#(it didn't change it in a bad way- he's gonna confess)

[squoxle]

[11] YOU’RE MINE ~ K. HJ

jealous!fwb!hongjoong x drunk!fwb!reader

plot: jealous after seeing another guy flirt with you, hongjoong, makes it his business to claim you as his... | wc: 2.4k | cw: minor angst, drunk sex, smut,

To describe your relationship with Hongjoong, plainly, the best description would be that you hate each other but you love fucking each other and outside of that there isn’t really anything else.

That might sound terrible, but that was the glue to your situationship that started after he experienced a rough break up.

Though, you had developed feelings for him, you buried them within the depths of your soul to keep from getting hurt. He never showed any interest in commitment and you wouldn’t dare make a fool of yourself by confessing your feelings for him like an idiot.

Either way, you always felt confused when he would show signs of possessiveness. Anytime you’d start talking about a guy you found attractive or when some stranger would hit on you, there he was, giving you a smug look.

He'd stir up a storm, changing the topic or ripping you away from the situation like a jealous boyfriend only to remind you later that, “This is all just for fun, y’know that, right?”

Hearing that hurt more than you dared to admit. In the beginning, it wasn’t so bad, but after almost 4 months of this emotional torture, you’d had enough. Tonight was his chance to prove to you if he was serious or not.

It was Friday night, the end of the week, and the perfect time to stay out all night clubbing. You made sure to wear the skimpiest, sexiest, black mini dress that was almost too high. You slipped into a pair of heels you planned on kicking off for the first guy to sweep you off your feet.

Even though you showed up alone, you knew that's not how you'd be leaving. Whether it was Hongjoong or a random stranger, after tonight, you would know for sure what it was that he wanted. No more confusion, no more questions.

You took an Uber to the club for two reasons. One, you didn't feel like driving, and two, you didn't want to leave your car outside at a club overnight. You walked inside, not surprised to see Hongjoong raving at the bar, taking shots from some random girl's tits.

You rolled your eyes as he didn't even notice you walking in. You walked to an empty table, scoping out the dance floor. It wasn't long before you ordered yourself a small glass of water, just something to sip on before you got ready to break a sweat.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing sitting here all by yourself?" you looked up from your drink to see a handsome stranger. He was definitely taller than Hongjoong but looked around the same age.

You could smell the liquor on his lips as he hung over you. You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear as you lazily stirred your drink with the opposite hand.

"You're more than welcome to sit down with me if you like," you smirked as he matched your expression. "I'd love the company."

"I'd rather see you out there on the dance floor," he leaned closer, whispering in your ear as the loud music surrounded the two of you. "Dancing right next to me."

"Hmm, I don't know," you hummed.

"What? Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

"Maybe I do," you raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe I don't," you tilted your head to the side. "I don't think you care either way," you smiled.

"Sooo, is that a yes?" he chuckled nervously.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Let's dance," you grabbed his hand as he led onto the dance floor. Strobe lights flickered around you. The smell of sweat, liquor, and ecstasy filled the air as he turned your body away from him.

You grinded against him as he held his hands on your hips. You swayed left and right as you felt his breath on your neck. You raised your arm to wrap around his head as his lips left soft kisses on ur shoulder.

Though you enjoyed the thrill of new people, you desperately craved Hongjoong’s heart. You wanted him to want you as bad as you wanted him.

“Hey! I’m gonna go get a drink,” you shouted over the thumping club music.

“Okay! I’ll come with you,” he hollered back, grabbing your hand as you weaved through the crowd of entranced intoxicated bodies.

“Hello~” the bartender hummed as he whipped in front of you. “What can I get for you two tonight?”

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” the guy smiled.

“Alrighty,” the bartender nodded. “What’ll it be for you, Miss?”

“I’ll take an espresso martini with an extra shot of simple syrup,” you smiled. “I like it sweet.”

“Okie dokie, and is there anything else I can get for you tonight?”

“No, that’s all. I just need a little picker-upper,” you reached into your mini bag to pull out your phone.

“Oh no, I’ll pay,” the stranger smiled as he handed the bartender a $50. “Keep the change,” he nodded.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you smirked.

“I know, but I wanted to,” he sat next to you as the bartender worked on your drink behind the counter.

“Okay, well now I feel like I should get to know a little more about you. How about you tell me your name, that way I don’t come up with one for you.”

“Come up with one for me? What do you mean?”

“Like a nickname.”

“Hmm, what if I like the nickname you give me,” he smirked.

“You want me to call you Fifty?”

“Huh? Why hold you call me that?”

“Because who in the hell would drop fifty dollars on two cheap ass martinis?”

“Hey, these may be cheap, but they’re delicious. Especially when I make them,” the bartender smiled placing your drinks on the counter in front of you. “I even added some extra cold foam.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his remark. “Well I’ll have to see for myself,” you smiled, taking a sip of the cool caffeinated drink.

“How is it,” he asked, clenching his teeth into a nervous smile. You could tell he was anticipating your response so you decided to tease him a bit.

You paused for a moment, clicking your tongue before glancing down at your drink. You licked your lips where you felt the foam stop and looked up at the barista. “You’re right, it’s very good. Probably the best I've ever had," you smiled.

"Definitely, the best you've ever had," Fifty winked as you sipped from your drink again.

"I'm glad you like it," the barista tapped the bar before standing up straight. "As much as I'd love to stay over here with you guys, I'm the only guy staffed tonight and i have some rather unpleasant guests requesting my services," you looked over to see the rowdy bunch he was referring to before Fifty blocked your view.

"We should hang out more often. You seem like an amazing person. And you have great taste," he extended his glass in your direction, waiting for you to clink your glasses together.

"You're not too bad yourself," you smirked before tipping the glass to your lips.

You lowered the glass, fixating your gaze on your unexpected date after taking a sip, only to be met by Fifty’s thumb, gently swiping the top of your lip.

You felt your face warming up as he locked eyes with you. Not a moment passed before he pulled you in for a kiss. You hummed as you felt his tongue wrap around yours. The kiss was wild and sexy, you could feel the desire all over him as he held your face in one hand and explored your body with the other.

You were overwhelmed with feelings of ecstasy. Nothing could stop you from going all the way in this moment. Surprisingly, Fifty had managed to take your mind completely off Hongjoong, your whole reason for getting things started with him anyway. That was until, he rudely reminded you of his existence.

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?!” Hongjoong shouted, pushing Fifty off of you and pulling you behind him.

“Sorry, but who are you?” Fifty asked. You could tell he was irritated, but he didn’t want to make a scene.

“I’m her boyfriend, Asshole!”

“Look buddy, I thought she was single, I never would’ve made a move on her otherwise,” he walked forward and placed his hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“Go fuck yourself,” Hongjoong spat, shrugging his hand away. As badly as you wanted to bring up the girl from earlier, you could tell that he was already pretty upset and you didn’t want to add to the fire.

This is what you wanted, isn’t it?

Hongjoong wrapped his arm around you as he guided you to the back of the club. You mouthed the words “sorry” to Fifty as you left him behind. Surprisingly, the look he gave you was more comforting than you expected. He shrugged slightly mouthing “it’s okay” as you trailed out of sight.

He brought you into a dimly lit single-stall bathroom and locked the door behind you. He pressed you up against the door immediately after he twisted the lock. He grabbed your wrists, pulling them together before lifting them above your head.

There was something about this position that made you feel completely vulnerable to him. When he held you this way, everything was exposed to him, and his tight grip reminded you just how much control he had in this moment.

"What were you trying to do out there, huh?" he asked, leaning close to your neck, clamping down on the soft flesh as you whined from the sensation of his teeth digging into your skin.

"Ah-I-" you struggled to form a coherent sentence as he sucked on your neck, gripping your tit in his free hand.

"Were you trying to make me jealous?" his question hung in the air for a bit. "Because it definitely worked," he smirked, pulling your dress up over your tits. He left marks all over your tits as he toyed with your wet core. You squirmed as he stimulated your clit, he was definitely enjoying marking up your entire upper body, but you could tell that he wanted more.

He released his grip on your wrists before dropping to his knees. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder after ripping your panties off. You moaned as he closed his lips around your pussy. You felt his tongue inching its way into you as he rubbed his thumb against your clit.

He wasn't there for long, though. He gave you just enough to get you started. He stood to his feet again, unbuckling his pants as he kissed you. You kept yourself busy, inserting two fingers into yourself, humming as he pushed his tongue past your lips.

"I'm gonna make sure you don't forget who you belong to," he whispered before lifting one of your legs. You gasped as you felt his stretching you open. You looked down to see his length gliding into you before he covers your mouth.

You let out a muffled groan as he bit your neck, gripping your ass as he pumped into you. You'd had rough sex with him before, but this was unlike any other time. You panted as he moved his hand away from your mouth, readjusting his grip on your body as he fucked you.

You combed your fingers through his hair, pulling it back to see his face as he fucked your sloppy cunt. He caught your sleazy gaze, taking a slight breath before lifting you completely off your feet.

You gasped as you felt yourself inch slightly down the door. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pressed your body against the door. Your body trembled as he fucked you faster in this position, and with your legs up like this, your pussy was tighter than usual.

You couldn't control the moans that escaped your lips as you felt your walls flexing around him. "That's it baby," he hummed as you were nearing your climax. "I wanna get you off right before I fill you up," he smirked.

"Wait, but," you choked on your words as he slammed into you. "You're not wearing a condom," you winced as he began to suck on your neck, clamping down hard enough to leave teeth marks.

"I know," he smiled, kissing the spot where his teeth were. "Don't worry. I'm just gonna make sure you're mine," he hummed, slipping one of his hands between your legs to stimulate your clit as you came all over him.

Your legs were still shaking as he filled you with his cum. Surprisingly, it was so much that it dripped out of you as you clung to him. He let you down slowly, one leg at a time, as you found your balance. He softly patted your head before kissing your cheek.

"I wish I could've came inside of your pretty mouth," he smirked, gliding his thumb across your bottom lip as he gently held your chin.

You were speechless. Not a word came to your mind, and not a word came out of your mouth. You blindly reached down to wipe the trail of cum from your thigh before looking back up at him.

He took your two fingers and put them into your mouth. "I guess that'll have to work," he chuckled.

As you were leaving the bar with Hongjoong you felt something graze your arm. You looked back to see Fifty handing you your handbag. "Wouldn't wanna forget this," he smiled warmly.

For a second it felt like time had stopped. You couldn’t believe that he was still here. Still waiting. For you…

You quickly nodded in his direction, careful not to draw too much attention to yourself. You didn’t want Hongjoong getting all riled up again.

Time started ticking again, and you became aware of the blaring music that surrounded you. His words replayed in your head. The way his voice was so gentle. He was so different from the rowdy, bad boy, douchebag you had come accustomed to.

“Would wanna forget this,” you heard again…

He was right...everything was in that little bag. Your phone, your lipgloss, your ID, your money, and one more thing that you didn't find until you made it home...

His phone number...

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[yanderefarm]

Can I request Emil catching one of his maids flirting with us

yandere king emil

cw;; violence, stalking, yandere stuff, manipulation

im gonna post this bc i don't think its bad per-say but i don't know if it fits exactly what you wanted. if you're not satisfied feel free to send your request again!!

i don't really imagine this as the reader being oblivious but more like looking past all the obvious red flags because they thought they had a friend who could understand them better than the other people around them including emil.

also im a whore for rofan manhwa bullshit. please check off "cartoonishly evil maid/noble woman minor love rival" on your bingo cards.

usually emil wouldn't feel threatened by the lower class, obviously you wouldn't be interested in them. except you are.

he notices it first when she comes into your shared bedroom in the morning. she's not the usual maid and the way she goes about pouring the morning tea is atrocious, probably because her eyes are glued to your half dressed body. you smile at her and thank her even though she spilled some of your tea with her gawking. when emil mentions dismissing her for her unacceptable behavior you just brush it off saying she was just nervous.

apparently that day the normal maid was sick. and she's still sick a week later. you're currently in the garden trying your hand at some embroidery but you're not very good at it. emil watches from his office window as that maid comes up and offers to help you. you are too excited to accept her help, can't you see she just wants something from you? he finds himself hoping she accidentally pricks you with the needle so he can have a good excuse to kill her. she didn't.

then there's the bath incident. usually he likes taking baths together but you wanted to be alone. that would be fine if he hadn't just watched that annoying maid slip into the bath room. he finds himself following her. the bath room is full of steam as you soak in the hot water making it hard for emil to see anything exactly. but he'd recognize your relaxed form anywhere. the maid steps through the thick steam and asks if you want her to apply some new oils to your hair. its something she found at a market and its supposed to be relaxing lavender. its technically her job to do these tasks so emil can only watch in frustrated silence as she gets to run her fingers through your hair. you smell like her for the rest of the night and god it makes him angry.

every time he sees you with her his stomach twists in anger. he can't be angry with you, you're a kind person and you've proven it time and time again. but this maid. she doesn't deserve your kindness, she doesn't deserve to gently touch your arm, she doesn't deserve to laugh with you. he's asked you what you think of her and you tell him it's so nice to have a friend and how apparently she was born in your home kingdom before moving here. it makes him want to kill her even more. but he holds back because you're just so happy.

finally she goes too far. you're outside excitedly talking to her about a new book you read. you showed him that one too but he didn't share your excitement for the story. not like she was. he wanted to run over there, to run her through with his sword. but he couldn't stop it. he watched helplessly as she touched your arm again and with a blushing face she shyly confessed her feelings. he watched her try to kiss you. he watched the way your face changed from shock to horror. your eyes darted around until they landed on him, you always knew he was nearby if you needed him.

apparently she'd lied about being from your home country to get closer to you. apparently she'd learned your native tongue at another job and used it to manipulate you. apparently she heard a rumor that you would take concubines and she saw it as her chance to climb the ranks. emil was standing behind her, his blade through her chest and his eyes dark with anger. you stood there with tears in your eyes looking at him with so much hurt.

emil isn't lenient with maids that flirt with you anymore. they get a warning from the head maid and if they continue the behavior then emil reserves the right to punish as he sees fit. its not always violent, sometimes he just sentences them to jail for 10 years.

[sturnlsstuff]

PANCAKES | chris sturniolo

in which you made your boyfriend pancakes, later finding out he doesn't like them.

fluff, no warnings, based on this request !!

you've never felt more stupid in your life than when you found out from the new triplets' Q&A video, that Chris doesn't like pancakes. which was ridiculous, you made him chocolate chip pancakes three weeks ago while visiting him and he didn't say a word.

you just found out about it while watching their video on your flight to los angeles for your second visit. wondering how you didn't notice it, but how were you supposed to, when he ate the pancakes with a smile on his face and gave you a kiss on the forehead, telling you how yummy it was? but you still felt bad, you've been in a long distance relationship with chris for almost two months now, thinking that you already knew him better than that, but clearly not.

having spent the entire day at the triplets' place with chris, it was finally evening and you both got hungry. you were now in the kitchen wondering what you wanted to eat, when you decided to see if he would lie to you again.

"i can make the chocolate chip pancakes if you want... y'know the ones i made the last time i visited you," you say, leaning against the counter and watching him closely, seeing how he pauses for a second, but then turns to you with a smile on his face. now you knew it was a fake smile.

"sounds so good, ma, but maybe we could eat some pizza?" he swallows, trying to sound casual and turns back to you, clearly avoiding your gaze and he grabs a can of pepsi from the fridge. "s'late anyway, maybe you could do the pancakes tomorrow morning, hm?"

narrowing your eyes, this time you can clearly see that he doesn't like these fucking pancakes. makes you wonder how you could be so stupid, not to notice what your own boyfriend likes or dislikes.

"i kinda feel like eating pancakes though," you say only to see if he's gonna finally say the truth or not. chris looks back at you, the wheels in his head racing, trying to think of any reason not to make these pancakes. he felt bad really, but he just loved you so much, he was ready to eat something he doesn't like again so as not to make you upset.

"a'ight, fine." he nods, taking a sip of his soda before putting it down and already starting to look for ingredients. "whatever y'want, baby."

the little smile he gave you, the way he was ready to actually do it, makes your heart race. it was a little thing, but the fact he'd actually force himself to eat something he dislikes and not say a thing, was making you feel bad for him and at the same time love him even more.

"chris." you say bluntly, walking closer and taking the bowl from his hands onto the counter, causing his attention come back to you. "why are you doing this?"

"what?" a frown appears between his eyebrows as he looks down at you, his blue eyes intense, "'cause we're hungry? and you wan' pancakes—"

"no, not that." you sigh and confront him, "i mean, you don't even like pancakes, so why do you wanna make them with me anyway?"

"huh?" he immediately starts denying it, "that's not... what are ya talkin' about--?"

"i watched the new video." you confess, seeing how his expressions changes from confusion to understanding and then guilt. seeing him want to interrupt, you shake your head and continue, "why didn't you tell me that you don't like pancakes? i made them for you and you just ate them, not saying a simple word—"

"it's not..."

"...you could just tell me, i would make something else! it was enough to say that you're not a big fan of them and it's fine, i would immediately..." chris tries to cut off your yap, but you just keep going, "... and then i'm looking on tiktok, realizing even your own fans know, but not me when i'm supposed to be your girlfriend, which means i don't know you at all, which means i'm a terrible girlfriend and i feel stupid and i'm awful and—"

the feeling of his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips pressing against yours, shut you up. you hum in response as he kisses you, your hands fall to either side of your body. a few seconds later he pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes and raising his eyebrows, "you done?"

you just pout, still feeling awful, while chris continues cupping your cheeks. "call y'self a bad girlfriend again and i'll fight you," he says sarcastically, but then adds more seriously, "s'just pancakes. and yours were really fuckin' delish, so stop callin' y'self awful."

"but you don't like pancakes..."

"yeah, i don't, but..."

"so why didn't you just tell me?!"

chris sighs, now feeling guilty that you found out the way you did, causing you to feel bad of yourself. "what, was i supposed to break your heart and not eat the food y'made f'me, when you were so excited?"

"chris, i'm a big girl, i would survive it." you roll your eyes, "i wouldn't wanna force you to eat something you don't like. especially lying to me that it was good—"

"hey." he cuts you off, "relax. i didn't lie, it was in fact really yummy."

giving him a glare, you mutter, "now you're just saying that to make me feel better..."

"no." he shakes his head, "m'sayin' that 'cause it's true. i don't like pancakes, but you did a great job. end of story."

he steps back, while you keep pouting. you wanted to believe him, but he probably wouldn't even tell you if the pancakes were awful, so as not to upset you.

chris sees that you're still unsure, so he speaks up again, before taking a sip of his pepsi, "listen, baby, i'd tell ya, yeah? at some point... but that was your first visit here, you took time to make me breakfast 'n you were so happy. that's why i couldn't spit it out." he glares at you, "but i mean it when i say it was good. if i had to eat it again, i'd chose you to make 'em."

your face finally lights up with a little smile, which causes chris to grin as well, "there she is..."

"next time i wanna know from you if you don't like something. not from the internet. got it?" trying to look scary, you point your finger at him, but it only causes chris to chuckle.

"yes, ma'am."

"now gimme some eggs, i'll make waffles..." then you pause, giving him a suspicious stare, "you do like waffles?"

"yes. oh god, yes i do." his eyes sparkle when he opens the fridge and starts giving you the ingredients you need. "if y'make me some waffles, i'll actually take you out on a date tomorrow."

"perfect."

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[sulumuns-dootah]

How would the kings react when having a playful argument with the MC, MC suddenly says 'You're lucky I love you'?

Having a playful argument w/ the WHB kings

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"Prove it"

If you really mean it, then show him how much you do

He did rile you up, didn't he? He deserves a punishment for that

Hit him

Hit him as hard as you can

Hell, tap into his power and send him flying all the way to the other side of Hell

If you don't even try, he'll try to rile you up even more

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"I'm- I'm sorry, did I go overboard?"

The ever so gentle giant always wants to respect your boundaries in everything, but sometimes struggles to recognise them

He's quick to stop the playful argument and starts looking for a way to make it up to you

So now you have to reassure him that you're okay and he didn't do anything that bad

Doesn't really matter though

He'll still commission that statue of him kneeling before you

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"Obviously. That still doesn't matter that I'll treat you any different"

No fight or argument with Levi is fully playful

There's always that serious undertone to it

And yes, if you take it too far, he will hang you no futher question

Unless you can actually manage to spin it around and make him a blushing subby mess that's one second from cumming into his pants

It's hard to do, but ther reward may seem worth it, no?

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"Huhu, I know..."

On the other side of a coin, Beel never takes arguments seriously even if they are

I recommend not telling him this actually

If he realises that you're letting thing slide just because he's adorable and knows how to give good backshots, he'll start trying to see how far he can push his luck

And even telling him that he's gone too far wouldn't probably work anymore

He'll just do whatever he wants which is kinda terrifying now that It think about it

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"Oh? That's good"

I think I already did some arguing HC's and said that Belphie doesn't really argue so with the same spirit he'll just acknowledge your confession and continue to flatly state things

Though, thinking about it, Belphie does fit the memo of someone who would just laugh at you while you're spitting fire

So even during playful argument he would try to rile you as much as he can

"Hm? And what's that got to do with what we're talkin' 'bout?"

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"Aw, I love you too... But I'm still gonna fuck you like I don't."

You two might not even be arguing about anything spicy or anything

He just throws this thing your way and completely changes the mood of the situation

Though to be fair, all of your arguments, serious or palyful, always end with your legs in different area codes so his remark only speeds things up along

It's kinda hard to come up with good funny responses when all you can think of is that good action that'll come next

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"I know. I am lucky."

Instant end to your argument

How can you argue with him when he's so sweet

All you can only do now is to deflate and melt into his touch

It's okay tough, he didn't really get the point of playful fighting anyway

It mostly only reminds him of his Seraphim brothers constantly bickering about pointless things

So he prefers the quiet moments in life more

[thatdrunkarchon]

Two sides of the same coin. || Shadow Milk/Pure Vanilla relationship headcannons || SFW ||

Hi. Venti back from the dead here I'm mainly only posting because for once I'm actually not busy and my head is absolutely racing with ideas for these two I'm honestly probably gonna rework this acc and add a proper masterlist attached to my account but I'll cross that bridge when I get there

SM/PV x gender neutral!reader

How they took the confessions and how the relationship is currently going:

Shadow Milk

At first, if anything, Shadow Milk thought you were pathetic.

He's not really one to dabble in romance, plus, even if he were to fall for someone, he's pretty sure they'd end up dead at some point in time, anyways.

Most likely Aroace.

So hearing some small, random, puny cookie professing their love to him? God, was it such a laugh.

But, what a surprise, he'd actually accepted that offer.

So, now you two are dating. What does that entail exactly?

I'm so glad you didn't ask. He does absolutely nothing to show his 'love' for you. He's, in all honesty, mainly just using you for his own gain, sort of like Candy Apple cookie.

If he hasn't already killed you, later down the line is when he starts getting... possesive.

You're his most obedient toy after all. What good would you be if you were corrupted by those foolish heroes? Not like you weren't already corrupted like him, but it makes no difference.

Around maybe a few months of him acting like this is when he realizes that no, he's not just doing this for personal gain anymore.

For his lies that were once potent and firm started to blend uncontrollably with the truth- That he genuinely likes you.

At first he lies to himself, as expected. He's not sure how to feel about this realization, but he doesn't like it. Not one bit.

Suddenly he's catching himself wondering how you were doing when you weren't in his sight, asking you if you'd eaten that day, actually caring.

Of course, this doesn't change his attitude. He's still as cruel and silly as ever, just..

Maybe not as much to you.

He shows his affection in either little or grand ways, like giving you a puppet or two to mess around with, ranting about anything and everything to you, or making grand plays that make you two the stars of the show.

He's grown an indefinite soft spot for you and he hates it, but he can't deny it at all.

And god damnit, he can't say he minds either.

You've corrupted him, body and soul, but he can't find it in himself to care.

Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla, of course, is the exact opposite. But similar nonetheless.

He's honestly a little.. weirded out at first. Of course, he's had maybe one or two relationships, but none where the person was someone he barely talked to.

He's more on the panromantic side, he could care less about looks. And he can't say that the cookie in front of him wasn't dazzling, and he also could never say that he wasn't charmed by your bravery.

But, again, he still doesn't know you.

So, he politely refuses, making a small comment on how maybe if he got to know you better he'd think about it.

And to be honest, that might've been the best thing he'd ever said if he looks back on it, because holy Crispia, you certainly took his offer.

He'd spent the past few months falling head over heels for you, and that's an underexaggeration.

He often finds himself thinking about you so often it's probably deemed unhealthly.

He just can't help but feel a little bit bad when he's feeling possessive, you aren't even dating yet after all.

After a good few months, he's actually the one to re-confess. He'd been a little bit worried that what you felt for him was just a passing crush, but he's glad it's not.

Whenever he can, where ever he can, he absolutely loves lovebombing you.

Of course, he makes sure it's not overwhelming, but just kissing you all over, giving you little reminders of how much he loves you, practically worshipping you- It feels so right.

You might be the best thing to ever happen to him.

Would gladly rant about you to anyone who'd listen.

He also tends to micromanage, but not exactly in the way you'd think.

He wants dates to go absolutely perfectly- Even if it's not perfect, however, he knows you won't mind.

He hates it whenever you get bothered by something, so he tries to limit that, whether that be by going to another room with you because the people in the old room made you feel uncomfy, or throwing himself in front of you to take an attack you couldn't block.

This has caused a small number of arguements, but Pure Vanilla is a stubborn little guy. Most he'd do is parry the attack when he can, but no promises.

He'd rather die than have you harmed in any way, shape, or form.

Because he loves you, body and soul. You've influenced him in a way that he absolutely loves.

[currrentfixations]

green-eyed boy — park hu-min

based on this request! i decided to add a kiss bc i felt bad that i couldn't write smut but i hinted at it 😫

pairing: park hu-min (baku) x fem!reader

genre: sorta (not really) angsty but with a sweet resolution. also uni au bc i did not know how tf to include the union into this.

word count: 1.4k words

note: i lowkey dislike jealousy but like it at the same time 😭 (cause it's kinda hot tbh). also this is my third baku fic in a row sorry 😔

masterlist!

10:52pm

checking the time, you quietly punched in the code to your and humin's apartment. opening the door, you slid inside quickly, holding onto the handle until the last second to prevent it from slamming shut.

walking on your tiptoes, you entered the living room. switching on the lights, you noticed your boyfriend sitting on the couch.

"shit! you scared me" you said, clutching your chest. he wasn't supposed to be awake. humin had a strict routine — waking up at 6am, going to bed by 10pm — he wanted to make korea's national basketball team.

"where were you?" he asked. no hi, no sweet nicknames like baby or pretty. he was mad. you knew why he was mad, it wasn't because you had been out late, or because of what you were doing — it was because of who you had been with.

"hi baby, sorry i'm late. i had a club meeting remember?" you gently reminded him. humin had never been controlling. he was supportive, always. but there were certain things that once he'd made up his mind, he wouldn't budge.

"i know, i thought we'd agreed that you won't go". he didn't want you to go because of baekjin.

the three of you had been best friends during high school, until the end of 11th grade. humin and baekjin had a falling out. you knew why but you didn't want to push either of the boys, thinking they'd get over it. but they didn't, instead baekjin moved away and you ended up losing touch with him.

just before humin and baek-jin's falling out, humin had confessed to you. you reciprocated, and now had been dating for the past two years. when you started attending university, you had seen baekjin in your class and decided to rekindle your friendship with him. you had never taken it to heart that he didn't keep in touch with you.

"it doesn't look good if i don't go, i'm the vice-captain". you tried to reason with him. you had signed up to be a part of maths club without realising that baekjin had been the captain and due to your prior friendship and being in the club, you and baekjin had become closer.

"but it looks good when you have a boyfriend and you're fucking cuddling up to another man" he snapped.

"excuse me?" you were baffled. you had noticed the change in humins behaviour recently, it was like he was in a permanent state of irritation — irritation that ended up coming out on you.

"are you serious humin?", you were pissed. you knew what he was accusing you of. ever since baekjin came back into the picture, there had been multiple occasions where he had mentioned you liking baekjin in more than a friendly way.

"he is my friend, and he was your friend too".

"yeah? we were friends as well, look at where we are now" he huffed. deep down, humin knew he was wrong. knew that you wouldn't do that, that he was just being insecure.

"what.. you think i'm gonna do the things i do with you, with him?" humin looked up at you with a surprised expression. you had had enough, what was the problem? humin had girl friends as well, but you have never made it a problem because you trusted him.

"i don't—" he mumbled. you cut him off. "thank you for letting me know that you don't trust me, that you think i'd just throw away our relationship like that."

grabbing your bag off the floor, you walked towards your shared bedroom. as you entered the room, you shut the door behind you, locking it.

humin sat in the living room, with his head in his hands. when he first heard that you'd seen baekjin in class, all he could think about his friend's last words to him.

"i didn't think you'd react like this — watch out i'll take her from you when you least expect it".

how was he supposed to tell you that you were the reason behind their falling out? it would break your heart.

humin was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the bedroom door lock click. you unlocked the door, an unspoken invitation for humin to come inside.

switching the living rooms lights off, he entered the bedroom. you sat on the bed wearing his t-shirt, with your back facing the door.

climbing onto the bed, he hugged you from behind. "hey, i'm sorry" humin whispered, planting a kiss on your cheek. repeating 'i'm sorry' he planted multiple kisses all over your face, purposely exempting your lips.

damn him and his cute antics. "i'm still mad at you" you said, you couldn't let him know he'd won you over so quick.

"i know, and you have every right to be" he conceded. "i was just scared which is why i said what i did, and i didn't mean anything of it by the way".

"scared about what? humin i would never do that to you" you said, softly. humin turned you around, allowing him to see you. you looked tired and sad — his heart hurt knowing he was the cause of that.

"baekjin liked you, or likes you" he confessed, "he told me at the end of grade 11 and i got angry at him even though he said he'd never act on them. because i got angry he told me that he'd take you from me when i'd least expect it". humin braced himself, for you to be mad, to start yelling at him. but instead you just burst into laughter.

you couldn't stop laughing. 'he'd take you from me when i least expected it', you couldn't believe sweet, shy baekjin had said that. what was he, a super villain planning to kidnap you in the dead of night?

"can you please say something" humin pleaded. wiping the tears from your eyes that had leaked from laughing too hard, you spoke.

"i know he liked me, neither of you were exactly subtle about your feelings" you giggled. you remember when you first started picking up on their actions. they'd fight over who'd buy you food, whose umbrella you'd walk under, who you'd sit next to on the bus.

"when i saw baekjin, i had a whole talk with him. he didn't tell me what went down but he told me that he wasn't mad at you and that he'd felt terrible about what he said you, he hadn't meant it".

"why didn't you tell me?" he asked, voice laced with genuine confusion.

"hey 99iq, have you noticed how you've been behaving since i told you that baekjin attends the same university as us" you slightly shove his shoulder.

exaggerating, humin toppled over. "of course, my smart, and somehow incredibly strong, girlfriend. you are so right. i wasn't in my right mind" he said in a teasing tone.

"by the way, baekjin doesn't like me anymore."

"that's impossible, who could not like you?" he remarked, as if he was offended by the notion.

"i mean i'm not saying i want him to like you but you're so great so it would make sense if he does, you know", you covered his mouth so he'd stop rambling.

"he has a girlfriend babe. they have been dating since the end of grade 12" you bit your lip, trying to hide your smile.

"oh." humin sat up straight.

"yeah. 'oh'. are you done, you big baby?" you asked, pushing him back once more. humin grabbed your wrist pulling you back with him, causing you to land on his chest.

"i'm sorry baby, i'll try not to get jealous as much anymore". you raised an eyebrow waiting for him to add something else.

"and?"

"and i'll talk to baekjin" he sighed, surrendering.

"good", you were happy, the possibility that the 3 of you could go back to the way you were before would be amazing. plus now there was an addition of baekjin's girlfriend.

humin leaned up, his lips softly brushing against yours. like he was testing to see how you'd react, and when you slightly leaned in, he closed the gap all the way.

the kiss started off slow, like he was apologising with his lips rather than his words. until it became more urgent, more impatient, more messy, like this would be the last chance he'd ever get to kiss you.

humin groaned, slowing sliding his hand under your shirt, settling at your waist.

as you pulled away you spoke up.

"you owe me" you said, matter-of-fact, jabbing humin’s chest.

"do i? i think i know what i can do to make it up to you", you saw the smug look on his face, knowing exactly what he meant.

"well what are you waiting for?" you said with a grin.

humin smiled back and pulling you into another kiss. determined, he showed you that he knew just how wrong he’d been.

hope you enjoyed!

[plushieni]

from this ask

bakugo treasured you in ways that made no sense, even to himself. he wasn’t sure when it happened—when you went from a stranger, someone who only ever seemed to appear when something was broken, to the person who consumed his every thought. fixing his gadgets, repairing his suit, tweaking his gear; it was supposed to be a simple, exchangable relationship. but somehow, it became something deeper.

some would say it was inescapable, the way you’d fit into his life without him realizing it, until the small talk turned into long fulfilling conversations. the laughter you shared during late-night tinkering sessions, the way your hands would brush when you passed him a tool, the small moments that kept adding up.

when he realized he liked you, he knew he had to ask you out—to get it out of the way, just in case you didn’t feel the same. he just couldn’t hold it back anymore. his voice was rough, like he was gritting his teeth to get the words out, but he made himself say them. it wasn’t some dramatic confession—no cheesy speeches or anything like that. but for bakugo, it was everything.

“y’know, when i’m with you, things aren’t so… bad. you don’t annoy the hell outta me either. and i wanna do better by you. so what do you say? can i be your boyfriend?” he asked, his tone as blunt and straightforward as ever.

when you two started dating, it was definitely a change—but for the better, of course.

you were his equal. it didn’t matter that your strength wasn’t physical—he was more than aware that your mind was just as sharp as his combat, your skills just as powerful in their own right. and it wasn’t just your genius that made him admire you; it was the way you moved through the world, the way you manage to tackle problems and challenges with effortlessly. it was impossible not to respect you.

he’d mention your adjustments to his gadgets, dropping your name casually, always being proud of you. “they thought it’d work better if it was smaller, huh? damn nerd was right,” he’d mutter, hands adjusting his gear with a satisfaction that only came from knowing it had been you who made it better. he was impressed by you more than he would ever say.

complimenting you constantly, but never in the way you’d expect. not with gentle words or soft confessions. no, bakugo’s version was different. “you’re not entirely useless…” or, “you did good, dumbass. don’t beat yourself up.” it all came from a place that was all him, raw and unfiltered. and you knew, deep down, to him it was a comment of admiration.

he understood your dedication to your work, how you’d get lost in a project for hours, forgetting everything else around you. he didn’t need you to ask for anything. he just knew. on the days you got so caught up in your tinkering that you barely remembered to eat or sleep, bakugo would be there—slipping into the workshop with a plate of your favorite food or stacking your laundry neatly by your bed. he wouldn’t say a word. he’d just do it, like it was second nature.

and if it got too bad—if you were pushing yourself too hard—he’d drag you away from your work, his hand firm on your shoulder as he pulled you toward your couch. “get some damn rest, you idiot. i’m not gonna let you burn yourself out.” it wasn’t harsh; it was just how he cared—and oh boy, he cared a lot.

around you, bakugo found a strange sense of calmness. when he was with you, things slowed down. there was no pressure to be something bigger, louder, or stronger. he didn’t have to be the ‘the best’ all the time. didn't have to put up an act. he could just be him, and that was enough. maybe it was the way you let him sit in silence, neither of you needing to fill the space with words. or maybe it was the way you’d look up from your work and catch him staring, only for him to gruffly turn away, pretending he wasn’t adoring you the whole time.

so, with every little thing, every little action, you knew. you knew that he was the one for you. no one else.

© 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐢 — do not copy, steal, translate, or claim any of my works as your own.

[hoshieeyewrinkles]

• Nct dream as bad boys falling in love with you. •

♡ Notes. Alt. When you are the good girl who fell in love with them.

♡ Cheesy as hell.

♡ stereotypical bad boy and good girl.

♡ Fluff. Fluff. Fluff.

♡ Reader is innocent and sometimes a dumbass

♡ Not requested [ requests are open tho. Pls go through my pinned post before requesting]

Mark

~ randomass bad boy

~ spots you during recess in the hallways.

~ could not stop thinking about you after that, your cute keychain hanging off your bag, the little giggles you let out with your looser friends as he calls them. All had him going crazy

~ waits in the same hallway everyday even though he doesn't have any classes there, only to glance at you.

~ grins like an idiot after you shyly smiled at him once.

~ "you are such a creep, mark." "shut up haechan"

~ he finally asked you out one day after some great encouragement from his friends ( haechan threatening him to ask you out or else he will) . Was nervous that you might get scared because of his eyebrow piercings and bad reputation.

~ was surprised that you accepted, looking at him with doe eyes and a cute grin. He fell harder before he could even process your reply.

~ his life improves because of you. Your pouts and little scoldings you give him for not wearing a helmet or coming late. It all made him change as he avoided everything bad to make you happy.

~ "I'm sorry angel, I didn't mean to come late. Don't be mad please" Screaming.

Renjun

~ certified tsundere

~ found you so annoying at first. Why did you have to finish all the work at time and be such a good girl?

~ and why the fuck did you have you have to walk around with your gaze down? Can't you look forward for fuck's sake?

~ everything you did kinda annoyed him at first and yet he couldn't understand why he made sure no one bullied you or laughed at you.

~ glares at anyone who looks at you for long time.

~ "she is so fucking annoying, walking around cutely with that stupid banana milk like tf" "renjun you are in love with her"

~ realises he has a crush on you. Panics. Gets more annoyed.

~ walks you home one day making you confused. Carries your books. Sits beside you in every class you guys share. Lends you his leather jacket when you are cold. Brings you banana milk everyday.

~ you're confused but you can't help but feel all giddy in your stomach when he acts like that. You give him a cupcake one day.

~ he stared at it the entire class. He is not gonna eat it. He'll preserve it forever.

~ you pecked his cheek one day to calm him down as he ruthlessly punched a boy after he made fun of you

~ pulls you into a kiss in front of everyone.

~ chuckles so sweetly when you blush. You take his bruised hands in yours worriedly all while he stares at you as if you are his entire world. (Which you are)

~ "No one's ever gonna hurt you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

Jeno

~ Bad boy next door

~ you are his neighbour. All he does is blast loud music with his friends creating ruckus in his backyard. His parents are always out of town.

~ you are the new girl who moved next door with your strict parents.

~ he watches you watering your plants everyday. Notices the little glances you threw at his way and how you stammer to reply when he waves hi at you with a lazy smirk on his face. "Whatcha looking at sweetheart?"

~ he finds so you so fucking adorable.

~ throws away his cigarettes whenever you catch him smoking, you don't mind but he doesn't want to scare you. So he tries to change his appearance, hides his tattoos and piercings.

~ frankly, he doesn't understand why tf he cares so much about what you think but he can't stop thinking about you. Especially after you gazed at him with the softest eyes when he came home bruised. Asking him to come inside your home so you can bandage him.

~ he knew you had very present and strict parents (something which he can't relate to) yet you still took the risk to call him in.

~ he straight up confesses to you one fine day when you were aiding his bruises (a little routine between you guys when your parents aren't home)

~ he climbs through your bedroom window even if your parents are present. He doesn't give two fucks. All he wants to do is see his angel. "I haven't seen you since yesterday princess, let me have a look please"

~ you accept his confession without hesitance and reassures him that you don't care about his appearance and he doesn't need to change himself.

~ he falls in love with you harder than ever, god forbid if jeno even sees a scratch on you. You're his little treasure, his everything. He will fight against the world for you, will jump in the fire for you.

~ "come on baby, don't scold your nono pls" a true Samoyed.

Haechan

~ resident's bad boy.

~ has the most gaze ever, looks like he is the scariest person alive but is actually a little tease.

~ don't think he doesn't throw punches tho, beats the shit out of people just for leaning on his bike.

~ spots you in the midnight carrying a tub of ice cream in your hand, walking out of the supermarket. Yeah he thought you were a dumbass to walk alone at midnight.

~ tries to ignore you but fails when he spots creepy looking guys following you. They start to corner you and haechan sighs before stepping in.

~ takes out his pocket knife and the guys starts sprinting away. Haechan turns back expecting you to look at him with fear but was surprised to find you staring at him with jaw open and flushed cheeks. "what the fuck are you? A damsel in distress?"

~ he kinda roasted you but you didn't care, shyly thanking him. He scoffs before asking you to hop on his motorcycle.

~ drops you home and asks your name. He chants your name in his mind after that.

~ you were pleasantly surprised to find him near the same supermarket the next day, turns out he has his little garage there. "What's up princess? wanted to see me again, yeah?"

~ after that he looks forward to your little meet ups. He lifts you up and puts you on his motorcycle seat while he fixes the engine. Mentally gushing at how cute you look with your little brain trying to understand what he is doing. "Yes this definitely looks like a donut princess"

~ lets you ramble about the books you read and even tries reading them so he can talk about more stuff with you.

~ confesses to you on a random thursday under scorching heat near his garage. Kisses you so passionately when you smile at him, not needing to hear any other words.

~ "Princess, you got some grease on your nose." Literally will do anything for you.

Jaemin

~ weirdass bad boy

~ sells weed and anyone can tell that he is a high mf all the time.

~ you were dared by your friends to buy weed. (They tricked you to buy it for them)

~ you nervously went near Jaemin who sells weed in the basement of some sus building.

~ he looked so scary at first glance but gave you the sweetest smile once he looked at you.

~ he knew you were too innocent and nice to buy this shit so he tried to talk you out. Finds you so adorable as you stammer to reply. Eventually you didn't buy because he convinced you. "Good girls don't do such things, sweetheart."

~ Jaemin later wondered why he didn't let you buy it when he could have gotten some good cash but something inside him just melted when he saw your big orbs.

~ after a few days you were pressurized again by your fakeass friends to go inside his basement while they waited outside. Jaemin was surprised to see you again but the disappointment on his face was real when you asked him for weed again.

~ he goes out of the basement and gives the deadliest glare at your friends who then proceeds to run away.

~ "what did I tell you last time princess?"

~ you became friends with him after that and he protects you all the time. Picks you up and drops you home. Makes sure no mf comes near you.

~ eventually he stopped doing all the shady shit, though he didn't change his shady appearance because duh he is a bad boy. He did it all for you cause you deserve a good person and even though he is not one, he will try his best to be one for you.

~ takes you to ice cream dates every weekend and one day you confess to him. He went quiet for a few moments before looking at you deep in the eyes and gave you the same sweet smile again.

~ is the most clingy and softest boyfriend ever. So protective and treats you as if you were made of glass.

~ "No doll, don't lift such heavy things. You will get hurt, go sit there and let me do it."

Chenle

~ didn't even know people considered him bad news. He thought everyone loved him.

~ he is a brat, does what he wants and gets what he wants. Frankly just enjoying his life in the most rebellious way as possible.

~ he does illegal car races and that's how he finds you there among all the rich brats, though you weren't one. You were just here to accompany your friends.

~ realises he never saw you here before. Comes over and tries to flirt with you but was surprised to see you acting all shy and nervous.

~ knows you weren't meant to be here "You shouldn't be here in places like this unless your family is influential enough. Let me drop you home cutie"

~ drops you home in his sports car and asks for your number.

~ at first he just wanted to flirt around with you but days went by and he couldn't stop thinking about your little nerd talks.

~ you were such a breath of fresh air in his life. He didn't even want to take you to his car races because it's full of shady people and you are his sweet angel who shouldn't be in the eyes of such people.

~ but after you gave him your puppy eyes, he just couldn't refuse "Alright princess, don't talk to anyone and just stay here with jisung."

~ comes to you after every race he wins and you confess to him.

~ "what do you mean? I thought you were already mine?" Asksksk he genuinely thought you guys were

~ kisses you passionately after every race he wins.

~ he never thought he would want to settle down in life but he can't stop thinking about you as his bride, you are his future and his final dream.

~ "Do you even realise how precious you are to me?"

Jisung

~ the most quietest and minds his own business type of guy.

~ you were the one who developed a crush on him first after seeing him in the hallways with his leather jacket on and a small smirk on his face while talking to his friends.

~ all he does is hang out with his little friend group and beats people who annoy him. he was very mysterious tho.

~ you pass by the same hallway everyday to see him. You were sure he didn't even know you existed but you were so wrong.

~ he noticed your shy glances and cute nature everyday. He just ignores you because he feels he is bad news for you.

~ yet he feels himself smiling at random times thinking about your pretty smile. "Fuck she is so cute"

~ realises he should stop and one day gives you the iciest glare making you think he finds you annoying.

~ so you stop passing by the same hallway and don't look at him anymore.

~ he feels shit because he didn't mean to scare you. Asks for advice from his hyungs. They hollered and cheered because he finally developed a crush on someone. "Our jisung finally grew up awwww" "hyung please shut the fuck up"

~ he doesn't have a crush tho. He is straightass in love with you.

~ one day comes to you with a bouquet of roses and confesses in the most nervous tone ever.

~ your both faces were in the same colour as the roses. So cute omg

~ after that day you were known to be jisung's girl and everyone knew better than to mess with you.

~ you guys are the most cheesy and disgustingly cute couple. Often the target of his hyungs teasings. "I love you angel." "I could have lived my entire life without hearing those nicknames." "Haechan hyung please."

~ you tutor him sitting on his lap everyday while he nuzzles his face in your neck. "Stop kissing me ji"

~ "I'm sorry love, you are just so fucking adorable"

[That's it I have fed your guys delusions enough for today]

[rieamena]

take my hand until the sun goes down

kenji sato & baseball critic!reader headcanons

the first installment

requests put in by the lovely @despacito-uwu16 (bless your beautiful big brain)

marriage hcs ♡

we all know how much ken is in love with you but after that stunt he pulled at the championship game, it got a whole lot worse. he would not let a single chance to call you his fiancée pass by. afterparty following a challenging game? "can't make it, i miss my fiancée." team planning a dinner? "let me ask if my fiancée wants to come!" trying to get out of an agonizing conversation? "oh, my fiancée's calling me." he does not miss a BEAT when it comes to you. and after you got married!?!? oh let me tell you…

he physically cannot stop talking about you. something sweet that you did, how much you are for him, how much he loves you. its gotten so bad that his teammates have to tread lightly when speaking to him just to not trigger a 20 minute long rant about you (they're just jealous!!!). "i took the stray that showed up at my house the other night to the vet and it turns out she's really sick…" "really? that's so sad. you know, that actually reminds me of how my wife and i were eating bread this morning and she just looked so pretty." "how are those two things related!??!"

personal headcanon here but kenji cannot cook for the life of him. he can chop up his vegetables and take out seasoning from the cabinet but do NOT put that man near a stove. he will burn the kitchen down. unfortunately, kenji knew of his innate talent to someway somehow manage to cause chaos everytime he turned on an oven. so what did he do? he started watching you while you cook; occasionally taking notes on online recipes he'd think you'd like. every time you had to leave for an interview or babysit chiho, ken would load up the stove and start practicing. once he felt like he got good enough, kenji surprised you with breakfast in bed. french toast, eggs, bacon, and fruits were laid out on a platter, the delicious smell of it all and the sound of your husband coaxing you from your sleep. "wake up, my love. i made something for you~"

his petnames for you gradually changed as well. 'baby' turned into 'my love', 'my pretty girl' turned into 'my pretty wife', 'princess' stayed though. he loves your reaction when he calls you princess. your eyes become lidded as you look him up and down seductively, "so… are we gonna fuck or…?" ken threw you over his shoulder, teasing your body as he walked to the bedroom, "don't need to ask me twice. you gonna' ride me?" "that was my plan all along, pretty boy."

the first time you called kenji your husband to his face, he stopped thinking. his knees buckled, his heart started racing, his breathing got heavy. he genuinely thought he was about to die but he would be doing so in your arms so it was far more bearable. also!!! he has to kiss you at least three times a day or he dies (i dont make the rules!!). most days, kenji peppers your face in kisses in the morning, presses a kiss to your cheek or forehead in the afternoon, and gives you the most loving and deep kiss just before you head to bed

"[name], i have a crush on you. i love your voice and your smile and you're just so beautiful. i'm in love with you." ken wrapped you in his arms, speaking lowly "ken, we're married. we've been together for six years." "i know but still. just say you don't accept my confession." kenji huffed "no, i do! i have a crush on you too! the biggest one actually. please date me…"

children hcs ♡

kenji is THE girl dad. no questions asked. full stop.

kenji cried and i mean CRIED when you told him you were pregnant. you planned it in such a cute way honestly, it's a shame he didn't get it at first. you baked a couple buns and put them in the kitchen oven. simple, right? wrong. when ken got home and you kindly asked him to look in the oven for you, he was mildly confused. "you just have a lot of bread in here." you lightly pushed him out of the way, taking out every bun except one. "and now?" "you have one bread in the oven." "try again." "you have a roll in the oven." ken winked at you, swearing that he got it right this time. "not a roll but a…" "a….?" "there's a bun in the oven, kenji! i'm pregnant!" 

he was the (self-proclaimed) master of the art of ponytails and braids, often getting compliments from other parents on his skills. his mornings usually started with your daughter climbing onto his lap, handing him a hairbrush and a collection of colorful hair ties. kenji would carefully detangle her hair, his hands gentle but efficient, and then he would create intricate braids that she would show off to her friends at school

kenji also knew every princess, superhero, and storybook character by heart. his nights often ended with him sitting on the edge of his daughter's bed with you, reading her favorite stories with dramatic flair, his voice changing for each character, making her giggle and beg for one more chapter.

one evening, as the sun set and the playground began to empty, she ran up to her dad, breathless and excited. she had found a shiny pebble and declared it to be a magical gem. kenji knelt down, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and listened intently as they wove an elaborate tale about the pebble's powers. he played along, his imagination as vivid as theirs, and they spent the rest of the evening concocting a story that would become a cherished memory.

and at his baseball games, he would always scan the crowd for his two girls, and once he found you cheering loudly in the stands, he never failed to flash his signature smile and give you both a wink.

"i mean, she needs a sister. don't want her growing up an only child like me." kenji whispered as you placed your baby daughter into her bassinet. "darling, if you want another baby, just say that." "please please please, can we have another one??" "not right now. but yes ken, we can have another baby."

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[haruchx]

Confessing To Him 𖹭.ᐟ

ᯓ★- pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

ᯓ★- synopsis: You have been close friends with Sanzu for a long time and you have a crush on him. You can't keep this crush inside and decide to confess it to him, and it ends in an unexpected way for you!

ᯓ★- warnings: romantic tension, kissing, hair pulling, cursing.

ᯓ★- w.c: 1.5k+

ᯓ★- h/n: Instead of Bonten Sanzu, I wrote it more by focusing on the Sanzu from the Kanto Manji arc. But you can imagine it as suitable for the Kanto Manji, Toman or Tenjiku arcs. It depends on your imagination! Don't hesitate to point out any mistakes you notice or parts you don't like, enjoy reading!

You had arrived at the beach, even though Sanzu wasn't silent at all throughout the journey. He was not someone who talked to anyone often, but when he was with you, he forgot what it meant to be silent.

Tonight was the night, you were going to confess your love to him.

"Did we have to talk by the beach? Couldn't we talk about this VERY IMPORTANT topic somewhere else?" Sanzu was still asking the same questions, but it was obvious that he was doing it to annoy you.

You couldn't quite stop the sigh that escaped your lips, but that excited smile never left your face. "You've been asking the same question for hours. When will you shut up?"

"I thought you liked my voice." Sanzu said this in a half-smug, half-playful tone, but then couldn't help but laugh. When the two of you sat down on a bench a short distance from the sea waves, he sighed, leaned back on the bench with one arm behind you.

"So, are you gonna start talking? I'm still in my gang uniform and i feel uncomfortable, y'know?"

"I told you that you can go home and change your clothes first if you want but you refused. So don't complain." You were trying to gather your sentences in your mind because making such a confession to Sanzu made you feel like you were in the middle of hell.

Just as you were about to start talking, Sanzu spoke again.

"Is it a bad thing? Or a good thing? Or an average thing? Hell, you're so quiet. Speak up." Sanzu huffed and leaned his head back as he closed his eyes, looking even more attractive than usual.

"If you shut up I'll talk, you smartass." This was the only sentence that could come out of your mouth. Even though you spoke with such confidence, deep down you felt like you were going to throw up from stress.

"But please... even if your answer is 'no' after I say this, don't end your friendship with me." Your words and tone of voice sounded a little too vulnerable than necessary, and Sanzu's expression changed.

"What the fuck you mean by that? Did you crash my car and come to want money? 'Cause my answer to that would definitely be no."

"No, Haru--"

"Oh my! Are you going to try to set me up with someone again?!"

"Listen-"

"OR ARE YOU GOING TO SET YOURSELF UP WITH SOMEONE AND CAME TO ASK FOR HELP FROM ME?!

Finally you couldn't stand it, Sanzu wouldn't stop talking and you couldn't get your sentences together. You snapped at him with a frown on your face that he found cute.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH FOR A DAMN MINUTE!"

Sanzu wasn't angry at your sudden outburst, on the contrary, he was amused and remained silent while trying not to laugh, nodded. You were silent for a long time and it was starting to become difficult for you to even breathe because of the stress. But you knew you had to do it. How much longer could you keep it inside anyway?

"I know what I'm about to say is ridiculous and I know you won't be interested in such things, but keeping some things inside me... is starting to get very difficult. I wanna say it, confess it quickly and relax."

Sanzu listened to you silently, his gaze, those blue eyes, never leaving yours for even a second. "Just say it already, you're taking it too long. Like you're writing a damn poem or something."

You lowered your gaze to your lap, took a deep, shaky breath, and finally spoke.

"I love you."

You couldn't even look at Sanzu at that moment, but he didn't understand anything at first and scratched the back of his neck as if you had said the most normal thing in the world. You felt the need to correct yourself immediately, words coming out of your mouth quickly and one after another.

"I mean - not a friendly love. More like.. a romantic love - yes, romantic ! I.. am in love with you. I wanna be your girlfriend, Haru, and I want you to be my.. boyfriend. not just a.. friend."

Sanzu froze for a moment as he listened to you and had a dumbfounded expression on his face. His eyes widened for a moment but then he burst out laughing unexpectedly. He thought you were joking. You thought he was making fun of you because you didn't expect him to laugh like that. He began to wipe away the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes from laughter.

"That was a funny joke, and you said it very seriously! You're really getting good at making jokes."

When Sanzu looked at you and saw that your facial expression was a little sadder and more serious, he realized that you weren't joking and his own facial expression became serious as well. He turned his body completely towards you, his eyes searching yours.

"Are you.. serious? Are you in love with me? You must be crazy. Do you think I.. look like the ideal boyfriend model?"

You knew that Sanzu wasn't the ideal boyfriend model, everyone said that and your friends always warned you about him. But this was love, you weren't one to hold back your feelings. After sighing, you were finally able to look into his eyes. No matter how hard it was, you managed to speak in a serious and determined tone.

"Who cares if you're an ideal boyfriend model or not? Everyone falls in love with men who fit those molds anyway. I didn't put you in a mold to love you. I just... love you. I want to be yours, I want you to be mine."

Sanzu just stared into your eyes for a few pretty seconds, letting all your words to sink in. As he watched you, that classic, slightly flirty, slightly smug smirk he only showed you appeared on his face. He extended his right hand towards you, lifted your chin with his index finger and thumb, and tilted his head to one side as he spoke.

"You try to sound very serious and determined, but deep down i can tell you're dying of stress. Still... I think you've managed to bring out the feelings I've been trying to resist for months."

The moment you raised your gaze to Sanzu's eyes, you were suddenly frozen by the lips touching yours. Sanzu leaned in, his eyes closed as he kissed you. There were no feelings such as hunger or lust in this kiss. In his kiss, the traces of a feeling and love that had been suppressed for months were obvious. He was weaving all his love into a single kiss. What was the purpose to resist him, push him away? You surrendered yourself to him and leaned towards him, deepening the kiss.

Sanzu moved a little closer to you while still sitting at the same spot, placing one hand on the curve of your waist while the other tugged at your hair from the back of your head. His tongue ran over your lower lip, asking for permission to enter. Your hands had already found his neck and your fingers were caressing some small spots. The moment you parted your lips, Sanzu pushed his tongue inside, a low groan of pleasure and love escaped from his lips. He tasted you slowly, your tongues tangled in a passionate dance, as if he was devoting all his time in the world to you.

When he finally pulled away, you were both a little out of breath, and his hand that were in your hair came up to your cheek and caressed it with a gentleness that you had never seen from him before.

"You know what you're getting yourself into, confessing your love to someone like me, asking me for my love, right?"

Just one touch from Sanzu was enough to activate every nerve in your body. He was the missing piece of your heart.

"I know, I accept it all and I'm ready. I just want your love."

Sanzu smirked as he listened to this but it wasn't like his usual smirk, it was softer and more full of love. He kissed your cheek and without pulling his face away, he murmured into your ear.

"You already have my love, you just realized it a little too late. I am yours now, and you are mine. You are the only girl my eyes see and my heart beats for."

"My sweet darling."

[boofeine]

So interesting on how seventeen gets jealous.

Hehe, able to do a drabble for mingyu jealous based on it?❤️😬🫶🏽

(sorry for taking so long... again 😅)

WARNINGS: mdni, angst,,, unrevised work !!!

"I'm gonna take a shower" Mingyu says while you finish to let your shoes by the door and lock it as you both enter your apartment.

That's not an uncommon saying or action from him, but you know when you just know something is off? That was the case. He sounded dry for some reason and didn't even spare a glance as the first thing he does it's walk to the shower.

You're letting your things by the kitchen corner, taking some things out of your purse when you hear the water running. You feel uneasy and contemplate if you should dare join him or just wait to talk when he comes out.

'Fuck it' you think, walking to the bathroom door, jeans already being undone and shirt getting lose. You knock and no response.

"Gyu? Can i come in?" You speak through the door, waiting a few seconds before opening the frame "Gyu?" you ask again, slipping your head inside. The room is starting to get foggy, but you are still able to see the outline of his naked torso as the water runs down from his neck to his chest, enough to gather you courage to come in.

You finish taking your clothes off and join him. He slowly opens his eyes, meeting down on your small form as you smile foundly but whimsy.

"Hi" You murmur.

"Hi" He answers, dry again. Opening you space to take the water instead. He leads you and changes your positions with a hand on your hips. Even looking as something wrong happened, he stills the sweetest to you.

When you wet yourself enough, you look back, and he has shampoo on his hair. You change positions again, and he starts to clean it off. You tiptoe, getting closer to reach his long hair hair too, helping him out. Your hands are soft and caring as you caress his hair. Mingyu is just looking at you, the same way you are looking at him, but he has a sad look and pouty lips.

You pull him, soap on your hands as you start to spread on him, his shoulders first, and then down his chest and belly.

"When you're gonna tell me what's wrong" You say while on it.

He helps you, spreading the soap on his arms as he thinks what to say. After a while, he shoots "I saw that guy hitting on you earlier". Your lips form a thin line. Somehow, you want to smile, but he hasn't finished yet. "And still, you stay most of the night of his group of friends".

It's true, you think. Now that he said that to you, you can understand where it comes from. Yes, the guy did hit on you, but you said no, and also add that you are taken. His group of friends are your friend's friends, and the only people (that you slightly know) that were dancing, and you wanted to dance, so you stuck to them.

"You should've tell me" you said, getting a bit sad too. The sudden silence gets you itchy and you can see Mingyu swallowing dry.

"You looked so happy. I wouldn't bother your fun." He adds, confessing it. And some of it makes him embarrassed and bothered that you were having so much fun without him. But he won't tell you that.

"You don't bother me, Mingyu" You reply seriously, stopping on your tracks to look back on him. "I wanted to dance, and they were the people I knew" you add "I want you to tell me when you're uncomfortable" you say lastly, and you suddenly want to cry because you're afraid he didn't have fun like you did, and you feel bad for have not done anything.

"Okay" he says smally and low.

Silence again.

"Turn around" you said, as you start to clean his back down to his hips, but also to hide how a few tears fall down. You clean than off and finish "I'm sorry" You add when he starts to turn back to face you again.

"Please, don't be!" He answers way too fast that startles you, cutting your words "Please don't ever apologize for having fun. I am sorry" he says, and you nod because he's right, but still, he can't just put aside what he feels either, you think that just what jealousy is.

You tiptoe again, caging him on your arms instead as he touches you for the first time, sliding his hands to your hips and resting on your lower back that let shivers down your skin. Your faces are close, nose slightly touching.

"I love you" You say, your hot breath on his lips making his mouth open in an almost gasp.

"I love you too" He adds before finally kissing you, raw and needy like he was craving it.

[icycoldninja]

I saw the headcanon list of DMC characters (and v) confession hcs, what about rejection... :3

OHHH THIS IS GONNA BE SOOO ANGSTY

Sparda boys + V x Reader rejection headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante has been working up the courage to tell you how he really feels about you for ages.

-Once he finally reached a point where he felt confident enough to approach you, he wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't this.

-He acknowledged that his confession was lame, to say the least, but he didn't think it was that bad. Your blank expression, on the other hand, told him that his assumptions about himself were wrong.

-You then proceeded to coldly tell him you weren't interested, and after delivering the most insincere apology he'd ever heard, you left.

-Dante had never been that hurt in his life, even though there was a small voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have known better from the beginning. He never stood a chance. You were out of his league anyway.

-He spends a lot of time at the bar and drowning his sorrows in strawberry sundaes, though whether or not he'll ever fully move on remains to be seen.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil has always been very closed off, so to gain his affections is an impressive feat indeed. To capture his heart in such a manner that it makes him nervous when he sees you is an even greater accomplishment, and those who achieve such a thing should cherish this opportunity.

-At least, that's what Vergil expects you to think, not at all aware of your complete and utter disinterest in him. For whatever reason, you seem to disregard his subtle compliments (awkward as they are) and make no attempt to engage in conversation with him.

-He really tried to make you see he cared by always physically being there for you to help you or to listen to anything you might need to get off your chest. He knew you saw him as a good friend, but hopes you would realize that you could be more than that.

-Eventually, he had enough of struggling to get your attention and decides to just come out and say how he feels, only to be rejected, though you were polite about it, at the very least.

-Vergil was understandably hurt, but respected your wishes and did his best to move on. After vanishing for a little while to gain more power, (and possibly have a good cry in secret) he comes back, only to find you enjoying yourself and dating another man.

-Vergil knows that you deserve happiness and wishes you and your partner all the best, but there's a selfish part of him that feels resentful towards the both of you, a piece of his mind that fills his head with bitter comments about how you were a fool, and that you should have chosen him.

□ Nero □

-Nero has had a pretty bad crush on you for a while, and judging from the way you always seemed so happy to see him, he thought you did too.

-Nervousness was not something that Nero was used to, yet it was prevalent within him whenever he so much as thought about confessing to you.

-It took him a full month and four 2-hour-long pep talks from both Dante and Nico on several separate occasions before he felt ready to go up to you and say "I love you", but not that bluntly.

-Well, the day came, and after drinking two cans of Red Bull, Nero marched up to you with as much surly swagger as he could muster, and among others, spoke those three words that changed everything.

-You were very surprised, but after taking a minute to register the meaning behind what he just divulged, calmly explained that you didn't feel the same, apologized, and assured him that all your relationship would ever be is friendship.

-Nero was crushed. Absolutely crushed. He and Dante crack open a six pack of beers later that night and just drink in silence, because like his father, once Nero gets attached to someone, he gets really attached, so detaching is a lot of work.

● V ●

-V has been admiring you from afar for a few weeks now, and after discussing things with his familiars, whose opinions on you are important, he decides to confess.

-Only problem is, he finds himself struggling to find words whenever he approaches you, so after nearly passing out on several occasions, he came up with a solution.

-He would integrate his feelings into poetry, then leave the notebook he wrote in lying around where you could easily find it, in the hopes that you would reciprocate his efforts.

-He had Griffon spy on you after planting his love-poem, only to receive sad news. You'd read everything he wrote, but instead of smiling or blushing or laughing giddily, you simply replaced the notebook and continued on with your day.

-V didn't want to believe it; he hoped you were just hiding your feelings, as some tend to do, but you never brought up the subject, and he was too afraid to ask.

-In the end, V had to accept that you didn't love him as much as he loved you, and as much as it hurt, there wasn't anything he could do.

[dimonds456-art]

PLEASE GIVE US THE OLD MAN RAMIREZ LORE!!!

GLADLY

I have two other asks like this and I wanna answer them each independently so get ready fghdsjka

Soos worked alongside Dipper in the 80s, at first acting just as a friend and adventuring partner. While Dipper moved to Gravity Falls, Soos is a native and working as a janitor in the elementary school at the time.

They met at the arcade, where Dipper was trying to find a ghost haunting one of the machines, and he found very quickly that Soos was not only a good partner, but also a good friend. They bonded pretty fast after that.

Dipper was mostly chasing ghosts, but he would take interest in other anomalies as well, leading him to writing down and sketching this weird grafiti he found in a cave once, then translating it once he got home. While he heeded the warning not to read it aloud, Soos... didn't. Dipper yelled at him over it, fearing the worst, but then nothing happened, so whatever. Weird cave drawing.

That night, Soos meets Bill Cipher.

Bill was not as patient as he was with Ford in canon. Here, he told Soos about a dimension with all the answers only a couple months into their friendship, IF that long. Soos had the technical know-how to build it, and Bill gave him the blueprints one at a time in his sleep. Then, to avoid suspicion since they both knew Dipper would assume Bill was a malicious entity, Bill had him put those blueprints outside Dipper's door for him to wake up to, making him think a cryptid was helping him, thus giving him confirmation bias about that other dimension of weirdness.

Portal test happens, Soos gets pulled through, and he puts two and two together. He tells Dipper immediately about what he saw, which lead to him confessing everything. Dipper rightfully got mad at him for lying, which caused Soos to run. But at this point, he'd made a possession deal with Bill, and Bill uses Soos' body to torment Dipper.

Soos, wracked with guilt, immerses himself in the arcade. He plays games in a form of avoidance, eventually getting addicted to them as McGucket did the memory gun.

There is one game in particular, however, that was more addicting than the others. I'm picturing it as a bit of a sim, which IS strange for an arcade. This game talks directly to Soos, telling him that life would be better in a video game, to which he agrees. Things tend to just work out that way.

Over the next few months/years, the game takes pieces from Soos and transfers them into the game itself. Soos doesn't notice at first, only feeling more and more lost and depressed, especially after he goes to check on Dipper only to find him missing...? And yeah, of course he wants to search for his friend, but he not only doesn't trust himself anymore, but he also feels that pull back to the cabinet and just makes his situation worse.

After a while, the game asks him again if he would like to become a video game, to which he says yes. The game then offers to transfer the rest of him inside, and Soos freaks out. He didn't mean it literally, even if it still doesn't sound too bad...? But the change freaks him out too bad, and he refuses.

The game tries to do it anyway, resulting in a torn sense of self. Old Man Ramírez is that result, his entire life being viewed as a video game. He's unable to take anything more seriously than one would a plot point IN a game, and he often dissociates and daydreams when he's not actively running around looking for loot.

See, it turns out the ghost Dipper was looking for way back when? The ghost they caught was unrelated. There was still a different ghost inside the arcade machine, a ghost named Giffany. And Giffany refuses to let Soos go.

This brings us to modern day, when the Stan twins find out that Ramírez worked with the Author. They are able to figure out that Soos is in the machine, and dive in to look for him. Once they do find him, he rejects the machine and declares he's never gonna play a game again, before backtracking and admitting he might every now and then, but never to the point that he stops living again. They all escape, and though Soos is still extremely disoriented and needs to re-learn how to be a person, he starts being able to heal.

And yeah, in that "episode," part of the B plot is that everyone else's bodies are running around, reduced to their basic personalities intertwined with video game tropes. So like, Stan loves adventuring and causing trouble, so he just starts doing that and "scoring points" while doing it. Ford, who loves mysteries, starts basically dong escape rooms. Idk who else is there but Grauntie Mabel is trying to keep all the bodies together to make the transfer back easier.

Basically, instead of the memory gun, it's video games, and specifically Giffany. Soos becomes avoidant, thinking Dipper doesn't wanna see him, and feeling incredibly guilty over the Bill thing. His soul basically split from his body and it's kind of a metaphor for getting lost in the sauce, for lack of a better phrase fdshjk

[scrubbinn]

In Stars and Systems (ISAT AU)

Chapter select - Next

Isabeau 41 days since the King’s defeat

Odile stares at you, waiting for an answer. Her gaze makes you squeamish..

“Well, Isabeau?”

You sigh. Please, Change, anything but this conversation right now.

“Look, I get it, Sif has been acting kind of weird.”

“KIND OF?!”

Woah! You didn't expect Odile to raise her tone like that.

“M'dame! You're gonna wake the whole inn!”

…It's been over a month since Mirabelle froze the king with his own attack. Over a month since you found out your bestest bud in the whole world was stuck in a time loop for a year. Over a month since you… confessed… to him. It makes you feel warm everytime you think about it.

The nurse from Dormont’s house had only recently given the ok for the party to travel. It took a whole month for Sif to finish recovering from the worst craft exhaustion that anyone had ever seen. The first stop on your new journey was traveling to Bambouche to deliver Bonbon back to their sister. Before that, everyone was stuck keeping Sif company while he healed.

NOT THAT YOU HATED IT!! But it was rough, seeing them in that state. Unable to tell you anything that happened and answer any of the questions you had about the time loop or that star person.

You wished you could've been by his side more. He was in rough shape after everything that happened. Not to mention, when he went to give the party's thanks to Loop, you found him passed out in front of the favor tree. No Loop in sight.

That first week was bad, they could barely form sentences. It was a gamble that any food they ate would stay inside him long enough to digest it.

Things started getting strange after that. During the end of the second week, they woke up, panicked, and tried to run away from the house. They only got to the hallway outside their bed before they broke down. You don’t know exactly what happened, so you did your best to reassure him. When they finally calmed down, they looked at you with such sad eyes. It was probably just a nightmare, but something in their face made you worried. It was like they thought you were a ghost or a zombie or something.

The weird stuff kept happening. Some days Sif would be like how you remembered, but other times they'd be distant. Either not saying a single word, or way too bright and cheery. But no matter the mood, they always avoided you…

Then there was tonight's incident. It was the first snowfall of winter. You had to push everyone to walk those extra kilometers to reach the next town, Voiralters. You were all exhausted, and so you thought you'd all go straight to bed as soon as you checked in at the inn's front desk. M’dame Odile, wanted to catch up on some reading in the lobby, instead. That's when she noticed Sif slinking out of the building. She found him lying in the snow, resting. And when she tried to check up on him, reach for him…

She woke you and Mira up soon after. The cut wasn't too serious. Mira healed it perfectly as always, but the fact that Sif was the one responsible, it made it look ten times worse. The party decided on Mira to go out and look for Sif. You wanted to go out and find them but…

“Look! Sif is just under a lot of stress!”

“Isabeau!”

She sighed and regained her composure. “We've all been through a lot. But it's clear Siffrin is hiding something again and not telling us. The way they're acting has made that clear.”

“But… maybe they're just trying to deal with what happened? In their own way? He still hasn't been able to talk much about what happened with the loops. Maybe he just needs more time.”

“Look, even when Siffrin was having a breakdown, and nearly destroyed the whole world… he never attacked us. Even at his lowest point.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“We learned a lot that day. Time craft, Wish craft, time loops and star people. Is it so weird to think there might be a craft to take over someone's mind? Is Siffrin still Siffrin?”

HUH?! “UM, YES? Who would they be otherwise?”

“I don't know Isabeau! That Loop character? This universe god? The King? Does it matter? Something is wrong. They're not acting right! Maybe it’s more subtle than that day, when Siffrin confronted each of us… hurt us… Something has clearly changed. Whatever is wrong, we need to fix it.”

Your body is shaking, you don't know what to say. To convince her. To convince yourself.

Thank change, the sound of the entrance bell ends the conversation. But you see Mira walk inside about to cry.

“Mira! Are you ok? Did you find Sif?”

She shakes her head, dejected.

“I-I'm Sorry Isabeau. I couldn't… I couldn't find them anywhere.”

You felt your throat tighten. Why didn’t you go out with Mira to search………… 

You're not dumb, you've caught on the same things as M'dame Odile. Something is wrong with Siffrin. They weren't acting like themselves. But you didn't want to think about it because… what if was true. What if the one you loved was gone, or they still didn't trust you. After everything, they still couldn't bring themselves to trust you! You are a coward. What was the reason you quit being a defender? Because you wanted to help! Even when everyone else was too scared… You're sure showing them, huh.

Does it matter if it's Siffrin or not? There's someone out in the freezing cold and probably scared out of their mind. You swallow down your fear. Your body moves on its own and the door swings open once more.

Odile looks at you in surprise. “You know it'd be better to wait right. Siffrin isn't so foolish as to spend an entire night out-” 

concern washed over her face. After the few stories Sif did share, none of you really know what they'd do. 

“Perhaps we should wake some of the townsfolk for help?”

“Well…” Mira starts running a bunch of ideas through her head. “I'm sure there'd be a lot of people willing to help. But there'd also be a lot of people who'd get upset.”

Odile smirks, “I think they'll be fine if it's a request from the saviors of Vaugarde.” 

Mira didn't like using the title of savior for anything but it has been useful lately. It’s not like you all had the money to stay at a cozy inn like this.

“You and Isabeau can ask for help, I'll watch over Boniface. I don't exactly do well in the cold.”

“Ok! We'll do our best to find Siffrin! And then I’m going to kick his crabbing butt until he starts talking to us!”

M'dame smirks “Good peptalk.”

You can tell Mira is trying to pump herself up. It's so cool she can push herself like that. Hopefully, it'll be enough inspiration for you too.

You and Mira step out into the night. The cold wind hits you all at once How can Sif handle cold nights like this? Mira looks so comfy in her fluffy overcoat. You really should have bought one yourself, but it was expensive, and you were hoping for an excuse to cuddle up with Sif. You hope you find him soon. 

It's not long before you notice a shade In the darkless snow. It must be blood from when Sif… you push that thought into the back of your mind and continue. The snowfall already hid any footprints they might have made. With their cloak on, it's no wonder Mira couldn't find them. It was only a small town but there were still so many alleys and crevices for someone to hide in.

It's freezing out. The air bites through your clothes. The new snow layer brightens up the night, but it’s still hard to spot any details not illuminated by the street lamps. You've been knocking on any door you can. Some wake, listen to your story, do what they can to help. That good ol’ Vaugarde support is coming in real handy right now. It’s not long before twenty other people are helping you search, with some going to wake up even more. Poor Mira is feeling awful right now involving so many people, she’s doing her best to keep up a brave face. You're only starting to feel confident because of her. Voiralters is only thrice as big as Dormont. This shouldn’t take much longer. You keep telling yourself that, but it doesn’t make it more believable.

Gotta stay positive! Sure, you haven’t seen a single sign of them in an alleyway. No one has found them hiding out in a shed or under a bridge. Just stay positive, at some point a friendly face is going to shout out that they found him. Sure, a lot of the people are looking a little tired. You’re getting tired too. You should have gone to sleep hours ago. No, you can’t think like that! You’ll find Sif! No matter what!

The cold is starting to get to you. You’re feeling dizzy, ears and fingertips hurting. You want to see him again. Your throat is starting to hurt from calling out. The townsfolk all say the same thing, No sign of the savior in darkless clothes. Mira is thinking you should wait until morning before continuing. You curse under your breath each chance you're alone. Cursing at the crabbing cold, the crabbing situation, at anything to keep your mind running.

Think. Think! Where would Sif go to hide? Would they hide next to a house? No, if they wanted to be alone they would avoid any chance of someone hearing them outside. An alleyway? You’ve triple checked all of them… The nearby woods? Where would you even begin to search? But, it is the only place you haven’t searched yet. And Sif should know how dangerous it is. But it's the only place left. You slap your cheeks. This is no time to doubt yourself! You’re Isabeau! If there’s a change Sif is there, you are going to take it! No more hesitation! Sif wouldn’t ever give up, so you can’t either! You won’t leave him behind again!

You're not the biggest fan of forests. Well, the favor trees are neat and all, but you were never the type to go running into the woods when you were a kid. The ground is so uneven. You end up tripping on a branch, and slam your head into a stump. It hurts, but you can't give up. Blood runs down your forehead, not important, gotta find Sif. Thoughts are starting to tell you that it's hopeless, that you should regroup to the others. The back of your mind only has so much space. Do you even know the way back home? You feel all turned around now. It's hard to make out your foot prints. Wait… footprints! They're way too small to be yours. The canopy was doing its best to slow the descending blanket of snow. With that, you see the footprints leading further in… He's there.

You wouldn't have recognized him without the shaking. From your distance and light, he would have looked like a lump of snow and some moss. But they were shivering. No? Getting closer, you see he's, hyperventilating.

Before you can get closer, he snaps his attention towards you and jumps back. they're getting ready to run. Your mind is, confused. Trying to process so many things at once. Thoughts are fighting each other to swim to the surface, and, the one that comes to mind first is… that you're tired. Your body gives out on its own and you sit down on the snowy floor. Things are a lot clearer now that you're not running everywhere. Sif’s eye is so wide. He looks like a scared prey animal ready to dart away or attack.

“Oh I get it. You were scared when M'dame Odile was checking up on you. Jeez Sif, way to scare everyone like that.”

Sif looked confused. Poor thing. This is just like those times you've needed to coax a cat out of a tree or ditch.

“Oh! How about we try doing a breathing exercise! That usually helps right? Here follow my lead. Breath in…”

Sif seems to relax a bit as they follow your lead. How long were you supposed to hold your breath again? Now is a good a time as any.

“And out!”

They've calmed down a bit, you think. They're looking at you with caution but curiosity as well.

Be reeeal nice if you had some of Bonbon's snacks right now.

“...Sif, we're all worried about you right now. I mean what you did tonight, and how you've been acting the past month. It's clear there's something you're hiding from us.”

Sif raises their guard again. Moonlight bounces off their dagger.

“But, we won't force you to tell us.”

That eases their stance, and also seems to confuse them. You're starting to get a bit uncomfortable by how one sided this has been.

“I mean, unless it starts ending the world again and then you'll have to talk, but like, take your time bud!”

….

“...”

What would Sif do?

“Ok, let's try easing the tension. Tell me if you've heard this one before. What's the best pace to carve something?”

“..?”

“Whittle by whittle!”

“...pfft”

You can't help but smile as Sif tries to stifle his laughter. Yes! Yes!

you're not sure how long you spend, telling puns out in the freezing cold. The others are probably worrying about you by now, and you should definitely get this head injury checked. But… It's nice.  With enough patience, Siffrin begins to creep closer before collapsing near you. Finally feeling safe again.

You let out the sigh of tension you've been holding all night. It's nearly daybreak. It won't be hard to find your way back. You look down at your sleeping companion and get ready to carry them back. You have to accept it now.

This isn't Sif.

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Prom Night Panic - Steve Harrington x Reader

Hawkins High, 1986 Friends to lovers, slow-burn, prom night confession Vibe: soft lighting, soft hearts, soft hair (Steve's, obviously)

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The Hawkins High gym looked like a half-hearted attempt at magic.

Paper stars dangled from the ceiling by curling ribbon. The disco ball spun a little too slowly to really dazzle, and the balloons - some barely clinging to helium - bobbed halfheartedly along the walls. "Crazy for You" by Madonna crackled through the school's aging sound system, doing its best to sell the illusion of romance.

You were dressed to the nines - hair curled, makeup perfect, dress hugging every curve - and still, you felt empty.

Your date had flaked hours ago. Claimed his car wouldn't start. That would've been believable... if you hadn't seen him at the arcade twenty minutes later. You almost didn't come. But Robin had begged. And deep down, you knew you'd regret staying home more than showing up solo.

You walked in with your friends, fake smiles plastered on, your heart still bruised.

Across the gym, Steve stood with Robin, laughing a little too loudly. His maroon suit shouldn't have worked, but of course it did. Hair perfectly Farrah Fawcett'd, smile charming as ever - even if it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Robin elbowed him, subtly nodding in your direction. He followed her gaze, and for a moment, your eyes met.

The world didn't stop. But maybe your heart did.

He smiled first - awkward and warm. You smiled back.

Robin melted into the crowd, and Steve started walking toward you, hands shoved in his pockets like he wasn't entirely sure if he should be doing this.

"Hey," he said, pausing in front of you. "So... prom kinda sucks without a date, huh?"

He let out a nervous laugh. "Thought I'd be here making some girl swoon by now. Guess I peaked in '84."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Steve, tell me something I don't know."

You were teasing, sure - but your voice carried something heavier beneath the sarcasm. A tremble of insecurity you didn't want him to hear. You'd come here trying to pretend your heart wasn't hurting. But standing in front of Steve? That was harder to fake.

He looked you up and down - quick, but not sleazy. His gaze softened. "You look..." He trailed off, then shrugged with a laugh. "I was gonna say 'nice,' but that feels like a crime. You look insane. In, like, a good way."

The song changed. Another slow one. Couples moved to the dance floor, laughter dissolving into soft whispers and slow steps.

Steve shifted on his feet, fidgeting. "I mean... we're already here. We're both alone. Wanna... dance? Just one? No pressure."

You hesitated. Just for a second.

"One dance," you said, slipping your hand into his. "Then someday I can tell my grandkids I danced with the Steve Harrington. Maybe that'll still mean something."

Steve chuckled, leading you onto the floor. "Oh, it'll mean something. I'll make sure of it. Gonna be a household name by then - Harrington Industries or something."

You both laughed as his hand found your waist and the other laced with yours. You swayed in time with the music, the disco ball throwing specks of light across the floor like fireflies.

Silence settled over you. Not awkward - comfortable. Familiar.

"I almost didn't come tonight either," Steve said quietly. "I figured, what's the point without a date, right?" His thumb brushed gently across your hand. "But then I thought... if I stayed home, I'd miss dancing with you. And I guess... I just didn't wanna miss that."

You looked up at him, startled by the softness in his voice.

"Look at you, Harrington. That was almost romantic."

He smirked. "Almost?"

"You're not so bad, Steve, y'know."

His grin softened. "You really think that? That I'm not so bad?"

He leaned in slightly, like he needed the answer more than he wanted to admit.

The music shifted again - another dreamy, lovesick ballad from the Top 40. But neither of you moved.

"I think about you a lot," he said, like he was saying something casual - but his eyes betrayed him. They were wide, searching. "More than I probably should, considering we're just friends."

You froze.

Surely, he didn't mean -

"I - uh, thank you? I guess?"

Steve winced. "Wow, yeah. That sounded way smoother in my head."

He didn't let go of your hand. "I just meant... I think I might've been waiting for a night like this. No pressure, no dates, just us. And suddenly I couldn't stop wondering why I was trying so hard with everyone but you."

His gaze dropped to the floor, then back to yours.

"But maybe I'm reading this all wrong," he added, voice quiet. "I just... couldn't not say it anymore."

You swallowed hard. "Couldn't not say what, Steve?"

He looked at you like he already knew the fallout of his answer - good or bad - but had no choice but to say it anyway.

"That I like you," he said. "Not just tonight. Not just because your date didn't show. I think I've liked you for a while."

His thumb traced your knuckles absentmindedly.

"I was just too chicken to say it, because if you didn't feel the same... I didn't wanna screw up what we have. But standing here? Holding your hand, dancing in this stupid tux with my dumb hair? It feels like I'd regret it more if I kept pretending."

You didn't speak.

You didn't think.

You moved.

Your hand moved up to his cheek, fingers curling against his skin, and you leaned in - pressing your lips to his in a kiss that felt like electricity and warmth and every mixtape-worthy moment all rolled into one.

He didn't hesitate. His arms pulled you in, like he'd been waiting forever. The music became nothing but a background hum, the dance floor melting away around you.

When you pulled back, Steve's forehead rested gently against yours, his breath warm and quick.

"Okay," he whispered. "That definitely means you feel the same... right?"

You laughed, breathless. "Yeah. I feel the same."

Steve grinned - boyish and bright and completely disarming. "Good. That's - good. I was scared I'd totally misread things, and you'd slap me or something."

He glanced around, then back at you. "So... you think we could skip the rest of prom? Get milkshakes or something? Just... you and me?"

You smiled. "A milkshake sounds good."

He exhaled, relieved. "Cool. Let's ditch this joint."

Fingers still tangled in yours, he led you out of the gym and into the night. The air was cool, the sky clear, and for the first time all evening, everything felt right.

Steve opened the car door with a dramatic bow. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady."

And when he started the engine, headlights cutting through the Hawkins dark, you felt it in your chest - like maybe, just maybe, this night would be one you'd remember forever.

I'm thinking of adding a smut part 2 to this... thoughts?

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Here comes the sun. (JJ Maybank x reader) ||

"JJ knew it wasn't right. He knew it from the start. But nothing felt wrong about being with you when you looked at him with those eyes—eyes that seemed to pull him into a world where everything else faded away. Even for a moment. He wasn't supposed to feel this way. He wasn't supposed to let himself get caught up in fleeting moments, quiet confessions and a love that was bound to eat away at everything he had. Even if he didn't have much."

"You actually came.." you muttered after a few moments, not startled by his presence, your arms wrapping around his neck lazily. JJ’s heart was beating rapidly, but his voice was steady despite that as he spoke again. He held onto you tighter, his breath becoming shaky again.”Of course I came.” He muttered into your hair. "You called and I’m gonna keep comin’ every chance I get..”

–„IN WHICH you and JJ blur the line between friendship and something more on a whim, and with the intent to keep things casual. But somewhere along the way things get messy in a way that JJ isn't so sure he is fond of anymore. Especially when he finds himself as the other man.

warnings; cheating, unprotected sex at a party (p in v), overall a toxic ass relationship (inspired entirely by the whole trilogy album by the weeknd)

Thinking back to middle school and how different you looked now it was like putting 2 different people side by side. And even worse, you'd probably bully middle school you. In 7th grade before your life went to shit and you and JJ decided you were gonna explore the power of hormones, you were the complete opposite of what you are right now. With time you changed so much, that now almost in your senior year of high-school, your hair is straight almost all the time and you decided to ditch your glasses for contacts. Plus having a boyfriend like Riley and all the bullshit with JJ changed you a lot. Not that you'd admit that to yourself. Riley was the type of kook who liked to show off his girlfriends. He didn't wanna be caught with a nerdy looking, fluffy hair sporting tomboy dangling off his arm at parties and events. So you were forced into a glow up, and to ditch any relevant hobby you had. Surfing? fishing? skating? none of those were allowed in Riley's world.

Maybe that was the main reason you despised said boy. He was just like your parents, entitled and condescending. He liked to mansplain things to you that he didn't need to, and he only took you to parties to show you off. At times you wondered if that was all it was gonna be of your life, if you were gonna be forced to marry Riley down the line and live on the island while you drank half a bottle of wine every night before sleeping.

So here you were, straightening your hair in the mirror after doing your makeup and getting dressed for some house party that your boyfriend was taking you to. He came back from his vacation the next day after you hooked up and argued with JJ, resulting in him to leave, which was inconvenient because you weren't feeling exactly up to interacting with Riley after your fight with JJ. A part of you knew he'd call you drunk again and you'd let him back in your bed, or you'd show up to his place after getting plastered. That's just how it was. Or even better you'd end up leaving with him tonight from the house party. That didn't sound better, in fact it seemed like the worst outcome for the night. But hey, your whole life is one big series of bad outcomes.

JJ walked through the loud, crowded party, already a couple of beers in and on his way to getting shitfaced. He still hadn’t quite gotten over his argument with you, but there was a part of him that just wanted to forget the whole thing, and that’s where the alcohol came in. His eyes ran over the people at the party, some couples and some groups of friends, the sight of it bringing an unpleasantly familiar feeling back to the pit of his stomach. JJ liked kook parties because if he didn't got in trouble no one actually paid attention. Sometimes he managed to snort some lines if he charmed a kook girl on top of hooking up with her.

His eyes kept roaming around the party, seeing couples and friend groups of all sorts while taking another long drink. He was starting to wonder if he was gonna be stuck there the whole night, alone, when he finally saw something that caught his attention. He couldn’t help but do a double-take when he saw that it was you, right there at the party, with your boyfriend. And suddenly he was pissed all over again.

He felt the familiar pang of jealousy in his stomach, seeing you there with your boyfriend, like everything was perfect between the two of you. The two of you were the perfect couple, and that stung more than he would ever admit to himself. He found himself looking you over, noting the differences from the last time he saw you, the way you looked all dolled up for your boyfriend, and before he knew it he was headed over to you.

He wasn’t thinking right now, he couldn’t think straight even if he wanted to, which of course he didn’t. Seeing you like this brought out the worst, most jealous parts of him, and he didn’t bother to stop himself as he made a straight beeline over to you. He felt an intense mix of anger, jealousy, bitterness, and a touch of something else that he didn’t want to think about when he approached you.

He didn’t even bother with a greeting, walking straight up to you and grabbing your arm as he pulled you away from your friends, away from your boyfriend, away from anyone else who was there. He was seeing red right now, anger completely consuming him as he lead you to some secluded-looking corner out of sight.

You were a bit taken aback by the roughness of his hold and by the fact that he didn't greet you before doing so. You were surprised a little as he dragged you away from the living room, towards one of the more darker hallways, the music from the party still loud, but not too loud to assault your eardrums.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been this angry, and it was almost overwhelming as he let go of your arm once the two of you were out of sight. He stood there in front of you, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists as he tried to calm himself down. When he spoke, his voice was low and cold, the words coming out slowly through gritted teeth. “What the hell are you doing here?”

"It's a party..." you mumbled, your brows furrowed in a confused expression as you leaned against the wall.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes wandering over you again, taking in your outfit, everything you had done to yourself to dress up just so you could look good for your boyfriend. It sent a wave of anger through him, and the alcohol in his system made it harder for him to control his temper.

"Yes, i’m aware of that. What i’m asking is why the hell are you here?”

"I'm sorry? Am i not allowed to go to parties anymore?" you grimaced at him shaking your head at his question, "what the hell is that supposed to mean is my question?"

He let out a scoff, almost a laugh really, as he took a step closer to you, his eyes almost glowing. The sight of you all dolled up for Riley pissed him off more than he wanted to admit to himself. Anger and frustration simmered just below the surface, and he just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"You know exactly what the hell it’s supposed to mean. You’re here with your goddamn boyfriend."

"And what the fuck am i supposed to do, huh? Not show my face in public in case you get pissed?" you rolled your eyes, fixing him with a glare and running your hand through your hair. You were still confused as to why he was having this talk with you, but you could tell he was drunk.

He clenched his jaw, his anger rising again as he stepped even closer to you until he was basically just inches away. The alcohol in his system made everything worse, and he could barely hold back now.

"You don’t think it pisses me off to see you here, looking all dolled up for your little boyfriend? Showing everybody what a goddamn perfect couple you two are?"

"I'm just wearing a skirt and a crop top. It's the middle of the summer JJ.. i don't do everything for validation." you scoffed tilting your head to the side. He had the nerve to comment on your outfit? and act like you were doing something wrong? When he was the one that left the last time you talked?

He was too drunk and too angry to notice how ridiculous he was being. The sight of you dolled up just sent him over the edge, the thought of Riley putting his hands on you made him sick to his stomach.

"You act like you don’t know exactly what it does. Wearing that little skirt and top, showing off your body for everybody here to see. You trying to get everybody, including Riley’s attention or just mine?”

Your expression hardened, planting your hands on his chest and shoving him back a little, "fuck you! don't be a dick just cause you're drunk, yeah?"

He stumbled back as you shoved him, almost losing his balance but he corrected himself in time to keep standing. He chuckled darkly, clearly getting more and more angry.

"Oh, I’m the dick? I’m not the one flaunting around like a slut in front of everybody."

That was the comment that did it for you. Plus the stress you were under and the whole day just crashing down onto you you slapped him clean across the face, not holding back at all as soon as the word left his mouth. Immediately regretting the gesture but too stunned to speak up and apologize for a few moments.

He froze, the sting from the slap on his cheek sending a sting through his head. He stood silently for a moment, his face now directed away from you as he slowly raised a hand to touch where you had slapped him. His eyes were wide, not from pain or shock, but rather because he couldn’t believe you had actually let go of your temper on him. It wasn’t the first time, of course, but it had been a long time.

He slowly looked back over to you, his expression completely unreadable. He knew he had pushed too far, going too far with his drunk and bitter ramblings, but he was too damn proud to admit it to himself, let alone to you, and pride was all he had right now.

So instead of backing down and apologizing for his actions, he clenched his jaw and stepped toward you again, closing the distance between the 2 of you.

You felt bad but once he started towards you, you raised one finger pointing it to him, "Don't you dare get close to me. Don't touch me or speak to me ever again, yeah?" you warned him lowly, anger burning in your eyes as you looked straight into his blue ones in the dim lighting of the hallway you were in.

He laughed again, a bitter scoff as he grabbed your wrist tightly and pinned it against the wall beside your head, forcing you to be face to face with him.

"Or what, huh? You’re gonna slap me again? You gonna scream and shout until someone comes to save you? You gonna go running to your goddamn boyfriend for help?”

"No, i slapped you because you crossed a line. And that's something that i thought couldn't happen when it came to us.." you scoffed as well, your expression incredulous and truly pissed now.

His expression hardened, his jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed at you. He was still way too drunk to just drop the argument, a part of him was also just completely unable to stop himself from lashing out now.

"Oh, please, don’t start with that bullshit. You’re the one who started seeing Riley in the first place, without so much as giving me a heads-up."

"We were still best friends when i started seeing Riley! All of this bullshit between us started after i got a boyfriend. Think about that a second yeah?" you stepped closer, not backing away either, a hint of bitterness in your voice thinking about how simple it was when you were just friends, "..and stay away from while you're at it."

He clenched his jaw as you continued, his anger growing hotter and hotter. The bitter comments were only doing more to rile him up, and he couldn’t seem to just shut his mouth. All of a sudden a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips.

"And why should I? Hm? You’re the one who’s still letting me come over at night."

"Yeah well maybe you switch to sleeping over at Kiara's from now on.. " you sneered up at him, remembering how harshly he spoke to you 5 days ago, "since she seems to be less of a slut than me.." you added sarcastically.

His jaw clenched tightly at your comment, both in anger and a stab of hurt. He stepped closer until he was just inches from your face, his eyes locked on yours. He wanted to look away, to break eye contact, but he couldn’t. Despite it all, he was still so damn captivated by you.

He was quiet for a few moments, his mind racing for something to say, something to prove he wasn’t bothered by your bitter remark. But his alcohol-muddled brain kept coming up blank, leaving him with nothing but his own anger and hurt. Until finally, it suddenly came to him like a lightbulb.

"You’re only upset because you’re jealous."

"Maybe! you're allowed to call me names out of jealousy, but i can't?" you scoffed incredulously, "take the double standard and shove it up your fucking ass. I'm tired of you putting the blame on me and me only when you feel like it, and then threaten to date Kiara.. knowing just how much i dislike her now. I'm fucking exhausted."

"And why exactly do you dislike her now? Hm?"

He stepped closer again, not breaking eye contact. Your words were starting to get to him, they were pissing him off even more than before. But he also couldn’t help how the thought of you actually being jealous was making his heart flutter a bit in spite of his anger.

"Cause she's a slut. And she ruined the whole friend group by doing what she does best, lead people on. I miss my best friends.... and there's no way i can go back to hanging out with everyone knowing Kiara fucked Pope, led him on, kissed John B and is now after JJ. I just can't. I have every reason to be bitter and jealous." you rambled angrily, your face contorting into a sad and angry scowl as you spoke.

He clenched his jaw, feeling like he’d just been slapped again. The words stung, especially because he knew you weren’t wrong. Kiara had destroyed a lot of friendships after she showed up and tried to make everyone hate each other. But still, he felt the need to defend his friend, even while he knew you weren’t entirely wrong. "Don’t be harsh on her. You don’t know what her side of the story is.."

Your expression contorted into an unknown one. He was defending her again. And of course the fact that called you a slut earlier didn't help either. You were suddenly back to middle school, when Kiara was obviously aware that the 3 pogues had crushes on her, including JJ who you had liked since forever. It was always like that, she was always spared of any anger or blame while you were stuck being bitter and almost never having any sort of luck. Kiara was always gonna win and you were gonna be left with an unhappy marriage and no friends after college.

You frowned, falling completely silent and studying him. The sounds of the party music and chatter was all that could be heard for almost an entire minute while you debated what to say. Even while hooking up with you for months he still wasn't over his stupid crush on her and he was now hurting you at the expanse of it.

He could tell exactly what was going through your head, and he suddenly started to regret his decision to defend Kiara. You were right, he should be sticking with you and taking your side. You were still always there for him, always cared about him, and he did nothing but return your affections with biting comments and indifference.

He was getting tired of seeing that sad, bitter look on your face, and the guilt in his stomach only grew when you said nothing. Part of him wondered if he had gone too far this time.

You turned, your frown deepening as you started to make your way down the dim hallway with the intention to get back to the party. You weren't gonna take any of this anymore. The guilt, bitterness and anger were weighing down on you and it was heavy. He had no right to lash out on you like this, not when he started this to try and get over Kiara while you did it because you genuinely loved him. The whole boyfriend situation was complicated and you knew he wouldn't understand. Probably blame you for it. So the best thing was to just.. walk away.

His eyes widened as you moved past him down the hallway, realization dawning on him that you were trying to leave. He let you pass him for a moment before he quickly jumped up and chased after you, grabbing your wrist to stop you. "Wait, sweetheart, stop- don't walk away-"

He tightened his grip on you, not letting you get any further, not until he could explain himself and make things right. He hated the idea of you possibly walking back out into that party, knowing that you weren't even gonna be able to enjoy yourself anymore, and all because of him. He knew he was responsible, and he knew that he had hurt you, but he didn't want you to leave right now. "Just- stay for a minute, will you? I just wanna talk."

The petname caught you off guard, and you stopped walking, although you didn’t turn to look at him. The nickname he sometimes used made you feel a rush of different emotions, and you didn’t know what to do. You almost felt pathetic about how the single word caused your heart to quicken like this, even though you didn’t have the right to feel that way.

He noticed your response to the nickname, and he squeezed your wrist gently, almost as if to encourage you to turn around and face him. He knew that one stupid word was one of your weaknesses, and he silently cursed himself for letting it slip when he still needed you to listen to whatever bullshit apology he was about to give you.

"Please, look at me, sweetheart..”

You turned around hesitantly, raising your brows as soon as you locked eyes with him, silently urging him to say whatever he had to say before you actually walked away.

He swallowed thickly, letting go of your wrist and looking into your eyes as he tried to find the right words.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that about Kiara.. or the bit about your boyfriend. I’ve been drinking and I just-“

He swallowed again, his heart constricting with guilt at the memory of the bitter expression on your face. “I just don’t want you to leave, not like this.”

You looked to the side, still silent as you listened to his words. You probably had been in this situation countless times, with him lashing out and then apologizing. And yet you could never walk away. Not fully anyway. Your gaze flicked to the side for a bit, mulling over your options and trying to decide what to do, your mind coming blank.

He watched intently as you said nothing, staying silent for what felt like ages as you tried to come to some conclusion. He watched your eyes dart away, and the feeling of anxiety grew in his stomach, wondering what you would do.

“Please say something, anything. You can hit me again, yell at me, anything you’re thinking of doing right now I’ll let you. I’ll do anything, just don’t leave, please.”

Your eyes snapped back to his face as soon as he spoke, a grimace tugging at your features, "I'm not-.. I'm not gonna hit you again, jesus christ JJ.."

JJ’s expression softened, a pang of guilt shooting through him again as he saw the look on your face. He knew you didn’t like hurting him like that. He took a step closer, trying to get eye-level with you as he spoke again.

“Please, just don’t leave me right now. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for all the shitty things I said, I just.. I don’t want you to leave, okay? I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

He didn’t know how to explain why he suddenly, desperately didn’t want you to leave. Maybe it was alcohol talking, or maybe he was just tired of being in a constant emotional tug-of-war with you. He didn’t realize it but he subconsciously put a hand on your waist, lightly holding you closer as if silently pleading with you to stay. He desperately needed you to not leave right now, to not leave him alone in the silence of the night, with nothing but his thoughts and the memories of your body.

"..You know we can't stay here all night right?" you spoke after a few moments of silence, your tone a bit hesitant and more broken than earlier.

His heart skipped a beat as you finally spoke, and before he could stop himself, he pulled you closer. The sudden need to hold you, to know that you wouldn’t leave the second he let go was now overwhelming.

“No, I get that. But for right now, just.. stay.” He tried not to sound desperate, but his voice still came out pleading and slightly strained.

You looked around the hallway you were in, it was a more secluded part of the house but there still could be people walking around. Not to mention that Riley could be looking for you by now. The music from the party was still a background sound as you stood there silently, grabbing his hand almost hesitantly and dragging him into one of the rooms, shutting the door softly. It was better to be in here than out there anyway.

He followed you inside the small room, being as quiet as was possible for a drunk, stumbling mess. The door shut, and they were alone. There was a small bed in the corner, a wardrobe, a few boxes stacked against the wall, but the details of the room weren’t all that important. What mattered was that you had pulled him into this room and weren’t leaving.

He closed the distance between the two of you until you were up against the wall, his body almost pressing against yours.

He studied your face, taking in the fact that you were still here, you were still with him, you were not pushing him away but letting him keep you close. Something in him settled almost instantly, his eyes scanning every contour of your face as he took a moment to simply look at you.

He was definitely drunk, he could feel himself swaying slightly, the booze messing with his balance. He took another step closer, pressing against you now, one arm on the wall next to your head and the other on your hip, holding onto you tightly still.

Despite being at the party still, the house well crowded in the main part where the kitchen and living room were, this side of the house where you and JJ were seemed almost abandoned. The room was dark and almost entirely silent, save for distant thump of the obnoxious party music muffled even more by the door you were leaning against. You could feel he was drunk, could smell on his breath along with the weed he probably smoked. But you were buzzed too, your guard lower than usual. At least when it came to JJ. You knew what was about to happen, and a part of was hoping it wouldn't. But it wasn't like you were gonna push him away.

The silence was deafening, but for a change neither of you tried to fill it with the usual bickering or insults. Instead, JJ’s mind was focused on more of the physical aspect of you, his eyes drifting to your lips and then back to your eyes. Even through the slight drunken haze, his mind still recognized how close the two of you were. He subconsciously licked his lips as he stared at yours, before meeting your eyes again, his own filled with some kind of desire that made it even harder for his brain to focus on anything else.

When he licked his lips your eyes darted down almost instantly. It had been almost 6 days of not interacting with JJ, and you were starved in a way. To put it lightly, of course. It didn't help that Riley wasn't the best guy out there at well... having sex. So you were starved in way. Although you'd never admit to JJ out of people that he was better at making you finish or, turning you on for that matter. It will go to his head. "I.. i just can't- i need to kiss you." you muttered without realizing cupping his face and bringing your lips to his without finishing the small statement fully.

His lips instinctively responded the moment you kissed him, years of practice in these quick, messy makeouts coming back to him as he kissed you. Despite all the alcohol and weed and whatever else he had been drinking, your lips against his felt like a shock to his system, and suddenly all the pent up frustration and desire from the past few days came bubbling to the surface. His hand slipped from your hip to your thighs, grabbing it and practically pulling you up against him.

The kiss was messy and desperate, full of a kind of need that both of you hadn’t been even been realizing you were ignoring. JJ’s hands slowly began to wander up your body as his tongue pushed past your lips, moving against your own like before. Except this time, he felt more urgent, his hands gripping and pulling at you, as if he was desperate to just be as close as possible.

As you kissed back with the same messy fervor you could feel him pulling you closer and slamming you against the door or the wall every once in a while, your hands tugging at his hair. You took the time to bite on his lower lip, rather harshly now that you thought about it. But in the moment you didn't care, you kept on returning the kiss, small sounds escaping your lips and being muffled into his.

He grunted as you bit his lip, his mind too distracted by your actions to care very much. JJ’s hands pushed up your shirt, running over your skin like he was starved for it, as if he needed to touch every inch of you to remind himself you were right here, right in front of him, after so many days. One of his hands found its way back to your thighs, his grip so hard it would probably leave a bruise on your skin, pulling you even closer against him.

He broke away for a moment, his lips moving to your neck, trailing over your skin in a way that almost seemed worshipful. He moved down, nipping and sucking at your pulse point, just like he knew you loved. It was like his brain had forgotten all the bullshit that had led both of you to this moment, all the stupid things he’d said, and all the things you both were ignoring just to get a few moments of this.

"Hope it hurt.." you mumbled as he kissed down your jaw and across your throat, referring to the small bite on his lip just a few seconds ago. Despite the words you were still clinging to him, your hands carding through his hair and tugging at it gently.

“God, shut up.” He mumbled against your skin, his voice almost as quiet as yours. The way your hands were pulling at his hair nearly made him shiver, and if he wasn’t half-drunk and half-stoned he probably would’ve been embarrassed by it. A part of him hated how easily you had so much control over him, especially right now when he was supposed to be angry at you. But of course, you knew just how to push his buttons and drive him insane.

"Revenge for calling me a slut.." you spoke quietly once again, still tugging him closer, smirking to yourself.

He paused as you spoke, his teeth gently nipping at the skin on your collarbone. He let out a breath, his hands holding you tightly in place as he fought against the way your words affected him, the way they pulled at something in his chest. He huffed as he spoke, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

“..it’s not my fault you practically act like one.”

"You're such a dick.." you huffed, a mixture of annoyance and desire. You brought your hands to his face again, raising it a bit to kiss him roughly once again.

“And you’re a pain in my ass-“ He huffed in response, his words interrupted by your rough kiss. Any other moment his ego would’ve taken pride in the way you were pulling and grasping at him, but he was too distracted by the feel of your lips against his.

”And a brat..”

"Asshole.." you insulted him after pulling back a little and then kissing him again after taking a small breath.

He grunted in response, his hands grabbing your hips and slamming you between him and the wall. His body was pressed against yours entirely, and he was practically trapping you in place. It was like he was trying to pin you with just his body, both in annoyance and desperate need. He broke away from the kiss to breathe, his chest against yours as he spoke, his words low and almost breathless.

“..and a menace-“

"Jerk.." you cut him off again, your hands still holding onto his jaw to bring him back into the kiss after mumbling the words.

“God, you’re insufferable..” He grumbled, but his actions showed he didn’t mean it. He was practically gripping you to his chest in an almost possessive manner, but he couldn’t even find it in himself to care anymore. All he cared about in that moment was the feel of your lips on his, the taste of your tongue on his mouth, the way you were clinging to him as much as he was holding on to you.

"And you're annoying.." you whispered back, your words a breathless whisper between kisses.

He made a soft, annoyed noise in the back of his throat in response, his hands grabbing your hips and picking you up so he was holding you against the wall by the door. He pressed himself against you, pinning you in place with his body, before his mouth moved down from your lips to your neck. He started to place lazy, messy kisses against your skin as he spoke once again.

“Yeah? Well, you’re obnoxious..”

"..You're a dickhead.." you tugged on his hair to emphasize the words, your arms wrapping around his neck lazily for support.

He grumbled against your neck, the feeling of you tugging his hair causing him to let out an almost guttural sound from the back of his throat. He nipped at your skin in retaliation, his hands squeezing your thighs as he spoke against your neck.

“..And you’re a brat..”

"Already called me that. Scumbag.." you scoffed breathlessly, his rings digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held you up against the door.

“I’ll call you it as many times as I want..” He responded in a similar manner, his hands sliding under your ass as he practically slammed you against the wall. He was practically pinning you in place with his body, your legs hooked around his waist as he nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving a trail of dark hickeys on your skin.

"Keep it original. Idiot.." you mumbled, the sound mixed with a soft grunt as he slammed you against the wall a little.

“Idiot,” he mumbled in a mocking tone, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter as he continued marking your neck with red and purple marks. He kept you pinned to the wall, his body practically pressed against every inch of you as he spoke again, his words half-whispered against your skin.

“..you got a big mouth, you know that?”

"And you're an insufferable asshole.." you grumbled as he mocked you, brows furrowing before you brought him for another rough and messy kiss.

He let out a slight scoff at that, but it was quickly stifled by your kiss as he returned it just as roughly, his tongue invading your mouth and practically tasting every inch of it. He nipped and practically sucked on your lower lip as he bit back a whimper.

After a few more heated moments, he broke the kiss once again, his head falling to rest against your shoulder as he tried to gather himself. He was panting against you, the sound of his breathing hot and ragged against your ear as he spoke.

“..God, you’re a pain in my ass..”

"You already said that one too... jerk.." you bit back, your breath ragged at little as you dug your nails into his scalp gently.

He made a slight scoff, the sound coming out as a soft grunt as you dug your nails into his scalp. He shivered slightly, a soft moan getting caught in his throat as he spoke, almost unable to sound like his usual cocky self as he tried to fight the effect you had on him.

“..Yeah, well I can say it as many times as I want.”

"No you can't.." you argued back almost instantly through the haze of annoyance and arousal.

“Yes I can..” He replied almost instantly in a similar manner, his voice coming out half-stuttered and half-groggy. One of his hands moved up to grab your chin, his fingers tilting your face to the side so he could attack your neck once again.

”..Cause you’re a brat, darlin’..”

"And you're a dickhead, asshole, dumbass.." you scoffed in the same breathless tone, relishing in the way his north Carolinian accent was slipping through more as he got more turned on.

At being called a dickhead, he bit down roughly on the soft skin of your neck, wanting to give a taste of his own medicine for a change. He smirked against your skin at the sound of your gasp, his grip on your chin becoming rougher as he spoke.

“You’re not any better, darlin’. I’m not the one with the boyfriend out there..”

"Shut the fuck up.." you mumbled lowly, bringing him for yet another rough kiss, biting down on his lip once again while kissing him.

He grunted slightly when you bit his lip, bringing his other hand up to grab your hip and pull you towards him once again. The kiss was hot and intense, the taste of his blood on your tongue and the feeling of your body against his was starting to leave him dizzy.

He let out a low moan, the sound coming out slightly whinier than he would’ve liked as his fingers dug into the soft skin of your hip.

He pulled away after a few seconds, the heat between the two of you starting to become almost unbearable. As he broke the kiss, he spoke, his voice low and ragged, just barely above a whisper.

“..Fuck, I hate you so much..”

"I hate you more.." you responded instantly, your brows furrowing a little as you locked eyes with his, dropping your gaze to his bottom lip which was now bleeding a little, a pleased glint in your eyes.

He huffed out a small, breathless laugh as you looked at his lip, his mind and body both being assaulted with the feeling of your body pressed up against his and the look in your eyes when you looked at his lip.

"Yeah, right. I hate you the mos-.." He started to reply, only to cut himself off with a slight hiss as you brought your tongue to the bite mark and licked it.

You cupped his face and brought him closer a little, to lick the blood from his split lip slowly, smirking as you managed to cut his sentence off.

He practically shivered in your grip as your tongue traced along his lip. His grip on your hip and chin tightened as he leaned into your touch, his eyes now squeezed shut as he let out another stifled noise.

“..F-fuck..”

You tugged on his lip a little after licking the blood off, your eyes roaming over his face after pulling back just a little.

He let out a soft keen, the sound coming out against his will, just as you tugged on his lip. It was embarrassing how much power you had over him at this point, his breath becoming ragged as you looked over his face.

"Y-you're a.. sadistic piece of work..." He breathed out, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at you.

"And you're a massive masochist.." you chuckled, your hands still cupping his face, eyes fixed on his slit lip in the dim light.

He huffed again, the sound coming out almost like a scoff as he tried to regain a part of his usual cockiness. But the tone of it was undermined by the slight stutter through his labored breath as he spoke.

"Says the one who loves tasting my blood.."

"That's cause I'm a vampire.." you grinned slowly, your words teasing as you felt him press you against the door even more, your legs wrapping around his waist even tighter.

He rolled his eyes at your comment, scoffing again. His arms wrapped around your legs, holding you up as he slowly, almost mindlessly, began to rock against you.

"Mm-hmm, and I'm the pope.." He retorted sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at you as he leaned down and lightly nipped your ear.

He could feel your breath getting more and more labored as he continued to slowly grind against you, the movement becoming almost automatic at this point. He leaned down to press his face against your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin.

"Are you gonna get rid of me with a cross and some holy water?" you asked quietly, half focused on the distant party sounds, the other half growing more aroused from his actions and kisses.

He chuckled darkly against the skin of your neck, his tongue darting out to taste the skin in a quick tease before replying. His hips rolled against you, slowly increasing the speed at which he was pressing you against the door. "No, I was thinking something more like fire and brimstone to get rid of an evil little thing like you..."

"Didn't know you knew how to speak so romantically.." you mumbled sarcastically, his words amusing you even in midst of arousal and lust.

He tsked at your comment, nipping at your neck again in soft retaliation before he muttered lowly against your skin. "Romantic, I'm not. Sarcastic and bitter and generally too stupid to know left from right? Sure. But romantic?" He spoke the word sardonically, his mouth moving back to your ear with another bite.

"Yeah.. that's more like it. That sounds like the JJ i know and detest.." you preened, grinning as he continued to kiss lazily across your neck, toying with the hair on the back of his neck.

He grumbled out something like a 'shut up' against your skin, leaning his weight against you as he slowly lost focus on the conversation. His hands slid downwards, gripping your thighs as he continued to move against you, the friction from his clothes against yours only making him feel impatient, needing to feel more than just a barrier between the two of you.

He huffed, his breath coming out in pants against your skin, moving back from your neck to look down at you, his hands still gripping your thighs.

"Why.. why do you have to be wearing so many damn clothes right now..?"

"Cause i probably need to remind you that we're still at a party.. with tens of people roaming around in the main part of this house.." you replied, chuckling breathlessly.

He rolled his eyes again, leaning his head forward to rest against your shoulder with a frustrated sigh. His hands gripped your thighs a bit tighter at your words, as if the reminder that they were at a party only served to heighten his impatience even more.

"Damnit... why are you always so infuriatingly logical.."

"Cause you're just a tad bit dumber than i expect every time.." you chuckled, still carding you finger through his hair lazily, head tilted back to rest against the door.

He grunted at your comment, not even bothering to deny it as he leaned his head back down closer to your neck, his teeth immediately lightly sinking into your skin again. It was his attempt at a little retaliation for calling him dumb, his mouth moving along the area in a lazy, almost mindless motion. "Shut it, smartass..."

He groaned as he continued, feeling the familiar aching between his legs as he continued to move against you, your words and the feel of your legs around his waist driving him insane in that moment. The fact that they were still at a party only served to spike his need even more, knowing that he would have to be as quiet as possible, especially once he got to the part he had been thinking of all night. He let out another quiet, almost frustrated-sounding grumble against you neck.

If you weren't 2 or so drinks in already, you would've been embarrassed by how easily you got turned on by just kissing JJ and having him press you up against the door like that. But you weren't, your hands clutching at his hair almost desperately as you relished under the feeling of his hips grinding against you and his lips on your neck. Small breathless moans were escaping past your lips, head tilted back against the door, your breathing ragged.

He smiled against your skin, the sound of your moans like music to his ears. They were quiet and a bit stifled, but he could still hear the breathy sound, and it was fueling his own need to hear more of them. His hips bucked against you more, the feeling of your hands in his hair just making him want more of you, more of your sounds, and to touch you more, to feel you against him without any barrier.

He pulled away again to look at you, his eyes looking almost feral as his breathing slowly became a bit more ragged and heavy, his face slightly flushed. There was a slight frown on his face as he looked at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and messy hair.

He leaned in, his mouth pressed against your ear as he spoke, his tone low and almost possessive in the way it came out of his mouth, "God, you look like sin right now.."

You could feel everything with the way his body was pressing you up into the door with your legs wrapped around his waist. His hands resting under the denim skirt you were wearing, pushing it up a little bit more with every movement of his hips, fingertips skimming over the waistband of your lacy underwear. You let out a small, breathless laugh at his words, still moving your fingers through his hair almost desperately. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you were waiting for this. Waiting till you both got drunk and alone so you could get to feel his hair between your fingers and hear him speak into your ear with that voice full of lust. It was like it would revive you back to life.

He hummed at the sound of your small laugh, feeling how you ran your hands through his hair, the motion making him shiver a little. It was like a small spark of electricity shooting through his spine, the feeling of you just gently running your fingers through his hair almost too much for him to bear in that moment.

One of his hands snuck under your skirt, slowly skimming up and down between your legs, his hand moving along the lace of your underwear, almost teasing you.

He let out a small, almost frustrated sounding scoff as his fingers continued to skirt along the edge of the lace. Even though it was just the touch of his fingers, he could feel how your breath hitched, it was almost maddening.

"Why do you have to wear this.."

He spoke almost as if he was complaining to himself, his fingers slowly tracing over the lace a little more purposefully this time.

"My underwear?" you asked, teeth digging into your bottom lip to suppress a small moan as the feeling of his fingers skimmed over your clothed core.

He groaned a little at the sight of your teeth digging into your lip, his body and head moving in a little closer to you as his fingers continued to tease you a bit, the feeling of the lace against his skin driving him insane.

"Mhm, yeah... Why the hell are you wearing these.." He grumbled a little, his fingers slowly moving to grip the edge of the lace. He didn't pull it yet, but they were definitely a little more firm and almost possessive in the movement.

"Cause I'm wearing a relatively short skirt..? wouldn't it be crazy if i went out without underwear in a skirt?" you asked in amusement at his question and whiny tone of his voice, your fingers carding through his hair as you let your eyes flutter open to glance at him in the semi-darkness of the room you were in.

He huffed a little in response, his eyes looking up at you from where they were looking at the lace as you looked down at him. You could see the slight frown on his face, but his eyes were looking like a man possessed as he spoke, almost like he didn't even notice how desperate he sounded.

"Doesn't matter, you should be wearing something else... These are driving me insane.." He grumbled, his fingers gently gripping the lace again.

He was getting more and more frustrated just talking about it, just feeling the lace under his fingers enough to drive him up the wall. You were practically squirming under his touch, and he loved it, but he wasn't fully satisfied, and neither were you. The thought of it only made him more agitated and on edge.

With a small scoff, he finally pulled the edge of the lace to the side, his fingers touching you directly for a split second before pulling away again.

At his bold move of pulling the lace to the side, one of your hands reached between the 2 of you a bit clumsily, your fingers skimming past the button of his cargo shorts, the other arm wrapped around his neck securely in a practiced and familiar way from months of hooking up at parties like these in secret.

He was so occupied paying attention to his own movements and your reactions that he barely noticed your fingers slipping down to his shorts, catching up in the moment and not paying much attention to anything outside it. As soon as he felt your hand on his button, he froze like a deer in headlights and looked down at you in surprise. His wide eyes almost seemed to grow a tiny bit darker.

“What the hell are you doing..? ”

"Well what the hell are you doing?" you raised one brow, referring to the fact that he just moved your underwear to the side a few seconds ago, your fingers skimming past the small button of his shorts before snapping it open. You knew it'd be easy to just.. given the position you were in, with your legs wrapped around him and him pressing you up into the door.

“That’s different..”

His response was almost immediate, a frown pulling at his lips as he tried to defend his boldness. Though, he couldn’t hold it for very long, not when he was so distracted by the feel of your legs wrapped around him and your fingers slowly slipping past the open front of his shorts.

He tried to keep his facial expressions neutral, but he couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat when your fingers brushed against him.

His breath was coming out a little quicker now, his mind reeling from the heat of the moment. But he was still determined to maintain the smallest bit of control he could over himself and the situation. JJ tried his best to seem unbothered as he looked down at you, studying your expression for any sign of what you were thinking.

“You’re gonna get us caught, y’know.. we’re at a party. Anyone could walk in.. “

He pointed out, voice sounding strained as his eyes flickered from the door back to your still wandering hands.

"We have to be quick.." you spoke, a small tipsy smile pulling at your lips as you let your hand slip past his boxers slowly, wrapping around him gently.

He shuddered as he felt you wrap your hand around him, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as a low moan slipped out before he could stop it. His head fell forward, resting on your shoulder as he tried to get himself to calm down and focus.

It was hard to think straight when you were touching him, let alone try to get himself to put a stop to it. He took a shuddering breath, his voice raspy as he spoke against your neck.

“F-fuck.. we’ll have to be..”

The heat in his face and in his stomach, the way all his thoughts were slowly unraveling from the feel of your hand, the feeling of your body against him.. he was definitely in no state to be making smart or rational decisions. He could feel the familiar fire of need and desire building up in him, and it was driving him nearly insane. It would be a miracle if they were able to be quiet enough to not get caught.

He tried to focus and gather any bit of mental strength he had left to keep himself together, but the more you moved your hand, the more JJ lost control. His breath was coming out quick now, every breath ending in a small moan as his eyes fluttered shut.

He tried to think of something to keep the control from going completely to you, but there were no coherent sentences that weren’t filthy and just downright needy coming to mind as he let out a low whine.

His hand moved on instinct and in sync with yours as they moved your underwear to the side further to make room for himself as your hand slipped him past the confines of his boxers. You couldn't see much of what you were doing but you both could feel it, watching his face intently in the semi darkness of the room you were both hiding away in from the party.

He knew he probably looked like a wreck, his head falling onto your shoulder as he tried to keep himself together somewhat. The way he was panting against your neck as he gripped your hip, his mind was blank and all he knew was the feeling you were giving him, the feel of you against him. It was hard to find the willpower to speak, it was all he could do not to moan out loud. In the back of his mind, he was still wary about being caught and getting them both in trouble.

He tried to think of something, anything to say, but all that came out was the small, low noises that he couldn’t keep down any longer. His hands gripped your skin tighter, his body felt like it was on fire as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his eyes shutting tighter as his breaths came out in small little pants, the words slipping past his lips before he could even hold them back.

“F-Fuck, please-“

He couldn’t even hold back his noises anymore, the small moans and groans coming straight out as he tried to muffle them against your skin, his nose buried in your neck. He knew you were both supposed to be keeping quiet, afraid of being discovered, but he couldn’t care less right now, all he cared about was the feeling of you and the way you were taking care of him.

You wanted to prolong the teasing but as you felt him brush softly against your core, just barely, you knew you were both desperate for it. With a swift movement you let him slip inside, a small raw sounding moan escaping your lips, head tilting back against the door you were pressed up against by his body.

He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a guttural moan as he felt himself slide inside you, his eyes still squeezed shut as he tried to keep himself together. He was gripping your hip tightly, like a lifeline, as he started letting out small, shaky breaths against your skin, his mind in too much of a daze to form any coherent thoughts. The feeling of you around him was almost overwhelming, and he buried his face in your neck again, trying to stay somewhat coherent and sane.

He wanted to go slow, to take his time because he knew you both didn’t have much time usually, but it was getting harder and harder for his mind to keep up. His hips jerked a little, making him let out another low moan as he let go of your hip to slide his hand under your shirt, his fingers tracing along your skin with a sort of need, like it was the only thing that could ground him. Being inside you right now was almost driving him to the edge quicker than usual, and he knew he needed to regain control not to finish too quickly.

"God JJ that feels so good..." you mumbled almost incoherently, both of your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, fingers playing the hair at the back of his neck, your head already spinning from the feeling of him in that particular position.

He let out a shaky moan at your words, the feeling of your hands playing with his hair almost sending shivers down his spine. Your voice sounded so perfect at this moment, and he desperately wanted to hear you say those kinds of things to him more often. The way you were saying his name sounded so good, and he tried to muffle another loud moan against your skin, his hips subconsciously canting up against you again.

He was gripping you tighter by this point, the hand under your shirt almost digging into the skin of your ribcage as he tried to push his body closer to yours, feeling like he could never get close enough. The feeling of you around him was almost overwhelming, but he was doing his best to keep his hips from going any faster, even if they were starting to pick up their pace just a tad bit, encouraged by the way your moans sounded and the way your thighs would jerk around his waist.

You could feel his pace pick up and you weren't complaining. Your moans were starting to come out more strained and choked with every thrust, his movements rocking you against the door. Your nails were scraping against his scalp in an effort to keep your self grounded but it was futile as he drilled into you almost mindlessly, your lips parting slightly in pleasure.

He wanted to say something, wanted to tell you how good you felt, how much he liked having you like this, in any way possible, but he couldn’t get any words out that weren’t moans, groans, or your name. It felt like the only thing he could say was your name as he buried his face in your neck again, the sound of the door knocking against the doorframe and your moans being the only thing in his hearing other than his own racing heartbeat. It was all too much, too much feeling, too much noise, too much of everything, and yet he wanted more, to feel more of you.

He was holding you tighter, as if he was afraid of letting go and losing you, losing the feeling of you against him, around him, as if his life depended on it. He found himself thinking back to that night when he’d snuck into your room in the middle of the night because of a storm and snuggled against you. Now he found himself in a similar position, yet everything was still so different. It had been much more… innocent then, he was a scared kid, now there was little innocence in what he was doing with you.

You always liked the way JJ would say your name. Whether it was to tease you when you were younger or when he was inside you and he was too overwhelmed to say anything than it. You could feel his hands digging into your thighs, the cold metal of his rings a stark contrast to your warm flesh, your eyes fluttering open to gaze at him but it was hard to see his face when it was buried in the crook of your neck. Your hands moved messily through his blond hair, his hands hoisting you up a little bit more so he could slip deeper and it felt 100 times better, your moans mixing with whimpers now, "tha's good.. fuck..." you trailed off almost whining out.

He liked the way you sounded just as much, the way your voice, which was usually deadpan and sarcastic, was breathless and shaky instead. He felt you pull on his hair again, and it made him moan against your neck in response. He loved the way you felt around him, so tight and warm and he was almost dizzy, his head spinning from everything he was feeling, the sounds of your voice and the door knocking against the doorframe, and the heat building up in him. The only thing keeping him grounded was you and how close you were to him, and he felt like he couldn’t keep this pace for too long.

His mind was moving at a million miles an hour, too fast for his brain to keep up with. But it was enough for him to get the words out, through breaths and moans, his lips against your neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that would probably be gone by tomorrow.

“I need to slow down, I’m gonna-” He almost choked on his words, feeling his stomach tightening and his muscles going tense.

"Hmm..?" you hummed in response, your mind too focused on everything to form a coherent reply, your mouth watering slightly and your head tilted back against the door in pleasure.

He groaned again, this time sounding almost like a whine as he tried to hold himself back, keep from going over the edge just yet. He felt you move, your legs tightening around him as your nails dragged across his skin again, and he tried to get the words out, though they came out more as a desperate, pleading whine.

“God.. darlin’, I’m gonna..”

He was practically panting as he tried to get his brain and body to focus on something other than the feeling of you around him, of your hands on his skin and your legs wrapped around him. But the sound of your voice, breathless as it was, was only making it more difficult to keep himself together.

“You have- f-fuuu-…. you gotta let me pull out..” He forced himself to say, feeling like he was about to lose it, his chest heaving and his whole body shaking as it was suddenly taking every ounce of his self control to keep from finishing inside you.

"But i didn't cum.." you complained softly, your voice soft and pleading just like his. If you were sober, you would have told him yourself to pull out. But again, you weren't. And it felt too good and his voice made your stomach tighten, the way he was panting and moaning lowly close to your ear, his southern drawl more prominent as he got closer making your head spin more than any alcohol or substance.

He groaned again, the sound coming out as a whine this time as he tried to stay focused, tried to keep himself from going over the edge when you were saying things like that. He had to remind himself that both of you were definitely drunk, both of you too out of the right mind to have any control at the moment.

“I know, I know..” He panted, his body tensing again as his grip on your legs and hips tightened. The last thing he needed was for you to say things like that, to say things that only he’s heard you say when you’re drunk and alone with him.

He was finishing, he knew it was inevitable, but something in him was straining to keep going, to try and hold on a bit longer. He was trying to keep his eyes open to look at you, to look at your face as he brought you over the edge first, but it was almost impossible to look at you when you looked like that, like every goddamn fantasy he’s ever had.

He gave up, his eyes rolling back as he gave on final, sharp thrust, his hands gripping so forcefully at your hips that the skin would probably be bruised by the next day. He let out a strangled moan, his body tensing up as he came, thrusting inside you mindlessly to draw out the pleasure.

Luckily for him you were too out of it to tell him you were also close and so as he finished you couldn't hold it back either, your hands gripping his hair tightly as you felt the orgasm wash over you, arching your body into his chest, "fuuuck meee..." you drawled out in ecstasy, your words mixed with a long moan.

Seeing you like that, seeing your body arch into his touch, the way you were so out of it that you couldn’t even get a proper word out, and you were moaning and mewling like that - it was all too much for him, all too familiar. The alcohol and his high from this moment was making everything feel even more intense than usual, and it was making him feel even more desperate to keep this going, to keep you wrapped around him like this.

He didn’t have the words to respond or react yet, so he just leaned forward and captured your lips in his again, his tongue immediately seeking yours to get one more taste of you, to keep the high going for as long as he could. His hands moved around, desperate to feel more of you, to keep you close to him.

Your shaky hands reached up to cup his jaw clumsily, kissing him back with the same fervor letting out another moan despite having already came.

When he felt you kissing him back, he couldn’t help but moan into it again, feeling more drunk than the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He knew you both were probably going to regret this in the morning, knew that you’d probably wake up with a shitty hangover and avoid him for days after, but right now, in this moment, he couldn’t care about any of that. He couldn’t care about anything other than you and the alcohol and your body against his.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours as he struggled to fill his lungs back up. He panted softly, his eyes still closed as he continued to focus on the feeling of your body against his, your warm skin against his own warm and sweaty skin, your hands holding onto him as you both came down from the high together.

You knew you probably took it a bit far, given you had to go back out to the party after, to your boyfriend and to pretend like you hadn't hooked up with your best friend for the countless time in a secluded room, drunk and slightly high. You found yourself thinking that you were lucky to be on the pill because it would be a big problem if you weren't. Both for JJ and for you. He still held you up against the door, your legs still wrapped around his waist, loosely now, with him still inside you. You were wondering how he was still standing up and able to hold hoisted up like that against the door.

To be fair, he was surprised he was still standing at all. In the back of his mind, he felt like he should probably drop you back onto the floor, but he was also desperate to keep you in his arms, to keep you close for as long as physically possible. He wanted more, but he knew both of you were too drunk to keep it up for any longer. So he reluctantly pulled away and gently lowered you back to the floor, his hands steadying you to make sure you didn’t slip. He stood back, taking a minute to catch his breath again.

Once he lowered you back down on the floor you took the time to glance between the two of you. His flier and shorts button were undid and his hair was messy and your skirt was bunched up and your crop top hitched up slightly. Your hair was probably the same if not more messy and you found yourself letting out a small, breathless chuckle at the sight.

The sight of you like that, with your hair messy, your clothes all out of place, and your hands still slightly shaking… He took a moment to admire you like that, his eyes slowly raking up and down your body as he began to button up his shorts again. He let out a soft scoff, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a slight smile. He ran a hand over his face before speaking, his voice rough and slightly out of breath still.

“We look like a mess.”

"We are a mess." you spoke, your eyes following his fingers as he got himself decent again, your own shaky ones reaching down to tug your skirt and crop top back into place, after adjusting your underwear. You knew you had to get to a bathroom, get yourself straight and pee probably but you were a little too shaky to do so right now.

Once he’s buttoned up and put himself back together, he turned his eyes to you, seeing that you were still a bit shaky. It was kinda cute, but he couldn’t help chuckling softly at the situation the two of you were in right now. He knew you were probably on a time limit, given your boyfriend at the party downstairs wouldn’t be too happy to know what (and who) you were doing up in this random room right now. He leaned against the door, watching you try and clean yourself up.

He couldn’t help but take in the sight of you, watching as you tried to make yourself look less… disarrayed than you currently were. His eyes slowly raked up and down your body, taking in the sight and trying to permanently etch it into his mind. The slight disheveled state of your clothes, the messy tangle of your hair, the redness in your face… it was as if he was seeing you in a whole new light. He wasn’t sure if he liked seeing you looking like this, so out of control, but he definitely wasn’t mad about it.. "Your makeup and hair are ruined..."

"Can't be bothered with it... i need to pee though.." you replied, your hands still tugging at your crop top gently to smooth it out mindlessly, your expression a grimace at the thought of going back out there.

He found himself scoffing softly, noticing how tense you looked at the mention of going back out there. He couldn’t really blame you - after all, you’re the one who had to go back to your boyfriend who you just cheated on for the millionth time. Not that he cared or anything. He definitely didn’t care. Right?

He couldn’t help but want to make a comment, to try and get a reaction out of you. He wanted to know if you even felt guilty about it, if you cared about how messed up the two of you were right now.

“You know…” He started, pausing as he shifted his stance against the door. “You probably smell like me right now… wonder if your little boyfriend is gonna notice.”

"I'll just gaslight him and tell him he's being crazy.." you grinned a bit, side glancing at him after he spoke, dropping your hands limply to the side.

He couldn’t help the scoff that passed his lips again at your response. Of course you would, that was your go-to method everytime you and him did this. Deny deny deny, gaslight, and pretend like nothing happened. That was how you got away with cheating on your boyfriend this long.

He could feel the anger from before creeping up on him again, the fact that you were seemingly not affected by what just happened was almost infuriating. He pushed away the feeling again, trying to keep his voice calm as he spoke.

“Guess you’re used to making up lies by now, huh?”

"Don't do that.." you frowned gently, fixing your gaze on his face in the dim lighting, guilt shooting up your spine like an electric shock. Not that you cheated on Riley, no. That you and JJ were stuck in this cycle and he had to endure it.

He paused, his eyes meeting yours again as they darkened slightly.

“Do what?” He asked, knowing full well what you’re talking about. He hated that you had this effect on him - he was supposed to be angry about this whole thing, not getting butterflies because of a simple expression on your face.

He ran a hand over his face again before speaking again, shifting his weight again against the door. This all felt so confusing, he wanted to be angry and hate you, but you always had this ability to soften his edges, even when he wished you didn’t.

“You know what, forget it… “ He said with a scoff and a shake his head, his eyes darting away from yours again.

"Look.. I'm sorry okay?" you spoke after a few moments of debating if you should say the words. But you were too drunk to care about it and he looked so bitter and hurt that you just wanted to apologize and hold his face in your hands and kiss the look away. But you couldn't do the latter, so you just settled on apologizing vaguely, still frowning softly at him.

“You don’t mean it, you never do.” He said through clenched teeth, the words sounding more bitter than he had anticipated. You had apologized before, he’d accepted it before and the cycle would continue. It’s not like you really had anything to apologize for anyway..

He was starting to wish he hadn’t come over here at this stupid party, he should’ve gone to Kiara’s instead.

He clenched his jaw tighter as the thought popped into his head. Just thinking about Kiara made his heart ache in a way he didn’t want to think about, especially when he was here with you.

He sat for a few more moments, not looking at you, before he spoke up again. “Can’t just apologize your way out of everything..”

Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, your gaze willing itself down to the floor, fidgeting with your fingers. Your head felt like it was filled with lead all of a sudden, your stomach twisting and turning, probably trying to push out the alcohol in your body. Silence fell over you both, save for the distant sound of the party outside the door, the thump of the music and the incoherent conversations and laughter.

In the silence, the sounds from the party outside seemed to drown out. The music, the laughter, the voices and thumping footsteps that signaled all the people having fun without a care in the world. JJ wanted more than anything to be one of them - not a care in the world, a normal high school boy without any problems, and a nice, simple girl that he didn’t have to worry about.

He wished it was that easy, at least right now.

He looked over at you again for a moment, studying your face. He never really got a chance to truly look at you, since most of the times you guys were together it was in the cover of darkness. It was always rushed, messy, a game of pretend..

He couldn’t help his thoughts as they ran through his mind. They were more vulnerable, honest even, since he was drunk off his ass.

He wanted to reach out and touch you, to pull you to him and hold you, and pretend for a moment that everything was okay.

But he didn’t. Sitting in silence as he continued to examine your face, the slope of your nose, the way your hair fell gently around your head, your smooth but tired looking skin against the light coming from the window..

He missed you, more than he ever wanted to admit. He thought he could stop himself from missing you, by telling himself this was just for the fun of it, but it didn’t work. It only made him miss you more, and he despised it.

He turned away again, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

“You know… maybe this is the last time we should see each other..”

He didn’t want that to be true, he wished he could take it back the moment the words left his mouth. It hurt even more that despite his best efforts he couldn’t help but hope that you felt the same way, that you were as sick of this as he was. That you wouldn’t just leave this as some unspoken “I want you but I can’t”..

The words felt like a bullet to the chest. The feeling of suffocation similar to the one when you smoked weed the first time and you were almost coughing up a lung. They replayed in your mind even when you went back to the party in a haze without JJ trying to stop you or claw at your arms drunkenly. You were back to glowing and smiling and chatting with people you despised, safely tucked on Riley's side.

You hated Riley. Mainly for the situation you were in with him, specifically. You hated Riley because he wasn't JJ. You hated this life and you hated yourself. Still, you looked dazzling. Even after cheating on your boyfriend for the millionth time. Your skirt looked untouched and your hair was back to it's glory, makeup fixed. But you felt rotten. Your perfect smile flashed and you let out a small chuckle at something that your friend Ashley said, bringing your cup to your lips to take a small sip of your drink. JJ was gone. He ditched the party and his words were still ringing in your ears like when he was moaning and grunting in pleasure, telling you how good you felt. "You know.. maybe this is the last time we should see each other" like a broken record. You were definitely close to blacking out. But you held yourself together, watching Ashley intently as she spoke to you, laughing idly.

Meanwhile, JJ was currently at the Chateau, back in the spare room he hogged as his own.

He felt… surprisingly calm, all things considered. The weight of what he said was still there, his heart still felt like it had been ripped straight out of his chest, but there was a sort of peace along with it, and he was content to sit there, smoking and drinking, pretending like his head wasn’t filled with images of you.

The thoughts would come in waves, sometimes gentle, others brutal. He tried not to dwell on it, but the thoughts came anyway.

And they only got louder and more intrusive the more he drank, the more he smoked, the deeper he got into his own headspace. He didn’t want to remember how you felt against him - how you smelled, the way his hands always seemed to land on your hips at any given point without fail. He didn’t want to remember the feeling of your lips against his, or the sound of his name on your lips.

As he took another drag, he felt the pain in his chest swell, his eyes stung slightly and he clenched his jaw. As bad as he knew it was for him, he wanted it to hurt, because as twisted as it was at least he could feel it.. And he wasn’t quite ready to go numb yet.

But you were. 2 Hours later, you were completely out of it. You weren't sure how you were still conscious. But you weren't far from passing out either. Your arms were looped around Ashley's and Riley's shoulders, supporting your weight as they practically dragged you out of the still crowded house and supposedly to Riley's car. But you weren't gonna leave with Riley. You couldn't risk blurting out anything and you just straight up hated the idea of being alone with the guy.

"Ash.." you slurred, quietly and raised your head a little, "can i sleep at your place?" you asked almost incoherently. Ashley wasn't your best friend. But she was the least intolerable out of your frigid and snobby friends, so she was your only choice.

“Hm?” Ashley looked at you, noticing that you weren’t able to stay on your feet by yourself. A smirk appeared on her face as she glanced at Riley, who stood silently beside her.

“I guess so, I’m surprised you lasted this long, with Riley’s boring ass by your side,” she added, laughing a little after.

At her laughter you gave a drunken giggle and snickered a little as you leaned further into your friend's shoulder. “Yeah, he ain’t exactly the fun kind, but he sure is hot, though.” You added with a wink, before giggling again as you stumbled over your words.

You knew you looked and sounded gross - you felt pretty disgusting. But right now the only thing you wanted was to fall asleep and forget all of your problems.. especially the mess with JJ.

Ashley laughed softly along with you, supporting her end of your weight as she nudged you playfully.

”Well I can’t argue with you there,” she laughed, looking almost surprised by your comment. “Maybe you do deserve him..” She glanced at Riley, who looked back at her with an eye roll, before looking back to you.

“But anyway, come on, you’re about to pass out. Let’s get you back to my place before you make any more bad decisions,” she added with a teasing smile

You nodded, your drunken eyes half open as she helped you into the backseat of her car, laying down on your side. Riley was already sitting in the passenger’s seat, the car’s engine running. You were exhausted now - the thoughts about JJ were still there but they were slower than before and your head was spinning, like your brain was full of a thick syrup, slowing your mind and thoughts. The ride to Ashley’s house was smooth, and you fell asleep a few minutes in, lulled into a light sleep by the ride and alcohol swirling within you.

Both Ashley and Riley were silent during the drive, both not really having much to say. Their house wasn’t far, and the drive was short. They pulled up on their cul de sac, and Ashley parked the car in her driveway before hopping out to help you inside.

”Jesus… how much did she even drink?” Riley commented while they carried you out of the car, Ashley sending a glare his way.

”Whatever it was, it was too much.. We have to get her to bed before she pukes.”

Once the two managed to get you to Ashley’s bedroom, they got you changed into one of her oversized shirts and some shorts before putting you down on the large, comfortable mattress of bed. They knew that you’d probably wake up with a hangover in the morning, so they put a glass full of water and two Advil pills on the nightstand next to you, right where you’d be sure to see it the moment you woke up.

“There. She should be fine, right?” Riley asked with a raise of his brows.

You shifted awake at the sound of their voices, despite being asleep, your blurry vision landing on Riley, your boyfriend and you smiled drunkenly, "I'll see you tomorrow handsome.." you mumbled before your brows furrowed in confusion "where's my phone?"

Riley was a little taken aback from your sudden wakefulness, sending you a small, tired smile as he approached the bed, leaning closer.

“It’s right there. Don’t worry about it, just get some sleep, yeah? I’ll see ya later, okay? Sleep well, sweetheart.”

Riley pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before making his way out of the room, closing the door on his way out.

You were left alone with Ashley after Riley left and you propped yourself on your elbows, frowning at her, "Do you think me and Riley are the perfect couple?" you asked, your words slurred and mumbly

She was a bit surprised by the question, but managed to give you a small smile, making herself comfortable at your feet to keep an eye on you.

“You guys have your moments. He seems pretty whipped for you, if that’s what you’re asking.” She chuckled softly, shrugging. “You guys seem pretty happy to me? Why?”

"I wish things were different is all..." you mumbled, shifting to lean your back against the headboard of her bed, eyes casted down at the pink fluffy comforter that was covering your lap.

She raised a brow before sighing softly and moving up to your side, putting her back against the headboard and letting herself sink into the pillows.

“Well, what would make things different to you?” She asked, leaning a little closer to you to rest her head on your shoulder.

"I just hate my fucking life Ash.." you rested your head on top of hers, your eyelids heavy, raising your hand to rub at them tiredly.

She nodded, raising a hand and running it up and down your back sympathetically.

“Wanna talk about it..?” Ash asked softly, wanting to comfort you however she could.

"No.. i just-.. can i use your bathroom? I wanna freshen up before sleeping." you shifted, standing up from the bed and grabbing your phone from the bed.

She sat up more and nodded.

“Sure, it’s right in here, sweetie. I’ll leave you to it.” She said, nodding towards her attached bathroom.

"Thanks.." you mumbled, swaying slightly as you stepped into the bathroom and shutting the door with a soft click, locking it. You dropped on the cold tiles, bringing your knees up to your chest while leaning against the cold tiled wall. You were staring at JJ's contact, gnawing at your bottom lip, at the picture of him smiling at the camera dimples in full shine as he held up the small puppy he found on the road that day. Your chest hurt. Thinking about JJ and the possibility of never seeing him again. Hearing his lame, whispered jokes whenever he was fishing, careful not to scare the fish away. Never smelling him after he'd smoke on the beach, sunscreen smeared over his nose in a pathetic attempt to calm down the sunburn on it. Not that you experienced those things anymore. They were left for the pogues to do so. But the possibility of not being able to in the future scared you.

You were torn between texting him, which would look completely unreadable given you were plastered. So with a reluctant sigh you pressed call, tilting your head back and letting your eyes flutter closed, the bright LEDs in the bathroom irritating your eyes.

JJ was pacing around the Chateau's backyard, a lit cigarette burning in between his lips as he took in the fresh air. He still felt like he was too pissed to sleep, but the cool air was at least helping calm him down.

As he took a drag of his cigarette, his phone buzzed in the pocket of his shorts, indicating that someone was calling him. He pulled it out, almost dropping it at the sight of your name on his screen.

“What the hell..” He muttered to himself, raising a brow in confusion that you would call him at this hour. That you would call him at all, on your own free will.

He hesitantly answered after a few rings, bringing the phone up to his ear and keeping his voice quiet, so as to not to wake anyone else.

“Hey princess..” He said softly, his tone a little surprised despite the exhaustion on his voice. He’d almost been sure that he messed things up too much to even hear from you again.

"Did you actually mean it..?" you spoke after a few seconds of silence, your numb brain surprised he picked up your call after saying that you shouldn't see each other anymore earlier that night.

He sighed softly, his eyes closing at the sound of your voice, his resolve to stay away from you weakening just a little bit.

“I- You know I always talk out of my ass when I’m mad, Y/n..” He muttered, rubbing his eyes as if that would sober him up at all.

"So you didn't..?" you asked, your eyes shooting open like a hopeful child, even though he couldn't see it.

He could practically hear the hope in your voice, and the words got caught in his throat.

“Why do you even care? We’re not supposed to be anything anymore, remember?”

He reminded you, but it sounded almost like he was reminding himself too. No matter how hard he tried to stay away from you, he couldn’t keep his heart from yearning to be with you.

"No i just-.." you cut yourself off, your mushy brain too numb to actually form coherent sentences. And even in the haze of the alcohol you could feel your chest constrict with that painful feeling, like when you had a panic attack.

He could tell you weren’t sober the second he heard your voice, and you were slurring a lot worse than he thought you would.

“Hell, if you’re that messed up, you really didn’t need to drink that much, princess. You trying to drink yourself unconscious..?” He knew he should probably just be concerned, but he couldn’t help the slight bit of resentment he felt at the thought of you drowning out your thoughts with alcohol, especially when it was all his fault.

"Fuck.. It's not working okay..?" you sighed, your words more to yourself than for him, tilting your head back against the tiled wall and letting your eyes flutter closed once again before adding, "I wish things were different JJ.." you mumbled, your voice weak and the grip on your phone firm.

His heart clenched painfully at your words, his mind spinning with indecision. Part of him wanted to yell, scream, punch something, run back to your house, beg to just see your face and to hold you one last time to say all the things that he was too scared to say.. But he refrained himself, holding back from doing any of that.

“They can’t be different, that’s the thing..” He said, his voice thick with pain and barely held back tears.

"Please don't leave me.." you spoke up on the other end of the call after a few moments voice getting wetter with unshed tears, your breath hitching, still rubbing at your closed eyelids.

His heart nearly stopped in his chest when you spoke, the raw vulnerability in your voice causing a lump to form in the back of his throat.

"I'm not goin' anywhere, sweetheart." He finally managed to choke out after a moment, the term of endearment slipping out almost automatically.

"You said you-.." you choked out, your words almost slurring together before taking a deep breath and starting again, "you said we shouldn't see each other anymore.." you mumbled, scowling even though, yet again he couldn't see it given you were on the phone with him.

His heart ached painfully as he heard your shaky voice over the phone.

“I- that’s not- I didn’t mean it-” He hated how helpless he sounded, he was supposed to be strong, and here he was, falling apart at the thought of not seeing you again.

He let out a shuddering breath, steadying himself as much as he could. “I- can I come see you? I can be there in five minutes.”

" 'M not home.." your eyes snapped open at his request, "But i can leave now, and we-.. we can meet at my house." you spoke fast, your words almost slurring together again, standing up and leaning on the sink in Ashley's bathroom.

“Be there soon.” He hung up, taking a moment to steady himself despite his drunkenness. He needed to get to you, now, before he lost it again. He quickly left the Chateau, not wanting to linger in case someone came outside.

It didn’t take him too long to make it to your house. He climbed through your window, waiting in your bedroom for you in the dark.

He waited in the darkness, only the soft glow of the moonlight coming through the window illuminating the room enough to see. After a few moments, he got a little impatient, and he stood up to check the time, pacing nervously. Was this a mistake? Had he just read the signals wrong? Maybe you’d changed your mind, and he just needed to-

He stopped his thoughts when he heard the sound of your door opening slowly.

You stumbled slightly in the darkness of your room, your head still spinning with the alcohol and your whole body buzzing with exhaustion and you were surprised how you were still conscious and walking. You didn't notice JJ at first, closing the door to your room with a soft click and dropping your purse on the ground before stumbling towards the bed and slumping down on it.

He didn’t need to hear anything else. As soon as he saw you walk into the room and fall onto your bed, he was across the room and pulling you into his arms.

He buried his face into your hair, holding you tightly against him as his body trembled. He didn’t speak, he just held on to you, pressing small kisses into your hair.

“I-I’m so sorry..” He finally managed to choke out after a long moment, “Don’t leave me, please..”

"You actually came.." you asked after a few moments, not startled by his presence, your arms wrapping around his neck lazily.

JJ’s heart was beating rapidly, but his voice was steady despite that as he spoke again.

He held onto you tighter, his breath becoming shaky again.”Of course I came.” He muttered into your hair. “You called and I’m gonna keep comin’ every chance I get..”

"So you're not leaving me..?" you mumbled quietly, your head resting on his shoulder, your nose grazing his jaw.

JJ leaned into your touch, enjoying the feeling of you close to him again. He shook his head. ”Never. I wasn’t thinkin’ straight, I didn’t mean any of that. I’m right where I wanna be now.”

His arms wrapped around you tightly, protectively, refusing to let go. He knew that he probably shouldn’t be giving in again, he knew he probably shouldn’t keep doing this to himself, but he couldn’t help it when it came to you. It was hard not to give in, to give you and himself something he had never had with anyone else. Something real.. something that was like an addiction he couldn’t get rid of.

"Can you carry me to the bathroom.. I just wanna throw up.." you sighed, your stomach feeling like it was desperately trying to push out all the alcohol and food you had at the party earlier.

JJ didn’t hesitate, his arms instantly scooping you up. He didn’t care if it made him seem like a weak little simp, he’d do anything for you, especially when you asked him to. So he grabbed onto you and carried you into the bathroom.

He knelt at your side, gently holding back your hair for you and rubbing your back as he tried to comfort you while you emptied your stomach.

The cold tiles under your feet were a stark contrast to the heat in your body, the cold biting at your skin. You gripped the edge of the toilet bowl, your knuckles turning white. With a heave, your stomach contracted, and you felt the bile rise up. The sound of retching filled the small space as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Your body shook with each wave, and tears streamed down your face. When it's done, you hesitantly raise your head, locking eyes with JJ and scowling in embarrassment, "I'm such a mess JJ.." you spoke, the bitter taste lingering in your mouth, reaching to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

JJ didn’t care if you were a mess. In fact, messy like this was how he found you most beautiful. He gently brushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear as he looked down at you, a soft, gentle look on his face as he spoke.

“I love you messy like this, y’know. Makes me feel like you really need me, an’ I don’t think anyone’s ever needed me much before..”

He let out a quiet sigh as he let the words really sink in, still gently rubbing your back in rhythmic circles. He hated it here. He hated your parents, he hated your boyfriend, but being here, with you, feeling like he was needed, meant the world to him. He wished he could stay here for longer than just this night, he wished he could make you feel good, make you smile in a way that your boyfriend couldn’t make you smile. He wished.. he just wished for things that could never happen. He closed his eyes, and he just enjoyed the moment.

You remained silent for a couple of moments, just staring at him as the words sunk in, your head pounding less than before, "A lot of people need you J.." you mumbled, your voice hoarse and quiet.

JJ looked at you, his gaze soft and sincere. “Yeah but they don’t love me like you do.” He murmured the words quietly, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“They don’t love me.. like you’re supposed to.” He whispered against your skin, the words painful and bitter but true, as much as he wanted to deny them.

"Stay with me tonight..?" you asked quietly, shifting closer to him on the bathroom floor, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.

JJ nodded slowly, his heart fluttering at your question. Of course he’d stay. There was nothing he would rather do than stay with you, especially in this moment, when you were letting him have as much of you as he wanted—which was everything. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want. I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.” He murmured as he held you close, his hand slowly running through your hair.

He knew that come morning, it would be a different story, when the sun came up and reality started again. He knew you’d want to pretend like this didn’t happen, like it was just another hook up, that you had both drunk way too much to think clearly and had no idea what you were doing. But he didn’t care. Not as long as he had you for as long as he could have you. “I love you, you know that right..?” He murmured the words softly, almost hesitantly, afraid of the answer.

"I love you... i promise I'll fix this." you mumbled, raising your head from his shoulder to look at him.

JJ looked down as you moved, his heart fluttering at your words. He hadn’t heard them in so long, and he’d missed them more than he could put into words. “Don’t get my hopes up, darling.” He murmured in reply, his lips curving into a soft, almost sad smile.

“We both know you’re not gonna be here in the morning..”

"This is my room.. if anything, you'll be gone by the morning.." you mirrored his smile, your eyes flitting over his features, the features you've grown so familiar and attached to over the years. Even more as this thing between you progressed and ruined your life.

As he listened to you, his expression softened. He reached up and brushed a hand against your cheek, his eyes darting nervously away for a second as he started thinking about what was going to come.

“No. I won’t be gone in the morning. Because you’re not gonna want me here when the morning comes.” His voice was quiet, but he kept his eyes on yours, his eyes holding a mixture of sorrow and longing.

"I want you here all the time.." you protested with the same quiet tone, your expression twitching slightly, softening into something akin to sadness.

He sighed, his eyes closing for a moment. “Baby…you know it’s just gonna be like all the other times. You want me here now, but that’s what the alcohol’s making you want. And every other time, once the alcohol’s gone, so is you wanting me..”

"No.. that's where you're wrong.." you shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek before adding, "I-.. i think these things when I'm sober too.. it's just.. I'm such a coward." You shifted, your back pressed on the cabinet underneath the sink, bringing your knees up to your chest, your head turned to the side to face him, "Maybe that's why i always despised Kie.. she was so.. brave. She stood up to her parents and.. she wouldn't put you through the things i put you through. For fuck's sake I'm a cheater and a horrible person. I'm a mess JJ.. Just look at me.."

JJ listened silently, his heart sinking farther and farther with each word he hears. Despite his better judgment, he couldn’t help but get his hopes up.

“I don’t care.. about any of that, baby. It doesn’t matter to me how much of a mess you are, or all the things you’ve done, or anything like that.. what matters is that I love you, and you’re what makes me happy.” He murmured, his voice cracking ever so slightly on the last sentence.

"But are you actually happy? Happier than you are with the pogues? Or just... In general..? Sometimes.. sometimes i see you around town, smiling or laughing-.. or surfing with the others, and you glow. You look so happy, and every time we're together we're either fucking in the darkness or-.. fighting. And I'm so miserable. All the time. I don't have any real friends, and i hate Riley. I hate him. I hate when he tries to touch me or when he introduces me to people as his girlfriend. It makes me sick." you spoke, your words flowing out like the bile from your stomach just a few minutes ago, your gaze fixed on the bathroom tiles underneath your feet.

As you spoke, he couldn’t deny that you had a point.. He knew that he was happy with the Pogues, but even if you asked, he wouldn’t be able to say that he was happy when he was with you. Because even though he loved you, being with you was complicated and messy. And sometimes messy, complicated didn’t equal happy.

JJ looked down as he stayed silent for a moment, his brow furrowing as he fought with himself. He knew what he needed to say, or at least what he probably should say, but could he bring himself to do it?

“Y'know what? You’re right.. I’m not happy when I’m with you.”

He spat the words out, and although they were mostly true, a part of him didn’t want to believe them. He didn’t want things to be over between you, not like this..

JJ sighed, his anger seeming to lessen as the reality of what he just said sank in. He knew he had to leave, that he couldn’t stay there with you anymore, so instead of waiting for a response, he stood and headed for the window.

“I just.. I gotta go.” He muttered, his voice low as he climbed out your window. “Maybe you should go back to your boyfriend.” That statement alone made JJ’s heart ache, but he ignored the pain and didn’t look back, quickly disappearing back into the night.

You stood up clumsily from the bathroom floor and by the time you stumbled in the middle of your room he already had climbed out of your window. The same feeling from earlier from when he told you you shouldn't see each other overcame you again. Your throat felt tight and your chest ached and you could feel yourself slowly slipping into a small panic attack as you sat on the floor to cry, the bitter taste from throwing up still stinging on your tongue as you cried silently.

Something felt final in his words, especially the last statement. The cycle repeated itself again. Although this time you weren't sure when you were gonna see him. If you were gonna see him. Maybe he was getting sick of being the side piece. You would be. In truth you wouldn't put up with your bullshit this long if you were him. But you guessed it was futile to dabble over that, given you wanted JJ around no matter how wrong and twisted it was. You made the efforts to go over at his house when drunk, or ask him to come over so he could fuck you into the mattress, only for an argument to spark up right after you both came.

You'd be sick too.

It was a bitter feeling, not even 20 minutes ago he was holding your hair almost lovingly while you wretched into your toilet after drinking your self blind. Which was funny because the reason you drank in the first place was because you thought it was over. Which felt like it was now. His words and demeanor felt so final, but they did every time. That was the curse of toxic relationships. There were highs and lows, but not like in normal relationships. Especially since there was nothing normal about you both. I mean, you were cheating on your boyfriend with him, and he knew you were in a relationship with a guy. Atop of that you knew each other since you were 8. Been childhood best friends before all the fucking and arguing. You knew one another better than you knew how to roll up weed or surf.

You had moved from your floor to cry on the bed now, nestled between the endless pillows and plushies, chest heaving and breath sputtery from each and every single sob leaving your swollen lips.

hey guys... (the few people who requested a part two to this) i genuinely have no plot for this. this was meant as a one-shot and maybe i should've just made it that. if you have any, and i mean ANY ideas for the plot, inbox is open. because idk where to take them lmao. i'm so evil for making them so miserable. this is so emotional for no reason and i'm not sure the smut is even good enough to make up for the fact that it's so depressing?? reminds me of how my ex used to always threaten to leave me and then we'd get back together only to break up with me mid sentence LMAO.

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