#I wish sims could hold hands sitting or walking

[chexnluv]

ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN YOU SAY “I WANT A KISS” IN PUBLIC , (🍥)

pairing: boyfriend ! enhypen × girlfriend ! afab reader, genre: fluff, headcanon, warning(s): pet names, kissing, public display of affection, not proofread,

LEE HEESEUNG ,

“Seung, I want a kiss!” you demanded, tugging on your boyfriend’s sleeve as he focused on the movie. The dim glow of the theater surrounded you, but all you could think about was his lips on yours. You felt his hand wrap around yours, his thumb gently brushing your skin. He chuckled softly, his gaze shifting from the screen to you. “Right here? In front of everyone?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, clearly amused by your sudden request. You glanced around, noting a few other couples engrossed in the film, but you didn’t care. Your expression was serious, determined. “Yes!” you insisted, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Heeseung smiled at your boldness, leaning in closer. You felt your heart skip a beat as he brushed his lips gently against your cheek. The kiss was soft and sweet, but not what you had in mind. “I want one on the lips,” you pouted, your lip jutting out in playful frustration. He chuckled quietly, the sound warm in your ear as he whispered, “We’ll save the real kiss for later,” squeezing your hand reassuringly. Despite his words, you couldn't help but feel content, knowing he'd make good on that promise.

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PARK JONGSEONG [JAY] ,

You and Jay were sitting together at a cozy little café, enjoying your coffee date. Everything was perfect—the warm atmosphere, the quiet chatter of people around you, and Jay’s comforting presence beside you. As the time to leave neared, you couldn't resist. “I want a kiss!” you blurted out a bit louder than intended, catching both Jay and yourself by surprise. Eyes wide, Jay immediately covered your mouth with his palm, cheeks flushing as he glanced around the café to see if anyone had heard. “Quieter, baby,” he muttered, leaning in, clearly embarrassed but smiling softly at your bold request.

Once he was sure no one was paying attention, Jay dropped his hand, his expression turning mischievous. Without warning, he slid his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He wasted no time, pressing his lips firmly against yours in a quick but tender kiss. His touch was soft, yet the kiss had no hesitation, leaving you breathless. As he pulled back, his fingers still resting on your waist, Jay laughed quietly, his eyes sparkling with affection. “You’re going to get me in trouble,” he teased, though the way he was looking at you made it clear that he didn’t mind one bit.

SIM JAEYUN [JAKE] ,

“Jake! I want a kiss,” you said, playfully nudging him as you walked together hand in hand. The moment the words left your lips, a blush immediately crept across Jake’s face. His ears turned a light shade of pink, and he looked down at you with that slightly nervous, shy smile you adored so much. “Here?” he asked, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, clearly trying to contain his own flustered reaction. You could tell he was a little embarrassed, but you weren’t about to let him off that easily.

“Is that a problem, baby?” you teased, giving him your best puppy eyes. The look you gave him was irresistible, and he sighed, unable to hold back the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. With a quiet chuckle, Jake leaned down, his breath warm against your skin as he quickly pecked your lips. It was fast but sweet, leaving you wishing for more as he pulled away, still blushing, and looked into your eyes. He laughed softly, his shyness still lingering. “You’re too cute, you know that?” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing your cheek, making your heart flutter all over again.

PARK SUNGHOON ,

You were on a peaceful picnic date with Sunghoon, enjoying the warm afternoon sun as you rested your head on his shoulder. The quiet moments between you two felt perfect, but you wanted to make it even better. You looked up at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “I want a kiss,” you said softly. Sunghoon froze for a moment, caught off guard by your bold request in such a public setting. His eyes widened slightly as he looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. He was clearly a bit flustered but quickly composed himself, a smirk spreading across his face.

“You really want a kiss right here?” he teased, his tone light but his expression still showing a hint of surprise. You pouted and leaned closer, giving him your best cute look. “Do it! Please, please, please!” you practically begged, using your puppy eyes as a weapon. He couldn’t resist. With a soft chuckle, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “No! Here,” you whined, pointing at your lips, making your request clearer. Sunghoon laughed softly and patted your head. “This is all you get for now,” he teased, leaving you both flustered and giggling at his playful resistance.

KIM SUNOO ,

“Sunoo! Kiss me! I want a kiss!” you blurted out, catching your boyfriend off guard. He immediately giggled, his face turning slightly pink as he looked around, noticing the people nearby. “Shh! You’re bringing attention to us,” he said in a hushed tone, clearly embarrassed, though he couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were being. “But Sunoo! I want a kiss! Besides, they’re probably thinking we make a good couple,” you added with a confident smirk, eyes sparkling mischievously.

Sunoo’s embarrassment grew, but so did his determination. Without warning, he leaned in and confidently kissed you—soft yet full of meaning, leaving no room for doubt. When he pulled away, a playful grin on his face, he raised an eyebrow. “There, happy now?” he teased, still holding onto your hand. You were too stunned to speak for a moment, feeling the warmth in your cheeks rise as your face turned bright red. His sudden boldness left you flustered, completely at a loss for words. You simply nodded, your heart racing as Sunoo giggled again, obviously proud of himself for turning the tables.

YANG JUNGWON ,

“Baby... what would you do if I told you to kiss me?” you asked casually, glancing at your boyfriend across the table. The two of you were at a nice restaurant, enjoying dinner, so he assumed you were joking around. He smirked, playing along. “Then I’d kiss you,” he replied with a shrug, thinking you weren’t serious. But your next words caught him completely off guard. “Okay, then kiss me!” you demanded, confidently holding his gaze. He froze, blinking in shock. “Right now? In front of everyone?” His voice was soft, and you could see his cheeks turning red as he glanced nervously around the room.

You nodded, unbothered by the people nearby. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in quickly, pressing a light peck on your lips before sitting back down as if nothing had happened. For a second, the two of you locked eyes in silence, and you noticed how his entire face had turned bright pink. He picked up his fork again, pretending to be nonchalant, but you could tell how flustered he was. “You’re too much…” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he avoided your teasing grin, clearly still embarrassed but also unable to stop smiling.

NISHIMURA RIKI [NIKI] ,

“Niki, Niki, Niki, Niki, Niki!” you chanted, tugging at his sleeve as the two of you wandered through the amusement park. He gave you a side-eye, clearly amused yet slightly annoyed by your persistence. “What is it?” he finally asked, raising an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. You hesitated for a moment, feeling shy. “I want a kiss,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes, barely able to meet his gaze. “Is that a dare?” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No! Definitely not,” you quickly responded, shaking your head. He grinned, leaning in closer. “So, you want a kiss here? Right in front of everyone? You really want the whole park to see?” he teased, dragging out the moment as your face flushed.

You thought he was about to grant your wish, his face inching closer, making your heart race. But at the last second, he swerved, planting a soft kiss on your cheek instead. “Gotcha,” he chuckled, pulling back, his laughter light and playful. “Ugh, you’re so bad,” you muttered, half-annoyed but mostly flustered. He grinned wider, then began peppering your face with kisses—your forehead, your cheeks, everywhere except your lips. Each kiss made your cheeks grow redder, and all you could do was pout as he continued to tease. He was such a tease, but you couldn't help but love every second of it.

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WHY HER? — SIM JAEYUN (chapter fifteen)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life. notes. super angsty…sorryyyy

“How are you feeling?” Jake asked, sitting down next to Y/N. It had been a couple weeks since the album in incident and Y/N’s eye had healed well. Unfortunately during a recent concert of Enhypen’s, Y/N had someone spit on her shoes. It angered her sure, but the tip of the iceberg was the trucks sent by engenes, encouraging a breakup between Y/N and Jake. The girl had passed by them the other day and had never felt so humiliated in her life.

Or maybe the last last straw was someone ‘accidentally’ bumping into her at a cafe and spilling an iced americano all over her outfit. Y/N wanted to believe that it wasn’t intentional, but the soft giggles from the girls and the enhypen photo cards dangling from their bags said otherwise.

Y/N hated to give up, she never wanted to admit defeat. Jake was hers and she was his, it shouldn’t matter what anyone thought. But her dignity was slowly being destroyed and constantly looking over her shoulder became tiring. She just needed to focus on school and not on the possibility of being injured worse than an album to the face.

“Better.” Y/N mumbled, not being able to meet Jake’s gaze. She hated the words that were about to leave her mouth, but maybe it was for the best. Or maybe she should’ve slept on it more, going over the pros and cons in her head. But Y/N wasn’t thinking straight and she was extremely stressed out. Her judgement was a bit clouded.

“I think we should take a break.” She whispered, finally looking up at Jake. The silence was deafening and the way Jake’s expression dropped made Y/N wince. The girl sighed, already feeling tears come to her eyes. She had been dreading this conversation.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jake asked, his voice cracking. Y/N held back a sob, allowing tears to fall down her face.

“No…no you didn’t and that’s what sucks about this. Jake, you’re an amazing boyfriend, really really amazing. You’ve done everything for me and more so it’s not about you.” Y/N explained, turning to face him once more. That was a mistake since the look on his face only made the lump in her throat grow more. Y/N had never seen Jake this upset before, and of course she had to be the one to cause his pain.

“Then what is it about? We can fix this, there has to be some kind of solution.” Jake replied, grabbing Y/N’s hands with his. She let out a shaky sigh, a sad smile on her face.

“But there isn’t one, Jake. You’re too popular, engenes love you but they don’t love you with me. I’m being humiliated and dumped on by these people, and I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” Y/N said, watching as the boy sighed and anxiously ran his hands through his hair. Jake had always felt guilty about what Y/N went through to be with him and suddenly wished he had talked to her earlier. Had he been neglecting her mental health? Was he really as good of a boyfriend as she said?

“I’m sorry that this is happening to you, you know how shitty I feel. But they won’t do this forever. They’ll back down when they realize that you’re here to stay.” Jake was practically begging her now, already feeling Y/N slipping away from him. He felt nothing but panic in the moment, trying to say all the right things so she wouldn’t walk out of his life.

“Back down? In what, a few years? Jake, I don’t know if this is worth it!” Y/N exclaimed with frustration. Jake stilled at her words, looking at her with teary eyes. The boy didn’t want to cry in front of Y/N, but he wasn’t sure if he could hold back his emotions anymore.

“So I’m not worth it? What, did you think this was going to be easy? You knew what you were getting into Y/N how could you do this do me now?” Jake raised his voice, tears spilling into his face. Y/N rubbed her hands over her eyes, already feeling overwhelmed by the conversation.

“No…that’s not what I mean. It’s just…it’s really hard for me to have a nice relationship with you when these crazy fans exist.”

“So ignore them! They don’t matter to us!”

“Jake, you’re not listening to me—”

“Y/N I love you.” Jake interrupted. And suddenly as if Y/N’s tears were held back by a dam, it finally broke. She wished that their first ‘i love you’ could have been under better circumstances, but of course life had a way of playing cruel games.

“Why would you say that to me? Now? Are you fucking kidding me?” Y/N sneered, trying to get her words out in between sobs.

“Because I don’t want my favorite girl to leave me. I don’t know how I’ll be able to go on with my life without you in it. And I mean— I’m so in love with you that it hurts. Like, I can physically feel how much I love you and it can be overwhelming but it’s also the best feeling in the world.” Jake cried while trying to wipe away the stream of tears coming from his eyes. It was hopeless, he felt as miserable as Y/N did.

“Oh my gosh.” Y/N mumbled, head in her hands as she continued to cry. Jake’s confession only made her feel worse, her stomach twisting uncomfortably. Why did he have to be the most precious person she had ever met? Why did this have to be so hard?

“Please, Y/N. I love you so much don’t do this to me.” Jake begged, his bottom lip wobbling as sobs threatened to escape from his mouth. Y/N shook her head before standing up from the bed and gathering her things.

“I can’t…I can’t do this anymore. I’m so sorry, Yun. I’m so sorry.” Y/N said, ignoring Jake’s desperate pleas and heading straight towards the door. She tried to convince herself that it would be for best, that Jake’s career would thrive better without her. But as she walk down the hallways of the apartment building, she felt as if she left her whole world back in that dorm.

It’s for the best…It’s for the best…

Jake stared at the door, tears silently streamed down his face as he replayed the conversation over and over in his head. She left and that was it. The relationship was over. She was leaving for New York in a month, Jake would probably never see her again.

The boy began to cry even harder, feeling as if his heart had physically broken into tiny pieces. Heeseung and Riki, who had accidentally eavesdropped due to the thin walls, immediately ran to the living room. Heeseung brought the boy into a hug, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. Riki observed the two with a heavy heart, wishing that he didn’t have to see Jake in such a state.

“I’m so sorry, Jake.” Heeseung mumbled, really wishing he hadn’t sent that text in the first place.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.77 Un-Invite

Good thing Sophia and I weren't fancy sims, because I could have thought of a dozen better ways to celebrate our engagement than eating at a casual restaurant down the street from my mama's house to escape her being extra. She would have been thrilled to dog sit for a few extra hours if we had decided to make a big splash and go fancy. However, it didn't make sense for us to leave town, so we opted to go to Viviana's...the same Viviana's where I first sorta kinda met Yasmine. I didn't tell Sophia she worked there because I didn't want to dampen the evening, but I definitely walked inside, cautiously looking around and hoping she was off that day. But there was nothing to fear, even if she showed. We had already handled our business. If she wanted to be messy, that would be on her. Still, I hoped she wasn't working.

Sophia, on the other hand, had no reason to suspect a surprise appearance and was grinning from ear to ear.

"This is such a nice restaurant!"

"Yeah, I like it too. This became our place when we moved here."

"I love how it's so trendy and modern, but I still feel comfortable being here dressed like this."

Even though I hoped we would not run into Yasmine, I knew she would turn up; I felt it in my bones. I buried my head in the menu and must have read it 17 times because I didn't want to see it coming. But eventually, I heard her voice.

"Welcome to Vi...oh..."

Sophia looked up, and I saw that flash of surprise that hit her face. It morphed into confusion, then suspicion. Yasmine looked more embarrassed, but still ready to hold her own if Sophia wanted to take her there. They glared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I had no idea what went on in either of their heads, but if I could have backed away slowly, I would have. They were like two cats circling and sizing up each other. Who would strike first? Of course, I didn't expect a fight to break out, but I honestly had no idea what to expect. At the club that night, Sophia surprised me when she casually interrupted us. I never thought of her as territorial. To be honest, I thought it was kinda hot. But she wasn't a nasty woman, and we were in Yasmine's workplace, so I knew they'd eventually snap out of it. And they did.

"Umm..." Yasmine hesitated and fidgeted with the notepad in her hand. "I can go get someone else if you-"

"Don't be silly," Sophia said, brushing her off. "We're all adults here."

I exhaled. Yasmine smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, we are. I'd like a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup but..."

She explained exactly how she wanted the sandwich to be: grilled long enough to be very crispy and brown, but not so much that it's hard and scratches the roof of her mouth. Yasmine got a kick out of that, and I did too. I watched her in amazement, not about the sandwich, but how gracefully she handled awkward situations. Mama was 1000% spot on when she said I chose well.

I ordered bangers and mash, and we both got a Sunset Valley. After Yasmine repeated everything back to us, including Sophia's highly specific notes, she surprised us both.

"That's a nice ring," she said with a beautiful smile.

She didn't smile much, but when she did, it was a nice treat. Was I still allowed to say that?

"Thank you so much," Sophia said.

"Congratulations," she said. "You don't mess around, huh?"

"I knew she was the one. Why wait? But thanks, Yasmine. I really appreciate that."

"I hope it's okay to say this," she began.

Everything in me tensed up again.

"You're so lucky. I never really had a shot, but when I thought I did, I wasted it. I wish y'all the best."

I exhaled. I think Sophia did, too.

"That's so kind of you to say," she said. "Thank you."

"I'll be back in a bit," Yasmine said and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Well, that was nice of her," Sophia said.

"It was."

"She can't come to the wedding, though."

I chuckled.

"I wouldn't dare ask you that. Speaking of the wedding...are looking you looking to have a huge shindig?" I asked.

"Not really. But I don't want it to be so small that we have to labor over whom to un-invite. We should invite whoever we want."

"I was thinking the same thing, though I don't have many to invite."

I thought about Dub. We had only known each other for about 24 hours, but he was already one of my closest friends. He had a secured spot on my guest list, and I tacked on a plus one in case he and Maia had some serious talks on the train. I wanted to meet her.

"What about you?" she asked. "Do you have a dream wedding?"

"Nah, not really. I don't care where it is or what we do, as long as you, my parents, and my sister are there. Oh, and a huge cake. Gotta have a nice cake."

"I mean, is it really a wedding without a nice cake?"

I chuckled. She and I were always on the same page, and it was beautiful.

"Exactly."

"I would love a beach wedding," she said. "That's my only real preference."

"Then a beach wedding it is."

I took a moment to comb through my thoughts really consider if I'd been looking forward to anything in particular, especially since I was allowed to have an opinion, heh. Mama was right about one thing. I was a simple and adaptable guy, so I honestly didn't have any must-haves or deal breakers.

"Do you think we'll have time to do all the pre-ceremony stuff, like the parties and dinners?" I asked.

"Listen," she said in a sweet yet firm tone, "I know you're a dutiful son, but this is our wedding. If you want to do all those things, we'll make time!"

A different server arrived with our food, and Sophia celebrated her perfectly grilled sandwich. As we were both starving, we seized the opportunity to get a few bites in before continuing our conversation.

"Speaking of time," she began, "your mom asked one question I'd been considering. How would you feel about starting our family right away?"

"I wouldn't mind that."

She smiled and seemed very relieved.

"I'm glad... Time to tell your friends in the purple box goodbye!"

I quickly swallowed my food before I choked to death from laughing at her. Forget surviving our relationship. I needed to survive the engagement!

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Come Back, Be Here - DR3 x Fem!OC

Masterlist

Summary: One race until the end of the season, and one race until Dan gets to go home for New Years and six weeks of family time. But he and Emmy are facing their longest separation since 2018, and neither of them are facing the truth of what it means.

Words: 7.2k

Warnings: Abu Dhabi 2021, angst (it’s this series what do you expect), explicit smut (18+ only pls!), mentions of breaking laws in Middle Eastern countries.

AN: We had to share something for the DannyRic GP, and why not the moment that started the downward spiral for these two? We are aware that they probably wouldn’t get in trouble for being physically affectionate in public, but Em sticks to the rules and is a worst case scenario person so here we are. We hope you enjoy! Alex and Cíara xx

December, 2021

This leg of the race calendar was punishing. It didn’t give you a moment to breathe, three double headers in a row. And hardest of all for Dan, the last three races were in the Middle East.

He’d learned more about the human rights side of things, but he’d never consider himself well educated on it. He’d talked to other drivers, looked online, all of that. But on a purely selfish level Middle Eastern races meant that he and Em were back to their old pattern of separate hotel rooms, one of them slipping out of the others at the crack of dawn so they weren’t caught sharing. It was stupid and illogical and he missed the feeling of getting to wake up slowly with her half sprawled across him, of soft kisses and slow sex to get ready for the day.

Instead it was mumbled goodbyes and kisses on her forehead. Qatar wasn’t too bad, they finished the race and got to head back to Europe. He spent more time on the sim, trying to get to grips with how the car reacted and bring back some of the magic from Monza. And then he’d go home and open up the door of that little flat to see Em on the couch still working away, or she’d arrive in just after him from Blake’s with a smile and a “I was asked to remind you the walls are thin, please don’t make me scream tonight again.” She always blushed and he grinned, kissing it away and wrapping her in a hug to put aside the mixed feelings he had about McLaren. 

But they were in Saudi Arabia and he fucking hated it here. He hated that for the next two months he couldn’t hold Em’s hand. He couldn’t wake up beside her in bed. That he’d get on the plane to Perth and she’d be left behind because she was going back to London and he didn’t want to do it.

Originally how late the calendar ran because of covid was perfect. They would arrive into Perth just as the major restrictions would be lifted, the hotel was booked for two weeks, they’d be home just after Christmas. It would work. And then the rules changed and it was citizens and spouses of citizens only and there was no way around it. They were in Austin when they got the news, cancelling the flight for Em with tears.

It was just after the race in Saudi, sitting in his driver room and wanting to head back to the hotel when Michael walked in. Everything was ready and he stood, but one look from Michael made him sit and stay quiet.

“Are you gonna ask Em to marry you so she can come home with us?”

He thought he was about to laugh at the question, but Michael’s face was sincere. 

“Mate, no. God I wish I could. But no. I have a plan, and her thinking that I’m only asking her so she can come is not in it. I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“You have a plan? Shouldn’t you at least go on a couple of dates? Have dinner out like a couple? Work out if it’s what’s gonna happen?”

He could see the surprise on his best mate’s face, watching as Dan took a deep breath and stretched out his back. He’d had the plan since the four of them were in lockdown together on the farm, when Em got off the wooden lounger she was sharing with him to get four more beers. He sat there, took the last gulp out of his bottle, and said “I’m going to marry her some day. Emmy’s the one. She’s it.”

Emmy had come back and curled on his chest again before they could say anything else, sitting there in the cooling night air while he ran his hand up and down her arm. It was perfect and he knew that was it, she was the one. The ring was sitting in his bag waiting for the right moment.

“Mate I know it will. We live together. We do dates when we have our Italy trips, and she still hasn’t forgotten I owe her for Lake Como last year because I won Monza instead. We don’t need dates.”

“Just take her on one. Mate, seriously, take her out. Do it properly.” The insistence was weird, it was never how Mike usually was. In fairness he and Blake usually stayed out of whatever he and Emmy were doing, unless it interrupted Blake’s sleep and he got an angry text. They’d gotten a lot better at not doing that though.

“Did she tell you something? Why are you making a big deal about this? I know what I’m doing.”

“She hasn’t said anything, but just…I see the way the two of you look at each other. You’re not gonna see her for six weeks, and I’m pretty sure the last time the two of you went that long without seeing each other was that gap between her coming to Monaco and whatever the race she went to after in 2018.  Take your girl on a date and make sure she’s your girl.”

“I fucking can’t!” He was louder than he meant to be, opening and closing his hand and standing up. The fucking “cultural norms” and rules that meant they couldn’t do it. If they were just tourists then yeah, maybe. But there’d be cameras and people would see and he wouldn’t put it past a government to make an example of them.

“Why not? It’s easy. “Hey Em I’m in love with you and have been probably since I brought you to Perth for the first time, lets go for dinner before we spend six weeks apart.” That’s all you have to say. She’ll say yes.”

“Because we’re in the Middle fucking East. I’m not even supposed to get in a car with her, let alone be in public with her alone. And it’s pretty public that we’re not married so we can’t risk it. And don’t remind me that it’s gonna be fifty one days without her. That’s how long it’ll be till I see her once we get on that plane.”

“Dan…” But he was on a roll, finally able to explain everything that had been so painful to think about.

“We break so many rules in so many countries just to be able to sit at each others sides. I can get in trouble for sitting by her side in the car, holding her hand. It’s my thing every single day to be with her in the car. It’s our thing to go on ride to get to be alone for a minute before the rest of the world gets me. I can’t even stay in the same room as her if there isn’t someone there. I’m not supposed to go to bed hugging the girl of my dreams. Do you know the risk that I take every single time I sneak out of her room? The danger she’s in? There’s literal fucking morality police here. And every night we decide fuck it, it’s worth it and I just hug her tighter because it could turn into a living nightmare for her. So please. Don’t ask me “why not” like it’s some simple question because it’s not. There’s nothing I want more than that.”

It was quiet as Dan took a breath, the reminders of last year and the way they worried as he got back into the car after watching Romain escape the flames hit him again.

“Remember Bahrain last year? The way I hid in my drivers room with her?” Michael nodded. “That could have gotten us arrested for just being alone together and all that happened was she held onto me and stopped me from wanting to scream. The fact that we’re here so we have to do this? We have to pretend that it’s ok not to even get to hug each other? I’d kill for a podium, or even imagine a win, but then she couldn’t hug me. It’s backwards and it’s fucked and yeah I’m rich and white so we’d probably be fine but it’s not worth the risk. We do it anyway. Because we have to.”

“Mate. I’m sorry.”

“Just please. I have a plan. When we move into the new place I’m gonna talk to her about admitting everything. And next time she’s able to come to the farm I’m gonna propose. I’ve had the ring for a year. A little longer isn’t going to hurt.”

“As long as you know what you’re doing. I trust you, but don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I won’t. We’ll be good. She knows me better than I know myself.”

They nodded at each other and left the room, Blake and Em standing outside the hospitality with a few feet between them. Instead the four walked out to a car available for them to go back to the hotel. Ten days till the flight to Perth. He had to make the most of them.

—

Once they arrived in Abu Dhabi Em was counting down. They got in on Monday ahead of most of the rest of McLaren, checking into the hotel and getting their rooms. She had the emails and went to the counter, getting the keys and pointing out the boys across the lobby and the ridiculous amount of luggage they all travelled with. Travelling light was not a thing Formula One did.

The four envelopes were slid over, Em taking them and checking the keys. The little printed labels with their names were the same as in nearly any other Hilton, but seeing Dan’s on his own and hers on her own made her so frustrated.

She knew she’d been putting off thinking about the flight home after the race. Until they got to the airport she could pretend they were getting on the same plane, holding hands over the little divider like they did so often, curling up in bed and look at new apartments. They had months left on their self imposed timeline of the summer break, her lease was month to month, but they wanted this. A place that was theirs felt right for once.

“You ok?” Dan asked when Blake and Michael had gone up to their rooms. They were sitting on opposite sides of a coffee table, each fiddling with the envelope in their hands. The evening was a free one before the chaos of the final race of the season began. Both titles coming down to one race? It wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Yeah. Just…yeah.”

“It sucks.”

“It really sucks.” She smiled wistfully, trying to get herself together. They still had time. They weren’t leaving till Tuesday night, Lando agreeing to do the final day of tyre testing so Dan could make it home. The offer was there for Em to fly home early, as if that would happen. She hadn’t let them book her on an earlier flight to London. It wasn’t worth having a little less time with her boys.

“I just hate being apart. I hate not getting to share a room with you. Not even getting to give you a hug in public. I know it’s stupid, but this week?”

“It’s not forever.” Dan sounded different and she looked up at him, watching him search for his words. “After we move, y’know? Next year. We find the apartment and we move in and then we can figure out the rest.”

“That sounds really good.”

Their rooms were at least on the same floor, and she handed Dan the spare card for her room, watching him grin as she did. She went in and did her usual unpacking routine - toiletries in the bathroom, her planned clothes for the circuit hanging up neatly, checking the locks worked and the mirrors were real after one too many TikTok’s that terrified her. Her final step was putting her pillow on the bed, the habit Michael had made her pick up after one too many complaints about her awful sleeping habits. It didn’t particularly help, but she did it anyway.

They’d gotten in late, but there was only a one hour time difference. The room service menu looked good, a lamb kofta and lemon tart for dinner. The food arrived not long after she ordered and she settled at the desk to eat.

Three minutes later there was a knock at the door and it opened, Dan coming in with his own plate. A kiss to her head before he sat down with his steak, Em watching as he cut in and smiled at how it was cut.

“You’re a simple boy, eh Dimples?” She asked, enjoying how the first nickname she gave him that drunken night had stuck.

“I’ve got you and a steak, what else could I possibly want Emmy?”

“You know you don’t need to charm me, right?” He held out a forkful of peppers for her, in return she gave him some fries. 

“But if I want to?”

“Then by all means, but don’t expect magic. I didn’t bring anything fancy considering what customs here is like.” The last time she’d brought anything involving what she considered her nice underwear was in 2019 when her luggage had been searched. She wasn’t doing that again.

They ate in mostly silence, Dan leaving only to put his room service cart outside his door and hang the do not disturb sign on it. Once he was back they got ready for bed, another episode of Criminal Minds on TV as they cuddled and got comfy. Em couldn’t tell you what happened, instead lulled to sleep by Dan’s fingers in her hair and a kiss against her forehead every few minutes.

The next few days passed, and she could see the seething rivalry between Red Bull and Mercedes was going to spill over. Thing were tense in the paddock, she’d never felt an atmosphere like it. Her first two years were a party mode, people glad a season was over, relaxing and looking forward to the break. Last year was covid and weird. But this felt strange.

She was sitting having coffee with Britta on Thursday morning before media really kicked off and asked her the magic question.

“Has a final race been like this before? It feels…weird.” The other woman laughed, checking her watch and taking a sip before answering.

“2016. 2012 a little, but we won so I kind of forget it. Things didn’t feel as poisonous then. Everyone knew unless Sebastian didn’t finish he’d probably win, so that was the aim. But 2016 was rough, and we weren’t near Mercedes then. It’s going to be interesting.”

“Definitely.” She wanted to see Dan at the top of the standings, wanted to see him race and race well. But this felt weird. She’d known Max just out of his teens, focused and sure and cocky. Lewis had become a friend. It was weird calling him that, but it was how things were.

Seeing Dan finish out of the points wasn’t great, but it was over and the season was done. The safety car finish that wasn’t a safety car finish, the way it all ended up left a weird taste in her mouth. Em had no loyalty to any team despite the friendships she’d made with people across both of them. Splitting the trophies felt just. But it was still strange. That night they all went to a party held by someone, drinking and dancing. In the rented out room it felt safe to be near Dan, but as soon as they were leaving for the hotel it was that gap between them. Into the provided car and through the lobby and up to her room, Dan stepping in behind her and pinning her against the wall. The sex was fierce and frantic and desperate, both of them putting everything they had into it. Dan rubbing against her, filthy words falling out of his mouth about how she looked, how she felt, how good she was as she begged him for more and more until they were seeing stars and clutched together.

Monday was promo. Em sat at the side of the garage with her iPad, already slotting in dates for the following season. Her earplugs were carefully in her ears as she watched the filming happen, content for the off season between Lando and Dan. It was exhausting, but the season was over. So many flights and hotels and this and that and the other. They’d done the maths and realised they spent more time in hotels than their bedroom during the season. She wanted to go home.

But she didn’t. She didn’t want to be in the cold London apartment alone. She didn’t want to sit on their couch and hit her leg off the coffee table Dan hated. She didn’t want to put his helmet on the shelf alone. They had a ceremony for it, Dan’s arms around her as she slid it into its new home. But their time together was ticking away shorter and shorter and she didn’t want to think about it. So she pulled up the latest apartment listings he’d sent to see if any of them suited. And then frowned when she realised he was looking in his rental bracket, not hers.

“Penny for them?” Blake asked, slipping into the chair across from her. She made herself smile up, hitting the lock button on the iPad and closing the case.

“Not a lot. Looking at apartments, wondering what the hell Danny is thinking of with some of them. I told him my budget.”

“And you know Dan. He wants the perfect place. You two doing ok?”

“There’s no us two, Blake.” Her words were short but she’d had enough of everyone saying they were together.

“Tamothy you’re either being wilfully or deliberately blind. He worships the ground you walk on. You’re moving in together. I live beside you, I hear too much.”

“We’re moving into a two bedroom.” She took a breath before continuing, letting that sink in. “Dan and I are…we are complicated and messy but he is my best friend. He knows me better than anybody else does. And whatever is going on with us is between us. You know I love you, you know you’re my brother, but you have to let this be between us. Ok?” 

She took a sip of the iced tea beside her, stretching out her shoulders and arms the way Michael had instructed her to every half hour she was typing away. Blake looked like he was going to say something but Dan arrived over, grinning and wearing yet another OKX shirt.

“Did you take a look at the listings? I really like the SE1 one, it’s got balcony views over the Thames. If you can view when you’re back we can do the deposit?” He took her bottle and half emptied it, handing it back to Em who took another sip before looking up at him.

“I saw, except it’s five times the budget we said. Dan, seriously.”

“Emmy we can afford it. If we decide to do a budget by income like we should it’s me covering most of the expenses. Have a look at it?” He tried widening his eyes but she was immune from them. Mostly.

“No. We’re looking in the price range you and I set. Then if we can’t find anything that suits we’ll go higher. Understood?” He nodded. “This shoot is only supposed to be another twenty minutes, how’s it going?”

“My part’s nearly done. What’s next?”

“You get a full thirty minutes for lunch if you’re on time. Then it’s a couple of Android ads. I got them to give Blake a Pixel phone and tablet so you can look like you use them all the time instead of being the Apple geek we know you are. Once that’s done it’s a Gulf Oil pre-tape, a couple of holiday messages to record - Christmas, New Years, Lunar New Year because that’s before you’re back from Australia - and then you’re mostly done for the day. Apart from the Pirelli test meeting at five. That’s just going over the tires for tomorrow, the aim, introduce you to how the mule cars will work. That kind of thing.”

“You are my calendar countess, thank you Emmy! Going back to work now, are you both getting lunch then?”

“I’ll drag her from her desk!” Dan grinned at Blake’s response before jogging back. Once he was gone Blake stared at Em with wide eyes. “You drank from your bottle.”

“And?” She waved her hand at the papaya insulated metal bottle she carried with her everywhere. Water usually, but in hotter places it was iced tea with ice cubes carefully prodded through the lid. Everyone regularly in the garages had one.

“You never do that. I saw you nearly slap Michaels hand away for doing it. But you let Dan who was sweaty from being under huge lights all morning drink out of it and you drank out of it straight away.”

“So? It’s not a big deal.” It wasn’t. She was sanitary, that was all. Dan’s tongue was in her mouth most days, it wasn’t a big deal to share a water bottle. She forced Blake’s words out of her mouth as she started planning the 2022 Ric3 release schedule, only interrupted by going for lunch before spending the rest of her day on it. That night she didn’t do her usual day before checkout routine, instead curling up in bed with Dan for a lazy make out session before they went to sleep.

The next morning Em stopped packing and looked up at Daniel, watching him pace around the hotel room that he hadn’t left that morning, needing the extra time with her. He was more anxious than usual before getting in the car.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” She pulled his chin down so he stared at her before getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

“I just wish you were going to be in Perth with us. The kids miss you and want to see you, Mum and Dad keep bugging me that I have to be able to do something to get you in. We could do Melbourne or Sydney and spend it—“

“And you’d spend it away from your family when the entire reason you’re going back to Oz and spending fifteen days in a very small hotel room with Mikey is to see them. It sucks. It completely sucks that we’re going to be apart for two months. It sucks that we’re not spending Christmas together when we’ve spent almost every day of the last two years together. But you need to see them.” She couldn’t help the tears falling at her words, the realisation that she had to spend so much time away from her boys hitting her. They’d been her entire life, but they needed to see the other people who loved them even though she couldn’t go. She and Dan had poured over the regulations but had come to the same conclusion. She wasn’t Australian, she wasn’t married to an Australian, so she couldn’t enter Western Australia. None of Dan’s connections could get the restrictions lifted, even though she’d asked him not to try. He still had because of course he had.

“Emmy, don’t cry.” He sat on the bed and pulled her close, cradling her the same way they’d curl up on a jet together. Mike would be at the door any minute telling him to get his ass downstairs, testing was starting soon, but he didn’t care. She came first.

“I’m sorry. I just…ugh. I want to be there. I miss everyone. I want my big hug from everyone and the reminder to eat up because we don’t settle down in one place enough. I want to spend a day cooking with Grace and Michelle and getting shown the recipes she doesn’t trust you with. It’s just not fucking fair.” Dan’s hand ran through her hair, pushing kisses to her forehead as he soothed her. Seven fucking weeks. Fifty one days. It was the longest they’d spent apart since she’d gone to Barcelona in 2018.

“None of this is fair. I’ll come back to London, we can spend Christmas in the flat and start looking for our new place. I don’t want you alone for it or having to get the train to Liverpool.”

“You’re going to Perth. You already paid the stupid amount of money for hotel quarantine, we both know you don’t have a choice. I’ll be fine.”

She nearly convinced herself as she got off his lap the moment before Mike came into their room, wiping her eyes and picking up her tablet before joining them in the car. Blake had told her to take the day off, but there was already dates for sponsor videos and the next car launch, and some stupid OKX campaign involving Dan as a magician that she thought was ridiculous but she’d seen how much money they were personally paying him so it had to happen. While Dan drove laps around Yas Marina to put the season that had the highest highs and the lowest lows behind them she worked, tapping away at the keyboard with more force than she intended.

“What did the poor machine do to you?” She turned at the American accent, Zak Brown standing behind her looking her up and down. Emmy shook her head and put her press smile on.

“Decided to push more things onto a schedule than there’s hours in the day. What can I do for you, Mr Brown?” The older man’s expression was smarmy and she dreaded what he was about to say.

“We need Daniel to drive tom—“

“No.”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“You want Daniel to drive tomorrow morning instead of doing the full run today. That’s not going to work. He’s booked on a flight to Perth at three in the morning and is booked into his hotel quarantine for when he arrives in Australia. This is non negotiable.” She wasn’t afraid to stand up to Brown anymore, not after the rumour Carmen had slipped her he’d spread.

“Lando can’t drive in the morning, he’s booked on a flight then.”

“I don’t care.” She stared at him, taking a breath before speaking. “Lando’s family is in England and he was able to spend most of 2020 and basically all of 2021 with them. They were able to be at races with him. Dan hasn’t seen his family since April last year apart from FaceTime, and thanks to the season running so late this year he’s already missing Christmas and Boxing Day with them. He’s not delaying seeing them by extra time. Plus, there’s flights to London nearly every hour, Lando can get any one of them. Dan’s flight isn’t changing. Don’t ask again.”

“And if I ask him to?” She hadn’t realised the car had pulled back into the garage, Dan making a beeline for his manager’s assistant and the CEO speaking in harsh whispers at the back of the garage.

“If you ask me to what?” He swallowed part of the protein smoothie Mike had handed him while waiting for Zak to speak.

“I was telling your little assistant here that Lando needs to go back to London tonight to see family, so I need you to do tomorrow morning’s testing session. She told me you wouldn’t do it, but I know you will, right?” Emmy looked at Dan, dreading his response

“I can’t. I’ve organised hotel quarantine with the WA government, I’ve paid for it. If I’m not on that flight then I miss my quarantine spot and there’s no guarantee I’ll get another one. Lando told me yesterday afternoon he was fine about it, he had plans to spend Thursday golfing in Dubai before flying home. If Emmy says something about my schedule then that’s my schedule, she’s the one who keeps all that.”

They were a united front, and she could feel the heat radiating from his sweaty race suit just behind her. Instead of leaning back like she wanted she stayed still to watch Brown take in Dan’s words.

“Ok. We’ll make it work. Dan, Emmy.” He turned to walk away, but Emmy stopped him.

“Mr Brown?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Emma, if you don’t mind. Only certain people call me Emmy, I’d like to keep it that way.”

They watched him walk out of the garage towards hospitality and it took Dan less than five seconds to grab her hand and pull her back to his drivers room.

“Dan?” She asked once he’d closed the door, pushing her against it.

“That was fucking hot. Making sure I get to go? Standing up to him? Not letting him call you the name I gave you? Hot as hell.”

His lips dropped to her neck, tracing the length of the silver chain she always wore until he reached the number three on it. It was her birthday present from 2018, given to her during the summer break. Just weeks after they’d decided to be friends who slept together. 

She hated the word friends. 

“You have to eat. And drive. We can’t right now.”

“At the hotel? I want to say goodbye to you properly. Two months is too long.”

“I know, Babe. I know.”

She pressed open mouthed kisses to his jaw before pushing him slightly, pulling her ipad to her as she perched on the little desk before Mike arrived back. They were the picture of professionalism, apart from Dan’s pinkie running up and down her thigh.

When he was back in the car she had her last meeting with Michael, the two of them running through the final plans for the online platform over the winter, the pre recorded information ready to go.

“You doing ok?” Michael asked and she nodded, trying to smile. “Really?”

“I will be. It’s just gonna be weird spending time without the three of you. Dan and I haven’t been apart since we were all in lockdown.”

“Any news about you and Dan?”

“Gossiping, much?!” She tried laughing, not letting her worries show. “He’s my guy, he’s my best friend. Whatever the media or anyone says doesn’t matter. Danny knows more about me than anyone else.”

“You know we’re on your side.”

There was nothing else she could say to that. Fortunately Dan appeared out of the car, changed but unshowered.

“Winter break, here we come! I’m thinking hotel to nap, and then we can get food before we change and head to the airport? Book the restaurant for eight thirty?” Dan’s curls were wild and he still had the balaclava marks on his cheeks that Em loved to kiss off his face. Instead she stood up, adjusting the bright orange shirt as she picked up the last few things she had.

“Yeah, works for us. Make sure we’re all packed up so we can just grab them and go straight to the airport. Who’s driving? Emmy?”

“Nah, not tonight. I’m too tired, and considering the way things are around here a woman driving a car full of men?” She smiled, Blake and Mike realising the excuse she wasn’t saying.

“I’ll drive. Be fine. Let’s head back.” Blake shepherded them out, everyone saying goodbye to the team they’d worked with for the year. Em checked her watch, eleven hours until she’d have said goodbye to her boys for two months, and she wasn’t ready. 

The drive back to the Hilton was quick. Mike took the passenger seat without asking leaving her and Dan holding hands in the back. When they were in the garage they waved goodbye, everyone going to their room and agreeing to meet later for dinner. Once the door to their room was closed Dan pulled her close, his hands half lifting her as her legs wrapped around his waist when she jumped.

“Dan,” Em groaned, holding onto his shoulders.

“Ive got you baby girl, I’ve got you. I promise I’ve got you.” His lips moved further down her neck as he pulled the team shirt off her body to reveal a new pink bra. “For me?”

“Wanted to look pretty for you, give you something to remember.”

“You say that like I could ever forget you.” 

She was lost in the sensations, both of them shuffling clothing off in a desperate attempt to be closer. Dan’s fingers slid through the matching underwear, long digits brushing through the wet folds.

“Dan I need more. Please?” Her hips bucked up and he laid her on one of the beds in the room, hovering over her.

“I’ve got you, Emmy. I’ve always got you.” Dan’s brown eyes were clear, the depths of emotion starting. She gasped as he entered her fully, filling her to the hilt in that way she knew so, so well. Every single time they slept together it felt right, Dan stretching her perfectly. She rolled her hips and smirked at the groan he let out, taking the hint to move.

Never ask Emmy what he did in those moments, the way he moved and brought her to her first orgasm, and then her second. They were chasing their highs together, lips clashing and his thumb rubbing circles around her clit just above where she was so gloriously full.

“Let me feel you, Emmy. So perfect right like that, let me feel how good you feel.”

“Danny…Danny please babe, just there please.” She couldn’t tell who came first, the two of them hitting their climax at nearly the same time. 

The last thing she wanted was for him to pull out and move, to remind her that their time together was getting shorter and shorter and they’d have to say goodbye soon. Dan seemed the same way, pushing kisses to her chest before being forced to move. Getting cleaned up after sex was easy for them now, but instead he lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom, ignoring Emmy’s complaints.

“Dan! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!! What are you doing?!” She called, trying to wriggle out of his tight grip.

“Bath. If we don’t get one for a while I want a proper one. We don’t have wine, but we can relax for a little while. Please?” She could never say no to his big brown eyes, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

“Sounds perfect.”

The tub in the suite was large enough for both of them, Em leaning back into his arms in the hot water. Every so often she felt Dan push a kiss to her head, smiling at the movement. 

“Are you going home for Christmas?” He asked and she fought but failed to stop her body going stiff. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine. London’s as much home as anywhere else, either there or Monaco or Perth. But no, I’m staying away from Liverpool. I didn’t even get a text asking what I was doing for it this year.” The realisation that she hadn’t gotten anything after her happy birthday text in August hurt a little, but she just relaxed into Dan again.

“I’m sorry. It’s not fair.”

“None of it is, but it’ll be fine. I’ll curl up, take care of Blake’s plants, get your schedule for the start of next year done. Who knows, I might use some of the ridiculous salary you pay me and take a holiday. Chloe said she and Scotty are spending New Years in Switzerland. She doesn’t want me to be lonely.”

“They’re good friends. You should go. Don’t spend it all alone in the flat without me. I might look up some places for us? I’ll find some that are in your price range, I promise.” She leaned back against him to relax before she replied.

“That’s the plan Roomie.” The moving in talk gutted her every time he brought it up. As friends. Friends who slept together and were intimate together and who loved each other so much it hurt to be separated.

“I’ll see what I can find. Somewhere with lots of light and a balcony I think.”

“Sounds perfect.”

She could have fallen asleep there but the alarm she’d set went off, making her stand up as Dan ran his fingers down her legs.

“Emmy…”

“No, Danny. We need to get ready. Once we leave here you know what the rules are.” The stupid unmarried couple UAE rules. The reason she insisted she stood between Blake and Mike for most of the time they were outside, because if she and Danny were beside each other holding hands was the least they usually did.

“You know, right?” His voice was plaintive, Em dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

“I know. I know you do but y’know, right?”

A squeeze of her hand was the only response.

Dinner was fun, the four of them at the table, laughing and joking. The time of year and what was about to happen was strictly off limits for discussion, as was the safety car that had fucked up Dan’s chance of points in the last race. Instead they talked about watching other teams do tyre testing, Kimi’s retirement party that the guest of honour had left after twenty minutes, the way teams had shaped up for the next season. 

“Yeah I’m surprised Haas kept Mazepin, but I guess money talks.” Blake gestured with his fork as he spoke, Em rolling her eyes.

“Just keep him away from me next year, ok? I…yeah. The rumours are bad enough. He creeps me out.”

“Did he do anything?” Dan put his cutlery down and looked at her, Em shaking her head immediately.

“He didn’t get the chance. But he knows exactly where to go to find certain people, he knows what to do. Nothing I can report and say is inappropriate, but enough that I can tell he knows he’s crossing the line. It fucking sucks. And I can’t prove it but he was spreading the worst of the rumours over the summer.” She twirled spaghetti around her fork, eating it before she could say anything else. Spending time with Mick trying to badly teach her German generally meant Mazepin was around and she hated that.

“If anything happens.” An eyebrow raise told her the rest.

“I know what to do.” She took the chance to run her foot along his calf, making sure he could feel how calm she was. She wasn’t ruining the last part of her day with her boys with crap.

The drive to the airport was fine. Two cars had been ordered because of the law that she wasn’t supposed to be in a car with any of the boys, but instead of her slipping into one of the SUVs alone Dan got in opposite her. The driver was discrete and kept quiet, Em and Dan holding hands for the entire drive to Dubai. The hour passed too quickly, and they arrived ready to go in the dark night.

Check in and security was quick, Em picking up a few things in the duty free shopping. Once they were ready the four of them went to the Emirates lounge, settling into a corner. Mike and Blake took the outer seats so she and Dan could be beside each other, a glass of champagne for everyone on the low table between them.

She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing now, the clock past midnight and the realisation she was saying goodbye to them. Her fingers were linked with Dan’s and they were silent, three occasional squeezes the only form of communication between them. She could tell when Blake and Mike noticed what was happening, their nudges between each other. Em held her breath, but then Dan realised what was happening and pulled her in.

“We can’t,” Em gasped out, worried about what would happen if anyone saw.

“I don’t care. Emmy, you need some comfort. This isn’t…fuck. Fuck it all. I’m done. I’m going up and changing my flight, I’m going to London. How the hell am I supposed to leave you like this? I don’t want you to be alone.”

“You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“Danny, you can’t.” She looked up at him and made him stare at her, fixing his gaze with her own. “You haven’t seen your family in more than eighteen months. You’ve got your hotel quarantine ready to go. They’re holding Christmas dinner until you’re out of quarantine and can see them all. You have to go.”

“I don’t want you to be alone.” He squeezed her hand three times but she could see his resolve breaking. 

“I’ll be ok. We’ll FaceTime every couple of days. But look here.” She lit her phone screen, showing him the photo of her, Isaac, and Isabella from Christmas 2019 when the kids were so much smaller and a pandemic was barely a thought. “Those kids are so excited to see their uncle Dan again. You have a full suitcase of presents waiting to be loaded. Grace is dying to hug her boy and she and Joe just want to congratulate you for Monza. You have to go.”

When Dan pulled her into a hug she knew she’d won, and the two of them stayed curled up in a chair like that together. Mike and Blake moved chairs so nobody could see them as a just in case, but Dan held her and Em breathed in his scent deeply. Fifty one days. She could do this. 

“Passengers for Emirates flight EK 420 to Perth, First Class is boarding shortly. Please proceed to the boarding gate for transport to your plane.”

She went to stand at the announcement but Dan didn’t let her go, squeezing her tight. 

“Another minute. Please?”

“Ok.”

They got another three before Blake shook Dan’s shoulder to get them to move. 

“Mate, we have to go. C’mon.”

Em forced an all too fake smile on her face as she hugged her boys, Michael holding her close for a moment. 

“Look after yourself,” she murmured, watching as he nodded seriously. 

“And I’ll look after him for you, Wiggle. I’ll email you those new video ideas and we can see what works?”

“Perfect.”

Hugging Blake was the same, arms wrapped around her as he pushed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Wish you were coming back with us. If we could…”

“It’s not your fault. Blame Australia. Gonna miss you Blakey.”

“Miss you too Ems.”

Dan was the final one to grab her and she didn’t want to let go. He pushed the quickest kiss to her lips as he hugged her, Em wanting to deepen it but knowing she couldn’t. 

“I’ll change to the London flight. I’ll do it now.”

“And then your family will hate me. I’ll see you soon. You know, right?”

“I know. Y’know, right?”

She kissed his cheek before letting go, stepping back to give distance between them all. 

“Go get your flight. I’ll text when I land in London, please let me know when you get into Perth. Good luck with the quarantine.”

She waved as they walked away, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ever since they’d been locked down on the farm she’d spent every single day with at least Dan, if not Blake and Mike right there beside her. But now she was facing fifty one days alone and all Em could do until they announced her flight was cry.

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(Below snippet is a bit of what I was writing when we were doing sprints the other day, it might be a lil messy, it is also a lot more than 9 sentences lol)

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Eddie stares “What is that?” 

Buck picks it up, checking it isn’t broken. “It’s my phone.” He shrugs. Surely Eddie knows he was given a phone. He’s seen Eddie on his own a bunch.

“Your phone?” Eddie snaps. Okay, so maybe he doesn’t know. “Are you serious? You can’t be that dumb.”

Buck is starting to get really pissed off with this guy. “Firstly, fuck you. Secondly, an agent gave me this phone, I assume they wouldn’t do that if it posed any risk?”

Eddie pauses. “An agent gave you that phone? Or Bobby gave you that phone?” 

“Well no.” Buck says “It was some other guy, he worked with Bobby though.”

Eddie suddenly seems to grow an extra few feet, because Buck is sure he’s staring up at the angry sneer directed his way. “He works with Bobby? Any chance you recall Bobby not trusting the people he works with? Kinda the whole reason he asked me to help you?” Eddie snaps. 

Okay, that does make a lot of sense actually, and maybe Buck would have spared it a second thought if the phone hadn’t been so vital to him. It’s the only way he can speak to Maddie. 

Eddie continues before Buck can respond. “You really thought they’d give you a phone? They wouldn’t even trust you out of handcuffs if it didn’t attract more attention than it was worth. 

Buck shoves him. Eddie’s back collides with the car but it doesn’t seem to stop him. “Give me your phone.” 

“No.” Buck snaps, stepping back. 

“No? Do you want to be killed?” Eddie yells, stepping forward.

Buck doesn’t answer. 

Eddie stops a few feet away, hand still outstretched as his face contorts into a grimace. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment and eventually, Buck holds the phone out, staring at it one last time. He might never get to hear Maddie’s voice again. His last string tying them together and Eddie is about to cut it.

He hands Eddie the phone. Silently, Eddie opens the sim tray and pulls it out. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, this time he's quieter, hoarser. “Yeah, this can be tracked.” Buck turns away. He wants to start walking but he’s not sure which way to go. He opens the backseat door and pulls his bag out. “See mine has a ghost chip, that’s why-“

“Whatever,” Buck says, he shoves the gun into the front pocket of his duffle and starts walking in the opposite direction.

“That’s why” Eddie repeats “you can call your sister as much as you want on my phone without any risk.”

-

🥂 They (me) tried to keep the hangover AU down but she's still striving.

-

Eddie and Buck are sitting on a bench outside their wedding venue. Which is overwhelming by itself. Eddie’s got his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Buck's not sure if it’s out of stress from Albert being missing, the bad hangover they're all nursing, exhaustion or the news that he’s married to Buck. 

It’s all four probably. 

Buck can’t sit still, he’s tapping his foot incessantly, twisting the ring on his finger - he should take it off, right? - glancing over at the matching ring on Eddie’s - he hasn’t taken it off, so maybe Buck should leave it on - biting his lip at the sight - Buck doesn’t want to take the ring off, not ever - trying to look away again, failing.

“We’ll get it sorted, Buck,” Eddie grumbles, voice muffled in his palms. 

Eddie’s always comforting, he always knows how to calm Buck down, but just this once, just this once Buck wishes Eddie could have kept that fact to himself, that he could have lied and said something else. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Buck says. He bites his lip again, twists the ring up and then pushes it back down on his finger until it’s tight enough that if he’s lucky, he might not be able to get it off again. He doesn’t need to tell Eddie that he’s got a ring cutter at home. 

[psblooms]

santa doesn’t know you like I do

jake sim x fem reader mini series smau

previous- masterlist - next

SIX

You were in the kitchen when you finally heard the noise of the door unlocking. Jaeyun didn’t really tell you about the thing he wanted to say, you just hoped it was nothing serious. While the tea you were making was being filled in the cups. You heard a sigh from the hall, and you could already imagine Jake getting rid of his thick coat and boots. You didn’t even need to see him to know he was feeling sadness and exhaustion.

Now, the cups were in your hands while you walked into the living room and the figure of jake sitting on the couch with his hands covering his face made you walk faster and sit right next to him after putting the warm cups on the coffee table. “What’s going on yun?” You whispered while rubbing your hand through his back. Another sigh left his mouth and he left himself falling against his shoulder. "I just feel so dumb". His voice sounded really worn out, and you just couldn't understand where this feeling was coming from. 

"Talk to me please, can I help you?" you told him while trying to get his hands in yours and out of his face. "I'm not going to keep seeing Minjeong" This time jake finally looked at you with sad-looking eyes. “Why is that? I thought you guys were doing great" those words were the only thing you could think off, you were curious to say the least. "I thought so too, but she said she didn't want anything serious at the moment and that we could only keep seeing each other if we were sure there would not be any feelings in the way..." he scoffed "which clearly couldn't happen because I already liked her, and she knew that" he still looked like he had more to say, so you just stayed there in silence "it's just that, if she had told me that since the beginning I don't think I would’ve agreed to see her and I would’ve saved everything that's going on right now".

"And do you regret it?" you said quietly, “I think so? At the start, she told me she was looking for someone to have fun with. I just wish I'd asked her what she meant by that" He said, matching your tone while still holding your hand, silence engulfed both of you while you were thinking of the right thing to say. "Yunie, you can't do that, I know you and I know you liked her and I think part of you always knew what she was looking for. You cannot put all the blame on her because she had told you what she expected by hanging out with you" "I just thought that I could change her mind" he said in a sigh, "and did you?", you asked him in the softest voice you could and felt him shake his head no; the hand that wasn't on his found home in his hair and as you played with it, you said "you must’ve liked her a lot Yun, but you can't always expect people to reciprocate the same feelings as you". 

"It's just that look at me ynie! I'm a total catch, don't you think? How could she not want to date me?" he said with a mix of comedy in him to try to bring up his mood, and that made you giggle "some people just don't want to face the commitment of a relationship at this point of their life, and I think you have to remember that for your next relationships" you said as you finally let go of him and gave him a small smile. 

"And do you?" he questioned while laying his back on the couch. "I what?" " You know, do you want a serious relationship?”; he asked a lot more. relaxed than a few moments ago. "I haven't really thought about it" (lies) “I think so? It's not like im seeing someone to know if I want a serious thing" you laughed and tried not to make a big deal of it in hopes he didn't see the nervousness you felt with that question. 

As if there was a divine call, your phone rang from the kitchen, which made you stand up and look for it. Texts and a call from Heeseung covered your screen, and it made you remember that you had to be out of your place 5 minutes ago to meet with him for your project. It relieved you when you read that he was running late and asked to meet you 30 minutes later, but you were wondering if it was alright to cancel him, you wanted to stay with jake, but this project was important, and heeseung was leaving to his hometown soon, so it would be difficult to reschedule; while you were thinking about it, you heard jake calling out your name and with your phone in your pocket you met him again in the living room. 

"How do you want to deal with your feelings, yun? Should we watch a movie and order take out? Or we can make some food and grab some drinks? What's on your mind?" you asked him trying to ignore the sound your phone notifications was making, "what's going on ynie?" he asked as neither of you could ignore the noise any further "sorry, its just that I had to meet a friend for a project and I forgot; but don't worry I can cancel it and spend the day with you" you said finally while picking up your phone to tell heeseung "no, no, don't worry, I can stay here while you go do your project, its important and don't worry I´m not that sad" he told you while standing up to grab your shoulders and push you to your room, "bu-" "no buts' missy, go get ready we can order dinner when you get back" he interrupted you "okay, but I´m calling hoon to see if he can keep you company, okay?" you told him looking for an agreement "I´m not a kid yn" "I know you aren't but I don't want you sad and alone, that's depressing" you finished while both of you giggled a little bit, with that silent acceptance you texted sunghoon and got changed to leave the place; after some minutes you said your goodbyes to jake and left as fast as you could, so you could just finish the damn project and you could go back to spending time with him.

note: another late update, it’s just that it’s my first written chapter and it honestly makes me really nervous

taglist: OPEN (@ghostiiess, @02zluvbot, @greenmilkyee, @addictedtohobi)

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 14

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Carrying on from last chapter, Samir has a voice in his head now that he's a werewolf. When it "speaks" to him, it will be in italics. When he answers back, just in his head, it will be bold.

Samir and Reece sit down to breakfast and Samir can tell Reece is agitated.

Samir: It’s exam day right

Reece: *anxiously* Yep, exam day

Samir: Blondie it’ll be fine. You’ve practiced on the past years exams and you’ve studied hard

Reece: I know it’s just… it feels like a lot of pressure all of a sudden

Samir: You can do it. But ah… you do have a mini goatee going on

Reece: Damn! I knew I forgot something

Reece rushes to clean up breakfast so he can have a shave before the exam while Samir heads outside.

One of their wind turbines has broken again and the dew collector has sprung a leak. He’s busy tinkering when Reece has to leave.

Reece: Wish me luck?

Samir: You don’t need it, but if it means a lot then good luck

Samir is cleaning up the mess from repairing when he feels the need to shift.

Finally, my time to shine. Does it have to be right now? Yeah, I want to stretch. Fine, but when Reece gets back I want to go for a human run. So what are we doing? Fighting? Scaring? Searching for artifacts. You insist on being boring. l want to hunt deer. I don't, not right now. Well I do, let's go get them!

When Reece gets back Samir is still wolfed out. Settling himself on the couch he flicks on the fireplace channel and calls his sisters to catch up with their news. He gives his mum a call and she tells him his dad was fine with the news that Samir was a werewolf.

Alright, I want to go for a human run now, time to let me shift. Since we got to hunt a deer, fine. Thank you.

Taking deep breaths Samir brings himself out of the rampage and returns to normal.

The sun is shining when he and Reece head out for their run and it makes the snow sparkle.

Samir: How was the exam

Reece: I think I passed at least

Samir: Was it different from what you studied

Reece: No it was pretty similar to the previous ones, and I didn’t get any curveball questions

The two continue chatting as they run and make it home in record time.

Reece: Can we play football

Samir: Just the two of us?

Reece: Well practice then, I’m feeling nostalgic

Samir: As you wish. Just don’t hit me in the head this time

They pass the ball back and forth, recounting all the football drama in their high school years. They hadn’t got together until just before Samir finished high school so there were many moments that they discovered both were pining during. Samir puts the ball down and walks over to kiss Reece on the forehead.

Reece: What was that for?

Samir: All the times I didn’t do it in high school when I should have

Reece blushes and Samir lifts him up as if he weighs no more than a pillow. He holds him close and kisses him again.

Reece: *softly* You know what I miss about high school

Samir: Don’t tell me… let me try hear… I’m getting… *chuckles* pictures?

Reece: Correct! Now we live together you don’t send me steamy pictures anymore

Samir: Why would you need pictures when you have actual me

He bends down lowering Reece to the ground and makes sure his partner has his footing before letting go.

Reece: It would be a nice gesture

Samir: I’ll think about it. Maybe I'll take some next time we go for a spin and send you those

The pair get changed then walk hand in hand to the rec centre. Reece goes in but Samir has noticed someone outside. It’s his adopted mum wandering around looking lost.

Samir: Mama?

Yesenia: Oh there you are! This place may be small but you know me, could get lost in my own house

Samir: Hmm

Yesenia: Now listen, I’m going to say something you won’t like but we have to do

Samir sighs. His mother is a great talker, him, not so much. Normally when she says that it means she has a plan that will involve him having to talk to people he doesn’t know. He’s never been able to argue with her though so he steals himself for her latest plan.

Yesenia: I know you and Kawikani are mad I went and eloped so he, Erich and I are coming around for dinner

Samir: *huffs*

Yesenia: Now it will be fine. He wants to meet you! And your- free spirited boyfriend. Now I do want to tell him you’re a werewolf if I may

Samir: Mama? *huffs* fine

Yesenia: That’s my boy. Now we’ll see you at 6 and try to manage a smile. The rest of us know your good heart, give my new husband a chance to see it okay?

Inside Reece hosts another guided meditation. Deanna has come to visit for it, and it appears Devin’s co-star and the York’s neighbour Connor has decided to pick a secluded spot to get his workout and relaxation in today. The other woman? Reece has seen her here and there when he and Samir run. She’s normally by a pretty run down trailer and bonfire.

After the session finishes, she comes over to see Reece and strikes up a conversation. He gets the weird feeling she’s digging for details.

Maddi: Have you talked to Kristopher much?

Reece: We’ve had him for dinner but my partner has been talking to him more

Maddi: Just… There’s more than one school of thought out here

Reece: Excuse me?

Maddi: If your partner ever feels like the collective isn’t serving his needs, get him to come see me

Then she disappears before Reece can tell her that Samir hasn’t joined the collective...

Reece tells Samir about the woman at the rec centre and he agrees it sounds odd but he has bigger problems right now. Namely his new step-dad Erich. He’s sure his adopted mum would have told him if Erich was a vegetarian so he prepares a Beef Wellington for the humans. He and Reece agree it will be best for Samir to just eat his raw meat or he’ll get even more tense. Dinner is all laid out when Erich, Yesenia and Samir’s adopted brother Kawikani arrive.

Reece: It’s nice to see you again Yesenia

Yesenia: Reece. Still youthful as ever

Samir starts to tense. His mother has a habit of thinking Reece is immature no matter what he says to her.

Samir: He’s 21

Well, he’d be 21 tomorrow, close enough.

Kawikani: How is university going

Reece: Pretty good, just had my first term finish up

Yesenia: Reece is studying biology dear

Erich: Oh yes. To what end?

Samir: Ranger? Doctor

Reece: Maybe doctor. We’re still talking about future paths. I’d love to be a park ranger if a spot opened up here

Samir: You?

Erich: Pardon

Kawikani: My brother means what keeps you busy? I’m fluent in Samir speak from growing up and talking to teachers for him

Erich: Right, Yesenia told me you prefer not to talk to strangers. Let’s not be strangers

Dinner continues and Erich tells them a little of his past life. Yesenia has filled him in on a lot of Samir and Kawikani’s past but the pair fill in some blanks. Erich is also curious about Reece’s life, and clearly doesn’t share his wife’s opinion that he is immature. All in all, it’s a successful dinner, and everyone leaves happy.

With their guests gone Reece and Samir retreat to their room for some adult fun, and one or two pictures Samir keeps to send Reece later. When they’re finished Samir crawls up to Reece’s shoulder and snuggles around him to keep his fated mate warm. Outside the snow has begun to fall heavily again but all is still and peaceful inside as the pair fall asleep and their breathing syncs up.

Previous ... Next (Knightstone)

[jowrites]

Sink into my Ocean - Sunghoon x YN x Jake

Park Sunghoon x Childhood BFF! Reader x Jake Sim

TW: angst, sadness, heartbreak

Sunghoon sat there on the beach, the waves crashing and being boisterous with rage. The sky above him was turning gray and he could see the massive storm out in the distance. The wind was picking up around him, causing goosebumps to form on his skin from the chill. As angry as the water looked, it looked welcoming as if inviting for anyone to come and taste its strength. He wasn’t dumb, as tempting as the waters were and his inner turmoil was, he’s already died enough inside. He had to be here for her.

Since Sunghoon could remember, she has always been in his life. There was never a time where he didn't have her in his memories. From the moment he went to school, stepped foot on that sand she was right there always holding out a hand, defending him in every way possible. His best friend for life. And they were best friends for life, going through every moment together from the awkward stages of elementary school, to the first failures of tests, to the awkward stages of puberty, changing of their own bodies and becoming aware of feelings and emotions.. They’ve been through it all together.

Now, in their 20s, they’re growing more. She’s now about to get married. It bothered him, this marriage. His heart was breaking at the thought of it all. He felt like he was dying. 

When he introduced Jake to her, he immediately saw they hit it off. Of course, at the time he was thrilled. His very good friend becoming close and bonding with his best friend, it was everything he wanted. As time went on and she skipped out on movie nights to be with him, or when Jake would slip out at lunch and meetings to talk to her, he knew he lost. The world he once loved and cherished, held close and never wanted to let go, was slipping from his fingers right in front of him and he only had himself to blame. 

When they announced their relationship, Sunghoon put on a fake smile and congratulated them. His two favorite people being in love with each other, What more could he want? Everything was perfect. He would steal glances, silent longing that nobody noticed. He would watch as they held hands and feel his stomach cry in envy. Why couldn’t that have been him?

When they announced their marriage he went home and drank himself all night until he threw up. Throwing up the contents of poison and jealousy. His heart was breaking and he only had himself to blame. It was too late. He caused this. He had no right to be sad or jealous, but why was that all he felt? He was so good at hiding it and would meet them with smiles and happiness spread across his face. He was happy for them, of course. How could he not be? This was perfect. Perfect for them. 

When he went dress shopping with her and saw her in that first dress, a tear slipped from his eye. She immediately noticed and stepped down to hold her friend. He just cried.

“You’re so beautiful, it’s going to be perfect.”

She comforted her best friend, kissing his temple and tearing up herself.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, will you walk me down the aisle?”

And now, he sits here at the beach all alone and wishing he was brave enough to stop this. He knew he couldn’t be selfish, he had to let it go. He grabbed his phone and clicked on the contact he’s been needing to talk to for a while. The one he’s been holding off because he’s a coward. He doesn’t want to be a coward anymore, he wants to be happy. The tears in his eyes came then, his nose red from all his crying. The aching in his chest never getting better, but he needed to let it go. For their sake, for his sake. 

“Hello? Sung?” Jake said on the other line.

“Hey,” Sunghoon said. 

“Hey…are you okay? You sound like you have a cold,” Jake said.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be okay,” Sunghoon said, wiping some of the tears from his eyes. “I have to tell you something.”

“Okay, what is it? Do you want me to meet you?” Jake asked.

“No, no, the phone is fine. I don’t think I have the guts to face you,” Sunghoon said. 

“Oh,” Jake said. “You’re scaring me.”

“Yeah, I scare myself too, sometimes,” Sunghoon said. “You know when we met? And I told you about my best friend?” “Yeah,” Jake said. 

“You and YN mean a lot to me,” Sunghoon said. “But Jake, I’ve had feelings for you since we’ve met. I’ve been in love with you. Now, don’t say anything. I know it’s not reciprocated, but I needed you to know. I love you.”

“I…I really had no idea, Sunghoon,” Jake said.

“I know, how could you? All these years and I masked it pretty well,” Sunghoon teased. “I had to let you know, mostly for myself. And I’m so happy for you and her. My two favorite people fell in love and are getting married. This is amazing, a dream come true. I’m jealous and sad, but I will be okay.”

“I'm sorry,” Jake said, sincerity in his voice. 

“Don’t be, this is my issue and mine alone. I’ll get over it and move on eventually, I just needed this closure for myself,” Sunghoon said. 

“I hope you can find your happiness someday, and if you need to distance yourself a bit, I understand. But I’m here for you,” Jake said.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. YN asked me to walk her down the aisle and so I will, and I’ll be right there cheering you both on. Your love is inspiring, and thank you for loving her. She deserves you,” Sunghoon said.

“Thanks, and thank you for telling me. You’re the best, Sunghoon. I love you too, a lot in my own way, you know?”Sunghoon cried. He leaned back, letting his back hit the sand as he closed his eyes and just let himself cry. He knew he would get over this eventually, but for now he just let himself sink into his ocean; the ocean that has been his own sanctuary all these years. The ocean that swallowed him whole and suffocated him with no hope of ever giving him a way out. The ocean he planned to leave here today, and never look back. He’d find his solace and move on, he needed to do that for them but mostly himself. He was not going to drown in this sea of sadness any longer. He was going to be happy.

[sunjakes]

make a wish ; sim jaeyun

pairing: jake x gn!reader (feat. everyone else) genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff (also borderline suggestive?) warnings: intentional lowercase, established relationship, mentions of food and drinking alchohol, jake gets tipsy and a little handsy, allusions to suggestive content, not proofread word count: 1.5k a/n: happy new year! the mental image of jake being a giggly, touchy drunk makes me v happy and i felt the need to share this with y'all :>

you were elated when your boyfriend invited you to spend new years eve with him and his members. you had been dating for a while, and you considered yourself to be friends with the others, but you didn't get the chance to spend much time with them due to their constantly hectic schedules.

before you could even lift your hand to knock on the door to their dorms, it swings open and you see jake in front of you. the brightest smile appears on his face, and he instantly pulls you into a tight hug. gently rocking you two back and forth for a few moments, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling away, keeping his hands resting on your arms.

"i'm so glad you were able to make it, angel."

the way he gazes at you never fails to tinge your cheeks with a shade of pink. you smile in response, your hands laid against his chest. you two get lost in each other's eyes for a moment, not even feeling the need to say a single thing. you both simultaneously lean into each other, but a shouting voice stops you before your lips can touch.

"jake, just bring y/n in!! you're letting all the warm air out.."

the sudden complaint from jay startles you both, and jake sheepishly pulls away, taking a step back inside as he holds his hand out towards you. you take it, and he intertwines your fingers as he leads you into the dorm, shutting the door behind you. as you walk towards the main room, you smile again as you take in the way the boys decorated for their little celebration.

the decorated tree is still up from their christmas celebration the week prior, but there's now metallic streamers and balloons littered around the space. faint music is playing from a speaker by the couch, and there's various drinks and soda cans sitting on the table in the middle.

a chorus of your name being called out brings your attention to the six boys boys hovering throughout the kitchen and dining area, not so patiently waiting for jay to finish cooking. despite you and jake being hand in hand, heeseung makes his way over to you, bringing you into a gentle side hug. sunghoon gives you a welcoming nod, jungwon and sunoo smile at you brightly, and niki comes over to playfully mess up your hair. laughing at everyone's antics, you attempt to return your hair to its original resting position.

"we're really happy you were able to come over!"

jay pauses from cutting up various vegetables, turning around to look at you with a smile. you nod in a wordless response, and he goes back to cooking just as quickly as he had turned towards you. feeling jake's arm gently wrap its way around your waist in a back hug, you lean back against him and focus on the lively and family-like energy radiating throughout the house.

"y/n, come over here! let's play mario kart!!"

you turn your head to see niki in front of the television, holding up a game controller. you look back at jake and he faintly nods, letting you go. you press a kiss to his cheek before heading over to niki, grabbing one of the controllers from his hand with a smirk.

"oh, it's on, nishimura."

it feels like hours pass where you and niki sit on the floor, games being won in tandem by both you and the younger. jake stays seated on the couch behind you both, one hand gently making its way through your hair. as soon as jay calls out that the food was ready, niki pauses the game and shoots up from his spot on the floor, practically sprinting towards the kitchen. you and jake look at each other with a chuckle, his fingers intertwining with yours as you head to the table to go eat.

all of the members had their own unique excitedness about the upcoming year, and hearing them talk about their different hopes and plans filled you with a joy you swear you've never felt before. looking over, jake senses your change in demeanor and gently squeezes your knee from under the table. he gives you a loving smile when you look over at him, and you can't help but match his expression. after everyone finishes eating, insanity ensues as jake and his bandmates play a seven-way game of rock paper scissors to decide who's in charge of washing the dishes.

despite jake claiming himself to be a master of rock paper scissors, he ends up losing, much to everyone's delight. you decide to tag along and help him even though you didn't actually play with them, finding it the perfect opportunity to spend more time with your boyfriend. however, you only seemed to serve as a distraction now that jake had drank a couple glasses of wine with you, heeseung, jay, and sunghoon during dinner.

the two of you had managed to finish about a third of the dishes sitting in the sink before you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, jake's lips placing feathery kisses along the nape of your neck and your shoulders. a shuddery breath leaves your lips, trying your hardest not to let his affection get to you in the moment.

"jake, what are you doing...? we aren't even halfway through the dishes yet.."

you question him in a whisper, not confident enough to speak any louder. without saying a single word, jake just continues to leave wet kisses along your shoulders and up to your neck, using just enough pressure to take your breath away but not enough to leave any deeply colored marks against your skin. you habitually lean back against his chest, completely giving in to his actions. jake decides to pull away from you after playfully tugging your earlobe between his teeth, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes a step back.

"i couldn't help myself, angel, you just look too beautiful like this~"

you could tell that jake wasn't sober by the lilt in his voice and the sudden boldness. typically, you wouldn't be against the attention he's giving you, but you had this underlying worry of any of the members walking into the kitchen to see you and jake in this position. you turn around to see a playful smile on his face, a quiet giggle leaving his lips as you step back towards him again. you press a chaste kiss to the side of his lips, and his hands instinctively make their way back to resting on your hips. placing your hands against his clothed stomach, you gently fiddle with the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. leaning in for another kiss, he whines softly when you pull away, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

"how about this waits until after the party, babe? then we can celebrate the new year however you want to~"

jake nods his head feverishly at your proposition, and you have to hold back a laugh at how quickly his guard had dropped. with a gentle tug to his shirt, you two go back to washing the dishes. the timing seems to work out perfectly as you and jake hear your names being called from the living room as you dry off the last plate.

"guys, hurry up, the countdown is starting soon!"

with an arm wrapped around your waist, you and jake make your way out to the main room. there was no space on the couch with how the members squeezed themselves together, so you two decided to stand behind them all, jake wrapping both of his arms around your middle. leaning back against his chest, you smile at the growing excited chatter from the boys in front of you as the clock slowly grows closer to hitting midnight.

as the countdown reaches 30 seconds, jake presses a gentle kiss to your temple and you decide to turn around in his arms, placing your hands against his chest like you had when you first arrived to the dorm. smiling down at you, jake leans closer to you, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his nose brush against yours.

"make a wish, my love~"

the moment the clock strikes midnight, you hear the members in front of you cheering as jake's lips press against yours. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as you can manage. people outside were lighting off small fireworks, the flashes of color through the window only adding to the atmosphere. pulling away, you and jake had matching bright smiles on your faces. you rest your head against his shoulder, watching how jake's teammates all high five each other as the eight of you ring in a new year.

pressing a kiss to your hairline to get your attention, jake looks down at you with a playful grin. you cock your head to the side in feigned confusion, despite knowing exacty what words were about to leave his lips as he leans down to whisper in your ear with another soft giggle, causing you to roll your eyes.

"so, how about we head back to your place soon and have our own celebration? we can start crossing off our new year's resolutions~"

[caramelstarlight]

You may not see me, but I’ll always trek the same path. Promise.

Tighnari x blind reader :D

Had no idea what to do with this. Also I’m going to a birthday party I’m so sorry if I don’t see any inbox requests-! 😭🤚 (dw Zamadness I see yours) ✅/⭐️

tried to make it slightly comfort but mostly fluff oh him just helping. Am tired of Tighnari not coming home. *cries*

Reader was blind for a few years. Still clumsy tho. (It’s like Layla where she can’t see her well-rested side and only tired. 2 different people helping another. In this case your the one who needs help and Tighnari always delivers.)

Story under cut / Drabble idk.

He stayed silent as he watched you clumsily come in with a walking stick. His tail flicked with his ears. Trying to figure out where you were going.

“Y/N, where are you trying to go-?” He’d ask as he went back to his writing. His ears perked up waiting for an answer.

“Sorry Tighnari… I’m still so confused and clumsy after these years. I was trying to go to the couch actually.” Using your walking stick to point near the ground. Trying to hopefully hit one of its legs.

“I’ll help you with that.” He’d say grabbing your hand as he told you to sit. His hand lingered for a few moments like his gaze did. If you could see he would absolutely be flustered.

“Do you need anything before I go back to my research? I can get collei to help you.” Tighnari told you as he caressed your hand with his thumb and a soft voice. His tail wagged slowly as he waited.

“I don’t think I need anything yet besides getting more used to this. It’s so tricky to navigate without eyes anymore.” You slightly complained to him.

“Yes it’s unfortunate that blindness cannot be reversed and only if it’s minor ones. Your body thinks your eyes were threats and dealt with them. The body doesn’t know your eyes are apart of it.” He’d tell you.

He pulled you into a hug comforting you silently as he wrapped his tail around you. “But you’ll always know where you’re going with me. You’re safe here.” You stayed silent with a slight unknown blush on your face as he held you.

His head pulled away as he saw your slight blush. Giving you a kiss on the forehead before getting up and back towards the desk. Slightly wishing to put it on hold to just well. Hold you. But his research needed to be completed.

Although it could be impossible, he would at least try. He looked at the concotion he made reading the information he has gathered from testing. Trying to cure you of you being blind. Hoping one day you’d see him for the first time in years since the akademiya and love him back with his looks as well. The same adoration he has for you in his eyes.

Collei came into the room and sat next to Y/N. Giving them Cuilien-Anbae as you realized who it was. “Oh! Hey collei.” You’d perk up in spirits and stopped thinking about your blindness. “Hey Y/N! I made a flower crown for you. I chose your favorites. Stay still!” She stated as she placed it on your head, adjusting it to fit perfectly without it falling apart or coming off.

“I think that’ll work.” She stated as she chatted with you. Tighnari listened slightly as he finished his work for the day. Wondering if the potion would work and make you able to see again.

He’d sit next to you on the couch with collei listening to her ramble about things.

(Didn’t know how to end this aughh) take pic of this dating sim vid with Tighnari)

[the-redbaroness]

Bill Williamson- Cuddles (chubby character)

Sitting by the lake, I frown and throw a rock in. “Stupid Micah.” I growl as I feel tears well up. I throw another rock in and another, until I’m out of rocks. Groaning, I slump towards the camp fire and sit down in front of the fire. Watching the flames, I get caught up in my thoughts, when I’m picked up and set down on someone’s lap. Wiggling around, I hear Bill’s voice whisper, “Shh…. settle down now. You’re tired and throwing a fit. Now why don’t you just rest.” he says and leans back against the chair. I look up at him and he stares down at me. “Why do you care?” I ask and look up at him angrily. He growls and stares down at me, “If you’re going to act like that, I’ll pull up that skirt and spank your ass.” he grunts and I stick out my tongue. He stands up and walks towards my tent. I look up at him and he sighs holding me close to him. He sits down on my cot and strokes my back softly. “Now you want to tell me, why you’re acting like a brat?” he asks and I shake my head. He sighs and rubs my back, “I-it’ll make you feel better.” he says and I feel tears well up. Burying my face into his shirt, I cry my eyes out as he rubs my back and whispers soothing things into my ear. Leaning back, he wipes my tears and says, “Want to talk now?” I nod my head and say, “ Micah… Micah called me names. Mean names and said that-that I would never get to have someone love me b-because I’m too fat.” I stutter out as tears begin to threaten to spill again. He growls and strokes my cheek softly, “Now you don’t mind a damn thing that idiot says. Why, he wishes he could have a woman half the woman you are.” He says and holds my chin, so that I’m looking into his eyes. “Got it?” he asks and I nod my head. He sighs and holds me against him tighter. “He’s an idiot, Martha. An absolute idiot.” he says and lays down flat while holding me close to him and rubbing my back gently. “Thank you.” I whisper and he presses a kiss against my hair. “Shh… go to sleep now. I’ll deal with Micah tomorrow.” he says and I close my eyes, falling asleep. Waking up to the bed dipping, I whine and quiet down when I feel Bill’s hand stroke my hair softly. “Shh it’s okay. I’m here.” he whispers and I turn in his arms and cuddle into his chest happily. He sighs and I feel his body relax. “Let’s sleep for a little bit more, hm? Before Dutch calls for me and Miss Grimshaw for you.” I nod my head and we fall asleep together peacefully. Waking to a scream, I sit up fast and hear Bill chuckle next to me. “Its alright.” he whispers and sits up, rubbing my back. I realize that it’s Micah’s scream and get out of the bed and open the tent to see Micah waddling around with horse crap on him. I giggle and turn towards Bill as he walks out. He winks at me and walks away towards Dutch. “Miss Sims.” Miss Grimshaw calls and I look away from Bill and carry on with my day, happily remembering being in Bill’s arms

[33max]

angsty prompt: daniel is acting differently (because he's depressed) but max assumes he's unhappy in the relationship

703 words

“Max, just… leave it alone,” Daniel says, shrugging Max’s hand off of his shoulder and walking away from him.

Alright. Message received, Max thinks. It’s hard not to be hurt by Daniel turning away again, it happens every time Max tries to have this conversation with him. The conversation is long overdue now, they need to talk about their relationship before it burns out into a stagnant friendship.

Max sometimes wonders if he’s holding onto something that is already gone, has already slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

The thing is, how is Max supposed to know they are okay if Daniel doesn’t reassure him? It’s not like Max is getting the reassurance from Daniel in other ways. He doesn’t shower him in affection anymore, doesn’t really even talk to Max unless it’s sharp words and irritated sighs.

It’s just Max though. Daniel seems absolutely fine around their friends, around everyone in the paddock, happy even. Chats like he hasn’t spent the whole morning in bed pretending Max doesn’t even exist.

It hurts. It hurts a lot. Sometimes he tells Daniel he’s going on the sim and then he sits there for hours, head in his hands wondering what the fuck he could have done differently. How he could have changed the course of their relationship and been everything that Daniel wanted.

It’s late when Max crawls into bed, Daniel is already asleep, probably has been for hours. Max curls up behind him, wraps an arm around his middle and holds him. It’s everything, Daniel is everything, he can’t believe he’s losing this. Daniel has been everything he’s wanted since he was eighteen years old.

It feels like he can’t catch his breath. Overwhelmed. Daniel still smells just like Daniel, it’s comforting but it also breaks Max’s heart that he hasn’t been this close to Daniel in a while. Hasn’t been able to bury his face in Daniel’s neck and breathe him in.

He holds back tears as he presses a kiss to the back of Daniel’s neck, Daniel’s curls tickling his forehead.

“I still love you so much,” Max whispers, so gently. “I love you so much that I’ll leave if it’ll make you happier.”

He feels Daniel tense in his arms and Max cringes. Daniel won’t want to talk to him about this. Daniel won’t want to be this close.

“Sorry,” He says, wiping his eyes and shuffling back over to his side of the bed. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.”

Slowly, Daniel rolls over to face him and Max can only make out his silhouette against the bedsheets. He wishes he could see Daniel’s face, but he’s also glad that Daniel can’t see his.

“Max…” Daniel starts, taking a long pause and a deep breath before continuing. “I… it’s not you.”

“Danny it’s okay, you don’t need to do the whole it’s not you, it’s me thing. Just give it to me straight, yeah?” He can’t disguise the sob that escapes him while he says it.

“No, baby…” Daniel says, and then he’s shuffling over onto Max’s side, taking Max into his arms. It’s… god, it’s so good to feel Daniel’s arms around him again, even if Dan is about to break his heart.

“It’s not you. I promise it’s not you, god, Max.” Daniel continues, pressing soft kisses all over Max’s wet face. “It’s everything else, yeah?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t have to put on an act around you. I’m so exhausted pasting a smile on my face all the time, I just… I’m tired. I know I’ve been a cunt and I’m sorry it’s come across like I don’t want to be with you. I do.” Daniel promises.

It feels like there is still something he’s not saying, like he’s still keeping things from Max.

“Why are you putting on an act at all?” Max asks, it’s hard to understand, he would never be any one other than himself.

“Nobody wants to see the ugly parts right?” Daniel laughs, but it’s hollow, not funny.

They’ll talk about it more, they need to fix what has broken between them, but Max thinks I love the ugly parts of you, I love all of you.

[yeeunjia]

Enha reacting to you surprise visiting them, like you both were very full and didn't have enough time to see each other and you surprise visit them, hopefully that makes sense lololol

▬▬ [ENHYPEN] reaction to you giving them a surprise visit  !

idol!enha x idol!gn!reader

▬▬  enha masterlist, here. i write for both kpop and genshin! for feedbacks or requests send them here! (●'◡'●) feedbacks, reblogs, follows, or likes are appreciated!

▬▬  warnings : none. ————————————————————————— lee heeseung 이희승 :  - both groups were both busy as enhypen were working on their new comeback while you were working on your first solo, so it was no surprise that you both barely had time for each other. anyway, heeseung asked you if you could attend their concert, you’re his significant other so of course he wanted you to come ╥﹏╥ but, unfortunately, you told him that you couldn’t. or was that really the truth?  - despite the big crowd, heeseung was still able to recognize you!! （*＾ワ＾*） he almost froze. tons of ‘ what? when? how? ‘ questions flooding his mind. he’s also so confused but still, he’s really glad that you’re here. sees you in a room backstage afterwards. you were sitting on a couch and he doesn’t hesitate to give you kisses right away as he snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, leaving little pecks there too!! (〃 ω 〃)  park jongseong  박종성 :  - your groups are both incredibly well known. it was natural for your schedules to be packed. your group had to go abroad for a bunch of sponsorships leaving you and jay needing to be in a long distance relationship. you didn’t tell him about how you were flying back a week before an award show and oh boy, the things you planned for this man. he misses you so badly and you did too, so of course, you wanted this surprise to be on point.  - it was quite a struggle, you had to stay in a hotel near their dorms too, after all. you’d often see enhypen strolling around and you often try your best to hide (*°ヮ° *) back to the main topic, in the award show, jay’s expression really said  “ ( ^ - ^ ) ....  (°ヘ°) .... (〃‿〃) “  idc, he literally wanted to go to you right away. plus, it was quite a coincidence when you were assigned to sit beside him! he’d try his best to hold you hand and not make it obvious. he misses you so just let him be!! sim jaeyun  심재윤 :  - he knew how your company expected for than 3 comebacks from your group. you’re the leader so you had to focus more on it and i feel like jake would try his best not to bother you. it’s a huge challenge for him but he still tries. he still wants you to focus on your career, after all! sends you little messages like “hi, babyyy!! i miss you :(( goodluck on filming the mv! fighting!” or “(y/n)!! i just saw the choreography and i love it! teach me it when you’re not busy? i love you! ” plus, this cutie literally tells layla how much he misses you!!  - he was too pure. and of course you missed him too! you asked their staffs or manager if it was alright for you group to collaborate with enhypen for an episode of en o’clock !! they admire your relationship too so of course they agreed and decided to make it a surprise! (˶◕‿◕˶✿) while filming, jake’s eyes lit up in excitement when the staffs announced that another group would be joining in. instantly gives you a hug when you walk in, making your members and a few staffs trying not to squeal!! he’d be glued to you afterwards and won’t stop telling you how much he missed you.ヾ（＾ヮ＾)ﾉ  park sunghoon  박성훈 :  - enhypen and your group has this little habit of having little get togethers or parties after filming or after an award show! you haven’t joined in for quite a while due to the fact that you had to be the choreographer for their next comeback. it made them a bit upset, but they understood. there were times wherein hoon would whisper how he wished you were with them to himself.  - you finally got the job done and told jake about how you wanted to surprise hoon. and everything went perfect! even so, i’m sorry but his death probably flashes before his eyes for a second when you suddenly sat beside him ರ ~ ರ .. his extrovert side comes out when he’s finally able to process everything, though! he won’t admit it but he’s awfully glad that you can finally spend time with him again!! gets all blushy too but even dares to deny it.  yang jungwon  양정원 :  - you couldn’t spend much time with him as you used to ask you just got chosen as a new mc for music bank! he understood and just like jake, he’d try his best not to bother you. though he isn’t use to the fact that no one would be there to try to make him laugh with cheesy jokes. he honestly missed you and your touch. and you did too!! :((  - but fortunately, you were finally able to spend time with him as this time, you had to pair up with him for music bank! when you walk in, wonie got indescribably confused. he didn’t know if you were there just to watch them or anything else. literally smiles so widely while blushing a bit when you started to say your lines while holding eye contact with him!! you’re basically there almost dying because of his cuteness too.  ( ^ ᴗ ^ )  kim sunoo  김선우 :  - your group was asked to collaborate with enhypen!! :DD although, unfortunately, you and your members didn’t even know about it. with this being said, enhypen was already done with their part while your group still had to finish a bunch of things. and i mean finish the recording, choreography, and many more. although, when you were finally done with your part you didn’t hesitate to try to find your ddeonu!!  - you were too excited to surprise which lead yourself to forgetting that this boy gets scared and screams easily. “SUNOOOO!!!” you call as you crash this poor boy’s vlive. his poor soul almost left his body as he screams and throws a pillow  in your face. pleasee, fans who were able to record this would post it right away with captions like “SUNOO DID NOT JUST-” “(Y/N) HELPPP” and more!! sunoo hugs you right away and apologizes wayyy too many times!! (〃´∀｀〃) nevertheless, you two were still the cutest!!  nishimura riki  西村 力 :  - your group had to go on a few tours and fansigns! honestly, despite how it made you tired, you enjoyed everything about it. you’d tell niki how you felt about it all and it did make him glad, but he doesn’t want to admit it but he did want you to say that you missed him. >:(( he’d sulk and get upset but just a bit! he honestly missed the (y/n) that would give him attention 24/7. is also upset that your fans really took you away from him /j  - when your group was finally able to fly back to korea after your last tour, you were just too tired to tell niki. your members were too and eventually just told you to surprise him. and you did, you thought that it would be a good idea anyway! but niki found out about it right away, i mean, dispatch would make articles about how your group is in the country again and paparazzies would post the pics they took (・へ・) literally laughs and teases you when he realized that you wanted to surprise him!!  —————————————————————————

[envirae]

Hi bae as your requests are open can I request a tiny angst. I really enjoyed reading your enha reaction to their s/o having a breakdown so may I request their s/o reaction to enha like th vise versa ...🥺

yes i absolutely can!! (loving these angst prompts but they also make me so sad omg )

genre: angst, established relationship

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

tagging: @youreverydayzebra @bloom-bloom-pow

ENHYPEN having a breakdown in front of their s/o

lee heeseung

he came home really late at night

you noticed he had been working longer hours and practicing a lot more recently

he would get really insecure with his own capabilities

he walks in with the most sullen look on his face

"baby...are you okay?" you hesitantly ask

he doesn't say anything, he just walks over to you and buries his face in the crook of your neck

"i'm so tired of it y/n"

your heart breaks as you hear him sob into your shoulder

you pat his back and let him know you're there for him

"you're perfect to me. you don't have to try any harder"

you wrap your hands around his neck and just let him cry, you know he needs it

"i'll always be here for you." is all he needs to hear to feel safe with you

eventually you lie down with him in the bedroom

you've fallen asleep but he's still awake, admiring your features

"i'm so lucky to have you..."

rest of members under cut !

park jay

when you come home from work and call out to him, he doesn't greet you like usual

you immediately know something is up

you find him upstairs lying next to his phone, completely blank expression

"jay, is everything alright?"

"do you think i'm a joke?"

he bluntly asks you

you know his fans have been calling him a joke online recently, and it made you so sad they couldn't see his true talent and hard work

you immediately go next to him and cup his face in your hands

"you are not a joke. you're amazing, and talented, and hardworking, and you deserve everything you have." you tell him, looking him dead in the eyes, to make sure he knows it

you pull him in for a hug, as he starts crying

"you're so perfect. you've been so strong. you can let it out now." you tell him as you just hold him

he tells you how badly he wishes people could see his true potential

"i'm so proud of how far you've come, jay. you've done phenomenal"

"what did i do to deserve you?"

he falls asleep in your embrace with you humming to him

sim jake

he's usually very happy to see you after work

he's generally just a cheerful person

so when he comes home and completely ignores you, heading straight upstairs, you were like a confused puppy

at first you thought he was mad at you

but when you heard him start crying

you knew something was wrong

you immediately rushed in and layed right beside him on the bed

"baby? what's wrong?"

you had never really dealt with him crying before so you were a little flustered

you knew he had been a little stressed recently

the company was giving him a lot of things to do recently with the comeback

you cursed the company for overworking him

he's still a kid after all :/

"hey, i'm here for you, i always will be"

he buries his face in your chest and begins to cry harder

"you've been doing amazing. only a little longer, you got this, my love"

he's just so in awe that you can love him so much even at his lowest points

"you're so wonderful...i don't deserve you" he tells you before drifting off to sleep

park sunghoon

he's been a little out of it all week

you noticed, but you didn't wanna pry

you knew he wasn't that good at expressing his feelings

but if your sunghoon senses were correct, he was feeling insecure about his skills

but one day

you walk past the living room and he's just sitting there

tears are threatening to escape his eyes and you immediately go sit next to him

you didn't try to ask him what was wrong, you knew he didn't want to admit it

so instead you just hug him tightly as the tears begin to fall

"you're so perfect. you're talented, handsome, kind, and the most hardworking person i know. everything about you is so amazing."

he doesn't respond, but he doesn’t need to

the way he’s hugging you tells you all you need to know

he’s just so grateful to have someone like you who will be there for him during his high and low points in life

kim sunoo

he’s usually so bubbly and happy

it always amazed you how he could keep a smile on his face no matter what he was going through

but not everybody can always be smiling

sunoo knew that, but hell was he going to try

so for the past few months, he’s been bottling up all his negative emotions

and even though you’ve expressed many times you’re here for him no matter what, he can’t help but feel like he may burden you with his problems

ur not fooled though

you confront him like “sunoo, love, what’s wrong?”

he’s a little shocked u saw right through him, confused on how it showed, but also a little relieved you found out

“it’s hard to be happy all the time..” he says softly

like, so quietly that if you weren’t right next to him, you wouldn’t have heard

you just look at him before embracing him super tightly

tears begin to fall from his face, breaking your heart even more

“you don’t need to be. i’ll love you no matter what, so don’t try to suppress your feelings for me or for anyone”

he can’t even respond to you, he’s just crying while hugging you

you make sure you don’t stop telling him how you’ll always love him unconditionally 

he’s just so happy, especially because he was so afraid you wouldn’t like the sad side of him the most

yang jungwon

he’s the leader, and he obviously feels a lot of pressure compared to the others

he’s just a kid and he has so much responsibility :/

this hasn’t gone unnoticed by you, either

you see how he comes home late and how tired he looks

so when you hear him come home, far past midnight, looking completely disheveled, you knew something was definitely wrong

he just shuffles past you, not wanting you to see him like this

“jungwon” you call out as you see him put his bag down and just sit on the bed

he can’t even respond, just shoots you a look where you’re standing at the doorway

you go to sit down next to him and begin playing with his hair and drawing shapes onto his back

“baby, have you been taking breaks?”

as he just shakes his head no, your face contorts into a frown

“you need rest, wonnie. how can you put on a good performance if you never even get a good nights sleep?”

as he looks you in the eye, he snaps

the tears just start coming down as you pull him in for a hug

buries his face in the crook of your neck and just lets out all the built up frustration he’s kept in

you don’t talk, you know that’s not what he needs

what he does need is for you to be there, just let him know you’re there for him and always will be

“you’ve been so strong, wonnie. it’s time to let out the pain.”

nishimura riki

he doesn’t talk much, you knew this

so it wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary when you noticed him being a little more quiet than usual

but you did know something was wrong

you knew he had been really homesick lately

he loved the idol life of course, it was his dream after all

but he was still missing home

even when you made him his favorite foods and tried to make him feel welcomed

you knew it wasn’t replacement

so when you came home seeing him scrolling through his phone, looking at photos of home

your heart broke for him

“riki, baby, talk to me”

he couldn’t say anything before he was crying

immediately you embraced him tightly

“i miss home” was all he could breathe out

“i know you do, i’m sorry”

you didn’t really know how to help him other than to offer your presence

you felt so bad

but he was comforted in your hold

“i’m here for you. you won’t be alone. don’t worry”

[junko-and-riri-domain]

warm embraces & sudden kisses | ot7

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since this is the 100th post on this blog I decided to do an ot7 one

simultaneously, this was a request so it worked out !!

anon said or but I decided to try & write both in here :$ so there’s kinda 2 mini scenarios for each member

also i wrote this on my phone in my notes while i was out today which is why everything’s lowercase :)

anon if you’d like me to rewrite this less as scenarios and more as bullet points just lmk!

Lee Heeseung

[a light’s on in the kitchen]

you wake up with the feeling of warmth no longer around you. looking around, you see that heeseung’s no longer in bed with you. your hand makes it way to your phone on your nightstand, 3:07 am greets your eyes and you hear faint sounds from outside the room. you get up with a yawn, the haze of sleepiness still on you as you make your way around the apartment the two of you share, a light’s on in the kitchen. he’s making ramen, you think to yourself. he stands tall by the stove, your footsteps are quiet as you hear him singing a song. when you get to him, your arms arm around his waist as he turns around to greet you, you jump up to give him a quick kiss, intending to meet his lips but because of how tall he is, your lips meet his cheek. he smiles, pulls you in closer to him, tilting up your chin but teases you by pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

[finally home]

you’re nestled up on the couch while a movie plays on the tv. today wasn’t a good day, to say the least. you woke up late which didn’t give you a chance to eat breakfast with heeseung, when you ordered lunch the fries were burnt and the food undercooked, and when you got home heeseung texted you to let you know that practice was running a little late which meant he wouldn’t get to have dinner with you. your eyes stayed settled on the tv until the sound of the apartment door greets your ears, bringing you out of that movie marathon haze you were trapped in. heeseung smiles as he sees you, makes his way to you, as he hands you a takeout bag.

“i bought some food on my way home, i’ll change and then we can eat, yeah?” he notices that you’re sad but doesn’t press you on about it. you nod, taking the bag from him. when he comes back, the two of you eat while a new movie is running. when you’ve finished all the food, his arm wraps around your shoulders and his head rests on top of yours.

“you ok?” he asks. his embrace is comforting and safe, similar to what it feels like when a blanket is draped over you just before you fall asleep.

“i am now that you’re finally home.”

rest of the boys under the cut !!

Park Jongseong / Jay

[flustered and red]

jay’s making dinner in the kitchen while you’re setting the table. you hear him chattering, more to himself than anything as he tries to make dinner the best that it can be. with how busy his schedule was and how much you’ve been swamped with your own work, the two of you haven’t had much time for each other. so, the you both having a free day today was something you were definitely going to take full advantage of. after setting the table, you head into the kitchen to see him slicing up lettuce for a last minute salad. you let out a smile as you see him make a honey based dressing and decided to surprise him by hugging him from behind. usually, he does it to you. despite his confident appearance and composure, you can already tell that he’s getting all flustered and red.

“Yah, who said you can sneak up on me like that!” he says, but makes no effort to pull away. You move so that you’re in front of him,

“If that’s how you react when I hug, how will you react when I do this?” Going on your tiptoes, your arms make their way around his neck as you feel the softness of his lips on yours. Guess honey was good as moisturizer…

[i built us a house]

jay was sitting in his gaming chair, his gaming set up in its own room while you were in the living room doing your own thing. while you were typing away on your laptop you hear your name being called, causing you to look up.

“i wanna show you something,” he said.

“i’m busy, hon,” you reply.

“real quick, i promise.” you sigh, knowing damn well jay wasn’t going to leave you alone until you went with him. so, following him into his game room he sat on his chair.

“why am i here?” you asked. he patted his lap, motioning for you to sit on him. as you did, one of his hands moves your hair to the other side while an arm stays settled on you. you can feel his breath on your neck, the butterflies in your stomach now doing somersaults.

“i built us a house.” your eyes look at the screen to see it on his minecraft server as his character walks around. you smile, turn your head so you’re looking at him,

“this is our house?”

“one day i’ll make it happen in real life.” despite the large promise, deep down you knew jay was going to find some way to make it a reality.

Sim Jaeyun / Jake

[just a little more]

you were on the living room couch, layla’s head on your lap while you pet her. as you do, you’re typing on your phone with your free hand. jake makes his presence known by sitting next to you, his head popping into your line of sight. you set your phone aside, smiling as you pat his hair. he frowns,

“you’ve been giving layla your attention all day, what about me?”

“layla’s cuter than you,” you reply with a teasing smile. he frowns, sighing slightly as he looks at the sight of all your attention on layla. jake heads to your room, glad that you loved layla as much as he did but wished you loved him just a little more. you head to the room, seeing jake seated by the edge of the bed, you settled yourself so that you were sitting on his lap, your legs around his waist.

“i want your attention too.”

“someone’s jealous.”

“naur, i’m not jealous,” he says, looking away. you lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his lips that lingers on for a few seconds longer than it should.

“yaur, ya are,” you tease. he smiles, kisses you again as his grip on you tighten slightly,

“it got you here, didn’t it?”

[a pair of fuzzy socks]

you’re half asleep when you feel warmth to your feet and suddenly a pair of fuzzy socks have been placed over them. you say nothing, wanting to go back to sleep more than anything. a few seconds later, you feel a dip on the bed, two actually, and you’re aware of both jake and layla around you. jake lifts up your head gently. you hear him whisper,

“layla, don’t wake up your mother,” and the feeling brings tingles to your heart, fireworks spreading throughout your body. he snuggles closer to you, intertwining his legs with yours as he traces random patterns on your back just before falling asleep.

Park Sunghoon

[cold]

for as long as he could remember, park sunghoon has lived life cold. on the ice he was cold. towards people he acted cold. you entering his life was like the sun rising after a freezing winter night. you were the heat that rid himself of the icicles stuck to his cold exterior. you melted the snowflakes of winter and turned them into roses of spring. you were the warmth he never knew he was missing. he was in your apartment, washing the dishes after you made lunch. you headed to him placing your hand on his arm. he looked over to you, smiling as you hugged his side. you leaned up as you kissed him, he couldn’t hold back his small laugh. as he felt your lips on his, heat rose to his cheeks. but despite the shyness in him about to take over, he fights it, leaning into you and kissing you once more.

[cold hands]

sunghoon has always had cold hands. and whenever he cuddled with you, he made sure that you knew it. the two of you were joking, running around the apartment when you and sunghoon both ended up on the bed. a glint appeared in his eyes, a plan forming in his head. the tips of his fingers met your stomach as you started bursting out in laugher.

“HOON WHY DO YOU HAVE COLD HANDS,” you yelled as you tried to fight him off. he smiled, vampire teeth showing in all their glory as he settled next to you in bed. his hand rested on your stomach as he brought you to him, his cold feet pressing to yours.

“you’re my personal heater,” he said, pulling you closer to him.

Kim Sunoo

[a little too close]

sunoo has always been clingy around you. some days, he’ll grab your hand out of nowhere and start fiddling with your fingers. at the most random times, he’ll play with your hair and think about how to style it. being in sunoo’s embrace is something that you’ve always welcomed. you were sort of the opposite, accepting and welcoming his touch but never really initiating it. until, today that is. you noticed someone talking to sunoo getting a little too close to him. you didn’t think much of it knowing how friendly sunoo was towards people and how others naturally gravitated to him. but, you couldn’t help yourself when you made your way to them and held onto sunoo’s hand, practically staring down the other person. sunoo smiled, intertwining your hands together while bringing you into the conversation. unsurprisingly, the outsider moved closer and without even thinking, you kissed sunoo’s cheek. his eyes slightly got wide as he looked at you, but it was an action he was glad for. in return, he kissed your cheek with a smile and couldn’t stop talking about it for the rest of the day.

[a tough day]

you were having somewhat of a tough day, having cramps, on and off headaches, and an annoying ringing in your ears that you just couldn’t get rid of. sunoo came home to find you layed on the couch, his heart breaking at the sight. he got some things and brought it to the living room,

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“spa day!” he replied excitedly. he rubbed lotion on your hands, placed cucumbers on top of your eyes, and combed out your hair. the night came to an end with you and sunoo laying on the couch together, him patting in the face mask then rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. with sunoo came a bubble of warmth you never wanted to leave.

Yang Jungwon

[make me]

jungwon’s in a playful mood today and with that playful mood comes teasing you. you’re in the living room where he decided to grab your sketchbook and hold it up above your head.

“won, give it back!” you exclaimed in annoyance, glaring at him. he has the audacity to look amused and he tells you,

“make me.” he’s always found joy in teasing you for your height and right now was no different. a plan forms in your head as you take some steps backwards. as you practically run to him, his eyes widen with fear as he’s forced to let go of your sketchbook to catch you and you end up latched onto him like a koala. you kiss him, in those few seconds the entire world stops and it’s as if no one but him exists. the kiss lingers on a second or two longer than you intended as jungwon’s grip on you tightens so that you don’t fall. on his face you see him smiling and those dimples that you’ve always loved appear. jungwon was never good at hiding his emotions, his love for you no different. you close your eyes as he leans down, you expect a kiss returned but instead, he kisses the top of your head. lightly flicking your forehead gently,

“that’s what you get for being short,” he says.

[i'm here]

with all his responsibilities and the things jungwon needs to take care of at such a young age, coming home to you is the one constant in his life. to him, the second he’s able to wrap his arms around you, revel in the scent of your shampoo, and gets to hold you, everything is just complete. at 1:06 am, he came home. it was late, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. he headed into the room you two shared, only to see you still awake.

“you’re up?” he asked.

“no, i’m asleep,” you reply sarcastically. he sighs, setting into bed next to you, “someone’s tired,” you said.

“i want cuddles,” he mutters unable to hide his need for your affection. you shift and his head lays on your shoulder. you run your hand through his hair while you kiss the top of his head,

“i’m here.”

Nishimura Riki / Ni-ki

[bungeo to his ppang]

more than anything, ni-ki liked to be by your side. whether it was while he was watching something on his phone, showing you a new dance routine, or asking you to dye his hair, as long as you were just with him, he was happy. sleeping is something that ni-ki has always enjoyed, how could he not when it grants him a few moments of peace before a busy day? the two of you are in the car, he rests his head on your shoulders. unlike normal, he doesn’t fall asleep this time. he pretends to, he closes his eyes, stays still while enjoying your warmth, but he’s not actually asleep. you didn’t seem to notice, he feels you messing with his hair a bit, something he’s never minded as long as it was with you. he hears you talking about how cute he is, practically fangirling over him. he feels you kiss the top of his head lightly,

“sleep well, ni-kitty,” he hears you whisper. he doesn’t move, doesn’t show any sign that he’s affected by your sudden actions of love. but deep down, he feels a happiness around you that’s greater than how he feels when he’s on stage. when he performs he enjoys the thousands of eyes that watch him but all he thinks about are how your eyes look at him with adoration and pride. it was in this moment that he knew, you were the bungeo to his ppang.

[take a break]

after dinner, you’re sitting on the floor of the table in front of the tv, trying to get some work done. suddenly, you feel a weight on your lap. you look down to see ni-ki’s head on your lap, his eyes closed but he’s clearly still awake.

“yah, get off,” you said, slightly lifting up your leg.

“no.” you roll your eyes, deciding not to pay attention to him as you go back to sleep our work. it seems that ni-ki had other plans as he took your one of your hand and starting fiddling with it.

“ni-ki, i’m busy.”

“take a break,” he said. you look down at ni-ki… how could you refuse? you put away your things, shifting so that your full attention was now on him. he smiled up at you, fiddling with the edge of your clothes while saying the most random things that made you laugh.

↬ ᴀ/ɴ pt. 2:

if anyone’s read up to this point pls lmk how it was, i’m not really good with ot7 scenarios typa things 😭

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[plush-rabbit]

The Perverse Angel and His Wicked Thoughts

Direct Continuation to Divinity in Impurity

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Please forgive me for the awful title. I just had no idea how/what else to title it

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Simeon never knew what true anxiety felt like until he’s back standing in front of your door. His knees feel weak, his heart beating against his chest, echoing and shattering his ribs into sharp pieces that cut into his skin and make him choke on his own blood. His breath is shallow and when he knocks against the wood, you’re quirk to open the door with a smile on your face. You let him enter your room with a wave and a smile, quickly going in for a hug when he’s inside, letting the door click close behind the both of you.

Stepping inside of your room, he’s acutely aware of everything that goes on inside, the way that your scent is heavy in the air, consuming every object, how you walk so freely without a care, trusting him with your safety, knowing that he would never do anything so harmful and perverted to you. Blood is bitter on his tongue, his teeth piercing against the insides of his cheeks when he accidently bites a bit too hard. He hisses, a hand wavering to cup his cheek but he falters, repulsed by his bare hand. And yet, you’re quick to come to his aid, worry in your eyes and your lips parted asking if he’s okay. Your touch is warm, different from his own and he jumps at your contact, stepping around you to walk and sit on your bed. He can’t bear to feel your touch, not when he just did something so awful- so grotesque and perverted.

The bed dips under his weight, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip and his eyes are glued on your figure, sweat beading at his forehead as you walk towards. He sits on your bed, his hands shaky and when you question his nervousness, he waves it off. It’s nothing- really, don’t pressure him. Guilt has started to eat him, sinking its teeth into his skin and while he can’t look at you, you make no comment about it, sitting beside him, your legs seated under you.

You hand cups over his and he lets his head fall, his muscles tense as you call his name. His hand goes rigid, and while you hold the top of his hand, your fingers slip between the spaces of his and you hold tightly to his hand while he just sits there.

“Simeon,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze, “can you look at me?”

Something catches in his throat, his lungs devoid of air, deflating into nothing as he shakes his head. His lips are pulled thin, any breath that he tries to take is through his nose, a deep inhale that is shakily released through his parted lips. How could he ever look at you when he did what he did? How could he even allow you to hold his hand? It’s his own deviance that clutches around his chest and drags him further into the dark pool that is his sin.

“Is this about what you saw?” Your voice is gentle, concern and puzzlement laced into your words as your knee bumps against his. “Sim, I told you that it was okay.” He can hear the smile, reassuring that what he saw wasn’t anything bad but you don’t know what he did. His legs begin to bounce, shaking the bed and his lips grow dry. “You don’t have to feel guilty over it. I should have told you that I was changing or even locked the door.” A playful chuckle fills the room and when he remains unresponsive, your hand slowly uncurls and slips away.

His hand is left cold and empty, a foreign feeling that he does not welcome. Quickly, his other hand clasps over yours, trapping it against his wrist. He takes shaky breaths, his chest wavering with every inhale and exhale. With your hand under his, he shakes, and releases his hand from you, apologizing under his breath. Immediately, he misses the feel of your hand.

You take in a sharp inhale, your shoulders slumping and his heart drops. You’ve allowed him to enter your room, you held his hand and yet, he’s here, with his innocence tainted and forever blemished by his actions. “Simeon-”

“I- I’m so sorry.” He covers his face with his hands, and he recoils away from his touch. His teeth are gritted and he turns to you, his brows wrinkling his face and he wonders how pathetic he looks to you. “I- I’m so sorry,” he repeats, his voice breaking and his stomach twists into tight knots.

Instead of disgust, you smile sadly at him, your hands coming out to hold the hand that he had used to masturbate to you. He wonders if you’d turn away from him, if you’d wipe your hand from his touch, if you knew what he had done.

The look that you give him is enough to make a storm of butterflies form in his stomach. “I already told you-”

Acid bubbles in his throat, burning and making it harder to breathe with every passing second. He doesn’t want to lose the friendship that he has with you, but he can’t live with himself if he doesn’t tell you. A prayer starts to form, a simple thought that is burst with judgement on him. Your words are distant and he isn’t sure what you’re saying, he can’t hear you but he can see and feel you. He can see your smile, how your eyes dart to the door and the soft feel of your hand. He feels as if he’s being choked, a tight grip around throat has tears brimming in his eyes. He wonders how much of himself is clouded from the eyes of God. He feels too much, his worry and guilt bubbling over that leaves him feeling exposed. “I masturbated to you.” There’s a pause in the room, your eyes blinking owlishly as you try to comprehend the words. “I- I’m sorry,” he mutters, looking at the floor, leaning away from you but he still lets his hand be held in yours. Shock settles as the words have filled the room, slowly filling your mind. “I-” He deflates and stops talking.

Neither of you speak for some time, words clutched at your heart and his stuck on his throat. He wishes he could take back the words, but he can’t deny the sweet relief that he felt when he confessed. Your hand slowly pulls away and he wants to cry and collapse onto his knees, begging for forgiveness.

“You-” you start, pursing your lips together- “You masturbated to me?” He nods, believing that he is unworthy to even speak to you after what he did. “Before you came- Er, When you arrived the first time to my room?”

He supposes he deserves the questioning and the sick feeling that settles in his stomach. “When- When I saw you I had fled and when I arrived at my room, I- I had-” He fits back a sob. He’s never felt so dirty.

“Simmy,” your voice is calm, and your hands return to him. Hsi eyes are wide and without knowing what’s going on, you pull him close to your chest, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your hands curl over the back of his head, cradling him gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart; don’t cry.” Your kindness only makes him sob, his body shaking and his hands, as dirty as they are, clutch to the back of your shirt. “You- It’s fine. You don’t have to feel bad or anything. I mean-” you shift under him and he fears that it’s discomfort and rejection, so he clutches tighter at you and pushes himself further into you. “Sh,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair, “I’m not going anywhere. Just relax, okay?”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, turning his head, his breath hot against your neck. “I- I was weak. Please forgive me.” You smell sweet, the overlapping of your cream invades his senses but underneath, he can smell you, your scent that calls out to him and it only makes him want to cling tighter to you. He doesn’t want to separate himself from your embrace even if it's something out of pity. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Simmy,” you say softly, rocking him gently in your arms. “You’re okay. I’m not mad or anything, I’m-” you let out a laugh, it’s short and humorless- “I’m actually a bit er- honoured? No, flattered.” His eyes widen and he pulls away from you, tears streak against his cheeks and he looks at you with wide eyes. Your body shifts under his gaze and you force yourself to look at him. “I think it’s kind of sweet actually. Well, not sweet, but hot?” You give him a smile, and while it doesn’t reach your eyes, he knows that it isn’t something bitter. “I kind of assumed you hadn’t felt anything to me and well, while masturbating isn’t a confirmation of feelings, I’m flattered that you find me attractive enough to jerk off at the thought of me.” You swallow nervously and you look away from him. “I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

“No!” He says, holding your hands in his. “I- How could I not find you attractive? I- You’re the only human- the only being who ever made me feel so- so-” his hand clutches over where his heart would rest, twisting the fabric in his hands- “so alive,” he breathes out. “When I’m with you, I feel as if I never want to be apart from you. I would be a fool to not find you attractive, to not see your beauty and want you as you are. Here I am, the angel that is meant to remain pure and yet I was tempted by someone-” his knuckles brush against your cheek, curving at your bone and gliding down until they reach the corners of your lips- “and I’d do it all over again if it meant that you would even have an ounce of happiness.” He lets his hand fall, smiling at you, with fondness. “I am nothing more than your angel.” He bows his head slightly, bringing your hand to his lips, letting your knuckles grace him with your touch.

“A knight in shining armor,” you muse, your hand falling under his chin and pushing gently to have him look at you. He meets your eyes with readiness to accept whatever it is you want, ready to follow your commands. While he has no contract that binds him to you, he’d do whatever you would want of him. You accepted him and his secret, the least he could do is bow before you.

Your smile twitches for a moment, faltering for a second and he frowns. His eyes never leave your face, watching your expression change, slowly morphing into a curious look that has him leaning his body close to yours. He watches as your tongue peeks to wet your lips, the soft, pink muscle teasing him and with his thoughts safe in your room and with you, he wonders how your tongue would feel in his mouth, how it would feel if it were against his body and curled around his burning skin.

“Simeon?” He gives a curt nod in your direction, listening and clinging to your every word. “Can you show me?” His blood runs cold at the immediate understandment of your words. His heart races, pumping his angelic blood through his body and with a heavy heart, he can feel the familiar and yet alien feeling of his member throb under the confines of his pants. “I wanna see how you touched yourself.”

Limbs bump into each other, your hands leaving a trail of goosebumps as you move against him. He isn’t sure how he's gotten to lay against your pillows with his pants past his thighs and his cock already half erect. His breath hangs heavy in the room, his chest taking deep slow breaths as he watches his own hand circle around his cock. He can feel your eyes on him, how you watch his every move with an unblinking gaze, entranced by the angel who remains partially dressed. His mouth is dry and he lets his hand take a shaky stroke against himself, letting out a whine at the feeling. It isn’t pleasurable but it isn’t horrible either. It’s just a touch. He wants to make it a show, but he’s so new to this, so inexperienced and while your human curiosity is taking over, leaning onto him, he can’t do much more than stare at his cock that beads with pearls.

“I- I need help,” he mutters. “It feels so new, so alien to touch myself. I’m-”

You cut his words off with a kiss, your body moving to rest above his, your weight pressing down on him. His cock hardens, pulsing in his hand and with a jerky motion, he proceeds to touch himself. Your tongue enters his mouth and he greedily sucks on it, pushing himself upwards to deepen the kiss, working his hand in a similar motion. The tight feeling in his stomach returns, quicker and tighter than before. Your hand glides to his chest, slipping under his shirt and thumbing around his nipple, humming into his mouth when he hardens under your touch. You pull away with spit covered lips, your eyes glazed over with honeyed lust, smiling down at him and kissing at neck, suckling softly, letting your teeth pinch at his skin.

The feels are all so new to him, and he’s moaning under you, whining and jerking his hips upwards. “Come on Simeon,” you whisper against his skin, “go a little bit faster, Let me see how you treated yourself when you jerked off to me.” You sit above him, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs under his bottom lip. “Am I the first person you’ve ever jerked off to?” he lets out a pained whimper, nodding his head to the best of his ability without shaking you off. “Use your words,” you advise, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his temple. “I want to hear all the perverted details.”

“Yes,” he croaks out, his leg bumping upwards as his high slowly approaches. “I-” his lips press into a thin line as he tries to muffle his moans- “I hadn’t touched myself before. I thought of you and your body, I thought about how you’d feel- how different your hands would feel compared to mine.”

“If you’re a good boy and finish, I’ll be sure to pleasure you.” Your smile is coquettish, your tone sultry as you grab his arm, and let the hand that had been clutching the covers curve over your chest. “When I called you, were you busy touching yourself?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, “I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to hear you call my name. Even now, I’m surprised that you’re doing so much for me, touching me and not- and not-” his voice tightens, tears brimming against his eyes- “not finding me repulsive. I- I- You were my first, The first that I had ever felt such feeling for. Please, I beg of you, kiss me again. I want to kiss you and make sure that this is all real and not some sick, perverse dream that I had come up with. That if I fall, if I lose my wings, at least I’ll have kissed you before that.” Tears fall, and he can feel the pressure building, so close to spilling over and the tight rope in his stomach threatening to snap.

“Oh Simeon,” you coo, your smile bittersweet. Your head shakes softly, your hands smoothing back his hair and cupping his face. “I’ll stand beside you no matter what, sweetheart. I could never turn away from you.” Your lips press against his and with your confession, he releases, moaning and moving his free hand to hold your back as he shakes under you.

His seed paints his hand and thighs in white ropes. Tears stain the kiss,and when you pull away, he whines, missing the contact. You move off of him and he wants to cry, moving to nuzzle into your chest. His hand sticks to the back of your shirt, sullying you in his seed as he cock lays between him and you, nestled against your sex. He shakes, the afterglow making him so sensitive to touch that even your hand playing with the ends of his hair has him and letting out shaky breaths. His chest feels light, full of air and your scent, his ears hearing your heart beat erratically- whatever facade you had about staying calm and playful as he pleasured himself was only that, a facade. You kiss the top of his head and promise that when he’s calmed down, you’ll fulfill your promise of touching him. He nods his head, trying to steady himself, desperate to feel your hands against his virgin cock.