#actually a good little warm-up for getting in the writing mood today

[jamiesfootball]

hey, it's leverage anon back at it again! do you think roy and keeley crossed paths previously in this au, maybe on opposite sides of a job where roy was hired to protect something keeley was trying to steal (and keeley wins obvi)? or do you think they've only heard of each other through word of mouth and when they actually meet, it's like the spiderman meme with them pointing at each other like "ROY KENT???" "KEELEY???"

Oooohhhhh

I do think that at first it's in the same vein as Ted Lasso, where they know of each other, they've moved in similar circles for years, their names are all over London but they've just never had occasion to meet.

I think the spiderman meme comes screeching into play when they have a Rashomon Job moment where they both realize they foiled each other's heist going after the same golden scepter on the same night and they're both like, "THAT WAS YOU?!!"

In Keeley's defense she was undercover as a waiter so of course she was rocking her Bjork wig with the purple stripe so people wouldn't take a closer look at her face. And there was this guy there, a real proper intellectual type, with the glasses and the sweater, and the look he kept giving her! Piercing eyes, like they could see deep into her soul. She was so rattled that once she went into the vents to make her move, she didn't want to come back out!

In Roy's defense he was at a low place, making the switch from hitting to retrieval specialist, and his hair was like. So long. So curly. Bushy beard. And he was wearing glasses he stole from a guy in the car park (and busy cursing himself because fuck he might actually need glasses), and he had a cozy nerd sweater on so like. Everyone was looking but it wasn't because they were looking for Roy Kent, they were looking for a different reason, you feel?

Meanwhile Rebecca's like "you BOTH were trying to steal my ex-husbands tacky golden scepter under my nose? While I was trying to steal it?" And that confuses Ted because, "If you were already married to him, why would you need to steal it? It's technically yours at that point," and Rebecca is like, "Exactly. I was married to him, Ted. Of course I wanted to steal it."

Meanwhile Beard is just side-eyeing Jamie who ain't said shit.

And the longer Keeley, Rebecca, and Roy go round and round the only thing they agree on is there was this skinny little teenage kid at the museum like on a fucking field trip and he was annoying like he was just constantly underfoot no matter where they went-

"Oh, I know who you mean! He was rather sweet. Kept asking for a glass of champagne- cheeky little thing."

"Was that the one who kept wandering off from the pack? Insufferable. Every time I thought I had an opening, security would interrupt to tell me they found a child wandering into the cordoned off areas. By the time I had a chance to intercept the stupid sceptor, someone had replaced it with a champagne bottle."

No, he was fucking annoying and he dogging Roy's heels and asking Roy questions about Rothko and Hockney ("It's not about the composition. The colors are richer because of the depth of the layers" and "Because he's a twat," respectively). Roy finally thought he got lucky when he nudged the kid towards a buffet table and he started scarfing down food but then the kid almost choked to death and Rebecca does remember that actually she had to take him in the back so they could make sure his parents wouldn't sue have some medical doctor guest take a look at him.

And now Beard and Ted are both just looking at Jamie, and Ted has a bit of a smile on his face, and he's just like, "Jamie? Do you have anything you want to share with the class?"

Jamie winces and admits it was his one and only cyber heist - drawing up a fake school record to get in with a field trip, writing a little program that would temporarily disable the security cameras and motion sensors- he'd done it as a dare to himself to see if he could do it. And- "I never technically stole it. Got as far as stashing it in my school bag, and then the bag went missing. Lost my homework and everything."

And now it's Ted's turn to look apologetic, "Well I am awfully sorry about your homework, but let me tell you- that essay you wrote on Napoleon? Really good stuff. If I was your teacher, I'd have given you an A."

And that's the record scratch moment because Ted? Turns out he was the """medical doctor""" who volunteered to go with Jamie, but was actually there to keep an eye on things for his old security company.

Also they shouldn't beat themselves up to bad about losing because the scepter was a fake. See, once he found it ("in a highschooler's backpack no less!" "no, Ted, we don't call them that here") he got to thinking that the whole thing was mighty suspicious so he did what any normal midwest man would do if he thought he was being taken for a fool -- he called up a friend he knew who'd been to prison and asked if there was a way to tell if gold was fake.

"Lick it."

"Pardon?"

"Lick the scepter. If it's real gold you'll be able to tell."

"...Okay, but for the record I just want it to be acknowledged how much trust exists in this relationship."

And that's how they all (failed) to steal Rupert Mannion's (fake) golden scepter (what a twat).

[svt-luna]

𝜗℘ LET THE WORLD BURN

❛ 𝘪’𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯. 𝘪'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯— 𝘪'𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. ❜

timeline: 2022

synopsis: After Luna gets injured during Be The Sun tour rehearsal in Bangkok, her members— willing to do anything and everything for her— refuse to let her face it alone.

warnings: angst, cursing, crying, injuries, mentions of blood, stitches, graphic description of injury, graphic description of stitches, medical jargons, protective!svt, worried!svt, injured!Luna, angry!Cheol, anxiety, mentions of panic attack, fluff by the end, couple goals, team goals (i lOvE mY tEaM, i LoVE mY cReW!)

angst might be my favorite genre to write… what does that say about me? 😝 anyway, hope you lovlies enjoy this one! happy reading❤️‍🔥

part two: the aftermath - She Will Be Loved

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ writings masterlist

There were good days, and then there were perfect days.

This was the latter.

Luna had woken up that morning with the kind of well-rested feeling that came once in a blue moon. The kind where her body felt weightless, her limbs loose and relaxed, as if sleep had actually done its job for once instead of teasing her with a few hours of restless tossing and turning. The kind where her eyes opened naturally, with no groggy blinking or sluggish protests against reality, just a deep inhale followed by a satisfied sigh.

No alarms blaring, no manager knocking, no overwhelming exhaustion from back-to-back schedules— it was almost unsettling how good she felt.

Almost.

She rolled over, half-expecting Jeonghan to still be fast asleep beside her, but to her surprise, he was already awake. Awake and staring at her with a soft, sleepy-eyed smile that made her heart flip just a little.

“Good morning,” he murmured, voice still husky from sleep.

Luna blinked at him, half convinced she was still dreaming. “You’re awake before me?”

He smirked. “Miracles do happen.”

That alone was enough to tell her that today was going to be a good day. Because if there was one thing Jeonghan wasn’t, it was a morning person.

They both weren’t, really.

They usually spent their mornings in a sluggish haze, shuffling around each other in slow motion as they tried to find the will to start the day.

But today? Today, they were both awake, well-rested, and— dare she say it— energized.

Which was shocking cause it usually takes the both of them a couple hours to actually wake up— sometimes they don’t even talk, a mutual understanding enveloping them that it could take a few minutes.

And if that wasn’t enough, breakfast had only solidified the perfection of the morning.

They had eaten together, just the two of them, something that didn’t happen as often as they would have liked with their schedules. The meal had been simple but satisfying— nothing extravagant, just warm food and quiet company. And Jeonghan, despite being notoriously grumpy before noon, had been in a good mood. He had nudged her knee under the table, stolen a bite from her plate with a mischievous grin, and even made her laugh before she had finished her coffee.

Perfect.

The weather, too, had decided to play along.

It was the kind of day that made traveling easy— clear skies, a gentle breeze, the kind of temperature that was neither too hot nor too cold. The airport had been bustling as always, but their departure had been smooth, their flight to Bangkok a breeze.

No delays, no turbulence, no last-minute chaos that usually came with their schedules.

And, to top it all off, Luna looked good.

She wasn’t even going to be humble about it. Her airport outfit was one of her favorites— effortless yet chic, the kind that made her feel both comfortable and confident.

She knew she looked amazing because Jeonghan had given her that once-over when she walked out of their room, the kind of look that lingered for just a second too longer than normal before he hummed and said, “You’re going to make the fans go insane with that outfit, Nana-ya.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

Everything was going right.

They were in Bangkok for the Be The Sun tour , a city filled with fans who always made them feel like royalty, and as soon as they landed, the energy was contagious. Excitement buzzed in the air as they made their way to the venue. The anticipation for tomorrow’s concert was already thick, and the entire team was riding on that high.

By the time they arrived at the arena, spirits were high. The members were in a great mood, their team was in a great mood, and— perhaps most importantly— everyone was in excellent condition. No colds, no injuries, no exhaustion lingering in their bones from the previous leg of the tour.

It was rare for things to align so perfectly, but somehow, today, everything just was.

As always, the day before a concert was dedicated to rehearsing— going through the flow of the show, refining their markings, making sure every little detail was in place. Unlike the soundchecks on concert days, which were open to VIP ticket holders, today’s rehearsals were private. Just them and their team, no audience, no distractions.

It was a familiar routine.

They ran through their setlist, making sure their formations were clean and tight. They tested their microphones, adjusted their in-ear monitors— everyone had their own preferences for how they wanted to hear themselves, whether they needed more bass, more vocals, or a balance of both. The tech team ran through lighting cues, pyrotechnic timings, and camera placements.

Everything had to be perfect, every detail accounted for.

But despite the professionalism, there was still that undercurrent of chaos that only they could bring.

Dokyeom kept acting he was playing random guitar riffs in between songs. Hoshi and Seungkwan kept breaking into impromptu dances that had nothing to do with their actual choreography. Mingyu was either mimicking everyone’s vocal runs or dramatically collapsing onto the floor every time they finished a song. Even Woozi, their usually focused producer, had cracked a few jokes, making everyone laugh as they rehearsed.

And Jeonghan— of course, Jeonghan— had been nothing short of a menace.

At one point, he had somehow gotten his hands on a stage prop and used it to poke at the other members mid-rehearsal. Then, when he got bored of that, he started throwing Luna mischievous glances, making faces at her from across the stage until she nearly choked on the water she was drinking.

But through all the chaos, the rehearsal itself was smooth. Everyone knew their marks, their moves, their cues.

It was all going so well.

Too well.

Luna should have known.

Should have known that the moment she started labeling the day as perfect, she had already jinxed herself.

Should have known that there was no such thing as perfect.

Because perfection was a fragile, fleeting thing. A delicate illusion that could shatter in an instant.

And in just a few moments, it would be.

The stadium was quiet, save for the gentle strumming of the backing instrumentals playing through their in-ear monitors. The air inside the vast arena was still, almost heavy with the kind of warmth that came with rehearsing for hours under stage lights.

They were nearly done for the day— so close to wrapping up their final run-throughs before they could head back to the hotel and rest.

Seated in rows along the metal bleachers set up on the main stage, the members swayed lightly to the melody of ‘Our Dawn is Hotter than Day’. The song was always a moment of solace in their setlist— warm, nostalgic, fun, filled with a quiet kind of comfort. It wasn’t a song they just performed; it was a song they felt.

Luna sat beside Jeonghan, their shoulders barely touching as they sang, their voices blending effortlessly with the rest of the group. Their microphones were held up to their mouths as they always did, their bodies slightly leaned forward as they focused on their harmonies. She could feel the energy between them, that unspoken connection of knowing exactly when to breathe, when to soften, when to let the music take over.

The moment was peaceful.

Almost lulling. Almost perfect.

And then it wasn’t.

It happened so fast that for a second, Luna didn’t even register it as pain— just a sudden, sharp pop in her right ear, so loud and jarring that it rattled her skull. A strange sensation, foreign and terrifying, like something had snapped inside her head.

And then— Agony.

A white-hot, slicing pain shot through her right ear, so sharp, so immediate, that it was as if she had been electrocuted. The pain was cutting, searing, burning— an unbearable sting that radiated from deep inside her ear canal and spread like wildfire through the side of her face, down her neck, into her jaw.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

A startled, high-pitched squeal of pain tore from her throat as she jolted up from her seat, her left hand instinctively dropping the microphone she had been holding. The mic hit the stage with a loud, echoing clunk, the sound of it reverberating through the empty stadium and blasting into the members’ in-ear monitors with a harsh, grating screech.

At the same time, her right hand shot up, yanking both of her in-ear monitors out of her ears in one swift, panicked motion. The small earpieces tumbled from her fingers, falling somewhere on the stage, forgotten. Her heart was slamming against her ribs, her entire body seized with alarm.

She barely registered the members’ voices, their sudden shouts of confusion and concern as she stumbled away from the metal bleachers, her legs moving on autopilot.

She needed space.

She needed to breathe.

She can’t breathe.

She’s in pain.

Her hands flew up to her ears, pressing against them as she crouched down on the stage, trying to steady herself. But nothing was steady. The pain was relentless, roaring in her right ear like an explosion that refused to fade.

And the worst part—

The worst part was that she could feel it.

The warm, sticky sensation trailing down her neck. The unmistakable wetness pooling beneath her fingers.

Blood.

It was pumping, both inside and out— throbbing in her head like a relentless pulse, trickling down the curve of her jaw, soaking into the collar of her shirt. Her ears were ringing, a high-pitched whine that drowned out everything else, leaving the world muffled and distant.

She wasn’t even sure if she was crying or if it was just the blood she felt dripping down her skin.

Maybe it was both.

Somewhere in the haze of pain, she vaguely registered movement around her— shadows shifting, voices yelling, hands reaching.

“Jiyeon-ah!”

“Hey, hey— what happened?!”

“Someone get the medic, now!”

But the words were warped, lost in the deafening ringing in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths.

The perfect day was over.

And all she could do was hold her head in her hands as the world blurred around her.

The metallic scent of blood was thick in the air, sharp and unmistakable. It clung to her skin and her clothes— overwhelming her senses as she pressed her right hand tightly against her ear. The sticky warmth seeped between her fingers, and even without looking, she knew the extent of it. The iron-tinged, coppery smell made her stomach churn.

Hands were on her— gentle but firm, rubbing slow circles on her back, trying to ground her. Voices overlapped in frantic concern, some closer, some further away. Through the relentless ringing in her ears, she could just barely make out the distinct sound of Seungcheol’s voice cutting through the chaos.

“Where the hell are they?!” he barked, the weight of his authority sharp and urgent. “I said hurry up!”

Luna barely processed his words. She kept her head bowed, eyes shut tight, too afraid to look at the damage. She wasn’t good with blood— never had been. It made her queasy, made her feel lightheaded. If she removed her hand, if she actually saw how much she was bleeding, she knew she’d be teetering on the edge of passing out. Her body already felt weak, her breathing uneven.

But then, through the mess of panic, there was Jeonghan.

He was crouched in front of her, his presence steady, unwavering. He had been one of the first to reach her the moment she screamed, and now, as she blinked against the blur of pain and tears, she found his eyes— calm, focused, searching hers.

For a second, everything else faded. The noise, the chaos, the overwhelming nausea. It was just Jeonghan, his gaze locked onto her like he could somehow anchor her back to reality.

Then he moved, reaching out with a touch so careful, so deliberate, as he cupped the back of her neck. His palm was warm against her clammy skin, his thumb ghosting over the curve of her jaw in the softest reassurance.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice impossibly gentle. “You’re alright, Nana-ya.” His eyes never wavered, steady as the way he spoke. “I know it hurts, but you’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

Luna swallowed hard, her breath shuddering as another sharp pulse of pain throbbed through her ear. She winced, squeezing her eyes shut, fighting against the dizziness creeping in.

Then suddenly, there was another shift beside her— stronger, more urgent.

Before she could react, she felt herself being lifted, scooped up effortlessly from the ground. A pair of arms secured her in a bridal carry, firm but careful, moving with quick purpose.

Seungcheol.

His jaw was tight, the muscle in it flexing as he carried her with ease. His usual composure was cracked, frustration seeping through in the way his grip tightened just slightly, in the way he muttered under his breath, words laced with quiet, restrained anger.

“They need to be way faster in situations like this,” he muttered darkly, his voice low but sharp.

But when he looked down at her, the frustration melted into something softer. His brows furrowed in concern, his lips pressing together for a second before he exhaled through his nose. And then, despite everything, he offered her a reassuring smile.

“You’re gonna be okay, Jiyeonie,” he said, this time gentle, meant just for her. “We’re getting you help. Just a little longer, alright?”

Luna didn’t say anything— she couldn’t. She only nodded faintly, her body instinctively leaning into him, her forehead resting lightly against his chest. Even with her hands still pressed against her ears, she could hear the murmurs of the other members trailing closely behind as Seungcheol carried her off the stage.

The moment they entered the backstage area, the chaos only intensified.

Backstage was always busy, always filled with movement and overlapping voices, but this was different. The usual calm, controlled energy had been shattered. Managers and staff were darting around, some grabbing medical supplies, others speaking hurriedly into their earpieces.

Everyone’s eyes were on Luna.

And not in the way she liked.

There was no hiding it— she was visibly shaking, the top of her shirt stained, her hands still shielding her ears like she could somehow block out the pulsing pain.

The rest of the members hovered, not a single one of them sitting despite the waiting room’s couches lining the space. They couldn’t. Their worry was palpable, radiating off of them in waves as they stayed close, watching as Seungcheol carried her straight to one of the sofas.

Only when he gently lowered her down did they finally exhale, but the tension in the room remained thick, suffocating.

And as Luna sat there, dizzy, aching, and clutching onto the last bit of strength she had left, she knew one thing for certain.

She jinxed herself.

The second Luna was sat down on the sofa, Jeonghan was right beside her. He moved without hesitation, pressing himself close as if to shield her from everything else in the room. His hand found her thigh, palm warm as he caressed it in slow, soothing strokes. The touch was grounding, firm but gentle, a silent reassurance that he was there. That she wasn’t alone.

Her breathing was uneven, her hands still clamped over both of her ears, though it was the right one that throbbed relentlessly. Her fingers were sticky with blood, and the coppery scent was still thick in her nose, making her stomach churn. She kept her eyes down, trying to focus on anything other than the pain, other than the fact that her head was spinning.

Then a voice cut through the tense silence of the room.

One of their tech team members, a man with glasses and a staff badge hanging around his neck, stepped forward hesitantly. His expression was tight, nervous, like he knew that whatever he was about to say wouldn’t be well received.

“We checked the equipment,” he started, his tone careful, measured. “Jiyeon’s in-ear monitor… it malfunctioned. It, um… exploded.” He swallowed, shifting slightly under the weight of so many stares. “From what we can tell, it was a wiring issue. A buildup of pressure. It caused the internal components to—” He exhaled sharply. “Basically, it blew apart from the inside. Thankfully, it only affected the right ear and not both.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“Thankfully?”

Seungcheol scoffed, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack, his eyes dark with barely restrained frustration. He turned his full attention to the staff member, incredulous.

“Seungcheol-ah,” Jeonghan said with a warning tone, his eyes not leaving Luna.

“We should be thankful?” Seungcheol’s voice rose slightly, though not from hysteria— no, it was something sharper. Something dangerously close to fury. “This shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

The air in the room shifted, tense and heavy.

Joshua was the first to move. He stepped toward Seungcheol, placing himself between him and the tech staff, his presence as calm and collected as ever.

“That’s not what he meant,” Joshua said, his voice steady, level. He turned slightly toward Seungcheol, making sure his words were heard clearly. “It could’ve been worse.”

Seungcheol’s jaw tightened. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, shaking his head. His hands curled into fists at his sides before each raked a hand through his hair.

“This isn’t worse?” His voice was low, but the anger behind it was clear. He gestured toward Luna without looking, his eyes still locked onto Joshua. “She’s bleeding.”

Joshua didn’t waver. “It could’ve been worse,” he repeated. His tone didn’t change, still as levelheaded as before. “She could be bleeding out in both ears. Don’t be mean.”

The weight of the words settled over the room.

But the thing was— no one thought Seungcheol was being mean.

Not really.

Everyone knew why he was reacting the way he was. He wasn’t just the leader of SEVENTEEN. He was their oldest, the one who carried the weight of their well-being on his shoulders. His job, his responsibility, was to make sure his team— his family— was safe. And out of all the things he hated, out of everything he could tolerate, the one thing that gutted him was seeing his members hurt.

And right now?

Seeing Luna sitting there, blood trailing down her fingers, eyes glassy with unshed tears, visibly shaken— this was the worst it had ever been.

So of course Choi Seungcheol was pissed.

If he was a cartoon character he would have steam coming out of his ears right this second.

Jeonghan was angry too, sure. Not angry at anybody— he knew none of this was intentional. But he was angry at the circumstances, the cards that Luna was dealt with today.

Before anyone could say anything else, the medics finally arrived.

The moment they stepped into the room, they swarmed to Luna, their movements efficient and practiced. They wasted no time— one of them crouched in front of her while another stood to the side, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. A third unpacked medical supplies from a case, working swiftly.

Luna barely reacted. She just let them do whatever they needed to do, too drained to resist. Her mind was foggy, her body heavy. She could still feel Jeonghan beside her, his fingers running through her hair, soft and rhythmic. The gesture kept her grounded, kept her from slipping too far into the haze of pain and exhaustion.

“Alright, sweetheart,” one of the medics murmured gently. “We need to take a look.”

She felt gloved fingers against hers, prying her hands away from her ears. The second her palm lifted from her right side, she winced. The fresh sting of air against the open wound made her suck in a sharp breath, and Jeonghan’s hand immediately slid to her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles.

There was a pause. Then a murmur. The medic studying her injury leaned in closer, brow furrowed as they examined the damage.

There was a long, deep cut on the top of Luna’s right earlobe. It was bleeding heavily, the skin torn in a way that suggested something sharp had sliced through it.

One of the medics exhaled through their nose. “Looks like she was cut by something sharp.” They turned slightly, addressing the others in the room. “Most likely from the shards of her in-ear monitor when it blew apart.”

Another medic nodded. “It’s a bit deep. She is gonna need stitches.”

The second Luna heard the word stitches, her entire body went rigid. A sharp inhale hitched in her throat before she instinctively recoiled, twisting in Jeonghan’s arms as a whine escaped her lips.

“No, no, no—” she mumbled, attempting to squirm away.

But Jeonghan was faster.

The moment she moved, he moved too— his grip firm yet gentle as his arms tightened around her, stopping her from slipping away. His fingers curled securely around her forearm, his other hand pressing lightly against her back to keep her steady. He wasn’t restraining her, not really— just holding her in place, keeping her from running when they both knew she needed to stay.

“I’m fine,” Luna whined, her voice breaking, the threat of tears bubbling up again.

“You’re not.”

A chorus.

The room spoke in unison, voices overlapping— some firm, some soft, but all unwavering.

Luna’s chest heaved. She could feel all their eyes on her— the members watching from the couches, quiet and tense, their expressions drawn with sympathy.

“I don’t wanna—” Luna’s voice came out so small, barely above a whisper, and that made it worse somehow.

The members exchanged glances, their faces softening at the way her shoulders curled inward, the way she was shrinking into Jeonghan like a child avoiding a doctor’s visit.

“It won’t hurt—” one of the medics attempted to reassure her.

But Luna shook her head vehemently, cutting them off before they could finish.

“It’s not the pain.”

Jeonghan’s voice came at the same time as hers, his understanding immediate.

“It’s not the pain,” he repeated softly.

He knew.

They all did.

Luna was terrified of getting stitches.

She had only gotten them twice in her life, and this was about to be the third.

The first time was when she was ten. She had broken her collarbone after falling during a ballet recital. But that time, she had been asleep during surgery, and when she woke up, the stitches were already there— just small, neat little lines held together with dissolvable thread.

That experience wasn’t traumatic.

But the second time?

The second time was different.

She had been twelve when it happened. She had cut herself with a pair of scissors, a deep gash along the side of her palm that wouldn’t stop bleeding.

And this time, she had been very much awake when they stitched her up.

That was the moment she realized she hated getting stitches.

It wasn’t about the pain— Luna had a high pain tolerance. She could handle pain. She had powered through sprains, bruises, even broken bones before.

No, it was the feeling that made her stomach churn. The sensation of a needle threading through her skin, the constant tugging and pulling as they sewed her back together— it made her head spin, made her skin crawl.

Some people didn’t understand why.

Luna had tattoos, after all.

But tattoos were different— very different.

A tattoo needle moved fast, penetrating the skin in rapid bursts, barely giving her time to register the sensation before the next movement came.

And getting her blood drawn? Shots? Cake. The needle went in, then out. Quick. Simple. Done.

But stitches?

Stitches made her feel like Frankenstein’s monster. Like she was being stitched together, piece by piece, with nothing to do but feel it all.

A deep, anxious breath shuddered through her as she turned toward Jeonghan, still encased in his arms. She tipped her head back against his shoulder, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Han,” she whispered. “I don’t want…”

Jeonghan’s gaze softened instantly. His fingers moved to stroke her arm, his touch featherlight.

“I know you don’t want stitches, my moon,” he murmured, his voice low, soothing, like a lullaby. He nodded slowly, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. “But you need them.”

Luna opened her mouth to argue, but Jeonghan was already speaking again, his tone calm, steady— gentle, but leaving no room for negotiation.

“We know you— you’re going to want to perform tomorrow,” he said knowingly, brushing his fingers along her cheek to tuck away the strands of hair stuck to her damp skin. “Despite all of this.”

Luna blinked at him.

“And we won’t let you if you have an open wound.” His tone was patient but firm. “You know that.”

Her lips parted, ready to protest— but the words never came.

Instead, Jeonghan used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe away the dried tear stains from her cheeks, his touch careful and unhurried, like he was tending to something delicate. “It’s going to be okay,” he continued softly. “It’ll be over fast. I promise.”

Luna stared up at him, her breathing still uneven, her lips pressed into a hesitant line.

Jeonghan held her gaze, nodding ever so slightly. Then, after a beat—

“Do you want to lay on my lap?” he asked gently.

Luna hesitated, her mind warring with itself.

For a few long seconds, she just sat there, the weight of his words settling over her. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she gave a small nod.

Jeonghan’s lips quirked in understanding. He shifted slightly, adjusting his position, his hands warm and steady as he helped her maneuver onto his lap. It was a careful process— his fingers bracing her waist as she turned, his touch never rough, never rushed.

Eventually, Luna settled, laying sideways across the couch, her head resting on Jeonghan’s lap. Her injured ear was facing up, perfectly positioned for the medics to work.

Jeonghan’s hand found her hair again, fingers gliding through the strands in soft, rhythmic motions. A silent reassurance.

She swallowed thickly, squeezing her eyes shut.

This was the best she could do.

God— she’s gonna throw up.

The room buzzed with quiet shuffles as the medics began preparing their tools, the soft clinking of metal against metal mingling with the occasional rustle of gauze and sterile packaging being torn open. The scent of antiseptic grew stronger, sharp and clinical, contrasting the warmth of Jeonghan’s touch as he continued to run his fingers through Luna’s hair.

Though her eyes remained closed, she could hear everything— the sound of gloves being snapped onto hands, the shuffle of boots against the floor, and the faint murmur of instructions exchanged between the medical staff.

One of the medics, their voice calm yet firm, broke through the quiet preparation. “Before we begin, we’re going to need to give you a tetanus shot,” they informed her. “Since you were, in fact, cut by… unknown materials, it’s just a precaution.”

Luna exhaled through her nose. She knew it was coming, but it barely fazed her. The next thing she felt was a light squeeze on her shoulder— a silent reassurance— before a brief, sharp pinch as the needle entered her skin.

It was over in seconds, and Luna didn’t even flinch. Again, cake.

What she focused on instead was Jeonghan’s fingers still carding gently through her hair, his other hand tracing slow, absentminded circles on her waist, grounding her. It was comforting, something familiar amidst the severityof the situation. The medics continued working, methodically cleaning the dried blood from her ear and neck, the damp sensation of antiseptic wipes ghosting over her skin. The sting was mild compared to the deep, dull throbbing of her wound.

“We’re checking for any remaining shards now,” one of them said, the faint clatter of tweezers against a metal tray following soon after.

A few moments passed before another medic confirmed, “Looks like you’re clear. No remaining fragments.”

Luna let out a slow breath. Good. That was good.

And now… the hard part.

She kept her eyes closed, allowing herself to just exist in Jeonghan’s hold, listening to the soft rustling of the medics moving around her. But as the distinct sound of tools shifting on the tray reached her ears, her stomach twisted. Her heart pounded louder, beating erratically against her ribs.

She knew exactly what was coming next.

The stitching.

She didn’t need to see it to know, the second Jeonghan linked his fingers with hers it was almost a signal. It was the same hand that had been smeared with blood earlier but she hadn’t even noticed it had been cleaned. She was too out of it to care at the time.

Now, though, the warmth of Jeonghan’s grip around her own was all she could focus on.

And if that wasn’t enough of a sign, the quiet shuffling of the members confirmed it. They knew she was tense. They could see it, hear it in the sharp breath she inhaled.

Then, suddenly, she felt her legs— previously sprawled across the couch— being carefully lifted. Someone settled into the empty space before gently resting her legs on their lap, large hands smoothing over the fabric of her sweats before rubbing soft, reassuring circles over her shin.

Mingyu.

She knew it was him without even opening her eyes. Don’t ask her how, she just did— when it comes to the members, she always knows.

Dokyeom moved next, circling the couch to stand behind it, peering down at her with unspoken concern. She could feel the weight of his stare, watching her closely, making sure she was okay. Making sure she was distracted.

Luna exhaled shakily before blinking her eyes open, her blurry gaze immediately landing on Dokyeom’s face. His usual bright expression had been replaced with something softer, something worried. But the second he saw her looking at him, his lips stretched into a bright, dimpled smile, as if trying to will the tension away.

Without thinking, Luna lifted her free hand and did grabby hands in his direction.

Dokyeom let out a soft chuckle before instantly intertwining his fingers with hers, squeezing gently. But then, as if facing a grave dilemma, he whined dramatically, his brows furrowing. “Aigo… Jiyeonie, don’t look at me like that because I might actually tackle them away from you and drag them out.”

The joke was lighthearted, effortless, exactly the kind of thing he always said to make her laugh. And it worked. The medic team chuckled, the members around them letting out amused huffs. Even Luna, despite the looming dread sitting heavy in her chest, felt the corners of her lips twitch into a small, appreciative smile.

Dokyeom sighed, his grip on her hand tightening slightly as he looked down at her. His voice was softer this time, tinged with genuine sympathy as he gently whined, “I’m so sorry.”

And he meant it. Not just for the stitches, not just for the situation, but for the helplessness he felt in not being able to take her place.

Luna squeezed his hand in return.

Luna barely had time to brace herself before she felt the faintest brush of fingers against her injured ear.

Even though she knew it was coming, even though she knew they were being careful, the sudden touch still sent a sharp prickle of awareness up her spine. Instinctively, she clenched her jaw and squeezed both Jeonghan’s and Dokyeom’s hands tighter, her grip turning rigid with the kind of tension that refused to leave her body.

She screwed her eyes shut again. She didn’t want to see, didn’t want to think about what was happening, only about getting through it. But the second the cool antiseptic swiped over her skin, a sharp, burning sensation igniting in its wake, she felt faint.

It was just a disinfectant, just numbing cream settling over her torn skin, yet her body reacted as if she were already in the thick of the stitching process. Her stomach churned. She swallowed hard, her breathing slowing, controlled, forcing herself not to focus on it, forcing herself to focus on the familiar warmth around her instead.

Jeonghan’s thumb ran over the back of her hand in soothing, lazy circles, his grip steadfast and unwavering. Dokyeom’s palm, slightly clammy with nervousness, squeezed hers gently, a silent reassurance that he was right there. And Mingyu, who had barely spoken since taking his place beside her, continued to rub slow, comforting patterns over her leg, his fingers pressing in just enough to ground her.

Then— she felt it.

The first prick of the needle.

It was supposed to be numb. And it was. Mostly. But there was still an occasional sting, a sharp reminder that her skin was being punctured, thread being pulled through, looped, secured.

The sensation was horrible. It wasn’t necessarily pain— it was something worse. The second she felt the thread glide through her skin, tight and unnatural, she wanted to claw at her own flesh, rip it away just to stop the feeling.

God, she hated this. She hated this so much. It made her feel like… like a piece of fabric, being sewn back together as if she weren’t human at all.

A flinch.

Luna barely noticed it at first, but her body reacted before she could stop it, her fingers twitching in Jeonghan and Dokyeom’s hands, her leg tensing in Mingyu’s lap.

Instantly, Mingyu’s hand slid from her shin to her knee, rubbing gentle, mindless strokes over it, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her pants. Dokyeom, who had been doing his absolute best to avoid looking at the process, tightened his grip on her hand, his thumb stroking over her knuckles as if to say, I know, I know, I hate this too.

Dokyeom’s face, when Luna dared to open her eyes for even a second, was slightly pale, a hint of queasiness lingering in his expression as he purposefully kept his gaze fixed on her and only her.

And then there was Jeonghan.

A soft, delicate “shh” left his lips, barely above a whisper, as he shifted closer. His free hand, the one that had been holding her waist, lifted to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch featherlight.

“You’re doing so well, angel,” he murmured, voice laced with warmth and something so heartbreakingly gentle it almost made her cry. He tilted his head, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of her hand, his lips warm against her skin. “Just a little more, yeah? You’re okay. Almost over.”

His voice was a lifeline.

A thread tying her to reality, steady and unshakable, unlike the one currently being woven through her skin.

She exhaled through her nose, trying to focus on his words rather than the loopty-loop sensation of the thread moving through her ear.

Another sharp sting, another flinch, another press of Jeonghan’s lips against her hand.

“You’re okay, Nana-ya. You’re so strong,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her wrist. “I’m so proud of you.”

Luna barely had the energy to react, but deep down, his words settled over her like a warm blanket, softening the jagged edges of her discomfort.

Around them, the other members sat silently on the sofas, watching her carefully.

They didn’t speak, didn’t disrupt the moment, but their presence alone was enough. They were her silent support system, steady and constant.

Luna didn’t need them to say anything— just knowing they were there was enough.

And then there was Seungcheol.

He hadn’t moved.

Not once.

Still standing exactly where he had been earlier, arms crossed so tightly over his chest it looked like he might snap in half. His sharp, scrutinizing gaze remained locked on the medics, watching their every move like a hawk.

Every time the needle so much as twitched, every time Luna so much as winced, his jaw clenched tighter, his eyes darkening as if he were committing every detail to memory.

As if the second something went wrong, he would bolt out that room and sue for malpractice and personally ensure someone lost their medical license that night.

God, Luna loved them.

Soon, it was finally over.

Luna didn’t know how long she had been lying there with her eyes closed, but she was grateful it was finally over.

The moment she felt the soft press of gauze being placed over her upper ear, a deep breath slipped past her lips, her body finally— finally— releasing the tension it had been holding onto so fiercely. Every muscle that had been locked in stiffness slowly uncoiled, her shoulders slumping as the reality of it being done settled into her bones.

Now came the aftermath.

The adrenaline was already starting to drain from her system, leaving behind an exhaustion so deep it nearly swallowed her whole. It was creeping up on her faster than she expected, the sharp clarity she had maintained throughout the process now slipping away like sand through her fingers.

Luna could hear her doctor speaking, the sound of her voice reaching her ears, but the words themselves barely registered.

Something about changing the bandage.

Something about taking the painkillers she was going to be given.

Something about not getting the area wet.

Something about how Luna was cleared to perform tomorrow.

She barely caught any of it.

Thankfully, the rest of the members were listening for her, nodding along with rapt attention, their expressions set in the same serious concentration they wore during meetings, as if they were students listening to a lecture.

They would remember. They always remembered.

They had her covered.

She just wanted to go back to the hotel, crawl into bed, and watch something mindless until she inevitably passed out.

Once all instructions were settled and the medics packed up to leave, Luna finally made the effort to move. Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself up, her body feeling heavier than it should, her hair slipping forward to frame her face in soft waves.

The reaction was immediate.

“Slowly, noona—”

“Does it hurt? Are you dizzy?”

“Wait, don’t move too fast—”

“Careful with your ear, please—”

Questions and reminders came at her from every direction, overlapping and blurring together as the members crowded around, fussing over her like an entire flock of worried mother hens.

A soft smile tugged at Luna’s lips as she listened to them, their concern seeping into every syllable they spoke. Before she could say anything, she felt arms carefully wrap around her, a gentle but firm presence pressing into her side.

“Noona…”

Seungkwan’s voice was quiet, filled with something tender and unspoken as he held her close, mindful of her injury.

Luna melted into his embrace, her hand coming up to squeeze his arm reassuringly. “I’m okay, Boo.”

That didn’t seem to convince him, but he didn’t say anything else. He just held her for a few more seconds before finally letting go, though his hand lingered on her arm as if making sure she was really there.

As the others continued fussing, Jeonghan moved behind her. Without a word, she felt his fingers gently gathering her hair, brushing it away from her face with careful precision. His movements were slow, patient, almost habitual, as he reached for the hair tie he always kept around his wrist. Within seconds, he secured her hair into a loose ponytail, mindful not to tug too much, ensuring nothing disturbed her bandage.

She didn’t even need to ask— he just knew.

Then, for the first time since the stitches started, Seungcheol finally moved.

Luna barely had time to react before she was being pulled into another hug, this one a bit firmer, warmer, grounding her completely. His arms wrapped securely around her, his chin resting lightly atop her head.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and weighed down with guilt.

Luna turned her head slightly, pressing her cheek against his chest. “Not your fault, Cheollie,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“I—”

“Don’t argue with me, please,” she cut him off before he could even try.

And he didn’t.

He only sighed, nodded once, and squeezed her a little tighter before finally pulling away. His gaze flickered downward, and the next second, he was pointing at her collar.

“You need to change,” he said, nodding toward the small bloodstain marring the fabric. “Then we can go to the hotel and rest. We are done for the day.”

Luna glanced down at her shirt, barely registering the stain before she felt Jeonghan’s hand gently rubbing soothing circles over her back, his touch steady and comforting.

“You want my help?” Her boyfriend asked, already knowing the answer.

Luna turned to face him, exhaustion evident in her features as she nodded.

“Please, Han.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes softening as he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear— the uninjured one. “Alright.”

Then, without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, warm and reassuring, before gently guiding her toward the bathroom so she could change.

Once everything was done— clothes changed, things packed, and the last of the lingering worries soothed— the members finally made their way out of the venue, exhaustion weighing heavily on their shoulders.

The adrenaline from earlier had long since faded, leaving behind only the telltale signs of weariness in their steps and the occasional heavy sighs that filled the quiet of their car ride back to the hotel.

They needed this rest.

Luna most specially.

After everything that had happened, after the stress, the panic, and the sheer emotional rollercoaster they had just endured, they needed this moment of peace before tomorrow’s show.

Luna barely remembered walking into the hotel, barely registered the soft murmurs of goodnights exchanged between the members as they each retired to their respective rooms.

By the time she finally found herself where she wanted to be— curled up in bed, dressed in her softest pajamas, and tucked safely against Jeonghan—her body felt like it had melted into the sheets.

This was exactly what she had been craving.

Jeonghan, after finally finishing his endless fussing over her, had settled down beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders as he idly scrolled through Netflix on the TV. His fingers absentmindedly traced slow, lazy patterns against her arm, his touch featherlight and soothing, as if he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

Then, as he continued scrolling, his voice broke the comfortable silence.

“They have Harry Potter.”

Luna tilted her head slightly to look up at him, immediately perking up at the mention of one of her all-time favorite movies.

“You always know how to make me happy,” she said playfully, the corners of her lips twitching upward as she nudged him lightly.

Jeonghan smirked, his thumb still moving lazily over the remote as he glanced down at her. “I am your happiness, aren’t I?” he teased, his voice smooth, effortless, dripping with that familiar charm he wielded so easily.

Luna rolled her eyes, fighting back a smile. “Wow. You really think highly of yourself, huh?”

Jeonghan hummed, shifting slightly so that his face was closer to hers, his gaze dark and teasing. “Isn’t that one of the things you love about me, Nana-ya?”

Luna scoffed, but she couldn’t deny the warmth creeping up her neck at the way he was looking at her.

Smug.

Charming.

Absolutely full of himself.

But God, did it work on her every single time.

“I tolerate it,” she replied coolly, lifting her chin in mock indifference.

Jeonghan chuckled, clearly entertained. “Right. Tolerate.”

He let the word roll off his tongue like he didn’t quite believe her, like he was daring her to take it back. But instead of pressing further, he simply returned his attention to the TV, resuming his scroll through the Harry Potter movies.

Luna watched him for a moment before furrowing her brows.

“There are only eight movies… What are you looking for? The first one is right there.”

Jeonghan didn’t respond right away. Instead, he clicked on Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1.

Luna’s confusion deepened.

“This isn’t Star Wars… why are we starting there?”

Jeonghan, completely unbothered, simply leaned back against the pillows, his smirk widening. “It has that scene.”

Luna narrowed her eyes at him. “What scene?”

His smirk remained, unwavering, filled with that all-too-familiar mischief she had seen countless times before.

“You know that scene.”

Luna scoffed, shaking her head. “No, I don’t know.” She let out a chuckle, amused by whatever nonsense he was trying to pull now.

Jeonghan’s eyes gleamed. “You know… This is the movie where one of the twins loses an ear.”

Silence.

For a brief second, Luna just stared at him, her brain processing the words he had just so casually thrown at her.

Then—

Without hesitation, she reached for the nearest pillow and whacked him square in the face.

Jeonghan burst into laughter, his body shaking against hers as he clutched his stomach, absolutely delighted with himself. His laughter was loud, unapologetic, completely unrestrained, and despite herself, Luna felt the corners of her lips twitching upward.

“Yoon Jeonghan!” she yelled, hitting him once more for good measure.

He was crying from laughing at this point, barely able to contain himself as he dodged her next attempt. “What? Too soon?” he managed between fits of laughter.

Luna huffed, but the amusement in her eyes betrayed her. “You’re terrible.”

Jeonghan wiped at his eyes, still grinning. “Aren’t the twins your favorite characters?” He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Now you can twin with one of them.”

Luna could only laugh, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I still have an ear!” she shot back.

Jeonghan shrugged, leaning in close once more, his smirk never fading. “Technicality.”

Luna rolled her eyes, but as she looked at him— really looked at him— she felt something warm settle in her chest.

This.

This was one of the main things she loved about him.

She knew how much the others cared. She knew their concern was genuine, and she was grateful for it. But sometimes, the weight of their worry, the endless “Are you okay?” the pity in their eyes— it could be exhausting.

Luna appreciated the concern and being taken care of by the members but— she hated being fussed over for too long. She didn’t want to dwell on what happened, didn’t want to let it dampen the mood for everyone.

And Jeonghan knew that.

He always did.

So instead of treating her like she was fragile, instead of letting things become too tense or too serious, he made sure to give her exactly what she needed.

And right now, what she needed was to laugh.

He was doing a damn good job.

Luna playfully pouted at Jeonghan, her lips pushed forward in exaggerated offense as she stared at him with wide, betrayed eyes.

“You’re so mean,” she mumbled, huffing for added effect.

Jeonghan, in return, gasped dramatically before cooing at her like she was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Aww, is my baby upset?” he crooned, shifting closer and cupping her cheeks in his warm hands. His thumbs stroked against her skin, his voice dripping with faux sympathy as he pouted right back at her. “I love you, my pretty baby. Even if you don’t have an ear— even if you didn’t have two ears, I’d still love you.”

Luna narrowed her eyes at him, the corners of her lips twitching. “Oh, how kind of you.”

Jeonghan chuckled before continuing, his tone light but his grin mischievous. “Actually, I’d still love you even if you had Dumbo-sized ears. Imagine that.” He made a wide motion with his hands next to his head as if demonstrating. “You’d be so cute flapping them around.”

Luna gasped, swatting at his chest. “Yoon Jeonghan!”

Jeonghan only laughed, dodging her weak attempt at retaliation before capturing her hands in his. “I’m serious! I’d still love you. Would you still love me if I had Dumbo ears?”

Luna scoffed. “No.”

His mouth dropped open in exaggerated shock. “Wow.”

“I’m kidding,” she giggled, then dramatically sighed. “I would still love you. Even if you looked like an elf or something.”

“Oh, that’s generous of you,” he teased, his hands still holding hers.

Luna hummed in thought before her eyes twinkled with a new idea. “Would you still love me if I had no eyebrows?”

Jeonghan burst into laughter. “What happened to your eyebrows?”

“I don’t know, maybe they got burned off in by accident.”

His laughter didn’t falter. “Then of course, pretty girl, I would still love you.”

Luna wasn’t done. “Would you still love me if I had scales instead of skin?”

Jeonghan squinted at her before nodding solemnly. “I mean… it depends. Are you a mermaid or a lizard?”

Luna snorted. “Why does that matter?”

“Well, one is mystical and the other is just… concerning,” he grinned.

She rolled her eyes but was unable to hide her smile. “Okay, okay. What if I turned into a fish?”

Jeonghan pretended to think for a moment before responding, “I’d get you a really nice tank.”

Luna gasped, smacking his arm. “Jeonghan!”

“What?! You’d be a fish! What am I supposed to do, take you on a date to a restaurant?”

“I’m leaving you.”

“No, you’re not,” he said easily, and before she could argue, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. When he pulled back, he had that smug, knowing smile that she hated to admit was justified. “See?”

Luna sighed dramatically, shaking her head as if put upon. “Fine. But last one— would you still love me if you woke up one day and turned to see that I was a horse?”

Jeonghan’s grin faltered as he blinked at her, as if genuinely processing the absurdity of the question. Then, he leaned back against the pillows, crossing his arms. “You know what? If I woke up one day and turned to see a horse, the first question in my head is not if I would love you. It’s ‘how did you turn into a horse?’”

Luna let out a laugh, but he wasn’t finished.

“Or worse,” he added, pointing at her. “I’d probably just turn to the horse and go, ‘Did you eat my girlfriend?’”

That was it.

Luna burst out laughing, her whole body shaking as she collapsed against his chest. Jeonghan joined her, his laughter intertwining with hers as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

“You’re an idiot,” she managed between giggles.

“But I’m your idiot,” he said smoothly, grinning as he placed another kiss to her forehead.

Still chuckling, Luna shook her head. “Let’s just watch the movie.”

Jeonghan hummed in agreement and reached for the remote, but just as he was about to press play, Luna swiftly took it from his hands and exited the movie he had chosen.

Jeonghan blinked in confusion as he watched her navigate back to the first Harry Potter movie instead. “Nana-ya, what are you doing?”

She glanced at him with innocent eyes. “Starting from the beginning.”

Jeonghan squinted. “We were literally about to watch the seventh one.”

“And?”

“And we can’t watch all the movies tonight.” His voice was serious now, as if he was explaining something incredibly obvious.

“But why not?” Luna pouted, knowing damn well why not.

Jeonghan gave her an incredulous look. “Because you need sleep, I need sleep, and we have a show tomorrow.”

Luna sighed, flopping back onto the bed. “But it wouldn’t make sense to just watch one.”

Jeonghan exhaled through his nose, amused but firm. “How about we just sleep?”

She frowned but couldn’t deny that exhaustion was settling into her bones. Begrudgingly, she nodded. “Fine.”

Jeonghan smiled in victory before turning off the TV, then reaching over to switch off the bedside lamp. The room was cast into darkness, the only light coming from the faint city glow outside.

Settling back into his arms, Luna let out a content sigh as Jeonghan pulled her closer, his warmth surrounding her.

A few moments passed in comfortable silence before Jeonghan murmured, “Don’t turn into a horse.”

Luna giggled. “I can’t promise you that… but I thought you’d still love me no matter what?”

Jeonghan smirked. “Fine. As long as I turn into a horse as well.”

Luna chuckled softly. “Why?”

“So that we can live our horsey lives together,” he said, completely serious.

She giggled again. “Okay.”

Jeonghan pressed one last kiss to her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Hannie.”

There was no such thing as a perfect day.

Luna realized that.

Because it wasn’t the fact that she woke up energized that made today perfect. What made it perfect was waking up next to Jeonghan, who was just as energized, his sleepy voice teasing her the moment her eyes fluttered open.

It wasn’t the food they ate this morning that made it perfect. What made it perfect was eating with Jeonghan, their conversations stretching endlessly about everything and nothing at the same time.

It wasn’t the flight itself to Bangkok that made it perfect. What made it perfect was the members who she was with, filling the space with laughter and lighthearted chaos.

Just like how the rehearsal earlier wasn’t perfect because of itself. What made it perfect was the shared excitement, the inside jokes, the way they hyped each other up and eased the nerves that threatened to creep in.

There was no such thing as a perfect day.

Just people who made it perfect.

[part two: the aftermath - She Will Be Loved]

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[revelboo]

Hello! I hope you’re having a wonderful morning/evening/night! I have had jazzprowl fever for sometime and the posts of art I have been seeing all over tumblr ain’t helping- I was just curious if you would write a jazz x prowl x reader fluff/smut?

Only if you want to of course! Your writing is so good and I wish I had your skills ✨

-✨💜💫

Sure! 18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

JazzProwl One Shot Scenario

Jazz x Reader x Prowl

• “Aw, kitten. Prowler not treating you right?”Stiffening as Jazz returns and drapes himself against the corner of the desk, Prowl vents tiredly. Fairly sure that any hopes of getting actual work done just died a quick death. “Our poor little mate, bored and neglected while he ignores you. It’s too cruel.” Glaring when you snicker, he’s not at all surprised to find Jazz staring right at him, grinning. And he can’t even be too angry, because that crooked little smile is real instead of the fake one the saboteur usually wears. Relaxed when it’s just the three of you, able to drop his mask. Guilt twisting through him, Prowl grits his denta and looks away. Because he’d done that to Jazz. Seen that charming young musician on a street corner and weaponized that easy smile. Broken him.

• “Unlike some, I haven’t forgotten that we’re still at war,” Prowl grumbles, pointedly turning his attention back to his reports as his door wings lift. His charts and all important strategies. Attention dipping back to you, he smiles when you just shrug. As used to it as he is, but right now, he’s not in the mood for it. Smacking his palms on the desk, he’s mass shifting and leveraging himself up with you. Bending to grip your arms and tug you to your feet. And your soft laughter soothes his annoyance with Prowl when he spins you, singing softly to you. And the strategist is already annoyed, so he might as well have some fun.

• Laying your cheek against him as Jazz dances with you, spinning and dipping you until you’re giddy and dizzy. And his hands slide to your hips, hoisting you up onto a warm surface, insinuating himself between your thighs when he lays you back and upside down, you realize he’s pinned you against one of Prowl’s arms, the other bot scowling down at both of you. Servos rucking up the loose robe you’re wearing, Jazz groans. “Oh, doll, no underthings today?” Mouth coming down on yours, he rolls his hips against you, teasing you both. Can hear Prowl’s disgruntled rumbling as he scowls down at you both.

• “You couldn’t do that anywhere else?” Prowl snarls, watching Jazz free his spike and rock himself against you. And the spy just grins up at him before mouthing your throat to force your head back.Those eyes of yours staring up at him upside down, lips parted. ‘Prowl,’ you whine, the need in your voice spilling warm through him. ‘Reports aren’t going any-ah,” you moan when Jazz sheaths himself inside you and he’s half tempted to move his arm and dump the both of you. It’s only the fact that Jazz might fall on you and hurt you that keeps him still. Now fully focused on the two of you rutting on him, of your legs hooking around Jazz’s hips and the sounds the two you are making. “I hate you both,” he mutters without any real heat.

• “Can’t lie to me,” Jazz groans, hips pumping as his mouth brushes your cheek and jaw. “That’s right, kitten.” Feeling your soft hands on his helm, his neck as you move under him with a breathless cry. Aware of Prowl watching and that as annoyed as he might be, you’ll end sandwiched between them as they make love to you, to each other, tangled together and urgent. It’s always like that, like that very first time. And he can’t help it, reassuring himself again and again that this is his. He’s allowed this. That it’s not one more lie.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o watching true crime before bed

Request: good evening😊 or good morning/afternoon depending what time it is in your city 🙂I would like to make request if it’s possible/open and if you in a mood / comfortable🫶🏻Svts reaction if their gf is watching criminal type of videos before going to bed 🌚 Like, it makes her feel relaxed, after all she is just a girl 💅Personally, I love to watch this type of videos, if I’m doing something or eating😅 Thank you very much! Have a nice day and stay safe and drink water ✌️

A/N: Good evening (or whatever time it is for you too!!) 😊🫶🏻 First of all, I totally get you. Nothing like some true crime documentaries or murder mystery videos before bed, it’s just ✨comforting✨ for some reason. And this was SO FUN to write!!!

"Uh...Babe? Are You Okay?" (Confused but Concerned)

Joshua: Low-key judging, but still loves you. He walks into the room, ready to cuddle, only to hear some creepy narrator say, “And that’s how they found the body, hidden in the walls—” His eyes widen immediately. “Baby…why do you look so relaxed while watching this??” He’d never stop you, but he’d definitely side-eye you every night.

Woozi: Does not get it, does not try to get it. He just stares at you as some guy on the screen says, “And the murderer was never caught.” “…You actually like this?” He won’t say much, but he’ll 100% complain when he hears it while trying to sleep. “Can you at least wear headphones? Please?”

Mingyu: Wholesome concern. This man genuinely just wants you to be safe, warm, and unbothered at all times, so he’s shook when he finds out that serial killer documentaries help you sleep????? “Baby, what if you have nightmares?” He might start watching with you just to ‘protect’ you…but ends up getting scared himself lol.

"Oh, That’s Cute." (Unbothered but Slightly Amused)

Jun: Casually listens but doesn’t flinch. If you fall asleep with a murder doc playing, he just tucks you in and keeps watching. The next day, he randomly goes, “Did you know that some serial killers keep trophies?” like it’s casual small talk.

Hoshi: Lowkey fascinated. You tell him, “It helps me relax,” and instead of judging, he just says, “Ooooh, okay.” He doesn’t really care but he might start asking questions. “Wait, how did he get away with it for so long?” Ends up getting into it because of you.

Vernon: Not at all fazed that you watch these. He walks in, sees you watching a 3-hour deep dive on a missing person case, and just goes, “Nice.” He’s the least surprised out of everyone. If anything, he just finds it funny when you’re eating a snack while watching something horrifying.

"WAIT, THIS IS INTERESTING." (Ends Up Watching With You)

Wonwoo: This man is lowkey a crime doc enjoyer already. He wouldn't even blink when you tell him it helps you relax. In fact, he might just ask for recommendations. “Which case are you watching today?” If you fall asleep before finishing, he’ll continue watching alone and update you in the morning.

Minghao: Doesn't get it at first, but respects your taste. Then one night, he sits down with you, and boom—he’s hooked. He starts watching crime docs in his free time and tells you random creepy facts. “You know, in some cases, the murderer actually returns to the scene.”

Seungkwan: He’d definitely roast you but then get invested lol. The first time he sees you watching, he gasps. “What do you MEAN this helps you relax??” But after five minutes of standing behind you, he suddenly whispers, “Wait, so how did they find the body?” Now it’s his addiction too.

Dino: Acts high-key dramatic about it but secretly enjoys it. He’ll joke like, “Ahhh, my girlfriend is scary!!” but then sits next to you and asks 10 questions per minute. If you fall asleep, he’ll be like, “Nooo, wake up! We still don’t know who did it!!”

"…Should I Be Worried?" (A Little Scared but Loves You Anyway)

Seungcheol: Fake worried. He sees you laying down and watching crime scene analysis and just sighs. “Remind me never to make you mad.” But he secretly finds it cute that you’re so into it, just don’t expect him to watch with you.

Jeonghan: Teases you constantly. “Are you taking notes?” “Should I be scared?” “You’re not…planning anything, right?” He acts suspicious of you on purpose but if he ever does watch, he’ll be too invested and refuse to sleep before knowing the ending.

Dokyeom: The most scared out of everyone. The moment he hears “and the killer was never caught,” he turns on all the lights in the house. He will refuse to watch with you, but if you tell him “It helps me relax,” he’ll just nervously smile and say, “Aha…yeah…okay…just don’t ever say that in public.”

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎclark when you're stressed౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x clark kent

On a good day, you didn't like to be in your head for too long. On a day like today, too many hours with yourself could be catastrophic.

Your arms were folded over a messy stack of papers, handwriting smudged, fresh ink staining your arms. The cool of your keyboard under your elbow was the only sense you were aware of. Whenever you were stumped, your hair was often the victim, and it resulted in painful brushing every night. Today was no exception.

The only light in the room was from the city through your window. You'd relied on the sun for most of the day, but your own frustration had caused you to give up and slump forward to your desk until it set, the room full of more shadows than anything.

Consulting your brain, you tried to make yourself get up to no avail. For the past two weeks, you'd been able to convince yourself but today it wasn't working. Frustration had you nearly vibrating, and you felt nearly faint. You'd been in a slump for weeks now, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere. Had you finally run yourself dry? Were you fresh out of ideas now, doomed to live off your former genius forever?

The doorknob rattled, keys jangling against it, but you didn't move. He'd find you eventually- he always did.

"Baby?" Footsteps clunked closer, muffled by his lack of shoes. "Hey- are you okay?"

Your answer was an unintelligible mumble.

"Ohh, hey..." Big, warm hand on your back. You instantly felt better. "Do you want to take a break?"

"I can't," you said dryly. "I have a deadline."

"You're worn out, huh?" Clark traced circles into your back, gathering your hair and smoothing it out. "Baby, let's put this away and-"

"No!" You sat up, folding your arms as tears began to spring into your eyes. Clark's pretty blue eyes were wide at your outburst, but he didn't react otherwise. You were too worked up to admire how adorable he looked, glasses slightly askew, curls and tie a little messy. "I can't. I've been trying all day to write and I can't come up with anything and I've wasted so much time figuring it out and I just...just..."

He was quiet for a moment. Then, "Just what, honey?"

You sniffled. "I don't know how to write anymo-ore." The last word trailed off into a cry, and Clark sat up straight, bringing you to lean against him. Your hands flew to his shoulders, clutching his shirt, but then trying to lean away. Tears and wrinkles would ruin the fabric.

"C'mere," he mumbled, bringing you right back to him. "It's okay." Clark paused. "Actually-" He stood up, big hands settling on your hips to lift you up, positioning you on his hip like a baby. You didn't fight it, tightening your legs around him and hiding your face in his neck. Even when he began to exit the room, you remained silent, letting him sit you on the kitchen counter. When you looked at him, his expression was soft, eyes concerned. He reached out, rubbing his warm hands over your thighs. Mercifully he didn't yet mention all you'd said. "How long's it been since you've eaten, sweet girl?"

"Umm." You tried to recall, swaying ever so slightly.

He nodded, tucking your hair behind your ears and brushing his thumbs over your cheekbones for a moment. "Can I make us something?" He asked so softly that you were nodding before the question was fully asked. Clark kissed your forehead, squeezing your thighs. "Okay. I'm gonna go change really quick, okay? Stay here."

You nodded, leaning your head back to rest on the cabinet while he went off into the other room. Indeed, it felt like no sooner than he'd left, he reappeared in just a sweatshirt and his boxers. Lip trembling again, you reached for him, and he obliged, lifting you back to sit on his hip with an "Alright, sweetheart. What're you in the mood for?"

Mumbling into his neck, you shook your head and he squeezed your side. "I know. But you've gotta eat something, angel." Clark opened the fridge one handed, peering inside. "Hmm. We should get groceries tomorrow, huh?" He shut the door and secured both arms around you. "How's pizza sound? We can get garlic bread." When your tummy grumbled, he smiled. "We'll get it from the place down the street."

Clark sat carefully down on the couch, shifting sideways so he was lying across it. While he dialed the number, he pressed his hand to your lower back, smiling when you sprawled yourself out on top of him.

As he placed the order for delivery, you smiled at the way his deep voice felt vibrating against you. This was the sound of home. He kept a hand on your back until he hung up, setting his phone aside and somehow snuggling you closer, letting his hand trail under your shirt and warming your back. "Pizza will be here soon."

"Mm," you sighed, cozy on his chest. You didn't know what you would do sometimes if you didn't have a big, warm man to lay on. Already, your mind was going fuzzy, and not in the way it'd been all day. No, with Clark it was more like you didn't need to have a survival instinct because he was there. He'd keep you safe.

When the food came, he gently eased you off to answer the door, and you hid under your fluffy blanket while he did. The smell of the specialty from the place Clark had ordered from tickled your nose, and your mood lightened even more. He'd known exactly what you wanted when you didn't.

"Sweetie?" You lifted the blanket to see him setting two boxes on the coffee table.

Springing to sit up, you watched as he opened the box to the glorious sight of fresh pizza. The garlic bread was somehow an even happier sight.

"There's my happy girl," he smiled as you reached for a slice. Clark settled in next to you with a piece of his own, and you cuddled happily into him, feeling miles away from where you were when he found you.

The two of you were quiet as you ate, and when you'd polished off the food, you were snuggling back into him. Clark positioned his arm around you, pulling you to lay back on his chest. "You feeling better?"

"Mhm," you hummed happily, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "I was just frustrated."

"You just needed some food, huh, cutie?" Clark smiled, kissing your head and pressing you to his side.

"Yeah," you giggled, nuzzling your head into him. He kissed your forehead, bringing the blanket over the two of you again.

"No more working for the rest of today, alright?" he mumbled, pulling your legs over his lap. "You've done so much, baby."

"Not really," you mumbled, but still you let him pull you in, make you forget about all that had ailed you previously.

And cuddled into him, it was harder to remember than not.

[schemmentigfs]

Hi! I have a request on mean!mommy Melissa x R? When Melissa caught r flirting with someone (on purpose) and she decided to take R home and punish the hell out of R and comfort her after?

Tempting Fiery Redhead Devil.

summary: Jacob reveals that Melissa once told him that she wasn’t a jealous person. Outrageous by the made-up lie, you decide to take revenge by flirting with one of the teachers at the book club reunion without knowing that it would lead to painful consequences later at your girlfriend’s place.

warnings: porn with plot, mommy/mistress kink, a little toxic melissa? strap-ons, blowjobs, degradation, squirting, praises, fingering, oral, mentions of voyeurism.

shout out to the person who said that mel eats pussy for breakfast, CUZ SHE DOES! and for lunch and dinner too. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩btw, I managed to get some free days so send prompts for me to write! :)

Monday mornings at an elementary school as a teacher were always quiet and ordinary, being the beginning of the week they ever tended to be slower or considerably boring. Even discouraging at times, and today things weren’t very different, actually it seemed the same old thing. Everyone who worked at Abbott Elementary was still sleepy and in a bad mood, trying to gather strength to start the day after a quiet relaxing weekend away from the common chaotic environment which seemed to take over the entire building.

You weren’t much different from the rest. Struggling with the urge to not to close your eyes and sleep on the hallway benches, exhaustion taking over every inch of your body. Which was quite curious and comical since your weekend off from work had been, to say the least, like a visit to paradise. On Saturday and Sunday you stayed at Melissa’s place, enjoying your girlfriend’s company in the little bubble that both built in these nine months of an established relationship.

You didn’t understand why you looked so tired. Most of the time, on those two days you and the older woman cooked together and cuddled on the couch watching romcoms — Melissa’s secret favorite genre of movies. A great counterpoint to the tough and mysterious persona she was known for throughout South Philly. Until the memory hit your head. In the middle of a scene from 50 First Dates, the redhead began to place heated kisses and bites on your collarbone starting a makeout session that ended with you under the sheets moaning and screaming her name while she went down on you.

“You taste so divine, babygirl,” she said between tortuous and slow licks. Seeming genuinely enchanted by your flavor. “I could spend hours with your thighs suffocating my head.”

As she savored your entrance, her fingers traced teasing circles along your inner thighs, sending shivers through your body. Her breath, warm against your skin, whispered countless promises yet to come, mingling with the soft hum of approval as she continued to explore your depths with a hungry curiosity.

You bucked your hips, moaning loudly, massaging the well-defined red curls that were slightly messy. “Feels so nice. More, please mistress!”

She moaned into your pussy, reaching out one of her manicured hands to twist your perk nipples. The pain made you tighten your grip on her hair, arching your back off the bed. The woman pinned your hips down again, you let out a strangled cry. Letting yourself get lost at the feeling of Melissa taking care of you, the way she knew how.

“Aw, that was such a cute noise, baby. Do you like it when mommy takes charge and praises you?” she talked you through it. “I know you do, so good for me, letting mommy play with you like this.”

Melissa placed a kiss on your clit, replacing her tongue with two fingers, making you cum at an impressive speed with a pitched gasp. While you were coming down from your high — eyes closed, body trembling and breathing heavily, the woman followed a trail of kisses and licks through your body until she reached your face. Where she captured your lips in a hungry kiss, making you moan as you tasted yourself in her warm skillful mouth.

When you part for the air, you mapped shapes into the freckles on her back. Looking at your girlfriend with doe eyes and a weak smile, still recovering from the orgasm and trying to control your irregular breath.

“Mel, can you approach a little more?” you broke the silence wanting more contact with her body. She giggled hearing your request and moved even closer. Not wanting to spend a second away from you.

“You're so good to me, hon,” she returned the smile, pressing a gentle peck on your cheek. “So good. I'm so proud of you.”

The next morning and also the last day you stayed at her house, the woman didn't give you any time or chance to rest. While preparing breakfast, she bent you over the kitchen counter and fucked you senseless with one of the strap-ons which she kept in a secret box that contained various sex toys that she used with you in bed. Things like vibrators, handcuffs and whips stood out in this huge selection of objects.

“Mommy,” you mewled between violent thrusts and hearing her animalistic grunts accompanying the movements of her hips slamming into you. “I can’t hold it any longer, please let me come.”

“That’s it, be a good girl and cum for mommy,” she whined, finding her own release after hearing you scream her name. Melissa gently pumped her cock inside you for a while, before pulling out with a kiss down your spine to relax your body on the aftershock. She throwed the harness on the floor to worry about cleaning up later.

You made a dissatisfied noise, feeling empty. She noticed and started calming you.

“I gotcha baby. You’re okay, now let’s get ya cleaned up and fresh.” The redhead carried you in her arms bridal style to the upstairs bathroom and kept her promise, giving you a warm, relaxing bath that you enjoyed every second melting on her embrace and sighing passionately with each caresses and kisses given.

After your shared bath, Melissa made blueberry pancakes along with strawberries and apple juice — your favorites — and took you back to bed. But this time, she didn’t start another round and just spooned you from behind, whispering sweet nothings as you fell asleep with an adorable smile on your face.

“So beautiful and precious,” she told you. “Ti amo, dolcezza mia. Sono la donna più fortunata del mondo.”

“I love you,” you managed to say sleepily, turning around to face Melissa and snuggle into her soft and comfy chest. That at this point had become your favorite place to sleep in peace, the sound of the redhead's heartbeat always calmed you down. “More than anything, babe.”

The last thing you felt before drifting off was a tender kiss on your hair.

That Sunday, you slept like a baby. What a completely unforgettable weekend, those pleasurable moments with your girlfriend were always cherished. No matter how much energy it took from you, leaving Melissa in complete control was special and made you feel loved in her presence.

Stopping walking for a bit as your feet feel sore through your green all-stars, you complain once again.

“I just need a double dose of caffeine and a medicine to calm down,” you breathed out, practically dragging yourself with your heavy bag on your shoulder. “Dude, why do I pack so much stuff in this damn thing? There’s enough props that could fit in Ava’s bunker.”

Mr. Johnson, who was sweeping the floor with small headphones humming the Jacksons famous Blame on The Boogie tune, laughs at your complaints making you startle, placing a hand on your chest while meeting his gaze. “You look like Ms. Teagues waking up confused in the nurse’s office after taking out the entire power in school,” he commented casually. “Where is that willingness? Does Ms. Schemmenti have anything to do with this?”

The mockery makes your cheeks take on a red blush. Everyone was now aware of your serious relationship and every opportunity given they found a way to make fun of the dominance she had over you, in a respectful way, obviously. No one would dare to disrespect Melissa’s precious girlfriend that she protected with all her heart.

You didn’t mind all that teasing of course, it was hilarious and a bit harmless when someone did it. Perhaps, these jokes were so good that they made you laugh genuinely. But since you’re known through the entire building as one of the shyest and quietest teachers, that often led to extremely embarrassing situations.

Like one time on development day where in the middle of Ava's ridiculous presentation, sharing what she had done over the summer vacation instead of her plans for school in the new school year. At the back of the library, Melissa began tracing imaginary patterns on your soft thighs, each movement closer to your core without caring about the rest of the staff present. Self-conscious and afraid of being caught, you grabbed her hand, pulling it away in dismay. But the ambitious woman just gave a smug grin and continued her ministries, earning a deep, shaky sigh to fall from your lips.

The redheaded teacher was only testing the waters, shamelessly teasing you to see how far you would reach the limit. That meant, begging to be touched by her.

“Lissa, we are in the same place as our co-workers. That isn't a great idea!” you protested, unsuccessfully trying to maintain your professional demeanor in public.

“Don’t be a pussy, you can handle it, dollface.” She replied with her pupils blown with desire, waiting for you to give in.

“Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti,” you tried with a firm tone but were interrupted with a slap on your left thigh. That would definitely leave a mark. “What are–”

“Sarai una brava ragazza per me, o ti comporterai come una stronza?” Melissa scoffs with a humorless laugh, knowing that when she said something extremely dirty in her native language, it quickly turned you on. “O vuoi un altro segno rosso sul sedere?”

“Uh?”

She jeered with false sympathetic eyes. “Poor baby, cat’s got your tongue?”

“No, but..”

Barb, who was there that morning — almost fast asleep, and inpatient, noticed the almost inappropriate act in public and ended up reprimanding you and her work wife with an incredulous look. “Ladies, we’re on school grounds. This is a learning space, please behave.”

“Please forgive us, Mrs. Howard, it won't happen again!” you spoke out, chastising for sounding like an horny teenager caught by your parents in the middle of an intimate moment. “We’re just fooling around to take our mind off the nonsense things Principal Coleman says about her spiritual retreat.”

“Mmm, I see.” She hums, falling back asleep tired from all the chatter.

You put your hands on your face, feeling embarrassed and shy. Jumping on your seat for a brief second when Melissa puts her own palms on top of yours, making you look directly at her.

“Do ya think you can get away that easily?” your girlfriend teased with a tilt of her head, leaning in to drop a comment in your ear. “Bambina cattiva. I suppose mommy has to teach you a lesson. Doesn’t she?”

She wasn't suggesting what you were imagining, was she?

“I dunno if we should have a quickie in here. It’s easier and safer to do this at home, there’s more privacy and I don’t want to get on any trouble—”

“Shut up and follow me outside,” Melissa interrupted, grabbing you by the arm with a certain possession. The touch makes you squeal in pain. “Do I have to discipline you to be more obedient when receiving orders?”

“It will not be necessary. I’ll behave, ma'am.”

“Good.” She replied, satisfied with your answer. “See, you can obey me. It’s easy.”

The disapproval warning given earlier by Barbara was a little in vain, as minutes later the redhead ended up pulling you to the parking lot and covering your mouth, roughly fingering you in her car as a punishment for not keeping quiet. Risky but also hot.

“Mommy’s little slutty girl,” Melissa groaned in the backseat with a sweet ridiculous voice compared to the almost aggressive way she inserted four fingers into your tight hole. “So fuckin’ pretty, all mine.” The words made your walls clench around her, obtaining another moan to escape from the redhead’s labia.

“Yeah, mommy. Only yours,” you whimpered, before cumming hard in the older woman's strong arms. Collapsing as Melissa holds you tightly against her. “Fuck!”

“Questa è la mia principessa,” she concluded that day, tracing your lower lip with her finger affectionately. “Why don’t we go home right away, hon? I guess someone deserves to be rewarded for the good job she just did for me.”

“Please,” you answered with some difficulty, nuzzling your face in the crock of her neck. Inhaling the sweet aroma of jasmine from her perfume. You weren't so naive as you seemed, the reward meant that Melissa was going to let you touch her. And you would never refuse an offer to pleasure that goddess sculpted by angels.

“Please? Such an obedient baby. How could I deny something from a sweet thing like ya?”

Melissa was always attracted to your innocence and purity. There was something charming about the way you acted with any unintentional sexual provocation she threw your way, giving a shy smile in response or a nervous laugh. Or how you blushed afterwards when you asked her to explore something new in bed together, or buried your face in her chest when she showered you with kisses and called you her good girl. That drove her instantly insane. Since after all, you were just her pretty angel that she loved corrupting and ruining.

“Mr J..” you gave a panicked smile coming back from the memory, about to think of an excuse so you can run and get out of there as quickly as possible. “I-”

The janitor rolled his eyes in amusement when he noticed how desperate you were.“I'm only joking kid, chill out. What happened to your sense of humor and improvised jokes?” he questions. “I think the ghost of bad mood got you, boo!”

You raised your eyebrows without expressing any reaction. “Ghost of bad mood? That sounds like something my fourth graders would say.”

“And something you would say if you were in a good mood!” The guardian retorts. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to finish cleaning the rest of the hallway and classrooms before the rascals arrive. And please, no pornographic acts in my closet again. You're lucky enough that the hidden cameras didn't capture anything or maybe could end up having consequences.”

Oh, another honorable mention of one of the ‘secret and public’ makeout sessions between you and Melissa on school grounds, which ended with you both getting caught after sex by Janine, it's safe to say that this experience was definitive for you two agreeing not to have quickies in any corner of Abbott anymore.

“Yep, understood, Mr. Johnson. No more activities in your closet,” you lowered your head, giving a small groan in irritation.

You continued to walk towards the break room, relieved it was twenty minutes left for the first bell to hit. Opening the door, you find Melissa who was keeping her leftovers from the weekend dinner in the fridge. You lean against the wall, watching her with a goofy smile. She truly was a vision. Seconds later, the woman beams when she notices your presence, she is always mesmerized everywhere you are. According to her, your beauty was breathtaking.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, enchanted by the way her bright eyes roamed your figure with adoration and longingly.

“Buongiorno amore,” she tells you gently in her sleepy morning voice and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. Normally Melissa didn’t show affection in public for preferring to be reserved — she wasn't a big fan of pda, jesting that sounded annoying. But lately she's been making an effort and exception after hearing you mention that it was one of your favorite love languages. “Someone seems whacked, hm?”

The false pity in her tone, doesn't go missed by you.

“I think a certain second grade teacher had something to do with it,” you playfully swat her on the elbow. “Earlier, it was a challenge getting up to change. I had to sit on a chair to put on my clothes, my legs were wobbly like jello!”

She laughs and boops your nose. “It means I fucked you well that weekend, honey. In fact, I can't wait to have a moment for ourselves again. So I can bury my head in your dripping cunt until you beg for me to stop.” Melissa whispers with a sensual wink and lets you wordless, returning to the usual table she shares with Barb.

If there was one thing she was good at, it was being a complete pervert. Consider it to be one of her many specialities. “Uh, right. That sounds perfect,” you stuttered and composed your posture to avoid shameless questions from the other teachers and move towards your main goal; the coffee machine. The staff room remained in a comfortable and compressive silence but something caught your attention immediately.

“What’s so hilarious there?” You asked in doubt as you turned on the almost broken machine with some difficulty to prepare a fresh cappuccino so you could recharge your social batteries before your students arrived that morning and heard Jacob and Janine whispering to each other excitedly. The small discussion between them echoed through the lounge, drawing the attention of the other teachers and staff members present in the room, who decided to ignore them. Finding the dynamic duo's infectious energy considerably irritating.

Gregory, who was sitting near the vending machine, exchanges glances with you and just shrugs at the interaction between his girlfriend and best friend.

“I have no idea what is being said, although it sounds very productive.” The teacher finishes, returning to pay attention to class planning and also to suggestions for his garden.

“Can this assumption be considered valid?” Jacob ponders with his hand on his chin, thoughtful for two measly minutes. “I mean, it only mentions a small percentage! I shouldn’t worry about that, right?”

Janine puts her hand on his shoulder, giving a gentle but firm pat. Sometimes the history teacher got anxious easily even depending on how silly the subject was. “Don’t worry, it’s just a small result that says you are considerably calm.” Finally, she turns her head towards you. “Good morning, Y/n! We were just checking out a BuzzFeed test that looked fun.”

“BuzzFeed test?” you raise an eyebrow holding back a laugh as if that was a funny joke made up by the younger teachers. “Is Hill freaking out about a quiz? No way.” It was common knowledge that the topics discussed by the two tended to be genuinely meaningless most of the time. And that seemed like another one on the list.

He defends himself, sounding somewhat dramatic. “It's not a simple quiz, it's one to find out how jealous we are with our partners.”

So it wasn't just a meaningless or random conversation. Just a test to reveal your level of jealousy? That was kind of interesting, no matter how stupid it seemed. Curious about the subject, you pull up a chair to sit next to them. “And what was the result you two got? Is it that bad?”

The second grade teacher takes her phone out of her pocket and checks the result again. “Mine said I’m quite naive and don’t feel jealous most of the time.” She sighs, looking a little offended by the adjective given in the sentence.

“Acceptable, if you don't take it personally as you always do in any situation. And Jacob?”

“My result said basically the same thing. Just adding that my jealousy could just be a small signal of paranoia caused by some insecurities,” the man shrugs, clearly uncomfortable with the suggested issue. Making a mental note to discuss it with his boyfriend later. “Rude if you ask me.”

You switch your gaze between your friends, taking a sip of your cappuccino. “Well, no offense, but in my opinion that makes a lot of sense.” The words that slip off your lips make them cast an incredulous look your way. “What?”

“If you say so,” Janine comments and clears her throat to take the attention away from her. “While we’re on the subject, let me seize the opportunity. Do you get jealous easily?”

The question sounded so silly and naive that for a measly second the idea of ​​not answering immediately seemed completely valid. So valid that you even considered it but decided against it when you remembered that she might be on your case later, insisting to the point of making you lose your mind with the typical interrogation.

“No!” you said proudly with a grin, convincing them. “I am someone who is considerably controlled.” Your focus goes to Melissa, who had put down her word search game and had nudged Barbara to watch the morning program presented by Jim Garden. “But that one over there? It's worse than the devil himself when she gets jealous.” You pointed to the redhead discreetly with a playful smile. Silently thanking that she wasn't listening.

Jacob gives you a puzzled look and gestures with his hands for you to come closer and whispers. “Huh, it's curious you mentioned that, Mel Mel once said she wasn’t the jealous type.”

Was this the best he could do to try and get a genuine giggle out of you? What a complete idiot.

“Right, and I adore attending the book club meetings at the gym twice a week,” you say sarcastically. Hoping that he was only teasing and saying something out of pocket, but your expression changed into a frown after noticing the truth and sincerity in his words. “That's impossible! When did she say it?” You almost shouted but covered your mouth with your hands so as not to attract any attention.

Jacob inhaled deeply, looking for the right words to not make you freak out. “When we...” The pause makes you slam your hand on the table, urging him to continue.

“HILL.”

Your patience began to run out when the Italian woman’s voice manifested about to make a fuss.

“Could youse control that noise over there?” Melissa grumbles from the couch that occupied the break room. “I’m trying to focus on the news,” she points to the television that was playing Channel 6.

“Sorry, honey!” you apologize, closing your eyes and taking a minute to recover, repeating the prompt. “When was that, Jacob? Answer me.”

“It was when we were watching some episodes of The Real Housewives of New Jersey in my apartment last month. In one moment, Mel burst into laughter and said that she had never felt jealous on an extreme level. Not a single time.” He recalled.

Your breathing hitches. The realization hits you like a punch in the gut. That sounded like a stupid April Fools joke.

Melissa Schemmenti was a jealous woman by nature. No matter how much she denied it, she made clear in her actions. Whenever someone flirted with you, her infamous fight or fight instinct was activated. You've witnessed many times the way she clenched her fist, bit her lip impatiently and gave a death glare to anyone who dared to mess with you. The Sicilian woman made a point of showing that her girl belonged only to her and no one else.

And knowing that she preferred to be stubborn and lie to hide that she was vulnerable and maintain her reputation as a fearless woman with a heart of stone rather than actually tell the fucking truth made you extremely outrageous. Did Melissa have the slightest idea and notion of how much this could upset you? Apparently not.

It was truly childish behavior to act dramatically about something stupid like that but who cared, it was your right to be bothered by it.

“She said? Great, we’ll see about that,” you mutter in a venomous tone with arms crossed. “It’s time for someone to try her own medicine.”

Jacob widens his eyes, afraid that he has revealed more than he should and leaves the table to go towards Gregory to discuss something lighter and more restrained like Dungeons and Dragons.

“Do not under any circumstances tell her that I said anything!” he begs in fear. “Sometimes, that woman scares the hell out of me. Even though I consider her a maternal figure, she—”

“No need to shit your pants, squidward. You’ll be able to sleep peacefully with doors open and lights off, the tenebrous green-eyed monster will not appear under your bed and rip your feet off.” You mock him and he just bites his nails, still scared.

Ava who was listening to the conversation pipes in. “Bitch, don’t tell me we're about to witness some real sapphic drama between you and our favorite milf. Watching this will be more fun than all the heterosexual drama between Janine and Gregory since he started working here.” She winks with a smirk.

“AVA,” Janine begins with a sigh, her exasperation palpable. "Seriously?"

“Quiet, lowercase. We're about to witness a historic fight between Abbott's hottest couple,” Ava retorts, clearly entertained.

As the silly provocation between the two women escalated, you quietly slipped out of the staff room. A bittersweet expression crossed your face, your stomach aching with discomfort. The camera crew, who had been filming the entire scene, noticed your sudden change in demeanor and hurriedly pulled you into the hallway for an impromptu interview.

“Sometimes, Melissa can really surprise me. Some moments are pleasant, others... not so much,” you said softly, absently playing with the ring on your left hand. “It’s just challenging to navigate at times.”

The cameraman nodded, urging you to elaborate more.

“She has her own way of seeing things,” you continued, gathering your thoughts. “I guess we all do. But that doesn't justify her acting like a damn bitch.”

——

The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind of chaos. From the moment the kids entered your classroom for the first period, they seemed determined to test every ounce of your energy, concentration, and patience. Your usually well-behaved students turned into mischievous imps whenever they caught a moment's respite from your watchful eye. Normally, you didn't mind their occasional antics; it was part of the joy of teaching. But today, dealing with their exuberance felt overwhelming, compounded by the weariness that weighed heavily on you.

Before heading to the cafeteria, your little eagles had transformed into small devils, finding mischief in every corner of the class. Pencils flew like missiles during quiet time, paper airplanes soared across the room during small breaks, and even the usually attentive ones seemed to have caught a case of the giggles that spread like wildfire.

You found yourself back in the classroom after a much-needed lunch break with Janine, Gregory, and Jacob at a quaint restaurant seven blocks from school. Spending time with the trio had been a welcome distraction from the confusion and hurt caused by Melissa’s unfounded lie about her jealousy. You were thankful that the topic hadn't resurfaced during lunch.

Initially hesitant when Gregory invited you to join them, fearing it might fuel gossip about that topic, you eventually relented at Janine and Jacob's insistence. They assured you they wouldn't bring up anything uncomfortable, and instead, the conversation flowed to lighter topics—celebrities, nerd conventions, upcoming seasons of TV shows, and plans for the next weekend’s parties.

Faced with a daunting stack of tests to grade by Thursday morning, you absentmindedly clicked the tip of the red pen. The harsh, flickering light strained your eyes uncomfortably. Thoughts swirled in your mind—was retaliating against Melissa fair? Or would it be wiser to simply ignore her falsehood? You trusted Jacob. He wouldn't lie about something like that, would he?

Maybe the best course of action was to confide in your girlfriend about the insecurity that the revelation had sparked. But the thought of admitting to Melissa that her words had shaken you, worried that it might seem like making a mountain out of a molehill, made you afraid. You didn't want to burden her with unnecessary drama.

“Ms. Y/l/n?” A voice from the back of the room interrupted your thoughts, causing you to hastily put your glasses back on and stand up to address the class.

“Yes, Jayden? How can I help you?” you responded, trying to maintain composure despite the unexpected question.

The boy looks at you with a neutral expression, before saying something unexpected. “I just wanted to know one thing. Are you pissed off at Ms. Schemmenti?”

You were taken aback in the heat of emotion. “Wait, what?”

A chorus of awed whispers erupted among the students, making you wish you could disappear into the floor. The speed at which gossip spread through the school was staggering, and controlling it seemed impossible. Your only hope was that Melissa wouldn’t hear about this.

“Class, let’s settle down,” you scolded, though your own nerves were evident. Fidgeting with the pearl necklace around your neck, your fingers trembling slightly, you replied, “What makes you think that, buddy?”

He gestured towards the framed photo on your desk—an adorable snapshot from one of your early dates with Melissa, a day she surprised you with a picnic in the park. You both had agreed to keep your relationship private initially, which made this moment all the more intimate and cherished.

“You haven’t been holding the picture and staring at it with puppy heart eyes today since the first class started. And you always do that, so somethin’ is clearly wrong here.” Jayden notes.

“And we didn't see you coming out into the hall to visit her when you dropped us at art class,” Skylar added with conviction.

Elijah, who was engrossed in his drawing, wisely pointed out. “And also, you didn't take out your phone to text her and laugh at her dad jokes,” he chuckled, grimacing.

Fucking hell. It was remarkable how observant these kids were, noticing every detail of your daily routine. They were right, but explaining the nuances of your relationship to them felt awkward and unnecessary.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you spoke. “Everything’s fine. I’m just a bit distracted today, that’s all. But everything between us is as it should be. Understood?”

“Got it,” the students chorused, finally leaving you in peace. It was both amusing and exasperating to have to justify the intricacies of your relationship to a bunch of curious children—a situation you never imagined facing in your years as an experienced teacher. One thing was certain: your therapist would hear some interesting stories next month.

“Why can't I ever have a normal morning in this place?" you muttered, rubbing your temple as the camera zoomed in on your face. "I swear, it's like Abbott is conspiring against me. On summer break I will vanish from Philadelphia.”

——

After dismissing your last student for the day, you locked the classroom door with a defeated expression. Gathering your things, you made your way to the gym where Ava’s book club meeting was set to begin in fourteen minutes. The prospect of discussing books didn’t seem quite as pleasant knowing Melissa would be there, oblivious to your seething anger.

Speaking of the older woman, in the last period you thought of a naive plan to get some much-deserved revenge. Your plan was initially short and objective, leaving Melissa jealous by deliberately flirting with another staff member to the point where she lost control completely. It seemed simple to think like that straight away, the real problem would be execution and you knew it would be complicated.

Furthermore, there were three stages for the older woman to enter possessive and dominant mode. First, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Second, she clenched her teeth and bit her lips, feeling the blood rush to her head at a frightening speed. And finally, threatened anyone with her greenish orbs, sometimes even opting for violence methods featuring the emotional support baseball bat who she affectionately nicknamed Edith Houghton.

To push her to these stages, your flirting would need to push boundaries. But could you really go through with it, right? You just needed a suitable target.

Lost in thought, you walked slowly towards the stage, pulling out the book from your bag and flipping through its highlighted pages of One Of The Good Guys. Distracted and not paying attention, you collided with someone, sending both of you and your belongings sprawling to the floor.

“Ouch,” you complain. “My things are all scattered! What a great way to finish my Monday.”

“Fuck! Sorry!” A male voice exclaims in ecstasy, clearly frightened. Reaching out his hand to help you up.

You looked up and recognized Benjamin Cooper, one of the newly hired teachers for seventh grade. He wasn't a frequent face in the break room, often seen at meetings and conferences, seeming introverted and anxious around the rest that worked there. As if the poor twenty-six year old was looking for validation from those more experienced. Fairly that made you feel a little sorry and wanted to help him fit in.

“No worries, Mr. Cooper,” you said, accepting his hand with a small smile. “I was equally distracted.”

Benjamin blushed. “I should have been paying more attention. I've been a bit lost in my own world.”

“Win-win, right?” you replied with a light laugh. “So are you here for the book club?”

His face lit up at the question. “Yeah, Janine recommended it as a good way to get to know everyone here better. She said it’s quite an adventure.”

Before you could respond, Ava appeared, clapping hands. “Come on bitches, let's get this over with. I have a party club to attend later.”

——

The conversation is lively, everyone spent the next forty minutes discussing the story of the book, seeming intrigued by how the plot unfolded. But you have a different goal today. You steal a glance at Melissa, sitting on the other side of the circle, before turning to Benjamin, who is next to you.

Then let the games begin.

With a charming smile, you lean slightly closer to Benjamin, enough so that your legs are almost touching. “You really captured all the nuances of that character,” you say, voice sweet and complimentary. “It’s rare to find someone who sees so deeply between the lines.”

He smiles, clearly flattered. “Thank you, Y/n. I always try to pay attention to the smallest details.”

As the conversation continues, you laugh at his jokes, lightly touch his arm as you speak, and ask questions that demonstrate a genuine interest in his opinions. Your eyes shined with excitement, but every now and then, you would cast a calculating glance toward Melissa, watching her reaction.

The second grade teacher, sitting a few feet away with her legs propped up on another free chair, tries to remain calm, but her fingers nervously tap the cover of the book. Her eyes squint whenever they land on both of you, and her jaw is tense, her lips forming a thin line. She sees how you are purposely trying to at the same time attract his attention and piss her and she feels a mixture of anger and jealousy rising inside her.

During a pause in the debate, you laugh again at something Benjamin said and touch his knee, leaving it there for a moment longer than necessary. The redhead, no longer able to contain herself, stood up abruptly, attracting the eyes of everyone in the room.

“I need some air,” she says, her speech controlled but carrying a cold tone. She leaves the room quickly, leaving an awkward silence behind.

You watch her leave, a victorious expression flickering across your face before turning her attention back to him. “Sorry about that,” you whispered, trying to play it off. “She must be tired. Mel had a busy morning. Mondays are kinda tough for her.”

Benjamin, a little confused, just nods, while the others exchange puzzled glances. Except Ava who just remained lying on the floor, playing on her phone and enjoying the spectacle in front of her.

The principal laughed shamelessly. “Things are heating up! Mr. Johnson, get the damn popcorn ready. Someone is going to drop dead here!”

Her casual remark caught Barb's attention. She pieced together the situation and gave you a skeptical look, silently questioning whether you were brave or reckless to challenge Melissa without fear of serious consequences.

“Y/n.” She responds quietly enough just for you to listen, making a cutting gesture across her throat. “Sweet baby Jesus and the grown up too, what on earth are you doing?”

In a bold move, you raised a finger to your lips, implying that it was a deserved payback. The words of reprimand almost escape the brunette's throat, but she stops herself. Too stunned to speak against.

Mr. Morton whistled, drawing everyone's focus back to the book discussion.

You could have sworn you heard the noise of the redhead in her classroom, punching some makeshift bag to gauge the tension. Your creative imagination could visualize the scene perfectly, Melissa would have her back to the closed door, her body tense and her fists flying towards the object, hanging in the corner of the room. Each blow precise and full of strength, sweat running down her forehead and the veins in her neck standing out, highlighting the gravity of her dangerous emotions.

She would also probably be mumbling disjointed words with a focused expression.

After a few minutes, Melissa returns, carrying a bottle of water, trying to maintain her composure. As she handed the object to you, your eyes met hers for a moment, filled with unspoken emotions. “You forgot it in your classroom, darling,” she says, more controlled, but her body language says much more.

You take the bottle, fingers brushing your girlfriend's, and give her a smile that's both apologetic and mischievous. “Oh, how forgetful I am! Thank you, gorgeous,” you reply, the word loaded with meaning.

The rest of the meeting continued with a palpable tension in the air, and although your plan had been completed successfully, the atmosphere changed when the man innocently asked if you would be interested in going out sometime so you could visit a bookstore downtown.

Melissa watched from afar, her jaw clenched as she saw the blonde place his hand on your shoulder, inviting you to join him. Jealousy boiled inside her until it erupted into an outburst she couldn't contain. With determined steps, she stormed towards you, eyes flashing with indignation.

“Oi, you piece of shit!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. “Aren't you ashamed to flirt with my girlfriend in front of me?”

Benjamin turned around, surprised by Melissa's outburst. His smile disappeared instantly, replaced by an expression of bewilderment.

“Ms. Schemmenti, I... I wasn't...”

“I don't want to hear your excuses!” Melissa interrupted, her voice still thick with fury. “I have a baseball bat hidden in the trunk of my car and I'm not afraid to stick it right up into your ass—”

The youngest, visibly shaken, quickly retreated from the room, leaving space for others to quietly exit in his wake.

Barb stood at the entrance, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she observed the tense scene unfolding before her. As the fight between you and Melissa began, the kindergarten teacher's shock and disapproval grew. She had always known you two to be level-headed professionals, and seeing you in such a state of conflict was unsettling.

After a few moments of observing, she shook her head in disbelief. She knew that intervening in such a heated exchange would likely only make matters worse. Instead, she turned on her heel and quietly left the gym, praying that it would end soon.

“You've got some nerve, Y/n,” Melissa spat, her voice sharp with anger. “Flirting with him like that, right in front of me?” She had been pacing back and forth, her frustration boiling over into shouts that echoed off the walls. You, on the other hand, sat calmly in one of the chairs again.

“Please Schemmenti,” you scoffed. “You're just upset because I caught you in a lie.”

Her eyes narrowed, jaw clenching in frustration. “Lie?! What the fuck are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice rising.

You leaned back on your seat, crossing your legs casually. “You said to Jacob last month that you weren't a jealous person, remember?" you taunted. “But it's clear as day that you are!”

Melissa's face flushed, her hands balling into fists at her sides. She had hoped to keep her jealousy hidden, but you had seen right through her facade. “That's not the point,” the green-eyed woman snapped, her voice tinged with bitterness. “You shouldn't have been flirting with him in the first place.”

“Maybe if ya were more honest about your feelings, we wouldn't be having this conversation.”

She advances towards you quickly, like a predator surrounding its prey without caring for the way your body shrank and trembles with dark green eyes studying you carefully. You are startled by the movement and lose your balance, falling from the folding chair. Making a thunderous noise, leaving your cheeks flushed in embarrassment

“Crap,” you hiss in pain. “I’m going to need a bucket full of ice to assess this fall. Uh?” The attempt to calm her down backfires when she only rolls her eyes in annoyance silently shutting your mouth with her infamous mortal glare.

Melissa leans on top of your body, biting and licking your earlobe before whispering a simple command that she expects you to follow without any questions or complaints. Her heavy breathing makes you suppress a small whimper. “I want you to meet me at the parking lot in four minutes. It looks like someone needs to remember how to behave like a good girl and not disobey mommy again.”

You just agree, too muzzy to speak. She gets off of you, picks up the purse that was on the side of the chair and takes one last look at you, before disappearing in her angry walk, the noise of her boots makes your head spin.

You were in trouble. And about to see the meanest side of your girlfriend while dealing with the terrible consequences of your acts.

——

The heavy silence of the house is broken by the abrupt sound of the front door slamming shut. Melissa enters, her face a mask of suppressed fury, her eyes burning with a jealousy she can no longer control. You, mesmerized by the intensity of the older woman's expression, take a step back, but there is no time to react.

With a quick movement, she approaches, her hands firm but gentle, holding her precious girl around the waist. Without a word, she lifts you onto her lap, her muscles tense with anger and neediness. Taken by surprise, you feel your heart racing, a mixture of fear and excitement taking over.

Melissa strides purposefully down the hallway upstairs, fury burning in every movement. Sucking and biting your neck, creating purple marks that she knew would be difficult to hide later. When you reach her large room, she pushes the door with her foot, entering a space that now seems small and suffocating. “You've been quite naughty,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “I think you need a gentle reminder of who's in charge.”

The bedroom is shrouded in soft gloom, lit only by the diffused light from the lamp on the bedside table. The redhead takes in your figure, who is standing next to the bed, your eyes shining with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. Melissa looked deeply into your eyes, feeling the weight of desire and anticipation. Slowly, with a firm but tender touch, she began to undress you, piece by piece, letting each item of garment fall gently to the floor. Her slender fingers slid across the smooth skin.

She begins to unbutton her own blazer, revealing the pale, unblemished skin beneath. Each undone button is executed with calculated precision, his eyes never leaving yours. Melissa slides her blouse and bra off her shoulders, leaving them coughed next to the mirror.

Her hands go down, undoing her belt and black leather pants. The soft sound of the zipper coming down echoes through the silent room. She slides her pants down, revealing her sculpted legs, and kicks them to the side. After taking off her underwear. Melissa stands up again, completely naked, a perfect contrast between confidence and vulnerability.

The soft light from the lamp outlines every curve of her body, creating shadows that dance across her skin. With a nonchalant face, she walks to the drawer and opens it, taking out the harness and dildo. With dexterity, she attaches the accessory to her waist, adjusting it perfectly. The strap-on contrasts with her milky skin, looking like a natural extension of her body.

“Kneel.” Melissa commands, pointing to the center of the floor. There's a harsh, venomous tone to her hoarse voice and you get the feeling that you're going to be humiliated by the older woman for acting and behaving like a brat. Without hesitation, you obeyed, lowering yourself to the floor, knees meeting the cold wooden floor.

She sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs, with a maniacal smile and a demonic look in her green eyes — now dark with excitement. The sight looked quite pornographic, her red hair was now tied up in a beautiful ponytail, the way that her curves and magnificent body were on display for you.

“Suck it. Now.”

Your breath caught at Melissa’s words, a mix of anticipation and excitement flooding your senses. With a soft nod, you reached for her harness, your fingers clumsy tracing the contours. The smooth texture felt foreign yet strangely enticing in your hands.

She groaned at the sight of you wrapping your lips around her, the other end rubbing her clit causing a gasp. “That’s a good little girl, taking mommy's cock so well.” You moaned at her praise, running your tongue over the length, sucking and licking.

As you continue, she begins to move her hips slightly, pushing the silicone a little deeper into your mouth, establishing a slow but steady rhythm. “You like that, baby? Letting me take control of ya?” she asks. “Seeing you like this, so submissive and dedicated makes me so damn wet.”

She receives a muffled moan of confirmation, your palms resting on Melissa's thighs to plead more physical contact.

“Good pet.” The woman repeats. “Keep going, you’re making me so proud.”

You whined, feeling a wave of heat rise to your face. Looking away, trying to hide the blush that was certainly coloring your cheeks.

“Holy shit, baby. Mommy is so close. Make her come in your mouth with that magical tongue of yours.”

The answer is immediate. You increase the intensity, mouth working expertly as she continues to fuck your throat on agressive movements. The sound of panting breaths and whimpers fills the bedroom, creating a symphony of submission and pleasure. Every movement is meticulous, showing your dedication to pleasing. Melissa lets out a sigh, her fingers tangling in your long hair, guiding you gently as she reaches her orgasm.

“Fuck.”

She lay on her back, her auburn hair fanned out across the pillows. sinking into the softness of her king-sized bed, mind still buzzing with euphoria.

“Come here.” The tempting woman commands softly, reaching out her hand to you. Without hesitation, you position yourself over Melissa, straddling her. She holds you with a mischievous smile, helping you align yourself with the strap. “Ready for me?”

You yelp, cheeks flushed pink, holding onto her shoulders for balance. Slowly starting to lower yourself, feeling the toy enter your tight hole, a soft moan escaping your lips as the redhead fills you up deliciously.

“Such an obedient plaything,” Melissa whispers. She lets go of your waist and slides her hands up, firmly cupping your breasts. “Now ride me, sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” you whimper. “Of course, mommy—”

You begin to move, getting up and lowering yourself slowly at first, finding a comfortable rhythm. She watches in awe, fingers lightly squeezing your tits as she moves her hips up to meet yours. “Good girl. That’s it.” The Italian praises, encouraging.

As your motions progressed, bouncing with more intensity now back and forth, Melissa lets out low and hoarse moans. With a firm touch, she slaps your left breast, the skin turning slightly red from the impact. You arch your back, letting out a loud moan in response, intensifying the experience. The woman repeats the gesture, this time on the right breast, her hands caressing and squeezing right after the slap.

“Does that hurt? Oh baby.” She laughs. “Do you enjoy being my sweet little toy?”

“Yes!” you say between growls, more desperately. Each thrust sends waves through your body, the slaps to your breasts only intensifying. “I was made to be used by you.”

Melissa continues to encourage you, soft hands alternating between slaps and caresses. The bed starts creaking and you grab the headboard to have something to hold on, your knuckles turn white as you reach your climax, a groan of her name echoes in the residence, your body collapsing on top of her. The mattress sinks on impact, but you don't seem to worry about that.

You remain in that comfortable position for a while, the hands that were scratching your back now rest on your ass, caressing the soft flesh with a delicious lightness. Melissa's touch is intimate yet confident, each stroke a gentle exploration of familiar territory, as if following a recipe she knows by heart.

Rubbing your cheek against her shoulder, your mind melts and enters a state of relaxation. The feeling of her heathen and sweaty body pressed against yours and enveloping both of you in an intimate warmth makes you realize that there's no place else you'd rather be.

Outside, the night holds its breath, unaware of the intensity unfolding within the sanctuary of your shared passion.

“So fuckin’ good.” Melissa babbles, mostly to herself. “Dio, è così dannatamente bello. Posso sentirlo pulsare sul mio cazzo.”

She then delivered the first spank on your bottom, making you involuntarily jump in surprise. The bite you give in the valley of her big breasts awakens an primal animalistic desire on the woman underneath you.

In a blur of adrenaline and urgency, she placed more aggressive slaps on her ass, leaving it completely redden and sore, ignoring your cries. The action was enough for your juices to drip onto the sheets.

“Such a dirty whore, mommy needs to clean her before she makes more mess.”

Slowly, after at least ten swats on each buttock, Melissa removed you from above her, pulling your hair with all the strength she possessed. And pushing you to remain lying in bed, she grabs your wrists, pulling them above your head, trapping them firmly.

“Keep those hands to yourself or I will handcuff them.” Your heart misses a beat, you feel Melissa’s internal struggle, a deep desire.

The older woman lies on her stomach between your legs, leaning down to bite the inside of your thighs. Each kiss is teasing and intentional, leaving a trail of fire on your skin. You moan, your hips arching slightly in response to Melissa’s touch. “Babe…” you whisper, full of need.

“Shhh,” she whispered back, slapping your pussy and kissing your mound leaving a red mark of lipstick, claiming you as her property before spreading your folds apart. “I’ll take care of you, babygirl.”

Melissa gets closer, her tongue finally finding your puffy and throbbing clit. She starts with slow and circular movements, exploring each centimeter with experienced precision. You yearn, your fingers massaging your own breasts, trying to find some relief for the overwhelming wave that begins to take over.

“Lissa,” you exclaimed her nickname like a prayer. “Please.”

“You think you’re so smart. Flirting with that Stronzo on purpose just to get fucked by me later. I know you better than that, doll.” Purrs the redhead against the sensitive skin, her words sending vibrations of pleasure making the knot in your stomach slowly loosen with each degradation.

“I held back so much not to fuck you in that damn gym,” she continues raising her head. The pink lips shining with your wetness. “In front of that motherfucker to prove that you're just a brat desperate for mommy's attention. Isn't that true?"

“Yes, mommy. I'm a...brat who enjoys your attention.” you scream breaking under the intensity of the sensation.

Satisfied, Melissa buries her head between your pussy again, nibbling you with her sharp teeth. Tears begin to stream down your eyes, the feeling becoming too much. Your legs close around your girlfriend's head, keeping her trapped and slightly suffocated, your eyebrows twitch in concern. But she smiles widely, her own excitement borning. The Italian wouldn't mind if you suffocated her even more, finding the idea of ​​passing out while pushing you to the edge hot.

As your senses heightened, you noticed a peculiar sensation — a slight blurring of the edges of vision and a distant echo in your hearing. Melissa, sensing your arousal nearing its peak, intensified her efforts, her fingers and tongue working in sync to stimulate your most sensitive areas.

Suddenly, with a shuddering cry, your body convulsed in ecstasy, a rush of liquid escaping you as you experienced the intense release of squirting for the first time. Your cum splashed onto Melissa's mouth and chin. She moaned softly, savoring your taste as she continued to gently lap your folds drawing out every last bit of your pleasure.

You gazed at the ceiling, feeling simultaneously grounded and weightless. Drifting in a dreamlike state you struggled to anchor yourself back to reality, still overwhelmed and sore.

Melissa, noticing your distant gaze and subdued responses, felt a pang of concern. She gently traced your cheek, her touch seeking reassurance in their connection. Yet, as you remained unresponsive, the redhead’s worry deepened.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking with the realization that perhaps she had misread your intimacy. She cursed herself for possibly misinterpreting the intensity, fearing she had hurt you or worse.

The older woman propped herself up on one elbow. “Amore, breathe with me.” She said, her tone soothing guiding you through slow, deep breaths.

Gradually, the haze began to lift, the bedroom coming back into sharper focus. You felt a sense of clarity returning, though the confusion still lingered at the edges of your mind. You looked at Melissa, finding solace in your girlfriend's steady gaze.

Your eyes reflected a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. “I'm tired, Mel," you admitted quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “And a bit overwhelmed.”

She nodded understandingly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your sweaty forehead. “It’s okay, hon. I've got you.” She murmured, her words a comforting promise.

She gets up, trying not to make any noise, and goes to the bathroom. There, she wets a small towel with warm water, wringing it out before returning to the room. Melissa sits down next to you again and begins to gently clean your aching body, starting with your face and working your way down to your neck, shoulders and arms. Each touch is delicate, as she whispers sweet words of comfort and love.

After cleaning you up, Melissa grabs a bottle of soothing lotion from the bedside table and begins massaging your reddened skin, soothing any discomfort it may have caused. “I love you, baby.” she says, kissing your shoulder blades, while her hands continue their careful work.

You sigh, relaxing more with each touch. “I love you.”

She finishes the massage, tucks you with a soft blanket and lies down next to you, her presence comforting. And wraps an arm around you, pulling you close, and you can feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your back. You intertwine your fingers with hers, your breathing syncing with the calm rise and fall of her chest. Together, you fall into a peaceful sleep.

——

The next morning, you walked into school, steps a little uneven, a flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. Melissa was right beside you, a wide grin plastered on her face as she stifled laughter. She kept a supportive hand on your lower back, guiding you down the hallway.

As you made your way, you passed Ava and Barbara, who were welcoming students. Ava raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She made a scissor motion with her fingers, earning an exasperated sigh from the veteran teacher.

[joekeeryswife]

plz could you write something about mase looking after you when you’ve had a rough day with the baby!!

stress - m.m

a/n: hello angel! thank you for your request. omg i love it so much, kinda changed it a little if that’s okay! (dad! imagines own my heart!!!!). idk how to feel about this one so lmk what you guys think! anyways, let’s get on with the imagine, enjoy reading 🫶

mason mount taglist: @noturbabe22 @luvvtrent @peterparkerbae

four weeks, it had only been four weeks since you’d had your baby and you were already feeling like you’d failed her.

you knew becoming a mum would be difficult but you didn’t realise just how hard it was going to be. it was like everything you did was wrong.

Mason had gone back to work only a week after Margot was born and that was one of the worst thing to ever happen. you felt like you didn’t have support even though he would get up with her during the night and as soon as he got back from work he would take over looking after her. what was funny was whenever Mason got back from football she was never crying, it was like she could sense he was coming home.

Margot loved Mason. whenever he had her she hardly cried, she’d watch his face with such concentration and coo at him all the time. but when she was with you, she’d scream and cry no matter what you did.

you felt useless.

you felt like the worst mum in the entire world, not understanding what was wrong with her as she cried just hurt your heart. you just wanted to be in the ‘baby bubble’ everyone spoke about.

you wanted to feel like your friends did when they had their kids. they were always smiling, always happy when they were with their babies who hardly cried when they were with them, it was like you were broken.

today was like no other. it started out okay, Margot was actually happy this morning when you woke up, Mason had given her a bath and put her in the cutest outfit but then as soon as he said his goodbyes to the two of you and he drove out of the driveway, all hell broke loose.

she was just sobbing and it hurt you to hear those cries. “oh Margot, what’s the matter my angel. please don’t cry sweetheart. are you hungry? is that what it is?”

you quickly balanced her with one arm as you tried to lift up your pyjama top so you could breastfeed her but every time you tried to get her to latch she would turn her head away and sob louder.

you had realised that Margot would hardly ever latch when you tried to breastfeed her. it was very rare that she would allow you to breast feed her so you had decided to start pumping your milk and give it to her in a bottle instead and most of the time she would drink it from the bottle.

“how about we get you a bottle instead hmm? would that make you feel better?” you knew she wouldn’t reply to you but it was nice to speak to her. you got up from the sofa after fixing your top and warmed up the milk.

her sobs grew louder as you rocked her. waiting for the microwave to ‘ding’ felt like hours. “i know sweet girl, not long now” you poured the milk once it was warm enough into the bottle and went to sit back down on the sofa. you tried a few times before she finally started drinking the milk, her sobs died down but her eyes were still filled with tears and the tear stains on her cheeks broke your heart.

she was hiccuping slightly as she drank her milk but her eyes were fluttering masa img she was trying her best to not fall asleep. “you rest angel, mummy isn’t going anywhere. and i’m sorry i can’t understand you like your dad does, i promise i’m trying my best”

with that, her eyes closed and it was finally silent in the house. you just hoped today would be a lot better than the rest.

-♡-

Mason was back home a little later than expected tonight, he had been asked to stay back to speak to ten Hag which he forgot to tell you about but he knew you had it all okay at home. you always had Margot in a good-ish mood when he would come home and it was always nice to come home to a quiet house after training or a football match. he would hear shouting all day and coming home was just perfect.

you didn’t want Mason to know you were struggling, to you it felt like the worst thing i’m the world. you were meant to be a good mum as soon as you gave birth but you just felt like all you did was struggle. you had no idea what you were doing and you didn’t want Mason to be disappointed in you.

however, tonight Margot would not stop crying. after her bottle this morning she napped for maybe 30 minutes before her sobs started again and that continued for the entire day. you didn’t know what to do and you felt like you had failed as a mother. you had no idea what was wrong with her and you hated that you couldn’t understand what she was crying for. you felt like she hated you.

as Mason entered the house he could hear the wails coming from Margot, he had never ever heard her sound like this before and or worried him. he could hear you, speaking to her softly over her cries, you sounded just as upset as her. “i’m so sorry angel, i don’t understand why you’re crying. i’ve fed you, cuddled you, changed you, i don’t know what else i can do. i’m sorry i’m failing you”

his heart broke. he walked into the living room and saw you holding Margot in your chest with tears streaming down your face. you looked so defeated and he hated it. “hey, what’s going on? are you okay?” he questioned as he slowly walked towards you.

you hadn’t heard the front door close so hearing him made you jump. you didn’t want him ti see you like this so you quickly wiped your eyes and showed him your best convincing smile. “oh yeah i’m fine, she’s just, i don’t know what’s the matter. i think she just might be tired” you lied, of course you weren’t okay.

“do you want me to take her?” he held is arms out so he could take Margo from you so you quickly passed her to him and he gently started rocking her which no i’m surprise stopped her cries. you felt your heart break. was it really that easy?

your eyes filled with tears, jealousy and frustration taking over your body as you saw how easy it was for him to calm her down. “look, go upstairs and have a shower, i’ll take care of Margot and you just have a break okay?we can talk after if you want to” he watched your shoulders drop slightly and your chin quiver as you tried to hold in your tears, something was definitely wrong and he was going to figure out what.

once he heard the bathroom door close he sat down on the sofa with Margot. he watched her huge brown eyes dart across his face. “what’s happened angel? you giving mama a hard time?” she cooed at him, a small smile on her face which looked exactly like yours. “you can’t give mama a hard time honey, mama’s with you all day” she squealed, obviously not understanding him.

“i’m sure you tired, if you’ve been crying like that all day i’m surprised you’re up right now” he decided to grab a bottle and try get her to nap so he could speak to you. he had never seen you like that before.

he warmed up the bottle and went upstairs to her nursery and sat in the rocking chair. he started feeding Margot and immediately her eyes started to close, he honestly wished that he was able to stay off work with you when Margot was first born. he had only gotten a week off work before he had to go back and he felt awful but ten Hag wouldn’t give him anymore time off.

once Margot finished her bottle he turned on the white noise machine and put her down into her crib. he quickly exited her bedroom to leave her to nap and went to your shared bedroom. he wanted to talk to you, you barely speak to each other now and he wanted to spend time with you.

after waiting for a while you finally came out the bathroom in new pyjamas and your hair was wrapped in a towel. your eyes were red, it was obvious you had been crying. “hey” you said, noticing him on the bed. he opened his arms and waited for you to sit on the bed next to him so he could hug you.

you quickly got onto the bed and cuddled into him. “we haven’t cuddled in ages, we haven’t spoke in ages. i want to know what’s bothering you sweetheart. i’ve never seen you look so upset” he kissed your forehead.

“i just, i feel like i’m not a good mum. like everyday all she does as soon as you leave is scream and cry and i’m trying my best to understand what’s wrong with her and i’m struggling. i’m struggling a lot” you felt your eyes well up with new tears. Mason felt his heart break. he was annoyed with himself for not noticing sooner.

“it feels like she hates me. and i just feel stupid because as soon as she’s with you, you calm her down. she even smiles at you. i’m feeling so lonely and i feel like a terrible mum.” your tears started flowing down your cheeks. you were quietly sobbing as Mason pulled you in closer and ran his hand up and down your back.

“i’m so sorry sweetheart, i really am. i’m sorry i haven’t been here to support you, i’m sorry you’ve had to do it all on your own. it’s not fair at all. and i’m sorry you think that you’re a bad mum because you aren’t. you are the most incredible mum” he heard your sniffles, guilt eating him alive.

“if you weren’t a good mum you wouldn’t do half the shit you do now. she doesn’t hate you angel, she loves you. you don’t know what she tells me when i come home” he joked which made you giggle through tears.

“i know it is tough right now, but i promise it’ll get better.” you looked up at him with uncertainty. “it will, stop giving me that look” he gave you a sympathetic smile. he hated that you were feeling this way, he wanted you to enjoy being a mum.

“you stay here for a bit, i need to go do something. don’t come downstairs until i say alright? just watch some tv and i’ll be back” he gave you a few pecks before he left you in the bedroom, confusion filling your body. but nevertheless you grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, trying to finally relax.

-♡-

it had been over an hour since Mason asked you to stay upstairs and all you could hear downstairs was Mason’s footsteps. you had absolutely no idea what he was doing and you were nervous to even go back downstairs.

“y/n sweetheart you can come down now” you heard him shout up to you so you quickly turned off the tv and made your way downstairs. whilst you were upstairs Mason did come to get Margot who had awoken from her nap about thirty minutes into him leaving you upstairs.

you had gone to get her out of her nursery but Mason quickly shooed you away back to the bedroom so he could take care of her. you were grateful he went to help Margot, he knew how stressed you were and he was trying to make you feel better so he took Margot downstairs with him.

you walked down the stairs and into the living room and saw blankets and pillows covering the sofa with your favourite food on the coffee table and your favourite movie ready to play on the tv. Mason was holding a now very aware Margot who actually reached out for you.

“i know it’s not much but i thought maybe we could spend time together for once?” Mason handed Margot over to you and kissed you passionately. “i’d love to” you kissed him one more time before you both made your way to get under the covers on the sofa.

Mason pulled you into his hold and kissed your forehead. “i know this doesn’t make up for what’s been happening these past few weeks but i do want you to know me and Margot appreciate everything you do” you felt a smile form on your face as he spoke, he had a way with words which always made you feel special.

“i have also spoken to ten Hag and told him that i’m gonna take a few weeks time off to look after you both. i don’t want you to feel alone, ever, because i am here for you” you looked up at him, it was the first time he’d seen you smile in ages.

“i know you are, you didn’t need to take a few weeks off. will he not get angry at you?” you kissed his cheek and he shook his head. “i didn’t get to take the time of when she was first born so i i don’t care if he’s mad. i have a family to look after” he lent down to kiss you again.

you didn’t know why you were so anxious to tell Mason how you were feeling, you knew he would help you and you appreciated him. “thank you mase, i love you” he smiled at you “i love you more”.

[risswirly]

Unexpected Chemistry

SYNOPSIS: After transferring to Blackwell you're quickly adopted into the vortex club. However, in search of something less superficial, you find yourself drawn to your lab partner GENRE: fluff NOTE: I rarely see the reader in the vortex club so let me know if you want me to write another with this trope! WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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It had only been a week since you started attending Blackwell yet your life was already being turned on its head.

A girl named Victoria Chase had been your tour guide during your first few days and despite being a little shy you somehow made a good first impression and she'd decided to adopt you into her clique. The vortex club was far from your usual scene. Parties, constant drama, alcohol and drugs were not things you particularly enjoyed and in all honesty, the effort it took to keep up with their rapid-paced life was exhausting. However, you played along with it all, despite being unable to stand half the club's members you quickly discovered the power these people held and decided the pros of being in the "popular" group outweighed leaving. 

You sit alone on a desk near the back of Ms Grant's class, fidgeting quietly with the lab equipment in front of you. Despite the decent size of the vortex club, none of them shared this class with you, which you honestly preferred. It gave you a few hours a week to escape their constant fussing, even if it did mean having to be alone. 

Ms Grant leans on the front of her desk and students hush as she begins the class, "Alright, today we're going to be doing an experiment based on what I covered last lesson. So you know what that means, partner work!" She claps enthusiastically with a grin while the class perks up at the mention of an experiment. "I'll walk around and hand out these instruction manuals for you to share with your desk partner." She states before grabbing a stack of sheets and begins passing them out. 

You sit silently as you watch your classmates break out into chatter. As you observe them joke and enjoy each others company you feel a twang of sadness knowing you don't have the same carefree and comfortable friendship with any of the vortex club. Deep down you yearn for a genuine connection that isn't just fuelled by shit-talking and partying. 

"Ah (y/n), you don't have a desk partner do you?" Ms Grant snaps you out of your train of thought with her question. You shake your head with a weak smile looking at the empty seat beside you, not that you minded all that much. She shakes her head and places her hands on her hips "That just wont do will it." she jokes trying to lighten your mood a bit before scanning the room quickly. "Ah yes, you can partner with Warren! He's usually the leftover student but since you've joined we now have an even number." With a fond smile she points to a boy sitting alone a few rows in front of you. 

You quickly gather your things, holding your items close to your chest before making your way over to the lonesome boy. You place your books down on the empty side of the table prompting him to look up from the instruction sheet.

Once his head turns toward you, you're finally able to actually get a good look at him. His fluffy chestnut hair hangs down in front of his face slightly, while his brown eyes look back up at you. He's wearing a dorky graphic tee that sits loosely over his lanky frame. You feel your face warm up a little as your eyes trail over his features. 

Damn, he's cute. 

You ignore the thought and pull out your new chair. "Hi" you greet him with a small wave, putting on the confident act you've been keeping up all week "I think I'm your desk partner now" You add on as you take a seat. "Oh hey" He smiles softly, his eyes linger on you for a second longer as if lost in the details of your face, before he quickly glances away. "I'm Warren" He introduces himself sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed for staring at you.

"Im (y/n)" you smile back warmly. Maybe this could be a chance to make real friends! Friends away from the Vortex Club and its reputation.

"Yeah I know" he chuckles quietly to himself as he begins to set up the lab equipment. "Pardon?" you ask with a furrowed brow, not exactly sure what his comment is meant to mean. His gaze flickers back to you and his eyes widen as he realises how his words may have come across "OH, no no, I didn't mean that in a bad way. Its just, I think practically everyone knows who you are by now" He trails off. 

Well there goes that hope.

"Ive only been here a week?" You laugh lightly, taken slightly aback by his remark. God damn it, just how popular was this stupid club?  He laughs along with you at the absurdity of it, "I mean, people spend months sucking up to Victoria and Nathan trying to be apart of their group." he says with a slight look of distaste at the mention of the two. "You just sort of waltzed right in. People wanna know who the mysterious, pretty new girl is and how she got into the vortex club in just a few days." 

You pause for a second, reflecting on his words before speaking again. "I didn't exactly ask to be in their little club" You mutter just loud enough for Warren to hear. You didn't like the thought that so many people had already formed opinions on you simply because of who you'd become friends with and you felt a need to disprove these assumptions. 

He stops setting up for a moment, looking at you with a raised brow, "What do you mean by that?" he asks softly. You study his expression for a second and instead of being faced with judgement you see not only curiosity but also genuine concern in his eyes as he awaits your response. 

You take a deep breath, well here goes nothing. "Victoria is the first person I'd met, and since she added me to her group so quickly I haven't exactly been given much chance to make other friends." You look down at your desk, avoiding his eyes. You sigh before adding, "The vortex club isn't my crowd... but it seems like everyone else has made up their minds about me". This was the first time you'd actually been able to tell someone that, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest and you breath a little easier. Now there was actually someone that knew you, someone that you had been honest with, that had allowed you to open up and express yourself.

But now there was a deafening silence and you immediately cringe to yourself as you realise how pathetic you must seem to him. Maybe you'd gone a little overboard with the confession, I mean this was literally the first time you'd even met the guy. You turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment. 

He takes a moment to think about what you've said before leaning over the desk slightly, trying to catch your gaze, "Well... Im talking to you now aren't I?" He answers softly. 

You meet his eyes, he looks back at you with a gentle smile, his gaze filled with understanding and optimism. You feel a smile tug at the corner of your own lips after seeing his doe-eyed look, "Sooo, you don't think I'm a stuck up rich kid?" You chuckle with a sarcastic tone. He leans back slightly after seeing your mood lighten back up. You notice his eyes soften as they trail over your face again, as if he's taking his time memorising your smile.

"Perhaps I might've before, but, I see now that I was wrong.. I mean half the vortex kids wouldn't be caught dead talking to me in the first place" He adds, seeming more amused than ashamed. As the two of you joke and tease the vortex club for its elitist ways, you mentally capture an image of his wide grin and note how his eyes sparkle as he beams and you realise just how much you missed genuinely laughing with someone.

You take a long sigh to you catch your breath and smile to yourself in a moment of comfortable silence, "Mysterious, pretty new girl huh?" You ask glancing back at him with raised brows and a smirk. You watch as his smile falls and his eyes widen, his face turns a shade of red as he remembers what he'd called you. He clears his throat and averts his eyes trying to cover up his accidental slip from earlier "So erm, my friend is having a small get together this weekend, would you um maybe wanna come? I can introduce you to some people.. help you make new friends?" He asks shyly as he rubs the nape of his neck. You giggle at his less-than-smooth topic change but smile even wider at his offer. A chance to expand from the vortex club, a chance to express and be yourself without the pressure of needing to always look cool.

"Yes! I'd love to go!" You smile widely, not even bothering to try and hide your excitement. Warrens face lights up as he mirrors your own enthusiasm "Great! I'll send you the details, here-" He quickly pulls out his phone and hands it to you with a blank contact for you to fill out. Your heart flutters slightly as you type in your details and his little smile as he looks over them after you hand him back his phone only fuels the feeling even more. "I'll message you tonight. Um about the party of course! U-unless you'd like to talk about other things too?" He stammers awkwardly, a little nervous after getting your digits.

As he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to play it cool, Ms Grant passes by the front of your desk looking at your lack of experimenting. "Look, I'm always glad to see students getting along but this experiment is important." She reminds the both of you then walks off hiding a pleased grin. The two of you sheepishly smile realising how sidetracked you'd gotten before eventually getting back to work. 

For the rest of the class the two of you practically refused to shut up, joking, laughing and talking about almost everything. It felt like you'd reached a light at the end of a tunnel, finally basking in the sun after the storm that had been the past week. As you watch Warren struggle to wipe the grin off his face you think that perhaps, just maybe, this school wasn't as bad as you thought.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hiiii ms dilf lover! Love your writing, was wondering if you would write something about Miguel and an insecure reader. Some guys make fun of her stomach randomly in the street, and he stands up for her like the hero he isssss 🤭

hii!! thank you! sorry for the slight delay, I did tweak some things slightly hope that’s okay. I love things like this and ive missed him SO SO bad omg! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

OVERHEAR.

miguel o’hara x implied chubby fem!reader — comfort

word count. 1048

It’s often unusual for you to return to your shared apartment with a frown on your face, upset in your voice. Coming home to Miguel, you had no reason to be that way.

Though, that changed today. 

You were out shopping earlier on, picking up some new pieces for the change in weather, until you stumbled upon a group of teens in the area you needed to get to. You waited, you were patient. You even looked at things you didn’t need so they didn’t feel rushed. 

And then you heard those giggles, those little laughs and whispers telling you all you needed to know. You discreetly looked over to them, pretending you were scratching your shoulder as a means to see what they were laughing at. 

Which is when you saw it, the smallish group of both boys and girls snickering and pointing and gesturing – all of them making fun of you. 

Those little unkind acts were all that was needed to ruin your mood. You were already uncomfortable about shopping on your own as it was, and then they just obliterated any of the minimal amounts of joy you were feeling.

And so, you put all your things back and leave the store, pretending their words didn’t bother you – when in actuality, they were all you were thinking about. Their giggles and laughs repeat in your mind all the way home.

Pushing your keys into the lock, you quietly make your way inside, being mindful not to bring attention to yourself. To your sore, raw, saddened eyes.

There was no hiding from Miguel. He always knew when something was bothering you, especially now, and your face was all proof. He couldn’t see it, but he knew.

He looks over to you from the sofa, head twisted around as he watches you put your shoes away – never greeting him in your usual way. Never once uttering a word to him. 

He takes a moment, waiting for you to turn around, to return his ‘hey,’ but you never do. You only walk down the hall and into your bedroom, blanking his concerns.

Miguel follows after you, and knocks on the ajar door – a small collection of rhythmic taps asking to enter. 

“Cariño?” he stills, fist falling to his side. “Can I come in?” he asks, words gentle as he awaits your belated response.

You quickly sniffle, clearing your throat and wiping your eyes. “Yeah,” you reply, keeping your back to him as you pretend to busy yourself with the hangers in your closet.

He opens it slowly. His large, burly self lingering in the door frame as he watches you. “How was your day?” he questions, scoping you out. He was trying to warm you into opening up.

“Good,” you respond shortly, never once looking back at him – hiding your face. “Yours?”

He doesn’t reply, instead he makes his way over, tall frame almost towering over you from behind. “Are you okay?” he asks, voice warm.

You nod faintly, eyes welling with tears once more. That little question was all  that was needed to set you off again. You choke on a small sob and shake your head ‘no.’

He’s hesitant as he reaches for your shoulders. He doesn’t want to give you more reason to push him away.

But that small act of warmth was enough to turn around, to open up to him. You wrap your arms around his middle and bury your face into him – wetting his sweatshirt with your teary eyes.

He’s patient, he doesn’t talk yet. As much as he wants to know what's bothering you, he waits. Letting you speak up in your own time. For now he only places a large hand on the back of your head, palm warm and gentle as he strokes over your hair – caressing and calming you.

“I had a bad day,” you admit, pausing to sniffle. 

“What happened?” he hushes, holding your head carefully to him – protecting it.

“I was shopping,” you whisper, words muffling into him.

He backs away, peeling you from his chest to look at you – to hear you properly. He hums and nods, silently asking you to continue, his hand cupping your cheek as if to spur you on. 

“And uhm,” you snake your head, trying to rid those feelings. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, thumb grazing your cheek – pad flicking away the wetness from under your eyes. 

“I overheard these kids— these teenagers, and they,” your lip wobbles as you recall the memory. “They were just really nasty.”

“What did they say?” he asks, speaking carefully.

“I don’t know exactly,” you close your eyes and shrug. “Making fun of my size– talking about my stomach. I don’t know, I didn’t hear all of it.”

And that’s when all softness leaves his eyes, all warmth being replaced by something far more rigid. He was pissed.

“What do they look like?” he questions, words pointed but his touch still remained tender. “What store, mami?”

“I don’t remember,” you lie. You knew why he was asking, what he was implying by those questions. “It doesn’t matter.”

And as much as you wanted to see those kids get their asses handed to them, you just needed him here more. Needed to have him with you instead. 

He looks down at you, his gaze ever so slowly retreating to that same softness as before. Usually he would press you until he got the outcome he wanted, but that expression on your face told him all he needed to know – you didn’t need him to fight for you, but instead comfort you. So with a gentle understanding nod, he lets it go, thumb brushing over your sweet face as if to distract him from the protective frustrations he’s feeling.

“Don’t listen to what they say, querida,” he reassures, voice stern as if to reaffirm his words. “Kids are…”

“Dicks,” you laugh, choking on the last of your sob – residual snot creeping from your nose which you’re quick to wipe away. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles, face lightening up as yours does. “Kids are dicks.”

One hand reaches down to your hip, large palm pawing at the squidge, the other staying on your cheek. “Hermosa,” he says, words soft as he looks down to your tummy between you. “Don’t change it.”

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Dudeeee love your writing omggggg 🤰🤰🤰🛐🛐🛐

Just wondering if you could do Law reacting to the reader saying 'put a baby in me' during sex. Like imagine him just losing it 😩😩😩

OBSESSED with this bye. I'm in a Law phase and this sent me to the MOON.

Come on, Daddy.

Pairing: Law x afab!Reader

TW: Unprotected sex, Creampies, Breeding, Pet Names, Oral sex (f receiving), doggy style, missionary, do not try this at home kids!

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Today was your anniversary. Yours and Law’s second official anniversary, to be specific. This was actually the first anniversary of yours that you have actually celebrated… at this time last year you hadn’t exactly told the rest of the crew… wanting to keep it to yourselves for as long as possible. A captain having an intimate relationship with a crew mate? It seemed a bit taboo. But eventually, after being discovered having a *ahem* private moment with your captain by Penguin, it was revealed to the rest of the crew that yes, you and Law were indeed a “thing.” 

— — 

You still tried to keep it private as much as you could, no PDA or anything else that might make the crew uncomfortable. But during many nights of drinking, your fellow crew mates couldn’t help but tease you about your status with the captain. 

“I’d love to get out of kitchen duty tomorrow, but I guess I can’t since I’m not Captain’s Favorite” Shachi would yell out looking directly at you. You roll your eyes. 

“Mine is next week, dickhead. I don’t get out of anything.” You snip back at him without looking up from your News Coo.

“Yeah but you could! I don’t know why you never use it to your advantage! One blowie and you could skip mopping floors for a week! He’s so whipped for you.”Shachi crossed his arms and slunk back in his chair. 

“You guys suck, sorry you have big crushes on your captain or whatever.” You stand up and leave the conversation, having had enough stupidity and enough beer for the evening. 

— —

Now that your relationship is public, Law had no issue telling the crew to make themselves scarce for the day while he treated you on your anniversary. He made sure the Polar Tang was in range of an inhabited island just in time for this day so he could take you out for a meal and some fresh air. 

You spent the afternoon in your room getting dolled up for your hot date with the doctor. You took a long bath, shaving and washing your hair, then spritzing your neck and wrists with a warm-smelling vanilla spiced perfume. You knew this was Law’s favorite on you. Remembering that fact, you bent forward and sprayed the perfume on the inside of your ankles and smirked to yourself. You curled your hair into soft waves and applied your makeup before slipping a silk black dress over your head. You slid on your black heels and took a look in the mirror. The black dress flattered your body and the thin fabric barely shielded your nipples from sight. 

“Not bad.” You smile at yourself and do a little twirl in your mirror. 

You grab your purse and head out to the deck to meet your boyfriend. You open the door to the deck and see Law chatting and laughing with his crew mates. He was also dressed to the nines, dress slacks as apposed to his usual denim. Of course, he still had his hat on. God forbid he forego that damn hat. 

“Wow, don’t hurt ‘em Captain!” Penguin teased Law about his cleaned up appearance. They all chuckled but as soon as they spotted you, their laughter ceased and they eyed your gorgeous visage. 

“Oh sweets, you look…” Law spoke as he started walking towards you. “Absolutely delicious…” His eyes did a quick once over of your figure before he smirked at your face. You blushed. 

“Well… shall we, haha?” You giggled nervously having all the eyes of the crew on you, wanting to hurry on to your date. 

Law chuckled at your nervousness. “Let’s shall.” Law wrapped his arm around your waist and led you down the gangplank to shore the island. 

You eased at his silly response, he was in a good mood today. He was free from work, and has his whole time and attention to give to you… and not to mention how fucking sexy you look for him tonight. 

He held your hip closely as you strolled down the town’s streets. You couldn’t help but revel in this fantasy of being a normal couple. Not a pirate life, but a domestic one. No more battles with other warlords or the government, no more fast paced escape plans, no more fighting to make a name in the New World… What if? This island seemed nice… what if you just stayed here? You had plenty enough for a house. You could stay here and be a real couple, pop out a couple of kids, be a real family. 

You shook yourself out of your daydream as Law stopped in front of you to open the door to the restaurant. He let you pass before him and you both entered and got a table. He ordered you both a bottle of wine immediately, so you could begin to celebrate as soon as possible. After you got your wine he grabbed his glass and raised it. 

“To the best two years of my life. I love you, y/n.” He used his spare hand to stroke your hand on top of the white tablecloth. 

“I love you too, Law.” You clinked your glass with his and made a loud “mmm” as the expensive wine hit your tongue. You both made quick work of the wine and were enjoying your dinner while making conversations that you wouldn’t have around your crew. 

“No no, I swear, like he’s SUCH a little weirdo-“ You laughed out as you took another sip of wine before dessert. “He like was next to me and our hands were tied and all he had to say was ‘is there food here?’ Like? Who thinks of that at a time like that?” Law let out a deep laugh with his head back. 

“Straw Hat is a weird dude, I can tell you that… Hold on, the waiter has been taking too long, I’ll go see what that’s all about.” Law said as he rose from his seat. 

“Oh honey, it’s fine, we aren’t in a rush.” You cooed at him, enjoying your evening regardless of how long dessert took to come out from the kitchen. 

“Listen, y/n, that dress? I can’t look at it much more without ripping it off you, I kind of am in a rush.” 

You blushed as he went to go find the waiter. You took another big sip of wine. 

“Excuse me miss…” You felt a tap on your shoulder. It was a very elderly woman with a cane, coming to inquire something of you. 

“Yes ma’am, can I help you?” You politely answer. 

“How long have you and your husband been together?” She inquired further. 

“Oh um… Oh he and I… we aren’t- we aren’t married, actually! Just um… seeing each other!” You stutter out. The old lady smiles down at you. 

“Well, you certainly will be! I was seated behind you, and I saw the way he looks at you. It’s been almost a century since I’ve seen anyone look like that! You’re soulmates, dear, I can tell. I bless you both in your future!” 

“T-thank you, I um… I love him very much…” You didn’t know what to say. The old lady warmly taps your shoulder. 

“I know you do, dear.” She heads to the exit slowly and you can’t help but smile. It was obvious to strangers how close you bond was, you couldn’t wait to get him home and feel him even closer. Law tracks down your dessert and you enjoy it with each other over the dregs of your second bottle of wine. 

“Excuse me, Mr Trafalgar, Sir, I would just like to let you know, your bill has been taken care of.” The waiter said as he approached your table. 

“What? We aren’t a charity case, what are you talking about?” Law is incredibly confused. 

“Was it… was it an old lady?” You chirp up at the waiter. 

“It was, she didn’t leave her name.”

“Well if she comes back again… tell her thank you. Come on, love.” You prompt your boyfriend and he gets up from his seat to pull out your chair. 

—

“What was that about?” Law asked you while swinging your hands together in a tipsy manner as you walked back to the ship together. 

“Honestly? I have no idea!” You laughed while trying to keep balance on your heels on the cobblestone sidewalk. “Some ancient broad came over and said she could tell you were in love with me, and walked away!” You giggled again. 

“Oh really?!” Law suddenly picks you up underneath your butt and hoists you up against his chest. He spins you around in a circle before lowering you to kiss you softly on the lips. “How would anyone get the idea that I’m completely in love with you.” He laughs. 

“Baby… come on, let’s get back to the ship.” You giggled while grabbing his hand again to pull him quickly back to the Polar Tang. You laughed like school kids as you jogged towards the ship. 

—

Your back hit the cold metal wall of Law’s captains quarters on the sub. Law was pushing you up against it by holding your thighs, attacking your exposed collarbone with sucks and bites. 

“Law, please…” You moan out as he man handles your body against the wall. 

“My pretty girl wants more? Of course she does…” He slurs out as he bites the crux of your neck. “Gonna make you scream tonight, baby…” 

With this, he throws your body onto his unmade bed. He hovers over you as he shimmies your dress over your head, revealing your fully nude body to him. 

“No panties tonight, huh? You must have been expecting to get fucked… dirty girl…” Law slides his hand up your torso to pinch at your nipple, eliciting a whine from your lips. “Tell me baby, did you want to get fucked tonight?” He switches his hand to your other nipple. 

“Yes! Yes I wanted you to fuck me so badly, Law!” You desperately keen into his touch. He chuckles menacingly. “Hold these. I’m hungry again.” He grans your hands and pushes them to grab the backs of your thighs, holding them up and spread for him as he gazes at your dripping sex. “Mmm… smells so sweet, pretty girl.” Law leans forward and inhales your scent. “Gotta taste it…” 

Law dives in and flicks his tongue on your clit. You moan and fist one of your hands in his black hair, making his hat slightly off center.  He moves your hand back to your thigh. 

“Need you to keep ‘em spread for me. Just take it.” He slurped again at your clit and your back arches in pleasure. 

His spit combined with your arousal was starting to drip down to your ass and the feeling turned you on further. Law ate your sensitive little pussy with a fervor you’ve only ever experienced with him, he got off on seeing you melt under his tongue. 

After several more minutes of working your clit expertly, you feel that familiar tensing in your lower body begin to heighten. 

“Baby I’m gonna- fuck!” You cry out as you let the feeling take over your body. 

“There it is! Yes, so good my sweet girl! So pretty when you cum like that.” Law slobbers out as he enthusiastically slurps down your release. 

After coming down from your orgasm, you feel Law’s presence leave your bed. He was stripping his body of his fancy slacks and dress shirt. His hat went last. 

“Turn over, sweets.” Law lovingly strokes the outside of your thighs as you shakily get on all fours for him. He starts rubbing his leaking cock against your sopping folds, so engorged and sensitive from your orgasm. “Can you take it, baby? For me?” He dips his fat cock head in and out of your leaking hole slowly and teasingly. 

“YES LAW! Please put it in! I need it! Please…” You arch your back, trying desperately to get him to push fully into you. 

“Anything for you…” And with that, Law plunges himself into your warm hole. You both moan and clench your fists, yours around the sheets and his around the flesh of your ass. He was hitting the most important spot inside of you as he languidly pulled out and pushed back in. 

“Aaah… Law… Love you… So much…” You manage to get out as your head is sideways against the pillow in front of you. 

“Love you sweets… so much… FUCK, this pussy is so perfect… can’t believe it’s all mine…” Law growls out at you. He slaps your right ass cheek, hard. You gush out more arousal onto his shaft and balls. 

“YES daddy! It’s yours! It’s yours!” You cry out, drunk on the pleasure he was giving you. 

Law cocks his head at you as he slows his hips. You had never called him that before. He had no idea how badly it would turn him on… He continued fucking into you at a fast past, groaning every time you could clench around him. 

“Daddy! Please! Put a fucking baby in me! Please, daddy!” You called out to him, lust completely taking over your brain. You wanted to feel him claim you, making you his forever indisputably. You felt his thrusts stop. His hands still on your hips, you worry you’ve made some sort of mistake. Suddenly, you feel his strong arms flip you onto your back. A hand reaches gently, but quickly for your throat. 

“What did you say, pretty girl? I didn’t hear it.” Lawn tightens his grip on your throat while he teases his cock at your entrance. You needed to feel him inside you again so badly, you buck your hips towards his throbbing member. 

“Want you… want you to fuck a baby into me, Law…” You choke out. “Get me…” You thrust your hips up again in need. “Pregnant… Please?”

Law groaned as he watched your pathetic, needy body, trying to push his cock into your hole yourself. 

“Do you mean that, y/n? Want me to cum in you and fill you up until you’re good and stuffed? Want me to make you big and pregnant?” He teases you by swiping his cock against your swollen clit. 

“Want it so bad!” You crane your neck up to catch his lips in a kiss, but he was too far, you were a desperate little bitch for him. 

“Oh sweets… I’m going to make sure you won’t leave his bed without my baby in you…” His eyes darkened and he thrust his cock deep inside you without warning. 

“AAAHH! Law!” You shriek out, your body coming alive again and working its way to another orgasm. 

“Gonna- fuck! Gonna fuck you so full baby…” Law brings his right hand to his lips and spits a fat gob onto his fingers before bringing them down to rub at your clit. The combination of his thick cock spearing you open and his deft touch on your most sensitive bit, you feel yourself being hurtled towards another end. 

“Law, I’m gonna- ah! Cum! Want you to cum inside! Please! Want your baby, PLEASE!” You scream out as your walls clamp and spasm all over Law’s shaft. You whine and squirm all over him as he doesn’t slow down his thrusts. 

“Good girl cumming like that baby, Daddy is so proud of you. You’re gonna take this whole load, right baby? You wanna make sure Daddy gets you good and knocked up, right?” He stutters his hips. 

“Yes!” You squeak out as you feel him pump his seed deep inside of you, kissing your cervix gently. 

Law groans and collapses on top of you. You both catch your breath and he rolls off your torso to lay at your side. You curl into his chest and nuzzle your nose into the sparse chest hair in between his tattoo. 

“Happy Anniversary, sweets.” Law chuckles as he strokes your hair. 

“Mm…. Happy Anniversary, Honey.” You kiss his chest. 

“You know… we can’t have a baby until you marry me first…” He frees one of his arms and grabs a ring box from his slacks pocket by the nightstand.

“You’re kidding…” In your post coital bliss, you could barely believe you were getting a ring. 

“No baby… I’m so serious…” Law kisses your lips as he slid the diamond onto your finger. “I wanted to ask you at dinner but that lady threw me off. Will you marry me, y/n?” 

You look down at the ring on your finger and use both hands to grab Law’s face and push it into yours. “yes, yes! Of course, yes! I’ll marry you, Law!”

Law kisses you and pushes you onto your back again. “So.. Now that we’re engaged… how should we celebrate?”

xx

[wooahaes]

tender and loving

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

genre: established relationship au. romance.

warnings: reader is in a dress. food. gyu and reader are down bad for each other im afraid

word count: ~1.3k

daisy's notes: the day i actually push myself to write a romance novel w some of this prose its over for u bitches /j

“I thought about bringing a guitar, actually.” Mingyu stretched himself alongside one side of the picnic blanket, propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes were twinkling as he looked at you, beaming at you as he watched the way the wind fluttered your skirt and rustled your hair. “But I thought it’d be too much.”

It earned a laugh from you as you shifted on your half of the blanket, carefully folding your dress’s skirt underneath your legs so that it would stop flapping against your legs. Thankfully, you had on tights so flashing anyone wasn’t much of a worry, but you were still a little annoyed by the way the fabric smacked against your legs. This spot wasn’t perfect in location, but the company you kept made up for it plenty. Mingyu had made all the food that sat between the two of you now, and lovingly fed you the first bite of whatever you wanted, just to dote on you even further. You had told him days ago that you didn’t want to do anything fancy for your birthday—no parties, no big elaborate dinners, no expensive restaurants… Just the two of you enjoying the day out together. You would celebrate with your friends later during the weekend, but you just wanted to spend the actual day with the love of your life. 

So he woke you up that morning with a kiss and a question: how about a picnic tonight? It was lowkey enough that you agreed easily, and he kissed you again before saying he’d be back after running to the grocery store. He needed to make your favorites, after all. His only request for you was to wear something that made you feel pretty, hence the dress you were wearing now with its flouncy skirt and soft fabric. He was just in a button-up and nice pants, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Simple, but still nice enough looking. When you asked him about it on the drive here, he’d just reached over, squeezing your hand.

“I can’t outshine you today,” he teased with a playful grin. “It’s your day.”

It just earned a laugh from you as you swatted at his hand, only to take it back within your own a moment later. Some days you could get Mingyu giving you the sweetest praise, worshiping you wholeheartedly and lovingly telling you how beautiful he found you. But most days, you had this Mingyu: a silly man who adored you with his whole heart, but felt teasing you like that. The two of you had been together long enough, after all. You poked fun at him, too, when the mood struck you. All of his friends did, so why wouldn’t you? There was an unspoken line between the two of you: if it bothers you, we’ll talk about it and apologize. And you did, a few times back when the two of you were still navigating the relationship. He made a comment that rubbed you the wrong way, you teased him and accidentally hurt his feelings…. Every incident was met with a patient conversation afterward.

“We’re adults,” he had said to you one day, playing with your fingers idly. He always seemed to be touching you in some way, as though he was tethered to you, unable to go too long without reminding himself of that. “Aren’t we? I used to fight with people when I was younger and didn’t know how to talk things out.” He stopped for a moment, fingers intertwining with your own. “I think you’re good for me like that.” 

You had rolled your eyes. “I think your friends did more for you than I did.” 

“Mm. Maybe.” He ran his other hand through his hair. “But I think I’m more patient because of you.”

And maybe he was. He’d taught you to be bolder, to accept compliments better. Mingyu had been good for you, too. Now you just admired him as he looked out at the setting sun in the distance, golden rays kissing his skin and warming your own. Was this it? You quietly began to pack away empty containers into his bag, leaving the dessert aside as you moved to sit next to him. He looked over, watching the way you slowly reclined back so you could gaze at the sky. He shifted next to you, back pressing fully against the ground as he kept his eyes on you. 

For the longest time, you couldn’t define the way Mingyu looked at you. “With love” had been the most basic way you could, because it truly was the simplest way to boil the look down. The tender look in his eyes was unmistakable, especially when he started to smile softly at you no matter what you were doing. He wore a similar look when he was with his friends and family, though: that gentle sense of nothing but love for the people in his life visible in his eyes. At first, you’d had a little bout of jealousy that he could simply love so much. But with time, it grew to be something else you adored about him. Mingyu was a lover, through and through, and it astounded you how much he cared for people without limit. 

But that didn’t change the fact that you noticed he looked at you in this slightly different way. Then one day, it hit you while the two of you were in a museum. He’d been staring up at a piece, his hand holding yours, as he quietly whispered to you about some facts he’d read online about it. It wasn’t the exact look he gave you, but the way he lit up in intrigue was enough to tell you that that was the missing piece. He looked at you as though you were a puzzle he was still figuring out, every day showing him a new detail. Like you were a masterpiece he wanted to understand, brushstroke by brushstroke. The soft look of love in his eyes always carried this need to know every little thing about you and commit them to memory. Was that why he was always touching you? So that he could remember the exact feel of your skin underneath his own? And was why he studied you so intensely on the nights you shared baths together, always pointing out a different little spot or blemish or scar he hadn’t noticed before? Perhaps it was.

Mingyu reached over to take your hand in his own, loosely playing with your fingers as he watched you. “I love you.”

You turned your face, meeting his gaze. With a smile, you curled your fingers around his hand and drew it to your lips so that you could press a long kiss against the back of it. Yet you saw the way Mingyu’s eyes burned into you. He moved so that he could give you a chaste kiss that almost lingered for a few seconds too long. But with the two of you still in public, Mingyu wouldn’t push. Not when there were families around with their kids and older couples enjoying the warm weather. Instead, he just pressed a second kiss against your temple.

“Happy birthday,” he said for the third time today. “Let’s go home. Okay?”

He took the words out of your mouth, and you just giggled as you gave him a quick peck. It wouldn’t be a complete day if you didn’t tease him at least a little. “After dessert?”

He just chuckled, reaching for the container. With a tiny peck against your nose, he answered you with stars in his eyes, “After dessert.”

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[leeknowlover99]

Sweet tooth

pairing: Jake x reader

synopsis: friends (idiots) to lovers - where everyone can see they have feelings for each over except for them - coworkers au, set in cute coffee shop/bakery

word count: 8,7k

warning: fluff, mentions of anxiety and insomnia, swearing, kissing making out, eventual smut (pretty vanilla), slow burn, one bed coach trope, they’re both a bit silly, no mention of protection 🫣

A/N: this was so much fun to write, the way they are both in denial 🙈 hope you enjoy it 🫶🏻

masterlist

Jake has always smelled sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon. like a hug from comfort person. but ever since he started working at his uncle’s cafe it intensified. now it was more like cake frosting but with a hint of roasted coffee beans. you wondered if you smelled the same after working there with him for over two months. little cafe became your safe space quickly. escape from stressful uni life. Jake and the rest of the cafe workers were always kind and gentle to you. even during the rush hours it felt like time slowed down here. but the thing you loved the most was hours after closing when you cleaned up and tried new recipes with Jake. you were not much of a baker but you always were good with art so your job was taking care of the visual presentation of Jake’s new creations.

however today both of you were too exhausted to stay up. you cleaned up in a hurry and closed up. you were both heading to the nearest bus station as cafe was quite far from your apartments.

“i’m sad that summer is ending. evenings are already so chilly. aren’t you cold y/n?” Jake looked at your sundress concerned.

“a little bit” you admitted. “i didn’t expect for the temperature to drop so much.”

“let’s walk a little bit faster then” he said wrapping his arm around you. “is this okay?”

you nodded and snuggled into him. he emanated pleasant warmth and that sweet scent you loved so much.

“how’s uni?” you asked.

“it’s already starting to be busy. so many assignments, i will probably have to take less shifts at the cafe.” Jake was majoring in

“yeah same for me. i’m so jealous that this is your last year.” you still had two years left.

Jake laughed and his voice sounded so melodic, every time you heard it your mood elevated instantly.

“it will pass fast, you’ll see. look your bus will be here in 1 minute, lucky you” he pointed at the live schedule at the bus stop as you approached it.

“thank god, i actually started shivering” you commented.

“i hope you won’t catch a cold. drink some tea with honey when you get home.” Jake insisted. it was sweet how caring he was.

“i will! when is your next shift?” you asked before getting in the bus.

“Monday! see you Y/N!” Jake screamed and waved through the bus window.

you waved backed as the bus started moving and soon Jake smiley face disappeared from your sight.

you met Jake in your home town - Busan when you were both in middle school. your mums started working together in the office and quickly became close friends. when summer came barbecue parties in your garden became a weekly event. Jake wasn’t always coming by with his parents, usually he would visit every two or three weeks. at first it felt a little bit awkward as you were complete strangers without much in common. Busan was a big city and you attended different schools and hang out in different friend groups. Jake was also one year older than you. but despite all of this you quickly started to get along well, exchanging stories and interests. however you never kept in touch between those parties. when warm summer days ended replaced by cold and dark days your parents started meeting less often and usually Jake wouldn’t come, too busy with studying. your bond always strengthened over the summers. when you were in high school you started your tradition of stealing some beers from the fridge and sneaking out to sit on the beach and talk drinking the liquor. you always cherished this moments, knowing they will soon become the past.

after Jake graduated high school he moved out to Seoul and you haven’t seen him for two years. you graduated next summer and also decided to continue your education in the capital city. you moved out with your best friend and started your major in chemistry. during summer after first year of uni you got a text from Jake asking if you would be interested in part time job in his uncle’s cafe as they needed new people immediately. you were actually in the process of looking for a summer job so you gladly accepted the offer without thinking too much about it. soon you fell in love with the little cafe and rebuild your bond with Jake, spending multiple hours working together. now you could say you went back to being friends, even closer than ever.

it was already 10 pm when you arrived at your dorm, you were sharing a room with your best friend Hari. you both got in the same university and moved to Seoul together. you were glad for having her in your life as she was the only person keeping you sane through all the hardships and stresses.

“hi cupcake” he greeted you using the nickname she gave you in primary school connected to your love for sweet things.

“hey there” you said back with a sigh, you were exhausted and although weekend was starting you knew it won’t bring you any rest, only more work.

“you’re early. you and jake didn’t bake today?” she asked stretching out on her bed.

“nope, we were both too tired.”

“oh and i thought that maybe you had some trouble in your paradise” she giggled. Hari was shipping you and Jake ever since you started working together and getting closer again. as she claimed you two were destined to be together.

“please don’t start” you plopped down on your own bed too tired to even change your clothes.

“i’m not starting. but just saying. i’m waiting until one of you finally will realize that you have feelings for each other!”

“but we don’t, so there’s nothing to realize. we’re just friends.” you and Jake had a sort of special bond but it wasn’t anything romantic. sure you noticed how handsome he was, how his blond hair completed his pretty face and how bright his smile was. you also knew he was a great, kind and gentle person. but that was something everyone could see about him. you were only objectively noticing his good qualities.

“yeah yeah just friends my ass. friends don’t look at each other the way you do or have this dreamy eyes when they think about the other person” she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“i’m just tired, it’s my tired eyes” you defended yourself a little bit annoyed at this point.

Hari could talk all she wanted. you knew there was nothing between you and Jake besides old good friendship. you cut her blabbering by disappearing in the bathroom to take a shower and putting on loud music. you needed some time to yourself to rest and get ready for tomorrow. you had two assignments and tone of studying to do. and if you’ll be lucky maybe you’ll have enough energy to go to one of the weekly frat parties. you were dying to finally let loose and have some fun.

somehow you managed to get on top of your productivity and complete everything from your Saturday’s to do list. moreover you actually had a lot of energy left, only one last thing was left - get wasted - as you scribbled in your journal. Hari couldn’t hide her enthusiasm when you informed her that you’re going out today.

“it’s been so long! finally the best party duo will be back in town!” she put on taylor swift and insisted on doing your make up. “please y/n i have the greatest idea in my mind, it will look beautiful on you i promise.” you could only agree so now you were patiently waiting for her to be done so you can pick your outfit.

“we’ll go to house party at Kappa” Hari informed you. “sunghoon told me he’s going to be there, i hope we’ll get to talk.” she shared, Sunghoon was Hari’s crush since forever but just recently they finally started talking and things were slowly starting to get serious between them.

“girl we need you in that pink dress tonight! he’ll lose his mind when he sees you in it” you suddenly remembered the dress you bought her as a birthday gift. it complimented her figure perfectly and cool shade of pink was bringing up her features.

“yess, it will be perfect!” she clapped excited. “by the way i heard Jake is hanging out with Sunghoon a lot recently. so there’s a chance he might be there too.” she winked and you rolled your eyes. but your stomach twisted at the possibility of spending time with Jake outside of work. despite you two being pretty close now you rarely texted or talked besides the cafe. you didn’t even follow him on any social media, only have his number saved up.

“it will be nice to see him outside of work.” you commented keeping your face straight.

“sooo what are you going to wear now that i gave you this precious piece of information?” Hari asked.

the final choice was made after the long debate that was also be the reason of your late arrival to the party. but the way white lacy corset and denim skirt you wore was totally worth it.

“girl you’re going to have all the guys falling to your feet” Hari giggled as you entered the frat house. the place was loud and crowded but nothing over the top. you found your usual squad consisting of an odd mix of art and chemistry students occupying one of the large coaches.

“ahh finally you made it!” Jungwon greeted you with a broad smile.

“the queen is never late, everybody else is early” Hari announced loudly.

“she’s not even drunk yet” Ryujin laughed and went for a tight hug with both of you.

“it’s good to see you, i was worried that you’re overworking yourself y/n but here you are looking hotter than hell!” Ryujin definitely had few drinks already. you giggled at her compliments.

“i’m going to check out the kitchen.” you informed them leaving Hari space to say hello to Sunghoon.

you wondered into the large kitchen, where all the counters were cluttered with liquor and snacks. you checked out your option and went for good old ponch. you wondered if Jake is going to show up as it was already pretty late and he was nowhere to be seen. you didn’t know why you even wanted to see him today but you felt bitter taste of disappointment. but you didn’t let yourself grieve too much. you came back to your friends with two drinks, one for you and one for Hari. she was already gossiping with Sunghoon so you just handed her the drink and plopped down between Jay and Yeji. soon alcohol started buzzing in your veins and you got invested with loud conversations with your friends. it was nice to catch up after a long time and hear what’s up in other people’s lifes. however after some time pleasant buzzing in your head turned into a slight headache, the effects of insomnia and being overworked. you excused yourself to the kitchen, but this time only purred yourself a glass of water. you took a sip and felt better immediately. you leaned against the counter with sigh.

“are you alright?” voice startled you. the voice you knew all too well.

“jake? hii” you light up. “yeah i’m alright, just a bit tired after the week, you know how it is” you muttered to stunned by him.

he was wearing simple white shirt but left few upper buttons undone and his firm chest was exposed for your eyes. he fixed his messy hair and looked at you with pink cheeks. he must’ve been pretty drunk you thought.

“you look gorgeous” he whispered and looked down immediately, if you didn’t know him you would think he’s frustrated. but this wasn’t really in Jake’s character.

“thank you” you blushed, deeply happy that he liked your outfit. all that efforts did not go to waste.

“do you want to get some fresh air?” he asked suddenly and you sent him a confused look.

“i don’t mean smoke, just walk around? i’m a bit overwhelmed here” he explained.

“sure let’s go. i’ll join you at the door in a minute” you agreed without hesitation.

you stopped by Hari to whisper to her that you’re leaving with Jake only for her to wiggle her eyebrows furiously at you. “have fun” she screamed at you when you were leaving and you poked your tongue at her.

Jake was waiting for you with his denim jacket in hand.

“wear it, i don’t want you to get a cold” he said while putting it on you.

“but aren’t you going to be cold?” you asked concerned.

“don’t worry, this shirt is pretty thick.” he dismissed you but you weren’t going to give up so easily.

“at least button it up a bit” you scoffed and reach out to help him. you realized what you’re doing when your fingers made contact with hot skin of his chest. it was probably alcohol making you bold as you usually weren’t the type to be touchy with your friends. you buttoned two buttons of his shirt and looked up. Jake was averting his gaze and you could swear his cheeks were more pink than before.

“all done. we can go.” you said and opened the door.

for first couple of minutes you walked around in silence, emptiness and quietness of the streets being the nice contrast to the loud party. sky was clear tonight leaving a perfect view of constellations. here in seoul they weren’t visible as good as in busan but still astonished you with their beauty.

“what are you thinking about?” jake broke the silence first.

“i’m thinking about the stars. do you remember when we used to watch them during summer nights sitting on Songdo beach?” you asked looking up.

“life was easier back then, i felt in peace during those nights. i miss the beach. i like seoul but busan will always be in my heart.” he responded.

“did you ever think about coming back after graduating?” you turned your gaze towards him.

“yeah it crossed my mind, but i don’t think so. at least not just after graduating. maybe in the future.” he kept eye contact with you.

“same for me. i won’t have same opportunities there.” you agreed.

“these are some serious topics for a party night” he laughed out of the sudden and it reminded you that he was way drunker than you.

“sorry, didn’t want to ruin the mood” you reflected yourself.

“no, i didn’t mean it like that” he quickly protested grabbing your arm. “you didn’t ruin anything. i just would rather escape this topics today.” his touch burned you.

“sure, i understand.” you smiled gently at his worried face. “let’s get back to the party.” you proposed.

“i think i’m gonna head home already. it’s late and i need to rest a bit” Jake yawned and stretched out.

“sure, i think i’m gonna get going too, Hari has company and i could use some sleep too.” you decided.

“i’ll walk you home. it’s dangerous to walk alone at night.” Jake said. your dorm was about ten minutes away and you were sure you’re going to be fine but didn’t decline the offer. you liked Jake’s presence more than you wanted to admit. “by the way what’s up with Sunghoon and Hari? are they a thing now?” he asked as you were walking towards your dorm.

“ohhh so Sunghoon didn’t share any details?” you asked surprised. you thought they were close when Hari told you they hang out a lot.

“nah he’s pretty reserved and i didn’t want to push him. but i definitely noticed something is going on.”

“well Hari on the other hand is not secretive at all.” you laughed. “i think they’ll start dating officially soon. Hari liked Sunghoon since forever and well she can be very persistent. i guess her efforts paid off.” you explained.

“oh but Sunghoon definitely had an eye on her too. but good for her that she did not give up.” he commented as you crossed the street getting close to your building.

“oh she never gives up. can you believe she still didn’t stop shipping us?” you blurted out and immediately regretted it. you were grateful that it was night time because your face turned red instantly. you always said too much after drinking. Jake turned towards you surprise evident in his wide eyes.

“she is shipping … us?” the way his eyes switched between you two made you even more embarrassed.

“yeah, no matter how many times i tell her that we’re friends she keeps insisting” you brushed your hand through your hair nervously.

Jake’s expression was unreadable, but you saw him watch you intently.

“sorry don’t know why i brought it up, she’s being annoying with it.” you started talking to deal with awkward silence between you.

“it’s fine. i was just surprised. i didn’t know that.” Jake reassured you but you could tell by his eyes that he was confused.

“let’s forget about it. we’re here, i’m going to get going. don’t want to stop you anymore.” you quickly blurted out, in a rush to get away from Jake and die out of embarrassment in the comfort of your apartment.

“have a good night y/n and see you on monday” Jake smiled.

“wait your jacket!” you remembered and started to take it off.

“you can keep it, i’m fine. you’re the one who’s always cold.” he said and proceeded to walk away.

“good night!” you shouted back at him after a few seconds of shock.

after he turned around the corner and disappeared from you sight you hidden your face in your hands. you cringed at the whole walk with him, first you started too serious conversations and later you started talking about shipping you together. you seriously needed a ban for alcohol. you hugged his jacket around yourself tighter and his scent hit your nose, the sweet scent you loved so much. you went back home to go to sleep and escape from embarrassment.

you actually managed to get some rest throughout the sunday, you pushed all the thoughts about Jake away and Hari was too busy talking about Sunghoon to keep questioning you. however now as you were on your way to cafe after classes you felt anxiety creep up your spine. you hoped Jake was too drunk to remember and care. at least that was what you wanted to believe in. you opened cafe door with your head high and smile on your lips. „hi!” you greeted Mina, your other coworker, who was just ending her shift.

„hi Y/n! so glad to see you. and you look so pretty today!” she smiled at you from behind the counter.

“thank you” you beamed at compliment. “i’ll go change. is Jake here already?” you asked.

“no, he actually called and said he will be a bit late today. i can stay with you if you want” she proposed but you could tell she was dying to go home.

“no, it’s fine. it’s not busy today” you looked around. not even half of the tables was occupied.

you got ready and started evening shift alone. it felt nice to stop thinking and focus on all the tasks, you didn’t even noticed when an hour passed. you realized when you looked at the clock above the door when Jake run inside with messy hair and pink cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i had to stay some extra at labs” he started explaining immediately but you stopped him.

“hey, it’s okay. no need to be so dramatic. here have some water” you purred him a glass.

“thank you” he said breathing heavy and taking a sip. his adam apple bobbed and you couldn’t help but find it attractive when he was a flushed and sweaty. “i know you’re fine on your own but i just hate being late, it’s all in the head” his voice broke you out of the haze.

“i know. you don’t have to be so hard on yourself you know” you instinctively reached out to rub his shoulder in comforting manner. you were about to withdraw your hand after you realized but he actually leaned into your touch and put his big hand on yours. your eyes met, softness in his gaze making you smile.

“thank you. i’ll go change now.” he said finally.

“how was your sunday? did you get some rest?” he asked later on when you were sorting the cups in dishwasher.

“yes i finally did, felt so good. i can tell i started the week with good energy” you responded. “and you?”

“yeah i got some rest in the morning but then i was out again.” he chuckled.

“ohh our social butterfly” you joked.

“yeah, i had a date” he suddenly admitted.

“oh” you could stop the sound from escaping your lips. “how was it?” you corrected yourself quickly. you were surprised. Jake never mentioned his love life to you before and he didn’t seem like the person who was looking for relationship now.

“it was nice, i had a good time” he said.

“that’s great! so happy for you” you tried to make your enthusiasm sound honest, but your insides twisted a bit.

“well actually i was already on few dates with her” he scratched his head while looking down. you steadied yourself against the counter. “at first i had hope for something but the more we met the more it became obvious that it’s not working out. i couldn’t really feel anything towards her. i think something was stopping me. like i kept thinking that’s not it..”

“excuse me can we get another cinnamon roll?” women’s voice interrupted your conversation.

“sure, coming” Jake responded and went to grab the cinnamon roll from the counter.

your mind was spiraling from all the information he gave you. you didn’t understand why he suddenly shared so many details with you, but maybe he just needed someone to vent to. you gritted your teeth unconsciously and went back to work. when Jake came back from the table he did not continue the conversation and acted like it didn’t happen so you you did the same.

“can we schedule baking for friday? i’m too exhausted today and i think friday is our next shift together.” he asked towards the end of your shift.

“sure, friday sounds good, we won’t have to hurry” you agreed. you were too drained today too.

“perfect! you can go already, i’ll take care of the closing. we’ll be even for my delay today.” he proposed.

normally you wouldn’t agree and stay with him but today you wanted to escape his presence as fast as possible so you just nodded.

“thanks it would be great.”

you felt relief when you walked out of sweet cafe into the fresh air of the night. coldness of the wind wasn’t bothering you this time but bringing much needed refreshment. you didn’t know why lately all your interactions with Jake were so awkward. you blamed Hari for waking up weird ideas in your head and hoped this odd feeling will disappear till Friday.

Friday came suddenly, this week felt like a breeze and you were full of energy. you were looking forward to baking with Jake. it’s been a long time since you’ve done it and new season was just around the corner so you needed to make some preparations. technically this wasn’t part of your job, but the owner being Jake’s uncle made cafe feel like a family business and you both really wanted to help as much as you could. and combining your talents always brought back the best results.

tonight was super busy in the cafe so you decided to close an hour later than usual and were left with ton of cleaning to do but neither of you wanted to cancel your plans, you worked quickly in silence and managed to finish daily tasks around 11 pm.

“okay let’s get to work now, it’s already so late” Jake scratched his head.

you put on some quiet jazz music in the background and put on the apron.

“so what are you doing tonight chef?” you asked with a broad smile.

“we need something new for fall menu. i was thinking about trying something we’ve never made here before- pumpkin cupcakes with dark chocolate and cinnamon.” he started telling you all about his idea while preparing ingredients.

“i’m already hungry at the thought of it.” you licked your lips and you noticed Jake smiled at you. “so what size are they going to be? do you want the decorations to be in fall vibe as well?” you asked him for more details.

“here are the forms” he showed you medium sized forms, cupcakes would be about a size of his fist you thought. “i was thinking that we may even go more for spooky Halloween decor. what do you suggest?” he asked.

“sounds like a plan. let me think for a while” you said already picturing all the possible options. you picked out your journal from black bag and sat down ready to draw. while Jake started working on pumpkin dough you scribbled few ideas down. after giving it a thought you crossed out the ones you didn’t like and went to show Jake some options.

“i did few spooky ones and one with fall vibes.” you explained showing him your doodles. “for spooky ones spiders web is a must, here look at that design, it will look like it’s melting down the cupcake. second one i have are this little ghosts, they are spooky and cute at the same time, i got inspiration from the little ghosts from ghibli movies. and for fall ones i was thinking about white cream and little pumpkins from frosting. here take a look.” you were focusing on describing the drawings while Jake watched you with silent adoration and admired your talent. you only noticed when you finally stopped talking and your gaze met his eyes.

“i love all of them. but will you be able to make that pumpkins out of the frosting? it seems complicated.” he questioned.

“i’ll try but i’m positive about it” you reassured him, you already had a plan in your mind.

“great, always the best ideas in that pretty head of yours” he ruffled your hair but you were too focused on the fact that he called you pretty to care. it never happened before and you felt yourself blush at the sudden compliment. you looked away.

“let’s get to work then. i’ll prepare the cream and frosting!” you smiled and started your job.

you were silent for the next hour, enjoying your company and focusing on the things you loved, there was some kind of comfort in all of that. dim lighting of the cafe and sweet scent of your baked goods making the night even more atmospheric.

when you finally finished baking and decorating you were dying out of the hunger. you took some pictures to capture your creations and then you let yourself get the taste.

“oh. my. god. Jake. that’s so delicious” you complimented him mouth full of delicious cupcakes. sweet taste of pumpkin was perfect with combination of bitter dark chocolate and cinnamon. “that’s the best shit you ever made.”

“i’m glad you like it” he laughed throwing his head back. “i have to admit i love them too” he said taking another bite. “but the decor is what makes them top tier. you’re really so talented y/n. i’m sure they will sell out so fast.” he continued.

you ate way too many cupcakes than you should and lazily cleaned up the kitchen.

“ah i’m exhausted but at the same time i feel so rested after our baking session” you shared.

“it’s like the comfort thing, just like our evenings on the beach in Busan. we found a worthy substitute here in Seoul.” Jake smile warmly at you.

“you’re right. let’s get going, i think we’re done with everything here. what time is it?” you asked collecting for stuff from around the cafe.

“oh shit” you heard Jake whisper.

“what?” you asked concerned.

“it’s past 1 a.m already. i have no idea how it passed so quickly.” he said frowning at his phone.

“fuck. i don’t think we have any buses left.” you cursed out.

“i’ll check kakao taxi.” Jake said and started scrolling on his phone. “you’ve got to be kidding me!” he exclaimed loudly few seconds later. “i’m not paying fucking 400,000 won to go back home.”

“oh my god” you agreed. you were already on the budget and couldn’t afford any unnecessary spendings.

“i’m sorry y/n i didn’t know it’s so late” Jake started apologizing you, guilt painting his eyes.

“hey we both got lost in time.” you reassured him. “let’s think what are our options.”

“hmm i guess we could stay here until the morning buses. when do they start? i think around 4 am. it’s only 3 hours then” he started thinking out loud pacing around the cafe.

“that’s not a bad idea.” you agreed. “we can just crush here. we have the couch and blankets.”

“okay then.” Jake grabbed some blankets from the storage room. “you can take the coach, i’ll settle down for one of the armchairs.” he said. space of the cafe wasn’t big so there was only one big coach.

“i think we can both fit here if you don’t mind, should be enough space” you examined rearranging the pillows. “you’ll be uncomfortable on the armchair.” you didn’t mind sharing the space with Jake and you felt bad that he’s always sacrificing his comfort for you.

“if you are fine with it then sure. coach is definitely better.” he laughed and plopped down. “i’ll set the alarm for 4 o clock, is that okay?” he asked and you nodded in agreement. he fidgeted a bit on the coach and got comfortable. you lied down next to him and threw a blanket over your bodies, there was enough space for both of you on the coach but your limbs were touching. at first you thought it will be awkward but it actually felt good, warmth of Jake’s body was giving for comfort. you didn’t even know when you drifted away to sleep.

Jake was fucked. you were laying next to him asleep and fidgeting, you must be dreaming about something. he tried to fall asleep but your scent and warmth was distracting to say the least. his body burnt in places where your limbs were touching. he shouldn’t agree to sleep with you on the coach. he knew it wasn’t normal for a friend to feel this way towards you but he was also well aware he crossed that line a while ago. he realized when his heart skipped a beat whenever you would smile at him. he tried to deny it, explain it. he justified the ache in his heart, everybody would feel intimidated in the presence of someone as nice and pretty as you right? but deep down he knew. oh and when he saw you in that dress on the frat party. he needed some fresh air immediately to calm himself down. but then you started talking how Hari is shipping both of you. and you were looking so cute with his jacket on, like you were his. he was so embarrassed but at the same time he wanted to ask you “would it be so weird for us to be together?” but of course he never did. he just laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing ever not his dream. he didn’t know why he mentioned his date to you the next day. it’s not like it meant anything to him, it was a failed attempt to forget about you. he wanted to die when you were looking at him with big confused eyes when he was talking nonsense about it. he knew he couldn’t with for you to feel same way about him. you deserved so much better, someone who was brave enough to confess, someone who would always keep in touch with you, not disappear from your life like he did many times. he was always a coward.

now his heart was pounding as you turned to your side your back making contact with his chest. you sighed in your sleep and went still. maybe it was time to finally start acting on his feelings, being someone who’s sure and confident. in a sudden wave of bravery he put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer burying his face in the crook of your neck. he closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath enough to fall asleep.

sharp sound of the alarm woke you up and your body jolted. however you couldn’t get up as there was a weight holding you down. you blinked your eyes open and noticed Jake’s arm holding your waist and you realized that your bodies are curled up together. you stopped the ringing of alarm and turned around in Jake’s embrace to look at him.

“good morning” he muttered slowly waking up.

“hi, did you sleep well” you swallowed and asked in the whisper highly aware of his proximity. his firm and hot body pressed against yours making you feel dry at your throat. he kept his arm around you, caressing your side.

“yeah, i actually slept amazing. and you?” he asked.

“i did too. definitely better than expected.” you responded.

Jake’s fringe was messed up, loose strands covering his pretty brown eyes, you wanted to look at them without distractions. the urge was so strong that you reached out and fixed his hair gently. however after you didn’t withdraw your hand, just kept it tangled in his golden strands. now you kept eye contact, his pupils were dilated and eyes squinting slightly. you felt his breath fasten and saw his eyes flick down, you also averted your gaze towards his plump pink lips. you didn’t even noticed when you got closer to him and tagged at his hair lightly, it was all your bodies doing. now you were breathing heavily too, chest rising and falling visibly, cheeks flushed. tension was high between you two and Jake was the the first one to break it.

“can i kiss you?” he basically moaned.

you didn’t respond verbally just smashed your lips against his and finally tasted him. you started the kiss rather gently, carefully discovering the feeling of his lips. Jake returned the kiss immediately and you felt arousal in your stomach at the simple movement of his lips. they were perfect and the kiss quickly became less shy. Jake licked your lower lip asking for permission and you granted it immediately, your tongues curiously meeting. you felt him groan in your mouth and pull your body closer. you moaned at the sensation, your boobs meeting his hard chest and feeling of his boner pressing against your abdomen. you tagged at his perfect hair and grinded against him, throwing your leg over his hip to gain better access. Jake’s hand travelled to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pushing you against his hard on. you moaned and your lips disconnected for the first time, a string of saliva between them.

“what are we doing?” you asked breathless, Jake looked stunning like that, with lips swollen from your kisses and dark eyes filled with lust.

“something i’ve been wanting to do for way too long.” he said, his voice raspy. his words send another wave of arousal straight to your core. you thighs clenched uncontrollably and he definitely noticed, you saw him gulp.

“do you want to keep going baby?” he asked and you melted hearing the nickname. you didn’t know how much you were craving him, both physically and emotionally but now you have realized it, you were in love with Jake. “babe, can you give me an answer?” he asked you for the second time gently caressing your face. you leaned in his touch.

“yes Jakie, i want all of you.” you said and added “please” just to see him fold.

“fuck, you’ll be the death of me” he hissed and kissed you again. this time it was much rougher and full of urgency, you sucked on his tongue and he bit your lip all while trying to get you out of your clothes. when your shirt and bra were gone he moved down and captured your hardened nipple with his mouth, flicking his tongue around it and pinching the other one with his hands. the sensation was making your head spin. you needed him bad. when he moved up to suck on your neck your hand found his belt and unbuckled it to slip underneath his pants and palm him. his length felt thick and hard beneath your fingers. Jake bucked his hips in your hand.

“needy are you?” you giggled.

“you don’t even know.” he whispered. “but you’re no better i’m afraid” he teased slipping his palm into your panties, wetness immediately meeting his fingers. “fuck you’re so wet.”

you moaned when he found your clit and started rubbing circles around it. “Jake i need you” you pleaded too impatient to cherish the moment, you needed him inside now.

“i know baby, i know. i’ll just warm you up a bit okay?” he asked inserting one finger inside your warm pussy. you were starving for anything but finger did not feel enough.

“need more” you urged him.

“be a good girl” he scolded you.

“please” you moaned when he added second finger and fastened his moves. “i’m ready.”

Jake couldn’t resist you anymore, not when you pleaded like that. he was hot and needy for you, his precum leaking in his boxers. you got rid of the rest of your clothes and Jake settled between your legs, his dick so pretty you drooled at the sight, perfect length with red tip and one vein slightly visible. you wanted to taste him, but not now. he started rubbing his leaking tip against your wet core. “are you sure?” he asked one last time and when you nodded he pushed the tip inside. you were so wet it slid right in, you both moaned at the sensation. Jake was so lost in the feeling that he unconsciously started thrusting not giving you anytime to adjust but the slight sting disappeared almost immediately replaced with pleasure. his thrust were fast but not too rough, his tip perfectly abusing your sensitive spot, you knew you’ll cum fast. but it was the same for Jake, seeing your pretty tits moving with every thrust, your lips slightly opened in pleasure and hearing your moans was enough to send him over the edge within minutes. you came in the same time connecting your lips in messy kiss. you clenched around him and your vision darkened, sparks travelling through your body. it was one of the best orgasms of your life. Jake peppered your lips in kissed once you both came down from your highs and caressed your face gently.

“y/n i love you” he whispered eyes wide with adoration. “i’ve loved you since forever.” you melted after hearing his confession.

“i love you too” you responded overwhelmed with the sweet feeling.

[matenrou-fan]

Diavolo going down to his fem! darling

one of my favorite things to write fr

femreader, teasing (a little), overstimulation;;

-Acting so softly and caring every time you have some private time in his bedroom, but as soon as he has an opportunity to get down to you, that's another story.

-He's still really gentle in the beginning, stroking your thighs with warm large hands and slowly caressing your wet folds with his hot tongue, kissing your clit with such tenderness..

-But he quickly became more sloppy and needy, arms grasping your hips so you will not squirm so much around as he just can't get enough of your juicy wetness.

-Your taste is so addicting, the sweetest thing in the whole three worlds that wakes up in him such animalistic hunger to your body.

-Mammon probably should move out and give his title of demon of greed to Diavolo now as he can sit between your thighs for hours, licking and sucking your folds for more juices.

-Also, he really loves eye contact. He just wanted to see how good he makes you feel, admiring your blushing face with cloudy eyes and little tears. You look so adorable when you bite your lips like that, trying to control your trembling voice, it makes him play with you more, to bring more of these little sounds from you.

"Please, look at me, s/o.. Show me this beautiful eyes again.." - he whispers, trying to meet your gaze. How cute you can be, looking away so shyly.. so he starts stroking your inner thighs with his fingers as he tries to soothe you a little. Or maybe to tease you and make you tingle even more so you will look at him again, waiting for more touches and friction..

-Extra points if you will hold his hand during the process. The way you squeeze his palm so desperately, calling his name again and again.. Tingles running down his spine right to his crotch from this beautiful view in front of him.

-If he's in a more sensitive and passionate mood he doesn't mind you pulling his hair. Look up at you with such loving puppy eyes as you control him a little with your tight grip, messing up his hairstyles completely.

-But if Diavolo's more bold today and wants to be dominating, then he won't be so obedient, even if you grasp his red locks really tight he will continue teasing you at his own pace. Prefer to see you grasping the sheet of his bed or pillows, as it makes you look so out of control at your body and he enjoys it too much.

"I'm glad I make you feel so good, darling.." - Diavolo smirks, noticing how quickly you turn into a whining trembling mess under his touch - "I don't mind playing with you just a little bit more, so just relax and enjoy, okay?"

-Not really into teasing but due to how much time he can spend glued to your pussy you probably would be so overstimulated, every touch feels so hot, even his heavy breath tickles you too much now..

-Totally would do this at least one or two times in his office, just because he was not able to control himself. Maybe your skirt was shorter than usual, or you two didn't meet each other for a long time, or he just feels so needy for you today..

-Anyways, you ended up laying on his table, all paperwork, documents and other things were now on the floor as Diavolo swiped them away so impatiently. You don't even have time to ask him to lock the door as he already pressed his face to your crotch, groaning in your pussy through the fabric of your panties.

"Just look who you turned me into…" - he chuckled in a lower tone than his casual cheerful laugh, eyes so dark and deep, piercing right into your soul with such an obsessed passionate gaze..

-Will apologize after, as he is actually ashamed that he has no self-control towards you. But honestly, aren't you also enjoying that more than usual too? He totally noticed how fast and hard you cum this time, cupping his face with your thighs.

-Oh yes, cupping. He absolutely loves to be squeezed between your thighs, doesn't matter if you're chubby or skinny, the main thing is that your skin is so soft and warm here.. Especially if he sucking your clit or fucking you with his tongue at this moment, and your legs tremble so much as you just keep trying to cross them tightly, almost on edge.

"Mm.. You hold me so tight with your pretty legs, I understand it as you want to get a little bit more attention from me, hm?" - Diavolo cooed at you with a playful smile, gaze fixed on your dim unfocused eyes as you just cum once again, already lost count of your orgasms.

You whine, unable to say even a small sentence, head so dizzy and empty as all you can feel is your pulsing core and his heated breath that makes you tremble even more.

"I will take it as a yes.. Don't you worry, darling, I'm willing to spend the whole night for your pleasure today.."

[siriusblackdevotee]

Wolfstar, tiny angst & smut, microfic? (1k+ words)

I forgot I used to fantasize about this a lot but I only remembered with the topic of asshole Sirius so...

Remus is laying on the sofa, reading a story book or something, literally everything is well and peaceful, no war, no one's dead, life is really good, vibes are warm and homey. He lives in an apartment he shares with Sirius, it's clean, it has little trinkets, items, furniture of their choosing, like their house is literally their personalities, BLA BLA BLA you get the vibe.

Then Sirius comes in (or spawns in) and Remus is elated (bc Sirius!!) and they have their usual domestic conversation. "Hi gorgeous, did you just wake up?" "Hey, yeah, when did you wake up?" Etc etc, whatever married people do.

ok now actual writing.

But then Remus notices that he's been reading the book for a while but he can't remember any of it. But instead of bothering with that though, he just forgets about it, unconcerned, and asks Sirius. What was a story book to Sirius? "You going to James' today as well?"

And then Sirius just, looks at him. Raised eyebrow, confusion, then pitiful and now Remus is confused too, because what could provoke such a reaction? Then Sirius is crawling on top of him with such a soft gaze and Remus's heart speeds up, at the close proximity but for other reasons too, reasons he doesn't know about.

This close, Remus can see every detail he has memorized, the shape of his moles, the patterns in his grey eyes, the length of his eyelashes, the sharp arch of his eyebrows, the curve of his lips. This was Sirius, just as he remembers.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't remember?" Sirius cooes, pitying, and Remus doesn't know what he's talking about but he drops the book and lets his arm wrap around Sirius, like they've done this before. He's so lost, he doesn't understand what Sirius means.

Sirius's fingers brush back his hair, then leans down to kiss him, hands coming down to cradle his face. Always so comforting, Remus could sink into this softeness.

He tilts his head and smiles. "James isn't here." Remus's stomach drops, his blood runs cold, he no longer feels warmth in his arms, torso, legs, where it touched Sirius.

Because he remembers.

James is dead, Lily is dead.

Sirius was the traitor.

He killed Peter, he was laughing.

And oh, Harry...

Remus is scrambling to get away, to push Sirius away from him, to stand up, to fight Sirius but through all his efforts, Sirius' smile turns vicious.

He no longer recognized Sirius. Yes it's him, but he had wicked curls, longer hair, a smile of sharp teeth, light grey eyes turned dark, he doesn't smell like leather anymore but blood. He looked mad. He always looked similar to Bellatrix but the resemblance was uncanny now. This was not Remus's Sirius.

Thought maybe Remus never had him.

The atmosphere that was once orange, inviting and soft, turns grey, cold and unrecognizable. But Remus didn't focus on that.

"You killed them! How could you—" Remus is backing away, as much he could on the sofa that suddenly felt cramped, pushing Sirius by the shoulder but he just won't budge.

He was so weak, he felt so weak, when he tried to throw a punch, Sirius just quickly got up to dodge and grabbed his wrist before it landed, and did the same with his other hand when he tried again. Try as he did, he couldn't even take his hands back, Sirius just held them tighter in his hands.

Remus was on the verge of tears, so frustrated, angry, grieving. But Sirius shushes him and speaks yet again with his soothing voice. "It's okay, aww don't be sad, are you mad at me?"

His hands get pulled above his head, pinned down but he doesn't register it. He was enraged, how could Sirius ask him that? "You killed them, Peter was our friend! How could you do that to m—to Harry?!"

Remus could feel how the mood dropped, how Sirius was losing interest, getting bored, because they were talking about the people he killed. Just as he did when Remus tried to talk to him about the prank on Severus. He doesn't even care. Of course he doesn't, he was cold and cruel to those he didn't care about, how could Remus forget.

Remus just didn't know it included him. He didn't know there was actually nothing Sirius cared about.

Barely holding back from rolling his eyes, Sirius leans back down, foreheads and the tip of their noses almost touching and just repeats. "I asked if you hate me."

"You sick, vile son of a—"

"You're avoiding the question moony."

Remus pauses, a sob trapped in his throat. The nickname said with the loveliest voice he had ever heard, from the man responsible for so many atrocities, pain and ruin.

Hands fall from his wrists, to his shoulders, then rest on the side of his neck. Despite being free, Remus does not take the chance to fight, he just falls like a puppet with its strings cut. Perhaps Sirius knew how drained he felt, how exhausted he'd be. Always so tired.

"I think I know why." He says with a childish eagerness in his voice. Of course he did, just as Remus did deep down. Just as he knew why his traitorous body shivered when thumbs rubbed circles on his jaw, the corner of his lips.

At the tears gathering in his eyes, Sirius stared down at him with a morbid fascination. "You're crying? You're hurting? Ah, maybe..." He hums for a second before his head dips. They were kissing now and it felt like a mockery of their earlier kiss, though Remus doesn't remember what that felt like anymore.

Sirius moans into his mouth, his face burns. Such a pretty noise, yet his heart shatters at the sound of it, tears falling freely now. A tongue prod in and he lets it, accepts it, never fighting back.

He kisses back. He felt disgusting. He is disgusting.

They part with a pleased sigh from Sirius, a pained gasp from Remus. His thumbs move up to brush away the tears and Remus desperately wants to dodge, he should want to, but instead, he wants to lean into that hand and find comfort, the same hand that hurt him in the first place.

He does neither. He was frozen, paralyzed.

He sobs instead.

"Oh that made it worse, didn't it?" Sirius licks away the tears falling on the other side and Remus whines, keen and loud, then immediately feels awful for making such a sound. He hushed him again with a kiss, then mumbled on his lips. "I know, I know, we can always try something else. I think you'll like this."

With the eager tint back in his eyes, like a child excited for a present, his head goes to nip at the edge of his jaw.

Remus doesn't know where this is going but he does nothing to stop it. He lays back in defeat and lets Sirius map out his neck with bites and kisses. Closing his eyes, he tries focusing on just the pleasure, tries to forget everything, tries not to soak in the feelings it brings him. He'd only get hurt later.

It was only when he felt Sirius' hand go under his sweater and push it up does he snap his eyes open.

"No, no, you-you can't—" He knows where this is going now. Stomach, ribs, chest all bared for Sirius, Remus could only beg with chest heaving gasps because he still couldn't move. "Please don't... don't..."

"No? I can't? You don't want me to?" Sirius repeats incredulously on his neck, confused but thankfully stops and sits back on his lap. Remus felt like he could breath through his guilt again.

"Why do you deny yourself? I know you want this."

"I'm not, I don't...no..." He'd be shaking his head vigorously if he could still move.

"Oh yeah?" Sirius's voice drops, low and sultry and Remus yet again feels a shiver run through him at the sound. "I find that really hard to believe, considering..." Hands settled on his chest, then Sirius is lifting himself up, just the smallest distance so he could roll his hips back and press down on—

Remus could've thrown his head back with the moan that was ripped out of him.

"See? You want this." There's something so mocking in his voice and shames courses through Remus.

"I don't, I don't, I—"

"Yes you do." Sirius continues back to nipping his skin, this time on his chest, this time he keeps moving down, this time he doesn't stop no matter how much Remus begged him to.

"You want this," He mouths on the bumps of the ribs, a hand sliding down to tug on his pants, leaving a trail of butterflies that make Remus feel sick. "Like you want me." He ignores the cries from above him as he bites, nips, and kisses lower and lower while hands focused on undoing the button and zipper.

Just as Sirius reaches his pelvis, he looks up through his eyelashes and smirks devilishly, more and more pleased at the response he's getting while Remus feels worse.

"You'll never stop wanting me, will you?" Holding his gaze, Sirius licks below his stomach as his pants are pulled down and Remus moans helplessly just from the sight alone. How could Sirius look so debauched and lewd without doing anything?

How could he look so beautiful?

"Even though I'm mean, even though I'm the spy, even though I got James and Lily killed, even though I killed Peter and all those people..."

Every word stabbed Remus right on his heart, sobs wrecking through him uncontrollably until he was a shaking mess. He can't even fight back.

Nails grazing against his hips, he could only watch as his underwear gets pulled down too. Utterly defeated and vulnerable.

"You'll always love me."

Those words and a mad laugh so eerily similar to Bellatrix yet was in the voice of Sirius, how he would've laughed when he killed Peter were the last thing he hears as he wakes up with a broken gasp.

Only when his eyes fall on the familiar ceiling, the forgotten book on the floor, the mess around the room, because Remus can never find the energy to just get up, does he find his composure.

Heart still rapidly beating, tears pooling in his eyes, he tries to forget the drea—the nightmare as he sits up to pick up the book, only, he notices a stiffness between his legs.

He curses, guilt and loathing for himself immediately rushing through him. He was disgusting, he was pathetics, how could he have a boner from dreaming of Sirius, the man who took everything of him?

He lets his head dip into his hands and just cries.

Because what else could he do?

And yk, basically Remus is crying as he jacks off to his memories of Sirius, or memories of the dream. And then cries even more bc he actually cums, and then more crying because it doesn't even feel good. Also guys, idk if this implies Wolfstar were already dating or if this is just Remus one sided pining. Whatever suits your preferences.

like do you get my vibe?? Remus having really hot nightmares of Sirius?? You get me??

[lovely-showtimes]

Hey could I req Emu, Rui, Tsukasa and Ena with a reader who has a pet raccoon which tends to be a little hyperactive and chaotic? Thank you! (Love your work by the way it's so Awesome)

♡ . pet raccoon.

characters - tsukasa, emu, rui, ena.

type - hcs.

a/n - thank you, nonnie!! <3 i've actually been looking for an excuse to write smth for ena, so i appreciate the request ^^ i hope you enjoy ~

Tsukasa is pretty wary of your pet

He appreciates it when you say it wouldn't harm a hair on his body, but... it's still a little disconcerting

Especially with how it zips and jumps all over the place! He's never seen such an excitable creature before

The amount of times he's eyed it from afar, glanced away, and then it's suddenly right beside him and caused him to jump are countless

"AARGH! H-How on earth did you get over here so fast?!" "Aww, Tsukasa! Look at how they're nuzzling you, they like you~" "I-Is that so..."

Emu, on the other hand, ADORES your pet!

Its soft little tail... its cute, small paws... its round, shiny eyes... it's just too adorable!!

The fact that she shares a similar nature with your raccoon means they easily bond and become a terrifying duo of mass chaos

(By which I mean, the two of them are determined to show you as much affection in the silliest ways possible)

Whenever Emu visits your home, she always makes sure to say hello to your raccoon too

"...And hello to you, Mr. Raccoon! Hehe, you're in such a good mood today~"

Sometimes you wonder if she's just here to play with your raccoon instead of seeing you...

Rui is extremely fascinated by your raccoon

How on earth could one little creature be so full of energy and excitement? He would love to study it. You will not let him

Your raccoon warms up to him immediately however, it's very cuddly towards him

In fact, Rui's the only person that can calm it down, other than you, of course

One of the most adorable sights you've ever come across is when you had briefly left your room to do something, only to come back to a very gleeful Rui and your pet snoozing in his lap

He also loves occasionally dropping random raccoon facts on you whenever it comes up to him

"Oh, hello there, little one. Say, did you know that a group of raccoons is called a nursery?"

Like Tsukasa, she's also wary at first

It wasn't uncommon to see her flinch away from your raccoon when it dashes around a bit too close to her, or for her to hide behind you

(She then immediately denies being scared of it out of embarrassment)

But she warms up to it eventually! Soon, her and the raccoon actually become pretty close, and she's not so jumpy around it anymore

Sometimes, though, it still catches her off-guard...

"AAH! ...Oh, it's just you, aha. Hello there..."

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With a Tender Kiss, I'll Love You Always

Well golly. I haven't written fanfiction in ages. Anyway, I'm obsessed with Justin Herbert and in a soft mood, so I want to write something that'll give you a cavity or two.

It's not that good, but I needed to write this. For some reason.

Enjoy!

P.S. I didn't read over this. It is as I have written it.

The knocking on the door continues as you struggle to lift yourself off your bed with crutches. Grumbling to yourself, you finally find balance. Or at least as much balance as you can for someone with one functioning leg.

You hobble to your front door and check the peep hole. You only see the torso of your vertically gifted friend and the cause of your current misfortune.

Convincing you to go skiing for the first time ever was something no one else could do, but Justin Herbert made a compelling argument. And by that, he really just told you that he really wanted you to go skiing with him. You know you shouldn't turn into such a following, babbling, love-stricken idiot around him, but you couldn't turn that part of your brain off when he was around.

You unlock the door and hobble back as you swing it open. Justin reaches out to catch you as you start to lose balance again. He's very good at doing that.

"You ok?" He asks you. You only nod in response, feeling another shooting pain stream through your leg all the way up to your hip.

You and Justin make your ways to the couch. Justin grabs your hand and helps you sit more comfortably, setting your crutches against the side table. A lot easier to do than throw them in floor, which usually ends up happening when you try to prop them up somewhere.

"I can still get you a scooter, you know." Justin offers.

"I'd rather you get me a surgeon who will fix me up today," You grumble.

Justin sits beside you and smiles at you. That's all he really had to do to get you to smile back at him. But you can see it in his eyes that he's beating himself up. He feels more guilty over this than anything he's done in his life.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to say sorry enough times for this."

"Justin, stop. I'm not mad at you," You reassure him, but you know he won't feel any better about this.

"You still have to wait another week till surgery, right?" He asks.

"Unfortunately."

"What do you need me to do until then?"

There was one thing about this whole ordeal that has made it even more difficult to get over. And it's the fact that you haven't been able to shower. It's too dangerous. You've been told to take sponge baths until after surgery. It's kinda ridiculous sometimes, but that's healthcare for you.

"It's kinda weird," You begin.

"Whatever it is. I'll do it."

"I need help," You struggle to say what you need to say. Justin is a good friend of yours, and while you harbor potentially unrequited feelings for him, you don't want to make him uncomfortable. Justin is such a good friend to you. He's the whole reason why you've been able to come out of your shell and actually enjoy a lot of life's fun little quirks. That was until you trip over a larger than expected rock while skiing down a mountain of hard snow.

Justin was the first person by your side. He carried you out of the line of other skiers and stayed with you at the hospital.

"Are you gonna say it? Or do I need to guess?" Justin asks.

"Sorry. I," You sigh. "Please don't get weird about this."

"Then tell me," He responds, poking your arm playfully. This gesture allows you to realize just how close he is sitting to you.

"I really need to shower. But they told me not to because I could get hurt, and because I don't have a bathtub, I can't sit in a bath either. I can only take sponge baths until after the surgery. I just feel really gross, and I think if I smelled less like vanilla ass, then I'll feel better."

"You want me to give you a sponge bath?" He asks.

"I just need help with one. I'm not gonna make you do everything," You explain.

You tell Justin that you need a bowl of soapy water, preferably warm along with your sponge and a towel or two.

"Is that all?" Justin asks.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" You asks him noticing the slight pink tinge to his cheeks. Dimples on full display as he shakes his head.

"Thank you, Justin."

"You need me to stay here while you get cleaned up? I mean, in a different room."

"Sure. I might need your help," You respond. Justin nods and starts to walk away before you call him again, "Justin? Would you mind bringing me a clean shirt? I'm ashamed to say how long it's been since I've changed."

"Don't worry about it. I'll be right back," Justin responds. He walks back to your room and doesn't take long to bring back a familiar t-shirt. A green one with a big yellow "O" painted on it.

"I didn't know you had this," He says. "I've been looking for it honestly."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't bring myself to give it back."

Justin tosses you the shirt. He stands there waiting for you to give him your dirty clothes.

"Uhh... Sorry, I- Would you mind? Turning around?" You ask him.

"Oh! Sorry. I wasn't thinking," Justin turns around and holds his hand out for the shirt. You quickly switch t-shirts, deciding to wait until he leaves the room to take the shirt back off.

After taking your time to wash every crevice you could reach, you finally reach the most difficult part of this process. Your feet. You pull the leg of you sweatpants up and try to reach your sponge over to your feet. You feel that stinging, shooting pain again. And you're trying to clean your good foot. The splint on your other leg makes it surprisingly difficult in the position you're in to move your good leg.

You groan in pain and sit back on the couch. Taking a deep breath until the pain subsides. You sit back up and try to reach again with no luck.

You sigh. "Justin! You can come back in here now!"

Justin awkwardly enters the living room and sees you struggle to get your feet.

"You ok?" He asks. "You need help?"

"I'm sorry," You respond.

Justin walks over to the couch and crouches down in front of you. He puts the bowl of lukewarm water in the floor over a towel. He gently grabs your leg and adjusts so that you can be in a more comfortable position.

"That alright?' He asks, looking up at you. Eyes sparkling.

You feel like you swallowed a frog with the way he's looking at you. You nod. Justin holds your foot as he takes your sponge and gently scrubs.

"Is that warm enough?" He asks. So attentive to you.

"Yeah," You say with a raspy breath. Justin uses the towel to dry your foot off. He looks up at you again and smiles.

Not being able to stop yourself from talking, you say, "This is officially the weirdest thing I've ever done with a friend."

"Yeah." Justin says quietly as he moves to the more sensitive leg. He gently pulls the leg of your sweatpants up, gently grabbing your foot and even more gently scrubbing the foot. He notices the deep purples and reds that reach your calf. Those same colors that is causing the delay in your surgery.

"You good?" You ask him, being the worried one for a change.

"I just can't believe this happened to you. It's all my fault," He says.

"Justin."

"No. I'm the one who convinced you to go skiing when you said repeatedly you didn't want to."

"Justin. If I didn't want to go skiing then I wouldn't. I only went because it was you," You explain. Not even thinking. The things that a fresh sponge bath makes a girl do.

"Yeah. Cause I'm your friend," He says, going quiet again.

"Because I like spending time with you. I love spending time with you. And I'll do whatever you want so that I can keep spending time with you."

"What?"

"I'll do whatever you want so that I can keep spending time with you."

Justin looks up at you again. He stands on his knees to get a little closer to you.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're smart enough to figure it out yourself, Herbert."

"Please, tell me."

"Don't make me say it."

Justin moves so that he's a mere centimeter from your face. Your lips just barely touch before you stop and pull him in for a hug. Justin doesn't think. He just hugs you back and savors the moment.

"I would let you kiss me, but I have shit breath right now too. I want my first kiss with you to be perfect."

"I don't care how smelly you think your breath is. But if you want to wait. I'm fine with that. I'm just glad we can finally be subtly honest with each other," Justin admits. You nod along in agreement before Justin touches a tender kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes and breathe him in. Afraid that he'll evaporate into thin air if you don't savor this moment yourself.

"I'll love you always, you know."

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That's all folks. I didn't really know how to end the story. But it's been a long time since I've written so please give me you most constructive criticisms please.