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venusiangguk · 4 years

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gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 9.9k um?

>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists

>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !!

>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.

Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”

When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.

“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”

Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”

Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”

“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”

“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.

Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.

A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.

His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”

“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.

Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”

“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”

Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”

Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.

“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants.

Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.

“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

okie

wanna have sex instead of helping me study

me:

yeah but im not gonna

just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

🙄

When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.

“You think she’ll be down?”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”

Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.

“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”

Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.

“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”

Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.

“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”

As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”

Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?

“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.

~~~

Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.

“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.

His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.

“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.

He groans. “I- am just thinking.”

“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.

The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing.

He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about.

Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”

You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”

Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.

You pout. “What?”

Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.

With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.

“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.

“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile.

“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself.

You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.

He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.

You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”

He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.

He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”

Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.

“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side.

He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.

“When did you want to? Tonight?”

He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.

You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm.

“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.

Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.”

His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”

He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.

“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.

He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”

~~~

A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.

Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts.

You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.

“Which one do you want?” You ask.

“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.

Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar.

“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night.

“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.

Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.

Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”

The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.

“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”

He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.

You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”

A side glance. “Not yet…”

You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.

“Uh, not that one.”

You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.

“No.”

You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.

“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.

He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”

He pauses.

“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?”

Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.

You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”

He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”

“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”

You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.”

“We need the harness now.”

You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found.

“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.

“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists.

“Let’s not.”

“Koo.” You say giving him a look.

He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.

He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.

The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.

You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”

Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”

He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”

You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.

“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.

Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”

Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going.

With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.

Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.

“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.

It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.

“He’s cute.”

You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”

Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”

You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”

He shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”

He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.

There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.

“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”

“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.

“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”

He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.

“Baby, we have lube at home.”

“But do we have enough?”

“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”

He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”

Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.

After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”

“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.

You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later.

“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.

Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.

When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.

“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.

“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.

You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”

He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.

You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.

“I love you.” You smile.

He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.

It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer.

You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.

“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.

You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”

He shakes his head. “Always about you too.”

Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.

“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”

He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.

You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace.

“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.

“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.

When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”

You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.

You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.

“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.

You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.

You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.

“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”

“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…”

He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.

He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”

“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad.

Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”

He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.

You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.

“Want some?”

He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!

He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?

“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.

You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all.

“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”

You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.

“More,” He begs.

You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.

When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.

“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.

You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.

“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”

With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls.

You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”

Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”

Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over.

Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.

“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.

Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene.

“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand.

He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.

When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.

It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.

You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.

While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.

Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.

“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”

You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.

You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.

“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.

You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?”

He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”

Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.

You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.

“Cold.” He says.

“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.

“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.

“Tell me to stop if you need to.”

He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” You check in.

“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”

You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.

“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.

He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.

He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.

“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.

“You c-”

“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.

When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.

“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.

He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.

“Well, your butthole is pretty.”

He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.”

He sounds so wistful and just ready.

But you’re not.

You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.

“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.

He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.

“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”

You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.

Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd.

He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it.

“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.

He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.

He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.

He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.

You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.

You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.

Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.

Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.

You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether.

You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.

“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.

“Yeah.” He says softly.

He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you.

“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.

You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.

“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”

You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed.

“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.

“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.

“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.

You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.

You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up.

“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.

With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.

“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone.

“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.

Point taken.

Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.

A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.

You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.

“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.

He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.

“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.”

He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.

You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair.

He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.

You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock.

He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.

You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”

He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”

The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.

He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.

He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.

“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.

He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.

“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.

Jeongguk nods. ��Yeah, wanna.”

He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room.

The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.

“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”

You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”

He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum.

It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.

He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.

“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.”

He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.

You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”

Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.

“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow.

“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”

He grunts in response.

Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.

When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly.

“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.

Another grunt.

Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.

“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”

His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.

You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.

“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”

He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.

“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.

He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”

You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both.

You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is. But he still winces.

“How bad is it?” He mumbles.

You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.

He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”

You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.

“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.

You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.

“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.

“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.

You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.

“I’m so tired man.”

“I bet man.” You tease.

He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.

“Yeah roll over.”

It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.

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oh my god the iida headcannons were AMAZING can you please write a fic based on those? 🥺 because now I'm imagining pro hero iida coming back home from work and being very very stressed and needing relief from his gf (totally not me) and now I am very thirsty

domestic bliss ft. tenya iida

word count: 1.0k

note: making this my 69 followers milestone fic! based on this :)

warnings: afab!reader, pro hero!iida, iida and reader are married, blowjobs, cunnilingus, use of the term angel, service dom!iida, domestic bliss, cum swallowing, breeding kink

paperwork. paperwork. paperwork.

a villain fight cost iida’s hero agency millions in damages, lawsuits galore, and a new scar to iida’s ever growing collection.

he needed some relief.

relief that came in the form of you.

cooking was always a relieving activity for you. sure, your family was patriarchal in a sense— having instilled a sense of pride in you when it came to traditional feminine duties— but you were never less grateful that they taught you how to cook.

the aroma of beef stew filled the air of the kitchen, you gave it a sniff and smiled proudly at your creation. hopefully, your husband would enjoy it, it was his favorite after all.

the door to your home swung open and iida stomped inside, some dry blood from the day’s previous fight caked on his forehead. you greeted your husband with a grin, “you’re home! i made—”

iida slammed his lips against yours, cutting you off with a kiss. you yelped in surprise and wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck for support.

“angel,” he panted after breaking the kiss, “i had a bad day.”

“i could tell,” your lips quirked up into a soft smile, “how can i make my darling tenya feel better?”

“let me play with your breasts.”

you blushed. iida found comfort in your tits, nice and full and warm to the touch. slowly, you unbuttoned your blouse and discarded your bra, your beautiful tits on full display.

iida approached you and cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them like his personal stress balls. you let out a sigh of contentment, a mutual relationship in progress. he got stress relief while you got physical relief from your sore breasts.

“you are divine,” iida hummed, peppering kisses against your tits. he took one perky nipple into his mouth and suckled, groping the breast that was left unattended.

“tenya..” you purred, hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt and slipping down his pants, “lemme make you feel good.”

he released his hands and mouth from your breasts, “okay, darling.”

you got on your knees and removed those pesky pants of his, followed by his navy blue boxers. his cock sprung forth, hard and leaking with precum.

“beautiful,” you whispered, admiring your husband’s cock. you opened your mouth and took all seven inches with ease, practice from your previous sexual encounters with your husband.

“(y/n)..” your husband groaned, hands combing through your hair. you happily continued your sucking, bobbing your head down on his cock and playing with his pretty balls. you were enamored with your husband’s cock.

“oh!” he climaxed back after you gave his balls a soft squeeze, cum spraying down your throat and coating it white. you pulled off his dick and swallowed the cum, satisfied.

“allow me,” iida picked you up bridal style and carried you off to the bedroom. it wasn’t fair that he got to suck your breasts and get a blowjob from you, he needed to return the favor.

iida set you down on the bed and trailed kisses down your body after helping you undress, starting from your lips to your thighs. you moaned sweetly in response, music to iida’s ears.

“thank you for the meal,” iida thanked you before dining on your pussy like a fine meal. you let out a strangled groan, his nose bumping into your clit while he happily napped at your slick folds.

“a- ah!” you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. iida traced circles in the flesh of your thigh, his tongue prodding against your sweet spot. a well-timed lick to your sweet spot sent you into an intense climax.

“tenya!” you cried out, coming on his face. tenya pulled back and smiled, his face covered in your glimmering cum. he wiped it off his face and licked his fingers clean, “delicious.”

“tenya..” you flushed, embarrassed. tenya reassured you with a kiss on the cheek, “don’t be shy, angel. it’s okay.”

“tenya..” you repeated yourself.

“how can i please my girl?” he asked.

“want you inside me..” you mumbled, suddenly meek.

iida grinned, “i think that can be arranged.”

your husband wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly. you kissed him back and smiled against his lips. domestic bliss at its finest, was it not?

“condom or no condom?” iida questioned.

“no condom. i wanna feel you,” you answered.

he nodded and carefully pushed you down on the bed, lining his cock to your entrance. holding your hand, iida slowly slid himself inside and with the help of your natural wetness, he slid in with ease.

“you fit me like a glove,” iida grunted, beginning his thursts gently and at a slow pace. you mewled and held your husband close, your pussy squleching with each thurst. he was so big, your little pussy couldn’t bear him for long.

“god, look at my cock,” iida groaned, pressing down on your tummy. your pussy throbbed at the sensation, staring down at how your stomach bulged from your husband’s cock.

“your cock- your cock is really big!” you sobbed, overwhelmed with pleasure, “fill me up, tenya! knock me up!”

something must had switched on in your husband’s brain because the next time you knew, you were being plowed from behind.

“fuck–”

slap. slap.

“gonna fill you up–”

slap. slap. slap.

“gonna make you a–

slap. slap. slap. slap.

“–mother!”

iida came, shooting his thick cum directly into your womb. you let out a cry of shock before orgasming after him, creaming all over your husband’s cock. the two of you laid beside one another after iida pulled out, some cum spilling out and dripping down your inner thighs.

“that was.. amazing..” you whispered, tired out from the sex.

“agreed,” iida replied breathlessly, his cock softening.

you curled up beside your husband like a cat, content with being there in the moment, and kissed him on the cheek.

“round two?” you asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

iida smiled back at you.

“round two.”

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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Star Crossed Lovers (part 14)

Do my eyes deceive me???? part 14???? we did it. im so sorry its taken forever, i will try my best to be more consistent with my writing. love yall for being patient with me it means the most. thank you, thank you.

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

warnings: angst, swearing (lots of it)

taglist: @drmmyrs @cloud9in @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @fall3ngods @helpconfusedpersonhere @clowneryme @dopeyouth @boys-girls-i-cant-help-it-baby @vonda-b-real @uselesslesbianfr @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings @somethindarker (sorry again if ive missed anyone, if you wanna be added on this taglist or my general one just let me know 😊)

word count: 4k (i feel like its short considering how long it took me to write but i still hope you guys enjoy) (also i didnt check for grammatical errors properly so sorry if you find any)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

The first steps to moving on

“Bea please,” Poppy whispers, a repentant look creeping up to her face as she looks away from her girlfriend. “It can’t wait.”

Bea sighs, her shoulders slumping as the last remains of her anger disseminates from her body. “Okay fine, lead the way babe.”

Poppy stiffens that the pet name but she doesn’t let her awkwardness slip as she leads Bea to a secluded classroom, far away from prying eyes. Both her and Bea turn to look at each other, and both simultaneously open their mouths to talk.

“I know you wanted to tell-”

“We need to talk-”

Both clamp their lips shut, a mutual smile playing on their lips as they look at one another.

“You go first,” Poppy gestures towards Bea, as she moves to sit on the edge of a desk.

Bea inhales softly, her tongue darts out licking her lips as she looks down at the ground, her face calculating. “Why does Chloe hate me?” She looks up to Poppy, her eyes boring into the strawberry blonde’s, sadness swimming inside of them, “I just don’t get what I’ve done for her to hate me.”

Poppy sighs heavily, her eyes awkwardly darting away from Bea’s. “It’s complicated Bea.”

“Complicated?” Bea lets out a humourless laugh, “I almost just went off on Chloe after she gave her condolences for my mom dying because I just felt she wasn’t genuine and you wanna tell me it's complicated?”

Poppy sharply inhales, contemplating for a few moments before saying, “it’s because of your mom.”

Bea scrunches her brows up in confusion, “my mom? What the hell does she have to do with this?”

Poppy ineptly plays with her hands, not being able to look Bea in her eyes, “at first it was just a classist thing. When you first came to Belvoire, she just wanted to make herself feel superior over you, but in the last year you’ve noticed her getting more mean right?”

“Right.” Bea stares at Poppy, her expression emotionless.

“Chloe’s parents have been fighting non stop recently, and it’s been affecting her a lot.”

Bea’s brows furrow in confusion, “what does that have to do with me or my mom?”

“Just let me explain first before you react, please.” Bea’s eyes bore into Poppy’s for a few seconds before she nods understandingly. “Her dad cheated on her mom. A lot of times actually. But he was blackmailed by one of the women he slept with.” Poppy pauses for a few seconds, “your mom.”

Bea lets out a shaky breath, her eyes blinking in disbelief, “no, you’re lying.”

Poppy nervously bites her bottom lip, “look Bea-”

“How long have you known?”

Poppy’s face scrunches up in anger, “this isn’t my fault Bea. I only found out that day I went to talk to Chloe about us. Chloe made me promise not to say anything to you-”

“Poppy! My mom OD and I don’t even know why. And now you’re telling me she was blackmailing the St James family and it doesn’t occur to you that might have had something to do with her death?”

“They’re not the fucking mafia Bea, jesus. They were trying to settle it quietly by giving your mom some money and make her sign some stuff so she couldn't threaten them anymore.”

The devastating ramification of Poppy’s admission hangs in the air as the two girls let the words settle into them. “Chloe really is sorry about your mom Bea, we all are.”

Bea sighs, staring off into space, as a few tears begin to fill up in her eyes. “I just don’t know what to do.” Bea begins sniffling, but Poppy makes no movement to console her girlfriend. Bea notices and her expression sobers, “so, uh what did you wanna tell me?” Bea sniffs a few more times, before looking up at Poppy, giving her a small encouraging smile.

Poppy looks away, guilt creeping up on her face, as she tries her damndest not to catch Bea’s small smile on her face. “Bea…”. Bea carefully assesses her girlfriend’s demeanour, noticing the similar body language during when they first asked to take a break, she thinks back to the last couple of days, she had barely heard from her girlfriend, and now she’s not affectionate, even after she almost had a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway and her smile drops. “We have to break up,” Poppy says, her tone so monotone and dry as if she didn’t mean the words she was saying at all.

“I don’t understand,” is all Bea can muster, evidently hurt by Poppy’s admission. Poppy winces slightly at Bea’s tone, finally breaking her robotic demeanour as she lets out a few sniffles. “So is that it? We have to break up,” Bea retorts mockingly, “is that all I get after all these years?”

“Bea..” Poppy reaches out but Bea immediately takes a step back, tears flooding in her eyes.

“No,” she holds her hands up, “I don’t get it, things are going good, or at least whatever twisted definition of good we’ve made up. Where the hell did this come from?”

“Bea my dad-”

“Of course! Hayden Min fucking Sinclair had something to do with this. Why do you still live under his shadow? You talk all this shit about breaking out of your father’s prison and wanting to achieve your own goals but he sucks you back in.”

“That’s not fair Bea,” Poppy interjects, balling her hands up into fists in an attempt to subdue her trembling, “my dad has given me so much and he’s threatening to take it all away.”

“Yeah, all you have to do is get rid of me. Me or the Min Sinclair name.”

“Bea this is the life I have, okay I’m not like you, I’m not built like you.”

“So what? I can grow up without a dad and now without a mom but it’s okay because I’m used to pain and disappointment?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, you have a plan, things you can achieve, I need the Min Sinclair name, I’m nothing without it.”

“Wow.” Bea shakes her head, “So I just meant nothing?” Bea wildy throws her arms in the air, anger bubbling under the surface of her demeanour. “We’ve practically been together since we were kids. And you’re just gonna fucking throw that away? And for what? Fuck you Poppy.”

Poppy takes half a step back, dumbfounded by Bea’s outburst. She scrunches her brows, evidently hurt, “you don’t get it Bea. Even though your mom wasn’t the best, she still supported you, even if you didn’t know about it. My dad he- my mom what would she think?”

“Your mom? Poppy what kind of shit is your dad brainwashing you with? Your mom is dead! You have no idea how she would react to having a gay daughter, but I know she’s probably disappointed in you.”

“Fuck you Bea.”Poppy runs out of the classroom, tears streaming down her face, leaving Bea on her own.

“Shit,” Bea whispers to herself before throwing a bunch of punches at the wall, each more cathartic than the last until she can’t physically hold herself up anymore. Bea defeatedly slides into a chair, cradling her head in between her hands, letting the tears free fall, as reality begins setting in that she lost the one thing in the world that was her everything. Poppy Min Sinclair was her rock, the girl who she gave her heart to, the love of her life and just in a matter of moments it was over. Maybe it was too good to be true. The beautiful, perky popular rich girl and the girl who had almost nothing, complete polar opposites, it never should’ve worked. But time and time again when faced against the world they persevered so why was this time different? Poppy had chosen her namesake over the love of her life. She chose the life of glitz and glamour over the girl who gave her her entire heart. Bea feels her entire world crashing down, how much more heartbreak could she take? Was her life always going to be so hard? So full of hurt? Full of pain? She winces at the thought, her head hammering as she comes to the realisation that she understood her mother’s pain more than she thought.

….

Bea hops off her bike, parking it in front of her house, as she pulls her phone out to look at the time. ‘It’s lunch time,’ she thinks to herself. After the day she had today, school wasn’t the best option for her right now. She makes her way to her front door but stops in her tracks when she realises her front door is slightly ajar. Her survival instincts kick in as she effortlessly pulls out her pocket knife, carefully pushing the door fully open. As she steps into the living room, her eyes dart to the closed door of her mother’s room, but when she hears a creaking sound coming towards her bedroom, she cautiously moves towards the source of the noise, the grip on her knife tightening. As she creeps up, she sees the door of her room half opened, a hooded figure standing by her bed with their back facing her.

Bea stealthily sneaks up to the figure placing the knife a few inches from their throat before lowering her voice to a threatening tone, “who are you and what the fuck are you doing?” The figure gasps, dropping a bag that’s in their hands with a deafening thud before raising their hands in a sign of surrender.

“It’s me, it’s me,” the voice whimpers out.

“AJ?” Bea raises her eyebrows, retracting the knife from his throat while pulling down his hood with her other hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” Bea takes a step back while AJ scrambles grabbing the bag he just dropped moments before. When he turns to face Bea, his eyes are wide, filled with fear as he clutches the bag closely to his chest.

“I have to go,” he says as he attempts to run out of the room, but Bea pulls him back, her face crumpled in suspicion.

“No we’re not doing this, give me the bag now,” Bea snatches the bag out of his hands before he can protest and opens the zipper to find it filled with cash. She grits her teeth, anger settling into her features as she whips her head up to AJ, “is this my fucking money?”

“Bea, I- I can explain-”

“What the fuck AJ!” Bea throws the bag onto the bed, the cash spilling out as she jabs an accusing finger at AJ’s chest. “You’re stealing from me now? I haven’t seen you in god knows how long, you don’t call, text nothing. Even after everything that’s been happening in the last few weeks but you have the audacity to fucking steal from me? Money that I’ve spent years saving? Money that I’ve bussed my fucking ass off for, are you serious right now?” Bea’s voice is filled with rage as she’s practically screaming, her voice now thundering. AJ winces, guiltily averting his gaze to the ground, unable to meet Bea’s eyes.

“I’m sorry about your mom Bea, I wanted to visit-” AJ croaks out.

“But you didn’t,” Bea interjects, her voice lowered but filled with hurt. “And now you’re taking money- I mean what is so important you had to steal from me.”

AJ paces towards the bed, hanging his head in shame, when he speaks his voice is quiet, full of fear, “I’m in some bad shit Bea. These guys aren’t playing around.”

“I told you not to fall into the wrong crowd, I warned you this shit would happen.”

“Bea please, I’ll pay you back I just need it.”

“No! What the fuck, when will you pay me back huh? This is my college money, I’m not letting you give that away to your crackhead friends.”

“Bea please,” AJ clasps his hands together, his tone pleading, “I don’t know what to do.”

“AJ I have too much shit on my plate right now, I can’t deal with this. You need to find something else, I can’t help you.”

AJ’s face pales but he stands up, and makes his way towards the door, before leaving he turns to look back at Bea, “I’m sorry about everything.”

Bea keeps her eyes trained on her bed where the money is sprawled all over the mattress, “yeah me too,” she replies quietly. Bea hears the front door close and she collapses to the ground, letting the tears flow.

……

A few days later, Bea sits in her dark living room, curtains shut and lights completely off as she wallows in her sadness, drinking from a bottle of cheap beer, as she stares absentmindedly at the ceiling, so drowned in her thoughts she doesn’t hear the resounding knocks on her door until she hears a voice call out, “Bea! Are you there?”

Bea crumples her brows, forcing herself to stand as she makes her way to the door, she wearily makes her way to her front door only slightly opening the door before poking her head out. “Veronica?” Veronica gives the girl a wide smile before pushing the door more open, ushering the figure behind her into the house too, “Carter? What are you guys doing here?’

Veronica looks around the dark room, noticing the pile of empty beer bottles on the floor, “yikes, drinking on your own on a friday night Hughes? That’s really sad.” Carter stands near the edge of the living room, as if he’s an explorer, his eyes darting all over the living room as he assesses this new environment.

Bea on the other hand scowls at Veronica, “what the hell do you want Veronica, I’m not in the mood.”

Veronica frowns slightly, pouting her lips together, “we heard about you and Poppy.”

Bea rolls her eyes, “yeah well I’m trying to forget about her.” Bea picks up her beer bottle from the ground and makes a show by exaggeratingly drinking from the bottle until it's empty. She discards the empty bottle along with the other ones before turning to look at Veronica and Carter, “so if you’ll excuse me.”

Veronica steps towards Bea, wrapping her hand around the brunette’s arm, “we’re not here for Poppy stupid, we’re here for you.”

Bea raises an eyebrow, “for me?”

Veronica turns to look at Carter, beckoning him forward, Carter breaks out of reverie and clears his throat, “yeah uh, we wanted to take you to a party.”

“A party?” Bea looks between them confused, “I’m not that interested guys.”

“Wait, wait, wait Bea,” Veronica pleads, pulling Bea closer to her, “you’ve never been to a Belvoire party and the year is almost over, we thought we should take you to at least.”

“I don’t know guys,” Bea says skeptically, “a lot of people don’t like me.”

“Who gives a shit? You just had your heart broken and you need to let loose.”

Bea sighs, pulling away from Veronica, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on, it beats drinking in the dark on your own.”

Bea sighs, dropping her shoulders, “what about uh Poppy?”

“Poppy?” Veronica arches a brow, “her and Chloe are staying in tonight, she said she needed to catch up on homework or something.”

Bea purses her lips together in thought before sighing, “fine.” Veronica cheers, “but,” Bea over enunciates, “only for a few hours and if I don’t like it I’m going home.”

“Okay, deal,” Veronica squeals, wrapping Bea in a big hug. Carter chuckles as Veronica gestures for him to join the hug, he awkwardly wraps his arms around the two girls, before pulling away.

“Okay, I’ll wait in the car while you girls get ready. Just uh don’t take too long.”

Veronica playfully rolls her eyes as she Bea towards her bedroom, yelling back “thanks Carter.” Giddy, she rushes to Bea’s closest, assessing her clothes until she finds a short red dress hidden in the back. “This!”

“No, no, no,” Bea shakes her head, pulling the dress out of the ombre-haired girl’s hands.

“Why not? It would look so hot on you,” Veronica’s eyes trail down Bea’s body, as she sharply inhales. “Bea, you’re single and sexy, stop holding yourself back okay?”

“I’m not,” Bea pushes back defensively, “I just-” she sighs heavily, “no one at Belvoire has ever seen me dressed up, I’m just- I’m nervous I guess.”

“Then we have to show them what they’ve been missing for the last three years,” Veronica gives Bea a devilish smile as she takes the dress from Bea’s hands, sliding the dress off the hanger before handing it over to Bea.

“Uh you gonna stay in the room?” Bea nervously wrings her hands together.

“Why, are you offering a show?” Veronica lifts a teasing brow, noticing Bea’s cheeks redden slightly, which prompts her to let out a small laugh, “I’m kidding, don’t worry I won’t look.” Veronica makes a show of raising her hands to cover her eyes. Bea laughs as she slips out of her clothes and into the dress, she awkwardly clears her throat, grabbing Veronica’s attention.

“Hey, uh help a girl out with her zipper?”

“Sure,” Veronica moves to stand behind Bea, her hands ghosting around Bea’s exposed back, her breath momentarily taken away. She sturdies herself and places one of her hands on the small of the brunette’s back while the other moves towards the zipper, zipping the girl up. Bea smooths the dress down with her hands appreciating herself in the mirror, “you look gorgeous,” Veronica whispers into the shell of her ear.

Bea’s face completely flushes red and slightly jerks at Veronica’s admission, “uhh thanks.”

Veronica notices the awkward shift in the atmosphere, and promptly changes the subject, “so where’s your sister?”

Bea sits in front of her mirror, a comb in her hand as she brushes her long locks, “she’s staying at a friend’s tonight.”

“Cool,” Veronica answers back but her tone falls flat. The girls bask in the awkward silence as Bea continues to get ready but when Veronica notices Bea struggling to do her winged eyeliner she breaks the silence. “Hey do you need help?”

Bea smiles bashfully, “yeah.” She rubs the back of her head with her hand, “sorry Poppy used to help me with my makeup.”

“Right,” Veronica’s face slightly falls but she quickly covers it up, ushering Bea to come and sit on the bed. “Come on, I don’t bite,” Veronica bites the bottom of her lip, “unless you want me too.” Bea laughs but obliges sitting on the edge of the bed. Veronica clambers onto her lap, her thighs settling on the sides of Bea’s legs, and in response, Bea’s eyes widen in surprise but she remains glued in her spot, too shocked to move.

“V, what are you doing?” Bea whispers, her voice attempting to come across as reprimanding but it comes out as breathy.

“Relax, I’m just doing your eyeliner.” Veronica plucks the wand from Bea’s hand and angles herself close to the brunette’s face, as she begins drawing on the wings on Bea’s eyelids. Bea steadies herself, as she feels the heat of Veronica’s body so close to hers and when Veronica is finished with putting the finishing touches on her eyelids, she hops off Bea’s lap, making her way towards the desk, scuffling through Bea’s makeup bag before taking up her place on Bea’s lap once again. “Now I think this colour would look good on you,”

“You don’t think it’s too much red?”

“Oh babe, red means power, dominance, you don’t wanna be thinking about Poppy the entire night, you wanna have all eyes on you Bea Hughes.” Veronica uncaps the lipstick, her eyes burning into Bea’s lips as she carefully applies the red colour to her lips. “Perfect.”

Bea smacks her lips together, evenly spreading the red on her lips. “Thanks V.”

Veronica’s eyes dart to Bea’s lips, her tongue slightly running along her bottom lips before she breaks out of her reverie flashing Bea a smirk, “don’t thank me yet, thank me when you’re having the time of your life at the party.” Veronica slides off Bea’s lap, holding her hand out, “come on let’s finish up because Carter’s been waiting for a while.” Bea smiles up at Veronica, taking her hand as she lets the ombre-haired girl pull her off the bed, as they continue getting ready.

………

Once they arrive at the party, Carter drops the girls off at the front of the huge house before telling them he will park the car. Veronica’s gaze darts to Bea, who’s nervously toying with her hands, looking up at the intimidating house, the lights blaring and as the music echoes throughout, the bass thumping in their ears. Noticing the nerves settling into her, Veronica slips into Bea's, giving her a reassuring squeeze, “hey, it’s okay, it’s just a bunch of drunk, preppy uptight teenagers, nothing you don't usually face everyday.”

Bea lets out a small laugh, “just in a big ass house,” she jests.

“Yeah, just in a big ass house,” she gives Bea a light squeeze as she starts pulling Bea into the house with her. Automatically, they’re met with stares and whispers, as the students look astonished at Bea, some appraising her outfit, while others are confused about her presence. “Hey, just stay with me okay?” Veronica whispers over to Bea. Bea nods, her eyes roaming the room. “I’ll get us drinks.” The ombre-haired girl gives Bea a reassuring pat on her arm and leaves her side and Bea walks into the living room, observing the difference between the vibes of the party between the north and the south. Her thoughts then move to think about Poppy, how Poppy would love going to parties in the north but Bea couldn’t find the appeal in it. Poppy. Poppy, who broke up with her. She’s interrupted from her thoughts by a tap of her shoulder, and Bea turns around to see Veronica offering her a red solo cup, Bea takes a sip and winces.

“What the hell is this crap?”

“Yeah for a bunch of rich kids, their taste in beer isn’t the best,” Veronica jokes, slightly nudging Bea.

“We have way better beer in the south side.”

“That I can agree with.” Veronica looks over to Bea who looks lost in thought, “hey what are you thinking about?”

Bea sighs heavily, “Poppy,” she mutters.

Veronica nods once, “right, yeah.”

“Poppy would’ve loved a party like this, big fancy house an-”

“Bea,” Veronica says, her tone slightly agitated, “this,” she gestures around the room, “is a no Poppy zone. That means we don’t think about Poppy, only about fun.”

Bea nods, “fun. I can do that.” Veronica lifts her cup in the air, “what are we cheering to?”

Veronica gives Bea a smile, “here’s to the first steps in moving on.” The girls tap their cups together before downing their drinks. “Now if we wanna get drunk, we’re gonna need a lot more of these.”

The party is still ongoing, and Bea sits in a circle with a few girls from the volleyball team and a few of the football team and other people she doesn’t recognise while Veronica sits beside her.

“Bea you look so pretty,” one of her teammates says.

“Yeah Bea your makeup is literally gorgeous,” another chimes in.

“Who knew strip tease can clean up well,” Ford jests, but Bea slumps her shoulders a little, remembering that these people are not her friends.

Carter enters the circle slapping Ford on the head as he goes, “shut up, Hughes is cool.” Bea gives Carter a nod of appreciation before looking down at the drink in her hands. Her thoughts move a million miles a minute, but there’s a constant one stuck in her brain, Poppy.

Veronica looks over at Bea, frowning. “Hey come with me.” She stands, excusing herself from the group and Bea follows her close behind.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re gonna play a private game of truth or drink.”

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #star crossed lovers #thank you for waiting #i promise to be more consistent #love you guys

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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hi hello lina!! congrats on 4 years, thats so excellent :DDD may i please request mingi + pizza delivery boy au? thank u so much!!! <333

blue!!! thank you for being pictures anon and then my mutual <3 <3 I'm honestly so happy to have met you in the past year so it's an honor to do your request! I hope you like it :)

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Not blue requesting a fucking pizza delivery boy au and me titling it a completely different food name KSJDKJH

Title: Cotton Candy

Pairing: Mingi x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 731

Triggers: cursing

"We don't sell cotton candy here," you say the second Mingi steps into the restaurant, back from delivering the latest order.

He blinks once. Twice. Pauses with his delivery bag in hand and frowns. "Cotton candy?"

"Oh, come on - you don't get it?" You hop on the counter, not before looking both ways for your hardass manager who won't care that it's basically closing time and no one's here so you can pretty much do anything you want. "I spent all shift coming up with that!"

"They did." Yunho comes out from the back, dusting flour off his hands. "It was the most annoying thing ever."

Something clicks in Mingi's brain. Cotton candy is sweet. Very sweet. He might not get it completely, but he understands enough to have to fight back a blush. "Is this another flirting attempt?"

"I told you he'd get it in the end!" you crow, a grin splitting your face. "Take that, Yunho!"

"Y/N, you don't have to flirt with me," Mingi says, giving up on controlling the pink crawling up his cheeks. Pink, like cotton candy - okay, no, don't go there or you'll blush more. "I'm literally your boyfriend."

"Okay, and? Just because we're official doesn't mean I can't remind you how sweet you are." You reach up to pinch one of his warm cheeks without warning and he yelps at the slight sting. "Cotton candy sweet. Now let me continue flirting." Mingi has just enough time to process your words before your smile widens. "Wanna know why I said we don't sell cotton candy here?"

For a second, Mingi contemplates pretending he knows the answer and telling you no, he gets it. But Yunho is watching with an eyebrow raised and he just knows his best friend is going to say something like 'Oh yeah? Then what does it mean?' and he'll be stuck. Anyway, your eyes are sparkling like no tomorrow, even in this dimly lit shitty little pizza place, so maybe it's not the best idea to fake it til he makes it. If only to make you happy.

"Sure." Mingi puts the delivery bag on the counter beside you. "Why'd you say it?"

Blinding. That's the only way he can imagine describing your smile, brighter than the moon rising outside or even the sun during the day. It's warm, so warm, and added with the blush still settling in his cheeks he feels like he's about to combust but in the best way possible -

"Because someone as sweet as you deserves something as sweet as cotton candy!"

When Mingi comes back to earth, you're laughing, and Yunho isn't even bothering to hide his full blown snort as he tosses a rag into your face. He barely even notices - all he can feel is the rush of warmth all over his face. He must look like a tomato.

"Oh my God, I love you," you giggle, plucking the rag from your shoulders and hopping off the counter to give him a hug. "You're adorable."

Mingi blinks. He's still trying to process your words, which seem to be going a mile a minute. "Adorable?"

You reach up and pat his face. "You're blushing," you state as though it isn't as obvious as it is. "Your cheeks are pink. Like cotton candy." You lean forward and sniff the air. "Don't smell like it, though."

"We work at a fucking pizza place," Yunho intones from the corner. "We all smell like pizza."

"Well, I can dream," you snap back before turning your attention back to Mingi. The smile on your face grows softer as you press a kiss to his cheek. "Do you need help putting your stuff away? If not, I'm going to help clean up."

Putting his stuff away. Yes, that's something he still needs to do. "I'm good," he says, thankful when his voice doesn't squeak too much. God, the things you do to him. "I'll be back out in a minute to help with cleaning up."

"Alright." You pat his cheek again. "See you soon, cotton candy boy."

Mingi can hear Yunho's gagging and your laughing even as he disappears into the back. It's fine, though. He's smiling enough to take his mind off the blush that's reappeared on his face. He's pink, he can tell even without looking in a mirror. Very pink.

Like cotton candy.

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xmyshya · 3 years

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summary: Terushima is here for you. As he’s always been. You just haven’t noticed. genre: fluff, a bit of angst in the beginning warnings: mentions of being neglected (not by characters) betas: @vanille--kiss thank you so much, I love you my birdie! special thanks: @prismatales for this beautiful banner! I love you baby a/n: This work is a part of HQHQ server collab with the prompt “When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?” Check the event’s masterlist here! wc: 674

Terushima is in the middle of dressing up for the date, when he’s interrupted by a violently ringing doorbell. He’s not expecting any guests, and for a moment he considers pretending he’s not home. Curiosity eventually wins, which he’s grateful for, because behind the door he sees you. In tears. To embrace you is what he wants to do, “it would be crossing a line” is what he thinks.

“Come in.” is what he says.

You go to his room and plop on the bed, before noticing clothes everywhere. On a Friday evening. Shit, you didn’t even ask if he had plans, which, of course he did. Yuuji joins you in the middle of your frenzy, with two cups of your favourite hot chocolate, and shuts the door with the heel.

“I uhh, I didn’t know you were busy, I’m sorry, I- I’ll go now, so-” “Oi, babygirl, you’re not going anywhere.” “But I don’t want to interrupt your outing!” “Too late, already cancelled.” “Yuuji…” “Y/N~...”

“So, what happened?”

The faux blonde asks like the best friend that he is, after you take a few sips of the drink and calming down a little. Though, in contrast, feeling your head leant on his shoulder makes him feel agitated.

“He…”

Oh good, your boyfriend did something. He’s mentally scolding himself for being hopeful, this is not about him.

“He went to her. Again.” Sniff.

“We were supposed to go,” sniff “on a date, but he…” sniff “she asked him for help and he cancelled. Third time this week.”

Yuuji is quickly eyeing your form and notices you’re wearing a cute dress. For the date, probably. He wouldn’t let it go to waste, if you were his.

“Didn’t he also bail on you last week?”

Ah, he shouldn’t have said that. Your choked sob confirms. Truth is, it wasn’t just last week. He’s been calling off some of your meetings for a little more than 3 months now, only lately so frequently. The excuses? “Sorry babes, friends invited me to a gaming night.”, “I know we were supposed to watch this movie tonight, but there’s this party and I really wanna go.”, “I know you’re not feeling well, honey, but she needs me more.” You’ve had enough.

“Yeah, and today… Today I told him that I was his girlfriend, that I needed him more than some chick.” “Atta girl!” “So we fought and he… he dumped me.”

You bawl out your eyes onto his shoulder, staining one of his favourite shirts. Terushima doesn’t mind, all that matters is that he has you wrapped tightly in his arms. Even for a price of a few snots on the fabric.

“And it’s always like this, always! Everyone just treats me like a time filler and runs whenever an opportunity comes!” “Hey, that’s not true, babygirl.” “Is it so hard? Would you give up parties and all the other girls for someone?” “I would, for you.”

He didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“When will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?”

You realise what he just said and raise your head to look him in the eyes. His gaze is soft, as he brushes wet hair off of your face, wipes tears with his finger.

“You’ve always been my first choice.”

Memories flash in your mind. Terushima leaving a party, because you called him and said you were scared of going back home from your friend’s house alone. Him going with you to see a movie he hated, when his teammates were having a gathering. Skipping practice to tutor you for a test you were anxious about. And just now, he cancelled another date, just to hear you cry about your now ex-boyfriend. Maybe your feelings for him that you’ve been trying to suppress for so long, are mutual. Maybe you don’t have to suppress them anymore, because, you realise, you’ve always been his first choice. And it’s time to choose him too.

“Yuuji?” “Yes, babygirl?” “I choose you, too.” “What am I, a pokemon?”

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader part 12/??

Hey everyone, the 12th part is now out! I worked really hard on this and I hope you all enjoy it x

Thank you all for joining me on this journey and I hope you all like where the story is headed! :)

Warnings- Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing, physical harm, insinuated abuse, talk of kidnapping?

Day one

Things at the farm had been tense since Rick, Glenn and Hershel had returned to the farm with Randall. Shane had been acting like a child who hadn’t gotten his own way, as he always had acted since our childhood. The night that they had brung him home was a long night. Shane and Andrea had stationed themselves as guards, watching over Randall as if he were a prisoner of war. Daryl had barely slept, keeping guard of our tent if Randall were to escape.

He had been on edge since the arrival of the stranger, making sure I was within arms reach, wether or not it was his or someone else’s.

I walked into the house, smiling at Rick as we passed one another. “Hey sweetheart.” Patricia smiled as I started to make my way upstairs. “Hey Patricia.” I returned the smile. “Maggie’s upstairs.” She nodded towards the ceiling, turning and going back towards the kitchen.

I smiled softly and continued the walk to Beth’s room.

I stood in the doorway as Maggie sat on the bed with Beth for the third day in a row. “Come on Beth, Daddy’s back now, he is trying to help you.” Maggie spoke softly, stroking Beths hair. Beth didn’t move, she stayed completely still as Maggie continued to speak to her. I softly knocked on the door, Maggie’s head turning and she smiled softly,

“Hey.” I spoke gently. “Hey.” She smiled softly, looking up, her eyes bloodshot. “How is Beth?” I asked, entering the room, taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed, facing Maggie, softly rubbing Beth’s shoulder. “She isn’t responsive.” She sniffed. “Dad’s been checking on her and nothing.” She sighed. “She will be okay, she will get through this Maggie.”

“I know, I’m just worried about her.” Maggie sighed

“Maybe we should get you out of the house for a bit?” I offered.

“I- I don’t know..” “Come on, you can’t be cooped up in this house all day..” “I know that..” She sighed.

“I just- I don’t know if I should leave her..” Maggie continued, shaking her head. “I’m not going to force you to leave, but if you need to get out of the house, please, come find me..” I smiled softly, standing up and resting my hand against her shoulder.

Maggie reached up, resting her hand over mine as she looked up.

I waited a moment with Maggie in silence before walking out.

Once I reached the bottom of the staircase, I shared a smile with Patricia once more and reached for the door.

“(Y/n)! Wait!”

I turned around, watching as Maggie wiped her face, making her way downstairs.

She softly smiled at me as she reached the bottom. “Let’s go.” She nodded. “Maggie, Are you sure?” “Yeah, you were right.” She started.

“I uh- I need to get out of the house, out of that room.” She breathed out, gently moving past me and through the door, taking my hadn’t and dragging me behind her.

Maggie led me to the stables, dropping my hand as she walked closer to the stalls.

The horse in the stall stepped closer to the gate and stuck its head over the top of the stall. The horse was a beautiful blood bay, with a white marking going down its face, with a darker bay mane. “This is Nelly.” Maggie smiled, reaching up and patting the horse’s neck.

“She’s beautiful.” I smiled. “Come here.” She nodded her head, motioning for me to come closer.

The horse letting out a soft whinny as she moved her head up and back down. Maggie grabbed my hand and put it to Nelly’s muzzle. I softly pet her and she nuzzled into my hand, moving her head back to Maggie. The horse in the stall next to Nelly’s started to move closer, it head coming over its own gate and coming towards my head, sniffing me and whinnying.

This horse was a light bay, with a white diamond patch in between its eyes. “That’s Betsy.” Maggie smiled and I let my other hand make its way to her head. “She likes you.” She nodded, watching the horse continue to sniff at me, accepting my hand on her neck. “The feeling is mutual.” I smiled, as Betsy moved her head down, nickering. I turned to talk to Maggie as I felt a small nudge, I looked back to Betsy to be greeted by a small gust of wind on my face. I softly laughed and placed my hand on her muzzle, gently patting her jaw.. “Wanna go for a ride?” Maggie asked, a small grin on her face. “Uh, sure, is it safe? You know, for me?” “Yeah, besides. I’ll be watching you, we aren’t going far.” She smiled. “Okay, let’s do it.” I smiled.

Maggie smiled and moved around me, grabbing a saddle, stepping into Nelly’s stall and prepping her for the ride, I moved to grab the last saddle, only for Maggie to stop me, moving and grabbing it herself.

“Let me do that.” She smiled, taking the saddle from my hands, prepping Betsy.

She handed me the reins, walking in and taking the reins of Nelly, leading Nelly from her stall.

She motioned for me to follow her, out of the stables. Once we were out the front of the stables, Maggie stopped, grabbing the reins from me. “Okay, so you just place your foot in the stirrup, grab the horn and throw your leg over when you pull yourself up.” Maggie explained as she held Betsy steady. I nodded as I placed my left foot into the stirrup, following Maggie’s instructions as I grabbed the horn and hoisted my right leg over the saddle and almost fell back, Maggie moving over and gently pushing against my back, steadying me as I sat on the saddle.

“Not bad.” She smiled. “A bit wobbly, but pretty good.” She continued, moving to Nelly and gracefully mounting her.

I slightly moved around, positioning myself until felt comfortable.

“Just sit straight, don’t be tense, she can sense it. Sit like this.” She smiled, sitting tall, looking over at me.

“You’ve ever ridden before?” She asked as I moved to sit in the same position. “Does a pony when I was like 7 count?” I chuckled. Maggie laughed, slightly shaking her head.

“Id say so. Are you ready?” She asked, a grin on her face as she pat Nelly’s neck.

“Yeah, im ready.” I smiled.

“Okay, just gently squeeze your leg like this to get her to start moving, if you need her to stop, just engage your core and shift more weight into your back, she will stop.”

I nodded, doing as Maggie told me. I softly squeezed my right leg against Betsy’s side, she started to walk forward and I smiled, keeping balance.

Maggie had taught me how to steer Betsy, alongside her and Nelly.

We kept at walking pace as we left the farm.

Maggie turned onto the trail leading behind the barn and into the forest.

Betsy moved along the path, her hooves making a beat on the ground beneath us.

“Another five minutes and we will be there.” Maggie called out from ahead. “Where will we be?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” She smiled. Maggie was right, not that I doubted the girl that had grown up here, but within the five minutes on that beautifully covered trail we arrived at a clearing, with a pond that was surrounded by patches of wildflowers. “This is beautiful.” I smiled. “We used to come here all the time when we were younger. Before I went off to college.” Maggie smiled as she guided Nelly to the waters edge, dismounting and hitching the reins on the fallen branch that had complemented the clearing.

I guided Betsy over to Maggie and Nelly, starting to dismount Betsy. “Here, let me help.” “I got it, thank you.” I smiled as my feet met the ground… I copied Maggies actions and hitched Betsy next to Nelly.

Maggie moved and sat down by the water, bringing her knees to her chest as she looked over the pond.

“What made you bring me here?” I asked softly, sitting next to Maggie.

She looked over, a warm smile and looked back to the pond.

“You said i should get out of the house, get some air and I thought of this place.” She began, her hands moving to the grass, picking pieces of the grass apart, looking at her hands.

“I’ve always felt safe here. Whenever dad and I would fight, whenever I couldn’t stand being around Shawn or Beth was being to clingy, this is where id be.” “I can see why.” I smiled, looking around at our surroundings, the ankle length grass swaying with each small gust of wind, the sound of the leaves rustling as the branches swayed.

It really was a small paradise.

I leant back onto my elbows under the sun, closing my eyes and relaxing as I listened to nature.

“Thank you.”

My head turned to Maggie as I opened my eyes to see her.

“What for?” I asked gently.

“For being there. For helping us. It means a lot.” “You don’t have to thank me Maggie.” I paused, moving my hand to rest o her shoulder. “You’re family now.” Maggie smiled as she looked down at my hand, moving hers to grab my own, her opposite hand coming to wipe the small tears from her eyes.

We sat at the pond for hours, just talking about each others memories.

Maggie had laughed and told me about what she would do in college, the parties she went to, the things she’d done.

She asked me numerous things, like what it was like growing up.

Maggie had stood, reaching down and helping me up.

We made our way back to the horses, taking the reins as climbing up.

“So Shane has always been like this?” Maggie asked looking over to me as she gently nudged Nelly’s stomach, walking forward. “A big man child with an insatiable god complex? Yeah.” I laughed with her, following on Betsy.

“Okay, good. Thought we brung out the worst in him.” She joked.

I softly threw my head back as I laughed, Maggie’s laugh echoing with my own

We continued to joke and laugh on our ride back to the farm.

Once we made it to the stables we dismounted once more, taking the saddles off of the horses and leading them back into their stalls. I reached over and rested my forehead against Betsys as she softly nickered. Maggie smiled and waited for me. I gave Betsy one last pat before walking out of the stables with Maggie.

The closer we got to the house, the more we overheard. “Beth isn’t getting any better.” Hershel sighed. “Whats wrong with her?” Rick spoke up.

“I don’t know.” Hershel sighed.

Maggie went to go inside, only stopping as I softly shook my head, pulling her back.

“It seems like shock, but she isn’t eating. She isn’t drinking. Her body is already starting to shut down.” He paused.

“What do we do?” Glenn spoke up.

“We need a nasogastric tube, I’ll insert it and that’s how we will feed her until she starts becoming stronger.” “Okay, let’s do it. What are we waiting for?” Rick asked.

Maggie grabbed my hand, gently squeezing it as she listened.

“I would’ve already done it, but I don’t have the equipment to do so.” “Where is the equipment?” “Normally the pharmacy would have them, however im sure you haven’t come across any, that leaves the school. It’s too dangerous, too overrun.” Hershel began.

“Is there anywhere else?” Rick asked.

“There’s another town, a smaller one an hour from here. They have a pharmacy there, I don’t know if they’d have anything there though.” “Its a dead end?” Rick asked. “Its not certain.” Hershel responded.

There was a silence in the air between the three men.

“Ill go.” Glenn spoke up. “What?” Rick asked.

“Ill go. Just write down what we need and I’ll go get it. “No, it’s too late, you wouldn’t get there until after sundown.” “I’ll go tomorrow.”

“Glenn-“ “Hershel, please. I need to do this.” Glenn pleaded.

Rick sighed. “Ill come with you.” “No. I’ll be faster alone. I always am. In and out.” Glenn argued. “Trust me.”

I looked over to Maggie, who had tears in her eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Okay.” Rick sighed.

“Hershel, can you write down the instructions on how to get there and what you need?” “ill do it now. “Okay, It’s settled.” Rick stated.

We heard the men move around, footsteps now coming toward us, Glenn opening the door, making eye contact with Maggie, putting his head down and quickly ending her as she went to speak. Maggie looked back at me and smiled softly. “I-i need to go see Beth.” She sniffed, heading inside, the screen door closing behind her.

Day two

I woke up to an empty bed as I did the morning before.

I sat up, wiping my hand down my face as I yawned, rubbing the dried sleep from the corner of my eye.

I got dressed, pulling a tank top over my head, slipping on a jacket, rolling the sleeves to the elbow, and pulling on my boots.

I tied my hair up, and opened the door, making my way out of the tent and towards the house, stopping as I heard Maggie’s voice.

“Glenn, please! Let me come with you.” “No, Maggie, I-i gotta go get ready.” He tried to walk around her. “Glenn, you can’t go alone!” “Ive told you already, im better alone.” “I don’t want you going out there alone! Not after those people-“ Maggie pleaded.

“Those people are the reason im doing this! I couldn’t do what needed to be done then, but I can do it now.” “Glenn, you don’t need to prove yourself.” She sniffled. “You don’t understand.” He sighed, moving around her and heading inside.

I walked towards Maggie, watching as she wiped her eyes. “Hey, it’s okay.” “No, it’s not. Im worried about him.” “Glenn is smart-“ “I know that.” She sighed.. “I don’t care that I can’t go. I just wish that he would take someone..” Maggie paused, sighing. “For backup. We don’t know who is out there, not after last time.” She continued.

I stayed silent as Maggie began to sob. “Ill talk to him, I’ll convince him to take someone with him.” “What?” “Trust me, we go back. He will listen to me.” I smiled softly, hugging her before turning to enter the house and speak to Glenn. “We have put some extra gas in the Hyundai for you, packed up some food and water, some supplies to get you there and back, what you might need.” Rick spoke.

I found Glenn in the back room with Hershel and Rick. The three men in deep conversation before turning to look at me.

“Hey, Glenn, can I speak to you?” “Uh, im kind of in the middle-“ “Now.” I smiled tightly as I walked out of the room.

I heard Glenn sigh, his footsteps following me out of the room.

“What’s up? Im getting ready to-“ “I know you’re going on a run, and I know that its one you shouldn’t go on alone.” “(Y/n), I-“ “Shut up and let me speak.” “You need to take someone with you. T, Shane, Andrea or even Dale.” “It’s a small job. I’ll be in and out.” He shook his head. “I need to do this alone (Y/n/n). Trust me.” “Fine.” I scoffed, walking away from him.

I walked out of the house, and towards my tent, grabbing my book, and my pocket knife, sliding it into my back pocket, along with one of the handguns we had hidden in the tent, making sure the safety was on, tucking it into the back of my pants.

I quickly left the tent, looking around as I quickly snuck my way over to the car, checking to see if anyone was watching.

Luck had apparently been on my side as I opened the back door and climbed into the car, I quietly shut the door, laying flat on the floor between the front and the back seats, pulling the blanket off of the seat and covering myself with it.

I heard the screen door to the house open and I could hear Hershel remind Glenn what it was that he was after.

“I got it, first left after the bar, continue down the straight, turn right, and then keep going.” Glenn spoke. “That’s it.” Hershel responded. “Stay safe out there.” Rick commented. “I will.” Glenn spoke as he opened the car door, the car shifting slightly as he sat in the seat, closing the door.

“If anything happens, or you feel like anything is going to happen, get out of there. Come back.” Rick spoke, the sound of his hand tapping on the roof.

Glenn started the car, pulling away from the small group.

The car had been moving for what felt like 15 minutes, within the 15 minutes we had been moving the car had been silent, Glenn hadn’t turned the radio on, he hadn’t spoken to himself, other than a few occurrences in which he called himself an ‘idiot’. I moved the blanket off of my face, slowly moving to sit up on the back seat.

“I should talk to her.” He sighed, the sound of his hand hitting against the steering wheel.

“I’m such an idiot!” He muttered. “You are an idiot.” I agreed, placing my hands against the backs of the front and passenger seats, bracing myself as Glenn jumped, slamming on the brakes. “Jesus Christ!” He yelled, jerking forward at the force.

I smiled, moving forward, climbing over the centre console and into the front passenger seat.

Glenn’s widened eyes didn’t move from me, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Breathe, Glenn.” I chuckled. “What the hell was that?” He asked. “What?” “Why did you do that?” He questioned, still staring at me.

“Maggie and I didn’t want you to come out here alone.” “So you sneak into the car?!”

“Look, You weren’t going to let me come with you. I improvised.”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” “Glenn-“ “Im turning around, I have to take you back.” “And waste more time?” I raised my brow.

Glenn was silent, his jaw tensing.

“I mean, take me back, by all means, by the time we get back to the farm thats what, fifteen, twenty minutes wasted? All for you to have to drive back and waste more time?”

Glenn sighed, turning his attention back to the road.

The engine started and Glenn pulled out again, following the road.

“Daryl is going to kill me.” Glenn shook his head.

Stretching, I reach over and grabbed the lightly deteriorated book from the floor behind Glenns seat.

I flicked through the pages I had previously bookmarked, moving to a few pages behind them.

Congratulations! Your baby has officially graduated this week from embryo to foetus!

10 weeks pregnant, your baby is as big as a prune.

Absentmindedly I began running my hand over my abdomen, a small smile on my face.

I continued to read, eyes skimming over the pages.

Bones and cartilage are forming and small indentations on the legs are developing into knees and ankles. The arms, complete with elbows, can flex already.

Baby’s head takes up about half his length, and your cutie’s facial features are quite recognisable now.

Baby’s stomach and kidneys are operational now, churning out digestive juices and urine.

First thing you're likely to notice at 10 weeks pregnant is a slight roundness in your lower abdomen, In other words, at 10 weeks pregnant, you may be just starting to show. That’s because your ever-growing uterus is now slightly larger than a grapefruit. But don't worry if you can't quite see your bump at 10 weeks yet - you will soon enough.

I could feel eyes burning on me, so I placed the book down, folding the corner, marking this weeks information.

“Yes?” I asked placing the book on my lap, turning to look at Glenn.

“You called me an idiot.” “I did not call you an idiot, I merely agreed with your self analysis.”

Glenn was silent for a moment.

“Why am I an idiot?” He asked.

“You’re an idiot for shutting out Maggie. Glenn. She really likes you.” “She told me she loves me.” “Exactly. She loves you.” “Rick and Hershel were counting on me. I let them down because all I wanted was to get home, get back to Maggie.” He spoke, knuckles turning white against the steering wheel.

“Everyone has those moments Glenn.” “I should’ve done more in that bar. Hershel saved me, Rick saved us both and I did nothing.” “It was a momentary lapse in judgement Glenn.” “You can blame yourself all you want, but you can’t push Maggie away, because that girl, back at that farm loves you, and if you keep being dumb she will give up, and it’ll be too late.”

Glenn moved a hand to his face and sighed.

“I know.” He answered.

“You’re a great guy Glenn, and Maggie is an amazing woman, you’re great for each other.” I smiled, reaching over and patting his shoulder. “I know she is amazing.” He smiled softly.

“Exactly.” Glenn, continued watching the road.

I looked out of my window and watched as we made it into the first town. “Is this where-“ “Yeah.” Glenn nodded grimly as he carefully looked around.

Dead walkers littered the side streets, as did torn apart corpses.

Glenn turned left after we passed the bar, following the instructions he had repeated earlier.

The trees all blurred together as we drove by, Glenn slowing down looking ahead. “What are you doing? This isn’t the turn off.” “I know it’s not.” He whispered, staring ahead. I look over to him. “Get the map, tell me if there is any other way to this town?”

I reached into the glove compartment, pulling out the map, sitting my book in its place.

“I don’t see-“

Glenns hand met my chin, pulling my face to look ahead.

“Is that?” “I think so..” He whispered. About two miles down the road there was a horde, twice the size of the one on the highway when we lost Sophia.

“Holy shit.” I whispered.

I quickly unfolded the map, looking at the streets. “Here!, if you turn around there will be a left behind us we can take, it will take us through a couple of other side streets, but it’ll bring us out at the opposite end of the street we were meant to turn onto.” I pointed to the map, handing it to Glenn. “Okay.” He nodded, turning the car around and accelerating until we reach the turn off. “That was insane..” I whispered. “I mean, there were so many of them.” I shook my head. “We will be back before they come through hopefully.” Glenn stated.

We sat in silence during the rest of the drive, taking a few extra turns.

Glenn pulled over, parking next to a few abandoned cars, getting out and throwing dirt over the Bonnet and windscreen, trying to blend it in.

I got out of the car, looking around the deserted street. It was quiet, too quiet for my linking. There weren’t any dead bodies, no dead walkers, no live walkers, nothing.

“Glenn?” “Whats up?” “Lets be quick.” I looked at him. He looked at me quizzically. “Its too quiet, something isn’t right.” “Okay, we will be quick.” He nodded, picking up on my hesitance.

“This way.” He nodded towards an old wooden two story building.

I followed Glenn through the street, still no walkers to be seen.

Glenn pushed the door open gently, shining a torch inside. He looked to me and shook his head. “There’s no movement.” He whispered. I nodded, bending down and picking up an empty can.

Glenn shuffled aside, letting me stand in the doorway.

Kneeling down I toss the can into the building, the sound of aluminium clanking against the floor echoing through the building.

We waited for the growling and snarling to come, but nothing was heard.

I looked up to Glenn, he nodded, we both made our way into the building.

Cautiously looking around, we stop in the middle of the building.

“Ill take this the right, you the left?” I asked.

“Yeah, we need a-“ “Nasogastric tube, whatever else we can find that we can use.” He stated, looking down at the paper in his hand.

“Nasogastric tube, got it.”

I grab a back pack from a shelf, shrugging as I move to the right hand side of the store, picking up cans of food, shoving them into the bag, sifting through countless different products, putting whatever is useful into the bag.

I move further into the store, spotting a door at the back of the store.

Spotting a sign on the wall pointing towards the door with a first aid signal, I rushed over to the door, trying to open it, for it to be jammed.

crowbar laying on a shelf and smile. Today really is my lucky day.

I picked up the crowbar, shoving it into the smaller gap, pushing it towards the door.

The door began to move slightly, groaning under the pressure of the crowbar.

I stopped pushing against the door as I heard movement beyond the door.

Leaning my head against the door the movement stopped.

I looked around to see Glenn with his attention on reading a label.

I pushed the crowbar further into the gap, making sure to push against it harder.

The door groaned again, falling further back into the unknown room.

I pulled away, sighing as I took a step back, listening as the movement sounded once more.

“One more should do it.” I muttered, my hands giving the crowbar one more push, something behind the door crashing to the ground, the door flinging open, pouring some light into the darker room, dust swirling around the debris.

“(Y/n)! You okay?” Glenn called out, moving quickly.

“Yeah Glenn, I’m fine.” I called back, turning to see him stopping in his tracks.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m good.” I smiled back at him.

I pushed the door open a little more, my hand reaching for my gun, bringing it in front of my thigh, slowly stepping into the room, cautiously looking behind the door and checking the room for any walkers.

There wasn’t anything in the smaller room which seemed to be a medium sized office, just another two doors on the back and left hand walls.

The further I walked into the room, the more eerie it felt. Looking down to the corner I noticed a makeshift bed, messed around, a small dinosaur plush toy sat on the top of the strewn about blankets.

I snapped my head to the left as a metallic clang rang through the room.

I took three tense steps towards the noise, I looked under a thick wooden table, noticing a medium sized vent along the floor, the cover on the ground before it.

I almost stuck my head through it when i heard Glenn call out. “I got it!” He chuckled. “Got what?” “The nasal gastrotic tube.” “The nasogastric tube Glenn.” I called out correcting him.

“Damn it.” I heard him mutter.

As I stood up, I shifted around.

Moving towards the door, I look out. “Glenn?” “Yeah?” He looked over. “Can you smell that?” “Smell what?” He responded.

“I don’t know, I can’t put my finger on it.” I hummed.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” “Okay! Just give me a minute, I know there’s something useful in here.” I smiled. “Okay, be quick.” I could feel eyes burning into my back, but everywhere I looked, was vacant.

The smell kept getting stronger, heavier with each moment.

Trying to put my finger on the scent and what is was like. “Seriously, can you smell that?” I whipped around, calling to Glenn. “Must be your hormones!” He paused. “I didn’t mean it like that!” He was quick to defend himself.

The room began to fill with heat, small drops of sweat beading at my forehead and down my back.

“Glenn, something isn’t right.” I called out, making my way towards the door.

Inhaling sharply, my eyes widened, my mind rushed to distinguish the scent lingering.

The strong fumes of melting paint, burning plastic and charred wood. Smoke started to slowly seep through the minuscule cracks in the beams of the ceiling, all of which started creaking.

“(Y/n), are you ready-“ Glenn began to walk into the room, before I cut him off. “Get back!” I yelled, sharply pushing him away as the beam above us split in half.

I jumped back, my back hitting the floor, at the same time as Glenn fell, the ceiling caving in after seconds, debris and smoke engulfing the room.

I moved slightly, my head lulling to the side, looking to where the doorway once was. In the distance I could faintly hear my name being called over the cracking of the fire.

The room was filling up quickly with smoke, the heat now engulfing me.

The ringing in my ears died down, Glenns desperate yelling now processing in my brain.

“(Y/N)!”

I opened my mouth to respond, my breath taken from my lungs as I coughed harshly, my elbow coming up to cover my face.

“(Y/N)!” “Glenn! Im okay” I coughed.

“(Y/n)! Thank god you aren’t dead.” He called out. “Not yet.” I coughed, covering my face once more.

“Dont say that!” He scolded. “Can you get up?” He yelled. I pulled myself up, sitting, looking at the destruction surrounding me. I tried to move, my left leg being held down. I looked to my leg, noticing the beam that was laying on it. “I can’t, im stuck!” I called out. “What? What do you mean stuck?”

“My leg, I can’t move. There’s a beam on it.” “Okay, can you lift it?” “I- I don’t know.” I coughed again.

“Okay, there isn’t much smoke out here, it’s only a minor fire.” “I don’t think it’s a minor fire.” I called out, watching as the floor above us raged with auburn flames.

More debris started to fall from the gaping hole in the ceiling.

I sighed, looking down as I heard Glenn speak.

“What do you mean it’s not a minor fire?” “I mean it’s not a minor fire Glenn.” I paused. “The entire floor above us is an inferno, Glenn it’s only a matter of time until the supports on that side of the building give up.” “I don’t know what you mean-“ “I mean leave Glenn.” “What-“ “Go, get out of here!” I yelled. “Im not leaving you!”

“You have to! If you don’t get out of the building it could collapse on you.” “I can’t leave you.” “Glenn listen to me, we don’t know when the support beams are going to give up over there, im surprised they haven’t already.” I paused. “So you need to get out of there.”

“God forbid if I die in here, you need to tell Daryl I love him, and to stop being such an asshole and to blame me.” “You can’t give up!” “Im not giving up Glenn, im trying to make sure that you get back to Beth, Hershel and more importantly Maggie..”

“Im going to find a way to help you.” He yelled.

I could hear the fire raging above us, the wood starting to creak and groan more frequently. “Glenn get out, NOW!” I screamed. “I’ll come back! Just wait!” Glenn called out, his voice becoming more distant.

The ground shook as more of the ceiling caved in.

The feeling of my leg coming back as the weight slightly shifted.

I coughed into my arm, moving my hands to the beam, pushing it with all of my might. “Come on. Come on.” I repeated, grunting as I pushed again.

Tears slowly forming in my eyes. I screamed out of frustration as I pushed against the wood again, the audible groan from the wood shifting from my leg once more. I started to laugh softly as I began to pull my leg out from under the beam, feeling the entirety of the weight come off of my leg.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I began to stand, pushing my weight onto my arms as I pushed myself from the floor. The backpack on the floor near the thick wooden table, I smiled, moving as quickly as I could to table, noticing my gun that had been sitting under the back pack. I checked the safety, shoving the gun back into the back of my jeans, coughing as more smoke heavily took over the room. I reached back, my hands grasping the back pack and shoving it out of the vent and scrambling out after it as the table began to creak, pulling my legs from the vent and into my chest as the table crashed with a thud, smoke, ashes and dust being blown by the force into my face.

I sat a metre from the building, trying to get my breath back, coughing as the more fresh air hit my lungs.

“What do we have here?” A gravelly voice called out behind me, my stomach dropping as I turned to see a man with a disgusting grin.

His dirty hands reached out to caress my face, I turned my head in disgust, only to have him harshly grab my chin. He shook his head and ‘tsk’d as he smiled. “Pretty one ain’t you?” He paused. “Bet you’re obedient too.” He grinned. “Try and find out.” I growled. “oh, you got some fight little girl?” “Im gonna take you back to my camp, im gonna show you some things.” He spoke into my ear. “Dont touch me.” “Or what? You gonna shoot me?” He asked.

I looked behind him and grinned. “No, but my friend will.” I nodded.

The guy turned around, confused, turning back to me as I swung my head back and hit his with my own, making him fall back groaning. “You fucking bitch!” He yelled, holding his nose.

I scrambled away from the man, flinging the bag over my shoulder, pushing myself to run. I weaved between a side street filled with deserted cars. “Get back here!” He called out behind me.

I turned a corner and sprinted, only to be wiped out and thrown against a wall. Looking up I’m met with a pair of angry eyes and a busted, bloody nose.

“Tryn’a get away from me darlin?” He growled, licking a stripe up my face.

I closed my eyes in disgust.

I jumped as a gunshot sounded, my face sprayed with a warm liquid.

The weight of the stranger slipping from me, a thud sounding around me.

I stood with my back against the wall as I heard footsteps running to me. I heard another little thud as I felt the bag drop from my shoulder, and felt soft hands on my face. “(Y/n)! Are you okay?” “Hey, (Y/n/n) talk to me!” Glenn rasped out.

My eyes open, and I stared into Glenns worried orbs.

“Are you okay?” He asked once more.

I nodded, as he let out a breath of relief. He took a step back and bent down, picking up the back pack, slinging it over his shoulder. I looked at the body at my feet and back to Glenn.

Laughter erupted from my chest as I looked between to two again. “What?” Glenn asked confused.

I rested my hand on my knees and laughed even more. “(Y/n), what? What’s so funny?” He asked again. “Nothing.” I paused, laughter still emitting from my lips.

“Its just that” “I- I told him” “that you’d” “That you’d shoot him.” I spoke between laughter.

“Thats not funny.” He scolded, throwing my arm over his shoulder, helping me walk to the car. “It is from where im standing.” I wheezed out, my breathing going back to its normal rhythm.

Glenn was silent the entire walk to the car, a stern look on his face. I winced as I stood on my left leg. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, my legs just hurts.” “I’ll look at it when we get back to the car.” He spoke, looking around.

I saw a slight glare to the right of us. “Glenn, drop.” I whispered. “What?” He asked. “Shooter, on the right, drop.” I said again.

A gunshot rang out and we both dropped. Glenn took his gun back out as I pulled my own out.

Looking to my right I see the woman beside the dumpster, taking aim, I line her up and shoot. Her body slumped to the floor.

“So much for this being my lucky day.” I huffed as I looked around. A bullet hit the wall next to the alley, signalling that there had been a few survivors around. “He was at the barn.” Glenn spoke up. “Who?” “That guy who had you.” “So you think this is Randalls group?” I asked.

“Im guessing so..” He nodded. I grabbed the knife from my pocket and started stabbing tires. “What are you doing?” “Look, I don’t know how many of them there are, by chance we get to the Hyundai and make it out of here, im going to make it difficult for them to follow.” I whispered as I ripped a hole into a new tire.

I ran from behind one car to the next, a bullet whizzing past not even a moment after I hit cover again. Glenn nodded, lining the new shooter up, pulling the trigger.

Out of the corner of my eye, I grabbed my gun, lining up a new shooter and pulling the trigger, hitting him in the chest, watching as he dropped.

“There’s three coming from the left.” Glenn whispered. “Plan?” He asked. “I feel like we should’ve made a plan before leaving the car.” I joked lightly.

“So do I now.”

Before either one of us could try to line up a shot, bullets began to whir past us, the car infant of us vibrating as each Bullet hit it, glass smashing, flying over the two of us.

As the bullets stop I get up and run to the next car, one gunshot ringing out as I felt a light sting against my arm, glass flying as I duck down.

I pick up a brick, pegging it to the store, watching as the bullets all rein in on the brick. I smile as I pull out the gun, two shots ring out as I hit my targets, the first man hitting the ground, the second one falling into the car.

I can hear commotion behind me, turning around I see that the last guy was straddling Glenn, to focused on his revenge speech, choking him out. “You killed Tony! You killed Dave!” He screamed into Glenns face as it started to turn blue. Running over, I lift my leg, kicking the blonde int he face, watching as he flew off of Glenn who was now gasping for air. The blonde guy pulled me to the ground and tried to wrestle me beneath him.

I kicked him in the stomach listening as he groaned out, scrambling to get my gun I turn back and hit him in the face with the handle, watching as he fell back. “He killed your friends?” I asked looking down at he man who nodded, slyly reaching into his pocket, a blade coming into my view. “I’m the one thats going to kill you.” I spat, pulling the trigger as his eyes widened.

I turned the safety on, placing the gun into my jeans, reaching down to help Glenn up.

I groaned as I pulled him up, my body starting to ache. “Let’s go home.” I muttered, hobbling to the car. Glenn was quick to my side to support me on the rest of our walk to the car.

It had felt like an hour, but in reality it had been five minutes.

The green Hyundai was where we had left it.

I smiled softly as I noticed Glenn had already packed his pack into the car.

He quickly moved to grab the first aid kit from his pack.

I looked into the glass, looking at the mess reflecting back at me.

I was covered in scrapes, soot and blood.

He opened the passenger door for me and helped me sit into the car, quickly pulling out a med kit and moved to lift the leg of my jeans.

“Just cut it.” I shook my head looking down.

“What?” “The jeans, just cut them, its okay.”

He nodded, grabbing his knife and tearing the fabric below my knee.

“Your leg is burnt.” Glenn whispered.

I looked down to see the skin beginning to Blister.

Glenn reached into his back pack, pulling out a small canister. “Take two of these antibiotics. To fight any infections, we can’t clean this here, hershel will have to do it.” He sighed.

He grabbed a topical ointment and carefully wiped it onto the skin, quickly bandaging it. “Thank you.” I smiled softly down at him. Glenn nodded, his eyes, moving to my arm.

He reached up and pulled my jacket sleeve off of my shoulder cursing. “You’ve been shot.” “What now?” I asked, I looked to my arm and stared at the graze wound. “Would you look at that.” I stated. “This is serious.” “I know, but come on, thats barely a shot.” I tried to lighten the mood as Glenn poured a cap of peroxide on the graze.

“Shit!” I hissed. “Sorry.” Glenn apologised, bandaging my arm too.

I moved my legs into the car, Glenn shutting the door, packing up the rest of our things and climbing in himself.

The first ten minute of the drive was silent.

A tension in the air so thick that you’d have to use a machete to break it down.

“I didn’t want to leave you behind.” Glenn broke the silence.

“It was the only option for at least one us to get out.” I responded. “We both should’ve got out.” “And we both did.” “Not the way we were supposed to. We were meant to walk out of there. Both of us.” “The important thing is we-” “That guy was the third person I killed.” Glenn cut me off. I turned to look at Glenn. “What do you mean?” “There were others, laughing, snickering outside of the building. Two of them. Laughing about how they started the fire.” He spoke voice full of hate.

I stayed silent as I listened to him. “They were making plans on what to do with you when you walked out of the door, an ambush to take you away.” “I thought you were dead after that second collapse.” He spoke, a guilty look on his face. “So I shot them. Both of them.” He gripped the steering wheel.

“I walked back to the car, packed everything up when I heard that guy yelling, I turned around and I saw you sprinting around the corner, that guy hot on your heels. So I followed you guys.” “Thank you.” I nodded. “Honestly, thank you, I didn’t get a chance to say it before. You saved me.” “I had to.” “No, you didn’t. You could’ve left. You stayed.” “Because you’re family. I couldn’t have left you.” I rested my hand on his arm, a small smile on my face as I knew that no matter what, the both of us would always make it back.

“Thank you.” Glenn spoke. “For saving my life back there.” He finished. “I owed you one.” I smiled.

Glenn softly smiled. “Okay, next time we make the plan before going on the run.” I joked softly. “Next time? There won’t be a next time!” He exclaimed. “Calm down. It was a joke.” I laughed as he began to softly laugh too.

“Wait a minute.” “What?” “How the hell did you get out from under the beam?” “Oh, I don’t know honestly. I think the second collapse shifted the debris from the first, and it shifted the beam enough for me to move it a bit.” “For a minute there I thought you were Wonder Woman.” “Nah, I was more like the hulk.” I joked.

“Seriously though, I remember reading something about mothers and their ability to get super strength if their child was in danger.” Glenn spoke, nerving out. “In all honesty, I get that. Bean here isn’t even born yet and I know for a fact that id throw a car at anyone trying to hurt them.” I chuckled softly as I patted my stomach. Bean… “Glenn, can you drive faster?” “Yeah? Why?” “What if Bean isn’t okay?” I asked, my throat beginning to feel like it was closing in on itself.

Glenn’s face paled as he began to accelerate more.

The familiar gate was within our sights after half an hour, Glenn cutting the travelling time in half as he sped to get us both back.

I could see the group of people began to gather around as we made our way down the drive. Daryl was watching the car, pacing as he watched, stopping when he saw the state I was in.

He began to run to the car, throwing the passenger door open, his hands roaming my body, checking the bandages on my arm, and my leg. “What the hell happened to ya?” He snapped at me, looking over to Glenn whose colour hadn’t returned to his face.

I swung my legs out of the car, felling Daryl snake an arm under my thighs, and one under my arms, picking me up and taking me bridal style to the house.

“What the hell happened?” Shane yelled as Daryl walked past, Shane had decided to follow us.

As we walked I looked around, feeling everyones eyes on me. I made eye contact with Maggie who was almost in hysterics as she mouthed an apology to me, bringing her hand up to her mouth.

Lori was shielding Carls face into her chest, not wanting him to see me like in the state I was in.

“Hershel!” He yelled, almost repeating himself as he got closer the house.

I stayed silent, as I knew that now wouldn’t be the time, Daryl needed to check on his own and then we would talk.

Glenn was rushing behind us, ignoring everyone.

Hershel made his way out onto the porch, face dropping as his eyes landed on me.

“Get her inside, quickly.” He opened the door, holding it for Daryl, rushing in after us.

“Get her on the bed.” He instructed.

Patricia rushed in with a bowl and a wash cloth. I looked up to hershel who went to check on my leg. “No.” I shook my head. “What? I need to look at-“ “The baby.” I nodded, resting my hand on my abdomen, looking past everyones questioning eyes.

Hershel looked down and nodded, grabbing his stethoscope and resting it against my abdomen.

“Everyone out.” Hershel called, watching as everyone but Daryl, Rick, Shane and Glenn vacated the room.

Daryl stood against the wall, scowling at me.

I was in deep shit.

“The baby is fine, a good, strong heartbeat.” Hershel nodded.

He moved to get new cause and looked at my leg, Patricia sitting beside me and wiping the soot, blood and dirt from my face.

I breathed lightly, tears now freely leaving my eyes out of relief.

“What happened?” Rick asked.

“We were in the building.” Glenn started.

Everyone turned to look at him as Hershel tended to me.

“The town seemed deserted, it was a ghost town.” He paused. “We were searching the building.” “I saw a door, I forced it open, after hearing noises behind it.” Glenn looked at me. “You heard noises? And you Didn’t tell me?” “I didn’t think anything of it!” I defended. “Hey! Back to the damn story!” Shane yelled.

“I broke into the room, I felt weird, it felt like I was being watched.” I nodded. “Where were you?” Daryl asked Glenn. “Its nots his fault.” I defended him. “Its gotta be someones.” He shot at me.

“There was a fire.” I whispered, they all looked at me questioningly.

“Glenn was about to walk into the room, I saw the ceiling crack above him and I pushed him away.” I paused, remembering the heat from the collapse. “The ceiling caved in, beam landed on my leg I was stuck.” “How’d you get out?” “I made Glenn leave.” “You left her in there?!” Daryl yelled rushing to Glenn, Rick standing between the two.

“He had to otherwise he would’ve died!” I yelled, bringing the attention back to me.

“If he died I know for a fact I would’ve! When the second collapse hit, it shifted the beam enough for me to move it a bit. Thats how I got out, when I did get out a man was waiting for me.” I swallowed.

I looked around to notice Daryl shifting uncomfortably, the rage burning in his eyes. Shane looked like he was ready to tear down the town.

“I got away from him, but he found me. Glenn took him out.” “Turns out it was him and his buddies that started the fire.” Glenn spoke.

Glenn looked to the floor.

“Go on Glenn. Tell them.” I encouraged. “Tell us what?” Rick asked.

“They were Randall’s group.”

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I DONT THINK I HAVE EVER SHIPPED ANYTHING MORE THAN ELLIOT/MORGAN OTHER THAN STUCKY. PLEASE IM BEGGING IM ON MY KNEES SCREAMING FOR A PART 2

here honey here have a part two that’s like a prequel but not but it is mwah

i should try following a timeline huh

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The worst day of Elliot’s life, and he’s barely five years old.

He was blue, Morgan was wearing a sunny yellow dress that didn’t quite reach her knees and billowed around her when she ran.

The blue wasn’t supposed to show up, but he slipped and fell off the ladder to Morgan’s treehouse, scraping up his left knee pretty badly. Morgan ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, yelling for her parents to come help.

That was the first time he thought yellow could be a nice color—yellow means sun, sun is hot, hot isn’t good. But it’s nice and happy on Morgan, it dulls the pain in his knee for a little bit.

She comes dashing back to him dragging her dad behind her. “He’s hurt, you gotta fix him!”

“I’ll need some new batteries for this one,” Mr. Stark smiles, scooping him into his arms and brushing away a stray tear with his thumb, carrying him back to the house. “Miss Morgan, will you run ahead and fetch us an ice pack and a band aid?”

She bolts off ahead of the other two, Elliot still sniffling into Tony’s shirt. He doesn’t seem to mind.

Plopping Elliot on the countertop, Mr. Stark cleans up the scrape with a wet cloth and flicks water at his teary little face, looking for a smile again.

“Y’know, I broke an actual bone one time,” Morgan offers, patting his leg with a comforting little hand. “My baby toe, it snapped off!”

“You stubbed it, sweetheart,” her dad corrects with a small smile, “that doesn’t count as broken.”

But it brings a little laugh to Elliot’s eyes, and he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “So y’only have nine toes?”

“Yup.” She looks down at her bare feet and counts for a moment. “Wait...no, this time there’s eleven.”

The little boy laughs, much to Tony’s relief. He’d rather not have to answer to an overprotective, angry god for hurting his son on his watch—while the two of them have of course reached a mutual understanding, being thrown out another window isn’t exactly something he looks forward to.

“All clean,” he hums, ruffling a hand through Elliot’s curls. “Let’s get some ice on this and we’ll seal the deal with a bandaid, alright?

It’s a fun ice pack, one of those ones shaped like a little cartoon animal—this one’s a turtle, smiling up at him as Tony sets the ice pack on Elliot’s bruised knee.

A few seconds later, Morgan is staring and Tony is desperately trying not to.

Elliot wipes his nose again with a sniffle and catches a glance of his hand as he moves, his heart dropping.

He’s, um...blue.

His skin is all patchy, spots of blue spreading over his arms and legs and he’s sure it’s going to his face, too.

A hollow feeling settles in the pit of his stomach and he taps Tony on the shoulder.

“Mr. Stark?” He whispers, hoping Morgan doesn’t overhear. “Is it—is it on my face?”

Tony gives him a reassuring smile and nods. “It looks awesome,” he tries to assure him, but Elliot drops his head to his hands.

“I wanna go home, Mr. Stark,” he mumbles. “Please, I wanna go home.”

He peeks out from behind blue fingers to find Morgan still staring, mouth open in a surprised little gape, and his eyes start swimming with tears when she won’t look away.

“Please don’t look at me,” he whispers, and Tony quickly wraps him in a hug.

“Don’t worry, Elliot,” Tony chuckles nervously, tiptoeing around the sensitive subject at hand. “We, uh, we love when our friends can do cool things, don’t we, Morgan?”

No answer, and the little bit of hope left in Elliot’s blue heart is gone in a blink.

“Morgan?”

“Y-you’re blue.”

The pointed look Tony tries to shoot at his daughter falls short as Morgan takes a step closer, little index finger extended and—

Poke.

“Morgan,” Tony hisses, holding Elliot tighter when he flinches at her touch. “Don’t do that.”

“Ooo, you’re cold, too!” Morgan’s jaw has dropped, and she pokes him again. “Are you really a snowman?”

“Mr. Stark,” Elliot asks thickly, “please, c-can my dad come pick me up now?”

“Of course, little guy. Friday, get his parents on the phone?”

It’s barely minutes until you’re knocking on their door, piecing together what’s going on when Tony opens the door with your almost completely blue kid hoisted onto one hip, Morgan still stunned and staring behind him.

“We hit a little hiccup,” Tony explains, and Elliot rushes over to you, burying his face in your knees. “He fell off the ladder to the treehouse, bumped a knee, I thought an ice pack might help...my bad.”

“That’s not your fault,” you assure him, running a comforting hand through Elliot’s hair. “Thank you for having him over, Tony, I’m sorry, we should’ve...y’know, warned you.”

“No, don’t worry about it. He’s you and Loki’s kid, I expected a hell of a lot worse.” He winks and squats down, rubbing a hand over Elliot’s back. “When that knee gets better, kid, you’ll have to come back over, I—”

“HEY!!”

Morgan’s broken out of her daze, gaze landing on you and raising an arm to point at you with wide eyes.

“Did you know he turns blue??”

“I did, actually,” you chuckle, but Elliot just hugs your legs tighter. “Pretty cool, right?”

Morgan gapes, that finger frozen in midair. “Do you turn blue, too?”

“Nope.” You smile over at her, waving away Tony’s wince. “He gets it from his dad!”

“Daddy,” she gasps, “lookit, his eyes’re red now, too—”

“That’s enough, Morgan.”

Tony scoops her into his arms. “We’ll see you next time, Elliot, alright?”

Judging from the tears starting to soak through your pants, he won’t be answering any time soon.

Mouthing I’m so sorry one more time to you, Tony gives you a last apologetic smile and closes the door, just as Morgan starts blabbering again.

“That was freaky, dad, he got real cold and blue, and his eyes—”

“C’mon, kiddo.” You bend down to lift Elliot into your arms with a wheeze—“you’re getting pretty big for this, hm? Growing up so fast. Lets get you home.”

“Mommy?”

Buckling him into his car seat, you pause and press a kiss to his little blue forehead. “What’s up, sweetie?”

“Are you scared of me?”

Your jaw drops with a shocked little huff and you buckle the last strap, patting his knee and looking him straight in the deep, blood-red eye.

“I absolutely am not.”

“But I’m a monster,” he whispers, eyes glistening. “Like dad, right?”

“Wrong,” you nearly choke, a lump forming in your throat. “No, Elliot, no, no, no, you and dad aren’t monsters, where’d you get that idea?”

“But we’re blue, a-and our eyes turn red—”

“Listen to me, Elliot.” Brushing some curls off his forehead, your voice turns stern. “Just because you’re a different...different colour than other people, doesn’t make you any less than them, do you hear me?”

The little boy wipes his nose and nods.

“And it would never make you a monster,” you assure him. “You are beautiful, Elliot. Inside and out. And you know what?”

“What?”

You tap a finger against his blue chest with a small smile.

“This heart right here? It’s yours and no one else’s. And I don’t care what body is carrying it, I’m going to love you because of the pure, beautiful heart you have inside.”

The corner of Elliot’s mouth twitches, almost a tiny smile.

“Does that make sense?” You laugh quietly, giving his seatbelt a tug. “It means that I love you, Elliot, no matter what colour you are or how cold you might get. I’m still gonna hug you.”

He giggles then, teary and hesitant, but right away opens his arms to wrap around your neck when you hug him tight.

“Makes sense,” he whispers, sniffling into your shoulder amidst giggles. “I love you, mommy.”

“I love you, too, kiddo.”

Hugging is difficult when you’re working around a car seat, but you stay there in Elliot’s arms until he sniffs and loosens his grip.

“Monster,” you scoff with a laugh, rubbing your eyes and giving Elliot one last kiss on the cheek. “Who made you think that, sweetie? I’d like to have a word with them.”

You wink and smack your fist into the palm of your other hand, bringing another adorable little laugh from your son.

“Don’t beat him up,” he giggles, shaking his hair out of his face—he needs a haircut, these curls are getting out of control. “I heard it from daddy, so you can’t beat him up!”

“Wha—excuse me??”

“Dad thinks it sometimes,” Elliot explains. “I hear it in his head! He’s really loud in his head, y’know? S’weird, he’s quiet outside, but inside he’s super loud—”

“Dad said that?” Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.

“He never said it...just in his head. I dunno, I just hear him sometimes when he’s too loud.”

“O-okay.” Taking a shaky breath, you give your kid a half-hearted smile and go get behind the wheel. “Well, um, sometimes...sometimes dad thinks the wrong thing.”

“But dad’s always right,” Elliot grins.

“Not always...” you anxiously chew your lip as you drive, mind racing. Your son having these kinds of thoughts is one thing, but if he’s hearing it from his father?

You thought Loki was getting better with that whole “monster” image of himself.

“I’ll talk to him,” you promise your kid with a sure smile. “But dad’s wrong. You’re not a monster, and neither is he. That’s the bad parts of dad’s brain talking. Don’t listen to those bad parts, you understand?”

Elliot nods, gaze drifting to the trees zipping by. “I don’t think dad’s a monster,” he says simply, more to himself than anything, it seems. “I love him.”

You try, but just can’t stop the lone tear that slips down your cheek. “So do I,” you hoarsely reply. “I love him, too.”

Years.

It’s been years, and that’s still not enough?

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eeyore101247 · 5 years

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Are You Trying To Kill Us?!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Roommate AU Prompt: New roommate cooks alone for the first time and almost burns down the house (@americanbeautiies)

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

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You groaned as you looked over your scattered notes and lab data sheets. You had a major lab due soon, and you were struggling to get it typed up. Nothing seemed to make sense in your data, and it didn’t seem to support your hypothesis, no matter how many times you rewrote it. Maybe you just weren’t approaching it right, or maybe you were looking at it all wrong. After 5 hours of staring blankly at the numbers and words littering the pages, you had come no closer to a resolution.

Your pencil snapped underneath your stressed grip, and you cursed under your breath. Dropping the broken pieces, you sighed, running your fingers through your (Y/H/C) hair, messing it up even further. You were getting nowhere with your work, and it was only frustrating you more. It didn’t exactly help that in the last hour, your new roommate had decided to start banging around pots and pans in the kitchen.

You groaned as a particularly loud thud came from down the hall. You buried your face in your hands; you didn't even want to know what Peter was up to. There was something weird about him, but ever since your last roommate just sorta disappeared, you needed help with the rent. Within a week of putting up a post, Peter Parker had showed up at your door with a sheepish smile on his face, stuttering over his words as he asked if the offer was still open.

It had been a crazy couple months since he had moved in. He was rarely around, always sneaking into the apartment in the dead of night. You swore you heard him talking to himself occasionally when you walked past his room. On the days he was home, he would be rushing to get homework or studying done. Sometimes, you were able to convince him to stay home and watch movies for a night so the two of you could relax. Those nights were always fun and where you really got to know the adorably nerdy dork you lived with. Your favorite nights were the ones where the two of you would stay up late trying to binge watch all the Star Wars movies. You always managed to fall asleep halfway through, but Peter never seemed to mind.

One time, you had faked it, having been curious how you always ended up in your bed. As you laid across the couch, pretending to be asleep, you heard Peter start to make a comment then stop. A soft chuckle came from him, the sound of the movie coming to a stop as his presence on the couch disappeared. It wasn’t long before you felt his arms slide under your back and knees, gently picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your bedroom. Your mind raced, wondering if he did this every time you fell asleep during movie nights. You soon felt the softness of your bed, and the warmth of his arms disappeared as he pulled away. You stayed still and waited for the sound of your door shutting, but you had to suppress a shutter when you felt a soft pair of lips press against your forehead. Peter mumbled a soft 'goodnight' before his footsteps left and the door shut behind him.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the high pitched sound of the smoke alarm and the scent of smoke filling your nose. Eyes wide, you quickly pushed away from your desk, hurrying to the kitchen to see what was happening. You heard the clash of pots, followed by muttered curses and the sound of something being sprayed. As you round the corner, you saw Peter standing in the kitchen, fire extinguisher in hand as he sprayed it at the flames that consumed whatever was in the pan.

“Peter! Are you trying to kill us?!” You yelled as you ran into the kitchen, grabbing a dish towel and trying to smother the flames since the extinguisher didn’t seem to be working. You managed to put out the fire, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. In the pan, sat the remnants of a pancake, though by the smell, something hadn’t been right with the batter to begin with. With a sigh, you brought your attention to the batter mixture to your left, leaning over and giving it a sniff.

Yep, something is definitely not right with that batter.

You bite back a gag as you turned around to face Peter. His head hung as he stared at the floor sheepishly. A trail of bright red led from the tips of his ears down across his cheeks. You could tell he was embarrassed by the way his shoulders hunched forward like many of the other times you’d caught him in weird situations. You let out a sigh, walking over and giving him a smile.

“It’s fine Peter. You were trying to do something nice. I get it.” You said softly, resting your hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. He relaxed under your touch, letting out a breath before looking up at you.

“So you aren’t mad at me for almost burning down the apartment?” He asked softly, his gaze hopeful and pleading. He looked similar to a sad puppy, pleading for forgiveness from its owner. You crumbled beneath that look, shaking your head slightly as you dropped your hand back to your side.

“I’m not mad Pete. What matters is that you and I are both ok.” You said with a smile, turning around and starting to clean up the mess. You heard Peter scramble behind you to help, quickly picking up the ruined batter and dumping it in the trash.

“Wanna just get take out?” You asked, looking over at him with a smile. He gave a small nod, his gorgeous brown eyes meeting yours.

“Yea, um, sure.” He stuttered, giving you a goofy smile before focusing on helping you clean. You couldn’t help but smile at his adorably dorky personality, remembering all the Star Wars stuff in his room. Several action figures and other collectibles always littered his room, his collection ever growing as he start collecting Funko Pop figures. His Lego Death Star he said he built with his best friend Ned, sat securely propped up on his large desk, the Millenium Falcon decorating the other side.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he wiped his hands off on a Star Wars towel he got off Amazon, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Pizza?”

“Pizza sounds good.”

He nodded in response, dialing the number and walking off, putting in your order. You watched him walk off, admiring the toned muscles in his back that you could see through his shirt. For as dorky of a guy he was, he was extremely fit and good looking. One of the many reasons you had fallen for your roommate. You would never admit that secret though, knowing he would never feel the same way about you.

You knew plenty of his secrets, though it was by complete accident. He didn’t know you knew though, having only caught him when his back was turned or he was too distracted. You knew how much he missed his aunt, having caught him looking at her picture several times. You’d also caught him doing impressions of the Avengers in a mirror, which always caused you to giggle. You’d also seen a lycra suit in his laundry one day, but you didn’t say anything. Of course, it explained his late nights and sudden disappearances. It also explained his fast reflexes whenever you tripped over your own feet.

You remembered one particular spill you'd taken not too long ago - one that had changed how you felt for the adorable brunette. You were returning home after a particularly long day. Your bag had broke, leaving you to carry all of your textbooks and folders in your arms. By the time you had reached your apartment, your arms ached and legs shaking a bit from having to stabilize all this weight without the support of the handrail. You had managed to finagle the door open, gently pushing it further with your foot as you stepped in, but with your luck, you stumbled over one of your shoes sitting by the door, your books tumbling out of your arms and to the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the painful collision with the hardwood floor, but it never came. Instead, you had felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, catching you before you could fall to the floor. The strong scent of a familiar cologne had filled your nostrils, heart fluttering in your chest as his warmth soaked through to your very core.

You let out a sigh as you set the now clean dishes in the cabinet, turning around and smiling as you saw Peter sitting on the couch, heart fluttering in your chest.

You had fallen in love with Spider-Man, and didn’t know what the hell to do about it. But padding across the living room to plunk down next to him on the couch seemed like a pretty good place to start.

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boogiewrites · 6 years

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Reports & Repertoire 13

Characters: Eddie Brock x Venom x Candace Miller (OFC)

Word Count: 7100+

Summary: Venom romances Candy in an attempt to seduce her to get her to sleep with them. It works.

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Sexual Content: Threesome with Venom giving oral sex. Fluff. Flirting. Seduction. Romance. Venom being very into rom-coms. Eddie being a gorgeous dumb ass. Venom’s understanding of romance is a bit cliche, but his (Eddie’s?) heart is in the right place.

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Candy and Venom had been taking into consideration their discussions about sex, trying to get to a place of comfort and mutual validation with each other. It gave Eddie some time to breathe as far as Venom talking constantly in his head. He'd been reading up on human relationships, what was healthy and not, as Candy liked to always say communication was the key to a healthy one. Venom knew healthy was a good thing and he wanted to have their relationship running as well as he did Eddie's body.

They had many texts while they were apart about sex. This was crucial to their, very specific situation. They talked about what they liked, what they didn't, what they had or hadn't tried before and Eddie hadn't ever been with someone who actively wanted to know about his sexual history. Candy told him she wanted to know so she could help him overcome this shyness he seemed to have about what he liked. Her openness led to deep dive discussions on taboo's, society and culture expectations and Venom was enthralled.

Once Venom felt like he had enough data to approach the situation delicately, which is what he had been told would be best, he moved onto the part he had already learned the most about. Romance. Venom liked romantic comedies. He didn't understand the appeal of the tragic ones, not understanding why people would want to feel sad while intaking entertainment, but he watched everything he could find that he could get to.

"Eddie," he says one evening, being full of human remains and just having watched an 80's rom-com. "I have realized something."

"Oh yeah?" Eddie says, eating out of the Tupperware container he'd taken of leftovers from the last time he and Candy cooked together. Or rather, the last time she tried to teach him how to cook and she and Venom had made him look like he couldn't even boil water.

"You and Candy have established your fondness, your coupling in an official capacity." he begins.

"Thought you were all about romance right now? That's the least sexy thing I've ever heard." he chuckles.

"Shut up Eddie, listen to me." he turns his hovering head to his hosts face. "I have not done that. Even though you and I...we are one, she does not see it that way. I think that I, as a singular being, need to tell her these things myself." he stares at Eddie with rounded eyes.

"Couldn't hurt." he says supportively.

"I want us to be romantic Eddie. We could woo her now. We understand making love, the emotions, the tenderness, the connection." he continues. "We could be together with her and consummate this relationship."

"Woah, bud, I know we like her but I don't think proposing is the right way to go right now." he says with a hesitant frown.

"Marriage? I did not say marriage." Venom tilts his head.

"Isn't that what consumers means?" he wonders with narrowed eyes, as if he were asking himself, and on a technical level, he was.

"Eddie. You are handsome always and dumb sometimes." he says, nuzzling against his cheek.

"Hey..." Eddie pouts.

"It is is a term not exclusively used to mean marriage." he explains.

"Alright. So you wanna ask Candy to be your girlfriend too?"

"I think it would be beneficial. Do you?"

"Worth a shot." he shrugs.

"I will need to teach you about romance Eddie." Venom says, perking up.

"I think I know what romance is, bud." he rolls his eyes.

"I am inside your brain Eddie. You do not." he informs flatly.

"Says the alien...the not human alien...to a human male who has had relationships before." he purses his lips at his friend.

"All have failed. With the exception of Candy. And I am trying to stop that from happening."

"Ouch." he says, his chin pushing into his neck.

"It's true."

"Yeah but...shit, you don't gotta come for my neck like that." he shakes his head and sighs. "So if I don't know about romance...what exactly are you plannin' on doin' then huh? Teddy bears? Flowers? Candy's a smart woman, you're gonna have to go beyond a box of chocolate."

"There will be all those things," he says, looking around the room. "But lucky for you..." he says, swooping into Eddie's face. "I pay attention...I know what she likes."

"Okay so what's the plan?" he says putting the empty container on the coffee table.

"First, we need to look at our bank account..."

"Oh jesus..." Eddie grumbles and rubs his temples. ---------------------- Candy was out a business dinner and fighting the urge to look at her phone. Not that it would help the time go by faster, but she knew Eddie was at home waiting for her and she hadn't seen him in two weeks and she was going through withdrawals. She remained vigilant, being feminine and approachable for the network higher-ups as she spoke in sound bites and vague but ambitious goals for what she wanted for the show.

She had grown up having to learn how to eat a lot of shit from men with power. Being from a small town with a mostly religious population she was used to being told to act like a lady and behave herself. She hated doing both of those things when forced, but she was thankful for the practice as she performed hyper-feminine for these monkey's in suits, telling them what they wanted to hear. With what she felt where borderline inappropriate cheek kisses, lingering too long with audible sniffs. Hands on her ribs and lower back that there certainly inappropriate enough to warrant her dropping her smile and moving away quickly. She got to watch the men leave in their chauffeured, all black gas guzzler and decline an offer to go back for drinks to their suite.

As they faded out of the distance, she sent Steph a picture of her rolling her eyes, saying she was calling an uber and getting the fuck home. She takes her foldable flats out of her purse, switching from the high strappy heels she'd been wearing and sits on a bench to change them. She puts her blazer over her tight dress before moving to text Eddie. She hears a rumble of a motorcycle and doesn't think anything of it. She's texting him that it went well and she'd be home soon.

"Hey, there gorgeous. Need a ride?" Eddie flashes her a charming smile, helmet sitting in his lap as her eyes rise to instinctively to tell whoever it was to fuck off but her face softens as soon as she sees him.

She gives him an entirely charmed closed mouth smile, rising quickly, her heels in her hands, as she rushes towards him, wrapping her arms around him and his worn leather jacket.

"Hey baby," he says in a deep voice that makes her sigh. His phone dings. "Hold on just a sec. This is probably my girlfriend, gotta get this," he says, gently pushing her away as she rolls her eyes and laughs at him. "Ah. Yep. Looks like I can't give you a ride, toots, my old lady needs me back home." he jokes and gives her a dopey smile.

"You idiot," she says with a soft giggle, leaning in to kiss him. "I missed you," she whispers against his lips. Her phone dings. She pulls away and pulls it from her purse. "Hold on. This is probably my dumb ass boyfriend." she smiles and kisses his cheek, looking to the phone to reveal a response of "k". "Oh you know I hate it when you do that." she shakes her head and narrows her eyes playfully.

"I do. But I plan on makin' up for it tonight." he shifts his brow suggestively.

"Oh you do?" she says with an impressed tone. "What's the plan Mr. Brock?" she asks with a coy smile, taking out the helmet that was designated as hers and replacing the empty space with her heels.

"We both have a nice night planned for you." he says in a much more sincere tone.

"What have my boys been doing with that key to my place? Not messin' it up I hope." she grins and takes the flannel from the other saddle bag, Eddie watching her ass as she bends over the bike to reach it.

"Just a little." he jokes. "Nothing a few thousand in property damages won't cover." he shrugs.

She ties the flannel around her waist. "If I'd known you were coming I would've brought leggings or something."

"We wanted to surprise you."

"Well you did, good job." she gives him another kiss to the cheek, getting to smell that cologne and clean laundry combination that her brain had trained her body to react to. "Good thing I wore panties, huh?" she snickers. "Gonna try to not flash everyone. Last thing I need is a Britney and Paris a 'la 2006 flash shot getting out on the internet." she laughs, snuggling up to Eddie.

"Well they're doin' just fine now," he says supportively. "Imagine the boost in ratings!" he says with a laugh.

"Come for the pussy, stay for the news. That old saying." she snorts. "Take me home, babe, I wanna snug up with you," she says putting her hands under his jacket, feeling his warm stomach under her hands. She feels Venom move over her hands while they're concealed. "You too Venom. Get us home." she sighs happily.

---------- Eddie rolls his bike into the small space available in the garage Candy shares with the family that lives in the other half of the house she lives in. "Don't go in yet!" he calls out, shuffling out the garage, closing the door as she jingles her keys in her hand.

"You were kidding about the property damage weren't you?" she asks flatly.

"Yeah! Yeah." he nods and takes her hand, taking the keys from the other "We just wanted to surprise you." he says with that dopey smile that makes her want to kiss his big soft lips.

"Surprise me?" she questions in an unsure tone.

"Yeah, close your eyes...lemme get ya inside." he mumbles, pulling her forward and then releasing her hands. "Just a minute! Promise!" she hears his boots hitting the floor and heading into the kitchen. "Just stay right there!" she hears his voice moving, and clasps her hands together.

She takes a deep breath, wondering what on earth these two were up to.

"Kay...kay..." he mutters, moving back towards her. "Follow me. NO peaking!" Eddie says. She feels Venom cover her eyes and she places her hands over him.

"You ask me not to peak I'm not gonna." she says defensively.

"No chances." Venom's voice hits her ears. She's pulled in the direction of the living room, and Eddie places his hands on her shoulders.

"Alright." he says looking over to the symbiote. "Count of three?" he says optimistically.

"One...two...three." Venom counts slowly, nervously, as he pulls his hand like shaped goo from her eyes.

She blinks them open to find a dim room. As she adjusts, the candlelight from white pillar candles dots the room. There's every sort of romantic cliche she's ever thought of. A giant teddy bear in her reading chair, chocolate dipped strawberries and champagne on the coffee table next to a large bouquet of roses. Eddie taps his phone screen and music starts playing throughout the house.

"Wh-" she begins, a huff of air pushed out in confusion but gratefulness. "What's all this for?" she says with a much sweeter turn to her words.

"We wanted to do something nice for ya." Eddie says subtle shrug, motioning to Venom who was moving from behind her to in front of her.

"We wanted to woo you. You deserve it." he begins, his face showing much less angular, more human shaped with rounded eyes to make himself less look intimidating.

"Boys..." she lilts and pouts. "You didn't have to do this." she insists and lets out a soft laugh.

"You are worth the trouble." Venom states as he watches her wide eyes taking in the room.

"Besides, Venom has this thing... where he can store things inside himself so... he stole a bunch of this." Eddie rubs the back of his neck and laughs.

Candy looks to him and he nods and she lets out a warm laugh that eases his nerves. "I like your style." she nods in appreciation.

"Thank you. You like it?"

"I love it, it's entirely too sweet and adorable, seriously." she coos, moving to put her hands on either side of his face. "Thank you Venom, this was all very thoughtful of you." she strokes the side of his head lovingly and his eyes shut for a moment. He seems so harmless like this. Such a lovely body of goo and space matter, with a metaphoric heart of gold. She wondered if perhaps it was Eddie's softness that leads him to want to be so affectionate to her. She figures she should repay him. "Can I give you a kiss to thank you?" she says softly and his eyes go round like a cartoon and she chuckles at him.

"Yes. Yes." he nods. She plants her lips to his forehead and pats his cheek. The warm but quivering mass moving underneath her mouth.

"Thank you, you big sweetie." she coos.

"There is more." he says quietly. Eddie watches the interaction, feeling elated himself, as Venom had his heart fluttering at Candy's approval. He glides a tendril out of sight and retrieves a box from within himself.

"What's that?" Eddie and Candy both ask. Eddie had told him no about buying a ring, he wanted to date her not scare her off by going too hard too fast. It wasn't like it hadn't crossed Eddie's mind, but he was trying to refrain himself from moving too fast. Which was something he had the tendency to do.

"A gift." Venom responds with a teasing tone, nudging it towards her.

"Why are you doing all this for me?" she asks with a pout.

"Because we want to romance you." he rasps out. "Eddie has had his chance to become your boyfriend," he pauses and takes the top off the small box and holds out a gold heart locket to her. "I would like to be as well. I thought if I asked you formally and showed you how I...we care for you with grand gestures you would be inclined to say yes to me. As you did Eddie. We are one...but you see me as another person and I want to show you that I care for you just as much as Eddie does." he puts the locket around her neck as he speaks, fluffing her hair back in place, gentle strokes to her cheek and neck with warm and soft limbs before he draws them away.

"Venom, sweetheart." she replies happily and reaches down to touch the gift. "You...ugh..." she lets out an exaggerated breath and moves to wrap her arms around him, he forms a more human shape, shoulders, and arms to embrace her back. "You're going for boyfriend of the year, huh?" she sighs happily. "He's really showin' you up here Eddie." she teases and kisses the side of the symbiote’s head.

"I mean I helped..." he shrugs and smiles. "What's in the other rooms was my idea though." a more mischievous look comes over his face.

"What's in there?" she asks, looking to Venom.

"Quit it Eddie. Me first. This is equally as important to the process." Venom gruffs at him.

"Process?" she asks an uncertain expression.

"Candy." he returns his voice to something softer. "Look." he says, flicking open the locket. Inside was a tiny photo of himself in one side and Eddie in the other.

"Oh my god." she laughs. "This is the cutest thing I've ever seen." she covers her mouth to hold in a laugh because the picture of venom, although tiny is well shot. The picture of Eddie looks like it was taken while Venom was bothering him, his face annoyed and smashed. "You seen this?" she asks Eddie with a grin.

"No. I had no idea about the necklace," he admits, leaning in to see. "What the hell, dude?" he says shoving Venom.

"I got it. I made the decisions." he grins and closes it gently. "She can remember me fondly."

"And I look like a pile of angry mashed potatoes?" he says with raised brows.

"If you'd gotten her something you could've picked out the picture." he sass's back and they both look at Candy as she sighs loudly, a warm smile appearing on her face.

"You two are ridiculous. I love it." she says with a shake of her head.

"He is ruining the mood." Venom says reaching out a hand to put to Candy's cheek, causing her to blink rapidly at the affectionate touch that felt almost human. "I wanted to show you we are capable of romance and worthy of being with. I thought if I did this, you might be inclined to be with us again." he mumbles the last part.

"Sexually?" she says with a deep turn of her voice and a playfully raised eyebrow before Eddie let's out a small snort in amusement.

"To be honest...yes." he admits.

"You askin' me to be your girlfriend too?" she clarifies with a polite smile.

"Yes." he nods.

"Okay..." she says thoughtfully. "This is very romantic, you did a really good job." she begins. "I've already considered myself your girlfriend. You and Eddie are a package deal right?" she shrugs.

"Told you." Eddie says with a much more supportive fist to the symbiote’s shoulder.

"But you asking means a lot. And yes. I consider you to be my partner too." she says with a hard nod. "That's why I bring you chocolate and pills when I bring Eddie beer and food," she explains. "I don't want one of you being left out." she looks to both of them. "It's been super weird and hard at times to come to terms with this. But we've come a long way." she nods enthusiastically. "I care about both of you, you know." she pats the hand that lingers on her shoulder.

Venom moves in slowly, and she does not flinch, but watches him with curiosity, not seeing fear in her eyes makes his body soften and sends a shudder through Eddie. He nuzzles against her face and neck, up under her hair and lets out a purring sound. "Thank you, Candy. I am glad you are ours. Eddie was very lucky to find you." his voice is soft and deep, not having the monstrous gravel as it used to have so heavily.

"And you were lucky to find each other." she says with a smile. "I don't have to worry about him as much with you around. I know you've got his back." the affectionate rub of her thumb against his hand makes him purr again." So let me get both by big soft boys in here, huh?" she says with a big smile, holding out her arms. "I've got two arms, c'mon. Plenty of room for both of ya." she chirps.

Venom wraps around her to her back, nuzzling over one shoulder while she wraps her arms around Eddie's neck. Venom encases them both in a warm embrace, the long tendrils stretching, wrapping and spreading around them and squeezing. "Aw, this is nice." Venom says quietly.

"Who picked the music?" she asks with a subdued laugh.

"We both kinda did." Eddie murmurs as they pull away from the embrace. "He found some 90's r & b playlists that were just a bit too...sexually forward in my opinion." he says defensively.

"Music made for having sex to makes sense to listen to when you have intentions of having sex." Venom states obviously. "You humans like to seduce each other with it."

"So you are trying to seduce me?" Candy smirks and crosses her arms.

Venom’s head moves back to her quickly after defending himself to Eddie. "Yes. The gifts act as a mood setter to show you we care for you beyond the physical. But the physical...we want that too yes." he nods.

"So...what's in the other room, huh? You plan on seducing me...next step is the bedroom right?" she says with a confident shake of her head.

"Bedroom is the third step. Let me begin the second one." Venom states as he stretches in through the bedroom door.

Candy turns to Eddie, her face at ease, eyeing him up and down. "You have anything else in there you know I like?" she asks with a tilted head and more suggestive smile as he gestures to the phone in his hands.

"Sam Cooke." he says with a charming smile.

"Mmmm." she nods approvingly.

"Marvin Gaye." he adds with a smirk.

"Oh you're lookin' for trouble, huh?" she playfully scolds and laughs, leaning in closer to him.

"Lots of 70's rock ballads. I know you like those slow jams." his voice dips lower and gives her the slightest bit of tease.

"I do love some good dad rock." she chuckles. "I'm from the country, I can't help it." she shrugs shamelessly.

"Also!" he says, with a raised finger, getting distracted by one of the gifts that were his idea. He moves towards the bedroom. "This is a new system," he says proudly. "I'll put it on your phone later." he beckons her closer with his hand. "We got these speakers and they play the same song through the whole house." she can hear music coming from her bathroom as well as the brightly colored pod on her dresser.

"It's called synced Eddie." Venom says, poking his head out from the bathroom.

"Yeah, they're synced up." he mumbles, scrolling through the playlist they'd made.

She hears the bath running and looks with a lowered brow towards the sound. "What's step two of the seduction of Candace Miller?" she smirks.

"We knew you had that meeting tonight. And you'd not been looking forward to it so I thought tonight might be a good chance for us to help you relax...put you in a better headspace y'know?" Eddie says with a subtle shrug, eyes soft and voice the same.

"We wanted to help facilitate us all being together. We know what relaxes you the most." Venom's deep voice comes as he slithers from the bathroom, a limb extended to pass through Candy's hair. "Can we help you relax Candy?" Venom asks, his head hovering near her face. She feels a slight thrill run through her at the suggestion.

"I went and got your favorite things from that fancy soap store too." Eddie begins, walking over to the bathroom door and opening it. They'd set up a romantic scene in there as well, candles carrying from the bedroom to the bathroom.

"Lush?" she asks, seeing the bubbles in the tub.

"Yeah. I know you like those fizzy things so we got some 'a them and bubble bath." he offers shyly, holding his hand to her. Venom wraps around her shoulders, a gentle push towards Eddie.

"They're called bubble bars." Venom corrects.

"Yeah." Eddie frowns at him for only a second before turning his eyes back to her. "We wanted to suggest that you have a good soak and tell us how your meeting went. Get it out of your system? So we could... y'know... maybe spend the night together?" he offers with a face that shows his hopefulness.

She takes a slow breath, looking around the pale colored room with the warm rosy tones of candles flickering. With the smell of jasmine in the air, she runs her fingers over the lip of the tub, her face indifferent and trying to let go of the reservations she'd been holding onto. She told herself she'd try anything once. She hadn't expected that to be this exactly,but here she was.

"This is about you." Venom says, appearing over her shoulder. "Whatever you want of us. We want to do that." he clarifies, an inky black hand shaped limbs rubbing up and down her arms to ease her.

"Okay." she nods and exhales in a breathy voice. "I'll get in the tub and tell you when to come in, that work?" she turns to look at the over her shoulder. "Let me get my head in the right place?"

"Yes." Venom says with enthusiasm, a slight squeeze to her arms before he pulled away.

"We'll just be in here." Eddie says as his head pulls out of sight as he pulls the door to.

She takes in the ambiance, and they really had done a wonderful job. She hears the music switch, some mood setting rock and she grins. They were a bit eager, but then again, if her racing heart was any indication, so was she. She settles into the tub, her hair piled and pinned on top of her head messily. With painted toes wiggling on the rim, hands slow and pushing about mountains of bubbles she sighs and rests her head back. "C'mon in." she calls out.

They both appear, Eddie now in just a thin t-shirt as he'd stripped away some layers. Venom a soft blob on his shoulder.

"Hello boys." she greets with them her chin in the water, hiding an evocative smile.

Eddie gives her a soft look, one side of his lips tugging back farther than the other with those soft hooded eyes at ease at the sight of her wide-eyed in the bathtub. "I figure, Venom can get your feet, I saw those heels you were wearin' before I pulled up at the restaurant, I know you won't turn down a foot rub." he grins, moving to the end of the tub behind her.

"You'd be right." she smiles, watching Venom settle at the other end, opposite Eddie.

"I read about how to do this." he says, tube-like extremities now picking up and moving her feet, starting to touch and manipulate them, the pressure growing firmer each time, a pleasant weight as the soft nubs at the end of his arms rub circles into the balls of her feet.

"Yes you have." she exhales contently, moving her arms to the rim of the tub. "What'd you doin' back there babe?" she asks Eddie, turning her head to the side to get a glimpse of him.

"Well I'm gonna take the top half here." he says in an amused way as his hands move to her shoulders.

She sits silently, having never had the attention of two people at once before, it makes her feel powerful. A faint flush across her face from the heat of the water and her thoughts becoming indecent. Two guys were supposed to be like a 'thing' right? She thought. As her neck and feet got rubbed simultaneously she was starting to see why.

"So how did the meeting go?" Eddie suggests, his wide, square-tipped fingers rubbing at the caps of her shoulders.

"It was fine." she sighs out, shutting her eyes and letting her head all forward. "The rating are good. Steady. They like my direction, want to focus on the younger demographic, political trends, protests...that sorta thing." her words aren't articulate as usual.

"How do you feel about that?" Eddie asks, hunching over on the footstool, his mouth now close enough to her ears she could feel his breath over her.

"You my therapist or you tryin' to fuck me?" she gets out before she laughs, the bubbles jiggling with her body in the water.

He blows out a raspberry and kisses her head. "Sorry for showin' interest in ya feelin's. We won't' do all this extra stuff and lovin' on you first next time." he chuckles.

"You know I'm just bein' stupid." she smiles and hums.

"Yeah I know." he mumbles into her hair.

"I gave them vague answers. I'm gonna keep trying for expose''s. You know that stuff really butters my biscuit." her shoulders heave slightly with a silent laugh.

"Does this?" Venom asks, fingers still working away, turning her ankles and swiping up her calves. It reminded her of getting a massage with a pedicure, her legs getting added in on the treatment.

"Yes, god yes, boys, this is..." she nods and lets out a groan. "You're gonna spoil me with this." opens her eyes slowly and gives him a smile.

"Do you recall me telling you about how this sexual encounter would work?" Venom asks, both still working away at her damp skin, Eddie rubbing the back of her neck with his thumbs, making her grunt.

"Remind me." she sighs out, lolling her head to the side.

"He said you wouldn't have to worry about him. Remember babe?" Eddie whispers and the sound of his voice low and suggesting anything sexual started a familiar ache between her thighs. "Me 'n you can just... be together like we used to." he rests his cheek against the side of her head, his hands moving slowly from her neck to her collar bones. "You do remember that don't ya, Candy?" his voice stays breathy and even, making her take a deep inhale.

She hums contently. "Yes I do." she smiles, shutting her eyes again, taking in the softness of his voice she loved, the way it never sounded harsh when it spoke to her like this.

He finds himself getting distracted, the low light bouncing off her chest, her nipples just visible, pinked and hard at the surface of the water. He runs his hand down her breasts, her thighs shifting as he did so, an audible exhale as he cupped them in his hands. "We can... touch and... kiss..." he adds placing one to her exposed neck. "Just like we used to." he clarifies, the water lapping against her as his thumbs move to brush across her nipples, drawing a soft moan from her.

"I will be there to bring us closer together." Venom chimes in, making her eyes flutter open to see him with a slightly parted mouth, a monstrous tongue peeking from behind teeth that were starting to gather drool in their anticipation, taking in the feelings Eddie was having as he touched her, watching every sign of arousal come across her face that he'd read about. "I want to add to the pleasure." he elaborates. "With me..." his voice becomes more rumbly, a hiss at the end of his words as he mimicked the heavier breaths of Eddie in her ear, his nose tracing the outline of her ear as Venom spoke to her. They communicated as one, executing their plan as discussed, able to tell each other what they wanted to do next to her. "We can all three experience things we otherwise couldn't." His eyes close just slightly, that long tongue unfurling out of his mouth, a slap lap against her feet that she didn't expect.

She'd had her toes sucked on before, but only in the middle of fucking and she'd never paid much attention to it. There was a warmth that was pleasurable about it. And with his agile and precise tongue, the way it lapped at her lovingly, as if he was enjoying it himself, she was finding herself not minding it in the least. His tongue started to venture away from her feet and with Eddie as his accomplice, her body didn't leave her with much of an option but to give over to it. Her mind fired on all cylinders with this new experience, it didn't read into her eyes as Eddie's plush lips moved across her neck and shoulder, thumb and index fingers rubbing her nipples between them she let out her first truly audible moan.

"He and I.... we both know how to work as a team now, babe." Eddie explains between kisses. "I know what turns you on... he knows what turns you on too." his voice is quiet, the pops of his lips catching against her skin as he spoke. "We'll be gentle. We want you to enjoy this, remember?"

"We want you to want us as much as we want you." Venom adds, face rubbing affectionately against her ankles. "I would not hurt you, Candy." he purrs out with a slow blink of his opal eyes.

"I wanna show you what it's like," Eddie whispers directly in her ear. "We wanna make you feel so good." he rasps out, causing her to shudder. "It's been so long, Candy." he groans. "You miss me as much as I miss you?" he kisses the shell of her ear before moving back to her neck.

She whines and her lashes flutter. She'd never felt so thoroughly seduced before. Every mans' talk had never led to anything that would make her not call them a liar afterward. But they really could give her something no one else could. And she wanted it. She reaches one hand out of the water, clumps of bubbles on her wet skin as she gently caresses the side of Eddie's head. "I've missed you so bad, babe." she whispers, causing him to moan against her skin, hands tightening on her chest.

"Candy?" Venom hisses. The black web-like body of him moving in waves from her feet where it had been settled, slow and steady as it traveled up her calves, disappearing into the water. "May we taste you?"

She feels his body moving across her thighs, making her muscles twitch with anticipation. She nods before her mouth opens, half-lidded eyes connect to the symbiotes as it's chin rests in the water. "Yeah." she manages to whisper out as her fingers card through Eddie's hair, his thick lips still against her skin.

Venom disappears beneath the bubbles and she is left with only his touch to guide her as to what is happening under the surface. He parts her legs with gentle pressure. "Open up for him, babe." Eddie asks for him, hands wandering to her stomach, fingertips gripping into the soft pliant flesh of her body as he and Venom's hunger feeds off each other. She puts her ankles on the rim of the tub, feeling the tickle from Venom's body moving over the back of her thighs.

He begins with slowly oozing forward up her inner thighs, touching into places she wasn't used to being touched, seeping into every crevice, the crease of her thighs, against her lips, then between them as she feels something pressing against her thick lips. With a brief touch, her breath catches as he grazes over her clit. With Eddie taking in her reactions above the water, Venom knows what to repeat under it. Another flick, before she feels pressure push against her. It wasn't like Eddie going down on her, there weren't the luscious lips to create delicious suction, a busied little pink tongue wearing itself out against her. This was like a toy, she equated it to. And if he was to be an addition to the sex between her and Eddie, then the association seemed entirely reasonable.

He works against her, a hard but giving body against hers, flicks against her clit, circles and brushes and tugs that make her thighs tense and her back arch. She feels a more familiar texture, his tongue start moving against her, lower, taking in the wetness her body was giving him.

"You taste so good, Candy." Eddie groans against her throat. She moans and lets her eyes roll back at the words. His fingers hold tight and fast to her nipples, a firmer grasp against them as Venom teases around her entrance. "You ready for him?" he asks, her hand gripping into his hair.

"Yeah." she whimpers out, breathing fast and her other hand gripping the edge of the tub. He was gentle, as promised. The slender tip of his tongue sliding into her, giving way to a thicker and thicker stretch as he inched inside her. With a stuttered gasp, she grips Eddie's hair, fingers slipping on the edge of the tub from the water. Eddie watches as her head falls back, a moan leaving her mouth as his hand strokes upwards on her chest, slick against her neck as he kissed her cheek. She can feel the pressure of him inside her. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, such a foreign sensation of having a muscle capable of so much delicate movement inside her. She could feel him fill her up, the pressure of his face against her inner thighs as he explored her, bubbles escaping to the top of the water.

Eddie watches her face, looking her over, letting Venom see what he was doing to her. He hisses and hummed and groaned into Eddie's mind. A new experience for all three of them. He tells Eddie how wet she is, how ready she is for them both. How he can feel the pulse of her against him as he envelopes her clit, massaging away at the area around it, direct attention given to it in gentle laps just as he'd seen in Eddie's head before. He tests her willingness to try something she hadn't with Eddie before, a brief stroke over her lower puckered hole with his reaching tentacle-like growths. She tenses and hums, a brief stop to the moans that he could hear from beneath the water. He adds gentle pressure slowly, keeping his promise to not hurt her. He feels her swell beneath him, the blood gathering between her thighs, beneath the skin to make every sensitive and tight. Her clit hard and her insides swollen with arousal as he begins to hone in on the spot that wasn't elusive to him and his shapeshifting form.

Above the water Candy grows desperate, Eddie's hard, pressing against his jeans, watching her pant and swear, her sounds of need growing louder and more familiar, recognizing the patterns with Venom's help. "Eddie," she whines, her lips trembling and turning her head to his. He asks her without words, a simple glance to her lips with those blue eyes gone dark and dilated under their heavy hoods what she needs. "Kiss me," she whispers, pulling him closer to her. "I'm close." she confesses in a heavy exhale against his lips before they meet for a harsh and hungry kiss. He lets his own noises battle against hers, moans as they hold each others heads, neck muscles tense and stretching as they work quickly against each other.

Venom knows from the twitch in her muscles before Eddie's brain relays the information back to him that he's about to make her come. He amps up his movements, more pressure, faster speed as he rumbles against her, eager to please. Her toes squeak against the tub as they curl, her legs starting to shake. "Oh fuck," she whispers, barely audible. "Eddie," she whines and he moans at the sound. "I'm gonna come." she nods against him, voice weak and small, not the usual roar he was accustomed to. But he understood the intensity that Venom brought with him, he would've been surprised if he hadn't rendered her almost speechless.

Eddie feels her body start to tremble, holding her face to kiss her through it as he knows she prefers his face close to her when she comes. She breaks away to take a sharp inhale, moving to kiss the corner of her mouth as her lips part and her mouth drops open. A broken whimper grows into squeaks, her body convulsing in the tub, Venom drawing an intense orgasm from her greedily. Eddie's eyes roll back to match hers, hearing her, feeling her, the taste of her in his mouth again makes him painfully aware of how hard he is against the rough fabric of his jeans. He sees her face go from tight and looking pained to wide, gasping and full of surprise, knowing the peak had passed. As she was about to ask him to stop, growing far too sensitive to keep going at such an intense pace, Venom ghosts away from her. The small rapid movements stop, a slow slither away and off of her remains gentle afterward, a slow retreat of his tongue from her body, leaving her legs to sink back into the tub, thigh clenched together and jerking with aftershocks.

He rises out of the water, reminding her of old Godzilla movies, water falling off of a fearsome face. His eyes were slanted and looked aggressive, his tongue still slithering back into his mouth as Eddie panted next to her, lips pressed to her head as he watches Venom appear through piles of bubbles that still remain through their weak thrashing. Venom sees her damp and sparkling, pink, kiss-swollen lips that rest open and wanting, her chest heaving, the light dancing across it, making her looks delicious.

Without grace, the ability to conjure up any other response, or just the lack of there being an appropriate response to such a thing, she groans out, "Holy shit." as the muscles in her face begin to work again, moving from slack to engaged.

"Really is something else, isn't it?" Eddie says with a huff of breath that makes the corner of her mouth tug back into a smile.

"Yeah...is it." she nods, words still breathy as she caught her breathing back to normal.

"Candy." Venom rumbles, parting the sea of bubbles to move near her face, body moving behind him in the water like some sort of shredded sea monster. "Would you like to do that again?" he inquires, smoothly moving from the water, disappearing into Eddie's back, only his head remaining as she looked up to them both.

"But with me this time?" she can see the need in Eddie's face as he asks politely.

"With us." Venom clarifies, a smiles that shows his teeth growing. She wonders how he hadn't bitten her in the process of going down on her.

She blinks up at them, glistening with drops of sweat and a veil of steam settled onto her skin. She nods and swallows noisily. "Yeah." a breathy response with a slow nod. "In the bedroom?" she asks, an enthusiastic smile growing across her face, glowing post orgasm.

Venom moves, thick tendrils into the tub, moving under her and slowly lifting her as she squeaks and reaches around Eddie's neck as he rises. "We got you babe, don't worry." he chuckles lightly against her neck.

"After that..." she gulps and nods, arms tight around him. "I'd say you certainly do." she says with a soft smile, meeting his eyes so they can both be sure to know the sentiment behind the words.

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Hey, for the writing promt, klance 14 please!

Okay wow I’m on a weird “let’s mess around in canonverse” kick (heh) so here’s another one wherein I bend timelines around and get a bit angsty but I promise a happy ending and only vaguely implied ultimately platonic allura+lonce. (And some legit Romellura for funsies.)

14. things you said after you kissed me

The first time Lance kisses him, Keith just blinks and says, “Thank you.”

The first time Keith kisses Lance he doesn’t notice his visor hasn’t finished rising back into his helmet and Lance screams and gets a long, red scrape on his cheek.

The first time they kiss each other they’re drunk on nunvil and somehow they haven’t gotten to the pukey phase so there’s this tiny window they have when their lips press together before the both of them whisper a quick excuse and go empty their stomachs in separate corners of the room.

“We are never doing that again.”

Keith doesn’t know if he’s referring to the nunvil or the kiss.

“Of course I meant the nunvil, mullet!” Lance yells when he pulls back from their second mutual and third successful kiss (not that Keith is counting).

Keith is totally counting. He gives Lance nineteen at once. (Eighteen kisses and one to grow on). That makes a total of thirty-seven so far.

“Happy Birthday, Lance!” he says when he’s finished.

Lance smiles, running his hands up and down Keith’s Marmora armor. “It is now.”

All the numbers fly out of his head when he finds Lance after Naxzela and pins him against the wall and kisses him.

“What’s wrong?” Lance says, scanning his face.

“We should start again…” Keith looks down at lips that he would have never been able to touch again if he had–

“Okay,” Lance doesn’t understand what he means, but he’s too clever not to figure it out eventually. “Okay, we start over.”

Keith nods, and Lance kisses him back.

“Morning,” Keith murmurs after his wake-up kiss. He tastes minty breath and still can smell the lotion from Lance’s night mask.

“I don’t want you to go solo, Kolivan isn’t telling you something.”

Keith sits up. “You really think so?”

“You didn’t hear the nerves in his voice? We’re taking Red and I’m going in with you.”

“… You just want an excuse to wear the Marmora suit he got you.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“It’s a dream come true. You look damn hot in it. Shows off those big, broad shoulders that I love.”

Lance bites his lip. “Anything else you love?”

“C’mere, and I’ll show you,” Keith grins and Lance bends down to kiss him again, and again.

“My mom–I mean, Krolia is watching us again,” Keith says after he pulls away. “Sorry.”

“Keith, she’s always watching you. You’re her son, she hasn’t seen you in years. I’d be doing the same thing, to be honest.”

“Lance…”

“Never let you out of my sight,” Lance kisses him again, and sighs. “What if she’s right, and it’s gonna take two years to reach the quantum abyss?”

“Then I guess I better get used to her staring.”

“Keith,” Lance pulls back. “Your wolf is staring at me again.”

Keith huffs. “So?”

“Keith.”

“Why is my wolf staring worse than my mother staring?”

“Your mother doesn’t have jaws that can tear my throat out.”

“Yes I do, who says I don’t?” Krolia says, interrupting them and Keith and Lance bounce apart from where they were making out on their makeshift beds. “Do you want me to take the wolf on a walk so you two can finish?”

They both groan.

“Ah. The mood has been murdered.”

“Yep.”

“Absolutely.”

They end up kissing each other breathless the moment Krolia leaves with the wolf to forage for dinner.

Lance runs over to Keith, wrapping his arms around Keith’s neck and kissing him deeply.

“I love you,” Lance says, pulling back. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Put laxatives in Iverson’s coffee when he called me out in front of our class and said I was lazy.”

“… technically I paid Matt and he went through Adam so you can’t prove any–mmph!”

Lance kisses him again.

Keith blinks.

“That was… wow.”

Lance nods.

“You uh, you look good with the scar?” he says. “Kinda grizzled, little rough around the edges,” he licks his lips. “I liked it.”

“You had… Altean marks?” Keith blinks. “Blue ones.”

“I mean, this stuff doesn’t have to be set in stone, there’s like string theory and multiverses and–”

“So you think we won’t break up?”

Lance kisses away tears that he doesn’t realize have started to fall.

“It looked like we were still friends, so that’s good, right?” Keith sniffs.

“I will never not be a part of your life, I don’t know what any of that means, but it doesn’t mean we stop being Lance and Keith. We’re together now, and that’s what we should focus on.”

Keith kisses him and holds him tight.

“I kissed Allura.”

Keith blinks.

“Um. Good to know?”

“I mean, you and I aren’t seeing each other anymore. So I know you know we’re seeing other people, and I’m seeing her and I just didn’t want to not tell you a thing and have it be like, a thing, like me keeping it from you and–”

Keith would usually kiss him silent but they can’t do that when they’re broken up.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Okay.”

“You also don’t have to tell me anything else you end up doing. I’d honestly prefer it.”

Lance blinks.

“This sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“You never kissed me goodbye,” Keith whines, leaning on Lance.

“God, why do we keep trying to drink nunvil?” Lance hiccups.

“It would have been kiss number…” Keith does some fast math in his head. “777. But no, you never kissed me goodbye, so we’re stuck at 776 for the rest of time and space…”

“Even with the reset?”

“No, I’m including the ones before the reset. We would have had a perfect lucky number. Seven-seven-seven. Oh seven, and we’ll watch them fall…”

Lance rolls his head back, putting Keith’s other arm across his chest, hand resting on his shoulder. It’s familiar, comfortable. It’s how they sat for nearly two years flying through a quantum abyss.

It’s how they tried to comfort each other after seeing every possible future fight. Eventually they ended it, afraid to even tempt fate, and allow themselves to tear apart any good will, any possibility of friendship or reconciliation.

“…stand in the way of love and we will smoke them all.”

“Is that a song?” Lance asks. “It sounds familiar.”

“Prince,” Keith nods.

“He’s my favorite,” Lance stares at the nunvil bottle. “Damn alcohol, making me forget my favorite musician.”

“Knew a girl named Nikki…” Keith laughs into Lance’s neck. “I found out he’s your favorite so I learned all his songs.”

Lance blinks. “When?”

“When I saw our wedding, shhhh,” Keith whispers. “Don’t wanna jinx it, already lost him once. Gotta make sure I don’t lose him again. Got this one little chance to hold on to.”

Kiss number 777 isn’t a Goodbye.

It’s a Hello.

(Again).

“How do I look?” Lance smiles as his little niece finishes painting blue Altean marks under his eyes with the bio-luminescent paint Allura gave her.

“Beautiful!” she grins. “Just like Auntie Romelle!”

He looks over at Keith. “She’s right, you look beautiful.”

Lance beams. “Your turn,” he says, standing up so Keith can sit down.

“Do you want blue ones or red ones or pink ones?” she asks.

“You should make him some purple ones.”

Keith shakes his head. “Pink ones. We’re celebrating Allura and Romelle getting engaged, aren’t we? This way we can match them.”

Lance leans in and kisses him.

“Thank you,” he says.

“You’re welcome,” Keith replies.

From the Writing Prompt Meme!

#em answers #anonymous #klance #klance ficlet #klance fic #writing prompt meme #klangst #canon divergence #romellura #allura and lonce fronds #implied allurance (platonic though)#kisses #writing meme #em writes #krolia is bae #I love Keith serenading Lance with Prince #I hc that they love Prince SO MUCH

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kpoptionate · 6 years

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stray kids ↠ bff/crush cries bc they think they’re getting followed

stray kids masterlist // official masterlist

07.27.18

genre: mix of angst / fluff i think

requested: anon - SK reaction to their crush who is also their BFF running up to them crying because [a] guy is following her/him ?

a/n: this has been in my inbox for a while, i’m so so so so sorry. i hope it fits what you’re looking for ? also thank you for requesting babesss <3 ______________________________

scenario : you’re at a party for a rich mutual friend, and you arrived at a nerve-wrackingly large house with your best friend, [member] and the rest of the guys. you had noticed another man staring at you, and it didn’t really bother you until you noticed he’d been peering for almost ten minutes now. you tried to get [member]’s attention to let him know, but he kept brushing you off because he was in the middle of a conversation. “y/n, why don’t you go talk to him, yeah? make some new friends or something.” so you left to go look for some other people you recognized that had arrived. when you reached the other room you noticed that the man had followed, and the same situation in every other room you went to. eventually, you landed outside where there were not as many people. you heard some distant footsteps, turning around to see the man walking briskly in your direction. you instantly turned back forward, terrified, running around for what seemed like an hour to find [member] as the man continued to follow you. once you found your friend, you immediately threw your arms around him and buried your face in his body, trying to make it look like you weren’t crying as there were people around.

*ending is after jeongin ______________________________

woojin ♡

woojin was talking to some friends in the kitchen when he felt someone latch onto him from behind. looking behind him and seeing the clothes that belonged to you, he turned around with an embarrassed smile, the others around him “ooh”ing at the boy/girl stuck to him. hugging you back and stepping away, he greeted you with a smile. “hey, y/n, what’s up?” his cheery smile faltered when he heard you sniff, looking up at him with tear-pooled eyes, mouthing something that he couldn’t understand. “hey, hey, it’s okay, what’s the matter?” woojin stepped closer to you, almost kissing your forehead before ultimately deciding it was better just to give you another hug instead. “i wanna go home,” you whimpered into his chest, your voice rough and cracking. his heart drops hearing you like this, and he feels bad that you’re crying in front of so many people, so he walks you out and tells you he’s taking you home, then agreeing to let you stay at the dorm with him for the night after you plead. about halfway there, you hear a noise and turn your head at a supersonic speed, shoving yourself into woojin for protection. he worriedly holds you close, walking quicker to the dorms. once you reach the door, you finally tell him the reason behind your crying, causing him to stare at you in shock before he pulled you up against him, practically squishing you. tears of guilt threatened to leave his eyes as he opened the door and brought the two of you inside.

chan ♡

he was on his way to get some snacks when he accidentally bumped into somebody. “oh, sorr—y/n? hey, what’s wrong?” chan recognized it as you by the way you clung onto him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck and your face buried in his shoulder; you always hugged him like this when you were crying over something. he hated seeing you like this—nothing broke his heart more seeing his best friend, the one he loved, in emotional pain and not being able to take care of you as he wanted. he just wanted to kiss you, tell you everything was alright, tell you he loved you and he would never let you feel upset, but unfortunately, that was out of his say. setting his snacks down, he wrapped his arms around you as well, gently swaying from side to side to allow you to relax. “do you . . . wanna go home now?” you shot your head up, nodding vigorously as you wiped your tears. he bid his goodbyes to a few people before walking out, trying not to blush at you adhering your body to his arm since he could tell this was definitely not the best time for it. eventually, he brought you to a little café near the dorms to hopefully cheer you up a little bit and explain your emotions. ordering your coffees and sitting down, you finally clarified why you had hurried to get out of the party so quickly. chan immediately felt bad, like it was his fault since he had told you to talk to the stranger at first, if only he had kept you with him the whole time. he became cautious about who was around you guys, asking you to describe him so he could keep a lookout as he walked you home.

minho ♡

although he had hurt his own feelings sending you to hit it off with someone other than him, minho was interested in how your meet-up with the stranger was going, so he was planning on stalking you a little bit where you didn’t know he was there. that plan was thrown out, however, when instead of laughing and having fun with another person, he saw you crying and looking around with your hands behind your head. he immediately ran up to you, calling your name and returning your actions as you clung yourself tightly around him. “y/n, babygirl/boy, what’s the problem?” you simply shook your head as you looked towards the direction the man was in, your breathing becoming heavier as you saw he wasn’t there anymore. “we gotta go,” was all you choked out as minho complied, allowing you to inform him on the situation later. you held onto him tightly, and he looked back every time you did, wondering what the hell it was you were looking at. eventually, something clicked in his head, and he abruptly stopped walking, causing you to whine. he came closer to you and waved his hands to him, motioning for you to walk. he picked you up by your waist and wrapped your legs around his, using his hands to support your thighs. he carried you to the dorms like this, your chests moving up and down in sync, calming down to the rhythm of each other’s heartbeat.

changbin ♡

changbin was not happy with the fact that he had told you to go hang out with someone else; in all honesty, he was a little bit jealous, but he also felt bad. he had come to the party with you, yet he didn’t stay with you, and he wanted to be with you. his heart skipped a beat when he saw you through the window outside, but it dropped once he saw the panicked look on your face. “y/n, hey, look at me, what’s the matter?” he let out a small gasp when you threw yourself on him, tears wetting his shirt as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “i think—i think someone’s f-following me . . .” changbin’s facial expression turned sour hearing your words, harshly asking you who the man was so he could find him. he wasn’t going to let anybody lay a hand on you tonight, and if it meant he had to beat some ass then so be it. he started to walk around, looking for anyone who seemed suspicious. he only stopped when you pulled on his hoodie and looked up at him, begging to just go home and get the hell out of there. he sighed, his brows still furrowed yet his eyes soft, before lacing his fingers with yours and holding you closer than ever to him, protecting you as he walked you back to the dorms.

hyunjin ♡

you spotted hyunjin sitting on a couch, leaned back with a leg draped over the other, talking to a group of friends. not wanting to interrupt, you managed to get his attention from a distance by frantically motioning your hand towards you when he glanced in your direction. saying some words to the others as he got off the couch towards you, you quickly ran to him and threw your arms around him. “woah, woah, hey, y/n, what’s the matter?” he asked, cheeks flushing at the contact you were giving him. you attempted to tell your story, only to have it come out as a slur of words between chokes of tears. trying to calm you down, hyunjin pulled you away, grabbing your hand and walking you out. “let’s get you home, yeah?” the dorms weren’t too far away, so he walked you back. he noticed your frequent looking back, as if watching for someone, and every time anyone was remotely close, your grip on his arm got tighter. he picked up on the situation, feeling extremely at fault for pushing you away, his best friend, essentially putting his unrequited love in a dangerous situation that could have been prevented if he hadn’t been an ass. he pulled you closer to him, a pissed-off and regretful look on his face directed to no one in particular as his eyes welled with tears.

jisung ♡

he was startled at the sudden impact from behind, grabbing the arms around his waist to steady himself, before ultimately making out that the hands in front of him were none other than yours. jisung tried to relax, though it was slightly difficult seeing the flustered state he was in. he continued his conversation until he noticed you pulling on his belt loop and whispering in his ear, “I wanna go home,” through small sniffles. he immediately turned around upon hearing you crying silently. “y/n, hey, what’s the matter?” “i just—let’s just go, please,” you pleaded through whimpers, pulling on his sleeve and motioning towards the door. bidding his goodbyes as he followed you out of the house, he noticed you repeatedly look behind you. his eyes followed yours to a man eyeing the both of you with a dark look on his face. immediately understanding the situation, he unintentionally roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of him, pushing you forward with his hands not leaving your body. he glared back at the man one more time before popping you in the car and rushing you back to his dorm, his hand rubbing your thigh and telling you, “you’re alright, it’s okay, i’m here,” as you attempt to calm down.

felix ♡

felix was playing a game with some other friends when he decided he wanted to see his crush best friend. looking around for you to join him, he jumped when a familiar body quickly made its way in front of him and slammed against his chest. cheeks turning a low red, a smile grew on his face upon seeing you and he pulled out of the hug to look at you, his smile faltering seeing the waterfall of tears from your eyes. “hey, y/n! i was wondering if you wanted to—h-hey, what’s wrong? y/n, are you okay?” no, you were not okay. you were scared and just wanted to leave, to get away from that man. being able to see the man looking around from a distance, you quickly grabbed felix’s wrist and bolted out of the house, running down the street in the direction of the dorms. “woah, hey y/n, wait up!” he stopped and held you in place, calmy demanding you to answer his question. you managed to calm down enough to explain the story, leaving felix to stand there looking at you. he was shocked, didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know what he was supposed to say. instinctively, he pulled you into a hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your shoulders and head. his eyebrows furrowed with a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, responsibility, the need to care for you—and he made sure nobody was following you before holding you close and cautiously walking you back to the dorms.

seungmin ♡

seungmin had honestly gotten bored; as much as he had tried to have fun, parties like this weren’t really his thing. ready to leave, he was looking all around the house for you when suddenly he saw you standing in the middle of the room, and he almost stared at you with admiration for a moment until he saw you looking around it frantically while crying. he hurried up to you, calling your name, and you turned your head and ran to him as fast as you could once you noticed. as you buried your face in his chest, mumbling and repeating words underneath your breath, he held you close with one arm and ran his fingers through your hair. “hey, y/n, it’s okay, what’s the matter?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion and worry as you continued to look around the room with furrowed brows. “i’ll explain l-later, let’s jus-st leave . . .” seeing the state you were in, he didn’t say much else other than some “it’s okay, i’ve got you”s during the cab ride home. you had asked that the driver dropped you off a block away from the dorms, where it clicked in seungmin’s mind what had to have happened. “y/n . . . was someone trying to hurt you? it’s okay, hun, you’re with me now . . .”

jeongin ♡

jeongin was getting a drink out of the cooler when he saw you jogging up to him. he would have been nervous had you not come with the back of your hand over your nose and your eyes filled with fright. setting the can down on the counter, he furrowed his eyebrows as you ran up to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as if you were afraid to fall. “what’s wrong, y/n?” “jeo-ngin let’s ju-ust go back, please . . .” worried for you, he immediately complied and held you close to him as he walked out of the building. stopping once you reached outside, he held his hands on your shoulders, his heart sinking when he saw the one person he loved with a tear-stained face. he wiped the liquid from your cheeks as he asked another question. “do—do you want to talk about it . . .?” constantly looking around you for the man, you managed to explain to jeongin what was happening. he was scared for you and upset with himself for having tried to push you towards the stranger, feeling heavily responsible for the situation, so he tried to get you home as quickly as he could. as much as he wanted to hop in a car, he didn’t have one, therefore walking you home at a fast pace, keeping you extremely close to him the whole time, constantly checking to make sure the guy wasn’t following you. ______________________________

scenario : upon entering the dorm room, [member] pulled you into his arms in a tight hug, as if he were afraid you would disappear. “it’s okay,” he whispered, tears threatening to come from his own eyes as they fell from yours. his voice was shaky, sorry that he had brushed you away, sorry that he let somebody he loved fall into a situation like that. even if you didn’t love him back the same way he still cared, still needed to protect you, still needed to always be there for you. hundreds of scenarios ran through his mind about what could have happened. “it’s okay, y/n, it’s okay. we’re here now . . .”

apology after apology dripped from his lips, and after you had sat in your position for what seemed like hours you managed to take a deep breath and tell him it was fine, that it wasn’t his fault, that you were just glad he was here now. [member] nodded his head and wiped his face with his sleeve, then gently swiping his thumbs on your cheekbones to dry your tears. he placed a kiss to your forehead, then your temples, gradually peppering down to your lips he ran his hands down your arms to your hands, lacing his fingers with yours and giving you a reassuring smile.

trying to take your mind off the past hour or so, you and [member] watched movies, baked some cookies, and eventually ending up cuddled on his bed with him singing to you softly once it got late. the two of you were facing each other, his arms and legs wrapped around you, hands in your hair, face buried in the crook of your neck. your breathing had slowed down, so he assumed you had fallen asleep. planting a long, soft kiss on your forehead, he mumbled a small confession to you before falling into his own slumber peacefully in your arms.

“i love you, you know that? i’ll always be here for you, y/n. i won’t let anybody hurt you, ever. i’ll protect you with my life, i promise . . .”

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Group: Wanna One

Member(s): Daehwi (feat. Woojin and Somi and the gang)

A/N: Yeah…idek but I hope you enjoy it. Also, there are mentions of drinking, but like this is also a college AU so yeah. Don’t drink while underaged, kids! Stay safe and read on~

It was just last week Woojin had broken up with you. Although it was mutual, you still love him with all your heart…which is also why you decided to let him go. You knew he would be happier as just friends so that’s what you became. Just friends. You definitely would have liked to avoid him a little more, but since the both of you also have a lot of mutual friends, it was kind of unavoidable.

Woojin was basically your soulmate and it broke your heart that he didn’t really feel the same way. What absolutely shattered your poor heart was the fact that he has found someone new so soon. Just two days ago, you were walking around the park, hoping to get your mind off Woojin and school. However, as soon as you turned the corner, you regretted even getting out of bed that morning. The sight in front of you completely smashed your heart into tiny pieces. Woojin’s hand was intertwined with another girl’s. They were smiling lovingly at each other, just like the way Woojin did with you before.

You feel a lump in your throat and quickly headed back to your apartment, tears rapidly dripping down your rosy cheeks. You barely opened your door before you were attacked by a coughing fit. You had gotten sick recently and the stress of breaking up and finals didn’t really help your recovery. Thankfully, it is finally Christmas break so you decide to rest up as much as possible, also hoping to hide away from Woojin.

As soon as you stop coughing, you grab your phone and call Daehwi, your best friend since forever. It was through him that you met Woojin along with all your other current friends. He has always been there for you and knowing that he will always be, you never hesitate to dial his number when needed.

“Hello? Y/N, how are you now?” Daehwi asks gently over the phone.

“Hwi…” you mutter, your tears threaten to pour out again.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Is it about Woojin? I can tell him to give you some space, for now, if you want,” you can hear how worried Daehwi is even through your phone.

“No, it’s fine…please come over,” you sniff.

“Alright, I’ll be there. Hang in there, okay?” Daehwi sighs a little.

“Mhm…” you close your eyes, hanging up.

Not even five minutes later, you hear a knock on your door and you rush to open it. Standing in front of you, in all his glory and pastel purple hair, Daehwi examines you a little and gasps. You must look pretty bad because he immediately pulls you into a tight hug, patting your back lightly. You wrap your own arms around him, letting your tears escape.

“Hey…y/n, do you want to tell me what happened? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Daehwi sits you down on your own couch, standing up to make some tea.

“Hwi, Woojin….” once again, you feel the need to cough.

“It’s not good to hold in a cough. Just cough it out,” Daehwi advises, his motherly side peeping out.

After coughing for a good minute or two, you apologize and Daehwi comes back with your mug filled to the top with herbal tea mixed with honey and lemon. He places the mug in your hands, but not letting go of it, in fear of you spilling it. He blows on it a little before guiding it to your mouth.

“It’ll help your throat, so drink up,” Daehwi watches you carefully as you take tiny sips.

“Thanks,” you sniff, wiping away your tears.

“You know, if it’s about Woojin and you’re not ready to tell me, you don’t have to,” Daehwi brings his hands up to your face to wipe off the stray tear that decided to escape last minute.

“No, I want to…you always know how to comfort me and I’m so glad you’re here,” you begin.

Daehwi smiles sweetly at you and nods, telling you to proceed with what you have to say. You set your mug down and scoot closer to Daehwi, longing for his warmth. He wraps his arm around you and you lean in.

“Um, Woojin…he has a…new girlfriend now,” you mumble the last part, coughing a little.

“Oh, y/n…I’m so sorry, sweety. Sometimes, people just seem to have more luck than we do. Just know that you still have us, Woojin even. He still cares deeply about you, you know? You also have me, yeah? We all love you…” Daehwi comforts you, hugging you tightly.

You nod slightly, burying your face in his warm sweater. You feel Daehwi stroke your hair and you squeeze him a little tighter. The two of you stay in that position for a few minutes before Daehwi pulls away.

“Listen, you need to get your mind off of this and enjoy Christmas break. Let’s do something fun. Do you want to stay inside or go out?” Daehwi smiles encouragingly at you.

“I don’t know…” you don’t want to interrupt Daehwi’s schedule for the day.

“If you’re thinking about if I have anything to do, I don’t. Why don’t we go out?” Daehwi giggles knowingly.

“You always know what I’m thinking,” you chuckle.

“Hey, you laughed,” Daehwi grins.

“You always make me laugh…let’s go out, yeah?” you giggle, starting to get up.

“Yeah, go clean yourself up, okay? Dress more warmly and cover up your neck so you don’t get even sicker. I’ll wash up your cup,” Daehwi shooes you away to your room.

You laugh lightly as you head to your bathroom to clean your face. You hear Daehwi cough a little, causing you to frown. You probably passed your sickness on to Daehwi. Now he can’t enjoy his break either. You sigh and put on an extra jacket and a scarf, as advised by the purple haired boy.

“I’m sorry,” you began as you enter the kitchen.

“Oh!” Daehwi turns around, startled, “I didn’t see you there…”

“Um, I’m sorry you have to take care of me like this…and I probably got you sick. I heard you coughing,” you frown.

“No, no, I want to take care of you. Otherwise, what kind of best friend would I be?” Daehwi laughs.

“Thanks,” you chuckle.

“As for me being sick,” Daehwi hesitates a little, “I was already a little sick before anyway. Don’t worry about it.”

You look at him a little suspiciously, but choose to ignore it. You watch Daehwi as he finishes washing your mug and placing it in your dishwasher to dry. He dries his hands gently on a nearby towel before heading towards you. He places his hand gently on your back and the two of you head out the door.

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“So, where are we going to go?” you ask, your hand hanging cold and lonely at your side.

Instinctively, you reach out for the hand next to you, which happened to be Daehwi’s. When you were out with Woojin, he would always hold your hand, keeping you warm. It had become a habit of yours now to grab Woojin’s hand, but now he is gone. You mutter a sorry and pull your hand away, but Daehwi stops you from pulling away. He grips your hand tighter, putting them into his pocket. You look at him, a bit confused, but thankful for the newfound warmth.

“It’s okay. I know you’re cold,” Daehwi grins, his cheeks, nose, and ears red from the frosty wind.

“O-oh, thanks…sorry again,” you smile back, glad to have Daehwi here to support you.

“Anyway, is there any specific place you want to go?” Daehwi asks.

As if on cue, your stomach decides to grumble, hinting that some food was needed. You laugh, embarrassed. Daehwi giggles along with you.

“I seem to be a little hungry. Let’s go eat,” you laugh.

“I can tell,” Daehwi snorts, “Let’s go to Jisung-hyung’s cafe.”

You roll your eyes at Daehwi’s statement but agree. Jisung owns a little, cozy cafe fairly close to your campus. You often go there, whether it’s for the special discount or for study sessions or just to hang out.

“Ladies first,” Daehwi opens the door, moving aside so you can go in first.

“Thanks,” you smile and head into the familiar and comforting cafe, Daehwi following close behind.

Jisung notices the two of you immediately and waves for you to come to the front as he opens up a new line, just for the two of you. You smile at him and pushed your way to the front as the cafe is usually fairly busy.

“Hey, how’s it going, kids?” Jisung smiles, “Finally Christmas break, huh?”

“Yup, I’m so glad finals are over for this semester,” you groan.

“Same, but one of my professors gave our class a fifty-page packet to finish over break,” Daehwi rolls his eyes, obviously exaggerating a little…or not.

“Aww, that sucks. Maybe I can help. Anyway, would you like your usual orders or do you want to try something else?” Jisung offers.

“I’ll have my usual, thanks,” Daehwi nods, “What about you, y/n?”

“Hmm…just black coffee please,” you sigh.

“Wow, what an unusual order. I’ll get right to it!” Jisung chuckles.

As the two of you sit in your usual corner, Daehwi asks, “Black coffee? Bold choice, but why the sudden change?”

“I guess I’m just feeling a bit bitter about…everything. I don’t think I can down my usual when it holds so many memories of me and Woojin.”

“Ah, I’m glad you’re helping yourself. Keeping yourself happy is very important,” Daehwi takes your hands into his warm ones and give them a light squeeze.

“Daehwi, seriously though, thanks for caring for me. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for,” you squeeze his hands back.

“Aww, how sweet! Anyway, I’m going to use the restroom. I’ll be right back,” Daehwi smoothly excuses himself and disappears into the men’s room.

“Oh, where’d Daehwi go?” Jisung arrives with your orders.

“Oh, thanks. He went to the bathroom. You can just leave his drink here,” you thank Jisung, “I’ll watch over it.”

“Got it. Just holler if you need me,” Jisung jokingly winks and rushes to help out the next customer.

Laughing to yourself, you take a long sip of the steaming cup of coffee. Hmm…just bitter enough. This is perfect… you smile to yourself as you bask in the warmth of the coffee. You feel the heated liquid make its way down to your stomach, calming you a little.

“I’ve never seen someone enjoy black coffee as much as you do,” Daehwi’s sudden laughter made you snap your eyes open.

“Oh…really? It’s not actually half as bad. I mean Jisung’s cafe just has really good coffee in general, but still,” you take another sip.

“That’s true. Anyway, do you want half of my muffin? You said you were hungry, but you never ordered any actual food,” Daehwi holds out half of his precut blueberry and chocolate muffin.

“Oh, you’re right…” you hesitantly reach out for a fourth of his muffin, “if you don’t mind, then.”

“It’s alright, I offered after all,” Daehwi chuckles, taking a bite out of his muffin.

“I could’ve just ordered another one, but thanks,” you begin to nibble at the still warm muffin.

“Hmm, yeah, but now you can use that money to pay off student loans,” Daehwi laughs while taking a sip of his tea.

“You’re not wrong,” you hum.

“Of course I’m right,” Daehwi teases, “When am I ever wrong?”

You laugh, causing Daehwi to laugh too. The two of you spent the rest of your afternoon at the cafe, finally leaving when Jisung told you to do something more productive. As you left, you suggested visiting Somi, who was actually living in the school dorms. Both you and Daehwi had both found apartments fairly close to the school, but they were too small for two people to live in so Somi stayed in the dorms. She seems to like it there better anyway.

By the time you reached Somi’s room, the two of you were already out of breath…even if the dorm is only about a ten-minute walk from the cafe. To be fair, her room was all the way on the third floor and they close the elevators during breaks. You pant, looking at Daehwi and both of you burst out in laughter.

“Why are we so out of shape?” Daehwi laughs, resting his hands on his knees.

“Hey, I have an excuse. I’m sick and I haven’t walked more than a mile since like middle school,” you snort, “You dance.”

“Ugh, true…” Daehwi straightens up and knocks on the door.

“Oh, it’s you two! Come in, what’s up?” Somi immediately opens the door with her usual adorable smile.

“Ah~ Somi! I missed you,” you attack the slightly shocked girl with a bear hug.

“Y/n, we literally saw each other like last week,” Somi giggles.

“Haha, thanks for letting us come without a notice. I hope we aren’t disturbing anything,” Daehwi also gives Somi a hug.

“Nah, I was just to ring you guys up, to be honest,” Somi closes the door and ushers the two of you in.

“Where’s your roommate, by the way. She might not be happy to find two strangers trashing her room,” you ask.

“Don’t worry about it. She’s out the whole break,” Somi winks, “Hold on, let me get something real quick.”

Somi quickly disappears into her kitchen, leaving you and Daehwi to find a comfortable seat for yourselves. Somi quickly comes back, a bottle of champagne in her hand. She danced over to the two of you, sitting you down on the couch. She handed each of you a tall, glass cup.

“Listen, I know you want to get over Woojin quickly,” Somi cautiously begins, watching for your reaction.

“Yeah…” you tilt your head slightly, trying to not think too much about it.

“So maybe…we should drink a little bit?” Somi sighs in relief, glad that you took it well.

“…Somi, you’re a genius,” you giggle, waving your glass, hinting that she should fill it.

—

“Bye-bye~” a drunk Somi waves at you as you stumble out the door.

You giggle and blow her a kiss as you are too drunk to talk. Daehwi grabs his coat and catches you before you can topple over. It’s safe to say that Daehwi is the “designated driver” even though none of you are going to be driving home. While both you and Somi drank your hearts away, Daehwi only had a glass or two. He didn’t want to get drunk so he could take you home.

“Okay, thanks for having us, Somi! Don’t do anything stupid and don’t drink anymore,” Daehwi warns Somi before she shuts the door close.

“Welp, okay. Let’s get you home now, y/n,” his purple hair sways in the wind as he sighs.

“Mmm…okayyy~” you managed to let out, your words slurring.

Daehwi crouches down and tells you to hop on. You trip and basically fall on him, but that is fine. He catches you anyway and that is all that mattered to him at the moment. He needs to get his drunk best friend home. As you hum drunkenly to random Christmas songs, Daehwi carries you back to your apartment, occasionally adjusting your position on his back.

Finally, Daehwi reaches your apartment. He crouches down once again, letting you slide smoothly off his currently aching back. Before you could faceplant yourself, Daehwi slides an arm around your waist and grips tightly while looking for your spare keys.

After blindly groping at the fake plant right outside your door, he finally finds the tiny key and pulls it out of the dirt. He shakes it a little before slipping it into the lock and unlocking your apartment door. Daehwi easily slips off your shoes before taking off his own and drags you into your room. He dumps you into your bed and tucks you in. He quickly gets you a glass of water for the next morning before rushing back and sitting next to you on your bed.

“Alright, go to sleep now, okay?” Daehwi speaks gently as he runs his fingers through your tangled hair.

“Mmm…okay,” you sigh sleepily, “But first, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Who was that girl you were walking with this morning, Woojin,” you grin up at Daehwi.

Daehwi hesitates. In your drunken mind, Daehwi has become Woojin…which hurt him. However, he decides to play along since he doesn’t know how to answer anyway. Daehwi swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing up and then down again.

“Nobody, babe. She was just a classmate,” Daehwi smiles bitterly. Now he kind of wants to drink that black coffee you had earlier today.

If it hadn’t been obvious, Daehwi didn’t know what else it would be. While you are desperately in love with Woojin, Daehwi is just as whipped for you as you are for Woojin. Unfortunately, you have never seen him as more than a best friend.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I just got a little jealous, baby,” you smile, eyes closing from sleepiness.

“I know. I’m sorry I worried you. Um, I would stay, but I have something to do. Just call me if you need me, okay?” Daehwi swallows harshly.

“Thanks,” you snuggle into your blanket, “Oh, if you happen to see Daehwi on your way back, make sure to thank him for taking me out this morning for me.”

“Sure, no problem, babe. Sweet dreams,” Daehwi slowly gets up, kissing your forehead.

He barely hears you say “night” back before rushing out the door. He runs as fast as he can back to his own apartment. His throat is burning with each breath he takes. Finally reaching his own room, he locks himself in his room, sobbing. He knows that it really wasn’t that big of a deal. He should just get over you, but he just can’t find it in himself to. There is something about you that just draws him to you and after being best friends with each other since basically birth didn’t really help.

With that, Daehwi cries himself to sleep, not caring if he was on the bathroom floor. However, he can only think of you and if you will be okay the next morning. Maybe he should’ve stayed the night, but he didn’t think he could handle it.

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You wince as a beam of light shoots right in your face. You cover your eyes with your hands before opening them cautiously. Your head is pounding and you spot a glass of water on your nightstand. Without thinking, you snatch the glass and drain out all of its content.

You groan and rub your eyes, setting your glass down. You spot a bright pink sticky note. Suddenly, memories of someone sitting by your bed rushed into your mind. You subtly remember talking to…Woojin? Maybe the whole break up was a dream, you think excitedly.

You pick up the neon note and read the neat and bubbly writing on it.

Hey, sleep well? I’m sure you’re hungover right now so drink some water, take some painkillers. Also, be sure to do something productive, okay? Love, Daehwi ●3●

Slightly disappointed that it wasn’t Woojin, you slump down in your bed again. Your memories from yesterday started flooding back into your mind. Tears threaten to spill as you remember that you saw Woojin holding hands with another girl, smiling at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

You sit in your bed, finally letting the tears fall. You scroll through your photos on your phone of you and Woojin. The tears came faster and you choked on your own spit. Coughing, you quickly run to the bathroom as you feel something come up. You bend over the toilet bowl, basically choking. Finally, something small, but also quite unusual flies out of your mouth.

With shaking hands, you reach for the tiny, red item that just came out from your mouth. You gasp. It was a tiny rose petal. That’s when it stuck you real hard. You had hanahaki, the disease contracted from one-sided love. Now you understood why you had been coughing so much recently.

Your thoughts are interrupted by your throat itching and more coughing. As you watch more and more tiny petals tumble out of your mouth, you begin feeling dizzy. You shot a quick text at Daehwi before the dizziness finally wins over your body. The room seemingly spins around and around and you fall over. The last thing you see is your bathroom ceiling before darkness spread across your vision.

—

Daehwi’s phone ‘dings’ at the sound of a text. Daehwi, who is still weak from last night slowly picks up his phone. As soon as he sees your contact name, he immediately sits up straighter and unlocks his phone.

Daehwi

Can you come please?

~Admin Liz ♡

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