges turns around, knowing there’s nothing she can do. “Yes?”

ice walks up to her, “Oh nothing, me and Nika just wanted to chat for a second.”

“Yknow practice starts in like 10 mintues, maybe we shouldn’t now.”

Nika cuts in, “No, right now is actually the perfect time.”

Paige groans, not winning this clearly, “What did you want to talk about then?”

Nika glances at ice, “well, it’s wanted to know if you’ve seen Azzi lately, her behavior was a little strange on her live.”

Ice speaks up, “yeah, she seemed almost, drunk. You wouldn’t know anything about that right?”

“Nope.” Paige lies,

“yeah, stop lying. Were you with Azzi last night? No wait, we know you were with Azzi last night. We just really wanna know whats happening there.”

Paige shrugs, “Nothings happening, just hung out.”

Ice butts in again, “Hung out? Meaning, got drunk together went on live and made a fool out of herself?”

“and don’t forget the photo, I mean, crazy how those hands on Azzis waist seem similar to yours?”

“Weird, what a coincidence.” Paige answers, tone nonchalant.

Ice snorts, “Paige, whatever’s happening, be careful.”

“Sureeee, even though nothings happening” Paige says, walking away.

***

After practice the Varisty teams in the locker room, some icing, some on their phones.

“hey guys, so the party Friday? You guys still all coming?” Azzi speaks up.

the girls all chime in, nodding,

Caroline asks, “hey, whos party is it? You never said.”

Azzi sighs, thinking for a second. “Just this girl I know, her names Ash.”

“Ash? As in cheated on Paige Ash?” KK asks, looking between Azzi and Paige.

Paige nods, taking a slow sip of her water, “That’d be the one.”

“Wait what? And your going?” KK asks again,

“yeah, party’s a party yknow.” Paige says,

Ice scoffs, “You better not do anything stupid with her”

Paige locks her gaze onto Azzi, “You should be tellling that to her, not me.”

Azzis eyes widen, then notices all the girls looking at her.

“What does that mean?” Caroline asks,

“No clue.” Azzi responds.

The girls give confused looks, all not understanding the silent conversation between Paige and her.

“Uhhh, anyways, I’m gonna head out guys.” Ice speaks up, her and Kk standing up.

Ice saying this makes most of them follow, including Paige, all saying goodbye to each other and heading out.

Caroline walks up to azzi as they walk out, “hey, you wanna come over to get read for the party on Friday?”

Azzi smiles at her, “yeah, That’d be great!”

Caroline nods and smiles back, “K! See ya then.”

Azzi does the same, walking towards her car.

[cacoetheswriting]

Please more Congressman Bucky and his assistant - I beg of you. I love your writing so much, been a silent follower for a long time!

stop it omg! i'm glad you're here and i hope you enjoy this <3

pairing: congressman!bucky barnes x assistant!fem!reader word count: 1.5k

content warnings: suggestive & mature themes, adult language, workplace romance in the making (aka slow burn), power dynamic imbalance (boss/employee), age gap (although not necessarily specified, reader would be mid 20s and bucky is obviously over 100 lol), mutual pining, use of pet names, fluff, jealousy and slightly possessive bucky - unedited - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

a/n: technically part 2 of this fic, but can be totally read as a standalone.

A document remains hidden in the bottom drawer of Bucky’s desk, under some random paperwork that no one will ever need.

You’re his assistant. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s how it should be — despite said document itching at the back of his mind. The blank Consensual Relationship Agreement (just in case, or whatever bullshit he’s telling himself).

Days pass as normally as they can. Following a rather flirty lunch, you’re careful around him, not wanting to say anything untoward. Bucky notices this shift immediately and ultimately decides, despite the overwhelming urge to ask what’s on your mind, if you’re as confused as he is, equally lost in the possibilities, not to point it out. 

News of a job opportunity in London spreads through the office like wildfire. Working for the Prime Minister, now that’s experience Bucky can’t guarantee and he makes himself forget about the document along with the attached attraction and one conversation that led to almost… nothing. It led to nothing.

You don’t say anything to anyone, until the day of his big speech.

Karen, Head of Personnel and human resources police, informs the future congressman you took a couple of personal days. She doesn’t give any details, but Bucky suspects it has something to do with London. A pain in his chest, a crack.

Luckily, the event goes without a hitch. Bucky is a hit. His speech was impressive, jaw muscles relaxed — a vast improvement from the last couple of times, and there's only one person to thank.

Afterwards, he’s redirected to a different room where a portion of the attending voters, who are also big campaign sponsors, gather to meet with him personally for a further discussion. He’s circling the crowd, shaking hands and waving.

There, amongst the few, Bucky’s gaze immediately latches itself to you. Like a magnet. Surprise graces his otherwise brooding features and he chews the inside of his cheek, fighting back a smile.

You wave. Fingers dangling one by one.

“Excuse me,” he says to one of the sponsors currently accosting him, “I’ll be right back.”

All eyes are on him as he crosses the room, but he doesn’t care. You’re with him, not in London, like he suspected you might be.

“What are you doing here?” His tone is pleasant, welcoming. “It’s your day off.”

“I’ve been told to remind you about a charity dinner for Survivors of The Blip.”

“You could have called,” he says simply, “I’m a pretty relaxed boss. You don’t need to uproot your day to do your job, especially during your time off.���

“I know you don’t really check your phone when you’re attending these things,” you say, tilting your head sideways. “So I figured it’ll be easier to come here and remind you personally.”

You smile sweetly. And because silence stretches, as he holds your eye contact a little too long, you add:

“Plus I have a date in the area.”

Bucky’s jaw locks at the word ‘date’. The sting of jealousy is worse than thinking he may never see you again.

“I watched your speech on my way here,” you tell the brooding man, not letting him stew. “You did good. Definitely an improvement from last time.”

He drops his shoulders, relaxing, and lets out a low, breathy chuckle.

“I took your advice.”

You arch a brow. “Had S-E-X?”

“No, no.” Bucky shakes his head, smirking. “To test that theory, I’m waiting for a uh…”

“Worthy mate?”

He snorts. “Something like that.”

There’s another beat of silence. Charged with something far beyond platonic. He’s fighting the sense to reach for you, here in front of all these people.

“You should get back to mingling,” you say. “There will be a car waiting for you out front in an hour taking you to the hotel. You have a room, number 313. Here’s the key and you’ll find your tux hanging on the wardrobe door.”

“And you?” Bucky asks unintentionally. The key in his Vibranium palm, your fingers still gently pressing against the plastic.

“Me?”

“You know where I’ll be. Shouldn’t I know where you are?” He’s testing the waters. You can tell him to fuck off, he’ll understand. He’ll hate every second of it, but he’ll understand.

Instead, you roll your eyes. “I’ll send you a location pin, boss.”

And with that, you saunter out of the room. 

He watches you go off on your date with a sinking feeling in his chest. Rationally, Bucky knows it’s ridiculous. He’s got no claim on you. Aside from occasional light flirting, there’s nothing else going on between the two of you. He may want there to be — especially late at night, when he’s in bed all alone — but from what he hears, London is on the table and he won’t hold you back from chasing a dream.

The charity dinner is just more politics.

Bucky is bored out of his mind. He wishes for a friendly face. Sometimes Wilson attends these things, but tonight doesn’t seem to be on Captain America’s agenda. So he sits alone at the large banquet table and nurses a whiskey.

Someone will approach the odd time. Thank him for his good work or wish him luck in the upcoming election. He politely shakes their hand, makes small talk, and lets them walk away to the next table.

He thinks to thank you tomorrow. For the work you do. All these people, telling him how great he is for the personalised emails with detailed information on campaign progress. The meeting reminders, and the efficient follow-ups with transcribed minutes. The overall care. You do that.

Uncharted feelings aside, losing you to London would be a blow to his campaign.

And just as Bucky is thinking of possible ways to influence you to stay, his phone buzzes. He retrieves it from the inside pocket of his tux. Your name graces his screen and the brunette man can’t help the smile that circles his lips.

The text is simple. A location pin, as promised, to a restaurant a block away.

He types: Received with thanks.

Three dots appear, then disappear. One minute passes and nothing. Bucky thinks you must be enjoying your date and is about to lock his phone, put it away, when it vibrates in his grasp once more.

You: In case charity becomes too boring.

Bucky blinks at the words. He re-reads the text a couple of times to really make sure you’ve sent it, and even after he’s done so, he’s not sure what to make of it.

He sends: Am I faking a work emergency?

You: ???

Bucky: What about your date?

You: I wouldn’t be texting my boss if I was enjoying myself.

Then, a few seconds later.

You: No show.

The brunette man’s grip tightens around the glass in his hand. Anger rises, bubbles up inside his chest, waiting to burst. He does his best to suppress the feeling, but the thought of you sitting alone at a restaurant, stood up by some dickhead, makes it difficult.

He’s up on his feet, making his way through the crowd before he can talk himself out of the idea.

Outside, the air is chilling. Bucky hopes it’s not a sign of what’s to come. He walks down the dimly lit streets of the city, phone in one hand because even though he’s got your current location memorised, the blue dot is enticing. He can’t let it disappear.

He can’t let you disappear.

There it is again, the thought of losing you to London. Creeping up on him, then falling like a ton of bricks. Bucky quickly shakes his head. Trying to suppress what he’s feeling about this particular scenario. Now is not the time.

Nearing the restaurant, Bucky’s movement falters. He sees you standing outside. One arm hugging the long coat closer to your body, the other down your side, flicking ash off a cigarette. You lift your head in his direction, almost as if you can feel his gaze on you, and a smile flashes across your features.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” you say as he approaches. Honey-like tone, although a splinter of sadness.

“There’s only so much mingling I can handle.” Bucky’s careful with his words.

You raise a brow. “I suppose I’m flattered. Not every boss would choose his PA over a fancy dinner.”

He swallows. I’d choose you over everything, seems like too loaded of an answer. But the words are there, at the tip of his tongue. He just can’t push himself to say them. Yet.

“Should we go in?” Bucky asks, hand at the back of his head, uneasy, not wanting to let silence win because when it’s quiet, you might decide this — whatever this is — is a mistake. He’ll unintentionally push you towards London.

“I uh, I actually gave the table up,” you answer, putting the cigarette out, and he tries to hide his disappointment.

He swallows a breath, arm falling back down to his side. Then, Bucky looks around. Some passers-by point, whisper. His lips purse into a tight, fake smile. He waves and mouths hello, as always polite because that’s how he was raised, but truthfully, he wants you alone.

He’d even settle for alone-ish.

“But I’m assuming you didn’t eat?” The brooding brunette wonders, catching your eyes once again.

You shake your head in response.

“Then let’s go, sweetheart.” Charming tone and that damn moniker making your cheeks bloom with blood.

Bucky proceeds to turn on his heel and starts to walk, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you’re following — which, to his delight, you are.

With a bright smile on your face.

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[koojks]

note: did someone say.. progess? LOL.. actually maybe i'm lying, but there's definitely a shift. i just love making things difficult . anyways this is my favourite part so far!! so i hope u enjoy :)

wc: 4.5k

The library is too bright. 

Sunlight filters through the massive windows, stretching across the wooden tables, in long, golden streaks. The usual midday crowd is here. Groups huddled around textbooks, hushed voices discussing equations, and the rhythmic tapping of fingers against keyboards filling the space. 

It’s louder than last time. 

That night, it had been quiet, still, empty. There were no distractions. However, this time, it’s much busier, the atmosphere is different. But that’s not the problem. 

The problem is him. 

Jungkook is already here. 

You’re not sure why, but the fact of it bothers you slightly. 

Maybe it’s because you had counted on at least ten minutes of peace before he inevitably strolled in with some half-assed excuse for being late. That’s how it worked. That’s how it’s supposed to work. Maybe because it feels like a bit of a ‘fuck you’ call, to do this after last time, when he left you alone for almost an hour. 

But, nonetheless. he’s here. 

Sitting at the same table as before. Settled, sleeves pushed up, one arm stretched lazily over the back of a chair. His laptop open, notebook flipped to a page with actual notes on it. Pen twisting slowly between his fingers. 

Like he’s been here. 

Like he’s been waiting. 

You don’t pause, you don’t let it show that it throws you off. Instead, you pull out the chair across from him. and drop into it unceremoniously. 

“You’re early.” 

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even look up at first. 

“Or maybe you’re late.” he says, pen now tapping against his notebook. 

Your eyes narrow at his response. “That’s a bold accusation for someone who could barely show up last session.” 

That gets his attention. 

He tilts his head slightly, finally glancing at you. The pen between his fingers, twirling once more before stopping entirely. 

“People change.” He says simply. 

You let out a scoff, opening your laptop. “Yeah? Since when?” 

Jungkook shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “Since right now.” 

You don’t dignify that with a response, choosing instead to pull up the project document and start working. 

Jungkook doesn’t push it. 

Which is weird. 

Normally he’d drag things out. Argue simply to hear himself talk. Prove a point that never needed proving in the first place. 

But today, he just exhales through his nose, clicks on the document, and begins writing once again. 

You’re not sure what to do with that. 

So, you don’t do anything at all. 

You fall into a rhythm. 

The scratching of pen against paper. The quiet, muted clacks of your keyboard. The weight of silence hanging between you. Not unbearable, but not exactly comfortable either. 

Jungkook is actually working. 

Which in itself is suspicious. 

You keep waiting for something. For him to sigh dramatically, roll his eyes, complain. 

But he doesn’t 

Instead, he seems rather focused. His jaw tenses slightly when he reads through something. Playing with the piercing on his lip relentlessly. You notice his fingers tapping lightly against the table, before he crosses something out and rewrites it. 

It’s almost more annoying than when he wasn’t trying at all. 

Because at least when he’s an asshole, its predictable. You almost expect it from him. it’s become the not so pleasant dynamic between the both of you. Natural, almost. 

Now? You don’t know what the hell to do with this. 

The silence stretches. 

But for some reason, your attention is situated on him. 

Jungkook is sitting back now. Gaze trained on his laptop screen. His posture casual, like he’s barely paying attention, but his brows furrow slightly when he reads something. His sleeves are still pushed up high, exposing the veins running down his forearms, wrist flicking as he scribbles something in the margins of the notes. 

It’s annoying. 

He’s annoying. 

“Stop staring.” 

You blink. “Excuse me?” 

Jungkook doesn’t even look up. “You’re staring.” 

You roll your eyes. “I was just lost in thought.” 

He hums, finally meeting your gaze. “Thinking about me?” 

The words come out of his mouth so easily, so smoothly, that it barely registers at first. But something in the way he says it. expectant. certain. like its obvious, makes your lips part slightly before you shut your mouth again. 

Because of course he thinks that. 

Of course, he expects people to think about him. 

Jungkook isn’t just anyone on campus, you know this. people know him. He’s popular, sought after. The type of guy whose name runs in passing conversations, whose presence automatically shifts the energy in a room. 

And he knows it. 

Which is probably why he’s looking at you like he’s right. Like he’s waiting for you to admit it. The realization hits. 

And then, just as quickly, it pisses you off. 

Jesus Christ. 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You mutter, shaking your head, diverting your attention to your laptop.” You’re insufferable.” 

Jungkook grins, but something flickers behind his expression. It’s gone before you can process it. You don’t have time to dwell on it anyway. You don’t particularly care. 

Instead, you both fall back into your work. 

A while passes before Jungkook speaks again. 

“You look exhausted.” 

The words land softly, almost too casual, like he’s barely paying attention. But when you glance up, his eyes are already on you. 

It makes you feel strange. 

Your fingers hesitate over the keyboard before you sigh gently, shaking your head. “Long week.” 

Jungkook doesn’t reply right away. 

Instead, he leans back, stretching his arms over his head, before dropping them loosely by his sides. His jaw shifts, like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. 

The silence feels endless until— “You should rest more.” 

It’s so unexpected, so out of place, that your brain stutters for a second. 

You blink “What?” 

Jungkook shrugs and brings his attention back to his notes, breaking the eye contact you two shared, as if he said nothing at all. “Just saying, you’re zoning out.”

There’s nothing teasing in his tone. no smugness. no lazy amusement. 

Just an observation. 

Which somehow makes it worse. 

You don’t reply. Just go back to your screen, ignoring the way your chest tightens slightly. 

Not awkward. not tense. 

Just... different. 

Your focus is slipping. 

It’s subtle at first. The words on your screen blur together, your fingers hesitate over your keyboard, eyes flickering towards the time in the corner of your laptop screen. You have no idea what the last thing you even typed was. 

The last hour has bled into itself. 

The steady rhythm of researching, analyzing, summarizing, feels excruciatingly repetitive now. Your neck aches faintly, your posture has collapsed slightly and there’s a dull hum in your brain that wasn’t there before. 

You weren’t lying when you had told Jungkook it had been a long week. This project may have drained you mentally, sure. But class work was slowly piling up. and most nights had been an array of dark rooms and bright screens, ensuring you don’t fall behind in any subject. You were tired... 

You flex your fingers, stretching them against the table.

Five seconds. 

That’s all you need. 

So, without really thinking about it, you grab your phone. It’s instinct, a small break, a way to reset before diving back into the mundane mess that is waiting for you. 

But before you even unlock it, the screen lights up. 

A message. 

Taehyung: Jimin said you’re still at the library like a LOSER 

Taehyung: hurry up, movie night. i already picked something none of you are gonna like 

You exhale, unlocking your phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. 

You: how does it feel being the most unbearable person I know 

The response is almost immediate. 

Taehyung: sexy of me tbh. 

Taehyung: don’t take 500 years getting here. love u xoxo 

You scoff quietly, shaking your head. what an idiot 

It’s nothing urgent, just him being him. but your fingers move anyways, tapping out a reply. It’s supposed to be quick. 

But then another text comes through. 

And another. 

And before you realize it, your focus has completely shifted. 

“Having fun?” 

The words cut through the silence, taking away from your distraction. 

Your fingers pause over your phone screen before you look up. 

Jungkook isn’t looking at you directly. His chin rests against his palm, elbow propped up on the table, gaze flickering lazily between his work and you. 

Casual. Flat. 

But seemingly annoyed. 

You stare at him. “What?” 

Jungkook nods towards your phone. “Are we done studying now hm? Should I start scrolling on twitter too?” 

You scoff, locking your phone and placing it back on the table. “It was one message.” 

“Right.” his pen rolls between his fingers. “Just one.” 

You exhale sharply, crossing your arms and boring your eyes into his. “Not that it's any of your business.” 

Jungkook doesn’t look impressed. 

He also doesn’t look away. 

Instead, his fingers tap once against the table before he speaks again. 

“Just Taehyung?” 

You nod slowly. “Yeah.” 

Jungkook hums under his breath. “Figures.” 

Your jaw clenches slightly at his passive comment. “What does that mean?” 

He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms and biting at his lip ring once again. a small smile appearing on his face. His gaze flicks towards you- bored, amused. 

“Should’ve expected this. Not like you have many other friends.” 

Your jaw almost drops. What a dick. 

“You are so annoying.” 

Jungkook smirks. “Am I wrong?” 

You glare. “Yes.” 

“Alright.” He leans forward, arms resting on the table. “Name three.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Jungkook grins, bright smile showing. like he found the outmost joy in taking the piss out of you. “That’s the reaction of someone with exactly two friends.” 

You consider throwing your pen at him. But before you can, your phone vibrates again. 

You glance down. Another text from Taehyung. 

Taehyung: Jimin's already on his way. u better be too 

Jungkook notices. His smirk drops, barely. And then, like it’s nothing, he shifts once again in his chair. 

“What’s so important that you’ve given up on studying anyways.” 

You shrug. unlocking your screen again, all focus on your phone as you reply. “He invited me over for movie night.” 

Jungkook pauses. Falters slightly. “...Ah.” 

You look up at him. “What.” 

Jungkook rolls his shoulders, eyes flickering to the window, staring intently at the trees. acting as unbothered as one possibly can. “Yeah. He mentioned something to me earlier. Thought it was just gonna be me and him.” 

Something about the way he says it, makes you feel weird. 

Not annoyance. 

Not jealousy. 

Just… something. 

“He probably just forgot to tell you.” 

Jungkook hums, clicking his pen a few times. “Yeah.” He mutters. “Guess so.” 

The moment stretches too long before you decide to let it go. 

The library has emptied out by the time you both start gathering your things. Pens clicking shut, laptops closing with a quiet snap, bags slung over shoulders. Jungkook moves slower than usual, like he’s almost not in a rush to leave. 

Maybe you aren’t either. 

Finally stepping outside, the air is colder than before, the sun is still out, barely, sky cloudy, thick with something unspoken. 

Jungkook is already half a step ahead of you when he speaks. 

“You need a ride?” 

You pause. Almost falter. He says it so casually, that for a second, it didn’t even fully register in your brain. Or maybe it’s because why the fuck would he say that? 

“You glance up at him, eyes trained on his face. “What?” 

Jungkook exhales, as if he regrets this already. “A ride. To our place?” 

You’re still processing this. You blink, thrown off. “You’re offering me a ride?” 

Jungkook scoffs. “No. I’m asking you if you want to freeze.” 

You hesitate. Not because you don’t want the lift. but because he’s the one offering. 

A week ago, he hadn’t. 

It was raining then, pouring actually. Much worse weather than it was today. Your backpack was literally soaked through. clothes clinging heavily to your skin, and Jungkook had barely spared you a glance before heading off that day, never mind a word. 

And now, he was here, offering. 

You shift on your feet. “Why?” 

Jungkook looks at you, no emotion can be found behind his eyes, but he doesn’t break the contact you two share. 

“Because I live there.” He mutters, adjusting the strap on his bag. “And I’d be kind of a dick to make you walk, especially since we are going to the same place. I’m not that awful you know.” 

It’s casual. Thrown out like it’s an afterthought. But something about it sticks. 

You suppose it’s better not to dwell on it, you’ve spent a lot of time with this man in the last week. Instead, you nod, messing with the rings on your fingers as a makeshift distraction. “Fine.” 

Jungkook doesn’t respond, he nods slightly and continues walking to his car. 

This time not ahead of you, but next to you. 

The walk to his car feels longer, and it’s quiet. almost too quiet. 

The air is slowly getting colder, crisp and sharp, slipping through the fabric of your jacket as the two of you make your way through the dimly lit parking lot. The sky has shifted a lot in a short amount of time. It’s now a deeper shade of blue, the last remnants of daylight stretching across the sky in streaks of orange and violet. 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, doesn’t glance at you, just unlocks the car with a silent click of his key, and takes himself to the driver's side like this is totally normal. 

But it’s not normal. 

Not for either of you. 

Because despite sharing the same friend group, and spending several hours together for this group project, this is really the first time you’ve spent with each other truly alone. with no obligations. No one else is around, no distractions. 

And that feels noticeable. 

You hesitate briefly before opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat. The car smells clean, like leather, with something sharper underneath. Probably his cologne. It lingers enough to make you feel somewhat hyper aware of this unpredicted situation. 

Jungkook doesn’t start the car right away. He takes his time, adjusts his seat, and shifts around slightly, fingers drumming softly against the steering wheel. 

You get the feeling he’s waiting for you to do or say something first. 

So, you pull out your phone. Deciding it’s the simplest way to avoid such an awkward situation. Scrolling mindlessly, pretending he’s not here. 

The silence stretches. And for some strange reason he doesn’t put on music. Maybe he’s just focused, or maybe he’s equally aware of how strange this moment is. 

You don’t really like the thought of that. 

Jungkook exhales, sharp but quiet. “You always this easy to shut up?” 

You glance at him. “You always this desperate to hear my voice?” 

His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t take the bait. Rather, he finally starts the car, and the low rumble of the engine fills the silence between you two. 

As he pulls out of the parking lot, the streetlights flicker one by one, illuminating the inside of the car softly. The passing headlights of other cars on the road cascade over Jungkook’s profile, enhancing the sharp outline of his jaw, the dim sparkle of his piercing, and the soft look in his eyes, as they flick between the road and the rearview mirror. 

You’re not too sure why you notice. Or why you’re suddenly so aware of the way the lights move on his skin, shifting with each passing second. Maybe it’s because for once, he’s not being insufferable. 

Or maybe it’s because you’ve never had the chance to look before. 

Whatever the reason it, it weighs on you for a moment, it feels quite unsettling. 

“You’re quieter when we’re not arguing.” 

You blink, snapping out of it. “Huh?” 

He doesn’t glance at you, just focuses intently on the road. “Feels weird. I think you’re more annoying when you’re silent.” 

You scoff. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” 

“Yeah?” He lets out a quiet laugh. “That’s a first.” 

His fingers drum idly against the gear shift. “You spend half of your time arguing with me. What? do you just pick and choose when to bite back?” 

You roll your eyes. “I argue with you because you are so difficult with me.” 

He smirks slightly, flicking on his turn signal. “Right.” 

The silence that follows is different to the last. Less tense, but still not comfortable. Like something has shifted, and neither of you really know how to place it. 

You turn toward the window, watching the city move past. The glow of the streetlights flash in and out of view, the scenery calming. 

Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose. You’re too busy looking out of the window to think much of it. Until he speaks again 

“You look better when you’re not scowling you know.” 

Your fingers twitch. 

It’s not a compliment. Not really. 

But from the way he usually speaks to you? he basically sung your praise. 

A second passes. Then another. You don’t say anything. 

He clears his throat. “Not that I care or anything.” 

You exhale a short laugh, shaking your head as you turn to look at him. “You’re so annoying.” 

“Tragic for you.” 

The weight of something lingers. You feel it in the quiet that follows once again, in the way the streetlights blur outside, in the way Jungkook’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel before he finally pulls into the street of his flat.

Neither of you speak when he parks. 

That moment. Whatever it was. Ends. 

Jungkook shuts off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of his car without a word. You take a second longer before following. 

The cold air outside does something to shake off whatever that drive was. Not entirely, but it seems to make you feel lighter. 

Jungkook walks ahead to the apartment building, he doesn’t wait for you, but he doesn’t rush either. Just moves at his usual pace, knowing you’ll follow. 

By the time you reach the door, he unlocks it, pushes it open, and steps aside without looking at you. 

“Go ahead,” he says quietly. 

You do. 

And as soon as you step inside. As soon as the familiar scent of their apartment settles in your lungs, you come to realize. That shift that started in the car? 

It followed you inside. 

The apartment door clicks shut behind you, enclosing the warmth of the space. It’s The kind of warmth that is created by the energy of people who exist comfortably, peacefully. 

The scent of something woody and citrusy lingers in the air, more than likely one of Taehyung’s candles that he has forgotten to blow out. The lighting is slow, softened by the faint blue glow of the TV screen, casting soft shadows across the room. 

There’s a familiarity here. In a home that isn’t yours, but for some reason it just feels like it belongs to the people in it. 

Taehyung is in the kitchen, stirring something lazily in a mug. Tea, you assume. His sleeves bunched up to his elbows. Jimin is draped across a couch. stretched out like he owns it, one arm thrown behind his head while he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. The two of them don’t look up immediately when you and Jungkook step inside. 

Finally, Jimin glances up, gaze flicking between the two of you, his mouth slowly quirking into an amused smile. 

“Oh, that’s cute.” 

Jungkook doesn’t even entertain it. 

He doesn’t pause, doesn’t react. just exhales loudly thought his nose and heads straight to the kitchen. opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. Like he needs to do something to drown out this conversation. 

Your brows furrow. “What is?” 

Jimin gestures vaguely in your direction with his phone. “You guys showed up together.” 

You blink. “We literally came from the same place.” 

Taehyung hums, lifting his mug and taking a slow sip. “And now you’re arriving at the same place.” 

Jimin nods. “Together.” 

Jungkook exhales sharply from the kitchen, muttering something under his breath. 

Taehyung just grins, setting down his mug on the counter. “Relax, we’re just making an observation.” 

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, there’s no problem, right?” 

You shake your head, ignoring them as you make your way towards the couch. 

“I hate you both.” 

Jimin lifts his hands in surrender. “And yet, here you are.” 

The apartment settles into a peaceful rhythm. 

The soft rustling of Taehyung flipping through movie choices. The occasional complaint from Jimin about every option. The background hum of the city filtering through the windows. 

Jungkook is still in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, sipping his water like it’s giving him something to do. His presence isn’t loud. He’s always had this ability to take up space without really demanding attention, and for some reason, you feel it today. 

Jimin stretches out on the floor now, crossing his arms behind his head as he watches Taehyung cycle through movies at a painfully slow pace. 

Casually, without diverting his attention, he speaks up. 

“You good man?” 

Jungkook barely reacts. 

Just shifts his weight slightly against the counter, his jaw tensing for a split second before he scoffs. 

“What are you talking about.” 

Jimin finally lifts his head, studying him for a second. Then shrugs. “Dunno. You just seem-” 

Jungkook interrupts, exhaling and tilting his head back slightly. “I’m fine.” 

Jimin's lips twitch. “Defensive.” 

Jungkook doesn’t answer. Just takes another slow sip of his water, like he’s done with the conversation. But something about it lingers. 

You sink into one on the couches, leaning slightly against the armrest. It’s comfortable, cozy. Everyone is settled in. 

Besides Jungkook. 

He eventually moves away from the kitchen, walking lazily towards the living room. However, you can’t help but feel what he’s doing is calculated. He doesn’t sit next to Jimin on the floor, you suppose he’d sit on the couch with Taehyung if he wasn’t outright lying across the whole thing. 

But he sits next to you.

It’s not an event, it’s not a moment, but you recognize it. You feel it. 

The apartment settles into silence as the movie begins, the glow of the screen covering the room in flickering shadows. It’s a thriller. Quiet, straightforward. The kind of film that thrives on tension rather than action. It’s quite boring, in all honesty. But you watch it, nonetheless, trying to make sense of whatever is happening on the screen. 

You move slightly, adjusting into the cushions, letting the film pull your focus. Not paying much mind to what you’re doing really. And then it happens. 

Not a deliberate movement. Not something intentional. 

Just a shift. 

A slow, unthinking action, as you attempted to settle more comfortably into your space. Except when you moved, your leg presses against Jungkook’s. 

Not a graze, or a fleeting touch. 

It settles there. 

You can feel the warmth of his body seeping to yours. Neither of you move. 

Not right away. 

Not even when the moment stretches too long, to the point where it’s no longer an accidental touch. When the weight of it becomes something tangible, something felt. 

Jungkook doesn’t tense. He doesn’t move away. He just...let's it exist. 

And so do you. 

For a second you tell yourself you’re imagining the heaviness of it. That if you really acknowledge it, like you are, then it will make it a thing, and neither of you are in the business of making things a thing. 

You are so weirdly lost in the thought of it, until Jimin notices. 

It’s not loud, not obnoxious. 

Just a slow, downward glance. A flicker of recognition, before his lips curve upward, smirk barely concealed. 

“Interesting.” he whispers. 

Jungkook shifts. 

And suddenly, the space made it enough to mean nothing. 

The warmth lingers, for a moment. and neither of you so much as look in the direction of each other. But what just happened, felt like you acknowledged each other in a way that isn’t spoken with words. 

The movie presses forward, progressing at a horrifically slow pace. But you aren’t following at all. 

The atmosphere in the room feels weird. Though nothing has particularly happened to warrant it. It’s still the same dim lighting, the same quiet dialogue on screen, the same people sharing the same space. But something feels off. 

Jungkook hasn’t moved much since shifting away earlier, but there’s something about the way he’s sitting now. It’s subtle, but there’s a quiet stiffness to his posture, and a tenseness in his hands where they rest awkwardly in his lap. 

You all watch in silence, some more entertained than others. Until, his phone buzzes. 

It’s quiet, hardly noticeable beneath the hum of the film, but you see it. 

See the way his fingers tighten around the device, the way his gaze flickers down, almost intently, reading something that doesn’t change his expression, but does something. 

It’s brief, the way his thumb swipes over the screen, but the glow of the notification illuminates long enough that you catch it. 

A name. 

One you don’t recognize. 

But then again, why would you? 

Because the second he registers it, he moves. 

Jungkook exhales, sitting forward like he’s making this decision in real time, like he’s choosing his next action in a way that isn’t completely thought through. 

He doesn’t make much of a scene. No explanation given. Just rises from the couch, too smooth, deliberate. almost practiced. 

For a second, no one else reacts. You suppose This is something he does often by the lack of bother from Jimin and Taehyung. 

Until Jimin finally glances up, a hint of what you can only assume is disgust in his face. His brows furrowing slightly. “Right now?” 

Jungkook doesn’t make eye contact with anyone in the room, attention focused anywhere else. He just shrugs, fingers still curled around his phone, as he makes his way toward the door. 

“Yeah.” 

No details, no offer the clarify. 

He picks up his keys from the counter, spinning them idly in his fingers before turning toward the door. And he’s gone before anyone can say anything else. 

The door clicks shit behind him, cutting through the quiet of the apartment like a knife. 

You exhale, shifting in your seat once again, almost like you’re trying to shake something off, something strange that feels like it’s lingering in the air. 

It’s almost nothing, but it’s not. You continue watching the film, feeling just a bit unsettled. 

The only issue being that you don’t know why. 

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[alastorsbookie10228]

Heyyy! Can you do a reader comforting the hazbin hotel men after a nightmare? Thank you! 🙃

Come here, let me hold you

Hazbin Hotel men (Alastor, Angel Dust, Adam, Lucifer)

Warning: established relationships (idk if that's a warning lol)

i'm gonna do Husk and Vox on a different post. i couldn't think at the moment, but they're on the way i promise!!!

Alastor never usually slept; only on rare occasions. but when you insisted on him laying next to you, how could he resist? he would normally read while you slept if he didn't have the intentions of hitting the hay. but tonight was one of the few nights that he slept. definitely one that you'll replay in the back of your mind for the rest of your afterlife.

you woke in the middle of the night, feeling an eerie presence behind you. when you turned and sat up, you were met with a truly horrifying sight.

Alastor was in his full demonic form, lanky limbs stretched out on the mattress and demonic symbols floating around him. his body twitched and his antlers grew in size as you watched, horror etched onto your features. tears pooled at your waterline as you watched, afraid to even move.

timidly, you stuck out a hand and gently touched Alastor's arm.

big mistake.

his eyes shot open and he looked at you with a glare so menacing you thought you were about to double die. he roughly grabbed your wrist, his claws digging slightly, making blood seep out. you look at your wrist, a shriek slipped past your lips without you realizing as you looked back at Alastor with fear in your eyes.

he must have known that you were scared because his grin faltered slightly.

"Al," you whisper, "i didn't mean...you were having a nightmare. i didn't know what to do."

Alastor's eyes softened and his antlers shrunk slightly, along with his limbs. the symbols disappeared and he slowly sat up, still maintaining eye contact with you. he slowly released your wrist and looked down at it.

"my dear..." Alastor said softly, no static filtering his voice. "i am...terribly sorry. i understand your true intentions, and i send my gratitude, but it's best to let me go through what i'm going through if you'd like to keep your life."

it wasn't intended to be threatening, you knew that. but you felt scared. scared that he might hurt you.

"i'm sorry...i just wanted to make sure you were okay"

he nods, his usual smile falling to a grin as he leans in and kisses your lips. "i truly apologize for making you fearful, dearest. let us rest."

he guided you to lay back down onto the soft mattress dressed in red satin sheets, his arm wrapping around you and holding you close.

"i love you, dearest"

Angel liked to sleep. a lot. he and Fat Nuggets would lay in bed all day. and it was even better if you were there, too.

you were currently laying next to Angel, fast asleep. you were a light sleeper, even Fat Nuggets shifting woke you up. you felt shifting beside you and stirred awake, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. you look around the dark room, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, then look over at Angel. he was sweating, and his eyebrows were arched in fear. you leaned over, elbow digging into the pillow beside Angel’s head as you placed your hands on his cheeks, gently stroking them with your thumbs.

“Angel, baby. come on, wake up.” you say softly. Angel starts to stir slightly and opens his eyes. they widen slightly when they land on you.

“oh my god, are you okay?!” Angel says, swiftly pulling you into a tight hug. he starts to cry softly into your shoulder, and all you can do is hold him.

“Angel, what happened?” you ask him. he pulls you closer, his body racking with sobs. you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his temple, your other hand rubbing his back.

“you died, baby. you died and i couldn’t do nothin’. i was so scared.” Angel said into your shoulder. you hold him tighter, worry etched onto your features.

“baby, i’m not going no where. i promise.” you say into his hair and kiss all over his face. “i love you too much to leave you, darling.”

Angel looked up at you and wiped his eyes with his upper set of arms, his bottom set hugging your waist. he smiles softly.

“promise, toots?”

“i promise, baby”

you lean down and kiss him softly. he smiles into the kiss and holds your face, but the kiss was short lived due to a needy pig squeezing himself between you two. you and Angel both laugh softly and snuggle Fat Nuggets. as you drift off, the last thing you hear is Angel’s soft voice.

“i love you, baby”

Adam is a pretty heavy sleeper. he sleeps through anything, especially when he's having a nightmare.

it was roughly 1am, and you were still up. you were tossing and turning, still unable to fall asleep. your head snapped to Adam when you heard a small whimper. his face was contorted in fear and his limbs were stretched around his side of the bed.

"Adam, honey. wake up" you whisper, leaning over to him.

no luck, obviously. he could sleep through a hurricaine.

"Adam, come on. wake up" you shake his shoulder, and his eyes snap open. his body shoots up as he gasps, his face buried in his hands.

"Adam...what's going on? you've been having nightmares all week, baby."

Adam looks at you with eyes that tug at your heart. pupils large and tears threatening to spill out of his beautiful golden eyes.

"oh, baby." You guide him to lay back down and cuddle into his side, your arm subconsciously stretching over his stomach, the part of his body that he's most insecure of, and caress his wing.

"i'm not leaving you, Adam. i promise" you say, leaning up and kissing his chin. "i love you too much to leave you"

Adam looked down at you, his eyes glossed with tears as he looks at you with pure love.

"you mean more to me than Eve and Lillith combined. i'd die if i didn't have you" Adam whispered, making your heart flutter.

"i love you, Adam. now sleep. i'll be here when you wake up"

Adam shifted onto his side so he faced you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, a dopey smile tugging at his lips.

"i love you, babe"

"go to sleep, dick master"

"FUCK YEAH! someone understands my role here! fucking finally!"

"shut up and sleep, Adam*

Lucifer liked to wrap his wings around you while you slept, mainly because it made you feel safe, but also because he wanted to assure himself you wouldn't leave like Lillith.

your eyes flutter open as you feel Lucifer's wings twitching against you. you peer up and see Lucifer crying in his sleep, a distressed look on his face. you quickly sit up and bring him close to you, holding him.

"hey, hey, it's okay, Luci. i need you to wake up, my love" you coo softly, looking down at his face.

his eyes open swiftly and his wings open to their full size, knocking the nearby painting off the wall.

"hey, you're okay. it's okay" you say to him, your heart breaking as he looks up at you with fear in his glossed-over eyes.

"you...you're still here? you didn't leave?" Lucifer says softly, his hand reaching up to touch your face. your heart aches even more as he says this.

"no baby, i didn't leave. i'll never leave. i promise" you say, running your fingers through his hair.

his large red irises bore into you lovingly as a tear falls from his eye.

"you...you won't?" Lucifer questions, and you shake your head.

"never ever. i'll stay here as long as you'll let me" you say, leaning down to peck his lips.

he looks up at you with a small smile. his eyes say everything his mouth can't right now.

"come on, Luci. let's go back to bed." you say, guiding him to lay back down. once you're comfortably situated, he buries his face in your chest and falls asleep rather quickly.

you giggle softly, "good night Lucifer. i love you"

[feyburner]

In ur version, does Batman or Superman even approve of Kon and Tim being together?

Lol sorry I’m sure you intended this as an art prompt but instead I used it as a silly little writing exercise.

Clark Kent (Daily Planet) »

Hi! Do you have a moment to chat?

« Bruce Wayne

That depends.

Clark Kent (Daily Planet) »

On what?

« Bruce Wayne

On the subject matter, Clark Kent, Daily Planet Reporter.

Clark Kent (Daily Planet) »

Shoot. hang on

Superman (Justice League) »

Hi! Do you have a moment to chat?

« B

How many times a day does that happen

Just tell me. I can take it

Superman (Justice League) »

Not… that many…

« B

How many records are we scrubbing.

This week.

Superman (Justice League) »

Listen

You are the one who chose to make secret phones that are identical to normal phones

I don’t know what you were expecting

« B

It’s precautionary. In case they get lost.

They’re not identical. The Batcell’s haptic interface hardware is superior to the iPhone’s.

Slightly bigger too.

0.3mm.

Superman (Justice League) »

I’ll refrain from the obvious comment

But know I am thinking it

« B

So there’s a visual difference.

You have x-ray vision.

Superman (Justice League) »

If you think I’m going to x-ray my phone to figure out if the haptic interface software is 0.3mm larger than an iPhones every single time I need to send a text you are nuts

That’s you

« B

Learning memes are we.

Superman (Justice League) »

That’s not a meme. It’s a reaction image

I think

« B

Doesn’t a reaction image have to be sent in reaction to something? By definition?

Superman (Justice League) »

I dont know.

« B

I don’t either.

Superman (Justice League) »

Okay.

« B

You said you wanted to chat?

Superman (Justice League) »

Yes

And let me just preface this with:

I am about to tell you something and I need you to be, with all due respect, so normal about it

« B

Jesus fucking Christ, what happened?

Superman (Justice League) »

Nothing!! bad

Nothing bad

« B

Where are you? Can you call?

Superman (Justice League) »

Ok calm down, I’m fine, everything is fine

I can theoretically call but I think this is the kind of thing you’re going to want to sit with, on your own, for a second

Maybe 30 full seconds actually. Maybe sit for 30 full seconds before taking any action

« B

Kal El, I am catastrophizing at the speed of sound.

Superman (Justice League) »

Then I bet it will be such a huge relief to learn that all Im going to say is I have it on good authority that Superboy has something to tell you, and normally I would never breach his trust like this, but again: I cannot emphasize enough that I need you to be so, so normal. When he tells you. Which I have reason to believe he will, imminently

« B

Alfred has just informed me that Superboy is on the doorstep.

On the doorstep, Kal.

Of my home.

Superman (Justice League) »

Huh!

« B

He’s asked to speak with me in the parlor.

“In the parlor.” Quote.

I forgot we had one of those.

What is this.

Superman (Justice League) »

Well

I think there’s a chance Kon is about to be very, very brave, to your face

And—keep in mind I’m saying this as someone who thinks the world of you and has boundless trust and faith in your ability to be kind, selfless, and accepting—

If he doesnt leave that house with a smile on his face and a spring in his step I will ruin your life.

« B

Jesus.

I know you’re only threatening me because of that, thing I said. Last time.

And yet, it’s still effective.

Superman (Justice League) »

« B

Yeah.

Superman (Justice League) »

Yeah?

« B

Yeah.

Superman (Justice League) »

:)

« B

:)

I have to go meet your kid. “In the parlor”

Superman (Justice League) »

Be nice :)

« B

I will.

I know what he’s going to say anyway.

Superman (Justice League) »

Oh?

« B

He, and coincidentally also Robin, needs to work on his situational awareness.

With an emphasis on remembering to scan the environment for CCTV cameras.

Superman (Justice League) »

Ok to be fair there are a lot of cameras these days

« B

The incident in question took place on the rooftop of Wayne Tower.

Superman (Justice League) »

I see.

« B

Yeah.

Superman (Justice League) »

Yeah.

Unrelatedly are you coming over later?

« B

So you can ruin my life?

Yes.

Superman (Justice League) »

See you then :)

« B

Yes.

Wait.

It’s not weird now that…?

Superman (Justice League) »

Holidays may get awkward but I’m sure we will all cope.

« B

Okay.

:)

Superman (Justice League) »

Tell Kon I said hi!

« B

I will.

*

« B

Hey it’s Batman. I fucked up.

Superman (Justice League) »

What??

« B

Not with Kon’s thing. That went fine. But we kept talking and I mayh ave let something slip and I’d liek to apologize in advance bc I htink he’s on the way

Superman (Justice League) »

Kons at my window???

« B

Sorry.

Superman (Justice League) »

I will ruin your life!!!!!

« B

Nuts.

[moon-ttokki-x]

hello. 😊 if it's not a bother, could i please request stray kids celebrating their 9th member’s birthday with her (please leave her age unspecified)? 🥰 no pressure, it's okay if you don't do this! 🤗

hiyoooo this was such a cute request . . . i didn't do a traditional fic bc i know everyone likes to celebrate differently >< i'm def more a lowkey type of person but i know others who like to go all out <3 here you goooo

skz and celebrating their 9th member's birthday

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member!reader

summary: how skz would celebrate your birthday !

genre: fluff, idol! au, chaotic skz, reader celebrates their birthday, age left unspecified (though they're the youngest of the group), cute innie, big brother skz agenda all the way, mentions of forehead kisses, mentions of eating, mentions of chan's back pain

a/n: happy birthday to anyone who's celebrating lol

skz masterlist

so how skz celebrates your birthday definitely depends on whether you're a big, grand gesture sort of person or not

if you are

then expect half the company to be there at the party

or a big fancy event in one of the halls

lots and lots of singing and dancing, if your birthday happens to fall on a skz concert date, they'll definitely perform 'happy birthday' and sing one of your favourite songs

lots of gifts

i mean lots

they could be the most random things too

we all know how leeknow gifts things

so expect anything from a new nachimbong to a cucumber

skz would def be the type of people to surprise you at the dorms too, with a whole massive spread of food and sweets

felix would def be baking for you too

and there'd be a cake in your favourite colour with your name written on slightly messy icing on the top

when you look closer you notice your name is spelt wrong

jeongin excitedly points out that he wrote your name on the top and you kiss his forehead anyway in thanks

bc he's cute and you would never point out the fact that he spelt his only younger member's name wrong

oh well

you appreciate the gesture anyway

then it's gifts

most of them are good and you love them

but there's a select few that make you laugh

like a matching horse mask from jisung or a singular messed-up paintbrush from hyunjin

you keep them anyway for the memories

(and make a mental note to scare chan with the horse mask later, alongside jisung, who already has one of his own)

shhh !!

then it's opening the cards from each member

again, super cute messages from the members, aside from seungmin's card

he's just written in sparkly blue gel pen 'you survived another year'

'good job'

and that's it

slightly menacing but you thank him for it anyway, watching him grin as you place it down

and then it'd be a night out at the mall or the arcade

or anywhere you want to go

expect to be spoilt by your eight older brothers

they spare no expense to make you happy

whether you choose to take advantage of that or not is up to you

changbin or chan would def let you climb on their back as a once-off

and they'd carry you through the streets while you giggle in their ear

changbin doesn't even feel you

while chan is wishing he'd stretched his back earlier

you all end up falling asleep in a heap as soon as you guys get back to the dorms

no one has bothered to undress either so you all wake up looking like you did the night before

if you're not a grand gesture sort of person

or you just get a little shy on your birthday

skz will def be a little more lowkey

some of the members, especially the maknaes, don't really understand why you don't want to go all out for it

but they try to make you happy anyway

personally i feel like they wouldn't make too much of a fuss in fear of upsetting you

so you'd wake up as per normal and go to the kitchen

and minho has cooked breakfast for you

your fav obviously

and the other members just kind of go about their business and wish you a happy birthday

chan def stops to kiss the crown of your head bc you're like his little sibling and felix does the same

bc he's sweet like that

your day then goes as per normal

maybe with a lot less schedules and practices bc no one wants to do work on their birthday

unless you're super productive i guess

but yeah

and then you get home and walk into the living room

the boys have set up a blanket fort and a mess of cushions and pillows on the lounges

netflix is already loaded on the screen and chan and hyunjin have ordered takeout for everyone

so you all dress down into comfy clothes and pyjamas and sit and eat while watching a movie

your pick ofc

they do bake you a cake, or buy one for you if you're not into that

but they don't sing happy birthday bc they don't want to embarrass you

the maknaes def try and burst into off-tune song

you just let them bc it's funny

'you guys are literally singers how do you massacre 'happy birthday'...'

anyway

you all fall asleep in a heap with frosting-flavoured lips and sticky fingers

when you end up waking up, you decide to go to your bedroom

there's gifts from all the members on the bed and cards too

which makes you tear up

bc they were considerate enough to determine that you might be uncomfortable opening them in front of everyone

you make sure to thank them all the next day

skz loves you so much and will do anything to see you happy <3

a/n: i want cake now

[lsunstreakerl]

SUNNY. MAX DEVELOPS SOFTWARE FOR F2/F3 SIM. I WILL NEED A CURRENT UNIVERSE FICLET OR SMTH FROM YOU PLEASE. SUNNY R U LISTENING.

okay I know absolutely jack shit about how sim development works and I hate BS'ing in my work, so hopefully this isn't too incorrect! if someone knows better than me, please feel free to infodump about it :)

"Mate, that is way better than when I was in F2."

Kimi squeaks as George's voice startles him, running low over a kerb as his teeth rattle in his head.

"Mate."

"Sorry! I was going to say that Toto wants to do lunch with us— didn't mean to scare you."

He definitely did. Kimi is learning that George is just as prone to jokes and hazing as the other drivers, the only difference being that he's polite about it. Mostly.

Kimi swings out of the sim, stretching his legs with a low groan.

"You can take it for a spin if you are missing it so much."

George snorts, arms folded across his chest. His hair is loose, falling across his forehead, and he's just in a hoodie and shorts— Kimi has seen him more casually in the factory in the past few weeks than he'd seen in the media ever. It makes him feel more human, even if part of him still feels untouchable.

"Yeah, I can't imagine it's improved much."

Kimi shrugs, hugging one knee to his chest to stretch his hips, wobbling slightly on his one leg.

"I liked it— it helps with learning the smaller differences and all that."

George raises an eyebrow, checking his watch before shrugging and stepping into the sim.

"Watch the door and tell me if someone's coming by, so I can blame it on you."

Kimi rolls his eyes, dutifully stepping backwards to be able to view the hallway as he pulls out his phone.

Kimi: george is trying the f2 sim

Ollie: LOL

Ollie: WHY

Kimi: he doesn't believe it's better than when he used it

Kimi: which is stupid

Kimi: of course it's better

Kimi: he's just old

Ollie: don't let him hear you say that

Ollie: the botox mercedes curse is real

Kimi: if he comes in with filler I will tell Toto to set up his retirement account

Ollie: and then put in a good word for me?

Kimi: you are earmarked as a ferrari sacrifice already mate

Kimi: don't even bother

Ollie: I'll fix them

Ollie: just you wait

"Kimi, what the hell are they feeding the dev drivers?"

George sounds incredulous as he takes a corner.

"Why is it so good?"

Kimi laughs, tucking his phone in his pocket.

"I should be asking you, honestly. I am not sure how there is enough time in a formula one schedule to do sim work for us, but it is very nice."

"Huh?"

George takes a corner too sharp in a move that would've sent Kimi into the wall, but he manages to recover it, lips pressed together in concentration for a moment before relaxing again. Kimi feels the envy like a physical beast in his chest, the same way he does every time he's reminded how much further he has to go.

He's always careful to be perfectly ready in the mornings, to have his employee badge clearly visible, but George shows up in casual clothes and an easy confidence, knows all the team members by name, has Susie's coffee order memorized— it all feels unattainable to him. He's not sure how he'll ever match up, and finds himself wondering if it will always be obvious to everyone, if he's always going to look like a kid trying to wear his older brothers shoes.

Still, George had sounded genuinely confused.

"Well... I know Max does a lot of the work, but surely the rest of you do sometimes also? It cannot all be him?"

George goes into the wall, twisting to look at Kimi.

"Verstappen? Wait, no— don't tell me. That's exactly who you mean."

Kimi nods.

"Kimi, I am going to be very serious with you."

George swings out of the sim, stepping forward and putting his hands Kimi's shoulders.

"That man is not normal. Please, please do not use him as your metric for normal people, because he's a freak of nature."

Kimi opens his mouth to try and defend him, but George presses his palm over his face.

"Nope, don't hit me with the hero worship, I don't want to hear it. He's unnatural, okay? Like a freaky racing robot that sometimes glitches and talks about cats instead. He has extra hours in the day and eyes in the back of his head."

Kimi quirks an eyebrow. George sounds fondly exasperated, like Max being inhuman is something he's begrudgingly gotten over. George pauses, and then his eyes look at Kimi, extremely serious.

"And I need you to be a prodigy and come into the team early, because otherwise Toto might actually manage to drag him over here, and I would rather shunt into the barriers full speed then have to be teammates with him, got it? I am counting on you."

Kimi nods, trying not to laugh. Max isn't scary, he's actually very nice— he's always happy to chat on discord and share setup tips, and he'd promised Kimi he was only a garage or phone call away if he needed something. He's much kinder than Kimi had expected the current world champion to be.

George lets his hand fall away, ruffling Kimi's hair.

"Okay, move it, Toto got catering and if we're late all the good sandwiches will be gone."

He steps out of the room, head swiveling both directions to make sure his stint in the sim hadn't been noticed, before walking confidently down the hallway.

Kimi follows dutifully behind.

[ssahotchnerr]

katie this is sauuurrr adorable the last part LMAO what if when babygirl is off to kindergarten and rossi jokingly asked aaron so does she have a boyfriend yet and aaron just 😐😒https://www.tumblr.com/ssahotchnerr/735008130361081856/aaron-and-reader-on-their-daughters-first-day-of

bittersweet remarks

awww thank you hehe 🥰 and omg aaron would NOT have it cw; fem!reader, girl!dad aaron, dave being dave LOL - cont. from baby steps

when your daughter started preschool, aaron knew he had a year to mentally prepare for the next milestone: kindergarten. but come september - had he? absolutely not.

in addition, you were more on the emotional side this time around, tears flowing fast and freely the night before in bed. you had been curled into aaron's side, your tears dropping onto and wetting his t-shirt, voicing how is it possible your baby's starting kindergarten.

you were thrilled for her, of course, but next you'll blink and she'll be in college, and then it'll be her wedding day (aaron had paled at that). in summary, it's all going way too fast and you're both losing your little girl right before your eyes and there's nothing you can do about it.

this morning when you awoke, again you were rather sniffly. and while aaron was experiencing the exact bittersweet feelings as well, he didn't express so for your sake:

the last thing he needed was more tears on your end, which on any given day could easily bring him to tears. and if baby girl saw you crying, she would grow unsure and cry herself, and he definitely would cry.

this year, he would be the pillar of strength you needed.

luckily, both of you were able to put on a brave face for your daughter; displaying high spirits as you got her dressed, taking first day of school pictures. then dropping her off with bright smiles, tight hugs, and the confident words that you both know she'll have the best day and cannot wait to hear all about it.

you held it together saying see you later, while walking down the school's hallway away from her classroom, out into the parking lot. but once in the privacy of the car, tears.

aaron was more than aware of the grey cloud following him as he entered the roundtable room for morning's debrief. his heartstrings continued to pull in all different directions; the excitement he held for your daughter's big next step, but she was growing up. his insides ached for you and your rough morning, but he succeeded in consoling you and getting a smile out of you before heading in.

aaron felt the team's eyes as he sat down, as he got settled, as he shifted through his case files as he searched for the words to begin.

the demeanor was clear and obvious, aaron's normal frown more distinguished. morgan's expression immediately fell into a yikes - widening his eyes for a split second, his eyebrows raised - a silent signal to the others to not piss him off today.

"how'd it go this morning?" jj gently broke the silence, by her motherly nature. compared to the team, she had a very good understanding on how his morning had probably went so far.

"it was fine." aaron answered simply, continuing to look down as he spoke. he also vaguely and shortly explained you had a rough morning letting go, penelope audibly aw'ing in return.

"so, has she got a boyfriend yet?" dave asked, just tossing it out there casually as he raised his coffee mug to his lips and took a sip. his statement was all for the sake of fun, knowing he'd get a strong reaction out of aaron.

rossi also received very aghast, nervous faces from the others, all questioning: are you out of your mind?

without fully lifting his head, aaron's eyes rose from his paperwork. as his gaze met dave's, a lethal expression. his prominent glare was more hardened than usual, eyebrows drawn into a strict line above his eyes, silently shooting sharp daggers.

he'd find it slightly humorous within a day or so, just not now. the timing was poor, especially due to your wedding comment the previous night.

"ah," dave leaned back in his chair, amused and chucking softly. "i'll take that as a no."

[munsonluhvr]

Tattoo artist!Eddie x body piercer! Reader who have a shit ton of sexual tension ✨ I’ve been on a tattoo artist!Eddie pick lately ahah

TATTOOED ON MY HEART

a/n: omg wait is tattoo artist!Eddie actually a thing?? how am I just learning about this???? time to go down a rabbit hole LOL. hope u enjoy; hopefully this isn't *too* much smut then u were expecting...

contents: tattoo artist!eddie munson x body piercer!reader. with the arrival of a new tattoo artist, eddie munson, at your tattoo and piercing studio, it's clear that the two of you have intense chemistry.

If it wasn’t for the new tattoo artist, Eddie Munson, who sits off to your right on one of the tattoo tables, you probably wouldn’t have had to move the piercing dot which shows where you’ll piece the skin so many times. His gaze has a way of making you feel unnerved. 

“What if it hurts?” Robin, your freckled friend who sits underneath your touch on one of the tables, whines. Robin frequently comes in to the studio to get something new pierced, shamelessly taking full advantage of the discount you give to your friend. 

You blow out between your lips, frustration brewing inside you. You never have had to move the piercing location multiple times; you normally get it right on the first try. This isn’t the first time you’ve pierced Robin, let alone pierced anyone, it’s what you do for a career for god’s sake. The only thing that’s changed is Eddie’s presence, showing itself as the cause for your mess ups.  You hold the fine tipped marker in one hand, staring at Robin’s earlobe. “It won’t hurt, Robin, but if you keep wiggling and I end up stabbing your neck with the needle then that will definitely hurt.” 

Off to the side, Eddie laughs while shaking his head. “That’s one way to reassure your client.” 

You roll your eyes, not needing his advice on how to pierce someone, a task he knows nothing about as a tattoo artist - your crafts are completely different with very little overlap. 

“He’s right, that wasn’t very reassuring.” Robin mumbles, looking down at her hands that rest in her lap. With her thumb, she chips away at her already chipping blue nail polish. 

You toss a look at Eddie, a scowl brewing on your face. Though, the harsh look softens when your eyes connect with his, his big, brown eyes looking back at you. He raises his hands in defense, “I’m just saying.” 

 “Don’t you have some scary biker dude to go tattoo or something?” You retort playfully. 

Eddie shrugs, a smirk on his face, making no attempt to leave. “Sure, a whole bunch of ‘em, but it’s awfully entertaining to watch you pierce.” He folds his hands in his lap, leaning back in his seat, his eyes trained on you. 

Your stomach does a flip, your skin becoming flushed. You turn your attention back to Robin’s ear. You take a deep breath, steadying your hand to replace the dot on Robin’s earlobe. At last, you place the tip of the marker in a place that you feel satisfied with. You allow Robin to look at the new location, which she approves with a single nod. Taking the sterilized supplies, you line the piercing needle up with Robin's skin. "Take a deep breath and exhale on the count of 3."

Robin inhales, then exhales and after you count down, you take the opportunity to pierce the her skin with your needle. She tenses, hissing like a cat, then she relaxes. "How does it look?" she asks, glancing up at you.

You smile softly, stepping back to look. "Like I did an amazing job." Robin laughs, and lifts the mirror up to her face to get a look herself. You're too busy watching your friend admire your handy work, and she's too busy looking at herself, to notice that Eddie has approached you from behind, peering over your shoulder to get a look too.

"Amazing job, indeed." Eddie mumbles next to your ear. You jump slightly, an intense wave of heat creeping over your body. You clear your throat, side-stepping away from Eddie. You positively hate the way he makes you feel.

Robin glances up from her reflection, looking between you and Eddie. Her eyes meet yours and she raises her eyebrows, a questionable look on her face. You knew what she was thinking though: who is this guy?

After a minute, Eddie slinks off to another part of the studio, leaving you and Robin alone.

"Okay, are we going to talk about the obvious tension between you and that guy, or are we just going to ignore it?" Robin asks, cocking her head at you.

"His name is Eddie, and I'd rather not."

Robin groans softly, shaking her head. "It's obvious that he finds you attractive, y/n. And you aren't so slick with hiding your feelings either."

You frown. "What are you talking about? I don't like him, I barely know him. He's just the new tattoo artist for the studio."

Robin waves her hand in your direction. "Regardless, he's into you, since you can't tell that on your own." You roll your eyes, beginning to clean up your space. "Sure."

After Robin leaves the studio, quite pleased with her new piercing, you begin to close the shop. Eddie, who is finishing up a tattoo with one of his clients, still accompanies you in the studio. As another 30 minutes passes by, you sit in the back room, a magazine in your hand, as you wait for Eddie to finish. In the distance you hear the cash register beep, and the door bell jingle shortly after, signaling that Eddie's client is gone. Seconds later, Eddie enters through the back room's doorway.

The thing about Eddie is that he's gorgeous; tall, dark and handsome. The second the owner's of the studio introduced you to the new tattoo artist, you were smitten, though you were determined to not let Eddie catch on to that. Eddie, however, was a little more bold, in pretty much everything that he does. He's charismatic with the other piercers and tattoo artists that work alongside you both in the studio, and awfully friendly with his clients. His personality, coupled with his good looks, intimidated you and you find yourself sometimes shutting down in his presence.

"How'd the tattoo come out?" you ask nonchalantly, not looking up from your magazine. Your heart thumps against your chest, and you tell yourself to play it cool.

Eddie opens the fridge that's placed in the far left corner of the backroom, grabbing a glass bottle of coco-cola, and moves to sit across from you at the table. "Pretty good. He seemed happy with it which is all I can ask for as a tattoo artist." You hum, but say nothing else, simply flipping to the next page of your fashion magazine.

Silence takes over the break room and you find your mind wandering to what Robin said earlier: did Eddie really find you attractive? Curiosity takes over you, and you decide to test your friends theory. You bend your upper body forward over the table, leaning on your elbow, your chest on full view.

Eddie swallows, his eyes immediately diverting to your exposed chest. Similarly to you, Eddie found you attractive the second he met you, though when he attempts to flirt with you, he's met with sarcastic, playful banter. Nonetheless, he's committed to get to know you. He even believes you may like him too.

Eddie clears his throat. "Was that your friend you pierced today? You seemed to know each other more than just clients."

You nod. "We are very close friends. She appreciates the discount I give her so she comes to me for all her piercings." You glance up at Eddie through your eyelashes and are met with his gaze.

Eddie only nods, your eye-contact entrancing him. After a second, you look away, closing your magazine. "Well, I suppose we should close the studio. People tend to try and come in for a tattoo or piercing at the last minute if we don't make it look like we're closed."

You stand up, turning towards the sink that's in the break room as well, cleaning up some of the dishes and trash that has accumulated over the day and was left behind by the other employees of the studio.

Eddie, who's eyes are now trained on your backside, has the urge to test if his assumptions about you liking him are true. He's wanted to make a move on you for the longest time, so what's stopping him now?

Eddie stands up, moving around the table to stand beside you at the counter. Without asking, he jumps in to help, drying the dishes that you put on the rack to dry. There wasn't much cleaning to do to begin with, so with Eddie's help, the work is done quickly.

You angle your body towards Eddie. "Thanks for the help."

Eddie nods, a small smile on his face. "No problem." There's only a few inches between you and Eddie, and you can smell his cologne radiating off of him.

Without giving much thought, Eddie reaches out, his fingers working to brush strands of your hair away from the frame of your face, and tucking them behind your ear. "You're really pretty, you know that, right?"

You bite down on your bottom lip, your eyes diverting away from his gaze. In your lower abdomen, lust and attraction fills you fully, your heart beginning to thump against your chest again. "Thank you," you mutter.

Placing his finger up to your chin, he lifts your face and gaze to meet his. Instinctively, he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip. You have no idea why, but as if he asked you to, you open your mouth, letting Eddie's thumb be engulfed by the wetness of your tongue and softness of your lips. His eyes widen, and he steps closer to you, closing the small gap that existed between you.

Time stops, allowing you to live only in Eddie's presence. He places his thumb on the thickness of your tongue, and you move your head back and then forward, letting his finger slide in and out with ease. Eddie's mind is filled with dirty thoughts about you on your knees, or legs spread wide open, your eyes locked on his.

You part your lips, letting Eddie's thumb slip out. He's quick to find another point of contact with you, cupping your face with his large hands, bringing your lips onto his. You sigh softly, the tension beginning to slip away. It's then that you realize how badly you've wanted this, how many times you pictured this very scenario while Eddie tattoos one of his clients in the booth next to yours.

Eddie's lets one of his hands wander down to between your legs and under your skirt, his fingertips grazing your cunt lightly over your panties. He wants so badly to just take you right there, against the backroom's sink or across the tabletop. But he refrains, wanting to take his time with you.

You sigh against his lips, your head leaning back in pleasure and anticipation. Eddie takes the opportunity to kiss the length of your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin lightly. You grasp on to his bicep, steadying yourself; his touch making you feel light-headed. Is this what you've been missing out on the entire time?

With his nimble fingers, Eddie moves your panties to the side revealing your slick pussy. His stomach twists at the feeling, realizing your wet because of him. Without a second thought, Eddie plunges his fingers into you and you part your legs further, letting him gain access easily. You shudder against his touch, the feeling of his fingers exploring you is euphoric.

You become breathless quickly, Eddie's rhythm working against your core making you sweaty and your knees wobble. Your moans become more frequent and louder, and you hope no potential customers enter the shop. "Fuck, that feels so good," is all you're able to say.

Your hips move back and forth against Eddie's touch, begging for more and more. Pleasure courses through your torso, your thighs beginning to tremble around Eddie's hand.

"I always thought that you may like me," Eddie mumbles, his lips dipping down to your collarbone. "I guess I was right." He curls his fingers in just the right way, stroking your most sensitive spot. Your mouth parts, and you reach behind you to grip the edge of the sink to keep your balance.

You screw your eyes shut, your breath becoming more rapid. Without you being aware, Eddie kneels in front of you, replacing his fingers with his mouth. Once you feel his lips and tongue on you, your hand darts down to his hair, your fingers intertwining with his hair.

Eddie's stomach twists; he wishes this this moment could go on forever. Eddie laps against you, each stroke of his tongue bringing you closer to the edge. His tongue swirls, against your clit, a burning intensity growing in your lower abdomen. You whine, gripping the edge of the counter harder.

Eddie's hands travel up, holding your waist. One of your hands creeps down to your waist, your hand placing on top of his. You peer down at the same time that Eddie peers up, bringing your eye-contact together. His brown, puppy like eyes look up at you, sparkling against the dim lighting in the backroom.

Eddie pulls back away from you, his grip tightening around your waist. "Come for me," he says, moving back onto you.

Almost immediately, you finish, shuddering against Eddie's touch. You sigh heavily, the feeling of the pressure escaping your lower abdomen, bringing you relief. Eddie hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them up your legs as he stands up. Eddie, who is quite pleased with himself, wonders what his next move should be. He desperately wants to keep going, his cock still wondering what it would feel like to be buried in you, but he wants the tension between you and him to continue to grow. He wants nothing more than to make you wait, to pine for him until you need to crawl towards him, a burning desire to fill yourself with his cock.

You, however, are ready to go, your hands reaching towards the buckle on Eddie's jeans. Just as you begin to fumble with his belt, he grasps your hands in his.

You frown, wondering why he's stopped you. Doesn't he want you to touch him too? "I-I want to do you now," you say, your voice coming out low.

Eddie shakes his head, a daring look on his face. "Not now, not yet." His words leave you bewildered, wanting to ask a hundred questions. What does he mean, 'not yet'?

He steps forward, placing a light kiss on your cheek. You blink, wondering what is happening. "To be continued." He mutters, then slips out of the break room leaving you alone in the studio.

If there wasn't tension before, there's definitely tension now.