#SORRY THIS IS SO BEYOND OVERDUE

[mcrcosantos]

starter for: @leylayilmz location: everything goes

Marco was kicking himself the entire walk over to Everything Goes. He knew full well it had been too long since he'd checked in on Leyla. But part of him had subconsciously avoided the interaction because Leyla was too good at reading him. She'd see right through any bullshit explanation he tried to give for why he'd been in such a funk lately and Marco wasn't sure he was ready to explain the inner turmoil Cali was wreaking on his heart just yet.

But after a couple weeks of casual check in texts, Marco knew staying away at this point was ridiculous. So psyching himself up to be not let any emotions show on his face whatsoever, he pushed open the door, the bell overhead signalling his entrance to the cafe. Moving towards the bar, he immediately spotted the familiar head of brown hair he was looking for. "Umm ma'am, are you sure these blueberry muffins are up to code?" he asked, feigning his most generic, professional voice.

[luveline]

hey jade!!! do u think we can get a little something with bombshell and spencer 🙏🙏 missing them

—you and spencer get serious. 1.3k

“So,” you say, holding two hands behind your back, shoulders tight in a vague attempt at flirting, “come here often?” 

“To Austin?” Spencer nods. “This is the tenth time we’ve been in the last five years.”

“Big city. Thirteenth most populous city in the entire country, right? That’s a lot of crime.”

Spencer smiles approvingly. “Right.” 

“At least this one was easy.” 

You’re standing in the sunshine outside of a bar near the hangar, waiting for the jet to finish loading, the rest of the team inside drinking a round of well-earned drinks. Spencer was in good spirits but didn’t seem to love the ruckus, so you’d made some excuse about feeling light-headed and promised you’d be alright as long as Spencer came outside with you. 

You don’t not feel dizzy. You’ve been under the weather all week. Spencer’s concern has had moments of obviousness. He’s roped it in for now, only evidence of his worry the lack of space between you. 

You’re enjoying the game you’re playing for now. You lovingly ignore him. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” 

“Uh, trying to get home, honestly.” 

“Yeah?” 

“See, I know this girl,” he says, his voice a soft pattern of itself, “and she’s– she’s great. She really is. She’s smart, and she’s beautiful, and she’s stubborn as a mule when she wants to be. She won’t let me take care of her out here. I’m hoping when we get back, she’ll let me take her home. So I can look after her.” He has no intention of playing the ignoring game with you. 

“Stubborn as a mule,” you murmur, leaning back against the bar’s brick exterior, lulled into security by his voice, and the sweet breeze that passes over you, the right side of cold as the sun begins to set behind the buildings across the street and beyond. 

“You like that one?” 

“No. Not my favourite comparison.” 

Spencer holds his hand out across the way, palm up but low, his fingers still. “Stubborn,” he says as you slip your hand into his, “but in a good way.” 

“…I don’t need you to take care of me,” you say softly. 

“But I want to.” 

You don’t know why you’ve been struggling with Spencer lately. It certainly isn’t something he’s done wrong, and it’s not the first time he’s wanted to look after you. But things between you are looking serious. Just a few weeks ago you took the ‘next step’, long overdue, and you told him you loved him. You do. 

“If I did something–”

You wince and he stops. You knew he’d bring it up eventually, but it doesn’t make it hurt less. What a mess you’re making. “You didn’t do anything,” you say. 

“Are you sure?” 

“No, Spencer, it’s not you, really, it’s not, it’s me–”

The face he makes is of unbridled horror. You’re worried he’ll snatch his hand back. He squeezes tighter. “What are you saying?” he asks, his frown a pout that turns your heart. 

“I’m not breaking up with you. I’m sorry, that was a fright wasn’t it?” you ask, squeezing him too, pulling at him as you slip against his side. Your faces are close enough to kiss. “Not breaking up. I can’t describe how much I don’t want that.” 

“But?” he asks. 

“But… there’s been some chafing, lately, on my end.” 

“‘Cos of me?” 

“Aw, Spencer,” you murmur, turning your front into his side as you hold your free hand over his heart, “no, baby. No… No, it’s not because of you, or– it’s not your fault. I was alone for a while before you, and I guess being sick just reminded me that things are different.” 

“And you don’t like it?” 

“Spencer, please,” you plead gently, rubbing your thumb against his chest. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I love you–”

“I love you.” 

“–and I’m not asking for anything here, not space, not for you to change, I just want to tell you how I’ve been feeling so you can stop confusing it for something you might’ve done wrong.” 

Some days being with Spencer feels like you’re the same soul in two different bodies. It’s moments like this that remind you of how human he is, the depth of his feelings, and how much he cares about you —how much you can affect his life. He’s frowning like he’s not far from tears and you regret ever bringing it up in the first place, but you have to finish now. 

“It’s scary, for me, sometimes, to be with you,” you say eventually. 

“For me, too.” 

“I worry I’ll get used to you and one day I won’t have you.” 

“I promise you will,” he says. 

“But you don’t know that.” 

“For however long you’ll let me have you, you can have me,” he says simply. 

You tease a line into his chest with your two fingertips. “I love how you look after me. There’s nothing like it. I fall asleep sick and I wake up knowing you’re there to make me a cup of tea, and to help me shower when my head’s hurting, you don’t let me down. You know that?” 

“So why can’t I look after you tonight?” he asks, eyes dark as pine tar. 

“You can. You think I’m not going home with you?” 

“I wasn’t sure.” 

“Please let me come home with you.” 

Spencer lets his forehead drop gently against yours. The breeze runs a loop around your legs and cools your too-warm shoulders, pulling your blouse from clammy skin. For a while, you wait for him to speak, but when he doesn’t you figure you’ve overwhelmed him with your confession, maybe you’ve upset him. 

He rubs the tips of your noses together slightly. 

“Are you still dizzy?” 

“No.” Your voice is a croak. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, being scared of the future? It’s okay.” 

“I think it sounded like it was your fault.” 

“I won’t take it that way if you don’t mean it like that,” he promises. “I just want to look after you, angel. I want to be with you. I’m scared all the time that one day I won’t have you, but then you smile at me or you–” He laughs. “You tug on my hair trying to make me kiss you and I don’t feel that way for a while. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

“The only thing that worries me is life.” 

“Not much you can do about that,” he says.

“I know. I didn’t mean for it to get to you, too.”

He makes a nice humming sound, says, “I want you to feel better, and come home with me, and I don’t really care if I have to beg. You know I will.” 

“You should know you don’t have to beg for anything. Not from me.” 

Spencer’s hand comes up to your neck. He holds it carefully, pressing the soft of his cheek against your temple, the other hand working its way behind your back. “And you’re worried I might leave you?” he asks, laughing bashfully as he presses two kisses to whatever bit of skin he can fin, the side of your nose and the soft well under your eye. “When you’re saying stuff like that to me? In public?” 

“It’s hardly the worst thing I’ve said to you in public.” 

Spencer pulls away to meet your eyes. He's smiling. Worry and love line his gaze. “Do you wanna go find something to eat before we leave?”

“Yeah,” you nod, trying hard not to smile ear to ear. “Let’s go eat.” 

[acid-ixx]

You know what would be a good add for you yan bat fam fic? We refer to our father as Bruce! We don’t call him dad or wtv we call him by his name sense we don’t see him as a dad!

I can just imagine the heartbreak look on Wayne’s face!! Ooo even better if we call him by his last name!

a/n: this !! it's already hinted at during chapter one that you literally despise writing bruce wayne as your father in legal documents and even hated him to the point of changing your last name back to your mother's after your eighteenth birthday. the angst potential was stated in this drabble so it's something i had already expanded on but i love talking about my plans for the story so yk. this is basically the reader disowning their own father LMAO. p.s. one of the paragraphs here would be used for the next chapter !!

bruce knows that you have every right to not even refer to him as your father— he is way beyond unworthy to be called "dad" or "father" or any parental name you had in mind. but he wishes you have a sliver of love to even refer to him as "bruce" like your other siblings would call him.

but no, the world always has something else in mind.

"sorry, mr. wayne. but i am not your child, and will never see myself as one. and you? you will never be my dad."

your heartless tone, the way you look at him like he wasn't your father, but a mere stranger. maybe in your mind, he was just a sperm donor for your mother, and he knows he would only amount to that, seeing as how he wasn't even there for when you were born; not acknowledging your existence for five years and simply taking you in when your mother had left you, then forgetting about you again—

it's now that it isn't batman who has gone too far but bruce wayne. your supposed father, the man who should've been there for you, to nourish your growth, watching you as you accomplish all the great things in the world.

he was supposed to be the man who should've kissed your wounds away whenever you go out to the park with him to play. he should've been the man who would sit on the crowded bleachers to watch you perform on a talent show. he was supposed to be the father who would hold you close to your chest as you cry about your first heartbreak, about your overdue projects, about the bullies in the school.

but he wasn't that father for you. and now, you seek love and attention from people who weren't even family. because they had failed you, he had failed you.

it reminds him of all the times he was left brooding alone, in the manor as he forces himself to remember the scene of his parents dying all over and over again.

yet it was you, his precious baby, that he had lost. not physically, but emotionally and spiritually.

he doesn't want to lose hope at any instance for redemption but fuck, he doesn't want to delude himself into thinking you would easily forgive and forget.

but damn it all, because he would have nothing to lose to show you just how much he loves you. and he will, he will spoil you rotten to the core, he'll give you the entire world if that meant he would hear you would call him your "dad" just for once.

[wonyowonyo]

Summer Fever (Y. Jimin x M! Reader)

This one was long overdue as I was suppose to post this like few weeks ago. So I'm really sorry for the wait and for the hiatus again. But I hope yall enjoy this one as always, author wonyo out! Word Count: 4.4k

They had always been "them" — the childhood friends everyone assumed were a couple. Their story stretched back to kindergarten when Y/N had shyly offered Jimin a crayon after she dropped hers. From that moment, they were inseparable, growing up side by side in a neighborhood that knew them as "the duo." Their houses stood just a few steps apart, their families mingling so often that there was an unspoken rule: where one went, the other followed.

Y/N was the quiet and brooding one, often retreating into books and daydreams, while Jimin was his exact opposite — outgoing, vibrant, and endlessly curious. It was a pairing that balanced perfectly, as though the universe had conspired to make sure they’d always need each other. From biking through rain-soaked streets to late-night talks under a blanket of stars, their bond had been forged in the simple, fleeting magic of childhood.

As they grew older, the whispers started. "They’d make such a cute couple," neighbors would say with knowing smiles. Classmates teased them incessantly, their names often scribbled together inside hastily drawn hearts on desks and notebooks. Each accusation of romance was met with flushed cheeks and vehement denials. "It’s not like that," they’d say in unison, though neither could ignore the tiny flicker of "what if" that sometimes crept in during quiet moments.

Life carried them through the awkward years of braces and bad haircuts, through the emotional turbulence of middle school, and into the confusing realm of high school. By then, their dynamic had settled into something familiar and comforting, a rhythm of bickering, teasing, and unspoken understanding. To outsiders, their bond seemed unshakable, almost romantic. But to them, it was simply... them. Or at least, it had been, until yesterday.

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The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, its golden rays spilling through the windows of the school’s quiet hallway, casting long, golden streaks across the polished tiles. Lockers stood in neat rows along the corridor, their metallic surfaces glinting faintly in the sunlight, while a faint murmur of voices and distant footsteps echoed through the space, hinting at life elsewhere in the school. Outside, a faint breeze rustled the leaves, though it did little to ease the summer heat. The classroom beyond was still, save for the soft hum of cicadas in the background.

Seated by the window, Y/N leaned over his desk, his head resting against his folded arms. His black hair was slightly tousled, strands clinging to his damp forehead. His expression was distant, almost brooding, as though he carried the weight of an unspoken thought. The faint laughter and chatter of students outside the classroom felt worlds away from his isolated presence, a stark reminder of how he had slowly drifted apart from the lively camaraderie he once shared with his classmates. Memories of shared jokes and group projects now felt like distant echoes, replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to cling to him wherever he went.

The soft slide of the door broke the silence. Jimin peeked inside, hesitating for a moment before stepping in. She held a brightly swirled ice cream cone in one hand, the vibrant colors an unexpected burst of cheerfulness against the muted backdrop of the room. Her dark ponytail swayed slightly as she walked, and her eyes locked onto the lone figure by the window.

“There you are,” she said softly, her voice carrying a playful yet gentle tone.

Y/N stirred but didn’t lift his head. “What do you want?” he mumbled, his voice muffled and weary.

She stepped closer, her sandals making faint tapping sounds against the tiled floor. Sliding into the seat across from him, she leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand, her dark eyes studying him intently. A small, thoughtful smile played on her lips, but there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, as if she were trying to read beyond his weary posture. "You really don’t look fine," she said softly, her voice a mixture of teasing and genuine worry. Her gaze lingered on him before she smiled and held out the ice cream. “You looked like you could use this.”

Y/N finally lifted his head, dark eyes meeting hers with a mix of surprise and indifference. His face softened ever so slightly as he eyed the ice cream, then looked away. “I’m fine. You didn’t have to do that.”

Jimin pouted, thrusting the ice cream closer to him. “Come on, don’t be stubborn. It’s going to melt.”

Reluctantly, he sat up straighter and took the cone from her hand. His fingers brushed hers briefly, making her cheeks flush as she quickly pulled back. He stared at the ice cream for a moment before taking a small bite. The sweetness melted on his tongue, contrasting with the bitterness he’d been stewing in all day.

“Thanks,” he muttered, barely audible.

She grinned, her mood visibly lifting. “See? It’s not so hard to accept a little kindness.”

He glanced at her, the faintest smile tugging at his lips before he quickly looked away. “You’re annoying,” he said, but there was no bite to his words.

She laughed, light and melodic, and leaned back in her chair. “Maybe. But you like having me around, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, choosing instead to take another bite of the ice cream. The cicadas outside buzzed louder, filling the comfortable silence that settled between them. For a moment, the summer heat seemed a little more bearable.

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The peace didn’t last long. A lanky boy with thick glasses, his shirt slightly untucked, burst into the room with a dramatic flair, followed closely by a shorter classmate with a mischievous grin and a baseball cap askew on his head. Their boisterous laughter and rapid chatter shattered the tranquil stillness, their energy swirling through the space like a sudden gust of wind. Their voices echoed in the small space, a sharp contrast to the soft hum of cicadas that had blanketed the room just moments ago. One of them, a tall boy with glasses, smirked and announced dramatically, “Y/N is sick.”

Jimin raised a brow, unimpressed by their antics. “And?”

The second boy laughed, gesturing toward Y/N. “Your boyfriend here is in a lot of pain! Haha!”

“Do you want to die?” she snapped, her voice sharp as her glare could pierce through steel.

Y/N groaned, clearly annoyed. “Are you in pain?” she asked, her tone softening as her focus returned to him.

“Aren’t you just acting so you can skip academy class later?” one of the boys teased.

She clenched her jaw, her frustration evident, but Y/N muttered, “No… Just go back to your classroom.”

Jimin ignored his request, her brows knitting in thought. “Hmm…” she murmured, reaching out and pressing her hand against his forehead. “My hands are cold, so it’s hard to know,” she said, frowning slightly. Her concern was genuine, and it showed in the way her lips pursed in concentration.

Y/N’s eyes widened as her touch lingered. His cheeks flushed a light pink, and his gaze darted away, unsure of what to do. “W-What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice laced with embarrassment.

“You feel a little warm,” she replied matter-of-factly, leaning in closer to get a better look at him. Her proximity made his heart race, and the heat on his cheeks deepened.

“I-I’m fine!” he blurted out, leaning back slightly to create some distance. But she didn’t budge, her brows furrowed with determination.

“You don’t look fine to me,” she said firmly. “If you’re not going to the nurse’s office, then I’ll have to take care of you here.”

The other boys snickered at the exchange, but she shot them a glare that quickly shut them up. “If you two aren’t going to help, then leave,” she said curtly.

They raised their hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, we’re going!” one of them said before they exited the room, their laughter fading down the hall.

Once they were gone, Jimin turned back to Y/N, who was now hiding his face in his arms again. “Hey,” she said gently, nudging him. “If you’re not feeling well, you should lie down properly.”

“Just… leave me alone,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

She sighed, standing up and moving to his side. “Alright, stubborn. But don’t complain later when you feel worse,” she said, her tone light but tinged with genuine worry. She placed a small, cold pack on his neck, causing him to flinch slightly.

“What are you—?” he started, but she cut him off.

“It’ll help. Just stay still,” she said, placing a hand on his back to steady him.

His heart thudded loudly in his chest, the combination of her closeness and her concern overwhelming him. He stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond, while she busied herself ensuring he was comfortable. The cicadas outside continued their song, filling the air with a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the chaos in his mind.

For a moment, he wondered if the heat he felt was really just from the summer sun.

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Jimin’s hand lingered on his forehead, her warm breath brushing his cheek as she leaned closer to check his temperature. The proximity made his heart pound louder than ever, and when he turned his head slightly, their noses almost brushed. For a moment, the world stood still — the distant hum of cicadas faded, leaving only the sound of their shallow breathing.

Both of them froze, wide-eyed. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as she quickly pulled back, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “I-I should probably… um… let you rest,” she stammered, standing up abruptly.

“Y-Yeah, maybe you should…” he muttered, his voice shaky as he avoided her gaze, his face equally flushed. She took a few hurried steps toward the door, stealing one last glance at him before leaving the room in a flurry of embarrassment.

Y/N slumped forward, burying his face in his arms as a whirlwind of emotions coursed through him. His chest felt tight, as though a heavy weight pressed against it, and his face burned hotter than before. Embarrassment, confusion, and a flicker of something unspoken swirled in his mind, leaving him unable to steady his racing thoughts. “What just happened?” he muttered to himself. The flustered feeling overwhelmed him, and before he could steady his thoughts, a wave of dizziness hit him like a brick. His vision blurred, and everything went dark.

A faint haze clouded Y/N's vision as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes adjusting to the sterile white ceiling of the nurse's office. The sharp scent of antiseptic mingled with the soothing hum of the air conditioner, creating a cocoon of quiet that felt both foreign and oddly comforting. For a moment, he couldn’t remember how he’d ended up here—only the faint throbbing in his head and the cool press of a damp compress against his forehead reminded him that something had gone amiss. He blinked a few times, trying to piece together how he got there. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. His head throbbed slightly, but the cool compress resting on his forehead was a welcome relief.

Just as he began to sit up, the door creaked open. The familiar figure of Jimin stepped in, a mix of worry and hesitation on her face. “You’re awake,” she said softly, walking over to his bedside. “You scared me, you know.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to.”

She sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting beside him. “You’re really bad at taking care of yourself, you know that?” Her tone was teasing, but the concern in her eyes was unmistakable.

Before he could respond, the door burst open again, and his friends barged in. “Dude, you seriously passed out?” one of them said, grinning as he approached the bed. “We thought you were just trying to get out of class.”

Y/N's eyes widened in panic, his mind racing with a dozen ways to salvage the situation. His heart pounded in his chest as he grabbed Jimin's arm, the action driven more by instinct than thought. "Get in!" he hissed urgently, his voice low and shaky. Before she could fully process what was happening, he pulled her into the narrow bed beside him, yanking the blanket over both of them in one swift motion. Beneath the covers, his pulse thrummed louder than ever, his mind grappling with the absurdity of what he’d just done. He swallowed hard, hoping this desperate move would somehow work, even as the warmth of her presence so close to him made it nearly impossible to think clearly. She let out a soft gasp as she found herself pressed against his chest, her face hidden beneath the covers. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Uh… are you okay, man?” his friend asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/N shifted slightly, tightening his hold on Jimin as he tried to act natural.

“Y-Yeah, just tired,” he said quickly. “You guys can leave now. I need to rest.”

Jimin squirmed slightly beneath the blanket, her slipper slipping off her foot. She instinctively scooted closer to him, trying to keep her balance. The small movement made his heart race, and he clenched his jaw to keep from reacting.

“You sure you’re okay?” his other friend asked, suspicious. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m fine!” he snapped, a little too loudly. “Just go!”

The friends exchanged a look but eventually shrugged. “Alright, fine. Rest up,” one of them said before they left the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

As soon as they were gone, Jimin shoved him lightly. “What was that about?” she hissed, her face burning.

“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t dragged me in here!” she shot back, her voice muffled by the blanket. Their whispered argument was interrupted when the door opened again. The nurse stepped in, a clipboard in hand. Both of them froze, holding their breath as the nurse walked over to the bed. The boy tightened his grip on the girl, pulling her closer as they hid beneath the blanket. The nurse checked his chart, muttering something under her breath before placing a hand on his forehead. “Still a bit warm,” she said to herself. “He’ll need to rest longer.” Before she could notice anything amiss, the door opened once more, and the P.E. teacher stepped in. “Hey, ready for lunch?” he asked casually. The nurse turned, smiling warmly. “Give me a second to finish up here.” The boy and the girl stayed perfectly still, listening intently as the conversation shifted. It quickly became clear that the nurse and the teacher were more than just colleagues. The nurse laughed softly, her tone playful yet intimate. “You’re late again,” she teased, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I told you not to keep me waiting.” “Couldn’t help it,” the teacher replied, his voice low and smooth. “You know I can’t say no to you.” The boy and girl’s eyes widened in horror as the tension in the room became palpable. The nurse stepped closer to the teacher, resting a hand lightly on his chest. “You’re lucky I’m forgiving,” she murmured, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. The teacher chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Am I?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. “Or do you just like having me wrapped around your finger?” “Maybe a little of both,” she admitted, her smile coy. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. The boy and girl under the blanket squeezed their eyes shut, their faces burning as the intimate moment played out just a few feet away. “You’re impossible,” the nurse said breathlessly when they finally pulled apart. “And you love it,” the teacher replied, his hand lingering on her waist. “Don’t forget to save me a seat,” she said, her tone light and affectionate, though her flushed cheeks hinted at the heat of their exchange. “Always,” he replied, his voice filled with a warmth that matched the lingering tension. He leaned in again, pressing a final kiss to her temple before heading out. The nurse took a moment to compose herself, smoothing her uniform before leaving the room as well. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the boy and girl in stunned silence. After a long pause, the girl finally whispered, “Did we… just eavesdrop on something we weren’t supposed to?” “Yeah,” he muttered, his face still burning from embarrassment. “Let’s never talk about it.” She giggled softly, the sound muffled by the blanket. “You’re blushing again.” “Shut up,” he grumbled, but there was no real malice in his tone.

Their whispered argument faded into silence as the blanket created an intimate cocoon around them. Her breath was warm against his neck, and he became acutely aware of how close they were. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of embarrassment, unspoken feelings, and the strange comfort of being so near.

The air beneath the blanket crackled like a live wire, thick with the heat of their stifled breaths. Years of sidelong glances, bitten-back confessions, and hands that always almost touched now coiled taut between them. Her cheek grazed his, a fleeting brush that sent a shudder through his spine. Closer. It was all he could think. Closer, closer, closer—

“Are you—” he began, voice ragged, but she cut him off with a sharp inhale, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t,” she whispered, desperate. “Don’t ask if I’m okay. Don’t… apologize.” Her lips hovered a hair’s breadth from his jaw, trembling. “Not when I’ve spent years dreaming about this.”

The confession hung in the air, incendiary. It shattered whatever fragile restraint remained.

He hesitated before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to… make things weird.”

“I’m fine,” she replied softly, though her voice wavered slightly. “Just… surprised, I guess.”

They locked eyes, the dim light filtering through the blanket casting soft shadows on her face. The way her gaze held his made his heart pound in his chest, louder than the hum of the air conditioner. He reached up hesitantly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The simple gesture made her breath hitch, and she leaned into his touch ever so slightly.

“Can I…?” he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Slowly, he closed the gap between them. Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and unsure at first, as if both were testing the waters. But as the seconds passed, the kiss deepened, raw and unrestrained, carrying the weight of years of suppressed emotions. His hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer as her fingers tangled in his hair.

He cupped her face, rough and reverent, thumbs tracing the flush staining her cheeks. Her name spilled from his lips like a prayer, a curse, a plea—hers, ragged and raw. She answered by crashing into him, fingers raking through his hair, nails scoring his neck as if anchoring herself to reality. Their kiss was less a meeting than a collision: teeth clashing, breaths ragged and shared, a feverish tangle of lips and tongue and muffled whimpers. It was messy, desperate, starving—a wildfire devouring every unspoken word, every stifled glance, every night they’d lain awake aching for this.

She arched against him, a gasp tearing free as his hand slid beneath her shirt, palm searing her lower back. “Finally,” she choked into his mouth, the word half-sobbed. “Finally, finally—”

He didn’t let her finish. He couldn’t. Years of restraint unraveled as he kissed her deeper, deeper, swallowing her tears, her laughter, the fractured litany of his name. The blanket slipped, cold air hitting their fevered skin, but neither noticed. The world narrowed to the scrape of stubble on her throat, the bite of her grip on his hips, the way she shook against him—not with fear, but with the seismic release of a dam breaking.

Her lips were warm and soft, moving in sync with his as they poured everything they couldn’t say into the kiss. Every brush of their lips, every stolen breath spoke of longing, of feelings that had grown quietly between them over the years. It wasn’t perfect—there were nervous giggles and a bump of noses—but it was theirs, raw and real.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads damp and pressed together, her sob-laugh echoed his own fractured breath. “Idiot,” she breathed, kissing the corner of his swollen lips. “You should’ve done that ages ago.”

He huffed a laugh, thumbs smudging the tears from her cheeks. “You punched me when I tried to hold your hand in sixth grade.”

“And you faked amnesia after we almost kissed at prom!”

“You remember that?!”

Her smile turned wicked, dangerous. “I remember everything.” She dragged him back in, nipping his lower lip. “Now shut up and make up for lost time.”

The world outside didn’t just fade—it burned away. There was only this: her sighs like scripture, his hands mapping devotion into her skin, and the delicious, delirious truth that this was just the beginning.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and each other. The nurse’s office, the world outside, everything else faded into the background. For the first time, they felt like they didn’t have to hide, like they could just be.

The confession had been years in the making, and now that it was out in the open, it felt like a weight had been lifted. They weren’t just childhood friends anymore—they were something more, something new and exciting. And as they held each other, they couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful.

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The next day, Y/N woke up feeling completely rejuvenated. His head no longer throbbed, and the lightness in his body was a far cry from the exhaustion he felt yesterday. As he got ready for school, a thought lingered in his mind: Was yesterday real? Or was it just a fever dream?

The memory of her face, her laugh, and… that kiss played over and over in his head, making his heart race. Shaking his head furiously, he muttered to himself, “Get a grip. You’re probably just overthinking it.” But even as he tried to focus on something else, the thought of her tugged at his mind. He had to know.

When he arrived at school, he immediately made his way to Jimin’s classroom. Peeking through the door, he saw her resting her head on her desk, her arms folded like a makeshift pillow. She looked unusually pale, and his stomach sank. He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, weaving through the desks until he reached her.

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching down beside her. “You okay?”

She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. Her face was flushed, and her usual lively expression was replaced by a dazed, tired look. “Oh… it’s you,” she murmured, her voice weak.

His concern deepened. “You’re burning up,” he said, placing a hand on her forehead. “Why didn’t you stay home?”

She quickly batted his hand away, her face turning redder—though whether it was from the fever or embarrassment, he couldn’t tell. “I… I’m fine,” she mumbled, sitting up straighter. But the moment she tried, she swayed slightly, forcing him to steady her.

“Fine, my ass,” he said, frowning. “Come on, let’s get you some fresh air.”

Before she could protest, he gently grabbed her wrist and helped her up. She stumbled a bit but managed to lean on him for support. He guided her out of the classroom and down the hall to the stairs, where it was quieter.

“Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the steps. She complied, slumping down with a sigh. He crouched in front of her, inspecting her closely. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she looked far more worn out than usual.

“You look terrible,” he said bluntly, though his tone was filled with worry.

She pouted, crossing her arms. “Thanks for the compliment,” she said sarcastically before looking away, her voice dropping. “I probably caught it from you…”

His eyes widened. “What? From me?”

She nodded, her face flushing even more. “Yeah. You were the one who got sick first,” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “This is your fault.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his own face starting to heat up. “I… I didn’t mean to…” he stammered, glancing away. An awkward silence settled between them until he blurted out, “Would it work if you… you know, transferred it back to me?”

She froze, her eyes snapping to his in disbelief. “W-What?!”

Realizing what he just said, his face turned scarlet. “I-I mean, like, you know… since you got it from me, maybe if…” He trailed off, waving his hands frantically as he struggled to find the right words.

Her mind quickly connected the dots, and her face burned even hotter. “A-Are you saying we should kiss again?!” she squeaked, her voice rising slightly.

“N-No! I mean, yes! I mean… I don’t know!” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I was just… never mind! Forget I said anything!”

She buried her face in her hands, letting out a muffled groan. “I can’t believe you just said that…”

“I can’t believe I said that either!” he shot back, equally flustered.

They both sat there, their faces burning as they avoided each other’s gaze. The awkward tension was almost tangible, and neither of them knew how to break it.

Finally, she peeked at him through her fingers, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at her lips. “You’re such an idiot,” she said softly.

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah… I guess I am.”

Despite the awkwardness, there was a warmth between them that neither could deny. And though they didn’t say it out loud, both of them were secretly wondering the same thing:

Would it really work?

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one for leaving- d.ricciardo

꩜ summary: something changes...

꩜ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

Daniel had always been around. 

Even as a child, you watched as he carved out his own immovable space in your life. He was persistent, he was fast, and he didn’t often take no for an answer. He was funny. Always laughing. Smarter than anyone realised. The first time he asked you out, he did it for your school formal, and he made a big sign, basically begging you to go. You never thought he’d liked you like that, and you were ecstatic. What followed was years and years of bliss. Years where you got to know him, learning every habit, every trait, every phobia, every fucking twitch of his lip, and what it meant. You pulled him out of McLaren, and you made it alright. You supported him at every race. You waited for him.  

So, you’d think you’d know him by now. You’d think you could… understand him, by now. Losing F1, it was hard, but you’d stood by his side, being the pillar of strength he needed, pulling him up by his bootstraps and reminding him who he was. Reminding him that he was Daniel fucking Ricciardo, and he had a lot more life to live beyond some silly cars. And that worked. 

For a while. 

Then reminders crept in, and the arguments started. You only wanted what was best, and you knew if he continued watching and staring and reminiscing, he’d be miserable. And you were right. A particularly bad day meant he told you your ideas for your (long overdue) wedding were stupid and silly, and you recoiled. He knew you were right to, and he knew this wasn’t your fault.

He just didn’t know how to tell you.  

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice cautious. That’s all you’d been for weeks… cautious. After the fight, Daniel had stepped away from you, and the distance was only growing. He sighed beside you. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Just busy these past weeks,” he shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. You fiddled with your ring. 

“Are you sure? If something’s wrong, you can tell me,” your voice was tender. More tender than he’d even heard it. He was quiet. “Please just let me back in.” 

Something snapped. He looked down, and you felt it. That terrible ache in your chest that had settled all those weeks ago finally opened, at the same time Daniel’s mouth did. “I don’t want to get married anymore,” he admitted, clasping his hands together as he evaded your gaze. It was almost pathetic. He was wearing a shirt you’d washed and ironed, he was sitting on a couch you picked out, having eaten food you’d prepared. 

And he didn’t want you. 

You nodded, attempting to soften the impact the lump in your throat would have on your voice. “Alright,” you slid the engagement ring off your finger and dropped it in his lap. “Anything else?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, emotions overtaking his voice. “I’m so sorry. You deserve so much more than this, than me.” 

You huffed, standing up. “Maybe that’s true,” you shrugged, picking up your plates and taking them to the sink. “But that’s not reality, and I hav- had you.”

“I just-” 

“I don’t really care for your explanation Daniel,” you sighed. “I’ll pack up my stuff during the week, alright?” 

“Alright,” he nodded, following behind you, stopping when he was just a foot away. “I’m sorry-”

“You don’t need to keep saying that,” you turned to him. “You don’t love me anymore, it’s fine.” 

“It’s not though, is it?” he mused, prolonging both of your suffering. “I’ve tried and I just… can’t. I don’t know why. I want to. I really want to, because I think you’re a great person. You’re funny, and you’re beautiful, you’re so smart, and fucking- I don’t know! I don’t understand why I can’t love you like I want to,” he crossed his arms, frustrated. “And it’s not because of you,” he assured you, but your self-confidence was already shot, so it didn’t matter, even if he’d blamed you. “I just… there’s something wrong with me.” 

“Sure,” you shrugged. “That’s fine.”

“Why are you so okay right now?” he asked.  You stared at him for a moment. Really stared. This would probably be the last time you’d see him upclose in real life. A sad smile made its way onto your lips, and you couldn’t hold back the tears in your eyes. “You’ve always been one for leaving Daniel, it was only a matter of time.”

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Valentine's Day with Bill.

18+ CW's underneath the cut(unprotected pinv, oral with female receiving, spanking, choking.)

Letting out a long yawn, I trekked farther into the airport, dragging my suitcase behind me. It had been a long week of visiting my family but now that the reunions were finished, I was beyond ready to head back home. 

Back to Bill. 

In the three years we’d been dating, we were used to being away from each other for weeks even months at a time due to his filming schedules. 

Pulling out my phone before I headed through security at the airport, I read the new text from Bill. 

Bill 🩶: I’m sorry, angel. I won’t be able to pick you up from the airport. But I can meet you at home.

My heart sunk to the depths of my stomach. All day I’d been looking forward to seeing Bill’s face as I stepped through the doors of the airport. 

Me: It’s okay, love. I can order an uber. I should be back home by 8. Maybe we can have a late dinner together? 

Bill 🩶: Already taken care of, angel. 

With a yawn, I adjusted my glasses as I stepped through the gate doors of the airport, dragging my bags behind me. There was a delay in taking off at the last airport, meaning I was now arriving in New York at 9 p.m. rather than 7 p.m. I had to buy Wi-Fi on the plane so I could message Bill to let him know about the delay. 

With my phone in one hand, I was about to order an Uber when my feet skidded to a halt at the sight in front of me. 

What a cheeky little…

Bill smirked as he held a bouquet of daisies. 

“Hi, angel,” he mused. 

I reached for the flowers and brought them to my nose, inhaling their scent, and then peered up at Bill. 

“I thought you couldn’t pick me up.” 

Bill brushed away a loose strand of hair from my face. “I sort of lied. I had plans to pick you up then take you out to dinner for Valentine's day but when your flight got delayed, I had to switch things up.” 

“So you’ve been waiting here for two hours?” I asked. 

“Worth it.” 

He shrugged before wrapping his fingers behind my neck to bring our lips together in a long overdue kiss. His tongue immediately molded against mine and I moaned into it, my hand sprawling over his chest. The material of his sweater felt warm underneath my palm and I let myself fall into him when his hands grasped my hips. 

“I missed you, Y/N,” Bill’s teeth grazed over my bottom lip. 

“I missed you too, love.” 

With his arm wrapped around my shoulder and other hand holding my bags, Bill led me out of the airport and towards his car parked in the parking lot. Once we were settled, he began the drive back home. I nestled into the passenger seat and let out a content sigh. 

“Tired?” Bill questioned with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on my thigh. 

“No, surprisingly. I thought I would be but I’m just happy to be back home.” 

He brought my hand to his lips to kiss along my knuckles. “I’m glad you’re back too.” 

For the rest of the drive home, I told him how the family reunion went while he told me what he did the last few weeks. Since he was busy filming a new movie, he couldn’t come to the reunion. 

As we walked down the long hallway to our apartment, another yawn slipped through my lips and I nearly stumbled. Bill chuckled as he wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest. 

“You should get some sleep, angel.” 

I frowned while burying myself into his sweater. “But it's Valentine's Day and I missed you.” 

His lips brushed along my forehead as we stopped in front of our door and he unlocked it. The darkness of our home escaped into the hallway as I stepped through the threshold and when I clicked on the lights, a gasp fell from my lips. 

Matching the daisies bouquet I had clutched in my arms, our entire apartment was littered. Music played softly as I noticed the steaming dinner plated on our kitchen island, candles lit and spread throughout. 

Turning on my heels, I gaped at Bill who leaned against the door with a smug smile. 

“What is this?” I asked, doing my best not to cry. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, angel. I had our neighbor set this up for me while we were on our way home. She had to warm up the dinner I cooked earlier but I promise it’s still good,” he said. 

Our neighbor, an older lady named Patty, was always willing to help us out when needed. 

My eyes widened. “Oh, I’ve been so busy with traveling that I didn’t have a chance to buy you anything.”

Bill pushed himself off the door and immediately cupped my face so I could look up at him. The hood of his sweater was still pulled over his eyes, dark tendrils falling into his face. 

“You know I don’t need anything. Just you, angel. But I wanted to do something special for you because you deserve it.” 

I left a firm but quick kiss on his lips, muttering against them. “Thank you, Bill.” 

He smiled while motioning behind me. “Come on, let's eat.” 

“Fuck, Bill,” I moaned when his tongue licked up the patch of skin his teeth grazed. 

My nails dragged down his bare chest, leaving red marks along his skiin as he continued to slam his cock into me, the couch beneath us scraping along the wood floors. 

“So tight. I missed you,” he groaned into the crook of my neck as his hips stilled. 

I knew he was close but also knew that he didn’t want it to end yet. What started as a nice romantic dinner turned into a heavy make out session on the couch. Neither of us could wait any longer and needed to be connected once again. 

His fingers brushed along the folds of my pussy and I shook with the feeling as he slowly dragged his cock all the way out, only leaving the tip inside. 

“Bill,” I whined while raising my hips. “Please.” 

His teeth dragged along my nipples. “Please what?” 

I raked my nails through his hair and yanked back causing Bill to let out a loud hiss. “Fuck, angel.” 

“Stop teasing me and fuck me, Bill. Please.” 

My screams echoed throughout the apartment when he buried his cock deep within me again, his pace becoming ruthless. But our position on the couch wasn’t the greatest, I needed to be able to feel him even deeper. We couldn’t make it to the bedroom when we first started and there was no way I was going to stop this now. 

Bill could tell I needed something different because with one strong arm, he lifted me from the couch to carry me over to the kitchen table. I squealed in delight as I writhed in his embrace. 

“What are you doing?” I asked as he made me lean back. 

He brushed back the sweat slicked hair from his forehead and licked his lips. “I need a taste of you.” 

With a tight grip on my thighs, he spread my legs wide apart before he knelt between them. The warmth of his tongue sent shockwaves to my entire system as he lapped up the remnants of my previous orgasm he gave me on the couch and I arched off the table when he began sucking on my clit. 

“Shit, Bill. I’m going to-.” 

With two fingers spearing me wide open before pumping in fast succession and his mouth sucking on my sensitive clit, I let the shock of my orgasm tear through me with such a force that it nearly took my breath away. 

“Such a good girl,” Bill mused while laying a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “I missed the way you taste.” 

I only had a few minutes to breath before he was yanking me off the table to now stand on my feet. He patted my ass. 

“Lean your hands against the window,” he nodded towards the patio door. 

“What-?” I shuffled on my feet. 

Bill’s lips attacked mine in a ravenous kiss and when he pulled away, he brushed my arousal off of his lips with his thumb. 

“Be a good girl, Y/N, and do what I say,” his voice was as dark as his eyes. 

Not wanting to disappoint, I quickly made my way over to the patio door that led out to our balcony and rested my palms against the glass. Thankfully we shut off all but one of the lights so no one would be able to peer up into our apartment and see what we were doing.

"Keep your hands on the window," he demanded and then yanked my hips back to him so I was bent over. 

Nodding furiously, I spread my hands against the window of the patio door when his cocked slipped inside of me again, his name falling off my lips in a prayer. 

“That’s right, pray to me,” Bill rasped as he bit down on my shoulder. 

One arm wrapped around my stomach while the other tightened around my throat to bring my chest against his back, this new angle making my vision blurry. It felt so good, the burn, and Bill knew how bad I needed it to hurt. 

He squeezed until I felt the air being ripped away from me, his cock slamming into me with no sign of stopping. He never held back and I never wanted him too.  I needed it to hurt, needed it to burn, that I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

When I felt the darkness creeping to the corners of my eyelids due to how tight he was gripping my throat, I let out a choked moan. 

“Safe word?” he muttered into my ear before kissing the skin behind there. 

Although his voice was soft and concerning, the way he fucked me was completely different. 

I did my best to shake my head with his tight grip around my throat. “Keep. Going. So. Close.” 

Bill eased his grip a bit so I could take a deep breath before he tightened it again. My orgasm was so close, I just needed a little something to have it wash over me. As my hand moved to my clit, Bill smacked my ass, the sound echoing through our apartment. Instead, his thumb pressed circles against my clit and that was exactly what I needed to let my orgasm finally release from the tightness of my body. I came with such vigor on Bill’s cock he groaned into my hairline. 

“Such a good girl,” he praised while letting go of the vice grip around my throat. 

Gulping for hair, I nodded. “Yes.” 

Nails dug into the skin of my hips as Bill’s pace became even more frantic, him chasing his own release, and I was so far gone in my post orgasmic haze that I nearly didn’t hear the two words he said. 

“Wh-what?” I stuttered. 

Bill’s hips stilled for a beat before he let out a deep, guttural groan when he spilled his warm release into me. 

“Marry me.” 

Before my body could fall into a heap to the ground, Bill lifted me to sit me on the edge of our kitchen island. His large hand cupped my cheek so I had no choice but to gaze upon him. His pupils were blown wide due to our actions and his chest rose and fell as he did his best to catch his breath. His warm cum dripped down my legs onto the cold marble beneath me but I didn’t dare think about the mess. I only thought about those two words. 

“What did you say?” I asked, still breathless. 

“Marry me,” Bill said again without an ounce of hesitation. 

Everything around us seemed to fall away, the eerie quiet of the apartment now ringing loudly in my ears. My heart beat loudly in my chest that I could feel it in my throat when I realized how sincere Bill was. This wasn’t a joke, he meant those words. 

As if he thought I was doubting him, he ripped open our junk drawer in the kitchen to pull out a small velvet box and my breath caught in my throat. 

“Fuck, you’re serious?” I choked out. 

Bill smiled wickedly as he opened the box, the light above the kitchen sink catching the diamond almost instantly. The gold band was thin but the oval shape of the diamond almost sat perfectly against it. 

“With you, Y/N. I’ve never been more serious about anything,” he said. 

My throat burned in the best way. Never in this lifetime did I ever expect to have such a romantic Valentine's Day. Guys in my past never gave a shit so to have Bill go all out was something I wasn't used to but knowing he loved me so much made my heart swell. 

I began to nod wildly. “Fuck yes!” 

With a laugh, Bill collided our lips together in a fever kiss before reluctantly pulling away to slide the ring onto my finger.  wrapped my legs around his naked form to bring him closer to me and I hung my arms around his neck. We were still naked and the cool air from the open window chilled my heated skin.

“Now that we’re engaged, I think we need to celebrate,” I waved the hand with the ring in front of his face playfully. 

He grasped it to leave a kiss upon the ring. “Say no more, angel.” 

My squeals bounced off the walls of our home as Bill carried me into our bedroom to start our engagement celebrations. 

[littleredwing89]

FAMOUS [PART THREE]

Bodyguard!Jason Todd x Singer!Reader

Summary: There was something about the way the dim light softened his features, made his usual tough-guy exterior seem more approachable.

Warnings: None really. Building tension between you & Jason.

A/N: So here is a very-very-VERY long overdue part 3 - Wooo!! 💛💛 if it makes you all feel better - I have completely written this story (40k words approx) so I’ll just post 1 or 2 chapters a week for you. I’m sorry this took so long my loves 😘😘 - sending all my love & please enjoy the next chapter - I really hope it was worth the wait.

Elle xoxo ❤️❤️❤️

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HARDER THAN NECESSARY

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The apartment was eerily quiet, the soft hum of the city beyond the window the only sound filling the space. You tiptoed across the hardwood floors, your oversized college sweater hanging loosely on your frame, hoping to make it to the door without disturbing the brick wall of a man currently asleep down the hall.

Just as your fingers brushed the doorknob, a loud click echoed through the room.

“Freeze,” Jason’s deep, gravelly voice commanded, his gun trained on you in an instant. His eyes were sharp, scanning you for a threat before recognition dawned on his face.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, raising your hands slowly. “Slow down, cowboy.”

Jason cursed under his breath, quickly holstering the gun. “Shit. Why are you sneaking around your own house?”

“Because!” you snapped, not wanting to admit why you were really sneaking out. The idea of telling him you were trying to repay him for the burger and chips he got you last week was… embarrassing, to say the least. “I am… I just…”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Why are you dressed sketchy?”

“It’s comfy, sue me,” you huffed, tugging at the hem of the oversized sweater.

“Don’t tempt me,” Jason muttered, crossing his arms and planting himself between you and the door like the human wall he was.

“Look, just go back to bed,” you sighed, trying to push past him. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

But Jason didn’t budge. “You’re not going out.”

“Yes, I am,” you shot back, frustration bubbling up. “Alone.”

Jason’s expression darkened, his body language shifting from casual to protective in an instant. “No—I’m going with you. Let me just get a jacket.” He reached for his brown leather jacket draped over the kitchen barstool.

“No!!” you blurted, panic rising in your chest. You hadn’t planned for him to come along. “I’ll be fine! I do this all the time on my own! I really don’t need an escort.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed as he grumbled, “This is why Mr. Sionis hired me. You can’t do this shit alone anymore—it isn’t safe.”

“Roman’s an overprotective idiot,” you muttered, arms crossed over your chest. “He doesn’t know the half of what I do.”

Jason sighed, clearly losing patience. “We either go together, or you don’t go at all.”

You looked down at the floor, knowing you were defeated. All you wanted was to repay Jason’s kindness from before, but now it felt like the universe was against you. Keeping your emotions in check, you let out a long breath. “I’m not used to this…” you muttered.

Jason softened just a little, sensing your frustration. “Let me go with you. I’ll pay. If we pretend it’s a date, people are less likely to even recognise you.”

Your face flushed pink at his suggestion. “What?!”

Jason fumbled, his own face heating up. “Just—just pretend! Look, I’m here to stay, okay? Mr. Sionis wants you safe, so we should probably get to know each other better. I mean, I am living in your box room down the hall.”

You shot him a look. “It’s not a box room—I gave you a room with a nice view of Gotham.”

Jason smirked, clearly amused. “You’re deflecting.”

With a dramatic sigh, you threw your hands up. “Fine. But I’m driving.”

Jason tossed you his keys, surprising you. “Don’t scratch it. I just got it fixed up.”

You smirked, twirling the keys in your hand. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt your baby.”

Jason’s face flushed slightly as he looked away. “You better not, or you’ll be paying for her next paint job.”

You grinned mischievously. “Her? Does she have a name, tough guy?”.

Jason ignored your teasing, shrugging on his jacket. “Come on—I thought you were hungry.”

Stifling a laugh, you headed out the door, calling back over your shoulder, “Yes, sir.”

Jason bit back the smile threatening to spread across his face, trying to ignore the way that “sir” made his stomach twist in a way it definitely shouldn’t.

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The diner was quiet, the low hum of neon lights flickering above as you and Jason sat across from each other in one of the old booths. When the food arrived, Jason reached for his wallet, but before he could pull it out, you quickly slipped your card over the machine with a smug smile.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Jason grumbled, clearly caught off guard.

“I know,” you replied, giving him a teasing smile. “But it’s nice to repay the favor, y’know?”

Jason gave you a rare, small smile. “Thanks.”

You nodded, a little flutter of satisfaction warming your chest. “However, if I’d known that, I would’ve ordered more,” Jason teased, leaning back in his seat.

You rolled your eyes, playfully scoffing. “Jerk.”

“Eh, sue me.”

You tried to focus on your food, but your eyes kept drifting back to Jason as he casually leaned back in his leather jacket, looking more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. There was something about the way the dim light softened his features, made his usual tough-guy exterior seem more approachable.

Jason noticed you staring and raised an eyebrow. “What? Is there something on my face?” He wiped at his chin, checking for stray ketchup.

Flushing red, you shook your head quickly. “No! No… sorry, I just zoned out. I was thinking about a new song I’m working on.”

Jason smiled, the edges of his lips tugging upward. “Yeah, I heard some of it last night. Or, well, early this morning.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh shit, sorry—I didn’t realise the noise carried that far down the hall.”

Jason shrugged, his smile still lingering. “It’s not a complaint. It sounded great.”

You were about to say something in return, something sweet and appreciative, but Jason—being Jason—slurped his drink loudly through the straw, completely killing the mood. You furrowed your brow, muttering, “Mood kill.”

Jason looked at you, confused. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said with a sigh, glancing at the clock. “We should probably head back.”

——

The drive back to the apartment was quieter than usual, but not uncomfortable. Jason had his elbow resting on the car door, his other hand draped casually on his thigh, looking out at the city lights. You glanced at him every now and then, trying to shake the lingering thoughts of how natural it felt having him beside you.

As you stopped at a red light, you couldn’t help but ask, “So, you really heard me working on the song last night?”

Jason nodded, glancing over at you. “Yeah. You’re good. Like… really good. You’re not just some pretty face in a band.”

You felt your face heat up. “Thanks, but you don’t have to say that just because you’re protecting me.”

“I’m not,” he said, his tone more serious than you expected. “I mean it. You’ve got talent. Don’t let Roman’s overprotectiveness make you forget that.”

The compliment caught you off guard. Jason wasn’t the type to throw praise around carelessly, and hearing it from him made it feel different. More genuine. You smiled, turning back to the road as the light turned green. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Jason shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable with the sentimentality. “Yeah, well… don’t get used to it. I’ve got a tough reputation to keep.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, the sound filling the car. “Sure, big guy. I’ll keep your secret.”

The rest of the drive passed quickly, and soon enough, you were pulling into the underground parking lot of your building. You killed the engine and sat there for a moment, neither of you moving to get out.

Jason was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat. “You really didn’t need to sneak out earlier, y’know. I get that you like your independence, but… I’m here to help. You don’t have to do everything on your own.”

Your hand hesitated on the car door handle, his words sinking in. He wasn’t just talking about tonight. He was talking about more than that—about your habit of handling things solo, even when it wasn’t safe. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the help… It’s just hard to adjust to having someone around all the time. I’m used to taking care of myself.”

Jason watched you carefully, his voice softer than before. “I get it. But you don’t have to anymore. Not with me.”

You glanced over at him, meeting his steady gaze. The sincerity in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. It was as if he wasn’t just saying it because it was his job—he meant it, and that scared you a little.

“Thanks, Jason,” you said quietly, feeling the weight of his words.

He gave a small nod, reaching for the door handle. “Come on, let’s get inside before Roman tracks us down.”

As you both stepped out of the car and made your way toward the elevator, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you. It wasn’t just the professional relationship anymore. It was different…in a good way.

When you reached your apartment, you turned to face Jason before unlocking the door. “Hey,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thanks for tonight… and for everything.”

Jason gave you a half-smile, his eyes softening just slightly. “Anytime, princess.”

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im nayeon x fem!reader

summary: there’s no point in hiding, she already knows.

cw: hs!au, smuttt, mentions of killing, cursing, nayeon is soso jealous, men dni

wc: 2.7k

a/n: this took forever to come out i’m sorry!! but jealous/possessive/toxic nayeon.. i need you…

“wait, so you’ve never gone anywhere without letting her know first?”, your friend was appalled at hearing how nayeon kept tabs on you at all times.

“no, never. i always have to call her first and tell her exactly where i’m going and when i’m gonna be back home. it’s fucking ridiculous.”

you were beyond frustrated with your girlfriend’s possessive nature and borderline stalking.

“well.. except for today.”

“holy shit?? she doesn’t know you’re here? what if she kills you..” your friend’s eyes widen at her sudden realization, “what if she kills me??”, she points at herself and watches as you smack your forehead and lean back against her couch, cackling at her ridiculous question.

“mia, she’s not gonna kill you, relax. she’s just a little protective.”

honestly you were trying to convince both her and yourself. there was always a small possibility that your girlfriend could actually kill somebody.

you knew how carried away she got when it came to you.

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nayeon was the captain of the cheer team. the popular superstar who ran the social scene at school. she was always getting hit on by random boys and no matter how many times she rejected them, they always came back desperate for more.

people basically kissed the ground she walked on, willing to do anything to please her and make her fall for them. it was an honor to get even a second of im nayeon’s attention.

you however, couldn’t care less even if she was in the same class as you.

in your 6th period physics class, being able to have nayeon as a lab partner was like a dream come true. boys would swarm her desk like bees immediately at the mention of a partner lab, but you never understood the big deal behind it.

of course you thought nayeon was pretty.

her daily pinked-out outfits, perfectly styled hair, not too heavy makeup, and the skin-tight cheer uniform she wore every friday. everything she wore accentuated her proportions insanely.

she was beautiful, but losing your mind over her like everyone else was just pointless to you.

you had one person you were willing to be friends with out of the whole class. mia.

she was just like you. normal and not nayeon obsessed. the two of you always stayed towards the back of the room and kept to yourselves. nayeon noticed that.

well more specifically, nayeon noticed you.

she noticed the way your hair was always a little messy, your oversized shirts always had a little wrinkle to them, your pants were always too baggy, and your worn out converse were caked in with dirt and childhood memories.

she could fix you.

when nayeon first approached you about her overdue homework in the halls, you acted as if she was bothering you instead of granting you the privilege of her presence. it wasn’t the usual interaction she would have with somebody.

unlike the rest of the school, you were the only one able to make eye contact with her and not fold in half.

for the first time, nayeon could have a genuine conversation with someone without being treated like a celebrity.

you were special to her. and she wanted you all to herself.

when you two started dating, word spread around like wildfire. everyone wanted you dead.

the football team threatened you everyday, calling you a lowlife loser and confidently describing the ways they would steal nayeon away from you.

it’s not like you were worried about nayeon being “stolen” from you. it was bound to happen given her popularity. but nobody knew that it was actually nayeon who was worried about you being stolen from her.

she was terrified of losing the one person who could actually love her for who she is and not just what she looks like.

nayeon was worried about one person in particular. your friend, mia. you were always oblivious to the fact that she had a slight thing for you.

the subtle touches here and there, the way she complimented you, the way she looked at you. it was all just platonic to you, but to nayeon, she was a threat.

now imagine how she feels when she finds out you’re suddenly at mia’s house. alone with her.

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there was a random movie playing in the background while you both sat on the couch sharing a blanket, talking about your girl problems.

mia listened to you with a heavy heart, knowing she could definitely treat you better than nayeon can.

“is she just protective or is she crazy..? i mean you deserve to go places without her knowing your whereabouts 24/7 right? it’s your life, you can do whatever you want. if i was your girlfriend, i wouldn’t be so fucking insane.”, mia was disappointed at how long you’ve had to put up with this.

“hey, she’s not insane okay, it’s all just new to her.. the whole authenticity thing with another person. she doesn’t know how to handle it yet.”

you were slightly offended at mia’s harsh words about your girlfriend, but you agreed with her nonetheless. it was draining having to constantly tell nayeon where you were all the time.

a sudden buzz on your phone made you jump and freeze at the fear of facing your reality.

nayeonie 🎀 1m ago i’m outside.

“what is it, y/n?” mia asked with a hint of concern in her tone, seeing how your demeanor changed.

“she’s.. outside.”, your heart dropped reading your girlfriend’s text, scrambling your brain together to figure out how she tracked you down.

“what do you mean she’s outside??”

“i don’t fucking know, mia. okay?! she just found out somehow, and now she’s fucking here.”, you didn’t mean to yell at her, but your anxiety overtook you.

“i have to go.”

you threw the knitted blanket off your legs and grabbed your bag, racing out the door without saying another word.

nayeon’s car was parked along the curb and her almost illegally tinted windows blocked you from seeing her face.

you slowly walked towards her car, clutching your belongings tightly. a weak attempt at stopping your heart from beating out of your chest.

when nayeon was angry, it was like a flipped switch. she became explosive and aggressive.

but surprisingly, when you opened the door, nayeon kept her eyes straight ahead. she didn’t say a word to you. she had her left arm hanging loosely over the top of the steering wheel, and her right hand gripping the gearshift, fingers tapping a frantic beat.

you were afraid to break the silence. the atmosphere was suffocating and filled with nayeon’s concealed, but obvious irritation.

“how.. how did you know where i was?”, your leg bouncing restlessly and your voice hoarse from nervousness.

nayeon didn’t respond and that only worried you even more. usually she would be screaming in your face about something like this, but today? pure silence.

“nay.. answer me? please?”, you turned to look at your girlfriend and saw her stoic expression. you hated this. you would rather just hear her go off on you instead.

“i’m sorry for not telling you, okay? i just needed some space.”

nayeon slammed down on the brakes and your whole body jerked forward. your mouth fell open, shocked and unable to form any words. you were just glad it was a secluded road with no cars behind.

“space? you just needed some fucking space?”

nayeon stared daggers into your soul, her eyes darkened by her jealousy.

she pulled over to the gravelly side of the road, taking her key out and clicking off her seatbelt.

somehow she appeared on your right side in the blink of an eye, yanking the door open and forcefully grasping your arm.

nayeon peeled you out of the seat, simultaneously opening the backseat door with one hand. she guided you forward until you reached the perfect spot for her to shove you down into the hard leather.

you winced at her roughness and caressed your head in pain, composing yourself enough to sit up and scoot yourself back against the window.

“thought you could just go to some other bitch’s house and i wouldn’t find out hm?” nayeon slid into the seat behind the passenger’s and slammed her car door shut.

she was smiling like an absolute psychopath. her face contrasted her words drastically between her soft tone and bared teeth.

“was the ‘space’ you needed in her bed? huh? needed some space between your fucking legs?”

nayeon surveyed the skimpy clothes you wore, messing with the thin fabric of your skirt.

“you even dressed up all nice and pretty for her baby. you were tempting her weren’t you? hm? just wanted her to see all your pretty parts?”

nayeon rubbed her warm hands along the length of your legs to the insides of your thighs, squeezing them lightly on the way up.

“please can we just talk about this, nay. i don’t wanna fuck right now.”, you were trying so hard to fight back the urge to give in when you felt your girlfriend’s hand get dangerously close to your clit.

nayeon hummed and moved her hands up to your waist, rubbing her thumbs over whatever was exposed from your tight crop top.

“but there’s nothing to talk about, is there, pretty girl? you knew this would happen. you knew i would find you.”

nayeon moved to the middle of the seat and grabbed your legs, pulling you over to straddle her lap. her hands flew to your ass, rubbing and grabbing at your flesh under your skirt, making you whine.

“nayeon, i’m serious. i’ve never told you mia’s address before, you’re fucking scaring me.”, your hands wrapped freely around her neck, feeling her warmth radiating against your fingertips. your faces were impossibly close together in her cramped car and your lips grazed each other faintly.

she smiled at you again. “i have my ways, sweetheart.”, nayeon leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you talk to me.”

you weren’t going to deny the fact that you were unbelievably horny right now, you just wanted to clear the air beforehand.

“i don’t think you have much of a choice in this position, angel.”

throwing your head back in annoyance was a bad idea.

nayeon took that opportunity to attack your pulse point with her soft lips and wet tongue.

her arms held your body tight against her, locking you in with no escape.

your whiny moans only gave nayeon the primal urge to nip and suck on your perfume soaked skin.

she kissed her way down your throat to bite the point of your shoulder and ran her tongue back up to your ear, whispering in a deep, raspy voice that sent chills down your spine.

“g’na mark you all up for that desperate little bitch to see exactly who you belong to.”

bruises and bite marks immediately formed on every inch of your neck, evidence of your girlfriend’s sadistic message to mia.

nayeon shifted her hand underneath your skirt and palmed your pussy through the damp fabric of your cotton panties, cooing and mocking you for being turned on by her teasing.

she kept one arm wrapped around your lower back, her middle finger tracing circles lightly around your clothed clit.

soft moans escaped your lips and you found yourself subconsciously grinding against nayeon’s hand.

“aw, is my pretty baby getting all needy for me? does she need me to fuck her that bad?”

you nodded your head and whined in nayeon’s ear, trying your best to sound as sweet as possible.

nayeon’s lips made contact with your neck again, sinking her teeth into your flesh, driving you absolutely crazy.

she quickly moved your panties to the side, giving herself free reign to make you feel good.

she ran her fingers through your slit a couple times before inserting herself inside you slowly.

nayeon’s fingers were long. everytime you compared hand sizes, the length of them next to yours triggered the most sinful thoughts in your mind. the way she could palm your full asscheek with one grab drove you crazy with need.

the tips of her two fingers kissed the deepest part of your cervix when she bottomed out inside of you. she kept her movements still and allowed you some time to adjust to her length.

you let out a drawn out moan and brought your own hand down to grab at nayeon’s wrist.

nayeon pulled out of you slowly, staring at you with nothing but lust in her eyes.

when she left your pussy feeling empty, you mewled and gave her your best puppy eyes, pleading for her to continue fucking you with her stupidly long fingers.

“please.. just fuck me already, please baby, ‘need you..”, your hips chased her fingers in search of your own pleasure, but to no avail. nayeon just tsked at you and gripped your hip to stop you from squirming.

“you know what i want, sweet girl.”

it took you a moment to realize what she was asking for, but you quickly remembered how much nayeon liked to watch you fuck yourself on her fingers.

you nodded and sank yourself down slowly onto nayeon’s digits, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. you forced your eyes to stay open, letting out short, breathy moans.

“that’s it baby, that’s my girl.”, nayeon praised you as you moved your hips in a rhythm, riding her fingers and pressing your forehead against hers.

“just keep looking pretty like this for me. fuck.. all for me. you’re all mine, right baby?”

your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could tell that nayeon’s gaze never left yours. her tongue running across her lips, licking them to keep herself together.

she helped you out by thrusting her fingers in sync with your movements, matching your pace. your clit landed perfectly on her flexed palm every time you lowered your core back down.

“yes, fuck- ‘m all yours nay- only yours.”

nayeon could tell you were getting close when she felt your walls tightening around her and your pace getting sloppier.

“yeah? you mean that?”

“mhm, fuck- nobody else can fuck me like this. god, you feel too good-“

you were so, so close to cumming. the built up pleasure in you was ready to release, but nayeon had a different idea in mind.

hearing you reaffirm that you were hers made it incredibly hard for her to control the urge to just fuck you senseless, but she didn’t want you to have that sweet release. not after the stunt you pulled. you were just lucky she was even touching you right now.

nayeon snatched her fingers out just when you were at the edge of your high, steadying you with both hands back at your waist.

“aw, did my dumb little baby really think she was gonna cum after she tried to be sneaky like that? poor thing..”, she was taunting you now by slapping your clit harshly, knowing it would make you finish anyways.

you gripped at nayeon’s shoulders, bunching up the sleeves of her shirt in your hands and hiding your face in the crook of her neck, mumbling out small apologies in between choked whimpers.

nayeon heard another alert ring on your phone. you were too fucked out and tired to be aware of it, so she hugged you with one arm and leaned forward to reach for your phone in the cup holder up front.

she typed in your password and went to your messages to see a text from her.

mia 🧸 2m ago u good?? hope ur gf didn’t get jealous or wtv lmao

your “gf” laughed at mia’s audacity, tapping the camera icon next to the message bar.

“smile for the camera, baby.”

nayeon lifted your head off her shoulder and adjusted the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead with sweat, angling the phone to capture every freshly purple mark she left on your neck and your cutely flushed face.

you heard the sound of the photo being sent and looked down to see nayeon with a big smile on her face, typing something along with it.

“ 'd you really have to do that, nay?”, you shook your head at her while wiping the sweat off your top lip.

“it’s either this, or i kill her and her whole family.”

and she meant every word.

[nothingbutroublex]

I want to be so fucking pregnant that I’m angry about it.

It’s mid august, you come into our room after putting our other children to bed. I’m laying there, a week over-due, gravid and heavy, fans blasting at me from every angle because I’m so pregnant I can’t stand the heat.

“They’re both asleep,” you whisper, carefully watching your every tone to make sure you don’t disturb me. My eyes flutter open and fill with tears. “Get this fucking baby out of me,” I beg, tears dripping down my checks.

You smirk a little bit and try to hold back from laughing, slowly shaking your head. “Baby, you know the last two didn’t come for weeks after your due date..” you slowly make your way over to the bed, lean down to grip my heavy belly. “You know just as well as I do, this one’s not coming for a while. I can’t do anything about it.”

I break into a sob, shaking my head. “Please, please at least try, I am so fucking pregnant.”

You listen to my words carefully and lean back, really realizing how true they were. I am beyond pregnant, my body is at its breaking point, my belly so swollen it doesn’t even look humanly possible, my engorged tits dripping with milk because you got me pregnant immediately after the last one and I’m still breast feeding.

“I’m sorry, love, but you know you probably have a couple of weeks left, nothing we try has ever worked..” you say quietly, leaning back down to rub my heavily pregnant belly gently.

I growl, reach up and grab the back of your neck, tears tears streaming down my face. “I need you to fuck me until my water breaks. Now.”

You chuckle a little bit and move your hand down to my swollen pussy, which is already dripping in anticipation. “I can try, but you know as soon as you push this one out, I’m just going to fill you with another..” you start to rub tiny circles around my swollen clit, and my hips start to buck at just that gentle movement. Pregnancy has made me so horny.

I let out a loud sigh and shake my head “stop touching me, just fucking get this baby out of me.” You roll your eyes and easily throw me into position, even though I’m so heavily pregnant, your strong arms have no problem throwing me around. I’m now on my hands and knees, my belly so big and heavy it’s pressing into the mattress and leaving a heavy indent, even being on all fours. You slowly undo your belt and drop your pants from behind me. “Baby, this won’t work. You’ll be pregnant for atleast another week or two and I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” you mumble before slowly slipping your hard cock into me, letting out a gasp. “Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so much better when you’re this over due…” you slowly slide your cock in and out, knowing if you go and faster, you’ll blow your load immediately and I’ll be even angrier.

You reach down and grasp my aching, heavy belly with both hands. “God baby, you’re so fucking pregnant…” I let out a sign of relief as you lift up the weight, nodding slowly. “I know. Get this fucking baby out.” You laugh a little, continuing to stroke my belly as you thrust your cock in and out.

“Actually, I think I’ll keep you like this a little longer… let’s see how far overdue you can go this time…”

[cocosvalentine]

Crisis Averted

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis. it was meant to be a simple day of relaxation but you work for Rafayel so days like this don’t exist the only solution is putting him in his place but it seems he enjoyed it more than you wanted him to

Pairing. Reader x Rafayel

Content. sub Rafayel, dom reader, teasing, degrading, oral fem receiving, object insertion, edging, overstimulating, pet names, dacryphilia, sexual content, breeding ( if you squint ), SMUT, NSFW, uhhh idk what else el oh el :3

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           A soft hum leaves your lips as the sound of smooth jazz fills the room. You moaned in delight as you dipped your body further into the comfort of the warm bath. Finally, a day off which was long overdue. With an increase of wanderers and protecting or rather looking after Rafayel, your body was beyond sore and needed to relax. But it was shortly interrupted by the sound of a familiar ring. “Fuck” you groaned under your breath as you grabbed your phone. “Hello,” the word came out more angered than you had hoped. “I’m sorry to interrupt you on your day off it’s just I haven’t been able to get in touch with Rafayel; he’s even gone and locked himself in his studio. We have an important meeting with a buyer but he’s been acting out and I need your assistance” you groan at the news that Thomas shared about Rayafel's recent outburst. 

           “I’ll be right over” The water splashes around you as you reassure him that you’ll settle the matter with the stubborn artist. You hear a sigh of relief from the other hand as he sings praises to you but it doesn’t help quell your anger of your relaxation being interrupted. You quickly get dressed as you rush over hoping to settle this quickly. Using the spare key Rayael gave you, you slam open the door spooking Rayafel in the process. “Damn it Thomas” he mutters under his breath as he lifts his gaze to meet yours. He quickly looked away a clear pout placed on his face. 

           “Are you going to tell me what this is about or do I have to force it out of you Rafayel” You see the way his body shivers at the sound of his name leaving your lips. “It’s none of your concern” he simply says trying to ignore how your eyes stare deep into his soul. “Oh? If that was the case I wouldn’t be called here on my day off all 'cause you wanna be a brat isn’t that right” your tone is cold as you speak slowly approaching him. Rayafel remains on the ground his paintbrushes surrounding him and dry paint litter the floor. “You could have simply ignored his call” he crosses his arms as he speaks his pout deepens but his eyes never once waver from their position on the ground. 

           “Hmm, how long do you plan on looking at the ground my eyes are up here” he flinches at your word as his eyes slowly raise to meet yours for a mere second before looking away once more. “Rafayel I’m sure I’ve made it clear that I expect full eye contact when we speak” he ignores your words as his eyes studies the floor. His breath hitches as a pained whimper leaves his lips at the harsh feel of you tugging his hair. Your nails dig into his scalp as he stares deep into your eyes the only noticeable emotion is anger. 

           “It’s Thomas's fault…I already told him I had no plans on selling the painting but he went behind my back and…” His words are cut off as you release your grip pushing him back down. “Yet you can’t respond like a grown man, instead you're in here sulking like a little brat who got his candy stolen. I don’t care what's going on between you and Thomas, what I want to know is how you're going to make it up to me for ruining my day off” he scoffs at your words as he crosses his arms upset at being blamed for something he had no part in or so he believed. “Hmm, it seems I haven’t made myself clear. Either you lose that fucking attitude before I fuck it out of you. Or perhaps you want me to strap you to your bed again and edge you like the little whore you are” A blush emerges on his face at your words. 

           “Thats not fair I’m not even the one who called why am I being punished” hr argues as you roll your eyes in response. “You decided to be a little brat, you decided to lock yourself in your studio, your actions started all of this so the next thing I expect out of that whore mouth is ‘I’m sorry ma’am’ Do you hear me Rafayel” you watch as he grinds his teeth a blush embracing his face as he stares at the ground. “I’m sorry” he whispers those words hardly loud enough for you to hear. “What was that I can quite hear you” you taunt before pressing your heels against his crotch. He inhaled sharply at the feel of your foot pressing harshly against his crotch. “I’m sorry ma’am” The words came out in a strangled breath it was clear he was trying to bite back a moan. “Hmm, I'm not sure if you truly mean that, strip” he jerks his head up at your command. 

           He quickly looks away as he slowly stands. You watch as he strips at a teasingly slow pace. “It would be wise to hurry up, I don’t have all day” As those words leave your lips he quickly rushes to discard the rest of his clothes. You scoff at the sight of his cock throbbing and leaking. “Fuck you really are a pathetic little whore, I didn’t even do much and you're already dripping. Are you really that needy for me to use you like the whore you are” he continues to avoid your gaze as you circle him but the way his cock twitches seems to give you the answer you desire. Grabbing his cock a stifled whine leaves his lips, “Aww what happened you were so ready to bite back after every word” he bites his lips further at your taunting words. 

           Letting go of his cock you reach down and grab his belt, “Hands behind your back” you smirk watching how quickly he listens to your command. Wrapping his belt around his wrist you make sure to tighten it before pushing him to the ground. You turn him onto his back using your heels as you press it against his chest. He looks up to you his eyes so full of need, begging for you’re touch. You trail your foot down towards his cock pressing it harshely as a startled cry leaves his lips. You press down further watching how his back arches and his eyes begin to tear up. Fuck did he look perfect. 

           Lifting your foot you bring it closer to his face as you press it against his lips, his tongue quickly darts out as he begins to lick and suck at your heel. You chuckle at the sight you hardly needed to commend him when he was so desperate. “On your knees” you order as you remove your heel from his lips. He rises to his knees his hands tied behind his back as he looks up at you awaiting his next order. He watches you slightly confused as you pick up a few items. Kneeling before him you grab his cock causing a whimper to leave his lips. His eyes widened watching how you place a make-shift cock ring with his shoe tie. He whimpers at the tight and restricting feeling but he can’t deny how good it made him feel. 

           You push him down a bit as you sit behind him, you watch how his hips tremble at the feel of your salvia dripping onto his ass. Stroking his cock you gather a bit of his precum before mixing it with your saliva. Soft moans leave his lips as he watches patiently wondering what you had up your sleeve. “I do hope you remember this is a punishment” you taunt watching how his eyes widen at the sight of the paintbrush in your hand. A choked gasp escapes his lips as he feels you pushing the paintbrush into his ass. His body trembles feeling the foreign object push deeper into his aching hole. “Ma-ma’am this f-feels strange” he whined before feeling another insert him this one was much thicker. 

           Heavy pants left his lips as you continued to push more inside him stretching him more than he thought was possible. “Hmm is this really all you can fit” your words are cold as you scoff in annoyance. “Make sure none of them fall out unless you want me to stuff more of them inside” he whimpers at your words before giving a weak yes ma’am. “On your knees” you order he slowly rises to his knees as tears stream down his face. Grabbing hold of his cock he watched with blurred eyes as you press a thin paintbrush into his cock. A faint gasp leaves his lips as his back arches. 

           More of his precum leaks out as you continue to push the paintbrush deeper. His eyes widen as loud moans leave his lips. His breath becomes heavier as he feels a strange sensation. His body trembles the need to cum is overwhelming. “T-take it out…I wanna cum please take it out” You scoff at his words as you squeeze his cock tightly. “Are you telling me what to do?” you squeeze tighter as you speak. “Wasting my time with petty actions and now you think you can boss me around, oh Rafayel you haven’t learned a single thing” you taunt as you begin to stroke his cock.

           His hips buck begging for more pleasure but it was almost painful. The need to cum was overwhelming. “Oh fuck fuck” he whines as he feels you toy with the thin paintbrush while stroking his cock. “If you're a good boy you won’t come until I say so” he whines in response as he bites his lips. A loud cry spills from his lips as you nearly pull out the paintbrush. His cock shudders as more precum leaks out. Minutes passed as you continued to edge him, he was becoming overstimulated as the time passed. 

           A sharp gasp left his lips as he felt you twirl the thin paintbrush around in his cock. Choked moans struggle to escape as he bucks his hips begging for more. Drool seeps down his face as his eyes roll back. “Thats not good this is meant to be a punishment, Rafe, but here you are whining like a dog in heat fucking pathetic” he whines at your words but he continues to chase the pleasure. “W-wanna cum” he lets out in a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure. “Please I-I can’t an-anymore” he whines as more tears stream down his face. 

           You giggle at the sight of Rafayel red in the face, eyes filled to the brim with tears and drool leaving his lips. “Aww does my little pup feel good” You taunt as he struggles to let out a proper sentence, broken moans leave his lips his blurred eyes focusing on the way you pushed the thin paintbrush into his cock. “Only good boys get to cum, if you beg properly maybe I’ll let you cum” You wondered if he heard you properly he clearly was overwhelmed by the pleasure. His mind was dazed from the pleasure but the pain of not being able to cum was torture. Whimpers left his lips as he bucked his hips upwards begging for more. “Pl-please I wa-wanna cum ma’am pl-please” he struggled to let out as another loud moan left his lips. 

           His breath was heavy as he felt you push another paintbrush into his ass. He was full to the brim but he couldn’t help how much he wanted more. The pleasure from both ends was overwhelming for his mind. Tears streamed down his face as he continued to beg. “Fuck please I wanna cum I wanna cum I wanna cum” He repeated the phrase over and over again his desperation leaking through it only excited you further. “Aww does my little pup wanna cum, but only good boys get to cum and you haven’t been a good boy” Your taunting words were followed by a deep chuckle at the way Rafayel sobbed. 

           His desperation was enticing he was a blubbering wet mess begging to be used. “I-I’ll be a good pup I swear pl-please wa-wanna cum” he begged through rigged breaths as his eyes followed your movement. You stood up before removing your panties and tossing them aside. “If you wanna cum so bad then I’ll give you three minutes to make your master cum” he hardly let you finish as he latched his mouth to your dripping pussy. You bite your lips feeling him sucking on your clit in a desperate attempt to make you cum faster. Grabbing onto his head you pushed his head deeper into your cunt loving how his tongue fucked you. “Good boy, making your master so proud” you mewled as your breath quickened. 

           Soft moans left your lips as you road his tongue, licking your dry lips you can’t deny you were close. Rafayel knew every spot that could bring you close to the edge. “Oh fuck” you whine as your fingers reach down towards your clit rubbing it as you threw your head back. Loud moans began to leave your lips, “Fuck Rafa-Rafayel, oh fuck yes right there baby” you whined feeling your climax approaching. A loud cry leaves your lips as your climax crashes down like waves. You whine as Rafayel drinks it all. You pull away staring down at his cum covered face. Catching your breath you lean down gently toying with the thin paintbrush. You slowly pull it out before pushing Rafayel down onto his back. 

           You straddle him as you aligned his cock with your cunt. “I’m not one to go back on my word and you’ve been a good boy so you desire a little reward” he whines in response as he watches his cock despires inside your warm walls. Soft pants leave his lips as you bounce on his cock, “Wanna cum inside your master?” he nods his head desperately at your question. “Go ahead cum inside be a good pup and breed your master” he arches his hips to meet your movement before you know it his hot cum is spilling deep inside you. 

           He cries out loudly as he cums, and you continue to ride him. You come to a steady pace before stopping completely. You slowly rise as his cock slips out your cunt, “You’re not done, shouldn’t you clean your master and thank me” You stare down at the tired men as you utter those words. He slowly rises as he opens his mouth, you watch as he licks his cum from your cunt. “T-thank you ma’am” he whimpers clearly out of breath. Before you can speak you hear the sound of your phone ringing. 

“Hey is everything settled?” Thomas's voice fills the room as you turn to stare at Rafaeyl. “Hmm yes, he’ll be there shortly don’t worry I already dealt with his little outburst” you replied as Thomas thanked you over and over. “It’s no problem always happy to help,” you said in a cheery tone.

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not used to this so be kind first love and deepspace fic and second fic overall hope ya enjoy :3

[dindjarindiaries]

Catch My Breath

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. You're okay." / "I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care for you." / "Well, I do feel better now that you're here."

main masterlist • prompt masterlist

You smiled so wide it made your cheeks hurt as you finally saw the door to your flat come into view. A trip that was only supposed to be two days had turned into three, nearly four, and you were long overdue for a reunion with Din. He might have enjoyed solitude, but not when it was forced—especially not from an injury.

But you weren't letting that Darksaber burn get anywhere near a blaster fight.

You tightened your grasp on your travel pack as you stepped up to the door and scanned to unlock it. Expecting Din to be asleep, given the late hour, you stepped inside quietly and and kept your excitement and relief tucked away as best you could.

Din, however, wasn't asleep. Instead, he was standing from a seat in the open living area, his brown eyes focused solely on you as the door slid closed behind you.

You grinned from ear to ear. "Hey." You set your travel pack on the floor and made your way over to him. "You should be asleep, you know."

Din swallowed hard. You could see his jaw working and his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so. Your brow furrowed before he even managed to speak. "I know."

His voice was rougher than usual, as if there were a bundle of sharp needles trapped within his throat. You continued to step closer and gave him a once-over. "Are you okay?" Your stare fixated pointedly upon his left thigh. "How's your burn?"

Din had his hands on your shoulders as soon as you were close enough for him to set them there. He was giving you the same kind of once-over, though his gaze was quicker, more frantic. His grasp on your shoulders pulsated. "Are you okay?"

You bit your cheek and nodded. "I'm fine. Not a scratch one me." You tapped your holster. "I barely even had to use this."

Din sighed, and though the sound was supposed to be relieved, it was ragged. The concerned knot in your chest tightened even as Din eased you into his embrace, a gesture he didn't initiate often. You still let yourself smile as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the warmth of his neck and the softness of the tunic he wore. Even just the smell of him calmed you down.

You both wallowed in the sweet silence spent holding one another as long as you could. Din's voice was muffled by your head when he finally he spoke. "You didn't answer your comm."

Your eyes, which had fallen closed, snapped open as you lifted your head to look at him. "It never went off."

Din blinked at you. "I tried to comm you every day." He added the next part under his breath as his stare slid away from yours. "Multiple times."

Your heart split right down the middle as you offered him the best apologetic glance you could muster. "It must be broken. I'm so sorry." You nodded and lifted your chin in earnestness. "I'll get a replacement on my next supply run. Promise."

Din returned your nod, but when his stare met yours, you could tell he wasn't really seeing you. He wasn't really here at all. He wasn't present in the moment, and his mind was far beyond the bounds of your flat.

It was only then that you realized his hands, which were now pressed upon the small of your back, were trembling. You set one hand upon his chest for stability and placed the other against his cheek.

"Hey." You ran your thumb under his eye, as if the motion would somehow bring him back to this room, to you. "What is it, Din?"

His heart was hammering underneath your hand, and his breathing was only becoming more and more labored. You glanced down at his leg to see if that was the cause, but Din was standing on it just fine.

"I'm..." Din sounded as if he was going to continue with the word "fine," but thought better of it. His eyelids fluttered closed before he reopened them again. "I think I just... need to sit down. Catch my breath."

Din withdrew his hands from your back, forcing you to do the same as he sat back down on the seat behind him. He folded his trembling hands together and rested his elbows against knees, his head lowering as he attempted—and failed to—steady his breathing.

You went into action without second thought. You hurried to the kitchen area and prepared a cup of water. "Have you had anything to eat or drink today?" You huffed to yourself as you also grabbed a small bite for him to eat. "You barely do even when I'm here nagging you about it."

Din didn't say anything in response. You glanced at him over your shoulder and noticed he had since let his head fall fully into his hands. You quickened your work and brought both the water and the food over, setting it on the closest table and taking the empty space beside him.

"Have you been sleeping?" You lifted a hand to his back and rubbed soothing circles upon it. Din still didn't, or couldn't, answer. "You must be exhausted."

Din finally moved. One of his hands reached out and found your thigh, and you were quick to set your free hand over it. He held you tight, but not enough to hurt you.

Then his eyes shot open as he sat up more and looked at you, but all you could see was panic.

And Din never panicked.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. You're okay." You nodded as you lifted your hands to the sides of his face. You lowered his forehead to yours, grounding him back to you. "And so am I."

Din's hands wrapped around your wrists, his breathing shallow. After his touch pulsated a few times, he tried to speak. "I can't..."

"I know." You kept your hands where they were even as you stood and set yourself upon him, minding the covered wound on his left thigh. Din welcomed you there, his arms wrapping tight enough around your waist to wed your entire front against his own. You ran one of your hands through the hair at the side of his head as your lips brushed against his ear. "I'm safe. You're safe. Everything's okay."

You waited patiently as Din finally started to catch his breath. He wasn't an anxious man, he never had been, but after leaving the child with the Jedi... that had changed. If you were being honest with yourself, though, it had really started to change the moment he finally started to open more of himself up to you.

Once Din had composed himself enough, he faced you and began to speak. "I'm sorry." His tone was thick with embarrassment. You frowned. "Being alone gave me a lot of time to worry about you."

You cradled his face and furrowed your brow at him in severity. "You don't ever have to apologize for something like this." Your gaze flickered to your belt. "Especially when it was my fault." You nodded at him for further reassurance. "I should've been checking in on you as it was, and I definitely should've noticed that it was broken."

Din softened, but then he deflated, as if his last remnants of strength were giving out. He then spoke words you had never heard from him before, nor ever expected to. "I was terrified. I thought something had happened to you. I don't know what I would do if that were true."

His gaze searched yours, and the warmth was beginning to return to his brown eyes the more he did.

"I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care for you."

You smiled softly, despite the guilt you were now shouldering. "I'm so sorry for putting you through that."

Din shook his head. "Don't be." He pressed his nose against yours and closed his eyes. "You're okay, and that's all that matters. Right?"

"Right." You caressed his jaw. "And so are you." Your tone became more inquisitive. "Right?"

Din reopened his eyes, even managing a small smile as his hands—no longer trembling—cupped your thighs. "Well, I do feel better now that you're here."

You huffed, letting your smile of relief, amusement, and strong affection melt against his as you kissed away his pain and worries the best you could.

[bonbonly]

bon you can’t ask us for narsty thoughts, i’ve just been rotating the idea of college!jenson in my mind since you mentioned it the other day. no thoughts beyond would….

okay this is LONGGGG overdue now that i think about it

bon's thoughts (18+)

college!jenson button is the type of guy that all the girls know to stay away from, not because he's a bad person - no in fact, he's the sweetest guy and he's extra sweet when he's made up his mind to fuck your pretty tight cunt.

everyone knows about his reputation, every girl knows that he's only there for sex but no one's going to stop him, i mean come on now have you seen his face? there are people gossiping about him, whispering rumors they heard about him from the girls that were lucky enough to have his cock shoving his cum deep inside their creamy pussies.

and the stars might've aligned almost immediately when he sees you walking down the hallway after lecture one day, your ass bouncing under that skirt. he's following you from a distance, noticing the way you look a bit distracted and much to his luck, you drop your textbooks on accident and bend down to pick them up.

"oh fuck," he groans under his breath, his hands aching to reach out and knead your soft flesh. he rushes to stand besides you, crouching down to help you with your things as he flashes you a smile, "hi, im jenson! you new here?"

"yeah, i am! was it that obvious?" you snicker. of course it was obvious, a cute dumb little thing like you all lost and bending down like that waiting to grab any man's attention. he's so focused on wanting to shove you against the wall and fuck you in front of everyone that he doesn't realize you've been yapping to him for a while, asking him the same question again and again.

"uh, uh im sorry?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, "can you repeat that?"

"do you take intro to oral communication?" you ask, "its a GEP i have to take but i can't really speak things properly, much less for a speech in front of everyone."

he grins widely at your words, already picturing the sight of you in his bedroom on your knees with his cock deep inside your mouth, lips all plump and swollen and tits covered in his cum with tears spilling down your cheeks.

"i took it last year," he smiles, "and i'm always down to help if you want, why don't i give you my number and address yeah? you can come over tomorrow."

you nod your head eagerly, pulling out your phone completely unaware that your pussy was going to walk out the next day stuffed with 3 rounds of his cum and he might be cheeky enough to get you a butt plug so everyone knows for sure who you belong to from now on.

[caelivir]

hi! for ur event cld i request a brothers best friend!iwaizumi and lovesick by laufey to the aux pls? femreader pls! tysm!! 💗💗

now playing: lovesick by laufey

fun fact: this was my 12th most listened to song of 2024 like i was obsessed w it. sorry this took a little too long. i rewrote this so many times like i don't think you understand how much i was struggling w this.

content. iwaizumi x fem!reader, snuck in fwb, angst if we squint, mentioned/implied boombayah time, reader queen of assuming, no beta | wc. 800+

you wake up to morning sunlight peaking through the curtains and the subtle rattling of the window that accompanies the november winds. you immediately register an arm draped over your waist. the memories of last night suddenly wash over you, making you stiffen as you recall them.

you shift in your bed, the blankets and sheets rustling as you do so. you flip over, facing the man who makes your heart ache and flutter all at once. his arm brushes your skin as you adjust.

you feel it start again, the beat in your chest picking up when your eyes fall on iwaizumi. a ghost of a smile passes through your face as you take in his peaceful, sleeping expression. the rise and fall of his chest matches your own.

the sun’s golden rays paint his features in a way that makes him look more beautiful than he already is. you soak in every detail; the length of his lashes, the slope of his nose, his lips that are chapped ever so slightly.

iwaizumi is a sight for sore eyes.

it’s pathetic how quickly you fell for him, even when the core of your relationship calls for it to mean nothing. but how could you not? he’s caring beyond your comprehension, respectful to everyone, and supportive when you need it. you’ve never adored someone as much as you adored him.

however, you’re certain iwaizumi doesn’t feel the same way. you know that there’s a part of him that holds you as his best friend’s little sister. you think that’s why he leaves in the morning, because staying makes it more than it should be.

yet for some strange reason, he’s still here today. you don’t know why. that in itself makes your heart pound.

before even realizing it, your hand finds his face, cupping it gently, as if to check that he’s real. the moment your skin touches his, he stirs, eyes squeezing before fluttering open. you nearly pull back, the embarrassment hitting you, but the sleepy grin that graces his face is enough for you to decide otherwise.

“g’morning.” iwaizumi mumbles groggily, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm.

“you’re here.” you answer and regret instantly. that’s not what was supposed to spill out of your mouth. bringing it up only sparks the conversation you’re unprepared to face.

“yeah.” he responds, already aware of what you’re insinuating.

you swallow the lump in your throat. your eyes catch the hints of olive green swirling in his irises. for what seemed like ages, neither of you dared to speak. the silence engulfs the room until iwaizumi breaks it. “we need to talk. it’s… long overdue.”

you know it is, but this can only go one of two ways. this arrangement continues, or it ends. only one ensures that you don’t accidentally end up pushing iwaizumi away.

“let’s call it quits.”

iwaizumi blinks. his eyebrows come together like what you’ve said is the most confusing thing in the world. “what?”

“c’mon iwa, we both know doing this was a mistake. not to mention tooru would freak if he found out-”

“he already knows.” iwaizumi reveals.

this time it’s your turn to blink. your jaw falls open as your eyebrows scrunch. “what?!”

“i told him.”

you sit up abruptly. the blanket falls to your lap, and your quick to pull it back up to cover your chest. the panic is evident in your voice as the questions pour out of your mouth. “why on earth would you do that? are you nuts?”

iwaizumi groans as he uses his arm to force himself up. “i’m grateful that he’s in argentina because i’ve never seen him so angry in my life. believe me, if he could, he would’ve reached across the screen to strangle me.”

“if he knows, then why hasn’t he said anything to me?” you ask.

iwaizumi looks down at your hand. his finger twitches as if he longs to grasp it. “i asked him not to.”

“he willingly he agreed to that?”

“after he heard what i had to say, yeah, he did.” iwaizumi runs his tongue over his lips, nodding. you watch his fingers inch closer. they graze against yours until his own warmth engulfs them. he brings his eyes up back to you.

you swallow, steadying your breath before speaking. “and what’d you tell him?”

“…that i’ve fallen in love with you.”

in that moment, the heavens open up. the sky sings. the words you’ve only dreamed of hearing materialize into reality.

“i know you said you want to end this,” iwaizumi brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “and if that’s what you want, then we can do that.” he leans closer, kissing your forehead. “let’s start over properly, but i won’t let you go. not now. not ever.”

“iwa…”

iwaizumi cups your cheek. he brushes away a tear that had escaped your eye. “what do you say, sweet girl? let’s give us a shot?”

[wonyowonyo]

Between Us (A. Yujin x M! Reader)

This one is actually a request that is long overdue, this was suppose to be posted earlier but I messed up and accidentally deleted the Ask of the anon requester. So if you're reading this anon I'm really sorry TOT. Anyways let's get started! Hope you enjoy this one.

Life as an idol was a whirlwind of practice, performances, and public appearances. As a member of the popular boy group Zenith, you have experienced it all—the adoration of fans, the pressure of maintaining a perfect image, and the relentless demands of the industry. Despite the chaos, you loved every moment, especially because it had brought you closer to someone special: Yujin from the girl group IVE.

You and Yujin had first met at a music show where both your groups were performing. During the chaos of backstage preparations, you had accidentally bumped into her, almost knocking over her makeup kit. Apologizing profusely, you had helped her gather her things. Yujin had laughed it off, her warm smile instantly putting you at ease.

"It's okay, really," she had said. "These things happen."

From that moment, a friendship had blossomed. Despite your busy schedules, you found time to support each other, often running into each other at award shows, music festivals, and variety programs. You admired Yujin's dedication and talent, and she appreciated your kindness and sincerity. Slowly but surely, your feelings for her grew, and you couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of rehearsals, you received a message from Yujin.

Yujin: Hey, do you have a moment to talk?

You smiled at your phone, glad to hear from her.

You: Of course. What's up?

Within minutes, Yujin called you. Her voice, though usually full of energy, sounded tired and strained.

"Hey, are you okay?" you asked, concern evident in your tone.

"I'm fine, just exhausted," she admitted. "Sometimes it feels like there's no end to all the work, you know?"

You understood all too well. "I know exactly what you mean. But remember, you're not alone. We all go through it."

"Thanks," she said softly. "It's good to hear that. By the way, are you free this weekend? I was thinking it might be nice to take a break and hang out, just the two of us."

Your heart skipped a beat. "That sounds great. I'd love to."

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On Saturday, you met Yujin at a cozy café tucked away from the bustling city. It was a place where you both could relax without the fear of being recognized by fans. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft music playing in the background.

Yujin was already seated when you arrived, her face lighting up as she saw you. You joined her at the table, and for the first time in a long while, you both let go of the pressures of being idols.

"I ordered your favorite coffee," Yujin said with a smile.

"Thanks, you always remember," you replied, touched by the gesture.

As you chatted about everything from music to hobbies, you noticed how comfortable you felt around her. Yujin had a way of making everything seem lighter, her laughter infectious and her presence soothing. You cherished these moments, knowing how rare and precious they were.

"Have you ever thought about what you'd do if you weren't an idol?" Yujin asked suddenly.

The question caught you off guard. "I guess I haven't really thought about it. This life is all I've known for years. But maybe I'd do something related to music, like producing or songwriting. What about you?"

Yujin pondered for a moment. "I've always wanted to travel, see the world beyond the stages and studios. Maybe I'd become a travel blogger or a photographer."

"That sounds amazing," you said, imagining her exploring exotic locations and capturing beautiful moments.

There was a brief silence before Yujin spoke again, her tone more serious. "Do you ever wonder about what it would be like to date someone in the same industry?"

Your heart raced at the unexpected question. "Sometimes," you admitted, trying to gauge her expression. "It would be difficult, with all the secrecy and the scrutiny from the public. But it could also be really special, having someone who understands what you're going through."

Yujin nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I've thought about it too. It would be nice to have someone who truly gets it."

You looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of what she might be feeling. "Yujin, is there something you want to tell me?"

She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty before she finally spoke. "I… I've been thinking about us. We've become really close, and I can't deny that I have feelings for you. But I'm scared, scared of what it could mean for our careers and our friendship."

Your heart swelled with emotion as you reached out to take her hand. "Yujin, I've felt the same way for a long time. I care about you deeply, and I've been afraid too. But I believe that if we both want this, we can make it work. We'll face whatever challenges come our way, together."

Tears glistened in Yujin's eyes as she squeezed your hand. "I want to be with you, more than anything."

With those words, the weight of uncertainty lifted, replaced by a sense of hope and determination. You both knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but you were ready to face it together.

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In the weeks that followed, you and Yujin navigated the delicate balance of your secret relationship. You cherished stolen moments, meeting in private places where you could be yourselves without the prying eyes of the public. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but the love you felt for each other made it all worthwhile.

During a particularly busy month of promotions, you found solace in each other's company. Despite the grueling schedules and the constant pressure, knowing that you had Yujin by your side made everything more bearable.

One evening, after a successful performance at a music show, you managed to steal a few moments alone with Yujin in a quiet corner of the backstage area. Her smile was radiant, and you couldn't resist pulling her into a hug.

"You were amazing out there," you whispered, holding her close.

"So were you," she replied, her voice filled with pride. "I'm so proud of you."

As you held her, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness. It was in these moments that you realized how much you cherished your relationship, how much you needed her.

"I wish we could always be like this," Yujin murmured against your chest.

"We will be," you promised, kissing the top of her head. "No matter what happens, we'll find a way to be together."

However, the reality of being idols soon caught up with you. Rumors began to swirl, fueled by fans who noticed the subtle interactions between you and Yujin. The pressure to keep your relationship a secret intensified, and you both knew that it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

One day, as you were preparing for a concert, your manager approached you with a serious expression.

"We need to talk," he said, leading you to a private room. "There are rumors about you and Yujin. They've started to gain traction, and the company is concerned."

Your heart sank at the news. "What are we going to do?"

The manager sighed. "For now, we need to deny everything. Focus on your work, and avoid any situations that could fuel the rumors. We can't afford a scandal right now."

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. But as you walked back to the dressing room, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread. The thought of losing Yujin, of being forced apart by the industry, was unbearable.

That evening, you met Yujin in a secluded park, far from prying eyes. She looked worried, her usual brightness dimmed by the weight of the situation.

"I heard about the rumors," she said quietly. "What are we going to do?"

"We'll deny everything," you replied, taking her hands in yours. "But Yujin, I don't want to lose you. We'll find a way to make this work, no matter what."

She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "I don't want to lose you either. We'll be careful, but we have to stay strong."

In the days that followed, you and Yujin maintained a facade of normalcy, focusing on your work and avoiding any interactions that could draw suspicion. It was a difficult and painful period, but you held onto the hope that you would get through it together.

As the months passed, the rumors slowly died down, replaced by new scandals and gossip. The industry moved on, and you and Yujin breathed a sigh of relief. But the experience had left its mark, making you both more cautious and aware of the challenges you faced.

Despite the hardships, your love for each other only grew stronger. You found solace in the moments you could steal away together, in the quiet conversations and the shared dreams of a future where you could be open about your relationship.

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One evening, after a particularly grueling day of rehearsals, you and Yujin met at your favorite spot in the city—a secluded rooftop garden that overlooked the twinkling lights below. It was a place where you could be yourselves, away from the pressures of the idol world.

As you sat together, the cool night air wrapping around you, Yujin rested her head on your shoulder.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we could be open about us?" she asked softly.

"All the time," you admitted, running your fingers through her hair. "But I believe that one day, we will be. We'll find a way to make it happen."

Yujin looked up at you, her eyes filled with hope and determination. "I believe that too. We'll make our own path, no matter what the industry says”

You smiled, feeling a surge of determination. "Exactly. We just need to be patient and stay strong. We have each other, and that's what matters."

As the night wore on, you both talked about your dreams and aspirations, about the future you hoped to build together. The conversation flowed easily, and the connection between you deepened. You felt a sense of peace and happiness that you hadn't experienced in a long time.

In the weeks that followed, you and Yujin continued to navigate the challenges of your secret relationship. You became experts at hiding your affection in public, communicating through subtle gestures and stolen glances. Despite the difficulties, the bond between you grew stronger, and you found comfort in knowing that you had each other's support.

One day, while you were at a photoshoot, you received a message from Yujin.

Yujin: Can we meet tonight? There's something I want to talk about.

You: Of course. Same place?

Yujin: Yes. See you at 8.

As the day went on, you couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation. You wondered what Yujin wanted to discuss, hoping it was something positive. When the photoshoot finally ended, you quickly made your way to the rooftop garden, arriving a few minutes early.

Yujin was already there, leaning against the railing and gazing out at the city lights. She turned as she heard your footsteps, a smile spreading across her face.

"Hey," she greeted you warmly.

"Hey," you replied, walking over to her. "You wanted to talk?"

She nodded, her expression turning serious. "I've been thinking a lot about our situation. I love you, and I don't want to hide it anymore. I know it's risky, but I believe that we can handle whatever comes our way."

Your heart raced as you took in her words. "Are you sure? The backlash could be intense, and I don't want you to suffer because of me."

Yujin reached out and took your hands in hers. "I'm sure. We've been careful for so long, and I think our fans deserve to know the truth. Besides, I don't want to keep living in fear. I want to be able to hold your hand in public, to support each other openly."

You felt a swell of emotions, a mixture of love, fear, and hope. "I want that too. If you're ready, then so am I. We'll face this together."

She smiled, a look of determination in her eyes. "Together."

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In the days that followed, you and Yujin prepared to go public with your relationship. You discussed the best way to approach the situation, deciding to make a joint statement through your respective companies. You knew that the announcement would come as a shock to many, but you hoped that your fans would support you.

The day of the announcement arrived, and you found yourself filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement. As you watched the statement go live, you held Yujin's hand tightly, drawing strength from her presence.

"We're in this together," she whispered, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

The response was immediate. The news spread like wildfire, and social media was flooded with reactions from fans and the media. While there were some negative comments, the overwhelming majority were supportive, expressing happiness for both of you.

As the days passed, you were relieved to see that the backlash was not as severe as you had feared. Your fans rallied around you, showing their love and support in countless ways. The industry, too, began to adapt, recognizing that love and relationships were a natural part of life, even for idols.

With the truth out in the open, you and Yujin finally felt a sense of freedom. You no longer had to hide your affection, and you could openly support each other in your careers. Your relationship flourished, and you both grew stronger, both as individuals and as a couple.

One evening, as you sat together in your favorite spot, you looked out at the city lights and reflected on your journey. You had faced countless challenges, but you had done so together, and that made all the difference.

"I'm so proud of us," Yujin said softly, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Me too," you replied, wrapping your arm around her. "We've come a long way."

She looked up at you, her eyes shining with love. "And we'll go even further. No matter what, we'll always have each other."

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "Always."

As you held Yujin close, you knew that your love would continue to grow, transcending the obstacles that came your way. Together, you were unstoppable, and the future was yours to shape.

[acourtofthought]

I feel like it's so easy for Lucien's story to get lost in the chaos of the main characters arc but when you pull apart what Sarah has given us for him it's wild to me that anyone doesn't think he could be possibly be next:

ACOWAR:

Tamlin just shook his head, loathing simmering in his green eyes, and walked past. Not a word. I looked at Lucien in time to see the guilt, the devastation, flicker in that russet eye.

Lucien wasn’t foolish enough to beg for forgiveness. That conversation, that confrontation—it would take place at another time. Another day, or week, or month.

Helion was the last of the High Lords to arrive. I didn’t dare look through the ruined doorway to where Lucien now stood in the sitting room, close to Elain’s side.

ACOFAS

His jaw worked as he studied the fire. Fire. His mother’s gift. Not his father’s. Yes, it was Beron’s gift. The gift of the father who the world believed had sired him. But not the gift of Helion. His true father. I still hadn’t mentioned it. To anyone other than Rhys. Now wasn’t the time for that, either.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” Before I could object, he said, “You ruined any chance I have of going back to Spring. Not to Tamlin, but to the court beyond his house. Everyone either still believes the lies you spun or they believe me complicit in your deceit. And as for here …

“Tamlin sent it to our manor yesterday,” Lucien hissed. “My clothes. My belongings. All of it. He had it sent from the Spring Court and dumped on the doorstep.”

I didn’t quite feel guilty enough to warrant apologizing for it. Not yet. Possibly not ever. “Why?” It was the only question I could think to ask. “Perhaps it had something to do with your mate’s visit the other day.” My spine stiffened. “Rhys didn’t involve you in that.” “He might as well have. Whatever he said or did, Tamlin decided he wishes to remain in solitude.” His russet eye darkened. “Your mate should have known better than to kick a downed male.” “I can’t say I’m particularly sorry that he did.” “You will need Tamlin as an ally before the dust has settled. Tread carefully.” I didn’t want to think about it, consider it, today. Any day. “My business with him is done.” “Yours might be, but Rhys’s isn’t. And you’d do well to remind your mate of that fact.”

ACOSF

Cassian ignored him, and asked Lucien, “How’s the Spring Court?” Lucien’s face revealed nothing of how Tamlin and his court fared. “It’s fine.” Cassian didn’t know why he’d expected an update regarding the High Lord of Spring. Lucien only gave those in private to Rhys.

“But Tamlin is already hanging by a thread. You and Lucien have made it clear that he’s barely improved this past year. Learning of Feyre’s pregnancy might make him crumble again. With a new war possible and Briallyn up to her bullshit with Koschei, we need a strong ally. We need the Spring Court’s forces.”

“No. But we need to summon Lucien,” Azriel said, just a shade tightly, as if he didn’t like it one bit. “We need to tell him the news, and permanently station him at the Spring Court to contain any damage and to be our eyes and ears.”

“I would like to remove myself from the Mask’s odious presence, and perhaps enjoy your palace, Rhysand. It’s been a long while since I was in a place of such quiet. If you’ll allow it, I’ll stay here for an hour or two.” “Something bothering you at home?” Rhys inquired, falling into step beside the High Lord.

“How’s the Spring Court?” Nesta asked. Lucien’s jaw tightened. “How you’d expect.” Tension rippled through the room, confirmation that Tamlin had heard the news of Feyre’s pregnancy. From Lucien’s grim face, she knew he hadn’t reacted well.

It seems long overdue to resolve the fallout between Lucien and Tamlin, the downfall of the Spring Court and the reveal that Helion is Lucien's father and that's not even accounting for the control he's been maintaining over his bond despite the struggles he's felt because of it.

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OMG! imagine a spencer x reader where they are super flirty and the team goes out to the bar and they finally kiss!!!

Late Nights and Long Overdue Conversations

Spencer Agnew x Reader

A/N this is a sort of short one but it’s sweet and simple. i struggle so hard with ranting flirty banter but i also find it so funny because everyone tells me i have a flirty personality. I will be switching back to writing these in the format of using ‘you’ instead of ‘they/them’! I will continue to make these gender fluid friendly for all of my pals though:) also, thank you so much for the support here recently??? I got a notification saying that I reached over 500 likes and that is fucking insane to me. I cannot thank you guys enough for reading these and showing them love<3 i love you guys loads!

Also, remember, I’m ass at editing these. So, overlook the mistakes.

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The week had been beyond stressful for everyone. Everyone was constantly in shoots from 7am-7pm, working nonstop. There were photoshoots going on, video shoots, announcements going up for different kinds of merch, literally everything you could think of. It was finally Friday and a few people from the office decided to go out to this bar, that is near the office. Erin, Chanse, Angela, Courtney, Spencer, Trevor, Arasha, Shayne, and Y/N all stood on a sidewalk, waiting to enter the bar.

“Is she coming or not?” Chanse asked looking around at everyone.

Amanda had agreed to come as well but somehow disappeared before anyone had the chance to talk to her.

“I’m not sure, shoot her a text and ask.” Angela said looking over at Chanse, who stood between Trevor and Shayne.

“Actually, don’t. I just got a text from her.” Courtney said giggling and holding her phone up. “She says, “Have a great night. Sorry for disappearing but I was ready to get home, get my ass in bed in comfortable pjs, drink some wine, and watch this new true crime documentary I found.” She also sent this picture.” Courtney holds up phone up for everyone to see and everyone just laughs and shakes their head at Courtney. It was a photo of Amanda sitting in bed with a huge wine glass, looking like that stereotypical aunt that is the drunk at family get togethers.

“Hey, Y/N. It looks like you don’t have any competition tonight.” Erin mumbled in your direction while elbowing you and wiggling her eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” You ask confused.

Everyone looked in your direction and just chuckled. “Amanda is always going on about how attractive Spencer is. Now, you can take her place for the night and tell him yourself.” Erin said, shrugging her shoulders and stepped into the bar with everyone following.

You just tried to brush her comment off but the end of her sentence really stuck with you. “You can just tell him yourself.” Something about Spencer really is hitting differently tonight. He isn’t wearing a hoodie for once. He was wearing a striped short sleeve with a jean jacket and corduroy pants. He always looks adorable whenever he’s wearing comfortable clothing but he just looks really hot tonight.

Everyone grabbed drinks from the bar then split up. Erin, Chanse, Angela, and Courtney took shots then ran to the dance floor while Shayne, Spencer, Trevor, Arasha, and you grabbed a table over to the side.

“I just realized, I don’t think I have ever seen you drunk before, Y/N.” Arasha said while watching you take a sip of your margarita. “You’re like the shy, reserved type.”

You laughed for a second and shook your head, “That’s a good thing though. I’m a hot mess whenever I’m drunk.”

Spencer immediately jumps into the conversation, “You’re always a hot mess.” He stopped for a minute and just stared at you. “That was supposed to be a compliment or like, you know, calling you hot. I realize though that it comes off as an insult.”

Everyone, including you, lost it over Spencer sticking his foot in his mouth. “I didn’t take it rudely. I guess I know what you mean.” You snorted and took another sip of your margarita. “You’re a hot mess yourself.”

Shayne, Trevor, and Arasha got into their own little conversation, so Spencer turned a little to face you. “I’m shocked you aren’t over there with Erin and Courtney. I’ve noticed in the past you’re always glued to their sides whenever we’ve gone out.”

“As Erin said, I gotta be right here, making sure to constantly just remind you how hot you are.” You said nonchalantly and taking a drink while trying to not smile.

Spencer’s face got red but you didn’t comment on it, you just found it kind of odd. “I mean, I definitely am not complaining if it’s coming from you.”

There was some kind of weird tension in the air between the two of you but you didn’t think twice about it. You were both a little tipsy, so it was probably just the drinks.. right?

You could hear feet come running up beside you and felt hands on your bicep. “Y/N, you have to walk outside with me, Angela, and Erin. We need fresh air but we don’t want to walk outside alooooone.” Courtney whine from beside you.

You just laughed and stood up. “Well, Mr. Agnew, sorry to cut our conversation short but it looks like I have to go for a minute.”

Spencer looks at you dead serious and in the chosen voice says, “I hate to watch you go but love to watch you leave.”

Courtney started giggling like crazy and started pulling you towards to door to walk outside, where Angela and Erin were standing. The four of you walk outside and sit on these two benches that were off to the side of the building.

“So, what was that in there?” Erin asked giving you a suggestive look.

You looked at the group confused. “What was what?”

“Y/N, don’t act dumb dude.” Angela said then chuckled loudly. “You know exactly what she’s talking about.”

“I was just having a conversation with Spencer.” You said looking around and avoiding their looks.

“I was just having a conversation with Spencer.” Courtney said in a mocking tone, “You looked like you were practically drooling over him and he was staring at you hard.”

You sat in silence for a minute debating on to comment on it or not but then decided fuck it, the guys aren’t around. This is your opportunity to just talk about it.

“Okay, I might have some feelings for him.” You mumbled covering your face, “I don’t want to talk about it thought because I know he doesn’t feel the same.” You got up from the bench and started pacing.

“What do you mean he doesn’t feel like the same?” Erin asked and was looking at you as if you had two heads.

You stopped in front of the bench, facing the three in front of you. “He totally doesn’t feel the same. He only sees me as a friend.” You paused for a second again before deciding to just spill it all. “Guys, I have it fucking bad. Anytime I come into work, I’m always so excited to just talk to him. I feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush. I always want to be around him. He makes me feel so safe and never makes me feel stupid whenever I go on my hyper-fixation rambles. He’s just so fucking attractive, it gets under my skin. His stupid curly hair that I just want to run my fingers through. Don’t even get me started on his hugs. Anytime he has given me a hug, I just want to stand there in his arms forever. He always smells so good too. I know there’s a running bit that he smells like death sometimes but he has never smelt bad. Oh my god and don’t even get me started on..” You quit rambling realizing all three of the women in front of you look like they’re about to throw up and that’s whenever you feel like there’s someone standing right behind you.

“He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” You asked, quoting the meme.

“Uh, let’s walk in guys. I’m getting a bit cold.” Erin said standing up alongside Courtney and Angela.

You slowly turned around to face Spencer. “Heeeeey.” You said in defeat and just flopped down on the bench.

“Hey, sorry. If I knew you were confessing your undying love for someone, I would’ve just waited before coming over here.” Spencer said while shrugging his shoulders and sitting down beside you.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You responded glaring at the guy beside you. “You don’t have to act like you don’t know that I was talking about you.”

Spencer looked at you shocked for a minute then just laughed, “Wait, so your whole little confession thing was about me?”

“What all did you hear?” You asked putting your head in your hands.

“I’m not gonna lie, I did figure out it was me whenever you mentioned my ‘curly hair’ and the running bit that Shayne and Amanda joke about on the podcast, about me smelling like death.” He says sinking down a little in his bench.

You turned a little in the bench to face him and just started rambling, “I’m so sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I completely understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore or be around me. Erin just asked me and I just broke and started talking about all of the things-“

Spencer cut you off, “I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

You could feel your heart sinking and you immediately got sick to your stomach till you noticed the smile on his face.

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying because all you could think about is why is he smiling? He hates you now, doesn’t he? He’s never going to trust you again. Your thoughts were cut off by something warm on your face and that’s whenever you snapped out of it. You come to it and realize Spencer has his palms, holding your face.

“You didn’t hear one word I just said, did you?” Spencer asked laughing at you and squishing your face a little in the process.

You shook your head no slowly since his hands were holding your face.

He didn’t say anything. He just leaned forward and pressed his lips on yours. It was like everything froze in that moment.

It took a moment for you to process what had just happened before you leaned forward again and kissed him again quickly.

“Wait, so you do feel the same way?” You asked, staring at Spencer like a child who just found out they were going to Disney World.

“No, I just kiss my friends after they confess their feelings. Of course I do, you dork. We can talk all of this out tomorrow whenever we’re sober alright. Let’s just head back inside and get plastered. Deal?” Spencer said while standing up and offering you his hand.

“Deal, it is quite cold out here.” You responded taking his hand.

He let go of your hand for a moment to take his jean jacket off. He holds his jean jacket out to you and gets this shit eating grin on his face.

“Here, you can wear this. I was getting kind of hot anyways. You can smell it all night since you apparently like to be a little weirdo and smell me.” He says trying to not laugh.

“That’s not what I meant!” You got defensive and tried to explain yourself before you noticed Spencer was silently laughing to himself.

“I was teasing you. Now, let’s head back inside and get bullied by everyone for finally not being wimps and admitting our feelings.”