#( they get chewed out later but hey it's fun!

[abbyssgf]

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧’

• concept: you go to one of your friends party with your bestfriend, Sevika. You didn't tell her but you have a feelings for her but who knows what could happen during the party? (modern au)

• words: around 3,5k (i got a little carried away)

• warnings: nsfw, sevika eats reader out, soft dom!sevika and sub!reader, alcohol, cigarettes, sevika call' reader pet names; "baby", "darling", "sweetheart", etc. yeah I think that's all

• author note: it's my first published fanfic and I hope you'll like it guys especially sevika lovers (love ya guys) I had so much fun writing it and have fun reading this fanfic!😜💕 (also english is not my first language so if i've made some mistakes then i'm sorry!!)

You were getting ready for Ran's party, from around 4.p.m to 5.p.m. You did yourself makeup, did your hair and chose your perfect outfit for a party; white top and black skirt (with small pants underneath for safety). Actually was an a 5:30.p.m and you heard your phone got a text, you reached up for your phone and saw a test from your bestfriend, sevika, a message

"hang up, darlin', I'm in front of your apartment"

You smiled reading this. You and sevika were besfriends, nothing more…at least that was the thought you've tried to believe. You've always had a crush on sevika, her muscles, her perfect lips, her brown eyes, her dark hair and just her…she is perfect. But you didn't want to make things between you two uncomfortable so you didn't tell sev that you like her, more than just a friend.

Finally you take your purse and pack things in it such as your phone, charger, tissues, tampons (for an emergency), your lipstick and some chewing gums. You put your purse on your shoulder, you put your shoes on, take the keys from your apartment and leave your house locking your doors behind you.

The first thing you saw was sevika's car in front of your house, waiting for you. You smiled under your breath when you saw sevika next to her car, sevika's car was mixed up with black and purple color. She smiled at you when you came closer to her.

"you look amazing" sevika said to you and slight blush came at your cheeks and you hope that sevika didn't notice this, 'cause it would be awkward because she is your friend

"Thanks, vika, you look great too" you replied to her with a gentle smile on your face.

Sevika's hair was arranged on gel, she had lines made with black ink, and was wearing a black shirt without sleeves that emphasized her arm muscles and black elegant pants, you could feel how riled up you started to be only by looking at sevika in this outfit which only make her sexier, you cleared your throat "lets go, we don't want to be late don't we?" you said to sevika.

she smiled at you nodding her head, she opened the passenger door to you. you said a little 'thanks' and you got into a car a few seconds later sevika got into her driver seat, closing the door behind her and she started to drive towards Ran's house. a silence was between two so you decided to ask sev if you could put some music on so the drive wouldn't be so silent between two but of course you know that you or sevika don't mind the silence cause it was comfortable in some way.

you connected your phone to sevika's car and opened spotify

"hey, I'm gonna play the new song of Billie Eilish, 'kay?" you said to sevika and she nodded focused on the road. you open the song named 'guess' from billie eilish and charli xcx the song filled the car with lyrics and you listened to it singing softly words under your breath meanwhile sevika listened to the words and smirked while listening to your voice.

after a while you saw familiar home of your friend and soon sevika parked in front of the house of Ran, you both got out of the car and sevika gave you a small smile "ready to go?" she asked you and you smiled wilde "yeah, lets have some fucking fun" and with that you caught sevika's hand and you dragged her with you to Ran's house and a small blush on sevika's checks passed unnoticed by you.

you and sevika entered the house and you were immediately greeted by loud music coming probably from the living room, the kitchen, which was visible from the entrance to the house, had a lot of food on the table, from healthy things to sweet and salty snacks and alcohol. well the party was just starting, but you could already feel the adrenaline in your body and excitement filled your body, you said hello to some of your friends and sevika also greeted her friends.

you go to the kitchen, grab a glass and you poured yourself some alcohol that was within your reach, few moments later sevika stand next to you and do the same, the alcohol immediately appeared in your body and you breathed a sigh of relief as you felt your body relax under the influence of the drink. sevika looked at herself from the corner of her eye, looking at you and she made a mental note to check on you later from time to time 'cause she was concerned that you'll drink a lot of more than you usually do (you never didn't drink more than usual but she was still concerned about you).

between those two hours you drink more alcohol but not that many that you wouldn't recognize where you are and sevika comes to your side from time to time to check how you are feeling. Actually you were chatting with one of your friend, Olivia talking about everything that crossed your mind, laughing with her and you two were sitting on the couch. While chatting you noticed that sevika went out to the terrace, probably to smoke a cigarette. lately you didn't talk with her so you decided to go after her.

"sorry, im gonna talk to sevika. i'll be right back, okay?" you said to Olivia and she just nodded. you got up from the couch and you headed to the terrace after sevika. since it was autumn, cold weather hit you when you stopped at the terrace and you stood next to sevika smiling gently "you're having fun?" you asked her looking at her, sevika raised her eyebrow and huffed "aren't you cold?" she asked looking at your outfit up and down. you shrugged "i'll be fine, I will back to the house in a moment" you replied looking at sevika when she lighted her cigarette and she put it to her lips and she wrapped her muscular hand around your waist, pulling you close to her to keep you warm, at least for a moment

your check went slightly pink because of the cold but also because of the feeling sevika arm around you and her hand on your waist. "yeah" sevika murmured her response to your question then she pulled out of her lips the cigarette rolling her head to sideways and she blew smoke from her mouth while she do it your gaze slipped softly do sevika's lips and your mind started to wondering how her lips would feel against yours you didn't know but sevika's thoughts where exactly the same she was wondering god knows how long how your lips would feel against her, how soft would be your neck while she would prepare it with her kisses. without even noticing you came closer to sevika maybe you did it because you weren't thinking while looking at her lips or the alcohol you drank added your body some confidence to do what you wanted for a long time.

"you have a beautiful lips" you murmured under your breath, sevika's eyes widened slightly and she felt her heart beat faster for a moment, quickly she smirked and looked at you "oh yeah?" she answered cocky and the smell of cigarettes filled your nostrils "you know your lips are pretty too, they look really kissable" she said and you giggled "you wanna find out is that true?" you asked and when sevika heard those words she dropped her cigarette, you didn't even have a moment to react and her lips where already on your while she pressed her body against your, her hand tightened on your waist even more and her second hand embraced the back of your neck missing you softly.

you grinned when she started kissing you and you replied with the same gentle kiss, sevika kissed you like she was exploring softly new territory, excited and happiness filled your body just like hers. you wrapped your arms gently around sevika's neck bringing her closer to you. now you could respond to your question, her lips against your feels…amazing and you wish you could kiss those lips every day until you'll die.

sevika slowly moved away and her gaze immediately went to your eyes and she smiled, letting out a breath as the tension disappeared from her body as she did what she had wanted for a long time as she approached you; to kiss your lips "I like the taste of yours lips on mine" she said softly and you giggled "yeah, I can say that about yours too". for a moment you two were silent, just looking at each other's eyes.

sevika looked around and kissed the corner of your lips "you want to get to a warmer place, darlin'?" she asked and you nodded immediately answering "god, yes let's get out of here". The two of you grabbed your own hands together and returned to Ran's house to go upstairs. music was playing in the background and you could hear other people talking and laughing but you couldn't even care while sevika's hand were around yours and you two were going upstairs.

you entered the first room you found and sevika closed the door behind you two. your eyes met and sevika wrapped her arms around your waist bringing you again closer to her. you could feel that your heart was buzzing with excitement. sevika smiled looking at you and her thumb crossed a gentle circles on your waist. you leaned closer to her and you closed your lips in kiss this time it wasn't as soft as the first time, now it was more confident.

sevika's tongue brushed against your lower lip as if asking for access to your mouth, you let sevika's tongue slipped into your mouth and she started exploring your soft lips. at the feeling you let a soft quiet moan and you felt how sevika's hand tighten on your waist when she heard it.

unfortunately sevika pulled away and looked into your eyes "wait" she said and took a deep breath before she started speaking "before we will continue…this. I want to know if you really want this, sweetheart, If not I won't do anything without your permiss-" you cut her speaking with a kiss on her mouth. sevika raised her eyebrows "did you just kiss me to shut me up?" she asked and you shrugged "no?" you said with a smirk on your face. sevika huffed and rolled her eyes playfully

"sevy" you started with one of her nicknames you often used "I drank alcohol but i'm not that drunk to not have control over my body, yes i want to do it and I want you to continue this" while you were speaking sevika listen you carefully. she smiled and leaned to you "good, 'cause I want you to remember I'm gonna do to you right now" she whispered to your ear with her sultry voice and your body shivered.

she pulled you into a kiss, her lips where donating over yours and she started to tugging you into a bad which was at the end of the room. after a moment you felt a soft mattress under you and you could felt sevika's smile on your lips. you wrapped your arms around her neck while kissing her teasing the taste of her mouth. the heat between you two started to be more intense and overwhelming

"vika, I-…I want you" you whimpered into her lips and you could hear a soft little moan that escape sevika's lips. "I know, baby, I want you too" she murmured into your lips and she moved away just enough to look at you. both of you were looking into each other's eyes.

sevika's rough, sultry, hoarse voice filled the room when she started to speak looking straight into your eyes "I want to taste you, darlin'" she murmured and you smiled. with a smile on your face you started to take off your white top while keeping eye contact with sevika all the time. sevika growled when she saw that you do it really slowly just to tease her, she put her hands on yours and helps you to take faster your top off of you, her gaze leaned on your white bra with a bow between your tits and her lips stretched into a smirk

"you like it, huh?" you asked in a testing voice "you don't even know how much, baby" she murmured. she leaned closer to your neck and started to shower it firstly with soft kisses but the longer she was kissing you the passionately her kisses were getting. you moaned and placed your hand on her back. you could feel how sevika's hand on the back of your bra was unbuttoning it, easily taking it off of you and she threw your bra somewhere behind you two, she didn't even care where it would fall.

one of her large hand cupped your breast and you moaned feeling the heat that was between you two. you slipped your hands underneath sevika's shirt and tugged at it "sevika, take if off" you whimpered to her "no way in hell that you're undressing me and you'll stay in your clothes" sevika chuckled at your words, she kissed you on your lips and her hand squeezed your breast before she moved away and with a quick move she took off her shirt with a smirk on her lips clearly knowing you wanted to see her naked as much as she wanted to see you naked and beneath her.

"Whatever you say, baby" she said with a smile on her face and you could see a twinkle in her eye with excitement.

you rolled your eyes playfully seeing her that smirk and you grabbed her by her shoulders and you attracted her to another sloppy, passionate kiss. it wasn't that long until sevika started to kiss your neck again, then your shoulders, she went even lower having her head now between your breasts she she moved her head towards the right side and she filled your nipple with her lips sucking on it while her hand trapped your left breast and squeezed it and you let out a moan at the movement's

you felt how sevika bite your breast not enough to hurt you but enough to feel it, then with a crack she left her lips from your nipple and started to kiss your body lower, lower and lower showing to every centimeter of your body her love to you and how much. she worshiped you. you could feel how your core started to clench around nothing and pulsing turned on by sevika's movement. you couldn't wait when sevika would wrap her lips around your pussy and eat you out.

"sev" you moaned and you moved your hips frustrated and horny "please" you whimpered to her and you heard sevika's lower chuckle. "please what, baby? use words from the pretty mouth of you" she said smiling waiting for you to say what she really wanted to hear. "I need you, I need you sevika…please, sevy" you said to her and she smiled at your words "good" she murmured and she slipped her hands to your skirt and started to remove it off of you "legs up, darling" she said to you and you do it. With a quick move she removed it from you and threw it away.

sevika's gaze leaned on your light underwear and saw a small patch of your visible arousal, she smiled and the view and chuckled "damn, girl, you are already wet" she teased you and you moaned feeling a shiver that comes down to your core "shut up, sev, don't tease me" you whimpered to her. right now at this moment the only thing you wanted and needed is sevika between your legs.

sevika smiled and she slid off the bed only to kneel between your spread legs, she couldn't just wait to lay down her mouth on your clit but you have to wait just a little longer. she wrapped her muscular arms around your thighs and she pulled you closer to her and thanks to it sevika's head was between your inner thighs and you could even feel her breath on your skin.

"sevika" you moaned and slipped your hand to her black hair and she purred in approval at the move "hm?" she murmured looking up to you and your eyes looked down. god damn, sevika looked so hot between your legs you could come just by looking at her between your legs in front of your wet clint.

"…please" you whimpered and both of you couldn't wait any longer. sevika slid one of her hand under the waistband of your underwear and took off your underwear after a while. now while you were laying in front of her, naked, she'd felt a shiver down her spine as a wave of excitement, arousal and desire flooded her body.

"im gonna take care of you now, okay baby?" sevika said to you and without waiting for you response she leaned closer to your pussy and she covered your pussy with her lips. you moaned and the new feeling of sevika's lips on your pussy, it felt so good that the only thing your mind could think and focus is sevika between your legs and her mouth on your pussy.

At first, her sucking and licking was slow, as if she was enjoying her favorite dessert but when she felt how you tugged her by her hair as a quiet 'faster' she smirked and murmured between her licks "you want faster, baby, yeah?" you only could moan at her words and push her face further into your pussy

sevika moaned too and she didn't hesitate to go faster. her tongue rode between your folds then her mouth sucked your package. she was fully enjoying herself just by teasing you. you could feel how your orgasm started to come and you moaned "sevika…sevika, i'm close" you said to her and you only felt how her tongue started to work even faster sending a whole new heat towards your body.

to add more pleasure for you, sevika placed her thumb on your clit and started circling it. you moaned at the feeling and your thighs started to tremble a little showing that you are getting closer to orgasm, sevika notice's it and smiled murmured into your clit without stopping her movements "c'mon, sweetheart, come for me" she murmured and only a few moment's It was enough for you to come with a moan, barely able to keep from closing your legs around Sevika's face.

you groaned, rolling your eyes back as you laid your head on the mattress as you recovered from your orgasm trying to steady your breath. sevika smiled looking up at you observing how your body reacted after she brought you pleasure. she got up from her knees and leaned over until she was above you, with a smile on her face she leaned and kissed you on your lips and you could tease the feeling of your pleasure.

"you're the prettiest mess, baby" sevika whispered to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You smiled softly at her words and sighed after the orgasm. but then you tense up a little remembering that…both of you haven't told each other anything yet whether you are friends or... maybe something more, but after all of this you could sense that sevika wanted you as much as you wanted her.

"…sevika" you stated, sevika hearing you didn't call her by one of her nicknames that you gave her she frowned a little and became more serious "yeah, baby?" she asked so easily using one of the pet names she knew you loved.

"what...what are we?" you asked her. you were thinking that she would tense like you but no, she only smiled even more and chuckled slightly "you know what we are you just want to hear it" she said to you and leaned closer to you. her gaze slipped down to your lips and then to your eyes "I love you" she said with a gentle look at her eyes and you could feel happiness on your chest. "i love you too, sevy" you replied to her and kissed her gently on her lips "…so we're girlfriends?" you whispered and sevika nodded with a big, delicate smile on her face "yeah. you're my girlfriend, baby" she said to you and she captured your lips in a kiss to seal her words.

[levanterhaze]

── GAMEBOY, BANGCHAN

♡  ― 󠀬󠀬 fratboy!bangchan x f!reader dirty talk, unprotected sex, smut in general and a little angst.

♡ synopsis ― Bangchan is the campus playboy—charming, cocky, and infuriatingly irresistible. One reckless, drunken night leads to a secret you swore you'd never have. Now, hating him is harder than keeping him your dirty little secret.

[9.1k words ]♡― guys, we're on the penultimate chapter of gameboy, and it's been such an unbelievable experience. thank you so much for sharing your reactions to each chapter with me, it really means a lot. this chapter was so fun to write, maybe it won't be as much fun for those who will read it, but... it's the feeling that counts, right? PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS!!!! that said, have a good read.

♡― THE PLAYLIST.

♡ [part one] ♡ [part two] ♡ [part three] ♡ [part four] ♡ [part five] ♡ [part six]

But if I'm all dressed up They might as well be looking at us And if they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once And if I'm gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love

The silence stretched painfully, the weight of everyone's unspoken thoughts pressing down on you. It wasn’t just anyone standing at the door with a suitcase in hand—it was Mingyu. And he was here because Eunji had invited him.

You forced yourself to move, blinking away your initial shock and forcing a polite smile onto your face. “Hey, you’re here!” you said, reaching for his bag.

Mingyu grinned, his usual confidence radiating from him. “Eunji said it was supposed to be a surprise. Thought it’d be fun.”

Fun. Right.

You swallowed the urge to glance back at Bangchan—because you could feel his stare. Even without looking, you knew he was watching, arms crossed, probably chewing on the inside of his cheek the way he did when he was trying not to react.

And then, as if the moment wasn’t already unbearable, Mingyu leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You stiffened, feeling every single pair of eyes in the room on you. Heat rushed to your face, and this time, you did glance toward Bangchan.

He was still standing near the stairs, but something had changed. His jaw was locked tight, his arms tense, his fingers curling slightly like he was resisting the urge to do something—say something. But he didn’t. He just watched, his expression unreadable.

You huffed out a laugh, forcing a scowl as you lightly shoved Mingyu away. “Okay, okay, chill. Let’s get your stuff inside before Changbin kicks you out.”

You turned on your heel, leading Mingyu upstairs before anything else could happen, before Bangchan’s stare could burn a hole through your back.

Inside the bedroom, you dropped Mingyu’s suitcase near the bed, letting out a slow, measured breath. When you turned around, you found him watching you, arms folded.

“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “You don’t seem… I don’t know. Did you not like the surprise?”

You hesitated. “It’s not that.” You rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly feeling exhausted. “It’s just… this is Changbin’s house, and I didn’t know if this was the right time, you know?”

Mingyu studied you for a beat before nodding. “Yeah, I get it.”

You weren’t sure if he actually got it, but at least he wasn’t pushing.

Later, when you finally got a moment alone with Eunji, you wasted no time.

“What the hell were you thinking, Eunji?” you hissed, arms crossed as you cornered her in the hallway.

Eunji blinked at you like you’d lost your mind. “Excuse me?”

“You invited Mingyu on a trip with all of our friends? To Changbin’s house? You know they don’t get along!”

Eunji’s frown deepened. “I was trying to help,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know things have been weird between you two, and I thought maybe if you spent more time together, you’d figure things out.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You thought?”

She crossed her arms, mirroring your stance. “Look, you are seeing him, aren’t you?”

Your stomach twisted. The words caught in your throat, tangled in something unspoken, something messy.

Eunji’s expression hardened. “Right. That’s what I thought.” She let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “I don’t get you. I was trying to do something nice for my best friend, but apparently, that’s a crime.”

You exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to rein in your emotions. “Eunji, I just… I wish you had talked to me first.”

She shrugged, clearly still annoyed, but at least the conversation was over. For now.

A while later, when everyone headed to the beach, you had just stepped onto the warm sand when you felt a hand wrap around yours.

Mingyu.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to see the easy smile on his face as he pulled you along, guiding you toward the others.

And then, instinctively, you glanced back.

Bangchan stood a few steps behind, watching. The sun cast long shadows across his face, his expression carefully neutral—but you knew him too well. The tightness in his shoulders, the stillness of his stance—it wasn’t neutrality. It was restraint.

For a brief second, you wanted to stop, wanted to go back. But then Mingyu’s grip tightened slightly, his warmth grounding you in place.

And so, with no real choice, you let yourself be led forward, even as Bangchan’s stare burned into your back.

The afternoon at the beach was nothing short of perfect—or at least, it should have been. The sun was warm but not unbearable, a light breeze carried the scent of salt through the air, and laughter echoed from all sides. Everyone was either sprawled on the sand or engaged in whatever activity caught their interest.

At some point, you and the girls had set up a makeshift picnic, putting together sandwiches and slicing up fresh fruit. It was simple but refreshing, and for a little while, you let yourself enjoy it—until he caught your eye.

Bangchan.

Wearing his cap backward, his hair slightly damp with sweat, and a fitted t-shirt that clung to his torso like it had been sewn onto his skin. It was criminal. Your imagination was already running wild, and the last thing you needed was a reminder of just how good he looked.

But, of course, he wasn’t just going to exist in your peripheral vision. He was right there, playing soccer with the guys, muscles flexing with every movement. Every now and then, his gaze would flicker toward you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips whenever he caught you looking. And God, you hated how much you liked it.

So, in an effort to not combust on the spot, you focused on volleyball instead. You, Mingyu, and the girls played a few rounds, the game getting more competitive as time passed. The moment your team scored, a triumphant laugh left your lips—only to be cut off when Mingyu grabbed you and spun you around in celebration.

Your heart jumped. “Mingyu, put me down!” you laughed, holding onto his shoulders, afraid he’d actually drop you.

He only grinned. “Not a chance. Gotta celebrate properly!”

You could feel eyes on you—his eyes. A quick glance told you everything. Bangchan was not entertained. His expression was impassive, but you knew better. His jaw was tight, his grip on his water bottle firm. He was seething, and that realization sent a strange mix of emotions through you.

After eating, the group made their way to the water. The cold waves were a sharp contrast to the heat of the day, but the shock quickly turned into fun. You and Felix splashed each other relentlessly, your laughter filling the air. Minho had Sohee on his shoulders while Bangchan had Eunji on his, the two girls playing an intense round of chicken fight, their screams and giggles echoing across the shore.

Jisung eventually joined you and Felix, challenging you both to see who could dive under the waves the longest. It was the perfect distraction—until you drifted just a little too far from the others.

For a moment, you simply stood there, water up to your waist, watching your friends. They were all having fun, caught up in the easy joy of the moment. And yet, all you could think about was the growing weight in your chest.

What was this mess you’d gotten yourself into?

A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. “You okay?”

You turned your head to find Hyunjin beside you, his expression calm but observant. He always had a way of reading you too well.

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. Because, truthfully? You didn’t know if you were okay.

This trip was supposed to be fun, carefree. Instead, it felt suffocating. The tension between you and Bangchan, Mingyu’s presence, Eunji’s meddling—it was all too much.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above the waves crashing around you.

Hyunjin nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Yeah… I figured.”

He didn’t push for more. He just stood there, his presence a quiet comfort as the waves rolled in and out.

You sighed, rubbing your arms against the chill of the water. “This was supposed to be a fun trip,” you muttered, watching the others laughing and playing without a care in the world.

“It can still be fun.” Hyunjin tilted his head, studying you. “Unless you’re planning on spending the rest of the weekend overthinking yourself into an early grave.”

You shot him a look. “You’re so wise. Really, I don’t know what I’d do without your groundbreaking advice.”

He grinned. “I am a genius. But seriously,” his voice dropped a little, more sincere, “if it’s about Mingyu… or Bangchan…”

Your breath hitched. You didn’t want to hear his name out loud. Not when you could still feel the weight of his stare from earlier, burning through your skin as Mingyu spun you around like some rom-com lead.

Hyunjin saw the flicker of hesitation on your face. “Ah.” He dragged out the syllable knowingly. “It is about Bangchan.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, splashing water at him.

He laughed, dodging it easily. “No, but seriously. You’ve been sneaking glances at each other all day like you’re in some k-drama, and I—”

“Hyunjin,” you warned.

“I’m just saying—”

Before he could finish, a wave crashed against you, nearly knocking you forward. You reached for something—anything—to steady yourself, but all you grabbed was air.

A firm hand caught your wrist before you could stumble further. But it wasn’t Hyunjin’s.

It was Bangchan’s.

You blinked, water dripping down your face as you looked up at him. His expression was unreadable, but his grip was steady, firm. His touch sent a rush of warmth through your arm despite the cold water.

“You okay?” His voice was low, like it wasn’t meant for anyone else to hear.

You swallowed. Nodded. “Yeah. Just lost my balance.”

His gaze flickered over you, like he wasn’t convinced. Like he knew it wasn’t just the wave that had thrown you off.

But before either of you could say another word, another hand wrapped around your other wrist.

Mingyu.

“Hey, you alright?” He pulled you toward him, the contrast between his casual concern and Bangchan’s quiet intensity almost jarring.

You felt Bangchan’s grip tighten for just a second before he let go, his fingers lingering just long enough for you to notice before he turned and waded back into the water without another word.

You exhaled slowly, turning to Mingyu, who was watching you expectantly. You forced a small smile. “Yeah. Just clumsy, as always.”

He chuckled, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. “Come on, let’s head back before you get actually swallowed by the ocean.”

You followed him, but not before glancing over your shoulder.

Bangchan was further out in the water now, the setting sun casting an orange glow over his back. He wasn’t looking at you anymore. But something in his posture, in the way his shoulders were tense and his fists curled at his sides, told you everything you needed to know.

This weekend was only going to get more complicated.

The sun had started its slow descent, dipping into the horizon and setting the sky on fire with shades of orange, pink, and gold. Most of the group had already started heading back to the house, tired from the hours spent in the water and under the sun. Laughter and chatter faded as they disappeared over the dunes, leaving behind only the sound of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls.

Changbin, still lingering on the sand, stretched his arms over his head with a lazy grin before nudging Bangchan with his shoulder. “You know, everyone's going back inside. Everyone.” He emphasized, giving a not-so-subtle glance in your direction.

Bangchan shot him a dry look. “And?”

“And,” Changbin clapped him on the back, voice dropping to a low murmur, “I’m giving you an opening. Don’t be dumb about it.”

Bangchan hesitated, but before he could reply, Changbin was already walking away, throwing a careless, “Take your time,” over his shoulder.

You were still standing near the water, toes buried in the damp sand, watching the sun slip lower. You knew Bangchan was behind you, and could feel his presence even before he stepped closer.

“You’re not going inside?” His voice was softer now, almost cautious.

You turned your head slightly, offering him a small, teasing smirk. “Didn’t know I needed permission.”

He huffed a quiet laugh and shook his head before stepping beside you. For a moment, you both just stood there, side by side, watching the waves roll in and out.

Then he shifted. “Walk with me?”

You glanced at him, eyebrows slightly raised, but nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

The sand was cool under your feet as you walked along the shore. The silence between you wasn’t awkward—if anything, it felt charged, full of words that hadn’t yet been spoken. The sky darkened little by little, the air cooling, but Bangchan’s presence beside you was warm, grounding.

Eventually, he spoke. “I didn’t like it.”

You blinked, looking at him. “Didn’t like what?”

His jaw tensed, and he kept his gaze ahead. “Watching you with him today.”

Your stomach flipped. You knew exactly who he meant.

“You’re not watching me with anyone,” you murmured, stopping. The waves curled around your ankles before retreating again.

The night air was warm, the kind that clung to your skin, mixing with the salty breeze from the ocean. You and Bangchan walked along the shore, side by side, feet sinking into the cool sand with each step. The only sounds were the waves rolling in and the distant laughter of your friends back at the house.

For once, it was peaceful. No stolen glances, no tension hanging between you like a thread about to snap. Just the two of you, alone in the dark, under a sky scattered with stars.

You took a breath, the weight of something unspoken pressing against your ribs. "I’m sorry about the whole Eunji thing," you admitted, breaking the quiet. "I didn’t know she was gonna invite Mingyu. I swear, I would’ve stopped it if I did.”

Bangchan glanced at you, his expression unreadable. You didn’t know what you expected—maybe a sarcastic remark, maybe nothing at all. Instead, he just kept looking at you, his steps slowing slightly.

“I didn’t want to ruin things,” you added, kicking at a loose shell in the sand. “I mean, this trip was supposed to be fun. And now it’s just... complicated.”

Bangchan huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Complicated’s an understatement.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah. But I didn’t mean for it to be like this.”

That’s when it hit him.

It wasn’t just about the secrecy, or the tension, or the mess they’d both gotten into. You cared. About what he felt, about how this whole situation affected him. You weren’t just thinking about yourself—you were thinking about him.

And that was dangerous. Because if he hadn’t already known he was in deep, he did now.

His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he just stared at you—at the way your brows pulled together, the way your arms crossed like you were trying to shield yourself from something bigger than just this conversation.

It was stupid, really. He wasn’t supposed to fall for you.

But looking at you now, Bangchan realized he already had.

And then, as if something in him snapped, he reached for you.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you against him in one fluid motion. His lips crashed against yours—urgent, desperate, real. You gasped against his mouth, your hands flying to his shoulders, his neck, needing something to hold onto as heat rushed through your body.

It was all-consuming—the way he kissed you, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into it. His fingers trailed down your spine, igniting every nerve, pulling you in closer, deeper. The cool air, the sound of the ocean, the distant voices from the house—it all melted away until there was only him.

Bangchan exhaled deeply, shifting slightly so he could look at you. His fingers brushed against your cheek, trailing down your jaw, his touch soft, reverent.

Then he let out a low, frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“Oh, fuck it,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I’m screwed anyway.”

You blinked, tilting your head to look at him. “What?”

He turned to you then, eyes dark, serious, and maybe just a little resigned—like a man walking straight into a wildfire with no intention of turning back.

“I like you,” he admitted, voice rough, like the words were dragged straight from his chest. “Like, really like you. And I know it’s a bad idea, I know this is gonna be a mess, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Your breath caught, fingers stilling against his skin.

Bangchan scoffed lightly, shaking his head as if at himself. “You’re probably gonna wreck me.”

Something warm bloomed in your chest, something terrifying and thrilling all at once. You swallowed, your own voice quieter when you spoke.

“Maybe,” you murmured, a teasing lilt in your tone despite the way your heart pounded. “But you’re saying you’re okay with that?”

He exhaled, slow and deep, like he was making peace with it right in front of you. Then, finally, he looked at you again—really looked at you.

“Yeah,” he said, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. “I think I am.”

And just like that, his lips found yours again—slow and deep, like he’d already made his choice.

A loud noise from the house made you both jolt apart. You turned, frowning.

“What the hell was that?”

Bangchan barely spared a glance. “Dunno. Sounds like they’re having fun.” Then, with that infuriating smirk, he added, “We could do the same.”

Before you could roll your eyes, he grabbed your hand and led you toward a more secluded part of the beach, where the rocks and thick vegetation made sure no one could see. Oh, you knew that smile—knew exactly what was running through his head.

“Hate to break it to you, but hooking up on a beach isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” You shot him a look as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it onto the dry sand like he was making himself at home.

“It’s on mine.” His voice was all gravel and heat. “And I need you. So much.”

Your breath hitched as he pressed close, caging you between his body and the rough stone. The cool touch of it sent shivers up your spine, but the heat radiating off him? That was an entirely different kind of problem.

“Chan, I don’t know if we should—” The words barely left your lips before he dipped down, mouth hovering just over yours, teasing, tasting the space between you. His lips ghosted along your jaw, slow and deliberate.

“Bangchan…” It came out softer than you intended, almost like a prayer.

He groaned, his hands tightening on your waist, the frustration evident in the way his fingers flexed against your skin. You could feel the tension coiling between you, thick and electric, like a live wire about to snap.

“Fuck, you drive me insane.” His voice was ragged, half a confession, half a plea.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself against his shoulder because—let’s be real—your legs had officially decided they were useless. It was ridiculous how he could reduce you to this—how his touch alone could make you feel weightless and wired all at once.

Two nocturnal creatures, drawn together by something dark and undeniable.

And neither of you seemed willing to stop.

Bangchan let out a low, frustrated grunt, his hands gripping your waist like he was barely holding himself back. The tension between you was thick, electric, making it impossible to think about anything other than how good he felt pressed against you.

“No one will hear,” he murmured, lips brushing yours, voice dark with promise. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Then we’ll go back, and everyone will look at you, clueless—having no idea I just ruined you.”

A shiver ran down your spine as his teeth grazed your earlobe, each word sinking deep into your skin, into your bloodstream, until you felt drunk off of him.

Jesus Christ. The things this man said.

You barely managed to roll your eyes before his mouth was on your neck, finding that one spot that made you weak—hot and deliberate, his tongue tracing your pulse like he had every intention of ruining you.

And you were already halfway there.

Bangchan’s hips rolled into yours, slowly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He grunted at the contact, his grip on your waist tightening. “You like that?” His voice was thick, heavy with need. Another grind, deeper this time. “You like knowing I’m fucking you where no one can see?”

You bit down on your lip, barely holding back a whimper. He was barely touching you, yet the heat in your stomach was already unbearable, like standing too close to an open flame. He always did this—knew exactly how to pull you apart with nothing but his voice, his hands, the way he looked at you like you were something he was starving for.

“I want you,” you breathed, fingers threading into his dark hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

His head dipped, lips grazing your jaw before trailing down your neck, hot and teasing. “Yeah?” His fingers traced the curve of your mouth, his thumb pressing lightly against your bottom lip. “Want me?”

You nodded quickly, too caught up in the sensation to find your voice.

But that wasn’t enough for him. “Say it, baby” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours, not quite kissing you yet.

“I want you so much,” you whispered, and it came out so desperate, so wrecked, you almost hated yourself for it.

Almost. Because Bangchan cursed under his breath, and then—he snapped.

His hands skimmed up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt higher, fingers deft as he tugged at the edge of your bikini. The flimsy material barely resisted before giving way, and the cool night air sent a shiver down your spine. He worked fast, precise, stealing the breath from your lungs with the sheer confidence in his movements.

Before you could process it, you were against him, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust inside you.

The world dimmed. The rhythmic crash of waves, the distant hum of cicadas, even the muffled sounds of your friends back at the house—all of it faded into nothing. There was only him.

Forehead pressed against yours, Bangchan exhaled, a slow, uneven breath, his fingers tracing your cheek with an almost painful gentleness. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable, as if committing every detail of this moment to memory.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice rough at the edges. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing over your parted lips, and you felt the weight of his gaze like an anchor, grounding you.

The heat between you built, an unspoken urgency crackling in the space you barely left between your bodies. You clung to him, every inhale shaky, every exhale stolen by the way he moved—calculated, controlled, like he wanted to untwist you piece by piece.

Your fingers curled into his hair, a desperate attempt to tether yourself, but it was useless. You were already lost in him.

“Hold on tight, love,” he whispered, his lips grazing yours in a kiss that swallowed the sound of your own gasps.

And when he kissed you again—deep, consuming, like he was learning the taste of your name—you knew there was no coming back from this.

You were completely lost in the rhythm—offbeat, breathless, but it didn’t matter. The chaos of it was intoxicating, each movement sending fire through your veins, a spark that ignited from the tips of your toes to the roots of your hair. Heat clung to your skin, beads of sweat tracing paths down your temples, mingling with the dampness on Bangchan’s back. You tightened your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close, giving him access to that one spot that broke you completely.

A sound—half moan, half plea—slipped from your lips, and Bangchan groaned in response, the sound of it sinking into your bones. Your body tensed, gripping him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded, and then—release. It crashed over you in waves, pulling him under with you, his body shuddering against yours as he buried himself in the moment.

His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling in time with yours as he leaned back against the rocks, keeping you wrapped in his arms like he had no plans of letting go.

You felt it before you saw it—the slow, satisfied smile against your shoulder, followed by the softest press of his lips against your skin.

“You good?” Bangchan murmured, his hands cradling your face, pushing damp strands of hair out of your eyes.

You nodded, still breathless, brain short-circuiting.

He huffed a soft laugh, thumb brushing over your cheek. “Guess this could’ve been a little more romantic, huh? Not exactly candlelight and rose petals.”

You smirked, fingers trailing along his jaw. “Shut up. It was perfect.” Then, pressing up on your toes, you kissed him—slow, sweet, like you had all the time in the world.

But just as he started to pull you in again, fat raindrops splattered against your skin.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you groaned, looking up just as the sky fully opened up.

Bangchan just grinned. “Well, that’s our cue.” He grabbed your hand, tugging you along as you both bolted across the beach.

The rain hit fast and hard, soaking through your clothes in seconds. You shrieked at the icy water, laughing as you tried to keep up with him. But he never let go, his grip steady and warm, like he had no intention of ever letting go. And somehow, that made your chest ache more than anything else.

The second you stepped inside, you realized everyone was off in their own worlds—doors shut, showers running, no one paying attention. Bangchan’s palm brushed over yours in a fleeting touch before letting you go, his warmth lingering even as you climbed the stairs.

Meanwhile, Changbin strolled out from the living room, a shit-eating grin already plastered on his face.

“Well, well, my favorite lovebirds—everything good?”

Bangchan barely contained a laugh, shaking his head. Changbin was impossible. And way too observant for his own good.

All he got in response was a shrug and half a smile, but it was enough. Changbin read between the lines like it was his second language.

You climbed the stairs, desperate to wash the salt off your skin. And Bangchan too.

He was still on you—his touch, his scent, the way his breath had felt against your lips. If you closed your eyes for too long, you could feel him, relive every second of it.

And damn, the thought alone sent a rush of heat up your neck. Your stomach did that stupid, embarrassing flip like you were some high school girl with a crush.

Crush.

No. Worse. In love.

The realization should’ve knocked the air out of you, but instead, your lips curled into a smile.

As you reached for the bathroom, Eunji appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, smirking like she knew everything.

“Why are you smiling at yourself like a lovesick idiot?” she teased.

You rolled your eyes, snatching your towel. “I’m just happy to be here.”

Her grin widened, eyes narrowing in suspicion, but before she could dig deeper, you ducked into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

You needed that shower. Badly.

Fresh out of the shower, you walked into the living room, towel still wrapped around your damp hair. Everyone was already sprawled out, drinks in hand, half-empty snack bags littering the floor. Sohee caught your eye and patted the empty spot next to her.

“Right on time. We’re playing.”

You slid in beside her, already skeptical. “Playing what?”

“Truth or dare.” Eunji grinned, way too pleased with herself.

Hyunjin groaned dramatically. “Ugh, I hate this game.”

Minho, without even looking up, muttered, “Actual nightmare.”

Eunji rolled her eyes. “Come on, it’s raining, there’s literally nothing else to do. Live a little.” She grabbed an empty soju bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle.

You barely paid attention to the setup because the moment you looked up, Bangchan was staring right at you, smirking like he had the upper hand in some game you weren’t even playing. Then he had the nerve to wink. And bite his lip. Like a menace.

You shot him a look, but your body betrayed you, warmth creeping up your neck.

Damn him.

The game started off harmless. Jisung dared Changbin to drink hot sauce straight from the bottle—his immediate regret was everyone’s entertainment. A couple of awkward first kiss stories got dragged into the light. Jisung lost a round and had to wear only a towel for the rest of the game. Sohee took a dare way too seriously and chugged half a bottle of soju in under five seconds. Felix stuffed so many sour candies in his mouth that his eyes practically teared up on impact.

And then, of course, Eunji.

She leaned back like she was thinking really hard about her next move, even though you could see the wheels turning in her head before she even opened her mouth.

Her gaze flicked between you and Mingyu before she dropped it like a bomb.

“I dare you to sit on Mingyu’s lap… and kiss him. Like, really kiss him.”

The second Eunji spoke, your stomach bottomed out.

The room crackled with excitement, laughter bubbling up as everyone turned to you, waiting. Anticipating. You felt their eyes, the weight of their expectation pressing down like a challenge you didn’t sign up for.

Mingyu, completely at ease, leaned back, legs spread, hands resting casually on his thighs. He wasn’t smirking, wasn’t pushing—just waiting, that soft, patient smile on his face like he already knew you’d come to him. But you? Your whole body locked up, your pulse pounding in your ears.

A dare’s a dare.

The words echoed in your head, sealing your fate. You chanced a glance at Bangchan, heart thudding. He wasn’t watching the way the others were, eyes bright with amusement or curiosity. No, his expression was unreadable, his mouth pressed into a firm line, his fingers drumming lazily against his knee like he couldn’t care less.

Liar.

You swallowed hard. If he had looked at you, if he had said something, anything—maybe you wouldn’t have done it. But he didn’t. So you took a breath and slid onto Mingyu’s lap, feeling his arm come around your waist, solid and warm, grounding you when you felt like floating right out of your own body.

His hands were gentle, his touch careful, like he didn’t want to spook you. One hand came up, threading into your hair as he pulled you in, slow and deliberate. His lips met yours, soft, unhurried. Mingyu kissed like someone who knew what he was doing—confident, assured, but not pushy.

But it wasn’t Bangchan.

The cheers, the clapping, the wolf whistles—they all sounded far away, muffled under the rush of your own thoughts. You were hyper-aware of the way Mingyu held you, how he didn’t let go even after pulling back, his arm still locked around your waist like a silent claim.

You tried to find Bangchan in the crowd, but he wasn’t looking at you. He wasn’t looking at anything. He just sat there, unreadable, his posture relaxed, his jaw tight.

Then the bottle spun. And landed on him.

Mingyu wasted no time. “I dare you to kiss one of the girls.”

Your stomach twisted.

The room fell quiet, the energy shifting. All eyes turned to Bangchan, waiting for his move. He exhaled slowly through his nose, his fingers tapping against the side of his thigh before he stood, stretching out his shoulders like this was nothing.

For one wild second, you thought he would walk straight to you. That he would pull you out of Mingyu’s lap, tilt your chin up, and kiss you in front of everyone. That the whole secret would unwind in the span of a heartbeat.

But he didn’t even glance your way.

Instead, he turned— And kissed Eunji.

You didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t blink as she tilted her head up to meet him halfway, a little smirk playing on her lips. His hand cupped her face, fingers pressing into her skin just enough to make it look effortless, like he’d done it before.

The room erupted again, cheers and laughter filling the space, but all you could hear was the roaring in your ears.

It wasn’t supposed to sting like this. But it did.

You swallowed hard, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth to keep from saying something reckless. Hyunjin muttered something about being exhausted, and you could’ve kissed him for it—because if this stupid game lasted another second, you were going to snap.

Before anyone could stop you, you slipped away, heading straight to your room. You needed to move, to find something, anything, to keep your hands and mind busy before you started spiraling. You sat on your bed, rifling through your bag for the damn book you bought, but before you could even process a single word on the page, the door creaked open.

"Hey."

You didn’t even have to look up. You already knew. Eunji.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her like she had every right to be there. “You okay? You look a little…” She trailed off, tilting her head.

You inhaled sharply, forcing yourself to stay calm. "Just tired."

"Yeah, I bet you are."

Something about her tone made your spine go rigid.

You lifted your gaze, brows knitting together. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Eunji let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, like she was pitying you. "I just think keeping up this little game must be exhausting. You know, acting like a whore."

The words hit you like a slap. Your whole body went still. "What did you just say?"

She smirked. "Please. I saw you and Bangchan all over each other on the beach. You looked pretty into it, too. Meanwhile, Mingyu was here, clueless, waiting for you like an idiot. So yeah, that’s why I dared you. I wanted to see just how deep this little act of yours went."

Your pulse roared in your ears.

"You…" You stood up so fast your vision blurred. "Are you serious right now? That’s why you did it? Just to humiliate me?"

Eunji’s expression didn’t change. "No, I did it because you can’t have everything, sweetie. You can’t keep stringing them both along like some selfish little—"

"Say it." Your voice was sharp, your fists clenched at your sides. "Go ahead, say it."

She took a step closer, her smile widening like she wanted you to break. "You’re playing with them. And it’s disgusting."

Your breath hitched.

Eunji’s words slammed into you, cold and cutting, laced with something so cruel it made your stomach turn. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think—just stood there, locked in place as the weight of it all crashed down on you.

She smiled, tilting her head like she was amused. "They'll figure you out eventually. Guys don’t like girls like you."

Like you.

Your throat burned, but before you could even find a way to respond, she turned, opening the door with a careless flick of her wrist. "See you downstairs." And then she was gone.

The room felt too small, too suffocating, like the walls were closing in. Your hands shook at your sides, useless, helpless, and your chest ached with something deep and ugly.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to rip open the door and demand to know why she had done this—why she had looked at you like you were filth beneath her shoe, why she had taken something messy and complicated and turned it into something cruel.

Instead, you stood there, your pulse hammering in your ears, your vision blurring at the edges.

Because some small, broken part of you believed her.

As if your heart and mind had a life of their own, you reached for your phone, fingers trembling as they curled around the device.

you: are you available to be my very beautiful and talented, all-knowing voice of reason? hyunjin: i’m always available for flattery. where are you? you: roof porch. bring snacks. i’m emotionally distressed.

A few minutes later, the wooden planks creaked as Hyunjin climbed up, a bag of chips in one hand and a half-empty bottle of soda in the other. “You’re lucky I’m a good friend,” he said, plopping down beside you. “Otherwise, I would’ve charged for this therapy session.”

You let out a weak laugh, knees pulled to your chest as you stared at the now-silent sky. The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled like it—fresh, damp, a little too heavy.

“So,” he prompted, nudging your shoulder. “What’s up?”

You sighed. “Eunji.”

Hyunjin opened the chips. “What happened?”

You hesitated, running a hand through your hair. Saying it out loud made it feel even worse, but if there was one person you could be honest with, it was Hyunjin.

“She saw me and Bangchan at the beach earlier,” you admitted. “And that’s why she dared me to kiss Mingyu.”

His chewing slowed. “Wait. What?”

“She said she did it because I was messing with both of them. And then—” Your voice caught for a second. “She said that this kind of behavior makes me look like a whore.”

The bag crinkled sharply as Hyunjin’s grip tightened. He turned his head so fast you thought he might get whiplash. “She said what?”

You swallowed, forcing out a laugh that sounded nothing like you. “Yeah. Fun, right?”

Hyunjin was quiet for a second, which was almost worse. Because Hyunjin wasn’t quiet unless he was really pissed.

Then he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “What the fuck is wrong with her?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring at the distant glow of the house. “I don’t know.”

“No, seriously.” His voice was sharper now, edged with something protective. “That’s not just a shitty thing to say. She was trying to humiliate you. And for what?”

You shrugged, but it felt heavy. “She said neither of them deserved to be played. And she’s right, Hyun.”

Hyunjin let out a humorless laugh. “Okay, but she just forced you to kiss one of them in front of the other. That’s not playing them?”

You didn’t answer, just tugged at the sleeve of your hoodie.

Hyunjin sighed, running a hand through his hair before tossing an arm around your shoulder. “You know you don’t deserve that, right?”

You leaned into him slightly, your head against his shoulder. “Yeah. I don’t know.” But it came out too soft.

He squeezed your arm. “No, really. Whatever’s happening with Bangchan or Mingyu—that’s your business. Not hers. She just wanted to make you feel small.”

You exhaled slowly, your chest a little less tight. “Thanks, Dr. Hwang.”

He grinned softly. “Anytime. That’ll be five hundred bucks.”

You rolled your eyes, but for the first time that night, the weight in your chest didn’t feel unbearable.

The kitchen was quiet, the only sound was the faint clink of a spoon against ceramic as Bangchan poured himself a bowl of cereal. The morning light cast soft shadows across the counter, making everything feel strangely delicate—except for the tension sitting thick in the air between you.

You took a breath and stepped closer. “Hey.”

Nothing.

You swallowed. “Can we talk?”

Still nothing. He reached for the milk, pouring it over his cereal like you weren’t even standing there.

“Bangchan.” Your voice was softer now, almost pleading.

He picked up his bowl, turned, and walked right past you, settling on the couch without so much as a glance in your direction. The TV clicked on. Your stomach twisted.

You stood there for a second, waiting, hoping, begging for him to look up, to roll his eyes, to say something. But he didn’t. It was like you didn’t exist.

You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing down whatever was threatening to rise in your throat, then turned and walked away. By mid-morning, the house was awake. Someone had music playing low, there was laughter in the distance, but you still felt stuck in that moment—frozen in that awful, deafening silence.

You needed to get out. You slipped on your shoes and grabbed a jacket, making your way to the door when a voice stopped you.

“Going somewhere?”

You turned to see Mingyu, leaning against the doorway, hair still messy from sleep, looking at you like he already knew the answer.

“Just for a walk,” you said, pulling your sleeves over your hands.

He studied you for a beat before tilting his head. “Mind if I come?”

For a second, you hesitated. But then your mind flickered back to Bangchan—the way he didn’t even look at you, the way he shut you out completely.

You forced a small smile. “Yeah, sure.”

And just like that, you left. Not once bothering to glance back. You already knew—Bangchan hated you right now.

The two of you walked along the damp trail, the scent of rain still clinging to the air. Mingyu shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing at you every now and then like he was waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t.

“So,” he finally said, breaking the silence, “you’ve been acting weird.”

You let out a breathy laugh, kicking at a loose pebble. “That’s just my personality.”

Mingyu huffed. “I mean it. You’re… somewhere else.”

You didn’t answer right away. It wasn’t like you could just spill everything. Instead, you shrugged. “Just tired, I guess.”

He didn’t look convinced. “You know, for someone who loves running their mouth, you go real quiet when it actually matters.”

You shot him a look. “Are you psychoanalyzing me now?”

“I’m just saying,” he mused, “we were good. But now it feels like you’re—” He paused, searching for the right word. “—drifting.”

That stung a little. Because he wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not drifting,” you muttered. “I’m just… thinking.”

Mingyu tilted his head, studying you. “Thinking about what?”

Your throat tightened. If you started talking, you weren’t sure what would come spilling out. About Bangchan. About Eunji. About the fact that maybe you were the problem.

Instead, you forced a smirk. “Whether or not I should push you into that puddle.”

Mingyu scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, okay. Keep avoiding.” He kicked at the dirt. “I just… don’t want things to get weird with us.”

Something in your chest twisted. Because the truth was, things already were weird. And it wasn’t fair to Mingyu—he didn’t even know why.

You nudged his arm with your elbow, keeping your voice light. “Things aren’t weird.”

Mingyu arched his brow. “You won’t even look at me.”

You blinked. He caught that? Finally, you sighed. “Mingyu…”

Mingyu stopped walking. Just like that.

You felt it before you even turned to face him—that shift in the air, the tension settling between you like an invisible wall.

“Okay,” he said, voice calmer than it should’ve been. “Then what is it?”

You swallowed. “What?”

“You’re pulling away. I wanna know why.” He held your gaze, steady and unwavering. “Because I thought things were going great.”

Your stomach twisted. They were going great. And maybe in another universe—one where things were simpler, where your heart didn’t trip over itself every time Bangchan so much as looked at you—things would’ve kept going great.

Mingyu exhaled through his nose. “Is it him?”

Your mouth went dry.

“Bangchan,” he clarified.

You rushed to shake your head, but he only let out a short laugh—humorless, bitter.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s what I thought.”

“Mingyu—”

He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “You know, I liked where this was going. I liked you. I still like you. And then he got in the middle of it.”

Your heart squeezed painfully. “It’s not like that. Just let me explain…”

“Isn’t it?” He let out another laugh, sharper this time. “Come on. You can’t even look at me properly. Every time I touch you, it’s like you flinch. And I was dumb enough to think it was just nerves, or maybe I was moving too fast, but no.” He shook his head, gaze piercing. “It’s because you’re thinking about him.”

You opened your mouth, desperate to fix this, but what could you even say?

“I should’ve known,” he muttered. “Should’ve figured it out the second he started acting like a territorial asshole.”

“Mingyu, stop.” You stepped forward, reaching for his wrist. “Bangchan didn’t do anything.”

He pulled away. “Maybe not. But you did.”

Your breath hitched. What? He let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not playing games with you, alright?”

Before Mingyu could take another step, a voice sliced through the humid air.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bangchan’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. He was standing there, hoodie up, hands buried in his pockets, chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted here. His nose was red from the cold, but his eyes—his eyes were locked on you.

Mingyu let out a low, humorless chuckle, stepping back like he’d been expecting this. “Of course…” He dragged a hand through his hair, shaking his head.

And just like that, the three of you were stuck in some ridiculous, messy standoff. You, standing awkwardly in the middle, Mingyu looking like he was ready to break something, and Bangchan… Well, he wasn’t even acknowledging Mingyu. His focus was entirely on you.

You cleared your throat, tugging your sweatshirt down like it could somehow shield you from the weight of their stares. “We were just talking…” you mumbled, trying—and failing—not to sound like you’d just been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

Bangchan scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. “Didn’t sound like just talking.”

Mingyu stepped forward, half in front of you, half blocking Bangchan’s view. “And that’s none of your business, man. Now back off.”

You sighed, stepping beside Mingyu instead of behind him. “Seriously, guys—”

But they weren’t listening. Of course they weren’t. They were too busy puffing up their chests like two overgrown peacocks, shoulders squared, eyes locked, practically vibrating with testosterone and bad decisions.

“I’m not talking to you.” Bangchan tilted his head, eyes darkening. 

“You’re pathetic. Always trying to play the hero, the good guy, stepping in where no one asked you to.” Mingyu’s smirk dropped. “Thought you would’ve learned your lesson the first time.”

Your stomach twisted. “Mingyu.” Your voice was a warning, sharp and edged with something close to panic.

Because you knew exactly what he was talking about.

And so did Bangchan.

"Nah, let him talk." Bangchan tilted his head, a slow, mocking nod as his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "How long have you been choking on that, huh? Must be rough, always coming in second. You should get used to it."

Mingyu stepped in without hesitation, their chests brushing for half a second before he shoved Bangchan back, hard enough to make your breath catch.

"You’re a fucking traitor." His voice was low, shaking with rage. "And you deserved every bit of shit you got."

Before you could process what was happening, his fist connected with Bangchan’s jaw. The crack of impact sent a jolt of shock through your spine, and you stumbled back.

"Guys!" you gasped, panic lacing your voice, but it was too late.

They were already on the ground, rolling through the damp grass like rabid animals, fists flying, grunts and sharp exhales cutting through the night air.

"Are you fucking serious?!" you shouted, your frustration mounting as they kept going, oblivious to anything but their own anger. You searched for something—anything—to break them up, but your hands were empty, and your patience was gone.

"Enough!" Your voice rang out, sharp and commanding, and for a second, the world stilled.

Breathing hard, they tore away from each other, chests heaving. Mingyu’s brow was split, blood trickling down the side of his face, while Bangchan wiped at his nose, already red with fresh blood.

You glared at them, heart racing. "Are you guys five? Actually, scratch that — five-year-olds have more self-control than this."

Bangchan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, spitting blood onto the grass with a scoff. "Not my fault he couldn’t keep his fists to himself."

Mingyu scoffed, wiping at his brow. "And you fucking deserved it. Why do you always have to get in my way?"

Bangchan barely had time to take another step before your hand shot out, pressing against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“I said enough.” Your voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. You turned to Mingyu, exhaling through your nose. “Look, I’m sorry. I swear I never meant to hurt you. I just—I had too much going on, and I didn’t know how to handle it. You didn’t deserve to be lied to, and that’s on me. But this?” You gestured to the mess of blood and bruises between them. “This doesn’t make anything better.”

Mingyu let out a slow breath, dragging the back of his hand over his busted brow. He shook his head, jaw tight, but he didn’t say anything.

“I’m not a fucking prize for you two to fight over, alright?” Your voice wavered slightly, but the fire in your eyes didn’t.

A bitter chuckle slipped from Mingyu’s lips as he took a step back. “Whatever.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked off, disappearing into the night.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, but when you spun around, your anger reignited.

“And you!” You shoved Bangchan hard enough to make him step back, his expression shifting from confusion to something unreadable.

He barely got the chance to respond before you shoved him again, frustration bubbling over.

“You’re such a fucking idiot!”

Bangchan’s fingers wrapped around your wrists, but you wrenched free, stepping back like his touch burned. You were breathing hard, trying to hold yourself together, but the anger and frustration were clawing their way up your throat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your voice cracked, but you powered through. “We had the most perfect night and now everything is ruined!”

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I wasn’t thinking, alright? I just—”

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, no shit.”

Bangchan rolled his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You kissed him. In front of me. And then I had to sit there and listen to him act like you were his, like he knew you the way I do. I’m sorry if I still have a little heat in my blood, but I wasn’t about to let that slide.”

His chest was heaving, his breathing uneven, but you were past caring.

“You almost killed each other, Chan.”

“I regret it,” he admitted, his voice rough, “but not because of him.”

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking your head as tears burned behind your eyes. “This is a goddamn joke. Everything I was terrified of? It’s happening. People talking, twisting shit, and now look at me—I’m the villain in their little story. The indecisive bitch who couldn’t pick a side.”

Bangchan’s expression darkened. “Don’t say that. That’s not who you are—”

“Doesn’t matter.” Your voice was barely above a whisper now. “It’s too late, don’t you see?”

He reached for you, but you stepped back again. Your hands were shaking now, but you forced out a small, broken laugh. “This was never going to work. It never did. And I was an idiot to think otherwise.”

Bangchan's eyes flashed with something unreadable—panic, maybe—but you didn’t wait to figure it out. You were already turning away, putting more distance between you with every step. And this time, he didn’t stop you.

His hood slipped down as the wind howled between you, ripping through the space that had already grown too wide, too empty. His hair was a mess, his breathing uneven, and his eyes—God, his eyes—wild and desperate, like he was watching something slip through his fingers that he wasn’t ready to let go of.

“You don’t mean that.”

Your stomach twisted. Your pulse pounded in your throat. But you forced the words out anyway. “Yeah, I do.”

They tasted like blood, bitter and metallic, like something inside you had torn open. But you couldn’t take them back. You wouldn’t.

“It’s over, okay?” The breath you took was shaky, like your own body was rejecting the thought. “I’m sorry, but—”

“Hey, hey, wait…” His voice dropped, softer, pleading now. Like he thought this was fixable. Like you weren’t already breaking apart right in front of him. “What are you talking about?”

He reached for you, fingertips barely grazing your cheek—and you jerked back, every nerve ending screaming at the loss, but you couldn’t let him touch you. If he touched you, this would never end.

Bangchan’s jaw clenched. He exhaled sharply, like your rejection knocked the wind out of him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely holding together.

And then you turned, because if you stayed, if you let yourself see the wreckage in his expression for even one more second, you knew you wouldn’t have the strength to walk away at all.

The wind was ruthless, biting at your skin, but it was nothing compared to the sting in your chest. Or maybe it was the tears—hot, angry, relentless—that blurred your vision, dripping down your face before you even noticed they were there.

The weight pressing against your ribs grew heavier, unbearable, like your own body was turning against you. Walking wasn’t enough. Breathing wasn’t enough. You needed to run.

So you did.

Your feet pounded against the ground, carrying you toward the sea—the only thing vast enough, endless enough, to swallow you whole. But it wouldn’t take this away. It wouldn’t drown out the way his voice still clung to your skin, the way his touch still burned like a brand you couldn’t shake. 

You just needed to leave. To be alone.

To forget that, for one reckless, fleeting, stupid moment, your heart had ever dared to belong to Bangchan.

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𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡

— a jj maybank one shot

✰ when y/n wears a new skirt out to brunch with the girls that her boyfriend, jj, thinks is simply too short

rating: sfw — cw: suggestive language/situations

“i don’t get it — why would anyone want to make breakfast and lunch one thing? taking two perfectly good opportunities to eat and turnin’ ‘em into one,” jj vented to his girlfriend who was hidden just behind the cracked bathroom door and all she could do was smile to herself as she finished applying her lipgloss.

“i’ll be back around noon then we’re good for a surf, yeah?” y/n questioned as she swiftly emerged into the living room, grabbing her bag from beside her boyfriend who sat slouched on the couch, snacking on whatever he could find.

“hell yeah,” he agreed, blue eyes lazily focused on the tv as he absentmindedly flicked through the same channels over and over again, “tell the girls i said— woah.”

“what?” y/n deadpanned, frozen in place as her boyfriend was now staring up at her with wide eyes, watching as his gaze trailed up and down her tanned legs before resting near her hips. his mouth went dry as he attempted to formulate the next words to say — the right words to say.

“i— uh, that’s… that’s new,” he commented in reference to the short frilly skirt that tightly hugged his girlfriend’s hips, stopping just above her mid-thigh and leaving the plush flesh on full display.

“yeah, it is,” y/n smiled brightly, clasping her hands in front of her waist bashfully, lightly twisting side-to-side to show off the flowy material, “sarah got one to match; you like it?”

jj pursed his lips before swiping his tongue over them, unsure of how to correctly answer. “i do,” he assured honestly with a slow nod, though his tone indicated there was a little more to it.

“but…?” y/n trailed off, becoming self conscious as she crossed her arms over her chest. “exactly,” he continued, pushing himself off of the couch before peering down at her through his messy blonde hair.

“what?” y/n laughed lightly, eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head. “y’don’t think it’s a little… little?” jj reasoned, resting his hands on her waist before running them down her hips, stopping at the hem of her skirt and lightly tugging it playfully in emphasis.

“jay, it’s like a hundred degrees out,” y/n sighed, her heart slightly sinking as she lightly pulled away, “i thought you—.”

“hey, hey, no — you look good,” he rushed out, before a small smile pulled at his pink lips as he tugged her towards him again, “like, really really good.”

“stop,” y/n rolled her eyes playfully, lightly hitting his defined, tank-top covered chest, “seriously — does it… bother you?”

“you don’t bother me,” jj muttered, gently placing his hands on either side of her face, “men with their beady little eyes do.” y/n laughed softly at the disgusted look on his face, though jj couldn’t have been more serious; the idea alone made his jaw clench.

“i mean, they can look,” she shrugged before pressing a quick kiss go the corner of his mouth, “but they can’t touch.”

“damn right,” jj mumbled with small smirk before planting a firm kiss on her lips while sliding his hands down her hips. “mm, i have to go,” y/n softly laughed against his mouth, slowly pushing him back by the shoulders before breaking the kiss, knowing one thing leads to another very quickly with him.

“right,” jj agreed, swiftly leaving a light slap on her butt with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “have fun.” y/n let out a surprised yelp, shooting him a playful glare with an uncontrollable smile on her face before spinning on her heels and heading for the door.

he couldn’t help but watch as she walked away, his lids low over his crystal eyes as he chewed on the inside of his lip, his eyes running along her body from her hair down to her feet — he’s still not at all sure how she is his.

“later! i love you!” y/n yelled giddily as she nearly skipped out the door. “i love you, babe — call me if you need me!” he yelled after her just before the door shut, though it went without saying; if anyone ever tried anything, or even stared at his girl for a little too long (which truthfully was any amount of time at all), he’d happily get comfortable in the back of a cop car — again.

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High

(Dean Winchester x female reader)

Summary Rowena douses you and Dean with some magical weed. CWs The drugs made them do it. Or did they? Idiots in love. 18+. 2.3k words.

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There’s something in your teeth and while you’re in the bathroom you use the moment to poke around. It’s something small and hard and just as you wonder what the hell it could be, your fingernail catches it and you pull your hand back to look at it.

It’s a tiny crumb of brilliant green, like a splinter from a crystal. You frown.

“Dean?” you say, voice raised so he can hear you from the bedroom.

“Yeah?” you hear back.

“Was there anything weird about those brownies Rowena left?” There’s silence, then Dean’s voice again.

“Weird how?” he replies.

You turn around, walk into the bedroom still looking at the tiny crystal on your fingertip.

“Because I could be totally wrong,” you say, walking to where Dean was cleaning his gun when you walked into the bathroom, “but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this type of crystal before, and it’s not—”

You fall quiet when you look up and see that Dean has put his gun and cleaning kit to the side and is just wiping some crumbs off his face with the back of his hand. You stand there and stare at him, finger still raised, and then he slowly chews and then swallows.

“I’m pretty sure she roofied us,” you say, deadpan, as you watch Dean’s throat move. It’s fascinating.

“Oh,” he says, nodding slowly.

“Did you eat all of them?” you ask. Dean frowns at you.

“No,” he answers, sounding offended.

“It’s fine if you did,” you reply. “It would just be important to know.”

“Okay, Mom,” he says, rolling his eyes and you make a face at him.

“Dean, these are moss crystals,” you say, indicating your finger although there’s no way Dean can see the little crumb on your finger. “That shit will fly you to the moon. How much did you have?” Dean shrugs.

“Like, two,” he says, and you nod.

“Okay, that’s not so bad,” you say. “I’m guessing you have a bit of a…tolerance.” Dean chuckles.

“Sam’s the pothead of the family, not me,” he says, moving his gun back in front of him.

“I mean because of the drinking,” you clarify. Dean shrugs again and you drop your hand, sigh.

“Well, I guess there go your plans to go out and get laid tonight,” you say just as Dean starts taking apart his gun.

“’S fine,” he says, not looking at you. “I don’t need to go to a bar. We can watch TV and order pizza.” You nod.

“Great,” you sigh.

Tripping out with Dean. That should be fun.

You don’t know how you end up on the carpet. It’s like you blink and the next moment you are looking up at the ceiling, body stretched out.

You’re completely calm, you feel great, actually, and only then you notice that Dean is lying next to you. You’re unsure if he was there before or if he just laid down.

“I think it’s kicking in,” you say, and your voice sounds like it’s coming out from deep in your belly.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Dean says, adjusting a little so he’s lying exactly next to you. You pull down the corners of your mouth.

“It’s not bad,” you say and hear Dean exhale.

“Yeah,” he says again. You take a deep breath, sigh.

“Hey, do you think we should go after her?” you ask, arm flopping up as you’re gesticulating, then dropping down again, this time touching Dean’s arm, the skin where his shirt is rolled up.

“Yeah,” he says again, for the third time, then you hear him turn his head towards you. “Who?”

“Rowena,” you clarify and a second later you and Dean both realize at the same time that you’re rubbing the skin of your arm against his. You both look down your bodies and you stop your arm, realizing that you probably shouldn’t do that.

“That felt nice,” you hear Dean say. You blink up at him, slowly. It did feel nice. With the reservations that would usually stop you gone, you run your fingertips over Dean’s arm, from the crook of his elbow down to the back of his hand. When you start pulling your hand back, Dean turns his and you card your fingers into his.

Dean brings his hand up, still holding yours, closer to both of your faces while you study it. He makes a little noise deep in his throat and it’s almost like you can see the sound waves of it traveling through the air.

“Your skin is amazing,” Dean says, voice echoey. For some reason, it makes you giggle. He looks at your face, soft smile on his.

“You’re high,” you say, but still you roll onto your side, towards Dean. He turns to you too, still touching your skin. He smells incredible, and you can’t believe you never noticed. Sandalwood and leather and motor oil. Maybe some caramel.

Dean runs his fingers from your arm over your shoulder, lets it rest there. Then the idea hits you. Uncoordinated, you slap your hand against his chest.

“I have the best idea,” you say and Dean just grins.

You saw the pool earlier and it’s so late that you’re pretty sure no one will catch you. Or that’s what you would think if you were thinking about stuff like that at all. You’re not. You walk up to the side, Dean close behind you.

“I don’t have any swim trunks,” he says, looking at the blue water below him, then turns to you, but you’re already tugging up your shirt.

“Woah,” he says and you grin at him as you wrestle it off.

“Come on, Winchester,” you say, “nothing I haven’t seen before on other, less Winchester-y people.”

It makes you chuckle and Dean laughs, then, with some issues in coordination, he starts tugging off his flannel. You’re already pushing down your jeans, feet bare from when you were in the motel room. Dean looks back at you, eyes running over you and when you return his gaze, he grins and looks away.

“Perv,” you mutter and he shakes his head as he opens his belt.

“Just worried about you getting your underwear wet,” he replies. Your hands shoot to behind your back, opening the clasp of your bra as you let it drop down your arms. Distantly you feel like that is not something you should be doing, but Dean’s eyes going wide as saucers and his mouth dropping open is enough to distract you.

“Not gonna get wet,” you say with a wink.

The warm night air feels amazing on your skin and you want to feel it everywhere, so while Dean is battling with his fly, you tug down your panties and before he can look your way again, you jump into the pool.

For a few seconds, you’re underwater, and it is the best feeling in the world. You feel like you’re floating, like gravity has left you. When you dive back up you run your hands over your face and hair.

“Oh my God,” you say, eyes still closed against the water. “This is incredible.” You blink your eyes open. Dean’s still standing a few feet from the edge of the pool. His black t-shirt is hanging off both arms but he managed to get his jeans, socks and boots off.

“What are you waiting for?” you ask, swimming towards the edge. Dean looks down himself as you cross your arms on the edge, frown at him.

“I think I got a boner,” he says and for a second it’s just something he said and then it’s the funniest thing in the world. You laugh so hard you’re glad you’re holding on to the edge of the pool cause you think you might drown otherwise. Dean’s laughing too, but he’s sputtering defensively as well.

“Just get in,” you say, leaning your head back. “Who cares about your stupid boner.”

Dean huffs and then takes the rest of his clothes off.

Oh, you think. You care about his stupid boner.

You only see him for a second though, because then he starts running and cannonballs into the pool. He comes up, hands rubbing his face roughly as he swims towards you. The drops that are clinging to his long lashes and the way his hair sticks off his head make your breath catch in your throat.

“That is incredible,” he says and you grin at him. Without knowing why or wondering if you should, you swim towards him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Dean wraps his around your waist. He looks so breathtakingly good that it makes you feel dumb.

“Thanks,” Dean says, and you’re not sure if you said what you were thinking out loud. You run your fingers over the skin on his upper back. It’s perfection.

“You know what I think would feel amazing?” Dean says and you don’t know when his face got so close to yours. You nod, and just as you wonder if Rowena’s magical weed is kicking in again and if you could possibly be getting higher than before, you feel Dean’s erection glide through your palm. He moans into your mouth, and again, you’re not sure when he got this close but you really couldn’t care less.

Yes, you’re definitely higher than you were before but then your back hits the side of the pool, gently, and suddenly Dean pushes into you, the sensation of him making your eyelids flutter, and his lips run over your jaw, and you’ve never felt anything as perfect as that.

“Oh God,” you pant, trying to drag him closer to you with your arms but he’s already as close as he can be. “I think we should—”

You’re on your back, the fabric of the blanket under you rubbing against your naked skin feeling as good as you think a high-class massage must feel. The pillows have been shoved up on the bed, the blankets to the side and you’re opened wide, not a millimeter of your body hidden from Dean as he moves over you.

You’re breathing hard and it feels like your entire body is covered in static, and every time Dean touches you somewhere the static discharges there, only to build up again immediately. You grab for his face, pull him close, desperate as his hips keep driving against you in the smoothest motion you have ever felt or seen. You throw your head back, and it feels like your eyes are about to see the inside of your skull.

“That feels so good,” you moan and pull Dean in to kiss him, but then suddenly his face isn’t in front of you anymore but behind you, pressing against your neck as he pulls your leg higher, making you moan.

“You’re so soft,” he pants into your ear and then you go flying, both of you lifting up, the bed, then the town, then the country, then the world disappearing below you, but it doesn’t matter, because at the center of your universe, Dean’s cock is driving into you, setting you on fire.

His hand goes to your front, cups your breast, his nose rubbing into the sensitive spot below your ear.

“Don’t stop,” you moan and Dean doesn’t. His hand goes to your face, turns you towards him.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he pants, his slow, deep thrusts still unraveling you.

“I know,” you say, bringing your arm back to behind his head. “I did too. I just didn’t want to be – oh my fucking God, Dean, yes – I—I didn’t want to be just another, ah, another conquest.”

Distantly you think that you’re being very eloquent for someone whose brain is in the process of melting.

“Oh sweetheart,” Dean almost purrs, and his hand wanders to your clit, drawing warm, wonderful circles that spin outwards until you wonder if they could affect the planet’s gravity. “You’re so much more than that.”

You pull Dean in, kiss him, run your tongue over his. When you come, it’s like all the stars turn into supernovas at once.

You sit up, sure you’re gonna be sick for a moment. Your hand goes to your forehead, then rubs through your hair. If ever anyone has claimed to have a worse headache than you have now, they must have been lying.

The bottle of pain killers lands on the blanket near your knees and the sound of the pills shaking within their plastic confinement is so harrowing that you almost throw up. You reach for it with a groan, deposit two into your hand.

“You get your beauty sleep?” Dean asks from the bathroom door, toothbrush in hand. He looks about as destroyed as you feel, but he’s clearly showered and dressed and managed to fix his hair, so he’s got that on you.

“I’m gonna kill that asshole witch,” you say as you fish for the bottle of water on your nightstand. Dean nods.

“Yeah, I’ll join you,” he says. You take the pills and drain the rest of the water, then frown.

“Did we… did we go in the motel pool?” you ask, turning back to Dean. He looks off into the distance for a second.

“Maybe?” he says after a few seconds.

“I remember swimming,” you say, slowly, hoping that if you keep your voice down your skull won’t punish you. “And flying.”

“Pretty sure that was the drugs,” Dean says and you make a face at him.

“No shit, Sherlock,” you reply, then narrow your eyes at him.

Eyes. Dean’s green eyes. You remember seeing them up close, and something else.

“Oh my God,” you say as the memories come rushing back, and Dean at the same time says: “Holy shit!”

[asterafroditis]

hey so how do you think Riddle and Azul would deal with a crush who’s a helpful hard worker, if they in project together, crush works well with them and they get good grades, but they have no long term goals and ambitions and zones out a lot. Azul and Riddle, the most ambitious ones ever, are just like “She has no ambitious aura at all?! Wtf?!” And crush is just like

𐔌 . ⋮ no ambitions?! .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ Riddle & Azul x gn! reader (separate)

𓏵 722 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

Had lots of fun writing this out! can definitely relate to reader on some levels _(:3 」∠)_ feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

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Riddle had initially been thrilled to be paired with you for the history project.

You were competent, diligent, and respected deadlines — a rare combination at NRC. Working alongside you was... pleasant, even calming, a sharp contrast to the usual chaos of Heartslabyul.

You would share notes, summarize chapters neatly, and double-check the requirements without him even needing to prompt you. Riddle found himself looking forward to study sessions, mind buzzing not just with textbooks, but the warm thought of how well you worked together.

“They’re so dependable. Such good habits... maybe—maybe I should invite them for tea next time.”

But it wasn’t long before he noticed something... odd.

During a break, while sipping tea he had insisted on brewing properly (“Sloppily made tea reflects a sloppy mind,” he said sternly), he asked in casual conversation, "So. What field do you intend to specialize in after graduation?"

You blinked at him, head tilting in that innocent, peaceful way you did.

"Hm? I dunno. Haven't really thought about it," you said, chewing on a cookie thoughtfully. "I'll figure it out later, maybe."

Riddle stared at you like you had sprouted horns.

"Y-you haven't thought about it?!"

You smiled serenely, resting your chin on your palm.

"Nope. As long as I'm doing okay right now, it's fine."

Riddle nearly dropped his teacup.

“No long-term plan? No ambitions? No charted career path?!”

He tried to cover his shock with a polite cough.

"Ahem. W-well, it is critical to set objectives and milestones to ensure steady personal growth," he said, words tumbling over each other. "I would be happy to assist you in making a detailed five-year plan—"

You just gave him that sweet, blissfully vacant smile. "Maybe someday! Thanks though, Riddle!"

Riddle sat stiffly in his chair, clutching his teacup as a vein throbbed in his temple.

“They're so efficient now, but they're... they're drifting like an unmoored boat! A brilliant, hardworking boat with no rudder! How is this happening?!”

He spent the rest of the project trying very, very hard not to think about how he found your aimless serenity oddly... endearing. Infuriating. But endearing.

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Azul knew right away he was lucky when you were assigned as his partner for the class project.

You were attentive, methodical, and didn’t slack off — the dream partner. He thought to himself, “If only more students had such discipline, Mostro Lounge’s financial reports wouldn’t give me migraines...”

You even handled the trickier parts of the research without complaint. Azul was impressed.

“Efficient. Cooperative. Excellent work ethic. Perfect for building an empire together... Wait. No. Focus, Azul.”

He started to entertain the notion that you might be someone he could genuinely trust—a terrifying but strangely exciting thought.

So during a quieter moment at the Lounge after polishing up your project proposal, he asked, casual but calculating:

"And... what are your future plans? You strike me as someone who could achieve quite a lot if you applied yourself."

You twirled a straw idly in your drink, legs swinging lightly under the table.

"Future plans? Hm... Nah. I’m just kinda going along. I’ll figure something out when I have to."

Azul's smile froze for a fraction of a second.

"You... don't have a strategy? Or even a preliminary outline of your goals?"

You smiled brightly.

"Nope!"

Inside, Azul shrieked.

On the outside, he adjusted his glasses, masking the horror behind a tight, businesslike smile.

"I... see. How... refreshingly spontaneous."

But in his mind, it was chaos.

“No ambition?! No hustle?! No grand designs for success and power?! How can someone so competent lack the drive to leverage it?!”

Every fiber of his being itched to offer you a job at Mostro Lounge, start you on a 12-year plan, sign you up for five internships, and drag you bodily toward greatness.

But you just smiled and went back to doodling something random on the margins of your paper like you hadn’t just shattered his worldview.

Still... as much as it made his head spin, Azul couldn't deny it was... weirdly comforting to be around you.

Maybe it was nice, once in a while, to sit across from someone who didn’t constantly scheme and scramble. Someone content with now.

It drove him insane.

But he kept finding excuses to study with you anyway.

[occamstfs]

In The Rink: Dunks

After moving far away from home Duncan seeks to find new community with the local hockey team. Little does he know that the Captain sees the potential for him to be a new star player.

My little reward for HairyJockTf went a little long so I broke it up into two stories haha! Hope you enjoy this ode to hair growth, jock stink, and hockey! -Occam

The sound of a puck sailing across the ice echoes through the freezing stadium, accompanied by the sound of the massive men racing to catch it. Skates on their massive feet send flurries of shaved ice up in their wake as they zip and turn in shocking displays of brutish grace. When bodies start to collide and fists start to fly in what Duncan Worthy thought was just a fun little scrimmage game he imagines how quickly he would be laid out in such a brawl and begins to hunt for the nearest exit. 

Almost as swiftly as the fight broke out however, coaches call their men to heel and the teams separate. After a second longer of posting up, all return to the game and seem almost playful in the wake of what seemed like genuine violence. Suddenly realizing this is far more a bloodsport than he was aware, Duncan starts backing away sheepishly. Though he was looking for a team sport to find prepackaged community after his move from the south, clearly ice hockey was not the move.

Unfortunately for the suddenly shy Duncan, his attendance today was initiated by him reaching out to one of the players soaring down the ice, Matt King, the team captain. As the burly player turns to see Duncan begin to skulk away he calls his coach to pause the practice and less than a moment later Matt skates to the edge of the rink and begins shouting for Duncan’s attention, “YO! Worthy!” His impressive arms seem even bulkier covered in the thick obscenely large uniform he’s wearing. Duncan audibly gulps, though thankfully he’s far enough away from the athlete that he could scarcely hear.

Duncan isn’t sure why he’s frozen in place, seemingly trapped by Matt’s attention. The skater rolls his eyes as he calls out once more, “Hey kid! Are you coming or what?!” Despite himself he starts walking down rinkside. It’s not like he’s not athletic, Duncan’s healthy, he prides himself on staying fit, lithe. But as he nears Matt it just becomes clear that he bit off far more than he could chew. Even without skates the captain stands well over a head taller than him. Duncan struggles to speak while everything in him begs him to leave with his tail between his legs and never come back. Realizing that Matt is staring down at him expectantly, demanding a response, he speaks up unprepared as he may be, “Well, uhm Matt-”

“Nah nah, call me Kinger, bud. So youse think you’re ready to hop on the ice eh?” Duncan feels his bones turn to jelly as every neuron struggles to heed his flight response. There is simply no recourse but to escape, he’s too small, they’re too intimidating, they’ll break him in half completely accidentally. But he remains firmly rooted in the captain’s gaze. Kinger whistles to the equipment manager to summon some skates for Duncan and the sound forces the fearful man to attention. His shaky hands grow rigid as the older man approaches with a pair of skates. “See ya out on the rink Worthy!” 

Kinger turns and gets back to the game. Duncan’s preylike instincts are overpowered by the man’s words. Though from any reasonable angle it’s just a phrase in parting, they sear into his mind like programming. See ya out on the rink. Pausing to watch the game resume, the desire to leave wanes as he sees the men grind against each other after the puck. Certainly looks like they’re having fun right? Wearing all that protection, how bad could it be? How bad could he be? Sitting down he changes into the smallest pair of skates the team had for him, even still his toes have about an extra inch of wiggle room. Neglecting to take that as yet another sign to back out, Duncan hops up on the wall and then he’s on the ice.

Still finding his bearings he slides along and sticks to the wall. The manager tosses him a stick and the coach implores he get used to moving around on the ice. Duncan sighs and, despite his limited experience skating, finds himself immediately moving with intuitive familiarity. Faster than he can comprehend it becomes second nature, allowing his attention return to the burly men on the far side of the rink going at it. Soon enough he can’t even remember what he was so scared of, excitement begins to build in his chest as he begins to follow the puck from afar. 

From his vantage point he races with a fluidity alien to himself, as if the skates have imbued him with a lifetime of experience skating. Chewing his lip he has a stray thought wondering about wearing a mouthguard which he promptly discards, lest it interfere with his keeping up with the puck. Eagerness to properly join in the fray with the crew of men who outsize him before even accounting for their bulky pads continues to burn within him, he scratches at his chest and finds his tee hugging his torso in a distinctly odd manner. And man, beyond whatever butterflies hide in his chest, his skin is itchy enough that he should be concerned about an allergic reaction. 

But no, no time. He’s gotta keep his mental. The puck goes long and flies towards him. Both teams follow the puck hungrily with their eyes before it nears the man who holds a hockey stick for the first time. He doesn't think as he moves, he doesn’t need to. It’s as if he were made for this. The sound of his stick making contact sends a crack through the stadium that echoes louder than a gunshot. The puck shoots past the men who now stand with mouths agape. He stands tall with pride, seemingly taller than he’s ever stood before. Must be the skates he thinks with a newfound cocky smirk across his face, but as his midriff is clearly exposed, the few hairs compromising his meager treasure trail fluttering in the aircon, it is clear something has changed in the man.

Practice is cut short soon after and Duncan has an immediate meeting with the Captain and Coach. Off the ice the confidence that filled Duncan begins to seep away, certainly not helped by the fact that he apparently threw on a shirt a couple sizes too small. He blushes as the older coach puts his hand out for a shake and his arm goes an embarrassing length past his sleeve. The coach simply smiles and nods though, and before Kinger even gets a chance to vouch for the newbie he’s already on the team. Duncan doesn’t notice as his shoes have apparently inched to fill the skates that were a size too large as his head begins to swim with the excitement of being out there with the boys. 

His shirt hugs his chest even tighter as Kinger pats him on the back, “Welcome to the team Worthy!” Duncan smiles looking up at his captain and while struggling to get his shoes to fit he speaks up only to hear the first voice crack he’s had in a decade, “Ah well, then yoOu- Ah!” His mouth slams hard enough it seems to be welded shut as he clears his throat. Kinger smirks and ruffles the newbie’s hair laughing, “Howsabout you go shave up and take a shower. Wear that tarp any longer you’ll have to peel ‘er off, hah!” 

With that he leaves Duncan behind and heads off to the locker room leaving his new teammate behind to take in his words. Shave? He scratches his cheek and tilts his head as he finds more stubble than he thought he left the house with. Guess it must have been a week since he shaved he guesses. Putting it on the todo list he then sniffs himself and grimaces as he finds himself muskier than he’s been after his sweatiest workout. There’s an audible sound as he pulls his sticky shirt from his skin which convinces him to expedite his time out of here. Still unable to get his shoes off he finds a pair of tennis shoes left with the equipment given to him and throws them on.

It takes a few steps for him to get used to them, despite his complaints to the equipment manager these tennis shoes are even larger than the skates he was given. Though feeling cramped in every other piece of clothing he finds himself not quite minding the room. Hopping in his car to drive home he furrows his brow as he finds himself needing to adjust all his mirrors. His new odor rapidly fills the car, overpowering the smell of his pristine equipment with ease as he speeds off to clean off the stink of his first practice. 

Storming into his apartment he struggles to tear his clothes off en route to the bath. His sweaty shirt gets stuck on his shoulders as he tries to yank it upward, exposing a core thicker, his waist seemingly filled out from the hourglass figure he has unintentionally maintained. Beyond that his treasure trail seems to be claiming far more real estate as it flourishes upwards and outwards, curls as thick and long as his pubes begin an ascent above his waistline as they begin to shade the whole of his lower stomach. 

No time for inspection however as he starts the shower going as soon as he gets the shirt off, grimacing at the clear tearing sounds of fabric giving way. Arms still upraised he quickly turns away from his steaming pits, quick enough that he notices not how his few curls have begun to multiply. Instead he leans in close to see the stubble that Kinger called out. He twists his jaw to get a good look at every angle and rolls his eyes as he finds it as patchy as ever. His eyes glaze over and his jaw slackens as he finds himself briefly distracted by a thought, or no, a memory? 

The rink always brings out a rookie’s stubble Matt- It’ll just grow back. Why shave when that’s time you can spend on the ice?

He comes to before he even notices he was out, his thicker hand scratching at stubble that is thicker, darker than it was seemingly seconds earlier. Duncan certainly doesn’t mind though, seeing his beard fill in more, becoming stubble he can be proud of fills him with a surge of pride, and below the belt something else begins to surge. He smirks as he contemplates whether he should masturbate before or after taking a shower, grasping at his cock and finding it weightier than usual he quickly makes up his mind. What the hell, why wait.

Then his phone rings, a message from his Captain. His cock twitches as he focuses in on the message, “yo worthy sry for not askin earlier- oilers v flyers 2nite, u down 2 come over” Without a thought or second of hesitation he replies “ya” and he begins getting ready to go. Turning off the shower before even stepping inside he remembers he still stinks and bathes himself in cologne, smirking as he stares at his body in the mirror, proud as he sees his paltry patch of chest hair seems larger, thicker than he remembers it being. He pokes at a new weight on his chest and fights the urge to flex his barely existent muscle as every movement seems to have a bit more force behind it.

Duncan pointedly avoids questioning new idiosyncrasies as they begin to pop up. Surely he didn’t just douse himself in Axe instead of showering? Why does he know where Kinger lives? When he goes to his wardrobe he finds most of his clothes simply do not fit right. Button ups struggle to close across his chest and thicker waist. He struggles to move his arms in tees and sweaters as they hug his shoulders. Nothing without an elastic waistband seems to be able to manage stretching around his ass. Throwing on his new tennis shoes as they seem to be the only ones that fit he finds them almost snug? 

Every roadblock causes micro-headaches. Questioning them only exacerbates the issue, while acceptance ameliorates. Throwing on sweatpants and the baggiest shirt he could find, Duncan doesn’t even give himself a once over before he’s out the door. On the road once more he only keeps one hand on the wheel while the other mindlessly feels himself up. His stomach is tighter for sure, with an alluring amount of give. New pecs pop out just far enough for his hand to push up on them, which allows him realize that any amount of excitement will cause his larger bulge to show in his sweatpants. No time to debate how he’ll conceal that from the Captain he wanders up to the front door and prepares himself.

As if Kinger knew he was standing there, the door swings open and the Captain’s thrown his arms around Duncan’s wider shoulders. His thick palms slam into the newbie’s back with enough force to send him falling on his face. Presently each slam only sends more pleasure into Duncan. Feeling his player’s package unmistakable poking into his own waist at the embrace, Kinger clicks his tongue, “Ah excited to see me eh? Hah! Be sure not to lose control bud, need all of youse out on the rink.” Released from the bro-hug Duncan gulps and blushes as he is less than certain he will be able to go long at all without giving in to desire burning stronger than ever. 

Seeing doubt in his expression Kinger’s friendly eyes switch to something far more commanding and Duncan stands rigid. Gotta listen to the Captain. Watching stubble thicken and the once baggy shirt tighten even further on his broad shoulders, Kinger returns to joviality and points to a stack of pizzas on the coffee table, “You hungry bud?” Duncan suddenly feels an emptiness in his stomach and wonders when the last time he ate even was as he feels a hunger more ravenous than he could understand overtake him. His mouth waters like a drooling dog as he mindlessly goes to tear open a box. Already stuffing his face he takes in the number of boxes and asks, with uncharacteristic slovenliness, “Scho, uhhh is more of the team coming or wha?” 

Kinger smirks and stands behind the smaller man, massaging his shoulders, “Nono those are just for us, didja forget how much food youse demolish bud?” Looking at the stack he knows that can’t be right, he’s never even had the need to exercise moderation. The idea of eating more than four slices is anathema, and yet less than a minute into the game he’s already starting his fifth and his stomach demands more yet. Kinger watches the man feast, knowing his newest teammate needs all the calories he can get as his body struggles to put on pounds at a speed eldritch. Shoulders broadening enough to be shoulder pads themselves as chest hair begins to bloom far beyond the small patch that has long made its home in the center of his chest.

Spreading out like a fungus, follicles neglected by puberty go into overdrive as his greasy hands funnel food into him, getting grease over stubble that begins to crest its way into a solid beard. Duncan is unaware as he demolishes the first box of pizza by himself as he is completely absorbed into the game on TV. Reacting to each play as if he were in the actual stadium. His legs bounce with anxiety as the players race across the rink, each time shooting up with more force as they bulk up. His expanding jungle of pubes, discontent from spreading upwards alone, send dense curls to shade his inner thighs before shooting down to cover his calves.  

Kinger moves to sit on the couch, attention solely focused on his team’s growing asset. His eyes struggle to keep up with the changes simultaneously rocketing across his body. Already he hears the elastic waistband of his sweatpants straining, Duncan’s, or rather Dunks’, butt filling out to the size needed to maneuver such an otherwise powerful form on the ice. The most powerful ass in the MLB has nothing on the monumental pair of cheeks that are a moment away from sending a tear through his sweats. Making an uncomfortable face Duncan kicks off his shoes before they begin to tear. Glancing down, Kinger finds he doesn't have the care to finish the job and remove socks that have similarly begun to turn to tatters. Curls spreading down from his meaty calves poke through the expanding holes on his tearing socks. His feet rapidly become hairy fins that would fit on any number of fantastic bestial men, toes surging through the front of his socks as he flexes his feet without thought.

The Captain jumps in shock as Dunks stands with a start and shouts at the ref, his voice clearly deeper, rougher, as spit flies from his mouth in a rage. Beard thickening as his neck similarly expands with his deluge of expletives at the man in stripes. Kinger puts a hand on Dunks’ arm to calm him down, “Hey hey bud, save it for your own penalties eh?” Clenching his jaw the newbie looks down and at the Captain’s words crosses his arms and barely stilling his anger at Kinger’s request. The man’s hand still resting on Dunks’ arm, both men turn to see the growing package not at all hidden in Dunks’ sweatpants as the sound of it tearing through his briefs resounds in the small living room.

Scratching at his meatier pecs he sits down and after a moment of hungrily staring at his Captain he rolls his eyes and returns to the game. His biceps are suddenly constricted by his sleeves so he does what any rational mind would and rips them off. Kinger’s mouth is ajar as he watches the increasingly brutish man toss the torn sleeves to the floor before scratching deep into his pits and sniffing. The Captain doesn’t pay much attention to the jungle of hair spreading out from Dunks’ pits, after all that doesn’t bring anything to the rink, but he would need to lose a few of his five senses to not notice how potent the changes are there. 

Patches of sweat appear all over the shirt that now hugs his burgeoning torso like lycra. But nowhere so prominent as under the still-expanding jungle of hair under his arms, musk thick enough to warrant stink lines, enough to knock a lesser man unconscious spills from his freed underarms. Eyes glancing over to see his Captain cover his nose in shock, Dunc smirks as he realizes how much power he holds. He grunts in his new barbaric voice as his pecs can no longer be hidden by his ratty shirt. Unwilling to hide his pride under a bushel, just as he removed his sleeves he wrenches his shirt off. This was of course made easier by the litany of tears sundered across it by his expanding torso. 

His breath catches in his chest as his pecs burst larger into the open air. Thick strands drip with sweat as they spread dense enough to be a pelt across his upper body. Moaning as he leans back on the couch, hair rapidly covers every inch of real estate it can find, connecting every disparate patch from pubes, to pits, to the scratchy underside of his neck. Expanding shoulders similarly aren’t safe as curls bound across them to meet with the itchy forest spreading up the small of his back. He shifts uncomfortably as thick strands similarly cover his ass, though somewhere in between slamming pizzas and screaming at referees he lost the shame to scratch such an itch in front of his Captain, and so he does. 

Kinger struggles to hide the grin on his face as the man in front of him becomes the enforcer he’s always dreamed of having on his team. He watches as the changes in his mind finally begin to show on his face. His brow thickens to hang over eyes that grow dull to anything but hockey. His iron jaw hardens over a beard that should have taken years to grow while his nose becomes one that has clearly taken more than a punch or two. It’s unclear how many of his front teeth or real or inserts, though something in the minds of both men makes it clear that they’ve seen his own teeth scatter across the ice on a handful of occasions, though not nearly as much as those of his opponents.

Kinger’s chest flutters with excitement as he imagines being on the pitch with Dunks. His own eye twitches as years of playing together begins to fill his mind. He’s always dreamed about having a teammate as committed to the game as he is and finally he’s got a brute enough to carry them to the trophy. Seeing the behemoth taking heaving breaths on his couch, torn clothing scattered around him, Kinger can’t quite help but feel there is some vital piece of the puzzle missing. The burly man’s hands trail to his crotch as every muscle in his body feels the need to give into lusts that control him but Kinger whistles and Dunks immediately halts his giving in, “Not yet bud, not yet. Gotta hit the rink first.”

Dunks’ mind fractures and remakes itself in a moment. Memories of over a decade playing surges into his mind. He remembers starting out a waif, as he was in reality this morning. He remembers hardening over the years alongside his captain, alongside Kinger. Becoming a man on the rink, becoming an unstoppable titan. Maturing into an athlete the likes of which his team's never seen, and with each leap forward in ability so to does he become more masculine, more virile, more of a man. No, more of a beast, higher function giving way to instinct and physicality. Kinger couldn’t be prouder, and until another reason presents itself he can think of no higher goal.

Coach never expected Dunks to be nearly as much of an asset as he ended up being. The hairy brute was always looking out for his Captain’s back, truly a tank on the rink. Often he would struggle to control his urges, on and off the ice, but a look from Kinger would always snap him back in line and empower him to come back even stronger, sometimes seemingly literally so. He never took more than two trips to the penalty box a game despite his ever-present urges to truly dominate his opponents. 

After months of success on the rink it becomes clear that Dunks’ virility is making him a bit of a loose cannon. Lucky for the both of them Kinger has an idea. When an old friend of Duncan’s reaches out to the team to inquire of Worthy, Kinger implores him to visit. While it would be unbecoming for the Captain to have a relationship with a member of the team it was clear that Dunks’ has long been in need of some manly relief.

As he’s drafting a letter with a one way plane ticket to Dunks’ once-friend he wryly smiles as he realizes exactly what the missing piece was all along, their team could use exactly one more player and if this Remy Woods ends up being even a fraction of his friend, there is no way for them to lose.   

Continue Reading with In The Rink: Woodie!

[novemberheart]

{overview} you make a disturbing discovery while in John’s office

{warnings} fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, short chapter, slight angst

Chapter 23 <- Chapter 24 -> Chapter 25

While you had never been happier, a part of you was ready to return to base. You missed your friends and the routine that came along with it. You wouldn't miss your pack being sent to the odds and ends of the world, but you knew they were more than capable.

You and the betas drove back to base, while the alphas flew. Vernie didn't have all her shots to be able to fly. Luckily, the betas would never turn down a road trip.

“This is your new home,” you cheered softly. The familiar smell of the flat tickling your brain. The puppy decided to take great interest in the cords near the TV.

“Gonna have to puppy-proof,” Simon huffed, grabbing the squirming creature off the floor. You expected him to pass her to you, instead, he sat down on the couch placing her in his lap. You cleaned up around your room, dusting things and finishing the loads of laundry from vacation. “You’re happy,” Simon stated, looking over his shoulder at you.

“It’s nice to be back. Not going to be happy about any of you leaving though,” You mumbled the last part, flopping down on the couch next to him. Vernie crawled over to you.

“I’d hope not,” Simon grunted, causing you to roll your eyes.

There was hardly a day to get back into the swing of things. The boys being pulled for trainings and meetings. You quickly regretted saying you were happy to be back.

“Five more minutes,” you whined, Kyle’s phone alarm lighting up the room. The sun hadn't even started to come up yet.

“Alright,” Kyle agreed quickly. He put his phone on snooze, worming back under the covers with you. You both jolted awake ten minutes later to pounding at the door. “Fuck,” Kyle cursed stumbling out of bed. You giggled, the door opening to reveal a pissed-off John.

“How the hell are you supposed to train others when you can't even manage yourself?” He snapped. He pushed his way into the room, bumping into Kyle who was changing into his uniform. He bent down pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Good morning, pretty girl,” his voice was startlingly different- yet you had gotten used to that. You wrapped your arms around his neck, making sure to rub as much of your scent on him as you could.

“Good morning, alpha.”

In John’s eyes you were too sultry for your own good. “I’ll come back and get you for lunch,” he pressed another kiss against you, grabbing Kyle by the scruff, knowing if the beta had the opportunity to kiss you goodbye he would never get to training.

“God, I missed you!” Anais grinned wickedly, wrapping her arms tightly around you. Even Jane seemed happy to see you. Anais had signed all three of you up for badminton, which ended with all of you trying to get the badminton birdie out of Vernie’s mouth.

Regardless, it was fun.

“I’m hungry,” Anais sighed, even as she chewed on her bag of trail mix. “Lunch?” She questioned eyeing both of you.

“I can't. I have lunch with my alpha,” You explained stretching out on the grass.

“Oh, that's right. It’s Wednesday,” she sighed. “Need us to drop you off before we head out?” She asked, moving to a stand.

“That would be great,” you perked up. Vernie was exhausted at this point- not being the most high-energy pup in the first place. “Hey, they are having a movie night in the park Friday. We should do that,” You suggested, causing Anais to light up.

“Just as long as it’s not a scary movie this time,” Jane huffed, making the two of you chuckle. They dropped you off outside the office building, and you made quick work getting to John’s office. You couldn't be caught hanging around by yourself. You knocked at the door not hearing a response. You tugged out your key card, waiting for the small light to flicker green.

“This is John’s office,” you explained to Vernie. Even though she couldn't hear you, you could tell she liked it when you talked to her. You locked the door behind you, setting the pup down on the floor, making yourself at home on the leather couch. John’s office was classically handsome just like him. Well as nice as it could be with what he had to work with. You pulled out your phone, shooting him a text of your whereabouts. Vernie digging in the trash can caught your attention.

“Out of there Vern,” you scolded gently, grabbing her around her middle. She had a folder in her mouth she just wouldn't let go. “Vernie,” you chided again, pulling it out of her jaws as much as you could without hurting her. You finally succeeded, ready to throw it back into the trash when the label caught your eye.

OHH

You knew what that stood for. Omega Holding House. A wave of uneasiness crashed over you. You shook yourself out of your thoughts. It was probably just leftover paperwork from you. You tossed it back in the trash standing back on your feet, bringing you and Vernie back to the couch.

You couldn't relax. Those three letters remained even when you closed your eyes- taunting you. You stood up slowly, creeping back by the trash can, and pulling the folder back out. You pursed your lips trying to manage your breathing. You placed it on his desk, opening it like something would jump out at you.

Something did. A cover letter, typed and signed by Kate Laswell.

Possible Omegas for Task Force 141

It had been typed in bold, obnoxiously large letters like it was the greatest achievement one could have. ‘Possible’ the words pounded in your head repeatedly making it throb. You flipped to the next page. It was a profile of an omega, the first thing that caught your eye was the large red X through it. Must be John's writing. You flipped to the next page. Another profile- another X through it. You weren't quite sure why they had got rejected. Nothing in their biography seemed like a red flag and they were all pretty. The next page- another X.

You whined when you flipped to your page. The large red X staring up at you. It was rejection to the highest degree. Kate had even wrote a special note on yours.

Pay close attention to this one. She's a good girl.

John had written a note himself, addressing Laswell.

Not happening

You knew he probably didn't mean you specifically, and that he was referring to having an omega as a whole, but it hurt. The type of pain that made you sink to the floor. They type of pain that made your lungs feel like they were collapsing. The type of pain that comes from falling in love with someone only to have them shut the door in your face.

You flipped to the next page because what did you have to lose?

A lot apparently.

There was no red X. There was no marking on the page at all. You flipped to the next page- the last page- a red X. It was just her page without an X.

She was the one he had wanted. Who knows? Maybe all of them wanted her. You could practically see them in this office digging through each paper, judging every imperfection on each profile- including yours. She had no imperfections. She was beautiful, purebred, and came from a long line of military alphas. She was the shining star of her omega-holding house. Never once getting in trouble, always being an active participant, showing signs of being a strong, traditional omega, and her heat cycles were always regular. The opposite of you in nearly every way. The more you read the more hurt you got. You closed the file, trying to calm your sobs enough so you didn't pass out. Vernie was at your feet pawing up your ankle. You scooped her up into your arms, making your way back home.

People stared at you. You could only imagine the rumors. You were undoubtedly the most dramatic omega on base- at least the one that caused the most trouble. Your tears made people stay away from you and you were able to get all the way home without a hitch. You shut your bedroom door, throwing yourself on your bed sobbing. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You regretted everything. You regretted agreeing to come here, you regretted warming up to each of them so quickly, you regretted sleeping with John.

John.

The name made you sob harder.

It wasn’t fair.

Would you ever be someone's first choice?

I hated writing thisssssssss😩but we can't live in peace for too long! See you in two days for Chapter 25!!!

[for-your-modesty-dude]

Valentine pt. 3

Part 1 … Part 2

A/N: Y'all I am so freaking sorry it's been so long. I literally showed up, started writing fics, and then disappeared forever. I'm not gonna lie, life has been absolutely insane recently. There's been so much going on, and my family is dealing with some stuff that is way far out of our control. Am I panicking? Maybe. Am I also fine? Yes. I don't know how it works. I'm sure my therapist plays a part in that LOL. Anyway, here it is. Part 3 of Valentine. I'm not going to lie to you, it really did not turn out nearly as good as I'd hoped. But I really really wanted to finish this so I could maybe get back into writing again. I need to fall in love with my hobbies again. I hope it's not too crappy. Please send in requests or fic suggestions. Maybe one of them will inspire me. I love you all forever! - Hy <3

Summary: Eddie finally makes his move!

Warnings: None that I can think of. Maybe some gross fluff, and like... subpar writing.

Word Count: 2k

Gareth and Jeff gave him the best advice they could. They tried, really. But they were hardly the romantic type, so Eddie took some of their advice- but the rest he let fly out the other ear. He eventually grabbed his backpack and ran out to his van, driving home as quickly as he could without getting himself another traffic ticket. 

He ran inside and threw his backpack onto the couch and kicked his boots off before sliding in his socks to his phone, picking it up and dialing your number. 

“Hello?” You picked up with a yawn, and Eddie wondered if he’d woken you up. 

“Heeey, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Did I wake you?”

“God no,” you tell him. “I was rereading the same page of this book for the fourth time. Can’t keep my focus, ‘m just bored. How was D&D? You’re home so early. Wait… Did you kill them?” You ask with a breathy laugh, imagining the night ending with Eddie decimating the party. 

“It was good! And- nah. The guys were restless, had places to be,” he lied, and there was a pause of comfortable silence. “But honestly, it was alright. Not the same without you there, don’t worry,” he smiled to himself. His kindness made your cheeks go pink. 

“Oh, please,” you scoffed with amusement evident in your voice. “Like you don’t love not having me around to bother your boys’ club,” you mostly joked. Eddie did not find it funny. 

“What? Don’t say that. We love having you around. You know that,” he said seriously. The seriousness of his tone made you smile. 

“Okay, okay, Ed. Thank you,” you tell him softly. “Gimme the rundown, then.”

He started to tell you all about how far they got in the campaign, having to make some stuff up to not give away how little they’d actually played. You seemed satisfied, and you believed him. “So… any fun plans tomorrow?” He asked. 

“Nah. Commiserating. Wanna join?” 

“I can come over?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Course you can. I’ll make room on the couch. I’ll even push aside the stale bag of chips for you to sit down next to me,” you joked. The two of you kept sharing jokes and silly comments until you got too sleepy to go on, so you hung up and headed to bed. 

The next morning, Eddie got up - way earlier than the Munson boy ever woke up on a Saturday - but he had so much to do. He first packed a duffel - necessary for his date, later - and then freshened up as much as he could. 

When he was finally ready, he dialed your number and chewed on his lip as he waited for you to pick up. 

“Mornin’,” you greeted, sleepy but awake. 

“Hey sweets, it’s me,” Eddie said, full of nervous energy. “We never decided on a time last night. Do you wanna hang now, or…?” He twirled the phone cable around his finger and back the other way. 

“Oh, that’s right. Honestly, now’s totally fine. I’m just finishing my coffee now. Wanna stop at the Family Video for us? I’ll pay you back when you get here.” You offered him. 

“I’ll stop by there, yeah. And no need, keep your cash, doll. I’ll see you soon, then!” He hung up before you could even respond, leaving you to laugh to yourself. He was so easily distracted. 

It gave you just enough time to prepare for his arrival - you changed into nicer sweats and actually styled your hair a little, fighting the urge to put on some makeup. This was just Eddie. You knew you wouldn’t make him fall in love with you with some mascara, not after he’d seen you at your worst so many times before. You just needed to accept that he was always going to remain a wonderful friend and nothing more. 

When Eddie showed up, he looked nicer than he usually did for movie dates at your place, but you didn’t think anything of it. You would just secretly admire him from across the room. Better him here with you than out with another girl, you supposed. 

The day started off normally enough. You had some snacks and watched a couple of movies, but Eddie seemed to keep checking his watch. Something about it was weird, because he didn’t seem in a rush to leave, but almost like he was expecting someone. It got to be too much when he checked his watch for the third time in less than 5 minutes, so you kicked him lightly with a socked foot from your side of the couch. 

“Why do you keep checking the clock, you weirdo? Did you invite someone to my house?” You ask with your nose slightly scrunched in displeasure. 

“What?” He blinked, “no- no. I wouldn’t- no. Uhh… you probably wanna go get ready, sweetheart,” he let his head fall back against the couch cushion lazily, making your brows furrow. 

“Get ready? For what?” You sat up, eyes searching his face which was- unfortunately unreadable. Damn DM instincts. 

“Do you trust me?” He turned his head to look at you, and something about his gaze in that moment made you blush, and you nodded. “Then go get ready. Wear somethin’ nice. I’m going to make use of the bathroom here. Let me know if you need any help,” he pushed himself up off of the couch and grabbed the duffel bag he’d packed himself, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to stare at him with a bewildered look. It took you a moment to shake off the surprise, but you managed to, and dragged yourself up the stairs to shower and get ready. You styled your hair in your usual favorite going-out style, not knowing just how dolled up you were supposed to get but figuring more was always better. You’d rather be overdressed than underdressed. 

And of course, because Eddie would see you in this outfit, you couldn’t help but to choose a dress you’d been secretly saving for just this kind of occasion. It fit like a glove, but you’d never actually gotten the opportunity to wear it out before. Wearing it now felt foreign, but looking at yourself in the mirror helped your self-image considerably. This dress looked good on you, and you hoped he’d think the same. 

You exited your bedroom to find Eddie’s duffel bag on your couch, and his ratty sneakers by your door, but… no Eddie. The bathroom door was open, showing it was empty, so you searched the kitchen before peeking through the blinds to the parking lot. You didn’t see Eddie’s van, but he’d left his things, so… he was probably coming back, right? You paced a bit in your heels, chewing on your lip as you considered all of the possibilities. 

Before you could decide to change out of your nice outfit, you heard a knock at the door, and hurried to answer it, finding Eddie standing there with a bouquet of black peonies and deep red tulips. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you blinked up at him, realizing he looked incredibly put together and handsome. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but as the blush reached your cheeks, you simply floundered for the words to say, and you stood there in an awkward sort of silence. 

“I uh- these are for you,” he cleared his throat and told you, wiping a clammy hand on his black jeans. You took another moment to flounder before taking the flowers and staring down at them. You eventually found your voice. 

“Oh. Thank- thank you,” you managed quietly, “what are these for?”

He ran a nervous hand through his hair and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. It was now or never.. “Uh- well- see- you mentioned how upset you were to never have anyone interested in you, but… it’s just not true, you know? Cause I have been interested in you probably since we met, and you never seemed interested back. But I figure, even if you’re not into me, I can show you a good time and prove to you that it’s not true, and someone really does like you, like a lot. If- if you’ll be my valentine, that is. I spent so long hoping you’d just magically realize that I liked you, because the idea of actually telling you- almost killed me. I was terrified. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime, the person who knows me the best, and the one girl in the whole world who ever saw past my weird and gave me a chance to be her friend. This might be totally insane, but I just want you to know how- loved you are. By me. Romantically.” He felt he was digging himself into a hole, so he added an awkward “okay… I’m done talking now.”

You stared at him for a long while in stunned silence, and he looked anywhere but your eyes, growing increasingly restless as your silence swallowed him whole. He almost backed out and said it wasn’t actually that insane, he didn’t love you, don’t worry, but before he could, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, wordless. He returned it with enthusiasm, squeezing you tight and burying his nose in your hair. He held you until he heard your quiet “thank you.” Only then did he pull back to look at you, your eyes a bit misty. 

“Hey, no way, don’t thank me. I’m the one who’s been in love with you, remember?” He joked, “if anything, thank you for letting me take you out and live out my dream for one night.” 

You could tell he was being self-deprecating, and couldn’t bear it. You pulled him inside, placed the bouquet on the nearest surface, and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him down for a sudden kiss. He fumbled a moment, hands up in shock, before gripping your hips and pulling you into him, eyes squeezing shut as he deepened the kiss. If this was a dream, he wasn’t going to waste it. He was going to enjoy every goddamn second. 

Eventually, you pulled back with a breathless giggle at the way he chased your lips. “Let me breathe, Edward,” your voice was light, airy, and full of laughter. His eyes opened to watch you with the dreamiest expression. 

“Pinch me. I must be dreaming,” he said simply, making you laugh more. You pushed him away, cheeks red, still giggling. 

“Shut up. I- yes. Of course I’ll be your valentine. But where are we even going?” You asked him, picking up the bouquet to go put it in a vase. He still hadn’t shaken out of his trance, so he stared after you in silence a moment before coming to his senses again.

“Oh- uh- that’s a surprise. But you- damn- dressed for the occasion. So not to worry, it’ll be great.” He promised, following you into the kitchen and reaching up to grab the vase you liked from the higher shelf. You thanked him and unwrapped the bouquet, filling the vase before placing it into the water and placing the arrangement on your kitchen table. 

“I’ve been totally obsessed with you since, like, the day we met,” you confessed, which had his eyes nearly bulging. 

“No way. You- no way. You’re like, way out of my league.” That made you laugh, and you pulled him down for a kiss again. 

“Shut up, Eddie. And take me on our first date,” you hummed against his lips. 

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed breathlessly, pulling you flush against him. 

“And by the way, Eddie…” You started at a whisper. 

“Yeah?” He matched your tone.

“I didn’t ‘see past’ your weird. I saw your weird. And I needed it in my life.”

He nearly melted at your feet just then, but pushed forward to kiss you again, to keep from saying something stupid or embarrassing himself with getting emotional.

“I love you,” he told you. “I really, seriously, love you.”

“I- Eddie, I love you too,” you told him in return, butterflies erupting in your stomach and heart racing out of your chest before kissing him again.

You would definitely be a minute or two late to that reservation, but damn, if it wasn’t worth it.

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[omw2you]

not just friends

wc: 5604

you wanted to kill.

either him, or her. or both, as a matter of fact. that option would suffice the most.

continuing to angrily poke at your bowl of food, you stared at newt and a girl from one of the other mazes. you're pretty sure hers was all girls. you don't care, but it would explain her behaviour after freshly seeing a fairly attractive guy for the first time in who knows how long.

they sat at the table directly in front of yours, her legs straddling the cafeteria bench as she faced newt; her elbow on the table holding her head up while her other hand played with newt's white long sleeve, round eyes innocently staring up at him. she was saying something to him—some flirty, nonsensical bullshit, you suppose.

newt smiles down at her, laughing now and then at something she whispers in his ear. he goads her actions.

screw him, and screw every single boy in the entire world. so easy, so simple to attract and tempt. the two of them might as well just take each other on the table in front of everyone at this point, if they're going to be this shameless and obvious from a first encounter.

"if you're gonna keep abusing your food, you might as well give it to me," a deep voice says from behind you, the person coming to sit down to your right.

"yeah, just take it, minho. i'm not hungry anymore."

you slide your bowl to him, which he gladly takes and begins to eat out of. you look at him and he nods towards newt.

"is that why? 'cause i understand it's not fun watching your man get seduced by a totally hot girl. but don't worry, y/n, you're much hotter than her," he says almost unintelligibly while chewing.

you hit his arm playfully, mumbling, "he's not my man, and he can do whatever he wants with any girl. what is it to me?"

he laughs. "yeah, keep telling yourself that. because if you're going to lie, at least don't stare at them like you want to take both their heads off."

you roll your eyes at minho and sigh, turning your head and focusing back on newt and the girl.

"i don't want to be here anymore. i'm genuinely gonna be sick if i keep watching this shit. get a room, for god's sake."

you maneuver your legs over the bench and sit up.

"enjoy the food, shank. i'll see you later," you tell minho.

"thanks, and you enjoy living in denial!" he shouts after you as you walk back to your dorm in the girls section. it was weird being away from the boys you've been sleeping next to for the past two years, but you managed to brush off your anxieties after the first three nights.

as you're walking down the lonely hallway, your arm is suddenly grabbed and your whole body is pulled back into an empty room on the side. you gasp and spin around to identify the person who grabbed you, raising your hand to initiate an attack. very quickly, however, that hand is lowered once newt shuts the door and turns around to face you.

"woah, sweetheart, you gonna hurt me, yeah?" he laughs, walking closer to you.

"a natural reaction when you're kidnapped, don't you think?" you reply as you take deep breaths, adrenaline still rushing from the prior shock. he smirks as he stops a few steps away from you.

"actually, i don't reckon kidnapping counts when someone just wants to see their friend. you left dinner early, too, so i couldn't see you."

you scoff, ignoring and walking past him towards the door. newt doesn't like this though. if he wanted you to leave, he wouldn't have grabbed you in the first place.

"hey hey hey, what's the matter?" he pushes the door shut again from behind you before you can fully open it to escape. turning back around to face him, you realize he's much closer than before, and it causes your body to tense. you move away until your back hits the door, and newt stares at you with a worried and confused look.

"why are you trying to leave, love? i'd imagined you'd be glad to catch up since it's been a bit hectic the past few days," he says concerningly, bringing his hand up to move a strand of your hair off your face.

this is when your panic sets in. why are you upset? why are you so bothered by what he does with other girls? you and newt have only been friends since you came up on the box as one of the first girls in the glade. sure, the two of you are the closest out of the rest, but you have never crossed the boundary of friendship. never.

and though sometimes—especially late at night when your body doesn’t quite feel like your own, or when he rests his hands from behind you low on your hips like an anchor while you’re standing in a group, claiming it’s just so you don’t get lost in the crowd—you feel something pull at you. but you never let it show. because wanting more would mean risking everything, and friendship is the only thing you’re sure he’s offering.

but you’re only human. you can only restrain yourself for so long before the bitterness starts to seep in.

you cross your arms and avoid eye contact, muttering, “well, unfortunately, you looked a bit preoccupied during dinner—so i doubt catching up was the only thing on your mind.”

instantly, regret encompasses your entire being. you should know better than to show him how upset he's got you from one conversation with a random girl. heat rushes up your neck and your eyes find his again, and you wish they didn't.

he doesn't have concern written on his face anymore.

he’s smirking now—slow, amused, like he’s savouring the way your jealousy just slipped out. like he’s known all along and was just waiting for you to crack.

and god, that look on his face only makes your uneasiness worse.

"oh, so you noticed then?" he inches a bit closer, eyes surveying every part of your face. "guess it was more obvious than i'd wanted, but she's bloody gorgeous, isn't she?"

you force yourself to keep all the composure you have left. just endure this small talk with him, and then leave and go to bed in one piece.

"mhm. very pretty. and very interested in you as well. maybe you should do something about it, considering we don't know how much time we truly have left in this shithole," you respond, voice optimistic and laced with a hint of sarcasm. you hold his eyes, unwilling to reveal your sourness again.

he smiles, clearly pleased with your obviously disingenuous response. he places his hands on their familiar spot on your hips.

"there's just a tiny problem," he mentions. "do you know what?"

you swallow. "what?"

he moves in even closer, your bodies less than an inch from each other. looking down at you, he quietly gives his response.

"i can't exactly picture myself doing certain stuff to her. and you know very well how i am—my mind has to make sense of something before i do it... and it just doesn't, not with her."

you should be relieved at his confession. but your body tenses up even more for some reason; the space in the room becomes strangely smaller.

you should nod and tell him you have to go to sleep. tell him that you're tired and that you'll see him tomorrow morning. maybe even console him and remind him that there are many other girls here. but your mind is fuzzy and your body is much more affected by your proximity, even though it should be routine by now.

so you ask—innocently and curiously so, with a tilt of your head.

"what kinds of stuff? really, i can't imagine it'd be as difficult as you say—" you're cut off by his right hand grabbing the side of your neck, thumb on your cheek, gently turning it so he can lean in and speak into your ear.

"a lot of the naughty stuff i dream of doing to you."

you're beyond dumbstruck, breath hitching and heart hammering in your chest so hard you're embarrassed he'll hear. your arms drop from your chest straight down, hands resting on the door behind you by your waist.

his thumb grazes your jaw, moving your head back so you can face him. his dark eyes hold yours as he closes the gap between your bodies, his hips flush against yours.

"stop fucking with me, newt," you whisper.

but your voice betrays you—too breathless, too soft to sound truly angry.

his eyes don’t waver. if anything, they darken. he tilts his head just slightly, as if he’s studying you, cataloguing every flicker of resistance and want etched across your face.

“i’m not,” he murmurs. “not tonight.”

his hand slightly moves down from your jaw to the side of your throat, resting there—not threatening, just grounding, like he’s making sure you don’t disappear. like he’s giving you one last chance to pull away.

"it's funny, really. you can easily notice when another girl is flirting with me, but you can't notice when i'm flirting with you. and i've been flirting, trust me, sweetheart," he chuckles, his chest reverberating the deep sound as the hand on your throat drops back down to your hip. "two years of it, i'd like to mention," he mumbles in that smooth accent of his.

your self control is running unbelievably thin, but one thing you'll always do is hold a grudge—remember.

remember the girl's hands on him.

her seductive and very telling gaze.

and worst of all, newt's grin as he encouraged her affections, indulged in them. he savoured it. and you weren't gonna let your best friend of all people play you like a fool.

so you lift your chin, biting back the lump in your throat and every word you’ve swallowed for the past two years. your voice comes out low, laced with something bitter.

“go back to her then.”

his brows knit, just slightly. “pardon?”

you meet his eyes head-on this time, ignoring the heat still pulsing in your chest.

“she clearly wants you,” you continue, tone cutting and cool. “you should take her up on it. might be easier for both of us.”

he blinks like you’ve slapped him, even though his body doesn’t move—still pressed against yours, still blocking every inch of your exit.

“easier?” he echoes, confused—and something else too, something sharper.

you shrug. “yeah. i mean, you were already halfway there at dinner. you’re good at letting girls fawn over you. might as well make the most of it.”

he exhales through his nose—half a laugh, half something exasperated. he shifts just slightly, and even that minimal movement sends your nerves sparking.

“you think that’s what that was?” he asks, his voice lower now, almost disbelieving. “me letting someone fawn over me?”

“i don’t know, newt,” you say tightly. “i just call it like i see it.”

his jaw flexes. for a moment, he doesn’t speak—and then, quieter:

“i flirted back,” he says, “because you were watching.”

you freeze.

his eyes are on yours now, unblinking. the hands on your hips tighten just slightly.

“you looked at me like you wanted to rip her head off. i’d never seen you like that before. and as twisted as it is, yeah—it made me want to push it further. just to see how far you'd let it go before you snapped.”

your breathing is shallow, but you say nothing. because he’s right. and he knows it.

“i’ve been waiting for you to crack,” he murmurs. “two years of pretending this is just friendship. of pretending that touching you like this doesn't mean anything. but it always means something.”

his chest rises and falls against yours. there’s no space left between you—not physically, not emotionally.

“and tonight? when you finally cracked? when you stormed out like that? it just confirmed it.”

his thumb brushes against your waist now, barely there.

“you feel it too. don’t lie to me.”

you don’t lie.

you just move—slow, cautious, but deliberate. your hands cover his where they grip your hips, grounding yourself before your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt like you need something to hang onto.

your hips shift—just the smallest movement—but enough. enough to press up into him, enough to say what you refuse to say out loud.

he lets out a guttural, “fuck,” and his forehead drops to yours, eyes closed, jaw tight, like it’s taking everything in him not to move.

your hands trail up, brushing along his arms before finding his neck. you don’t even realize how tightly you’re holding on until your knuckles ache.

you don’t speak right away. can’t. your throat is dry, heart lodged somewhere between your ribs and your mouth.

he waits, barely breathing, and somehow that silence is louder than anything he could’ve said.

“newt…” you murmur, and it comes out broken. not pleading. not sweet. just raw. stripped down.

he doesn’t answer—just swallows, hard.

you close your eyes, like that might make it easier. it doesn’t. “you drive me insane.”

you feel him twitch against you at the confession.

“but i do,” you breathe. “i want you.”

and that’s all it takes for the restraint between you to snap clean in half.

he opens his eyes a little, hooded and filled with lust as they meet yours. his mouth moves painfully close to yours, noses touching one another.

"yeah, love? wanna show me how much?" his lips ghostly touching yours as he speaks.

you let out a soft whimper before nodding and finally connecting your lips to his. he lets out a low noise of approval, pushing you further into the wall as he deepens the kiss. his tongue enters your mouth, slow at first—like he’s savouring every second he’s finally allowed to taste you. you respond instinctively, tilting your head and parting your lips wider, letting him take more.

his body presses harder into yours as the kiss intensifies—hot and breathless, messy in a way that speaks to everything you've both held back. he kisses you like he's starving. like he’s waited years to have you like this. and maybe he has.

he pulls back the tiniest amount to let you both breathe, chests heaving as a line of spit connects your mouths. his eyes flit between both of yours.

"i've wanted to do that for the longest bloody time," he murmurs.

you gulp, staring at his slightly swollen lips. "me, too."

his hands move up and down your sides, trying to memorize all the parts of your body he restrained himself from touching during your friendship.

"newt?" you say as he dips his head to softly kiss at your neck, lips slowly taking their time to mark every visible part of your skin.

"yes, sweetheart?" he mumbles against your throat.

your hands slide into his messy hair, gently tugging them. this earns a groan from the boy, and you note this reaction in the back of your mind for later.

your breath quickens. your body is going insane at the feeling of his lips as they move from one side of your neck to the other, kissing the front of your throat in the process. you need friction, you need to feel something—need to feel him more. your eyes shut.

"please touch me, i need—" you grip his hair a little tighter, causing his hips to push back down on yours with a grunt, "—oh my god, like that, i need to feel you more like that. please," you practically beg.

newt pauses his assault on your neck, mouth still lightly touching your skin as he brings it up to press into your ear.

"feel me more?" he mumbles, yet his voice is clearer than ever directly next to your ear. one of his hands drop to your inner thigh, slightly opening your legs more. "you want to feel my dick grinding on you again, yeah?"

you're speechless. he's reduced you to just whines and gasps, and he hasn't even done half the things he wants to do to you yet. all you can do is mindlessly and rapidly nod your head.

"say it, sweetheart. use your words and tell me what you want me to do."

your hips lift again to touch his, opting to show him rather than tell him. but his hand on your hip pushes them back against the door, refusing contact. his face comes very close, right in front of yours. the hand that moved your thigh grabs your chin, raising your head so your eyes meet his.

"what do you want?"

"i want to feel you on me, newt. wanna feel your dick, please," you say as humanely quiet as possible, too embarrassed to raise your voice.

but it's enough for newt. enough for his brain to short circuit and completely irrationalize everything in the entire world.

"god, you're amazing. good— good fucking girl, you want to ruin me, don't you?" he utters, hand dropping from your chin to grab under your thighs and lift you up. your arms instantly wrap around his neck in response, shocked and, once more, forgetting his strength.

he walks over to the available couch—in what you now understand to be a WCKD storage room—and sits down, placing you on his lap. his hands that are on your waist drag your body closer to his.

"there you go, darling. you can feel whatever you want, however you want. show me."

your legs tighten around his sides as you settle into his lap, breathing uneven as you brace your hands on his shoulders. he leans back slightly, letting you take control, his eyes locked onto yours.

you shift once, experimentally.

his jaw tenses.

you do it again, slower this time, dragging your hips across his with a friction that draws a sharp inhale from both of you. your palms slide down his chest, grounding yourself as your rhythm builds—testing, pushing, letting the tension unravel between your bodies in steady, aching waves.

his hands stay glued to your waist, not guiding, not forcing—just holding, like he might fall apart if he doesn’t have something to grip.

"fuck," he mutters, head dropping to your shoulder, lips brushing your skin. "just like that, love… keep going. you're gonna make me lose my goddamn mind."

you grind harder, slower—circling your hips with more purpose now, chasing the high you’ve both been dodging for way too long. his hard length presses up against you through your clothes, and the friction, the pressure, it’s too much and not enough all at once.

your head tips back, a breathy moan escaping you as you grind down again.

"feels good?" he asks, voice thick, low, wrecked.

you don’t answer. not with words.

instead, you roll your hips harder—sharper—grinding down until his fingers dig into your waist and his hips jerk up helplessly beneath you.

"shit, you’re unbelievable," he hisses, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "look at you… using me like that. you know what that does to me?"

you bite your lip, leaning forward until your lips ghost over his, your breath fanning across his mouth.

"yeah," you whisper. "i do."

and you grind again—slow, steady, purposeful.

"i—no more—i can't anymore, jesus. you're gonna make me finish before i even taste you."

his voice is wrecked, words pushed out between ragged breaths as his head falls back against the couch, neck flushed, jaw tight. his grip on your hips falters just slightly, like he’s barely holding on, every muscle in his body tense beneath yours.

you slow your hips to a lazy grind, just enough pressure to keep him teetering on that edge. his breath catches again, a choked noise slipping past his parted lips. you lean in, brushing your nose along the side of his jaw, lips hovering by his ear.

“that’d be a shame,” you whisper, voice all sugar and venom. “i was really looking forward to you using that pretty mouth.”

a low, strangled groan rumbles in his chest, and you feel it everywhere. his hands tighten around your waist, holding you still, grounding himself like it’s the only way he won’t lose it right here.

“fuck, don’t say shit like that unless you’re ready for me to get on my knees right now.”

you hum, hips shifting just slightly. “maybe i am.”

his hands fly to your thighs, gripping hard, and in one breathless motion, he lifts you—just enough to slide you down onto the couch beside him. your back hits the cushions, and before you can speak, he’s already on his knees between your legs, eyes locked on yours with a look so dark, so hungry, it robs the air from your lungs.

“you don’t get to tease me like that and not let me ruin you,” he growls.

his fingers are already trailing up your legs, slow and purposeful, thumbs brushing the insides of your thighs as he inches closer—his breath hot, lips parted like he’s seconds away from diving in.

“tell me to stop,” he says, voice low, breathless.

you stare down at him, chest rising and falling fast, your body practically vibrating with need.

you don’t tell him to stop.

he doesn’t wait for more permission. doesn’t need it. your silence, your expression, the way your legs shift open wider—it’s enough.

his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, slow but confident. his eyes don’t leave yours for a second as he slides them down your legs, underwear included, until you’re bare for him, flushed and aching and already too worked up from everything that’s come before.

he drags his hands up your thighs again, kneeling between them like he’s worshipping, like he’s settling in.

“gonna pay you back properly for that little stunt,” he mutters, eyes dropping to between your legs.

then—he leans in.

but he doesn’t kiss you there. not yet.

instead, he ghosts his mouth around your clit, deliberately avoiding it. kissing everywhere but where you need him most—your inner thighs, your mound, the crease of skin beside where you’re pulsing. barely brushing close enough to feel, but never landing.

you squirm, hips twitching toward him.

he grips your thighs tighter, holding you down.

“what’s wrong, love?” he murmurs mockingly, breath hot against your skin. “you didn’t think i’d let you do that to me and not give it right back?”

you whimper, thighs tensing beneath his hands. “newt, please—”

he finally kisses just next to your clit, a maddening flick of tongue too close and too far all at once. you choke on a moan.

he pulls back slightly, eyes rising to meet yours. “look at you. fuck, you’re already shaking.”

then—he flattens his tongue and licks a slow stripe up your folds, still not touching your clit, just collecting your arousal on his tongue like he’s tasting something expensive.

and then—then—his thumb finally brushes over your clit, gentle and experimental at first. your back arches immediately.

he hums. “so sensitive already. that’s from just grinding on me, yeah? filthy girl.”

his thumb rubs again, firmer this time, slow circles that pull ragged gasps out of your throat. your hips try to follow his motion, chase it, but he pulls back just enough.

then—he spits.

directly on your clit, the sound obscene, the visual worse—and you see it all, because he’s still looking at you, direct eye contact, like he’s daring you to fall apart.

and then he licks it.

your whole body jolts.

his mouth wraps around your clit now, tongue flicking, sucking softly, then harder, alternating in maddening patterns. and just as you start to unravel, his hand slides up—fingers sliding between your folds—and he pushes one inside.

you let out something between a moan and a sob.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” he mutters, lips still brushing your clit between every word. “take it. take all of it.”

he adds a second finger without warning, curling them perfectly as he sucks harder. your thighs clamp around his head, and he groans into you like he lives for it.

you’re so close it’s blinding—nothing exists but the sounds he’s making, the drag of his fingers, the pace of his tongue.

“newt—” your voice is hoarse, barely more than a gasp. “i—i’m gonna—”

“do it,” he growls, voice muffled. “come on, love, finish for me. want to feel you lose it on my mouth.”

and you do.

it hits fast and hard, your back arching clean off the couch, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as waves of heat roll through your body. he doesn’t stop—not until your thighs tremble, until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity, trying to squirm away.

only then does he finally pull back, lips slick, breath uneven. he kisses the inside of your thigh—soft this time—and looks up at you with a goddamn smirk.

“fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “you taste better than i imagined.”

your body’s still twitching with aftershocks when you finally manage to sit up, thighs trembling slightly. newt watches you with blown pupils, chest rising and falling like he’s been holding his breath for the past five minutes.

you straddle his lap again, skin sticky and flushed, and for a second, he just stares—like you’re something unreal, like he doesn’t know where to look.

then your hands slide to his shoulders, and with a firm push, you whisper:

“lie back.”

his eyes flash with surprise—but it’s the kind he likes. he grins, that crooked, breathless grin that makes your stomach twist, and lets you guide him down against the couch, settling between your legs like it’s the only place he ever wants to be.

you swing your leg over him again, thighs still unsteady as you settle on top, grinding lightly against the obvious strain in his pants. his hands find your waist like they were built to be there, but before he can speak, you tug his shirt up.

“off,” you say softly.

he obliges without hesitation, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. the second it’s gone, your eyes drink him in—golden skin, soft lines cut by muscle, hair tousled and sweat-slicked.

your palms settle on his chest, and your gaze trails over every inch of him.

“hell,” you mutter under your breath, tone somewhere between admiration and disbelief. “how do you even look like this?”

his breath hitches, lips curving into a smile that’s both cocky and dazed. “well, i could say the same, couldn’t i?”

you don’t answer with words—just peel off your own shirt and toss it to the floor. his reaction is immediate. his hands trace up your sides like they’ve been aching to, thumbs grazing just beneath your breasts before he leans in and wraps his mouth around one. the other he palms gently, tongue flicking, lips soft but hungry.

you moan, hand tangling in his hair as your hips shift against his again, more urgent now.

you reach down to push his pants lower, and he lifts his hips to help you. when he’s fully bare beneath you, you hesitate for just a moment—taking in the sight of him, flushed and ready, hard and aching.

he notices. he always does.

“still alright?” he asks, voice low, accent thick and laced with restraint.

you nod. “just… want it to be slow.”

“right,” he says, quiet, gentle. “c’mon, love. take your time.”

you position him at your entrance, breath catching as the tip pushes in. the stretch is sharp—burning just a little—but you steady yourself, hands pressed to his chest as you ease down.

his hands tighten on your hips. “bloody—” he cuts himself off with a groan, head tipping back. “you’re warm… so bloody warm.”

you hiss softly, trying to adjust. it’s overwhelming—he’s overwhelming—and you pause halfway, your body pulsing around him.

“breathe,” he says, voice strained but patient. “don’t rush it. just feel.”

you do. slowly, you lower yourself more, inch by inch, the burn slowly giving way to something fuller, deeper. your forehead dips, your breath stuttering out as you finally sink all the way down.

he’s deep—so deep—and you can feel every twitch of his body beneath you.

“look at me,” he says quietly.

you do.

his eyes are dark, mouth parted, chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths.

“you feel… incredible,” he says, almost reverent. “like you were made to take me.”

you bite your lip, a whimper escaping as you shift your hips, just a little.

his fingers dig in harder, a low sound rumbling from his throat.

“just let me know when i can start fucking you, sweetheart.”

your breath stutters, hips stilling as you adjust to him—stretching around him in a way that makes your entire body ache and burn and need. his grip stays steady at your hips, but not forceful—he’s holding himself back, barely.

you lean in, forehead nearly touching his, breath warm against his lips.

“you can,” you murmur, voice trembling. “please, newt—move.”

his eyes flicker shut for just a second, like the words hit something deep. “yeah?” he breathes, hands tightening ever so slightly. “alright, love. i’ve got you.”

he moves slowly at first, guiding your hips as he lifts his own into you with a careful, deliberate thrust. the pressure knocks a soft moan from your throat, and his head falls back against the couch with a strained exhale.

“sodding—hell,” he mutters under his breath, looking back up at you, eyes dark with awe. “you feel… unreal.”

you start to move with him—tentative, searching for rhythm—and he follows, matching you with soft, deep thrusts, his hands stroking over your waist, up your back, anywhere he can touch.

your breathing quickens as you fall into sync, the sting fading into something consuming and hot, and every roll of your hips makes him stutter a little harder beneath you.

“you alright?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your skin where your shirt used to be. “you’re shaking…”

you nod, barely managing a sound. “don’t stop.”

he smiles—soft, breathless.

“wasn’t planning to.”

his hands find your face now, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he leans up to kiss you, slow and messy. every thrust after is deeper, more desperate, but still careful, still newt—like he’s trying to make sure you remember every second of this.

“look at me,” he whispers into your mouth. “need to see you.”

you do. and when your eyes meet his again, something shifts—deeper than just the physical. his expression falters, like seeing you like this—eyes wide, lips parted, taking all of him—is too much to process.

“bloody hell,” he breathes, brushing your hair back, his thumb gently dragging along your cheekbone. “you’re—”

he doesn’t finish the sentence. maybe he can’t.

because your hips roll down against his at the same time his meet you halfway, and the sudden pressure knocks a sound out of you that’s almost too loud for the tiny room you’re in.

“newt—” you gasp, fingers gripping his shoulders, nails pressing half-moons into his skin. “right there, right—don’t stop, please.”

his jaw tightens, and he nods, breath caught in his throat. “yeah. i’ve got you. just keep movin’—just like that.”

you grind down again, chasing that sweet, burning friction where your bodies meet. your legs are shaking now, thighs quivering around his sides as you start to come apart faster than you thought possible.

he feels it—feels your body clench around him—and it punches the air from his lungs.

“sh—shit, you’re close, aren’t you?” he pants, eyes locked to yours like it’s all he can do. “c’mon, love, let go. let me feel it.”

you don’t need more encouragement.

your body tightens, and the wave crashes—white-hot and all-consuming, making you cry out his name as your entire body pulses around him. your vision blurs, every nerve alight, and you collapse forward into his chest, trembling and gasping as the orgasm rocks through you.

his arms wrap around you instantly, holding you steady as you shake.

“that’s it,” he whispers into your hair. “good girl… i’ve got you.”

you barely have time to come down before he shifts beneath you, letting out a sound between a groan and a choked laugh, like he’s on the edge now.

“you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me,” he mutters, voice thick and broken. “i’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

your lips brush against his collarbone as you breathe, still wrecked, still open around him.

“then don’t,” you whisper. “want to feel you.”

that undoes him.

he groans low and guttural, hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you again—harder now, sloppier, rhythm faltering as he chases his own release.

“oh god—christ—you’re perfect,” he rasps, teeth clenching, chest heaving beneath you.

you moan again, still sensitive, but loving it—loving him like this, so undone, so raw beneath you.

and then he breaks.

with a final thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can go, groaning your name into your shoulder as he comes—his entire body tensing, trembling, his breath hot against your skin.

you hold him close through it, hands threading into his hair as he falls apart underneath you, every inch of him pressing into you like he can’t get close enough.

[benedictscanvas]

pretty boy, pretty girl - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

a/n: okay yes. it has been six months. which is actually mad to me, but there we are - whoops! i've been off following my dream and wrote this while procrastinating an assignment, so this is by no means a return!! honestly i was just itching to write it, but i don't know how much time i have for more - enjoy nevertheless <3

warnings: just a little bit of suggestion towards the end, reader is referred to as 'pretty girl' as the title implies amongst other pet names, quite a lot of swearing (some things don't change)

---

“Hi love.”

Jamie barely murmurs it as he walks past you, can’t help himself but to drag a palm along your back, one shoulder blade to the other, as he goes. 

He knows he’s bold sometimes, but he swears it’s instinct. He glances back to see whether your expression holds any discomfort, but all he finds is your grin, a tiny wave. He continues on his path towards the canteen, knowing that your corridor conversation with Rebecca is probably important.

Somewhere between here and there, he decides to get your lunch, your usual, and sits alone on a table until you appear.

You do, three and a half minutes later. As soon as he sees you, the irrepressible urge to make you grin again is back with a vengeance. He waves you over to his table with a gesture to the food he’s got for you and- there it is again.

If he was a slightly smarter man, maybe he’d consider why all it took was the sight of him to draw your lips upwards, set your eyes alight.

“Thought I’d save y’ from the queue,” he speaks, still soft, in a tone he feels he only uses with you. You match his unnecessary low volume.

“Thanks, angel,” you say easily, and you must not see his stomach doing flips, “Too good to me, you are.”

“Shut up,” he deflects, wonders if you can see him fluster at your nickname for him, “Are you still coming tonight?”

You groan. He frowns, and you quickly correct.

“Sorry. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, you sound proper convinced, an’ all.”

You chuckle, taking a bite out of your sandwich and taking a pause to chew. Jamie eats too, content to let you think before you speak. It was slowly teaching him to do the same.

“I’m just boring, Jamie. My favourite people are all under this roof, but usually they’re sober, you know?”

He often forgets you don’t really drink. Your friendship (however sour that word feels in relation to you) usually confined to these halls, to the pitch, to various football stadiums up and down the country. When they all get a chance to let loose, you’re very quick with the excuses, but he’s believed them blindly until this moment.

“Shit, y’ don’t drink, right? I can’t imagine that’s much fun in a club. I won’t tell anyone if you happen to come down with an illness or somethin’ this afternoon.”

You’re grinning at him again, all bright and sunny. It’s downright infectious, so Jamie nudges your foot with his on purpose and then apologises like it’s an accident.

“You’re alright,” you reassure, “I will join tonight. Even if it just proves to myself I’m not missing out on anything. Maybe Colin’s not as bad a drunk as I’ve been led to believe.”

Jamie winces.

“No, he is pretty bad,” he admits and then finally comes up with something to make you more comfortable, “Hey, what about this? I won’t drink either and we can spend the evening laughin’ at everyone else.”

You poke his hand and he tries not to drop his crisp packet.

“It’s everyone’s ‘relax and recharge’ night, Ted said. We both know you relax much easier with a few drinks in you. And I’d never judge anyone for that, I really hope it doesn’t come across like I’m judging any-“

“It doesn’t, sweetness,” he cuts in, “But actually, I’ll relax better if I’m one hundred percent positive that you’re relaxing too. What better way than judgin’ everyone else, together like?”

You purse your lips thoughtfully, mid-chew. He feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s underwater and you’re in charge of the oxygen tank.

“Well, see how you feel when we’re there. It sounds lovely but only if you’re still up for it when we’re right next to a bar,” you say, still unconvinced. He wants to convince you fully, but he can’t decide if he should argue with you or kiss you silly before you speak again, “Hey, if not, I’ll buy you a drink?”

“Pretty sure that’s my line, love.”

“I said it, I meant it. Girls can buy drinks for pretty boys, you know.”

He thinks you might have removed his oxygen tank now. There’s some cruelty in that sentence but you don’t know you’re wielding it. He wills himself to flirt back even though it’ll only make him feel sick.

“Okay, pretty girl. One passionfruit J2O, please.”

Another grin. He’s so fucking fucked.

---

He’s been waiting for you for around forty minutes. He doesn’t know if that’s the normal amount of time you take to get ready, even if he wishes he knew, so he just waits, leaning against his car.

After fifty, he decides there’s no harm in just checking you’re alright and haven’t slipped on a sparkly floor that an evening cleaner has done a number on.

You mentioned going to the kit room to get changed, and he meets Will on his way there.

“Hey mate, you seen Y/N?”

Will looks paler than he’s ever been. Guilty. Jamie narrows his eyes and waits.

“Kit room.”

It’s all that Will says. When Jamie doesn’t walk off immediately, still waiting for an explanation for Will’s strange demeanour, Will turns around and legs it all the way down the corridor, turns left at the end and never returns.

Jamie shakes his head and continues in the direction of the kit room. The closer he gets, the more he hears. Muffled banging, shouting. He picks up the pace.

“Y/N? Love?”

“Jamie! Jamie, in here!”

Your voice floats out from the kit room and he hurries over. Still very confused, Jamie turns the door handle and finds the door won’t budge, however hard he shoves his shoulder against it.

“It’s locked, babe. Did you lock it?”

He hears your exasperated sigh and feels a little embarrassed.

“No I didn’t bleeding lock it! Well, I did, when I was getting changed, but then when I unlocked it my side it had been locked from the outside.”

Jamie struggled to put the dots together. Had Will locked you in? Judging by the running, he had… and he’d done it on purpose. A spark of anger shot down Jamie’s spine but he tried to convince himself there must be a reason.

Before he could, there was a hand on his on the door, pulling him away. It was being unlocked by another hand and then he was being shoved inside, hard enough to stumble against one of the benches. A piece of paper was thrown at his face and Jamie groaned as he heard the lock click back in place.

“What the fuck?” he muttered as he stood up fully, more dazed than angry now as he stared at the locked door.

“Jesus, Jamie, are you alright? Who the fuck was that?”

“I dunno,” he says, staring at the door as if it might have answers. Your hand on his face wakes him up, his eyes shifting to yours where you look him over with concern.

“You’re alright, though?”

You ask it like you need the answer, and Jamie needs you to stop trailing a finger along his hairline either way.

“Fine, love,” he assures you, patting the juncture between your shoulder and neck gently until your hands drop to your sides. Then he raises his voice, and he’s not really talking to you anymore, “Whoever’s locked us in here as some kind of joke won’t be fuckin’ alright though!”

No answer. He picks up the small piece of paper from the floor and reads it in his head.

Tell her, you prick.

He’s actually going to hit Roy with his car. Lightly, definitely not enough to damage him, but enough to really, really piss him off.

This was all some ridiculous attempt to make him tell you how he felt about you? Absolutely not. Never. He wouldn’t be coerced into something so delicate, so important.

“What’s it say?”

You’re peering over the top of the paper, but he folds it in two before you can read anything. His chuckle comes out strained.

“It says: Get fucking pranked. Must be Roy, he’s probably scared Will into helpin’ him, the fucker. I’m afraid it’s payback for putting all his socks on the ceiling last week, babe, an’ you’ve been caught in the middle.”

You pause, staring at your shoes. For some reason, you look far more forlorn than the situation calls for, but it’s gone before he can think about it further.

“On the ceiling?”

He nods and you giggle. It’s only as you step away from him in your laughter that he realises how close you had been. He should’ve savoured it.

It’s also only as you step away that Jamie finally gets a glimpse of your outfit and nearly reaches out to the nearby bench for strength. He’s never seen you in a v-neck anything before, let alone a dress, and he thinks it might do him in.

“You look good,” he says lamely, then tries again, “Great. Fan-fuckin’-tastic, I mean.”

“I like that last one,” you smile, ducking your head. He thinks, or rather hopes, you’re a little flustered, “Fan-fuckin’-tastic happens to be what I was going for.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, words gone as soon as he’d found them. And now he was staring. Shit.

“I like your suit,” you say, maybe breathless yourself. It must be his ears. You reach up as if you might fiddle with his lapel but just point towards it before your hand drops again. You practically fall down onto the bench you’re both stood beside and he follows, ever obedient, “Shame no one else will ever see it. How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

The suit isn’t for anyone except you. That’s what he’d say if he had any stupid bravery. He’s an awful coward, he thinks.

“Until Roy gets bored or Keeley finds out I reckon,” Jamie guesses, “Y’ wanna play I-spy?”

You sigh, but when he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye, you’re grinning your silly, lovely grin again.

“I spy with my little eye…”

---

It is around 11pm, when Jamie has not long fallen asleep against the jacket he had scrunched behind his head, that he feels your hand on his ankle. He can tell, as he wakes without opening his eyes, that you’re not trying to rouse him. The touch is light, feathery. Maybe an accident.

No, not an accident. It wouldn’t have lasted this long, and your thumb is drawing absentminded circles into his ankle bone. You think he’s asleep and you’ve reached out to hold him anyway.

He opens his eyes but doesn’t move. His legs are stretched out on the bench in front of him and you sit upright next his sock-clad feet, one hand on his bare ankle. You’re staring at a piece of paper so intently he wonders what could possibly be so interesting.

“This doesn’t say get fucking pranked, Jamie,” you murmur, and his hand flies to his jacket pocket. It must have fallen out when he slumped into a slumber. He’s sat up in a blink, watching the hand that had been so soothing, fall back at your side suddenly.

“I’m sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“No, don’t,” you insist, still staring at the piece of paper. Instead of whirling on him for answers, you reach calmly into one of the boot cubbies beside your head and pull out a piece of paper from one of the boots. You chuck it at him without looking.

He unfolds it with careful, if shaky, hands.

Tell him, you silly shit.

It takes him an absurdly long time to understand what the hell this second piece of paper means. Later, when the two of you look back on this moment (and you do so often), you’ll wonder how he could have been so dense and he’ll spin you a line about how too good to be true it all felt. But in the moment, he has no lines and no words, until your hand lands heavy on his knee this time.

“Jamie,” you say softly, through a grin that is so different from your usual that he could pass out. It’s so beautiful and so strikingly lovesick that he thinks he might actually be sick, “What do you have to tell me?”

“What?”

He feels dumber than he’s ever felt. But your hand is still on his knee and now you’re shuffling closer to him on the bench.

“What do you have to tell me?” you repeat, then you poke his chest playfully as you add, “You prick.”

He still looks confused, so you clearly decide the best way to catch him up is to kiss him.

You pull away after a moment, a moment of pure heaven, because clearly you don't want to kiss him fully until he's all clued in.

"Come on, pretty boy," you say, teasing, "Figure it out. I was going to buy you a passionfruit J2O. It's the sign of all signs."

He should be laughing at your joke, but all he really wants to do is kiss you again. And again.

Maybe again.

"Oh pretty girl," he says, and he feels the rumble of his low tone in his chest. He places a hand on your face, fingers itching at your hairline, "I'll tell you anything ya wanna hear, I swear. Anythin'."

He hears your breath hitch, but he feels it too, where the meat of his palm is covering your neck.

"Anything?" you answer back, "I could have a lot of fun with this."

You scrunch up your brow like you're thinking and he's so stupidly in love with you that he just tells you. Too-soon be damned.

"Smooth talker," you laugh, giddy, and you kiss him again. And it's so good that he doesn't even remember you didn't say it back until hours later.

(at which point, you say it back so many times and in so many ways, Jamie is certain that he's the luckiest man in the world. he might not hit Roy with his car after all)

[kxsagi]

“𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥”

a/n: happy birthday to my husband, my glorious blue-eyed king goatsagi, but also the love of my life for the past almost 5 years. it's been amazing watching you grow into the man you are, cussing out everyone with your slurs on the field and defeating all of your opponents, turning them into real-life clowns and mcdonald's employees, gosh i love isagi yoichi so much

the apartment is quiet, save for the faint hum of the city lights and the soft flickering of the birthday candle sitting on top of the cake. it’s just the two of you, and the simplicity of it makes everything feel a little too perfect. isagi’s staring at the cake like it might explode any second, and you’re trying not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. 

“so... it’s just us, huh?” he asks, looking around like he’s waiting for some grand surprise. 

you grin. “yep, just you, me, and this gourmet cake i spent hours slaving over.” 

he raises an eyebrow, his face a mix of doubt and curiosity. “you? spent hours? please. the only thing you’ve spent hours on is probably picking a good frosting color.” 

you gasp, hand on your chest. “excuse me? i’ll have you know, this is a chef’s creation. it’s not just cake, it’s an experience.” 

he laughs, clearly not buying it. “uh-huh, sure. you’re definitely not gordon ramsay level.” 

“rude. i’m a baking genius,” you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. “you’re lucky to even be getting this cake. don’t act like i didn’t just bless your life.” 

he picks up a fork, eyes narrowing as he inspects the cake. “hmm... what’s the catch here? is this like, secretly a broccoli cake or something?” 

you smirk. “you’ll find out soon enough. maybe i put in a little extra surprise. like salt instead of sugar?” 

he shoots you a look. “you’re sooo funny.” but you can see that he’s genuinely nervous as he takes the first bite. 

the moment he chews, his eyes go wide, and he pauses. you hold your breath. 

“… okay,” he says slowly. “this is actually... pretty good.” 

you throw your hands up in triumph. “see?! i told you! i’m the best.” 

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters, chewing more, still looking suspicious. “it’s just... this is good, but i’m still waiting for the catch. this tastes too good to be true.” 

you narrow your eyes at him. “you really think i’d poison you?” 

he shrugs, still chewing. “honestly, with you, anything’s possible.” 

you gasp, dramatically clutching your heart. “i cannot believe you right now. you’ve wounded me.” 

he grins, all too pleased with himself. “hey, i’m just saying, you’re the one who almost got me a pet fish for my birthday.” 

you cross your arms, pretending to be offended. “almost? it was a solid plan! fish are low-maintenance!” 

he snorts. “sure. except for when they die two days later and you’re left with a small funeral for your pet fish in the bathroom.” 

“okay, fine. it wasn’t my best idea,” you admit, not even trying to hold back a grin. “but i still think a pet fish would’ve been a good gift.” 

he shakes his head, still laughing. “no way. you’re not getting me a fish. i draw the line there.” 

you stick your tongue out at him. “you don’t even know how to take care of a fish. i’d be the one cleaning the tank, feeding it, probably talking to it too, like ‘hey, bro, how’s it going today?’” 

he shakes his head in mock horror. “nope. not happening. next time, just get me socks or something.” 

“socks? wow, how original.” you pause for dramatic effect. “you know, maybe i’ll just get you... a gift card. for, like, a fish store. that way, you can pick out your own fish and deal with it.” 

“you’re cruel,” he says with a dramatic sigh, leaning back in his chair. “absolutely cruel.” 

“i know,” you reply smugly, taking a bite of your own cake. “but it’s all part of the fun.” 

after a beat of silence, you both fall into a kind of quiet rhythm, just enjoying the cake and the ridiculousness of the conversation. isagi’s still poking at the cake with his fork, clearly trying to avoid admitting it’s actually good. 

“you know,” he starts, breaking the silence, “this is actually kind of nice. just the two of us. no crazy parties, no surprises... just, like... us.” 

you glance over at him, and for a split second, your heart flutters. “yeah,” you say softly. “i’m glad it’s just us too.” 

“you sure you don’t want me to throw in a trampoline next year?” he teases, giving you that grin you can’t resist. 

you roll your eyes. “next year? i’m getting you an entire bouncy castle. you’ve earned it.” 

“a bouncy castle?” he laughs. “okay, but only if it has a slide, and a ball pit. i need that full experience.” 

“done,” you say, grinning. “but, you’re the one who has to climb out of the ball pit when you get stuck.” 

he raises an eyebrow. “me? stuck? i’m the one who’ll be pulling you out.” 

“uh, no, you’re the one who’ll be posting a crying selfie while trapped in it,” you tease. 

“wow, you’re so supportive,” he says, rolling his eyes. “you’re getting a wet sponge for your birthday next year.” 

there’s a brief pause where the city’s noises almost feel distant, and it’s just the two of you in your little bubble of ridiculousness. and then, he looks over at you, his gaze softening, and you both sort of… melt. 

“hey,” he says quietly, catching your eye. “seriously though. thanks for today. it’s been really nice.” 

you feel your heart do this weird flip in your chest. it’s so easy to get lost in the chaos of being with him, whether it’s teasing each other about bad cake or trying to figure out what gift you’re going to get next year, but moments like this remind you of just how much you like being with him. 

“you’re welcome,” you reply softly, trying to play it cool. but you know your smile gives you away. 

he notices, of course, and before you can say anything else, he speaks again. “you know, if we keep this up, i’m gonna get used to all this... nice stuff from you.” 

“good. you should get used to it,” you say, trying to sound casual. “it’s the least i can do after spending hours slaving over that cake.” 

“i’ll admit, that cake was impressive,” he says, leaning back in his chair, eyes twinkling. “i might just have to marry you just for that.” 

you raise an eyebrow. “oh yeah? you think you could handle me?” 

he shrugs, looking genuinely thoughtful. “i think i could manage.” 

you shake your head, laughing. “you’re an idiot. but you’re my idiot.” 

he grins, clearly pleased with the sentiment. “hey, i’ll take it.” 

and just like that, everything feels a little warmer. more comfortable. this is how it always is with him – silly arguments, teasing, and somehow, you both just seem to fall deeper into this... thing you’ve got going. best friends, annoying each other in the best way. 

you pick up the fork again, shoveling more cake into your mouth. “next year, i’m getting you socks, by the way.” 

he groans dramatically. “you really are cruel.” 

“you love it,” you say, flashing him a smile. 

“yeah, i do,” he replies, eyes softening just a little. 

and you know, in that moment, that this, just this, is everything. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[lufyuu]

Protagonist's wants

Tws: fucking in someone else's house, semi public.

Description: a drabble showing why River is one of 2 freaky ocs of mine

River quite literally doesn't give a fuck where the two of you are. If he's horny, he'll fuck you. This is almost common knowledge for you at this point even if it's only been a couple months since the two of you got together. He takes 'anytime, anywhere' seriously. The only drawback from this is that he's quite the childish fellow. If he wants it, he better get it! This became quite obvious one starry night.

Almost everyone's been invited to Kevin's party. The popular jock everyone knew and loved. Well, maybe not the second part but still! His parties are known to be lively and fun, who would want to miss it? Apparently River does.

"I'm not going", he states while paying little attention to what you just said. Just like any other normal person, you shrug it off. If he isn't going, then you'll just have to go with your friends. "Alright", was all you answered as you made yourself toast as a light snack. With the party starting in just an hour or two, you figured it'd be best to eat a bit now, get ready, and then call up your friends to pick you up. The toaster clicks, indicating your toast is ready. While being careful, you grab it out of the toaster and take a bite. It crunches as you do. River who has been focused on his phone while sitting on the couch, turns around to look at you. Or rather, the piece of toast. "Let me have a bite", you take a few more bites before giving him what's left of it. More like you shove it into his open mouth. Either way, he chews and swallows it. As he's still on his phone, he doesnt notice you going to his bedroom to "borrow" an outfit. He's a pretty stylish guy so nothing can go wrong. You open his closet and immediately spot one that catches your eye. Of course, you take it out and change into it. He wouldn't mind his boyfriend borrowing his clothes, would he?

You admire yourself in the mirror. His outfit fits and suits you like a glove! Practically made just for you. You can't help but take a picture! You finish getting ready and exit the room looking as good as ever. Probably even better. This time, River notices you and puts his phone to the side. "Are those my clothes?", he recognizes it to which you just nod, paying no mind. River, still confused, asks "are you going to the party??", as if it's the most confusing thing he's ever heard. "Well yeah, my friends will pick me up", you grab whatever you need and are about to head out when River stops you in your tracks. "Tell them you don't need them to pick you up, I'm going", he gets up from the couch and strolls over to his room.

Moments later, he comes out looking fresh. His hair isnt a mess anymore, his outfit makes him look expensive. He strides over to the counter and grabs his keys. "Get in the car", he walks towards the car and grabs your wrist, dragging you with him. You don't even have a say in the whole arrangement. Before you even knew it, the two of you arrive at the party.

The partying crowd notices River's car and Kevin immediately goes up to the window. River doesn't bother to roll it down, he's not a big fan of his Jock personality. Even though it's muffled, you can hear Kevin's voice from outside the vehicle, "hey Riverrr, I'm glad you finally showed up! It's the first time you've ever came", he's all giddy about the fact River Sterling came to his party. He'd always invited the latter but River had always declined or just a no show. It's quite rare to see him at a party. Kevin has you to thank. If it werent for you coming, River would have stayed home doing God knows what.

When the two of you step into the large house, it was clear nobody's going to leave the place sober. "[Name]? There you are!", one of your friends comes up to you, followed by the others, "y'know, we were really confused when you suddenly told us to not pick you up", he sighs, "we thought you'd abandoned us! But turns out you're here with your boyfriend", your other friend, Erie, looks at River up and down, jokingly rolling her eyes at him. "Well, we'll be stealing your boyfriend away now!", she says before grabbing your wrist and running deeper into the house with the whole friendgroup following not too far behind, leaving River dumbfounded. Though, it's not long that he's snapped out of his trance as a group of people gather around him seeing as his boyfriend's gone to have some fun. "River, let's have a few drinks", someone says, holding a shot a bit too close to his lips. Gosh, it reminds River why he hates parties.

You, on the other hand, are having lots of fun. It's the first time in a while since you've last felt so free. It really doesnt hurt to let loose a little sometimes. Gossiping like there's no tomorrow while munching on some fries. There's no crowd gathering around you, only a handful of your close friends. "Literally I saw our Chemistry professor being lovey dovey with Ms Miller", "the Biology teacher!?", "isn't he with the dance teacher??", everyone takes their turn in sharing their knowledge of the situation. You only sit back and enjoy hearing the things being said.

After an hour or two, Evie heads to get to know a few underclassmen and upperclassmen while the others head to get some more snacks. You're the only one on the couch, enjoying some fruit punch. Despite the loud music, you find yourself relaxing a bit, to the point you close your eyes. Through the loud music, you can hear an even noiser sound coming from behind. When you turn around, you see a crowd. They're almost tripping one another just to get the attention of someone. 'He can deal with it', you think to yourself, already knowing who's in the middle of all this. He must be used to all this attention. "Agh! Please let me through!", it's not very often you see River struggling in the middle of a crowd. The last time you saw him in one, he looked relaxed and was frankly enjoying the attention. Look at him now, struggling to get through. You can't help but let out a small laugh before turning back around to enjoy the rest of your beverage.

[Love Quest!]

Even though you've seen this window a lot, it still baffles you whenever you see it. Especially when you're out no less! There's no way to complete the quest, this is crazy! "River you jerk!", you turn to curse at him but he's no longer there, instead, you feel a hand grabbing your wrist. "Hey, let's get out of here", you hear a whisper as you get pulled roughly. Obviously it's River but it really is a wonder how fast it took him to get to you. You almost trip while trying to keep up with River's pace, it's as if he's in a rush to find something. Fortunately for the two of you, nobody follows behind.

The two of you arrive in an empty, dark and somewhat quiet room where he pins you to the wall, "River! What are you even thinking!", you yell at him, looking up to face him eye to eye, "fucking hell, I thought I was going to go crazy", he continues, "this is why I hate parties", he's most likely referring to the fact he was being surrounded and chased down almost the whole time he's been at the party. In hindsight it was definitely not something to laugh about. "Then let's leave okay? I'm sorry for making you come here", you suggest, trying to get out of his grip but he doesnt let go, "an apology wont do it, didn't you see that window?", he points at the window that is on your right, gosh you almost forgot about if it werent for him pointing that out, "we can complete it at home–", "no, since we're in an empty room now, I say we finish it right now", his tone leaves no room for retaliation. The protagonist will always get what he wants, even if it's a good fucking in someone else's hallway.

With your hands being pinned to the wall and your ass left completely exposed to River, he has an easy time thrusting into you. You face the wall, trying to hold in your moans in order not to be discovered by the people partying away downstairs by biting your lip. Rivers thrusts are relentless in their attack. He groans and even lets out a few quiet moans, completely shameless. Usually you wouldnt be this worried about being discovered as River puts an invisible barrier between the two of you and the rest but this time he decided to not do that and risk the chance of the two of you being caught fucking while there's a party going on. "R-River please.. I cant keep holding in my— aH!", you involuntarily let out quite a loud moan, prompting a few people to look around for the source of the noise. Your eyes widen at the noise you just made, turning around to try and glare at River. He doesnt even stop thrusting into you, infact, he does it even harder and faster now that he's heard you moan.

You can feel yourself getting close to your climax, some tears well up. River shows no sign of stopping. The sound of skin against skin is not too loud but loud enough that if someone went up the stairs, they'd be able to hear everything. "Isn't this exciting..", he stops to whisper in your ear. You turn to look at him with pleading eyes, "p-please...I want to cuM...!", your begging words drove something in him. "Whatever you want, angel", he teases and starts to pump into you again. This time, chasing his own climax too. It's almost as if all the self control you had just dissappeared, "gosh, you're tighter now", you can barely hear him say while you're a moaning mess, not caring if they heard you anymore. "A-ahh River ngh", you close your eyes, the pleasure getting to you. The two of you are in yout own little world, River fucking you roughly as you take it like you always do. "That's it, let out your pretty little voice", he seems very satisfied in making you almost yell out his name in pleasure. Eventually, you couldn't hold it anymore, "c-cUmMinG...gH", you splurt all over Kevin's wall. His hallway wall. Though in this very moment, you don't even think about it. Why should you anyways, you're too busy being pounded. With you cumming, your hole becomes tighter which brings even more pleasure to the man abusing your hole. It doesn't take long for him to thrust deep inside of you and unload his cum inside. Your legs give out and you almost fall but River catches you before that happens.

You're barely conscious when the two of you descend the stairs, face to face with the party goers. "What were you guys doing up there?", Kevin goes up to River with a curious look. River only smiles eerily, "curiosity killed the cat", and exits the party with you in hand. You're too tired to even comprehend anything. When you get into the passenger seat, it's almost as if an off button was pressed as you fall into a deep sleep until the two of you arrive to River's place.

The next day, you're laying on the couch with your boyfriend sitting next to you. You're mindlessly scrolling on your phone. Not thinking much about what happened last night. It's quite common for River to fuck you anywhere and everywhere, you were a bit shocked at first but got over it after the whole thing blew over. You don't pay much attention on River until you hear him chuckle a bit. A half smirk emerges on his face as he looks at his phone, "what are you smirking about?", you question which he dismisses, "nothing, just a very cute picture", he puts his phone into his pocket. Maybe he should go to parties more often, he'll get to see more of that adorable nervous face of yours!

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I'm back! As promised, here is a freaky drabble of River, but I went a bit overboard, and it turned into a short fic instead😅

[prettypinkporkchop]

Paul lahote x female reader

Chicken Bone

Kim has been helping Emily with the kitchen while you are outside gathering wood with Sam.

"UGH, Sam, I'm tired. Don't you think this is enough for a year?" You giggle and whipe sweat off of your forehead. He laughs at you, making you glare at him. "You can stop. I don't need Paul getting upset with me for overworking you." He puts his hands on his hips, smiling at you. You hum in response and take off the work gloves Sam gave you.

You walk inside to see Emily and Kim fixing up the plates for the boys. There is enough food to feed all of the reservation but you're used to being around the pack at this point.

"WOOO HOOO!" You hear hooting and hollering from multiple men. You knew it was your imprinter and his family. You smile, and Kim rushes next to you. "Y/n, I have been thinking about this the whole time! Me and Emily have a bet. If you were to take a chicken bone away from Paul, I say he chases you. Emily says he just lets you have it." She laughs.

You burst into laughter and wrap your arm into hers. "Well then, Emily! What do you say? Kim do this to Jared too?" You look at the beauty of a woman who is pouring tea into glasses. She smirks at you two. "I think Jared would play a pity party!" Emily giggles. "I say, Jared simply wouldn't care and just pick up another chicken." You bet with Emily. "Oh goodness. This will be fun." She sighs with a grin as the boys all pile in.

Paul steps in front of you with a wide and bright smile. "I've missed you, my princess." He kisses your lips. The butterflies kick in asyou kiss him back. He pulls away and pecks your cheek and then leaves a lingering and sweet kiss on your forehead. He steps away to sit at the table next to Embry. Jared and Quil have their own conversation. Jacob, Leah, and Seth are currently at Billy's house, cleaning up for him.

After everyone finishes up, the boys do their classic thing. The dog comes out and they have to chew on a bone. You find this so funny and cute! Kim makes eye contact with you. She winks at you, mouthing, 'you first.' As Paul is chewing on the bone and laughing at Embry, you quickly grab it out of his hand and step away from him.

"Hey!" He calls out with confusion on his face. You start giggling and begin chewing on it, too. He watches you with his eyebrows furrowed. "That.. was the best bone in the whole plate." He mumbles in sadness. He sighs and sits down to pout.

Kim grabs Jared's and stands next to you. "Hey!" He gets up and she runs as he chases after her outside.

Emily is cackling while tears form in her eyes. All the men look confused. Paul is just brooding.

"We had a bet. Nobody was right." She chokes out.

So, Kim guessed Paul would chase you, but in fact, Jared chased her. And you guessed that Jared would let her have it, but he chased her! Unexpectedly, the pouts came from the hard ass, Paul Lahote.

Feeling bad, you stand behind Paul and hand him the bone. He grabs your wrist with a small amount of a grip. Not enough to hurt you but to be sure you don't move. "Y/n y/m/n, You pull this shit again, you won't be able to sit down." He growls before kissing your lips and then going back to the bone. You shiver and imagine what he is talking about.

Later that night, you get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you. You step out of the bathroom and into your bedroom that you share with Paul. He's lying on his back with his eyes closed. You drop the towel and began digging through your drawer.

Paul's pair of warm arms pulls you into his hard body. A surprised yelp escapes your lips. "Ya know," he begins and starts leaving sloppy and wet kisses over your shoulder and neck. "Watching you chew that bone that was just in my mouth was very hot." He groans and grips harder onto your waist.

[holdmytesseract]

Hello I was wondering if you could do a Daryl Dixon in the first few seasons when he got shot and an arrow to the side. Where the reader is taking care of him while he is recovering.

Approaches

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: When Andrea mistakes Daryl for a walker and shots him, you are here to take care of the injured archer; causing the both of you to get closer...

Set in Season 2!

Warnings: Andrea? gunshot, weapons, TWD stuff, blood, injuries, fluff, idiots in love?

Word Count: 1,7k

a/n: I had a lot of fun writing this! I never wrote S2 Daryl before, so... Very exciting! I hope you like it, nonny and thanks for requesting!

Daryl Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

You were in Dale's RV, peacefully napping on the little bench with your back pressed up against the window and your body squashed between the back rest and the small table. Your actual plan was to study the map Hershel had given your group, in order to search for Sophia - and not to doze off, but well... Your body had a different opinion on your priorities. And you'd have definitely slept for another while, if not a loud noise ripped you cruelly out of your sleep.

You shot up; heart hammering against your chest. A gunshot. It was a gunshot! "Shit," you cursed and scrambled to get up. On slightly wobbly feet - due to your rushed movements, you more or less stumbled down the few steps of the RV and immediately ran to the front. You saw Rick, Shane, T-Dog and Glenn up ahead on the meadow in distance waving and shouting something like mad men.

"What happened?" You asked and looked to your right, where Dale stood on the little ladder which led to the RV's roof. Andrea kneeled on top; rifle in hands and smiling victoriously. "Apparently a walker made-," was all Dale could say, before he got interrupted by quick footsteps coming from the house and Hershel's voice.

"What on earth is going on out here?" He yelled; all the other's gathering around him. All eyes were directed on the four men, but when they started to crouch around the 'walker' and lift him up to his feet, everybody soon realised that the walker was definitely not a walker.

"Oh my god, is that...?" Andrea spoke almost in a panicked voice; quickly ushering Dale down the ladder, so that she could climb down as well.

You took a few steps forward; squeezing your eyes shut to identify the 'walker', but deep down, you already knew. No ten seconds later, your eyes widened; heart rate picking up again. "Daryl! Oh my god, that's Daryl!" You started to run; Andrea following you behind.

"I-Is he dead?" You asked Rick and Shane - who had each draped one arm of the archer over their shoulders and carrying him, in a quivering voice. Rick shook his head. "Nah, just unconscious," the leader answered; then turned his gaze to a shaken Andrea. "Bullet only grazed him."

Slight relief washed over you, but your worries nevertheless didn't cease. Daryl looked bad. All caked in dirt and mud; his top soaked in blood. You couldn't tell if it was his own or from walkers.

Chewing on your thumbnail, you watched how Shane and Rick dragged the archer inside the house, so that Hershel could take care of his wound. You hesitatingly followed them and sat down on the steps of the porch; soon getting lost in thoughts.

It wasn't like you and Daryl were a thing or something. Actually not at all. However, you had grown very fond of him the past days and weeks. Something intrigued you and seemed to draw you closer to Daryl. You liked him. A lot. Most of the group only saw his rough and edged exterior, but you also saw that he had also a different side. His selflessness. Braveness. Protectiveness. You knew Daryl was a good man.

Almost everyone of the group had noticed, of course, that you had cast an eye on the crossbow-wielding redneck. You weren't quite subtle in your words and gestures; how you acted around him. You, though, you were oblivious to the others observations.

"Hey, Y/N," a voice urged to your ears and caused you to snap out of your thoughts. Turning your head to the left, you saw how Lori placed a hand on your shoulder. "You okay?"

You gave her a soft smile. "Yeah, sure." She nodded and gestured towards the main door. "You should go to him," Lori said and gave you a wink as she passed you by. "He's upstairs." Your eyes followed the brown haired woman, before they travelled over to the door. Biting your lip, you stood up and made your way inside.

Just as you set foot in the hallway, you saw Hershel exiting a room to the left; some medical stuff in hands. The older man saw you approaching and gave you a nod. "H-How is he? Is it bad?" Hershel shook his head. "He'll live. A few days of rest and he should be a'right again." Now you were the one who nodded. "Thank you." He gave you an uptight smile as he passed you by. "Can I, uh, go to him?" "Of course." With those words, Hershel was out of your sight; left you standing alone in the hallway.

You stared at the doorhandle for a moment, took a deep breath and knocked. A gruff 'Yeah' coming from inside the room allowed you to step inside. So, you did.

Gently closing the door behind yourself, your eyes fell on Daryl, who was snugly wrapped up in a blanket on the bed; a bandage around his head. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned; now facing you.

"Hey," you softly greeted him; giving him a small smile. "Thought I'll come look after you..." You were still concerned about his well-being. After all, he was shot - even though the bullet just grazed. "How are you feeling?"

Daryl shook his shoulders with a grunt. "'M fine." You weren't neither convinced by the answer nor were you believing that he was telling the truth, but you decided to leave it for now. So, you just nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him; gently placing a hand on his arm. Your skin on his didn't fail to send a shiver down your spine. This bold, simple gesture was already enough to drive the butterflies within your stomach wild - and not just yours...

You were totally oblivious to Daryl's slight flinch as you suddenly touched his arm; eyelids fluttering for just a moment. It wasn't like the others from the group hadn't 'touched' him before... A clap from Rick on the back, Carol's hand on his shoulder. Simple gestures, which he usually wasn't fond of. Bad memories were connected with touch, so he learned to avoid it. But your touch... Your palm on his forearm... That was different.

"What happened?" You whispered. Daryl could see worry in your eyes. Honest concern. You didn't just ask out of politeness, no... You meant it.

Once more he shrugged his shoulders; trying to play it cool. "Horse threw me off, fell down a slope 'n well... Caused one of ma arrows to kinda impale me." Your eyes widened. "Hang on, wha'? You got impaled by your arrow?!" "Yeah, 's not a big deal." You felt how your heart sped up. "Not a big deal?! Daryl, you could've died!"

He shook his head. "Nah. I ain't jus' die like a pussy. 'S a boring death. 'Sides Hershel got me fixed again."

You blinked; little bit overwhelmed by the information and his words. You swallowed; worry taking over then once again.

"Are you in pain? Is there something I can do for you?"

And that was the moment Daryl's cool façade started to crumble down entirely. You were so sweet and kind to him - something he didn't deserve. And yet you willingly gave it to him. From that day on, Daryl stopped pushing you away. He let you stay with him while his wounds healed; let you entertain him with a book you read out loud or some of your funny childhood and teenager stories. You brought him food, made sure he stayed hydrated in the Georgia heat and cleaned his wounds and changed the bandages. You were no nurse, but you had at least a little experience.

"I don't hurt you, do I?" You asked while you carefully dabbed the wound on his temple, where Andrea's bullet had grazed him. "Nah, ya don't. 'S all good." "Good." You gave Daryl a small smile, before you concentrated on cleaning the wound again. Daryl's blue-grey eyes watched you intensely; saw the frown on your face and the tip of your tongue poking out between your closed lips. His heart fluttered. You looked cute - and he could've watched you for several hours like this, but unfortunately you were way to quickly finished and before he could blink, you had patched his wound again and with that your touch was gone.

"There you go. All finished." "Thank you," Daryl croaked out; his voice definitely more hoarse than usual. You nervously tucked a loose strand behind your ear, "Of course." before meeting his gaze; looking into his beautiful blue-grey orbs.

The tension between you and him was literally cuttable with a knife as you stared into each other's eyes; totally lost. Neither of you didn't even notice how you moved closer. Daryl propping himself up on his elbows, while you leaned down; on your way to meet him halfway.

But when the redneck's brain finally managed to catch up with the situation he was in and suddenly realised that he was inches away from kissing you, his mind panicked and immediately went to pull up the invisible walls he had built around himself through the years - and so Daryl turned his head away, before your lips could touch his; clearing his throat.

"I should... I should get some more sleep."

You immediately sat back on your haunches; the beautiful, intimate moment gone. Bursted in front of your eyes like a bubble. You cleared your throat as well; nodding. "Yeah, I, uh, I should go, too. 'S getting dark soon, so, uh, time for dinner, right?" You tried to stay cool and just play off what happened a few seconds ago, but you were not very good at it - and Daryl noticed. Nevertheless, he played along.

"Yeah, right."

You gave him a soft, uptight smile and got up. "I, uh, I'll come back later to bring you dinner, okay?" "Alrigh'." Another awkward smile crossed your lips, before you went to leave hit tent; zipping it shut behind yourself.

The moment you were gone, Daryl led himself fall back down on his sleeping bag with a frustrating groan; rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He wanted to kiss you. He really wanted to - but he just got cold feet. His fear of letting someone getting too close to him in the way.

He groaned again. "Ya fuckin' coward..."

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[sunnysana]

hi i was wondering if you could do a geonwoo from bloodhounds x reader? maybe they’re on a date and he gets protective over the reader?

Gunwoo × Reader / when he gets protective

A/N: Hiii, thank you so much for the request. I love the idea and I hope you enjoy! I hope it reaches your expectations.

Warning(s): None? (Not proofread, lmk if anything sounds odd!)

The air was chilly outside in the evening. However, the atmosphere is cozy. Just holding his warm hands made your day a tad bit better.

Small clouds of warm breath fill the air as you walk towards your favorite Korean barbecue spot at a steady pace.

He'd often take you there as he formerly worked there and liked to show off his skills cooking the meat. Anything to impress you.

Actually, it's the place where you went on a first date together when he finally had the guts to ask you. Which you ofcourse immediately accepted as you had hoped for this day to come.

Now you're going back there. You're almost regulars at this rate. It's become a repeating occurrence.

It's his favorite place to go, and hotpot his favorite food... well, short after ribeye steak, but that's too expensive. Though once in a while, you liked to suprise him with it.

"I can't wait any longer. I'm starving," he said, his hand slightly squeezing yours in excitement. He had a lot of boxing training today with his best friend Woojin and now had a great appetite cause of it. "Me too, you must be after training so much you better eat well," a chuckle leaves quickly after.

The light of the familiar sign of the restaurant gives a warm color to your faces as you stand at the entrance of the place. "Good thing we're here cause I'm not waiting any longer" he rushed in playfully, not wanting to wait any longer, giving you no time to think. "Hey Gunwoo, wait for me!".

Moments later, you're both seated and all set on the soft plush sofa you know all too well. And the smell of hot beef. Which he cooked like a pro.

not too long and not too short. Perfect.

Like always, he'd feed the first piece to you with a soft smile plastered onto his face. "Open up, I made it just how you like it" he extended the piece of meat between his metal chopsticks after blowing on it to cool off.

He wouldn't want you to have to do any of the work like the gentleman he is.

"Mhm, it's perfect." You chew on the perfectly cooked meat which makes his cheeks tint a light color of pink, though he'd deny it if mentioned. Though perfection is what you'd expect of someone who had worked there as well.

After a while of enjoying the fun date together getting taken care of by your boyfriend Gunwoo, you decided to head for a bathroom break.

You stand up, getting out of the plush seating and give him a quick teasing peck on the cheek. "I'll be back in a moment, wait for me" with a chuckle you head there.

Gunwoo is really the best, you think. He always makes sure to treat me like a princess and take care of me. It's adorable, really. Even Woojin liked to tease him for it.

You reach the door and do your thing. When stepping back out into the main dining area, an unknown guy stops you as you're a few meters away from you and Gunwoo's table.

Must be a new server. You don't recognize him, though he must be a new server as he's wearing the uniform.

He gave a short greating as I akwardly returned the same. Taking a small glance at the name card, it said Yoon Sihun. "Hello, I've heard you're a regular here by my colleagues, you can call me Sihun".

"Yeah, you could say so" I said politely, though trying to get back to Gunwoo quickly". "You're pretty, you know I'd love to take you out sometime".

That didn't go unnoticed. Before you could even reply, an arm wrapped around your shoulder protectively. "Let's go back to our table, shall we?" He remained composed though giving a certain look towards the waiter. And then quickly took you back to our table at a semi rushed pace.

He's just like a golden retriever.

You both sit back down at the table, though this time you're next to him. "What was that guy all about..." he tries not to show it but sulks a little. "Are you pouting?" A small chuckle of endearment leaves your mouth. He huffs softly.

He would've been fine if it was just a compliment. He wants you to know how amazing you are. Though asking you out was too much. No way he'd let someone take you away from him. Your his. And he's planning to keep it like that. You're his special girl.

"You know I'm only for you, don't worry, hm?" You playfully poke his cheek, which makes him soften up. Though you always manage to without much effort. He's just a big softie on the inside after all.

Luckily, the date wasn't ruined by that. Though Gunwoo would just have to keep an eye on that new guy the next time. You'll just make it up by giving him extra cuddles tonight.

Just what he loves.

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A/N:

Hi, I hope you all enjoyed it! Sorry if it's a little short. Feel free to request again if you'd like I'd love to write again for you!

Also, a tag for another person who asked if I could write for Gunwoo:

@vampyyjules

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Soup or Salad

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 6.6k

Notes: See I TOLD YOU GUYS I was still writing

Edmundo Díaz is literally the stupidest, lamest, most annoying man you’ve ever met in your life, and that’s saying something because you know Evan Buckley. 

Right now Eddie’s made it his life’s mission to not be touching you. He stands way too close in the kitchen, he sits too close at the table and he always takes the seat on the couch next to you. He’s even resorted to holding his finger right above your arm and making little faces as he says “I’m not touching you” and you scream for Bobby to make him stop. 

Yeah, life at the firehouse is fun. 

Today’s prank consisted of leaving a toy snake in your locker. The high-pitched scream and sound of Buck and Eddie’s laughter from upstairs got all three of you called into Bobby’s office and those two got their asses chewed out while you sniffled in the chair next to them. 

Which- okay kinda made Eddie feel bad. He didn’t want you to cry, he just wanted to scare you a little. 

“Hey so-” he stops you outside Cap’s office, he holds your arm, his rough fingertips so different from your soft skin. 

“I know he made us apologize and all, but I really do want you to know- without the pressure of him being here, I really am sorry Y/N” 

He’s not even really sure why he wants you to know he’s sorry, but he just does. You give him a polite thank you and walk away, still wiping at your eyes. 

That’s the third time he’s felt his heart flutter at the sight of you. A feeling he ties down, chains up, and rams as far down into the teeniest tiniest corner of his heart as he can. 

You do the exact same thing when your heart flutters when you catch him working out with Buck later. The way his body moves as he kicks the bag… it’s something else that’s for sure. 

“I know you’re all ready to get some sleep, but it’s nice you’re all here anyway,” Bobby says as he serves up the plates of spaghetti. You purposely pass the plate to Hen instead of Eddie and he rolls his eyes and you stick your tongue out at him. 

“Listen, since you’re all here. Athena wants to have a nice dinner this weekend with everyone. She’s got a reservation at LaRue’s for all of us, including a plus one for you and Hen” he says as hands Chimney his plate. 

“What about us?” Buck huffs and Bobby chuckles 

“You three are as single as they come” 

“Especially Eddie,” you say as Bobby hands you your plate 

“Yeah, sure. When was the last time you got laid, Princess?” He throws a piece of garlic bread at you and you just barely catch it. 

“I don’t know, ask your mom” You wink at him and he kicks you under the table and you squeak before kicking him back. 

“I got laid last week,” Buck says nonchalantly, shoveling his spaghetti into his mouth. 

“Hold up what?!” Hen chokes on her apple juice and you turn to him, shaking his shoulders as Eddie pats her back, his mouth wide open

“Spill!! Now” 

“Can you hurry the fuck up?!” Eddie groans at you as you drag your feet back to the truck. 

A call had come in right around 4am, and you’d been curled up on the couch with a soft blanket you didn’t remember putting on but very much so welcomed. Everyone was up and ready to go in five minutes flat and they were off. 

Usually, everyone made sure you and Eddie were on opposite ends of the truck but it was too damn early to fuss with it and you ended up right next to him. It’s quieter than usual too, probably because it’s literally 4am and it’s slowly putting you to sleep. Your head falls over onto Eddie’s shoulder and he freezes for a second, looking over at you.

“Glad I could make a good pillow” He mumbles before turning his head to look out the window. He doesn’t exactly wake you up though, and he slouches down a little so your neck isn’t at a weird angle. 

The truck comes to a stop and everyone hops out, except you and Eddie. 

“Dude come on! This is-“ Buck comes back in, Eddie’s head is on yours with his hand in your lap and you’re cuddled into his side. Buck grins widely and pulls out his phone. 

“Oh I can’t wait to print this and plaster it all over the station”

He wakes you both up with an annoying little giggle and gently pokes at you two so you purposely wake up slowly and in each other's arms 

Which is how he ends up on the ground later while you and Eddie beat him up. 

“Do you always have to leave your clothes all over the place when you shower??” Eddie rolls his eyes at you 

You called dibs on the showers first when you got back to the station because the men’s showers had the best water pressure and that’s important okay. 

“I don’t know, ask your dad” You flick him off as you climb into the truck and plop down into the seat across from him. Everyone is already in, Buck is literally leaning on Hen completely asleep and she’s fading just as fast. 

“Do you ever shut up” He sighs as he pulls his knee to his chest and you pull off your gloves just to throw them at him.

“Do you ever stop whining?”

“Isn’t it a bit early for this?” Chim mumbles to Bobby who just shakes his head as he starts driving 

“Do you ever stop leaving your shit all over the floor?” He retorts, throwing your gloves back at you and you snatch them out of the air 

“You tripped over my shoe once!” 

“Three times actually. But who’s counting!” 

“Apparently you are, loser.”

“That’s the best you’ve got? Loser?” Eddie laughs at you cruelly 

“And you’ve got something better at 4am?!” You scoff and he grins widely 

“Oh, I’ve got plenty! Bitch? Useless? Human mattress?” 

Buck snorts and your head whips over to him as you slap his leg “Hey!”

“I’m sorry, the human mattress was funny. Okay okay I’m going back to sleep I’m sorry please continue” 

Eddie smiles smugly at you and your hands curl into fists. “You can call me whatever the fuck you want. You know? Maybe this is why your last girlfriend left you. Because you don’t know how to fucking respect women. Oh no, no it was the cheating, wasn’t it? She found someone with a better dick who actually knew how to use it!” 

“Oh shit” Chimney whispers from the front seat and Bobby nearly jumps from the truck just to get away from you two. 

“You little fucking-“ Eddie doesn’t even finish his sentence before Bobby is pulling over. 

“Are we home?” Buck mumbles sleepily looking around 

“Up front Diaz. Now” 

Bobby’s using his scary Captain voice and you both know you’re gonna get a talking to when you get back. Eddie throws his seatbelt off and slams the door open, switching seats with Chimney. 

As soon as Bobby pulls into the station Eddie is out of the truck and throwing his stuff into a pile in front of his shelf. 

“Eddie you can’t just-“ Bobby sighs as he goes storming into the back room and slamming the door shut. He turns to look over at you, and you walk quietly over to Eddie’s shelf and start to hang his stuff up neatly. 

“You two are constantly at each other’s throats,” He says, putting his hat up “This needs to stop or else I’m going to have to change one of your shifts. And I love you Y/N and the way you work with us but you were hired last” 

“I know, I know. He just. He’s so annoying! And he’s rude and pushy and- and-“

“Super hot” Buck walks past, to his shelf and you throw your hands in the air 

“Exactly!- wait- fuck” 

Everyone stops and you shake your head, waving your hands wildly “No. No, I did not fucking mean to agree with that absolutely heck no-“

“Oh my god, you like him” Chimney scoffs “And he likes you?!” 

Your mouth drops open, it’s moving but no words are coming out as you stare at him. 

“There- no- no fucking no-“ You splutter and Hen comes over now, putting her hands on your shoulders 

“It’s okay honey. We all know how you feel about each other”

“A-are you shitting me?!! I’d rather jump in a boiling lake of lava than sleep with Eddie!!” 

“I mean… no one said anything about sleeping with him” Bobby mumbles and Buck who’s been suspiciously quiet snorts and pushes Bobby’s shoulder. 

“You’re not supposed to be encouraging this!” You snap, stomping your foot “You guys freaking suck!” You storm away to the supply room to refill the truck with all fucking four of them singing “Eddie and Y/N sitting in a tree” behind you 

They leave you both alone for an hour at least as you angrily refill the truck, occasionally kicking the large tires and grumbling to yourself about how stupid they all are 

You do not like Eddie, and he’s definitely not super hot. He’s stupid, and pigheaded, and annoying. He’s tall, and smelly and- okay well that’s not true he actually smells really good. And well now that you’re thinking about it it’s not very nice to you know say he’s not at least cute. Because, yeah sure, you guess by, societal standards he may be slightly a teeny tiny bit attractive… 

“Fuck. No” You shake your head, pissed off. There’s absolutely no way you’re into that asshole or that he’s into you. This is the man who ruined your last four dates! He always had some stupid reason as to why you couldn’t make it, he even gave your last date the wrong directions to the firehouse to pick you up! 

No. No there’s no way you two could ever be interested in each other 

Eddie comes over to the truck and swings the door open before stepping inside. You look at the open door and sigh, okay, yeah it was a pretty low blow. 

You pull yourself up into the truck as Eddie sits down in his seat, going over his checklist. 

“Uh… hey” you stuff your hands in your back pockets 

“Hey” 

He doesn’t look up, barely even acknowledging you at all. He just keeps looking at his stupid list. 

“Can- um. Can we talk?” 

“Go ahead” He shrugs and you take the clipboard from his hands 

“I’m being serious Eddie!” 

He yanks it back from you, standing up. He towers over you, especially in this tiny ass space. 

“Don’t touch my shit” 

“It’s a clipboard!” You slam it against his chest and he stumbles back a little 

“It’s my clipboard so don’t fucking touch it!” 

“You know what- fuck this! I’m here trying to apologize to your bitchass and you can’t-“

“You’re what?” He stops arguing and looks at you, blinking slowly 

“I’m trying to apologize” You draw the words out and he holds the clipboard in both hands in front of him, looking down 

“Why?” 

You flinch a little because his tone is different now. It’s deeper, smoother maybe? There’s just this weird bass to it you’ve never really noticed before 

“Uh-“ you start, looking down at your hands “Well. It’s just-“ you fold them in front of you and take a deep breath before looking him in the eye. 

“The comment I made? About the whole girlfriend thing? That was low. I know how much that hurt you, the breakup- and like. That was so mean and-“

“I accept your apology,” He says quietly, a little smile on his face “I know how hard this is for you” 

You roll your eyes and push at his chest “Anddd you ruined it” he laughs and holds onto your hand and you gulp, blushing a little. Your fingers flex in his hand, feeling the hard chest underneath them and he looks at you, tightening the hold on your hand. 

“Do you have a ride to dinner? With the team? I uh- I know your cars in the shop. I’d like to offer a ride as an apology” 

This is the first time in your life Eddie Diaz has ever made you swoon. He bends down a little closer to your height, his cologne swirling in the closed air around you is starting to make you kinda dizzy. 

Dizzy??? Over Edmundo “The biggest fucking asshole” Diaz 

“I guess I accept your apology too…” you mumble, suddenly realizing just how close you’re both standing. You take a little step back, pulling your hand away. 

“Thanks. Six thirty work for you?” You clear your throat and go to leave the truck now, is it hot in here?? Why is it so freaking hot the AC is always blasting 

“Six thirty is fine,” He says as you hop out and turn back to him 

“Okay… uh- see ya??” You awkwardly salute him with two fingers and cringe inwardly as he snorts and does it back 

LaRue is a fancy-ass restaurant which is how you know Bobby and Athena definitely have something to announce and you’re hoping it’s good, this is more of a celebratory kind of place so you’re sure it is.

That just really leaves you with figuring out what to wear. 

You take your time in the shower, lathering yourself with your best soaps and making sure to avoid getting your hair wet. Once you’re out you put on your Spotify and start getting ready, laying out all your tools on the counter and lining up your hair products.

You’re just finishing straightening your hair and dramatically singing “Man! I feel like a woman!” (Buck's favorite song) when your doorbell rings. You click your phone to see it’s only 5:30, so it can’t be Eddie?? 

“What the-“ You unplug your straightener and bring it with you, a hot, blunt, instrument!! Perfect! And pad out to the front door, trying not to smudge your toenails. 

“Who is it?” You call through the door, raising your straightener 

“It’s me, Y/N” Eddie calls through the door and you blink blankly at the door 

“Why are you here??” You swing the door open and Eddie looks at your straightener, and then at you, standing in a silky red robe. His eyes roll over your figure as he bites his up, he’s shamelessly checking you out and you feel your body flush with a weird, needy, kind of heat. 

“Hello? Earth to Señor Pervert? You’re early. Like really early” You wave the straightener in front of his face and he looks back up at your face. 

“My power went out, nothin I can really do about it. So I didn’t think you’d mind if I got ready here. Didn’t you get my text?” 

Your mind flashes back to the little “ting!” noise you cursed out in your shower for interrupting “Let’s hear it for the boy” 

“Ohhh….. that- that was you…” you say and Eddie nods along with you as you step aside and let him in 

“Well I’m kind of in the middle of getting ready” you gesture to yourself as you lead him to the bathroom “But if you don’t mind sharing the space, I'm pretty sure I’ve got all the products, and tools you’ll need” 

“I brought some stuff… but yeah thanks” He follows you, watching the way your hips sway as you enter the bathroom. He smirks at your layout and you scoot some of it over to make room for him.

“Cute” He nods to your mostly pink setup up and you flick his arm before plugging in your curler. 

“You’re such a hoe” You roll your eyes as it heats up and turn your music back on. He snickers and sets out his stuff before turning on his razor. 

“I swear to god you better clean that up when you’re done” You point with your wand before starting to curl. 

“I’m a damn gentleman, of course, I’m going to clean up” He glares, before going back to concentrating on his face and you stick your tongue out. 

Things are starting to feel weirdly domestic, like incredibly domestic. You’re both humming along to the music, he curls the back of your hair that you can’t reach (he’d done it for his cousins a billion times) and you help make sure his sideburns are even. 

He grabs your mousse and sprays a little in his hand and you giggle as he runs it through his hair. 

“Oh shut. up.” He gives you a look and you stop putting on your eyeshadow, looking up from the mirror in your hand 

“It’s funny!!“ you whine and he turns to you, his hair perfectly in place. He’s so close to you, his face inches from yours. 

“There is absolutely nothing funny about using-“ 

One little piece of hair falls against his forehead, and you both look at it. You roll your eyes and go to push it back, your fingers card slowly through his hair and he leans into your touch, his eyelashes fluttering a little as he sighs quietly. 

“Mousse” he finishes his sentence, staring into your eyes and it’s like the air has been sucked right out of your lungs. 

When did Eddie Diaz become this… gorgeous 

“You’re blushing” He raises an eyebrow and you blink stupidly at him 

“H-huh?” 

“I said” He whispers, you can feel his breath fanning across your face he’s so close “You’re blushing” 

“Of course I am” Your voice is so quiet, it shakes a little as you speak “I’m wearing blush” you explain. 

“Nuh huh” He taps the closed container on your counter “Didn’t put it on yet, haven’t even put on any highlighter” 

“You know a lot about makeup” 

“I have all female family members” 

“Oh” 

His eyes flick down at your lips, and then back at your pretty doe eyes like he’s asking something, something that’s really… really starting to freak you out. 

When the fuck did you develop a crush on this testosterone tower 

Your phone starts ringing and the spell is broken, you jump back and Eddie stands tall again, reaching over to turn off your alarm. His gaze lingers on it for a moment before turning back to you 

“Apparently you’re supposed to be putting on your dress right about now” 

“Well since you’re here I guess I have a little extra time” You shrug and snatch your mirror from the counter and go back to your makeup. He tosses his stuff back in his bag and leans against the doorway 

“I’m gonna change then? If that’s cool with you” 

“Yeah no that’s- so cool. Way cool, ultra cool” You stumble over your words and Eddie laughs, letting his head fall back as he leaves the bathroom and shuts the door. 

What the hell is going on?! If it wasn’t so perfect you’d pull at your hair and like bash your head into the mirror you don’t know it’s just weird okay. It’s just weird to be feeling these super weird things okay, especially the ache between your thighs. That you’re painfully ignoring. 

After putting on the finishing touches and setting your makeup you turn to the bag hanging from your bathroom door and unzip it. You’d gotten the floor-length champagne-colored dress for your cousin's wedding, and it was definitely fancy enough to wear here. The dress has two high slits going up to the top of your hips and you’re actually incredibly grateful this place has tablecloths. You fix the spaghetti straps and adjust the top to cover up the tape you’d used instead of wearing a bra. With everything in position, you spray your perfume and crack open the door. 

“Hey, can I come out? I need my shoes” 

“Yeah, I need help with my tie anyway if you can” He calls out and you shut off the lights, leaving the bathroom. 

Neither of you is prepared to see each other and that’s very apparent by the way you both freeze up, he’s never seen you look so… breathtaking. His eyes widen as he takes your dress in, those high slits making the front of his pants tighten. Which  just confirms everything he’d been thinking all afternoon since you’d apologized in the truck 

When the fuck did he develop a crush on the missing link 

“You-“ His voice falters a little “You look beautiful” 

You look down at your dress for a second and then back toward the bathroom “Uh- um. T-thanks? Thank you…. You um… you clean up pretty well too” You look at him again, his cheeks are as pink as your dress. You tiptoe over to your bed and grab your shoes, waving them. 

“Im gonna- I'm gonna put these on and like I can help with your tie in a second” 

“Let me help?” He rushes toward you, pushing you back gently onto the bed. He takes your shoes from you and gets on one knee, taking your leg in his hands. His hands run down your smooth calf and around your ankle before slipping your shoe onto your foot and tying it back up your leg in a pretty little bow. He marvels at the way your skin sparkles in the light of the sun coming in through your windows courtesy of the shimmering oil you’d put on. 

“Eddie I- I can do it my-“ 

You feel his lips on your other leg, kissing softly, slowly up your leg as he slips your shoe on, your breath hitches in your throat as he looks up at you, his hands creeping further up your leg and over your bare thigh. 

“What are you doing?” You bite your lip and he kisses your knee before placing his chin on it 

“Dunno, just couldn’t help myself” He admits, looking up at you like a lost puppy. You can feel your resolve melting as you lean forward and smooth his hair back. 

“You needed help with your tie?” 

You scoot forward off the bed and he moves back a bit, as you stand up. His hands go to your hips, holding you in front of him as he’s on his knees. 

“This feels weird,” you tell him and his grip loosens 

“Shit. Shit I’m sorry that was so forward I didn’t mean-“ He’s getting up and you push his shoulders back down because you like him on his knees 

“Wait no! That’s not what I meant!!” You put his hands back on your hips and tilt his chin up 

“Okay well, it’s sort of what I meant… I just- you’re really freaking hot” 

Eddie chuckles and brings you forward by your waist, resting his head on your torso 

“Yeah so are you. Who knew you’d be so pretty under all the death stares and bitchy comments” 

“Who knew you’d be so sexy under all the bad attitudes and general stupidity” You grin widely and allow him to stand up now, he gives you a look and puts his tie in your hand

“Oh teehee you’re so funny” He rolls his eyes and you giggle, putting the tie around his neck 

“You started it” 

“Mhm, and I bet you wanna end it huh?” He pulls you against him as you finish tying it and setting it straight. 

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty” He murmurs in your ear as you clasp your hands behind his neck and he leans forward, nuzzling his nose in your neck and toying with your necklace. 

“You really thi-“ Your sentence is cut off by your phone ringing again, you groan and try to let go of Eddie but he just holds your waist tighter grabs your phone for you, and holds it up to your ear.

“Hey Buck what’s up?” 

Your hand takes the phone and he wraps his arms back around you properly. Eddie is clingy apparently. Which doesn’t surprise you with his stupid “I’m not touching you” game 

“Uhhh yeah, I'm sure it’s fine. Okay, we’ll see you soon!” You hang up and Eddie takes the phone from you and slides it into his pocket 

“What does he want?” You feel him nibbling your ear and you giggle, pulling him closer for once 

“He needs a ride, solely because he’s lazy and doesn’t feel like driving tonight. He said it’s better for the environment.” 

“He just wants me to be the designated driver” He rolls his eyes, finally pulling away. His eyes linger on your lips for a moment, he hasn’t kissed you yet and it’s driving you slightly crazy. 

“I guess we have to go get him” He sighs, and takes your hand, pulling you with him out of your bedroom. The click of your heels as you follow behind is oddly erotic to him, he helps you put on your little coat and hands you your purse before opening the door for you. 

“Ladies first,” He says and you walk past him, floating on a cloud of your perfume. 

“Really? Because last time you said it was Lizard people first” You snicker as he opens the truck door for you and helps you in, you cross one leg over the other as he gets in on his side and goes to buckle up. His eyes are practically glued to your thighs and you smirk leaning against the center console with your chin in your hand. 

“See somethin' ya like?” 

Apparently yes, because the next thing you know his lips are pressed to yours. He kisses you slowly, you look so goddamn adorable when you’re blushing like this. He deepens the kiss a little, his tongue licking at your lower lip as he draws you closer to him, like he wants you in his lap and admittedly that seems like a very… very nice place to be 

He pulls away and chuckles when you chase him, pecking his lips again 

“Do we really have to go tonight?” You mumble and he boops your nose 

“Yeah kinda. You want everyone to know we stayed at your place? What would they think of us?” 

You look at him, crinkling your nose “Yeah I guess… and there’s no way we’re telling anyone about this right?”

“Oh fuck no. They’d never let us live it down.” He pulls out of the driveway and holds his hand out to you 

“Which admittedly brings us to that very awkward “what are we?” Thing” 

You take his hand and hold it in your lap, tracing the back of it and drawing little shapes 

“Well- and just listen. Would it be so much of a leap… to be like I don’t know…boyfriend girlfriend? It’s not like we don’t know each other… disgustingly well already”

“24-hour shifts man” Eddie sighs and you snicker, leaning your head against his shoulder 

“Literally. Like that one time, I walked in on you taking a colossal-“

“If you finish that sentence I swear to god I will hit the ejection seat button” 

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you really had one though like”

“Do you want to find out?” 

You roll your eyes but keep quiet anyway and he chuckles, holding your hand tighter.

“So we’re just gonna jump to being together huh? Not even gonna take me to dinner first?” 

You snort and lay your head against the headrest, looking over at him 

“You want me to take you on a date Princess?” You tease and he raises his eyebrow at you for a moment before looking back at the road 

“Damn right, I do. Want the whole enchilada baby girl. Including drinks at your place afterward” 

“So your tipsy ass will have to sleep over?” You laugh and he grins 

“Hell yeah! Better put me in one of your T-shirts too” 

“Fucking bet my man, I will woo your ass” You poke his arm as he pulls up to Buck's place and texts him to come down 

“Saturday?” 

“Saturday” you agree with a wink. 

Before Buck comes down to the car Eddie hooks his finger under your chin, pulling you in to kiss you again. He smiles a little, pecking your lips softly again when you giggle. 

“I can’t wait… but I hope you know teasing you is about to be a whole lot different” He makes his point as he trails his fingertips over your shoulder and down your arm sending a shiver down your spine. 

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean” You whisper against his lips and he smirks, moving his hand to your exposed thigh now, squeezing gently. 

“Oh you’re gonna find out tonight sweetheart” 

He pulls away just in time for Buck to come out, he gives you two a weird look, you’re in the front seat and not killing each other. 

“Hey thanks for getting me,” Buck says as he closes the door and buckles in behind you. 

“You owe me” 

“Why doesn’t she owe you!” Buck points at you childishly and Eddie smirks 

“I don’t take payment from sewer rats. She’s suffering enough” 

Your mouth drops open and you punch his arm “Sewer rat?! I look like a damn goddess right now!”

“Goddess of sewer rats maybe” he mumbles and you reach over and shut the truck off and throw the key at his feet so he’d have to get out to reach it. 

“Ahhh…There’s my best friends” Buck laughs as Eddie throws his door open, grumbling and you two go back to normal. 

Once you get to the restaurant, Buck opens the door for you and helps you out, letting out a low whistle. 

“Jesus Y/N, you tryin’ to make me fall in love?” He laughs as you do a little spin for him and toss your hair over your shoulder 

“What this old thing?” You joke as he holds out his arm, Eddie gives you a look as you take it and you feel goosebumps trail up your arms at the way his eyes darken possessively. You swear to god you’re gonna jump that man before the night is over. 

The man at the front leads you three over to the table, and you seem to be the last ones to arrive. You wave at them and do another cute little spin as they ooh and aww at you. 

“Yassss Queen!” Chimney says, high-fiving you while Eddie pulls your chair out (Athena does not miss that) and you sit down in it. You look up at him for a split second (Bobby doesn’t miss that) and he sits down next to you as Buck sits on the other side. 

“Doesn’t she look amazing!” He practically fawns over you and you giggle

“Maybe you’ll be my plus one” he winks and suddenly you feel Eddie’s hand on your knee 

“Y-yeah!” You laugh nervously, “Maybe!” 

Everyone is laughing and talking but you’re way too distracted, taking a sip of your wine as you feel his hand softly rubbing your thigh, his fingers creeping higher and higher, feeling the soft skin of your inner thighs. 

You don’t even know how he’s doing it, keeping a straight face while laughing at something Hen said and dragging his fingers lazy on the inside of your thighs. You feel his fingers brush over your panties and you jolt a little, glancing at him for a second before going back over to whatever story Maddie is telling everyone. 

He just keeps teasing you, gently brushing his fingers over them. You can see the little smirk he has from the corner of your eye and you wish you could just slap it off. It’s not until the waiter comes to take all of your orders that you feel his fingers sink inside you, the second the man gets to you, holding his pen and paper with a polite smile on his face while Eddie pumps his long fingers in and out slowly. 

“Miss?” He asks again, and Buck nudges your shoulder. 

“Hurry up before I forget mine” he snickers and your mouth gapes open, still nothing coming out. 

“I- uh- I’ll-“ 

“Like you’re not going to be a basic bitch and order your chicken Alfredo” Eddie pinches your clit and you snap your mouth shut to keep from moaning right there. 

“No calling people basic bitches at the dinner table Eddie” Bobby scolds him and Buck snorts before slapping his hand over his mouth. 

“Sorry,” He says in a singsong voice and makes a little face and the waiter moves onto Buck now. 

“I’m surprised you’re not ripping him apart right now” Hen chuckles and Eddie speeds up, his fingers working your clit faster as they all start talking again, you start to squirm against him some, gripping the edge of the table. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Buck leans over, whispering quietly, draping his arm over the back of your chair. Eddie’s fingers freeze for a second and you nod slowly. 

“I-I’m great, just- just peachy!” 

“Are you sure?” He looks so worried, his hand starts gently rubbing your arm and Eddie starts his assault again, his fingers dipping deeper inside you again and moving against that spongy spot in fast little strokes. You squeeze your thighs together, moving your hips subtly. You turn your head to look at Eddie and he looks down at you, and then over at Buck. 

He wants you to tell him. 

“I-I’m- it’s just-“ Your voice is so quiet, your words shaky and weak 

“You wanna go get some fresh air?” He scoots his chair back and goes to move yours but you put your hands on his arm, gripping it tightly as your orgasm washes over you, your eyes shut tight as Eddie works your clit faster, and you have no freaking clue how no one else can tell what’s going on 

Well… no one except Buck. Who’s mouth drops wide open as he realizes what’s happening to you right now, even if he’s not sure how it’s happening 

Eddie eases his hand from your soaked folds and wipes it on your inner thigh before putting his hands back in his lap like nothing happened. He grins at you widely as Buck helps you up

“Everything okay?” Bobby asks, sipping his wine and all attention is now on you as you hold onto Buck's arms, your legs a little wobbly 

“Yeah, everything okay?” Eddie has the biggest shit-eating grin and you glare at him 

“We’re just gonna get some fresh air” Buck holds you to him “I think she just had a little too much to drink”

“Why doesn’t it surprise me that you’re a lightweight?” Eddie says over his glass and your mouth drops open 

“You little-“

“Come on” Buck rolls his eyes as he pulls you outside with him. He helps you over to a pretty white bench and you both sit down. 

“So…. What the fuck” Buck turns to you and you let your head fall back, pinching the bridge of your nose 

“Can you keep a secret?” 

“Fuck no” 

“That’s what I thought” You look at him and he whines, running his hands over his face. 

“Okay. Okay this one yeah, I promise I can do this” 

“Eddie was fingering me under the table we just got together this evening before we came and got you and I want to rip his hair out” 

You say it as fast as you can, your hands gripping the front of his shirt as you shake him slowly. It doesn’t matter though because he’s literally not even moving, he’s completely short-circuiting as he stares into the distance 

“Buck? Earth to Buck” You wave your hand in front of him and he blinks slowly 

“Do you mean to tell me-“ Buck speaks slowly “You and Eddie are finally fucking dating”

“You can’t tell anyone!!” You say putting your hands over his mouth “Eddie is the bane of my fucking existence!!! No one would ever let us live it down!!” 

“Firemgodldckingreson!!!!” Buck yells into your hands and you tilt your head 

“Huh?”

He shoves your hands away and throws his in the air “I said For good fucking reason!!! You two are crazy! You guys have never liked each other ever! Eddie literally came to me like three weeks ago losing his mind over the fact he had a big ass crush on you and-“ 

“He did what?!” You get up from the bench and Buck slaps his hands over his mouth 

“Nothing!! He did nothing it’s nothing! I don’t know what I’m talking about!!!” 

You push past him and go right back into the restaurant. Buck is hot on your heels begging you to not say anything and he totally said it wrong but you’re not listening. 

You get back to the table and everyone stops talking to look at you 

“You’ve liked me for three weeks?!” 

Eddie drops his fork on his plate and groans “Buck!!”

“She cornered me!!!” He whines and you whirl around on him 

“I did not!!” 

“Can you three maybe take this outside??” Athena hisses and Hen puts her hand on her arm 

“No no. Let them cook” 

Eddie stands up now and Buck sits down fast, hiding behind his napkin and trying to avoid being murdered by his best friends. 

“No. I have not liked you for three weeks” He says, taking your hands 

“Oh shit” Chimney whispers and Maddie slaps his arm 

“I’ve liked you for longer than that” 

The entire restaurant literally gasps, which is an exaggeration. Because Steven, the host was in the bathroom. 

“Y-you’ve what?!” You splutter and Eddie runs his hands over his face 

“I’ve liked you for a long fucking time Y/N. And whilst I wasn’t going to tell you tonight-“ he glares at Buck “I- I know I’ve been no better than a schoolboy tugging on your braids-“

“Neither has she” Bobby mutters and Athena glares at him 

“But like. Shit, I really do like you okay? And I- I don’t mind” his voice lowers “I don’t… mind telling them about-“ he takes your hand again, stepping closer 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You mumble and he shrugs 

“I thought you hated me” 

“You wanna tell him or should we?” Athena gestures between her and Hen and you let your head smack against Eddie’s chest 

“IrrealjylIkwdypauto”

“Gonna have to speak up sweetheart” Eddie snickers, tilting your head up with his fingers. 

“I really liked you too and I don’t mind telling everyone we’re dating,” you say clearly, whispering it to him. 

“Hey! Hey propose for a free dessert” Buck hisses, shoving a ring into Eddie’s hand.

“I’m not gonna-“

“They have chocolate lava cake”

Eddie gets on one knee, kissing your hand and you nearly crumble to the floor laughing. 

“Y/N Alicia Maria Vanessa Nash. Will you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?” 

The entire restaurant holds their breath… and this time it really is! Steven is back!

“I-“ You sniffle, making yourself cry and shake your head fast “Yes!!! Oh god, Eddie yes!!!” 

He stands up and scoops you up in his arms, spinning you around and kissing you and everyone claps for you as you sit back down. 

“I get half the cake right”

“Oh definitely” 

“You watch that ring with your life” Athena points at you and you wiggle your fingers. 

“Will do boss” You grin as Eddie holds a forkful of lava cake to your mouth