#after having him in my drafts for so long

[sereia4skz]

Hey hey can you make something hurt to comfort with chan plss?? Like yn and chan get into a tiny argument maybe just a misunderstanding going on not a big fight but some broken hearts but at the happy ending🥹🤝🏻😭🫰🙏🏻

oneshot | don't walk away

pairing: chan x reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: mild argument? chan being busy

word count: 1.1k

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

It starts with a quiet kind of disappointment. The kind that builds slowly, unnoticed at first, like a draft slipping under the door. You don’t even realize how tightly your chest’s been wound until the key turns in the lock.

He’s home. You’re still on the couch, dinner long cold on the table, your phone lying silent beside you. You’d checked it too many times. The battery’s nearly dead from all the hope you kept feeding into it.

Chan steps in, looking exhausted, hoodie pulled up, eyes slightly red. His studio bag sags off one shoulder. “Hey,” he says softly.

You look up. “Hey.”

It’s all you say.

He toes off his shoes, glancing at the couch. “You didn’t eat?”

You shake your head. “Didn’t feel like it.”

A beat passes. He blinks, takes in the untouched meal, the candle you’d lit two hours ago, now a pool of hardened wax. Realization creeps across his features, slow and unwelcome.

“Shit,” he breathes. “Baby, I’m sorry. I lost track of-”

“Of time,” you finish. “Yeah. I figured.”

Your tone isn’t harsh, but it’s not warm either. It lands somewhere in the middle, brittle and tired, and Chan flinches before he can catch himself.

“I should’ve texted,” he says quickly. “I didn’t mean to leave you waiting. Everything ran over and I just-”

“I get it,” you cut in. “Work happened. It always does.”

That hurts him. You see it. You didn’t mean it like that, not really but it’s been weeks of this: missed dinners, short calls, canceled plans. You’ve smiled through most of it, understanding as best you can, but tonight… you cracked a little.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you add, softer now. “I just- I made dinner. I was excited to see you. And then I waited. And waited. And it just… I don’t know. It felt stupid after a while.”

Chan sets down his bag and walks closer. Not too close. He’s reading you carefully, like he knows one wrong step might send the whole night spiraling.

“I never want to make you feel like you’re waiting alone,” he says. His voice is steady, but his eyes shine with something tender, or maybe guilty.

“You didn’t do it on purpose,” you murmur. “But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”

He exhales and sits beside you slowly, his hands clasped between his knees.

“I’ve been messing up,” he says quietly. “I’ve been running around thinking I can juggle everything, the group, the deadlines, and… us. And I thought if I could just keep pushing through, eventually I’d have time for everything. For you.”

You look down at your lap. “I don’t want to be the afterthought that gets your leftover time, Chan.”

He flinches again, visibly this time. “You’re not. God, Baby, you're the part I miss most. The part I feel most guilty about when I mess this up.”

Tears sting your eyes before you can stop them.

“I was staring at my phone like some idiot,” you whisper. “Kept telling myself you’d text. That I mattered enough for you to think of me.”

“You do,” he says instantly, but there’s panic now, like your sadness is suffocating him. “You do. I just… I got so in my head tonight. I felt like I couldn’t stop working or I’d lose momentum. But I lost you instead. At least for tonight.”

“You didn’t lose me,” you whisper, even though the words burn. “I just needed to feel seen. Like I’m still a real part of your life, not a calendar event you keep pushing back.”

That’s when Chan cracks. He doesn’t sob. He doesn’t even make a sound. But his eyes fill, and his hand reaches up like he doesn’t know what to do with it, whether to wipe his face or reach for yours.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, and now his voice is trembling. “I hate that I made you feel like that. You’re my home, Baby. I’ve been running around trying to keep everything afloat, and I forgot that none of it means anything if I don’t have you to come back to.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m not trying to make you feel worse. I just- I needed you tonight.”

“I know. And I wasn’t here. Not in the way I should’ve been.”

You both fall quiet. The air between you is thick, not with anger, but with heartbreak. Like you both want to reach for each other, but you're afraid the hurt still lingers on your skin.

But then Chan shifts forward. He reaches out, cautiously, and takes your hand in his. His thumb strokes your knuckles, soft and tentative.

“Can I… hold you?”

Your bottom lip wobbles, you nod, and then you’re in his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. The tears come harder now, yours hot and breathy, his quiet and broken against your temple.

“I hate crying,” you whisper against his shoulder.

Chan huffs a soft, wet laugh. “Me too.”

“You’re really bad at texting.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I’ll get better. I promise. Just… don’t give up on me.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. His face is flushed, eyes red-rimmed, but even now, he’s still looking at you like you’re everything.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say. “I just want us to do better. Together.”

“We will,” he says immediately. “Starting now. I’m going to be better, not just for you, but with you.”

You nod, and for a moment, the world feels quiet again.

Then, in a much smaller voice: “I reheated the rice like three times.”

He lets out a real laugh this time, and you feel it vibrate through his chest.

“I’ll eat it cold,” he says. “I deserve cold rice.”

You swat at his chest weakly, laughing through your tears. “You’re dramatic.”

“I’m in love,” he says simply. “It comes with the territory.”

Your heart swells painfully, and you kiss his cheek, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids, all the places his tears had touched. He kisses you too, soft, slow, apologetic. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just… real.

That night, you eat together at the table. The rice is awful. The chicken’s dry. But the air between you is warm again. Softened. Mended.

Later, in bed, he tangles around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. His thumb traces circles on your hip. His breath ghosts across the back of your neck.

“I’m gonna set reminders,” he mumbles sleepily. “Daily check-ins. Morning voice notes. Alarms that say ‘Text her, you idiot.’”

You laugh quietly. “You don’t have to set alarms to love me.”

“No,” he murmurs, “but I’ll do anything to make sure you feel it. Every day.”

You fall asleep like that, wrapped in each other, still a little raw, still a little tender, but whole again.

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[rikisbaddezire]

Hiii, I love your work so much! Can you write a story about childhood friends niki and reader, and there's been sexual tension building for years, and during a movie night they kind of just snap. Sorry for the lack of detail, but I'm not too sure hhow to describe it lol :)

WET DREAMS

note : this was lwk actually kinda fun to write so thank you anon for this suggestion because i had really fun time writing this!! guys i havent finished the end yet and i really don’t want to stress over it so im just gonna release it now (cant leave the anon waiting 💔) ill figure out an ending when im finally finished airing out my drafts

warnings : riki and y/n are lwk perverts, p in v, dry humping, swearing, mentions of hormones, dirty thoughts, mention of wet dreams, no protection, small hand job, i wrote this really weirdly but wtvr, riki is kinda degrading if you squint ig, lots of dirty talk.

RIKI NEVER UNDERSTOOD how much his dreams had influenced him. all it took was a little wet dream of his best friend all the way back grade 9 to absolutely destroy all the friendly thoughts he had of someone he grew up with.

he believed maybe he was just going through puberty. desperate and hormonal was all he felt. suddenly he noticed how short her uniform skirt was, how her breasts had gotten bigger over the years, how curvy her body looked in that tight, teasing, and sexy uniform.

after grade 9 it had taken a while to forget those weird emotions and feelings, but even then he couldn’t help but notice how y/n seemed to notice something was happening with him. she also started acting different and the innocent jokes they would tell each other before suddenly became dirty and flirtatious.

but she couldn’t have been flirting, right?

the thing is during the whole puberty thing, y/n was blown away by his new appearance over the summer. now he was tall, he had muscles and his voice had gotten deeper.

when he’d whisper or even speak to her in that deep, dark, sexy voice, her thighs clenched and her panties soaked.

grade 9 was just a mess of hormones and mixed feelings for the two, and now by grade 12 they had both gotten better, the feelings they felt long before had disappeared.

not anymore though.

riki woke up in a sweat. he was hard. like really, really hard. thanks to that little dream he had yet again. this one wasn’t the same though, this one was more obscene, it felt so real for him and he was panicking because not only were those feelings supposed to be long forgotten, but that they always walked to school together every morning.

there was no doubt she was on her way.

he was contemplating just fisting himself so his little problem goes away faster but his parents would call him down for breakfast anytime soon.

but when he turned over to the other side in bed, there she was right there leaning against his door, drinking a juice box from his kitchen that his parents no doubt gave her like she was some kind of child who was abandoned so he forced himself to stay calm, just like he did in grade 9.

“wh-what are you doing here so early?” he mutters hoarsely, clearing his throat.

she was getting closer to the bed. his eyes widened as she pushes herself off the door going around to sit right beside him in the bed.

dont look down riki warns himself oh god dont look down

but he couldn’t stop his eyes as they slowly drag down to her thighs. her skirt. it was long enough to cover her more intimate parts, but showed just enough for him to conjure up the most dirtiest things in his mind against his will.

“oh yeah, there’s this stupid movie jake and jungwon and sunoo want to watch,” she pauses and groans. “i don’t really want to watch it and they wanted me to ask if you wanna come, i just want you there because i don’t want to be lonely.”

he winces out at the way she says lonely as if he hasn’t had thoughts of sneaking out to her house and just fucking the shit out of her to get those crazy thoughts over with, as if he wasn’t hiding condoms under his mattress, as if he tried not to let his thoughts wander to her when he’s masturbaiting, as if he never wondered what could be underneath that uniform he’s been itching to rip off of her.

“uhh… tonight?” riki manages to inquire, his voice cracking subtly at the word tonight to which she nods and giggles. “i guess i can go. do you want me to pick you up and drive you there?”

“do you want to?” y/ns head tilts to the side, looking up at him with the same pretty eyes that would look as good rolled back as they do in his imagination.

he doesn’t respond. he couldn’t stop himself as his body leans in

the whole day y/n found herself drifting off to the thought of him, and how big his dick really could be. she’d seen the outline before, just this morning she saw his dick peeking out from his shorts.

she was this close to riding him.

during math she was making estimates in her head based on what she’d seen before. how big could that monster of his be? all the times she’d been to his house and accidentally walked in on him, she never bothered to look down.

god she was such a horny teenager.

he was right beside her right now, she was tempted to ask him what the exact measurements are, but in reality they’re just friends. and no matter what they were it would just straight up be a weird question to ask.

their legs were brushing each other due to how close they were sitting and riki could’ve sworn his fingers twitched. and his dick.

school was almost over. just 10 more minutes.

ten more minutes til he’s finally free from school for the day. ten more minutes til she’s in his car. maybe an hour til he can get into that wet pussy of hers.

he decided today he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. riki already had enough watching her breasts bounce around and those little exhausted noises she’d make. god, with how sweaty and tired she looked, made him wish he could make her look that way.

slowly the time passed from 7 minutes

to 6 minutes til he could dick her down.

to 5 minutes til she’d be able to see what monster he’s hiding under those sweatpants.

she couldn’t take it anymore. knees brushing up against his as she turns to him, “whens the homework due?”

y/n mentally cringes at that, it wasn’t even what she wanted to say, but it came out being something totally different then what she could’ve said.

“u-uh sex…” he shook his head quickly, rikis eyes widening at the word that also accidentally fell out his mouth. “fuck! no i mean- its due on friday.”

luckily the bell rings ending the conversation right there. riki and y/n both get up to grab their things. her legs were shaking, and she swore a trail of arousal was following behind her, while riki was so sure the bulge in his pants were visible.

the whole ride was silent, which was very rare for both him and her. all they could hear was the sound of the engine running and the various noise of children or the birds chirping.

all he could think about was fucking into that tight pussy while keeping his eyes on the road. holy shit. his hands clenched around the steering wheel, the grip so tight his knuckles turned white.

he decided to speak up though. “so uh, things have been weird lately between us, huh?”

“yeah…”

“man what happened to us, we were so close and now it’s like we barely ever talk at all.”

he stops at the red light and turns to her, her panties practically soaked in arousal so scared he might even smell it. she almost felt herself come just by his words.

“i can’t lie, i’ve been dreaming of fucking you all night long since grade 9.” his own words make his jaw drop completely. was it too late to take it back? riki looks at her carefully studying how her head whipped to turn to him and how her cheeks flushed almost immediately.

she manages to drag out some words but they were more squeaky. “you’re joking?”

he shakes his head. “i can’t stop thinking about you. i haven’t been able to since grade 9, you used to be so innocent, but fuck ever since you hit puberty its like you’re so fucking naughty.”

“riki. do you even know how attractive you started to look when you hit puberty? you’re voice got deeper and you got more muscular. ive been trying to figure out the size of your dick since grade 10.”

he chuckles at that, his old teasing facade coming back to him. “yeah? you wanna know how big it is or do you wanna see for yourself?”

“fuck, i don’t know just give it to me”

“right here in the car? in the middle of traffic? i knew you’d be such a fucking whore, y/n.”

“pull over so we can get this over with” she mutters to which riki obeys almost instantly. he ignores all the honks from drivers and everything as he practically drives into a ditch.

in the backseat, the car windows were fogged up and the craziest part for them was they weren’t even getting it on yet, all their self control completely gone.

“fuck you’re so fucking hot keep grinding on me show me how much you want this dick.” riki groans out, as her hips rut against his lap. all her moans and whimpers were being swallowed by his messy, lazy, slow kisses.

she whines out as she feels his cock sticking up through their clothes, the only thing keeping their bodies apart. “mgh fuck ill be so good for you riki! i fuck cant stop, so mmh good for me.”

“i’ve been wanting to wreck that pretty pussy of yours since—“

riki’s cut off by a little, “buzz, buzz” in his pocket, which they try to ignore at first but eventually it just gets annoying so he answers. “fuck, jungwon what do you want?” he hisses out, trying to ignore the fact that y/n was still rubbing against his hard pulsing dick.

he sighs out, lying through his teeth “yeah, yeah. we’re stuck in traffic right now, we’ll be there soon.”

y/n moans out, his hand quickly jumping from her waist to her mouth covering the whines that come out of her as her head tilts back.

“so fucking loud for me keep it down, yeah?” he teases her, guiding her hips.

she lets out a cry. not a cry as in oh no am i really dry humping my childhood friend? no this was a oh no im gonna come just from this kind of cry.

and there he was just sitting there talking to jungwon like she wasn’t about to come all over his lap just from rutting against his uniform covered cock.

“uh huh, uh huh, okay we’ll be there soon now bye.” he mutters dryly into the phone. he lifts y/n off his lap and onto the backseat, which elicits a low whine from her throat. “fuck i know, i know just be good for me okay? jungwon really needs us there right now or their gonna watch it without me and you there.”

she scoffs at his words be good for me, though denying the fact that it deep down turned her on would make her look like a fool. “saying be good for me to your friend, childhood friend, even, is beyond weird and creepy”

“what? how is that even creepy?” he grunts out as he crawls over to the front seat and starts to pull out the ditch.

“shut up”

“weren’t you the one whining on my lap earlier?”

“oh my god—! riki shut up”

he just giggles at her flustered state. they were both kind of happy their old banter that had been long gone 2 years ago had finally come back.

but y/n sort of wondered as she glanced at him. if they do go farther than whatever was going on in the backseat earlier. what will that make them?

would they still be friends? were they gonna be awkward again like they were for the past two years? or would this mean that they would maybe admit the feelings that definitely went way past the sexual tension they had for years.

“holy shit what took you guys so long, finally you guys here.” sunoo sighs out in relief, almost dramatically.

y/n and riki stop in their tracks, heads slowly turning to look at each other. riki felt amused subtly letting the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “oh uhm traffic, yeah traffic was really bad today.” he pauses for a second before turning and sitting onto the couch, legs spread and everything. “are we gonna start the movie or what?”

they both came to a realization that they couldn’t focus on that stupid movie that was playing in front of them. not when they could feel the heat of each other’s body radiating off each others skin. she was debating heading to the bathroom and risk getting cornered by riki. but she wanted that after all, they did have some unfinished business to get to anyway.

either way, she stands up without warning and heads straight to the bathroom, but as she turns to close the door, a foot stops the door from fully closing. “don’t we have some business to finish, y/n?”

god the tone in his voice. fuck. she can feel herself dripping onto the floor. “we do have some business to finish, but not here—”

it was too late for his mouth moved lazily and slow against hers, cutting her off. he didn’t even need to look back his foot kicked the door closed and his hand came down from her jaw to lock it. “fuck, ill be so good, ill be so slow” he babbles into her mouth. “so slow you’ll beg me to go faster on you.”

his hands were wrapping her legs around his waist.

all she could do was swallow her moans, slightly whimpering at him. he grabs her hips putting her up on the sink’s counter. “how big is it?” she whispers between kisses.

“fuck why don’t you go and see for yourself, y/n?” riki tilts his head back as she pulls down his pants. “you know how long i waited for this? i’m so hard for you— o-oh shit! what the hell are you doing with your hands, why does it feel so good?”

she giggles as he tries to speak through his whimpers and pants. “aww, do you like this riki? yeah? where’s all that teasing going? so hard and you’re not even inside me yet…”

he shoots a glare at her, but fails too as his face contorts back to an expression only one could call pure pleasure. the noises he made, fuck he sounded so good. she didn’t think riki would make so many noises, but holy fuck was she wrong because he was loud.

it took a few minutes to get him to come, and she practically teases him through the whole thing purposely because she knew he would try to fuck her hard as payback.

she hesitated a little asking this question, only cause she was a bit terrified of being bullied by him or make him think she isn’t cool, she speaks up either way though “you have a condom, right?”

riki’s eyes widen as he looks up from undoing her pants, some hair falling onto his eyes. he shakes his head slowly. “no… but come to my house tomorrow morning and i promise my mom will have some plan b.”

she nods as he undoes her uniform skirt, his eyes immediately falling on her soaked panties. he can’t help himself as his finger runs down her clothed pussy, feeling her puffy folds. “fuckkk…” he groans out in arousal.

“i just want you to fuck me. cmon fuck hurry up” y/n rushes, pulling her underwear down to her ankles. he lines himself up, and then slowly but steadily pushes in. his mouth drops open, wide with a small whine coming out. “oh my god, im inside my best friend.”

“please stop talking and fuck me.” she whimpers softly as he pushes himself to the hilt.

he groans, pulling out a little bit before slamming back in, one hand holding her thighs open and the other gripping roughly on her shoulder. “fuck fuck so tight you want this fucking dick”

she can’t control herself, she’s moaning out and they’ve just started. “want it so bad— ughm fuck!”

he begins rolling his hips nice and slow, just trying to spread and work open her tight little pussy. he grunts a bit each roll of his hips. he wanted to keep it nice and slow first and then slowly start fucking the shit out of that tight spot inside her.

“fuck is it right there? right where you’re clenching me?”

“i don’t fucking know just don’t stop” y/n whimpers as his pace picks up slowly. the force of his body slamming against hers slowly started to make the counter creak. “i wanna fucking break your back. shit, what would you tell your parents if they asked you why you’re walking funny? say that your best friend fucked the shit out of you?”

“aah… f-fuck yeah.”

“knew you’d be such a fucking whore for me.”

each thrust was harsh and it began to be a repetitive noise of her body falling back onto the countertop mixed with the slow, heavy slapping noises.

her hands gripped his uniform tie almost undoing it from how hard she was clutching it for purchase. “you’re so slow, fuck me faster! fuck! im close!” her whines echo with the sound of their bodies combined and her hips move with him almost instinctively.

“so loud, fuck… you want jungwon and sunoo to hear how fucking good your pussy is?” he grunts out. letting out a sharp hiss, his head tilts to the side as he takes a drag out her wet, tight walls before burying himself deep inside her, his tip obliterating her cervix.

“agh fuck! riki dont stop i-i-im coming!” y/n tenses up with the weird feeling in her lower stomach making her cry out more. loud whines and whimpers erupt from her throat as he rides her through both their orgasm. a white sticky mess was left on the table as the result of their pleasure.

it took a while for them to get ready to leave and hopefully sit back down without any problems knowing jungwon and sunoo liked running their mouths, but she stops him. the words rush out her mouth almost immediately as he turns. “riki, what does this make us?”

his heart stops. why didn’t he expect this question? he just fucked his fucking childhood friend. “uhh… do you want to date me then?”

she scoffs out at his response. “really riki? not even going to tell me you’re madly in love with me? just gonna put out a question like im forcing you?”

“okay then what do you want to hear? ‘oh y/n, i couldn’t stop thinking about you for years and now i want you to date me and maybe be my occasional fucktoy.”

“anything but the last part, you’re so weird.”

she was definitely aroused though.

[katsukissed]

one shot | bakugo x reader | suggestive

the AC breaks during a sweltering heatwave, and you and bkg find relief in each other

the AC broke two days ago.

you reported it immediately. maintenance said they’d send someone “first thing monday.” it’s now 4:32 PM. no sign of anyone.

you and bakugo have both showered once today already. the curtains are drawn. every fan you own is on full blast.

you’re both sitting on the couch - sprawled like corpses, iced drinks sweating on the table, backs stuck to the cushions. silence, except bakugos loud panting next to you.

“you sure he said today?” bakugo mutters, wiping the back of his neck with his shirt.

“yeah. between 2 and 5.”

he groans. “bullshit.”

you don’t reply. because his shirt’s rucked up now, and you can see the sharp line of his hipbone where it disappears under the waistband of his sweats, and if you speak you might say something you can’t take back.

the silence stretches.

you shift, trying to get comfortable, and your bare thigh brushes his.

he flinches. just barely.

you glance at him. he’s still staring straight ahead. his jaw ticks.

another minute passes. he rolls his head to the side and looks at you.

“you always wear shorts this short?”

you blink. “excuse me?”

he doesn’t say anything. just raises a brow, eyes lingering on your legs for a half-second too long. you feel the heat rise under your skin - not from the weather.

“you’re not even wearing a shirt,” you shoot back.

“it’s hot.”

“exactly.”

there’s a silence that settles like humidity — thick, unmoving. you can hear the fan buzzing, the ice melting in your glasses, your own pulse thrumming somewhere behind your ears.

bakugo shifts beside you. the sofa creaks.

you don’t look at him. but you feel him.

eyes dragging down your legs. lingering on your collarbone. your lips.

“looks like you’re about to pass out in this heat,” he says, biting back a laugh.

“don’t act like you’re not the same.”

he brushes a stray hair from your face.

“bet I can make you forget all about the heat.”

you glance at him, finally. his gaze is unreadable - something slow burning behind the red. his lips are parted, lazy with heat, with want.

“that a line?”

“no. that’s an offer.”

you swallow.

and then his hand is on your thigh - calloused, warm, possessive - and sliding upward. testing.

your breath catches.

“you—” your voice falters. “what if the AC guy—”

“then you better be quiet,” he says simply.

and then he kisses you.

it’s messy. hot. everything at once. teeth and tongue and sweat-slick skin. his hand slides up under your shirt, over your ribs, fingers dragging like he’s trying to memorize you.

you pull him closer, legs parting instinctively to let him settle between them. his hips press down, slow and heavy, like he’s been waiting for this — for you.

clothes peel away in pieces. he groans when he sees your skin, muttering something like “fuck, been thinkin’ about this for weeks” against your collarbone. you arch into him.

every movement is desperate but unhurried - like you’ve both finally broken after weeks of pretending not to notice the way your touches lingered, the way you listened for each other’s footsteps down the hall.

his mouth finds your throat, your jaw, your chest. your fingers tug at his hair, and he curses under his breath when you roll your hips just right.

and then…

knock knock knock.

you both freeze.

dead silence.

bakugo curses, muffled against your skin. “no fuckin’ way.”

you shove at his chest, breathless and flushed and wrecked. “it’s him.”

he pulls back just enough to glare at the door like it’s committed a personal crime. “fucking timing.”

you scramble to pull your shirt on. he swipes at his mouth and stomps to the door - still half hard, scowling like he’s about to punch the AC guy in the throat.

you’re still trying to slow your breathing when the door opens.

“sorry I’m late,” the guy says, clueless. “traffic was—”

“yeah. just fix it,” bakugo snaps, voice low and sharp.

an: trying to clear out my drafts so expect like a million bkg fics a day LOL

⤷ @katsukissed

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[artsninspo]

"MISSED CALLS 📱" RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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Author's Note: This is not a drill, this is a real Rio upload LOL. Since the Rio girlies are awake here's an old Rio X Reader draft. Enjoy ❤️

Summary: Rio plays himself when he downplays your position in his life. Instead of lashing out, you get even. After acting out, you both make it up to each other 😉 . This one is 🌶️ Pissed off Rio has entered the chat.

Word-Count: 1.7K

It may be toxic but you love it when he’s mad. When his eyes darken and his patience thins. When he’s focused and ready to strike like a predator. When you’ve managed to fuck up his entire day and keep him on the hook thinking about you. He calls again and you watch the phone ring out as you tan poolside.

“You’re in a good mood” your cousin says, putting her shades on amused by the scene playing out in front of her.

“Mhm” you nod thinking back to the agitation he’s facing right now as he’s cursing your refusal to answer. He’d hurt your feelings a pinch, even though you know him downplaying your significance to him in the company of his associates is a lie. Rio’s feelings are in fact the contrary of the bogus story he told his colleague. Still, it was the principle he’d greatly downplayed your position, making himself out to be just in it for a good time and you, nothing more than someone easy  to pass his time with. The phone rings again and I smile sending an automatic reply. Easy, I’ve been anything but.

“What'd he do?” your cousin asks but you know better than to spill your man's misdeeds.

“Forget that I can be a real headache when I want to be” You smile in response.

“Atta girl” she smiles back.

 You’ve never begged him to be around and none of your antics have been enough to get rid of him. If Rio wants to act like you’re replaceable, well two can play at that game. You watch the kids splash in the pool and smile at the thought of last night's triple date. Your date was tall, Latin and tatted just like him. It’s a dirty game to play but so is pretending to have better things to do.

When you get home after a few days away you see his car parked down the street. You go to get in your house when he steps out glaring like he wants you to get in the car.

“Get in the car” he says exasperated and you turn, wiping the satisfied smile from your  expression. He stands tall glaring and displeased.

“Aren’t you gonna get my door?” You ask standing still before moving in the direction of his vehicle. His jaw clenches before he obliges and you do the same getting in. Climbing in halfway you turn to give him a quick kiss.

“Missed you”  you pout looking him over. It’s the truth and even more satisfying when he can’t decide whether or not to blow up.

“You wouldn’t have to miss me if you answered your phone” he snaps shutting the door. The engine roars and he’s off.

“I was gonna call but I had no time, there were too many people around” you lie and he glares at you. 

“How was your date?” He asks, telling you he’s been keeping tabs. You roll your eyes.

“It wasn’t a date, my cousins just wanted to meet this guy.” you shrug.

“Sitting across from someone and sharing a meal is a date” he snaps.

“Well then I’ve dated a lot” you sigh, earning another glare. 

“Just answer when I call and stop sending me texts. I want to hear your voice” he snaps. “Okay?!” He glares. 

“Ok” you let him have this one. He shakes his head taking a long exhale as he grips the wheel heading in the direction of his place.

“You fucking stress me out more than the job” he mutters as he hit a red light.e opens and closes his legs and you know the tension between us is foreplay for him too. You smile leaning over to give him a few quick kisses.

“I’m sorry” you apologize playing the part of oblivious bimbo with sincere eyes and he nods. His eyes lighten and you know you're back in his good book. It’s a quick turnover, he probably was really scared to lose you.

“You gonna make it up to me?” He asks.

“Of course, how about tickets to the boxing match you were talking about?” you suggest.

“That’s not the kind of thing I want from you,” he says.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“You, for a few days. any and every way” he says with nonchalance. It sparks your excitement but you hide it as best you can, smiling only a little. Maybe that’s what made his throwaway comments so hurtful. The chemistry is too good and anything goes - its not the routine sex of a married couple but of a raunchy affair most times. As long as he treats you well there’s no complaints. But he has fucked up.

“That sounds like a lot,” you mutter avoiding automatic compliance.

“You have a lot to make up for,” he smiles slightly.

“You promise you’re not mad anymore?” you ask with doe eyes.

“No baby, I’m not mad” he concedes and you melt a little looking up into his eyes. He’s putty in your hands.

“I trust you” you mutter as he kisses you hard. Just like that he’s gonna give you all he’s got. He lets himself go. Kissing your neck as he gets us both undressed. His touch is firm and dominant. you’re at his mercy but in very good hands. He’s one of one and our compatibility is special. He knows as well as you that we are all we have if we want this. It’s dangerous to be this vulnerable, for him to lose control when you’re on your knees taking care of him. Having that kind of power over him gets you off and he has the same effect on him. His actions make it known that there’s no replacing him. That you better never even think about it because there’s no one better for me than him as he fucks you into the mattress. He kisses you more than usual, kissing you everywhere and when we’re done he props himself up against the headboard letting you  rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Can you stay the night?” you ask hoping his  schedule isn’t demanding.

“Yeah mama, I can stay” he responds and you settle into pulling the blankets up over your body and his. He rests a hand over you to secure your body against his as he reaches for his phone. He spends a few minutes sending off a few messages before setting it down on the nightstand.

“Come on” He says, patting your hip.

“Hmm?” you raise a brow.

“I know you weren’t answering your phone cause you wanted attention, so come on” he says tapping it again. You look up to see a small grin on his lips. “Don’t play innocent baby, you’re too smart for that” he adds and you sit up, sitting beside him. Just like that his focus is on your breasts.

“If I wanted attention wouldn’t I answer?” you ask pulling up the sheet to cover yourself. His attention returns and he raises a brow.

“Not like playing with me would” he says and his intelligence is one of the many reasons I love him. You straddle him and then lower onto his manhood getting the upper hand in moments.

“Maybe I overheard you telling your friends I was nothing, maybe I was upset you were lying” You tell him, grinding with him inside, in  a motion that causes him to crane his head back in pleasure. Eyes closed he holds your hip as you move plain fully slow allowing you both to feel everything.  “You deserved the headache” you add and he takes a breath and holds his head level to look you over. He can’t be angry at you when you give it to him like this. He shakes his head too overcome with pleasure to be angry at your plot.

“Watch your mouth” he warms instead. You tighten your walls around his manhood and he curses.

“Watch yours or I could stop answering forever” you warn and he’s had enough. You pushed and now you’ll pay.

“Forever?” He asks, gripping you hard as he pulls out. It’s a bid for control. You moan at the loss of contact “You’re gonna quit me, forever for saying something we both know isn’t true?” He challenges upset all over again. You try to look away and he forces you to look at him.

“Maybe” you respond in defiance. He lets go pushing you away as he gets out the bed. Now you’ve really done it. Your stomach drops as he rounds to your side of the bed and gets on his knees. It’s a sight as he gets between your legs spreading them around him and french kissing your center. Men like him need power and aren’t afraid to be in submissive positions but not him. Not with you. He gives you everything and you writhe under his intimate kiss,  your body is completely his. It’s his turn to undo you and prove his worth. His turn to make up for his missteps, his turn to take care of you this way. When he’s done you hold him close.

“I’m sorry” he says with your essence all over him. “My people don’t need to know my weakness, you could become a target” he says and you look up to see sincerity.

“I’m not your weakness, I’m your strength and coming after me would be the stupidest fucking thing anyone could ever do.” you smile. “I’m a civilian.” you remind him. “It’d make a lot of noise” 

He takes you to the shower so you can both get cleaned off. He’s left love marks all over you. He suds you up and rinses you off with special care.

“I love you too much to risk anything happening to you” he says stunning you. Your body goes stiff as a board and you search his eyes. This is a first.

“You love me?” you ask.

“I love you” He affirms wrapping you in a towel. It's a fact which makes it all the better. It isn’t this magical revelation. It’s something he’s sat with, it’s something he knows and has known. There’s no hiding your smile and in turn his.

“I love You too” you smile.

“I know mama, now let me get some sleep damn” he says with an arm around you as he gets his towel. You fall asleep wearing a smile because…

You’re  in love.

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YOONGI NSFW ALPHABET

This is in the established relationship aspect!!!!

This was a request by:

Sorry for being so inactive🫤 I've finished school so I should be finishing my drafts as I get the chance to!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Yoongi would definitely be super cuddly and check up on you a lot after sex. As we all know he has this wall built up to make him seem like a tough guy but we all know he's a sweetheart.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His favorite body part of his would be his fingers. And his favorite on you would be your boobs for sure. He is always down for some tit play.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He'd definitely want to eat all your cum, especially if he's eating you out, and he would expect you to swallow all of his.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly likes to be submissive (IF YOUR LUCKY) he will also be pretty vocal. He will grunt and groan here and there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

VERY experienced. Lord have mercy he would know what he's doing. He would know your body and how it reacts inside and out. You would be getting the best experiences every damn time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down ass up, but he also like you to ride him as long as he gets to suck your tits and move your hips.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More serious because he's so focused on you both being comfortable and receiving pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Pretty groomed. Little stubby but he shaves it cause he doesn't like it outgrown.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Yoongi likes it VERY intimate. He wants more of the love making aspect rather than just sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he jacks off a pretty good amount of times. He would also purposely jack off knowing you'll see or walk in so he can ask for your help. Even in the morning if your both feeling horny he will make you masterbate infront of him and he will guide you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He doesn't have many kinks. He likes sex intimate and not rushed at all, but he's open to anything especially if you suggest something.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed obviously. But he also likes to risk it at his studio because he likes to force you to be quiet as he makes it difficult to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is madly in love with you so he doesn't view you with lust all the time. But he really likes it when you wear a short dress that teases him. Or if your in his T-shirt with a messy bun, he loves the innocent look.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Anything that involves you being in pain. He also would NEVER have sex with you if you didn't want it at that time. He's respectful and doesn't push.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He LOVES giving. He likes to tease you when he eats you out and hook his arms around your thighs so you can't squirm. He is super aggressive when he eats you out. He acts like he hasn't had a meal in years.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow at first but picks up the pace. And it also depends on the situation, if it's more emotional and gentle he will go slow. But if your both eager... That's a whole other story.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not very often. Like I said, he likes to take his time and not rush.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would risk if you suggested something. He would do anything to make you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He had a LOTTT of stamina, he could go for 4 round if he wanted to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No he doesn't use/own any. He likes giving you pleasure and thinks its unfair for a toy to get you off instead of him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he would be a pretty big teaser. He'd for sure like to see you squirm. Buf most of the time his cock throbs to hard for him to hold back any more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Little grunts and groans here and there. He'd want to hear you more. He isn't that loud of a person.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is OBSESSED with tit play. Sometimes even you get concerned with how much he loves your tits.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He'd be a good 6 inches. Pretty toned body, skin and pale but still hot ASF.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's open to doing it whenever. So its more mutual. He'd have a pretty medium paced sex drive

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep and once you do he rubs your shoulder and hand for a little while till he finally falls asleep.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I'm slowly getting back into writing. I'm planning my next one right now.

[peachhcs]

moments on the ring 3

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

summary: back for it's 3rd installment, the ring camera captures the ups, the downs, and everything in between in samy and will's relationship

words: 6.4k

author's note: i couldn't help writing a 3rd part, so here it is! can be read as a standalone, but check out parts 1 and 2 as well! i've had this in my drafts for soo long and it's finally done! lowkk hitting some writer's block, so i'm trying to write through it (also i officially have a color theme for every au now!)

au masterlist | part 1 | part 2

WINTER OF SAMY AND WILL'S SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL

gabe followed will onto the porch after watching the bonde stay silent for almost the entirety of dinner and then after when they played some video games with luke and jack. he immediately knew something was up, so gabe didn't hesitate to go after him to figure out what was wrong. the dark-haired boy watched the way will leaned up against the support beam, will's gaze and mind elsewhere as he glanced at the sky. gabe copied his actions and leaned across from him on the other support beam.

"what's up with you?" gabe spoke first because he knew will wouldn't.

"what do you mean?" the blonde played dumb even though they both knew why gabe was out there with him and why he'd been so spacey lately.

"dude, come on. don't play stupid. you're being all weird," gabe told it like it was and will flushed that his friend could call him out so quickly.

"i'm not being weird."

his response pissed gabe off so he continued, "will. you've been acting weird like all week and now you're being super weird by not talking at all at dinner or playing video games with us. i know something's wrong."

there was a painful silence while will struggled to find the words he wanted to say.

the whole liking samy thing was something that continuously plagued will's mind. it'd only gotten stronger since the feelings began back in september and it was kind of freaking will out. this girl was supposed to be his best friend who he saw an an annoying sister because that's what she was for the past 17 years but now all will could think about was how pretty she was and how jealous he got whenever she brought up other guys she was interested in (that would never be him.) when she broke up with kevin the hockey player was quite thrilled, but unfortunately she kept proving to him that they would only ever be just friends. samy teased will like she did with her bothers and while he was used to it, he wished so badly that it meant more to her, or that he could tell her it meant more to him.

the problem was he wouldn't ever though. will and samy were firm on one thing and that was their friendship. that mattered a lot more to either of them, so will was not putting himself in a place to jeopardize that. it was just getting so hard when he couldn't stop thinking about kissing her anytime he saw her. it really put a dent in will's mind.

gabe still didn't know that will liked her. neither of the guys did. he was scared to tell them in fear that they'd accidentally tell her because that was something they'd definitely do. not that samy would believe them though. the whole liking his best friend thing was pretty new territory that he didn't quite understand still, so telling other people felt like something that wouldn't go over well if he didn't even understand it himself.

will still didn't say anything after a long, painful silence. gabe looked his way, an expression that read something like "tell me or we're not leaving this porch until you do." the dark-haired boy totally would too. he knew getting stuff like this out of will was never easy.

will read the expression easily. he flushed, feeling embarrassed and kind of pathetic that the girl all of the guys teased him about for the last year was now someone will actually couldn't stop thinking about after denying it. what if gabe laughed at him? or worse, rubbed it in his face that they were right all along?

"how about i take a guess then? is it about samy?" gabe finally asked when they weren't getting anywhere.

will's head had never shot up so fast before. a look of horror and shock crossed the blonde's features and gabe just smiled knowing he was right.

"you like her, don't you?" gabe continued.

will was speechless. it took gabe all of seven minutes to guess his friend's deepest worry at the moment. he didn't even know what to say to that.

"how did you know?" the boy finally uttered.

"it's kind of obvious," gabe shrugged.

another look of horror crossed will's face, "i'm that obvious?!"

"i mean, yeah...kind of. i knew something was up with you two after you came back from that "seven minutes in heaven" shit back in april," gabe laughed and that was such an old memory in will's mind. that was definitely the moment there was something changing between him and samy because will thought about that kiss for weeks after. he'd never kissed someone like that before.

"you knew back then?"

"i hate to break it to you, but it was always obvious back then. why do you think we tease you all the time? you're fucking obsessed with her, smitty. we figured there might've been something going on, but then we didn't know anymore when she started talking to kevin. after homecoming though, i definitely knew there was something going on when we talked about it kind of. i could tell," this was such news to will. he never once thought he was obvious about his feelings, but maybe he really was after hearing what gabe said.

"shit..i didn't know you picked up on that. i thought i was being discreet. what else do you know?" the blonde flushed in embarrassment.

"i know you two made out many times after that time in april. you always had some sort of lip-gloss on your lips after," the dark-haired boy laughed and will couldn't feel more embarrassed. no wonder why people stared at him whenever him and samy emerged. to them, it probably looked like they went to town in that bathroom.

god, how embarrassing.

"we don't do that anymore, by the way. we stopped when she started talking to kevin," will thought he needed to clarify that.

"i'm glad you don't instigate cheating," gabe smirked and will rolled his eyes. if he was so obvious, he wondered if everyone else knew.

another wave of horror washed through the boy at the idea of samy knowing. how could she not know if everyone else seemed to notice his feelings? what if she did and she was just strangling him along? god, that'd be even worse than what gabe just revealed. "wait, does samy know?" will let the question slip.

"well, you're painfully obvious to everyone but yourselves. she's as oblivious as ever, so i think you're fine," gabe chuckled.

a bit of relief flooded through the hockey player's chest but then he was confused again, "painfully obvious to everyone but ourselves? does she like me too?"

when gabe hesitated will's heart soared at the possible hope that samy felt something towards him, but that joy didn't last long when gabe shrugged a moment later, "i don't know. she's a bit less obvious and it's hard to gauge when she just has a flirty personality in general."

will frowned. he was really hoping gabe knew something more than he did. he tried not to look too disappointed, but he must've anyway because gabe frowned too. the blonde sunk down to the steps, his head falling into his hands to try and deal with all of the thoughts running through his mind. gabe was quick to join his side and offer his comfort.

he didn't tease as he asked, "how long have you liked her for?"

"probably homecoming. maybe a little before? i don't know," will shrugged.

"what do you think changed?"

"there was just something that switched i guess. she wasn't some annoying sister anymore, but someone i wanted to spend all my time with. i hated seeing her with kevin and he knew i liked her and tried to make me mad any chance he could because of it. he wanted to make me jealous and it worked because i punched him. i can't stop thinking about her either. she like consumes my mind 24/7," will rambled on a bit with some frustration laced in his voice that he was even thinking these things yet he couldn't do anything about it.

"what's stopping you from just telling her?" gabe wondered and will looked at his friend like he was crazy.

"i could lose her as a friend because she doesn't feel the same way? i ruin our friendship? i make things awkward for our families for the rest of our lives?" will thought it was so obvious why he couldn't tell her.

"i don't think samy's the kind of person to let that happen though."

"i'm not risking it. i can't," the boy shook his head.

"so what then? you're gonna let these feelings consume you for the rest of time?" that didn't sound appealing to either of them. will frowned.

"until i can get over them and then let it go and never think about it ever again," he said it like it was easy and gabe snorted.

"yeah, right. this shit's gonna tear you apart. i mean look at yourself. you're a mess."

"okay, rude. what else am i supposed to do? she's my best friend, gabe. i can't lose that. i'd rather let this tear me apart than lose her completely."

the boys fell quiet again as will's words hung in the air. he would be putting a lot on the line if he confessed his feelings to the girl inside and there was no way the hockey player was in the right headspace to risk their entire 17-year friendship for some silly feelings. he didn't even know if it was feelings because everyone was telling him to have them after the endless years of teasing or if they were actually real.

"okay, i get it. it's scary liking your best friend. i wouldn't wanna risk that either. just try not to let it consume you too much though, okay? we miss the old you," gabe nudged will's shoulder. the blonde rolled his eyes again.

"the old me? i'm still me."

"yeah, sure. the you that's head over heels for his best friend," the teasing would never end. gabe helped will back up, patting his shoulders as a way of saying it would be okay.

before they could go back in though, the door opened and samy stuck her head out. she raised her eyebrows seeing the two out there together, "you two making out without me?" she teased them.

gabe gave her the finger while will just flushed, "funny, hughes. you wish."

samy giggled as the dark-haired boy ruffled her hair as he stepped around her to get back inside. she glanced at will, a wondering look in her eyes as he came in too. "you okay?"

"yeah, all good," he put on his best smile for her.

she seemed to believe it because she skipped back into the living room where everyone was. will sighed, but followed after her where he'd spend the rest of the night pretending like everything was okay.

little did he know, the ring camera captured the entire conversation that would quickly become a memory down the road that marked the first time will admitted his feelings for samy. she would 100% tease him about it when they were finally together and poke him for how cute and shy he was about it when they were younger.

SPRING OF SAMY AND WILL'S SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL

samy watched from the porch as will loaded the car up with the last of his things for nationals. him and the u18s were off the switzerland for whole week to participate in the championships while samy stayed behind in michigan. it was the one tournament she couldn't make it to with it being the last few weeks of her senior year and finals she needed to wrap up before graduation.

at least will would be back in time to watch her graduate. the two found each other's glance and a soft smile sat on samy's lips as the blonde walked back up to the porch. "all packed?" the girl wondered.

"yup, that should be everything," will nodded as he looked back at the car. samy was trying to keep a brave face so she didn't start crying. having this separation anxiety from will was a bit new to her because she's never had it before, but the anxieties of being away from him for a week was consuming her brain. she tried not to let it show.

will was really good at reading her though, "you okay?" he wondered when he read into her.

"i think this is the first tournament i won't be there for," samy frowned.

"wow, yeah. that feels weird," the boy laughed lightly mostly trying to keep the mood light.

"tell me about it. you're gonna do great though. i'll watch all of the streams and we can talk about it over text. are you nervous?" samy's way of directing the feelings off of her was to put them on someone else.

"a little, yeah. i mean this is the moment we've been working to all year. it never feels real," will hummed.

"save a puck for me?" the girl beamed and she blushed when will wrapped his arms around her in response.

they held each other tightly, the hug turning more into a tight hold like they never wanted to let go. samy pressed her cheek against will's chest where she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat to calm her down. will could feel the way she relaxed in his arms and it warmed his heart knowing he could calm her down like this. he pressed his own cheek into her head and they stayed like that for a long time. maybe will had some slight separation anxiety too because the idea of samy not being in the stands watching kind of messed with his head a bit.

she was his good luck charm. what would be do without her? what if they lost because she wasn't there watching him and he couldn't look up at her whenever he was feeling nervous.

"i'll be back in like ten days. it'll go fast," will pulled back a bit, mostly because he wanted to admire her face.

"that's a long time," samy mumbled. she was trying really hard not to cry.

"i know, but ill be back for your graduation," the boy tried looking on the bright side.

"and then you leave again for the nhl combine," the girl was feeling a bit more negative though.

"you'll be in nashville with me for the draft, but we'll get through this," will nodded assuredly. if someone was walking by, they'd definitely think samy and will were a couple saying goodbye to each other because they honestly looked the part.

just best friends though.

just best friends who had crazy feelings for each other that they refused to admit out loud.

"call me and text me every single day," samy said and will laughed.

"i promise, i will. have fun at your last few weeks of school."

their gazes met and for a split second the thought of kissing crossed each of their minds unknowingly, but neither of them made a move. they couldn't. instead, will settled for brushing her hair away from her face and wiping away a few of the tears that slipped down samy's cheeks.

colleen came out of the door a second later. the two broke apart, deep blushes coating their cheeks, but will's mom didn't say anything.

"you ready to go?" she asked will. the boy nodded.

"i think so."

samy let will go as he carefully walked down the steps. she leaned against the railing, watching him wave to her as he climbed into the passenger seat. the door swung open again and ellen came out. she reached her hands around her daughter's shoulders as the two of them watched will and colleen pull out of the driveway.

"did you wish him luck?" ellen wondered.

"yeah, i did," samy smiled.

the older woman squeezed her shoulders before disappearing back inside once the car was out of sight. samy lingered for another moment, remembering what it was like to have will's arms around her like that. she blushed at the thought. the younger hughes spun on her heel to go back inside when her gaze caught sight of the ring camera that caught the entire goodbye. she smiled at it and bent down a bit to talk into it.

"ten days. i can do ten days," she said like she wanted the reassurance.

samy did that for every day will was away, mostly to keep herself sane and so she knew how long he'd been gone for.

when his mom's familiar suv pulled into the driveway samy was already racing out of the door to greet him. the car wasn't even parked when will flew out of his seat to lift her into his arms and spin her around in a tight, loving hold. he wore a proud smile on his lips when samy began mumbling about how happy she was for him and how proud she was.

"i'm so, so proud of you, will. you did great out there. i knew you were gonna win it all," the brunette cheered. will put her down, but his hands didn't leave her waist. they were too caught up in the moment to realize how dangerously close they were to one another.

"i wish you were there, though. would've been so much better if you were. i got in my head at the end and they sent me to the box. god, i was so scared they'd fuck it all up," will rambled. samy found it endearing, but she grounded him by squeezing his cheeks so he'd stop to take a breath.

"the refs were such shit, but hey, it's over now. you won! you have a gold fucking medal!" samy exclaimed and she loved the way his face heated up.

colleen got out of the car, a knowing look on her face when she saw the two standing together. she didn't say anything, but she already knew when will was begging to go to the house to see samy as soon as they landed back in the states. ellen came outside a moment later and that's when the two finally pulled apart when they realized how close they were and what it seemed like.

"congrats, will. you played well," ellen hugged the boy too. the blonde grinned as he hugged her back.

once the pleasantries were exchanged, samy dragged will inside so she could see his medal up close and they could continue debriefing the final game. the ring camera captured the soft smiles on their lips as they passed and the way samy hung onto the boy like she was afraid to let go of him.

FALL OF SAMY AND WILL'S FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE

it was hard to admit but college was hard. for the past few weeks, will was in a slump. his playing felt off, the coaches were extra hard, and the games...god the games. they were winning, sure, but will had never felt more drained. it was the same routine over and over and over—he'd get up, go to class, have a hellish practice right after and then he had to study and do his homework for hours until he physically couldn't keep his eyes open.

on the outside, the boston freshman was excelling in every area. he was dominating the other rookies and people were really starting to talk about him. it was great, but will didn't feel great on the inside. playing nonstop games in dev was one thing, but at a collegiate level with 22-year old guys that pushed him into the boards more often than not, it was wearing him down.

the worst part of the whole thing? will really really missed samy. her being back in michigan living her own busy schedule made communication a bit sparse and hard to keep up with. they practiced at different times so it felt impossible finding a time to facetime. will could maybe catch her after practice in the morning on her walk to class, but even then, sometimes she was too busy to call. the boy knew how busy they were, but it hurt a bit more than he liked when they went from talking almost every second of the day to once if they were lucky. he missed seeing her at the games. he missed her waiting for him after a game. he just missed her.

the boys were starting to notice too. will's game became sluggish and skating felt like running through quicksand. he missed goals he should've gotten. fowler accidentally whacked him in the arm when will wasn't paying attention by the goal. the star freshman was falling apart at the seams and the guys were scrambling to hopefully make it better.

throwing a party was the absolutely last thing on will's mind that would make him feel better, but everyone insisted. plus, it was a great way to leave a good impression on the campus, so it was saturday night and the freshman hockey house was packed. guys will had never met before filled in and out of the rooms, random girls tried talking to him, and it was just not what he was in the mood for. he thought about samy the whole time and kept looking at his lock screen like it would just teleport her there. maybe he would've liked the party if she was at his side and he could show her off to all of his teammates and boston students, but instead he was stuck with shooing off random girls that wanted to talk to him.

will escaped outisde for some fresh air. he sunk onto the steps, setting his cup of vodka and lemonade down because he wasn't even in the mood to get drunk. it would just make him more upset about samy not being there. ryan ended up following his friend outside when he noticed will's lack of presence.

"you okay, man?" ryan shut the door so the noise inside muffled itself.

"yeah, fine."

the brunette joined him on the steps.

"what do you think of the party? i had no idea this many people would show up," ryan laughed and will shrugged.

"yeah. it's big."

his responses were dry and no matter how hard ryan tried lifting the mood, he just couldn't.

"dude, i know you've been having a hard time being away from samy, but the sulking..it's kind of killing the mood.."

will's head whipped so fast in ryan's direction, "dude. what the fuck?"

"i'm just saying.." ryan shrugged.

"i'm sorry i miss my girlfriend because she's in a completely different state and we hardly get to talk anymore. at least your girlfriend is just a drive away!" will got angry which caught both of them off guard, but ryan wasn't offended. not when there was a surprise waiting for his friend on the other side of the door.

the guys ran through every possible idea that could lift will's spirits and after realizing samy was the only person that could, they called her and begged her to fly out for the weekend. she was on board almost immediately and now she was on the other end of the door giggling at her boyfriend's sour mood.

"jeez, okay. sorry. sorry. i get it. it's hard. i'm sorry, man. i may have something that might make you feel better though," ryan grinned and will grew confused. if he was about to suggest shots..

he watched as ryan went to the door again and that smile on his lips made it seem like he was up to something. the blonde watched curiously as the door was pulled open and a very familiar face stuck her head through.

it felt like time went in slow motion when will realized who it was. first, his eyes widened and then his instincts kicked in as he sprung up and took in his girlfriend standing five feet in front of him.

"hey, will," samy giggled.

he was on her a second later. his arms around her torso and his face in the crook of her neck as he breathed in her familiar scent of home. she couldn't stop giggling and both ryan and gabe were recording while everyone else was standing at the doorway watching the sweet exchange.

"i missed you so, so much," the hockey player muttered into her skin. he basically melted into her, his weight deadening the longer he stood in her arms.

"i missed you too," samy pulled back much to the boy's dismay so she could see his face. his gaze had softened since talking to ryan and he just looked like he could cry right in front of her. he looked so sweet to her as she reached up to drag her nails through his messy hair.

"how'd you get here? don't you have practice?" the blonde wondered and the girl shrugged.

"yeah, but what's one day? ryan and gabe called me. said you were sad and needed to see me," she giggled again and he finally looked up at his friends still staring and watching them reunite.

"surprise!" ryan cheered, finally stuffing his phone away.

"i've never kept a surprise like that before," gabe laughed as well and the others nodded in agreement. will couldn't believe his friends planned something like this for him.

"sorry i got a little mean on you, smitty. i couldn't have you suspecting anything," ryan chuckled and the blonde rolled his eyes. samy went to hug the other boys while will thanked them for pulling off the surprise.

"thanks for getting her here," he said to ryan and gabe. the two boys smiled and shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

"we hated seeing you so down, so we figured what's the next best thing?" gabe patted his friend's shoulder and will smiled back.

he looked back to where samy was now hugging and greeting drew and aram. both boys had wide smiles on their faces as the girl asked how they were. everyone's spirits felt lifted now that the youngest hughes was back and maybe it was just what all of them needed. she was their best friend too and after spending two years together, will may have not realized how much they'd miss her too.

"thank you. i owe you," will looked back at gabe and ryan.

"don't mention it," ryan chuckled before going to join in with the welcoming.

"so should i expect to bunk with drew and ryan tonight?" gabe teased. will's cheeks heated up into a deep crimson, shoving his friend for that comment. "shut up," he mumbled.

"what? i'm just saying. i'll bother them to sleep in their room," the dark-haired boy winked before also joining the bigger conversation.

will hung back for another moment just taking it all in. samy's back was to him, but he could hear the smile in her voice as she talked with his hockey friends that were as much as her friends too. his smile had never been bigger.

he joined the group, wrapping an arm around samy's waist and she subconsciously leaned into him while still talking with drew and aram. will pressed a soft kiss to her head, not wanting to interrupt, but wanting her to know he was there.

the freshman house ring camera that will insisted they installed captured the sweet moment between all of them, now becoming a memory they could look back on forever.

SPRING OF SAMY AND WILL'S SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. 

it was a bit colder for a late afternoon in april, but michigan was known for having bipolar weather the closer summer got. samy was on her porch doing work on her computer when a car pulled into the driveway. she recognized it as gabe's because his mom drove an old prius and that was the car that pulled in behind hers. she smiled watching the dark-haired boy step out and wave as he walked up the driveway. 

"hey stranger," samy pushed her laptop closed for the moment. 

"hey hughesy. sorry for randomly dropping by, but we're starting to pack some of the house up and i remembered i had things i've left here," gabe explained his presence and the girl quickly chuckled. 

"ah, right. i'll inside to help you find it," she got up from her seat and led the boy inside. 

over the past two years, a lot of the boys' things collected at her house after hangouts, parties, whatever. she figured they'd come back for them when they remembered, so there was a massive pile in her basement of all of their things. it was sad though. with it being april, the hockey season was almost over and that meant the boys were going to be moving away from michigan for college. almost all of them were going to boston while samy was staying in ann arbor and as happy as she was for them, it was sad that they wouldn't be a 15 minute drive away anymore and their weekly hangouts would become every few month reunions. 

"damn, that's a lot of stuff," gabe mumbled when he saw the pile in the corner of the room. samy laughed. 

"yeah, you guys have a lot of shit. you better tell the rest of them to stop by so they can get it," there was an old hockey stick, a handful of clothes, hockey skates, board games and samy had no idea who it all belonged to. 

gabe picked through the pile. the old stick was his and almost half of the sweatshirts were his because he had a habit of taking them off and then never picking them back up when he left. there was a shot glass that was his he got in one of country's he played in last year. the boy flushed when he realized her had two handfuls of things. 

"shit, sorry. i didn't know half of this was mine," the boy chuckled. 

"want help getting it out to the car?" samy wondered and gabe nodded, so she took his one pile and followed him back outside. 

once it was all in, samy invited him to hang out for a bit since she was home by herself and could use the company. gabe happily joined her on the porch where samy completely disregarded her homework for now. the hockey player stretched back in the chair, taking in the pretty view of the other houses down the hill. 

"i gotta admit, i'm gonna really miss this place," the boy hummed, meeting samy's glance. 

"i can't believe it's almost over. it feels weird," she frowned a bit. 

"yeah, i know. it went by so fast. i'm sure will's told you this, but the guys are gonna really miss hanging out here every weekend. you made our time in michigan really special," gabe smiled softly. samy actually hadn't heard that before, so she was flattered hearing it come from his mouth. 

she didn't think she'd miss hockey boys as much as she would miss them. sure, her brother's dev friends were great, but they were never really her friend. they were more like brothers and she just gained brothers every year. this dev class was by far her favorite because she was walking away with seven boys who would be her friend for the rest of their lives and it hurt that she wouldn't get to see them every week anymore. 

"well, you're welcome back anytime. you all are invited to the lake house in the summer every year now," they shared a smile. 

"good because i'd still come even if i wasn't invited," gabe mumbled. 

the two settled into a comfortable silence for a moment. samy's mind was scattered with thoughts of graduating and heading to college in the fall. it was only april and she graduated at the end of may, so there was still a month left, but it was going to go fast. once prom was over, it was just finals and state testing and then graduation. it'd be over before she knew it and the boys would be gone. there wouldn't be any more reason to drive up to plymouth unless she wanted to watch the u17s play next year. 

"so i heard you're taking smitty to prom?" gabe broke the silence. samy's gaze snapped to his, flushing. 

"yeah. it was marcie and lauren's idea since i kept complaining i had no one to go with." 

"he's been talking about it since you asked him. i've never seen him freak about what suit to wear before. he kept telling us how important it was that he matched with you and looked good beside you..i have no idea," the boy's words caused a small blush to form on samy's cheeks. she dodged gabe's eyes thinking about will talking about it nonstop. 

things between them were..complicated. samy's sat with the idea of liking her best friend for about 6 months now and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became. marcie's teasing never stopped and the way will kept looking at her sent butterflies in her stomach in a way she's never felt before. it didn't make any sense anymore. 

"i'm glad he's excited," the younger hughes hummed. 

"oh, you have no idea. he's ecstatic. i think he would've blown a casket if you took someone that wasn't him," and the guys would make comments like those still that confused samy even worse because it was implying that will liked her and while everyone had been teasing and hinting that at her the whole year, she still didn't believe them. 

"that sounds a bit dramatic," she laughed it off though. 

"yeah, but like i'm serious. he's been wanting to take you to one of your dances since homecoming," gabe shook his head like he didn't know the weight of the words coming out of his mouth. the brunette quieted, her heart racing. homecoming? 

homecoming was back in october. that was when her and kevin were together and how much she knew kevin and will did not like each other. she knew will and kevin fought about shit kevin was saying that will didn't like, but then marcie told her it was also because kevin was trying to make will jealous. samy chose not to believe her, but now hearing gabe say it..maybe she wasn't so wrong after all. 

the hockey player seemed to finally realize what he was saying because his face paled and he darted his gaze to the girl beside him. 

"shit, i don't think i was supposed to say all of that," gabe mumbled embarrassingly. 

"you know people keep saying these things to me about will and it's like..i don't know. it's kind of freaking me out..i feel like i don't know what to think anymore," samy muttered. 

"i'm sorry. i shouldn't have..we just like to tease, you know that. i was just teasing..." gabe tried backtracking, flushed. 

"no, i mean like..it freaks me out because i think..i think i feel the same way?" 

the teenagers quieted. samy looked at gabe and he looked back at her in surprise. that was her first time admitting her possible feelings for will out loud. 

"it freaks you out that you like him?" gabe talked again, his tone softer than before. the brunette flushed and then nodded. 

"he's my best friend. i grew up with him. he's supposed to be an annoying brother..not someone i like...and now i'm taking him to my senior prom in a week.." 

"sometimes the best relationships come from being best friends your whole life first though. you'd be living a lot people's dreams," gabe tried making her feel better about it because he could sense the stress on her features. samy laughed. 

"i know. i just..i feel like everything is changing and i hate change. i just wish we could keep everything how it is and feelings don't have to be thrown into the mix, you know? i wish you guys weren't leaving michigan, i wish we had more time, i wish a lot of things," a long sigh escaped the girl's lips and gabe took it upon himself to get up to wrap her into a hug. 

"i know it's so weird and kind of scary, but you know we're always here for you, even in a different state. whatever happens between you and will, it's gonna work out. sometimes taking a risky leap leads to a lot of good things. plus, you know we'd be supportive because we've been rooting for you guys since we met you," they shared a heartfelt laugh. gabe pulled back, his soft smile easing the anxiety from the girl. 

he placed a kiss to her forehead, not in a romantic way, but in a loving, brother way and samy really appreciated it. she squeezed him a bit tighter for one last hug before letting him get back home knowing there was a lot to pack back at the house. 

"i'll see you soon. you can't get rid of us yet, hughes! we still have summer!" the dark-haired boy exclaimed as he walked to his car. samy giggled. 

"right. can't wait," she waved and watched him until his car wasn't in view anymore. she settled back into her chair to finish her homework while the camera above the door handle blinked, capturing her and gabe's entire conversation that will happened to listen in on because his phone was hooked up to her house's ring camera after one night samy was coming back late and will wanted to make sure she made it home safe per her request. 

he didn't mean to listen, but he heard his name brought up and his curiosity got the better of him. now he was left wondering what this meant for him and samy moving forward and a small part of him hoped it would lead to them finally getting into a relationship because what gabe said was right. 

will had been thinking about it since homecoming.

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running | s.es

27. tease | wc: 1.1k

“i’m here,” eunseok’s voice brought a smile to your face as you answered your phone.

“oh?” you said, raising your eyebrow, jumping off of your bed to open the front door. he had plans to hang out with sungchan and shotaro tonight and came over early, knowing sungchan would leave to pick up shotaro and dinner for them. “you want to be alone with me that badly?”

“always,” he smiled—wide and boyish—when you opened the door.

“hi,” you breathed, lost in his eyes. your heart rate increased and it was harder to breathe now that he was right in front of you after so long. he looked down at you adoringly, his own heart racing. “hi.”

without another word, you reached for his wrist, lacing your fingers around it gently as you tugged him inside, up the stairs and into your room. you guided him toward your bed, where he sat down without protest, his knees brushing yours as you stood in front of him.

you played with his fingers absently. “you look handsome today.”

“only today?” he chuckles softly.

“every day. all the time,” you answer shyly, bringing your eyes to his. “and in my room.”

you could feel the shift the second the last word left your mouth.

his hands came up, slow and steady, resting lightly on your waist like he was scared to spook you. your breath hitched as he pulled you a little closer, eyes never leaving yours. his fingers splayed gently, thumbs brushing your sides, and you couldn’t stop staring at how warm, how tender his expression had become.

“how long do you think we have?” he asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

you leaned in, forehead resting against his, noses brushing. your eyes fluttered shut. it felt like the kind of stillness right before the first drop of rain.

“can i kiss you?” you whispered.

you felt, more than saw, the way his breath caught in his throat. when you opened your eyes again, his gaze had gone wide—hopeful, reverent, like you’d just handed him something sacred.

he nodded, just once.

your lips barely began to brush—

when your door suddenly burst open.

“surprise, yn!” sohee yelled.

“we brought strawberry milk!” anton added, voice chipper, completely unaware.

you and eunseok jolted apart. he scrambled to sit back, hands flying to his lap, while you turned toward the door in disbelief.

“what the hell!” you yelped, face flushed scarlet. “i didn’t even know you guys were coming tonight!”

sohee blinked. “i texted eunseok, though.”

you sent a playful glare in eunseok’s direction.

anton just held up a bottle of milk, grinning. “well, now we’re here. do you want one?”

eunseok let out a quiet, incredulous laugh behind you, and you swore you could still feel the warmth of his hands lingering at your waist.

you ended up downstairs with everyone, lounging around the living room as the sky outside faded into dusk. sohee had curled up on one end of the couch, tossing grapes into anton’s open mouth while he laid leaning on the armrest. eunseok sat beside you, his thigh brushing yours every so often, as sungchan scrolled through an itinerary draft for the upcoming trip.

“i call dibs on the bed with the best view,” anton said, pointing dramatically at the screen.

“you can’t call dibs when we’re not even there yet,” sungchan argued. “we’ll settle it with a game of rock-paper-scissors once we arrive.”

"you think i can sleep in the same room as you?" eunseok whispered into your ear. you blushed at the thought, immediately shaking your head—you knew you'd be bunking with yujin, since you two were the only girls.

the boys kept bickering over what rooms they wanted and what activities to do once there. beside you, eunseok smiled quietly, his hand resting near yours on the couch cushion—close enough to feel the heat but not quite touching. you didn’t need it to, though. the warmth from earlier still lingered in your chest.

when sungchan got up to grab more drinks from the kitchen, you nudged sohee with your foot—he caught the cue instantly.

“oh! sungchan, wait,” sohee called, hopping up. “you said the ice trays were busted, right? show me—we can fix them. together. as friends. like handy little roommates.”

“uh… okay?” sungchan said, confused but compliant as he followed him out.

you turned to eunseok, barely hiding your grin. “come with me.”

he looked at you, eyes wide. “where?”

“just come.”

you grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs before he could resist—not that he would. back in your room, you let the door click shut behind you and made your way to the closet, pulling something out from a tote bag tucked in the corner.

eunseok stood awkwardly by your bed, clearly trying not to look at anything too hard. “should i… be here?”

you smirked. “do you want a sneak peek of the swimsuit i bought for the trip?”

his eyes widened in slow motion. “w-what?”

"there's a hot tub, apparently."

he gulped in response.

“relax,” you laughed, pulling out the hanger to show him—small and frilly with a bow at the back. just enough to make his brain short-circuit. “i’m not wearing it right now. i just wanted to see what you thought.”

his jaw opened slightly. then shut. then opened again.

“i—it’s… i mean…” he looked anywhere but directly at the fabric, ears going red. “it’s really… pretty.”

“you think so?” you asked innocently, turning it side to side like you were inspecting it. “you sure you don’t want to see how it looks on?”

“i—yn—” he squeaked, voice breaking mid-syllable.

you laughed, delighted. “you’re so easy.”

he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly struggling to figure out where to put his eyes. “you’re doing this on purpose.”

“absolutely,” you said, stepping just a little closer. you tipped his chin upwards, his eyes finally meeting yours. “it’s cute when you get all shy.”

he looked like he might combust.

and then—

knock knock knock

“hey—” anton’s voice rang out. “have you seen eunseok? sungchan’s asking where he went.”

your eyes widened.

eunseok immediately bolted toward the door like he’d just committed a crime. you shoved the swimsuit under a pillow, whisper-yelling, “stall him!”

anton popped his head in, raising an eyebrow as eunseok tried to play it cool by adjusting a nonexistent wrinkle in his hoodie.

“dude. hurry. i got you like, maybe a minute before sungchan starts checking rooms.”

eunseok muttered a flustered “thanks” and squeezed past him out the door.

anton turned back to you with a smirk. “you know, next time you want alone time, maybe don’t make him look like he just got hit by a bus.”

you tossed a pillow at him.

he ducked. “hey, i’m just the messenger.”

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a/n: this chapter is self indulgent i wrote it for myself bc im greedy ALSO warning... sudden angst in the next 2 chapters but it's just so they can get really serious and i can wrap this up 😰 don't hate me too much :P

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Tangled lives: Chapter Eleven

Law x reader (she/her)

Chapter eleven of Tangled lives

Words (for this chapter): 2.4k

Notes: Here we are! Sorry for the delay from my usual two-week schedule. I’ve been super busy and mentally drained, and then I started having doubts about this story. I was contemplating rewriting parts of it because I feel like I'm making Law too much of an ass. But in the end, I decided to stick with what I already have, since the whole story is written. Though it’s just a first draft, so each chapter needs some intense editing which takes time. Also, I’m a bit chaotic and can’t focus on just one thing, or I’d burn out and drop it completely. So this has to share time with my other stories 🫠

That being said, once again, sorry for the delay... and sorry in advance for what you’re about to read 😅

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The next morning, you woke up to the muted light filtering through the blinds, the world outside still moving on as if nothing had happened. But everything had changed. As though something inside you had finally unclenched after being wound tight for far too long. 

You hadn’t expected this. Not really. You were hopeful, but it still took you by surprise—a breathtaking, beautiful surprise. Even now, you could still feel the traces of his hands on your skin, his body pressed against yours in a way that had been both desperate and yet so full of… love?

Real and raw and terrifying. He hadn't said it outright, but he didn't need to. His body had spoken in a language more honest than anything he'd ever managed before.

Your mind refused to let go of the night before, replaying every stolen breath, every whispered confession, and every moment when Law stopped running. From you. From the tangled mess of all those feelings.

You remembered how, just before sleep claimed you, he pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead. You’d smiled, drowsy and content, and when your heavy eyelids lifted for just a second, you caught the way he looked at you—soft, reverent, as if you were precious.

You had him now. Really had him. No more chasing after shadows. No more waiting for him to turn back around. Finally. And for the first time, it felt like everything was going to be okay. You didn’t have to keep fighting, didn’t have to keep waiting.

But when you opened your eyes, reality came rushing back with a sharp sting. Where is he?

For a split second, your heart raced—not in the sweet, fluttering way it had the night before, but in the cold, hollow panic of absence. You reached out instinctively, hand searching for him in the crumpled sheets, eager to feel the curve of his shoulder, the muscular chest, or any part of him for that matter.

You wished he were still there, his arms wrapped around you, his steady breath mingling with yours, the warmth of his skin a comforting presence against yours. But the space beside you was empty.

Maybe he had just stepped out. Maybe he was in the kitchen, pouring coffee into that mug of yours he always said was ridiculous. That had to be it—no need to jump to conclusions.

You pushed yourself to your feet, the movement stiff, as if your body wasn’t quite ready to leave the cocoon of intimacy you had shared. 

The apartment was eerily quiet. Too quiet. Law was nowhere in sight, and you wondered if he had just disappeared. Maybe he changed his mind and is now afraid to face you. Maybe all of it—the kiss, the words, the tenderness you had shared—had been too much for him. Maybe now he was regretting it, retreating into the walls he had built around himself, afraid to face what he had let slip through.

Heart pounding, you moved toward the kitchen, hoping—praying—to find him there, waiting. 

He wasn’t there. 

Instead, an array of ingredients sat on the kitchen counter besides two plates. Your favorite dish—half-prepared. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of confusion crashing over you. Law never left things unfinished. It was not like him. 

A hundred thoughts collided all at once, none of them sticking long enough to calm you. You wondered and came to the conclusion that he must have realized that something was missing and quickly went to the shop to get it. He’d always noticed little things. Maybe he just wanted to surprise you. That would make sense. That would explain his absence.

He must’ve just gone out for a little while. That had to be it.

But then you heard a quiet movement. Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped toward the sound, every muscle in your body tense with anticipation. Law’s door creaked open. 

It seemed that he was coming back, perhaps everything wasn’t lost, but the seconds stretched on, and when he didn’t appear, a knot of unease tightened in your stomach. Instead, there was only the soft shuffle of footsteps coming from the living room.

 You quickly followed.

As soon as you stepped into the living room, you saw him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his posture stiff, his face tense. He hadn’t said a word yet, but the look in his eyes was enough to set every nerve in your body on edge. That and the opened bag filled with his things.

Law was the first to break the silence. “We need to talk.”

You nodded slowly, a tight knot forming in your chest. Of course, you did. The last night had been too much to leave unresolved. Too much to ignore. And that damn bag wasn’t helping.

“About last night,” he started, but the words seemed to hang between you both. His jaw tightened, as if he were still wrestling with something inside. He stared intently at the wall. “It shouldn’t have happened”.

Your heart throbbed, a cruel sting slicing through the warmth you had woken up with. Every part of you screamed to stay calm, to tread carefully. But you couldn’t.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to push me away after everything that’s happened. I’m not something you can just use and discard because you’re too scared to admit what you fucking feel!”

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m trying to protect you,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He still wasn’t even looking at you.

You marched forward, your pulse quickening with frustration, your chest heaving. “Stop with that shit. I’m tired of you deciding what I deserve! I’m tired of you pretending this doesn’t matter.”

The air between you shifted, charged, seconds from shattering. Then, in a heartbeat, the tension snapped. He shoved off the doorframe, closing the distance in two quick strides.

“It matters too much, damn it! That’s the fucking problem.”

You instinctively stepped back, thrown by the force of his words, by the fire burning behind them. If it mattered, then why was he running? Why was he doing this?

You barely registered him walking away, the space between you growing colder with each passing second. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, a silent battle raging beneath his skin as he struggled to rein in his emotions. Or maybe—just maybe—you were grasping at hope, desperate to believe there was more to this. That he didn't want to completely break you apart.

“So what now?” you asked, your voice low, heavy with a bitterness that tasted sour on your tongue. “We just keep pretending like nothing happened?”

Law looked at you, and for a second, just a split second, there was a glimpse of something real in his eyes. Perhaps it was guilt. Possibly, it was regret. Maybe it was something way worse. Something darker than you were ready to deal with.

But whatever it was, it was short-lived.

“I’m moving out.”

Your heart sank. “Why?” The question came out softer than you intended, raw with emotion. “Why are you doing this?”

There was a pause. A hesitation. A crack in his resolve.

“You’ll be better off without me,” he finally said, his voice flat detached, as if he were reciting a fact rather than ripping your world apart.

You stared at him, your chest tightening under the weight of his words. And then something inside you snapped. Perhaps it was the quiet devastation in his tone, or more likely it was the anger surging through you like wildfire, refusing to be contained. But whatever it was, it was too much.

Anger flared inside you, hot and unrelenting. “You’re such an idiot!”

This time, you saw it—the slightest change in his expression. A flinch, so brief it was almost imperceptible. But then, just as quickly, his face smoothed back into that unreadable mask, shutting you out all over again.

He moved like a machine, methodical and distant, stuffing his bag as if he could pack away the last remnants of what you were. Books vanished from the coffee table. His hoodie disappeared from the sofa. He shrugged into his jacket with a finality that made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just his things he was taking—it was everything. Every moment, every whisper of warmth, every trace of a life that had once included you. And you could do nothing but stand there, watching as he dismantled what was left of anything you had built together.

“You think you can just walk away from this? Pretend like last night didn’t change everything?”

Law exhaled sharply, as if steadying himself before he spoke. “I never asked for this… I never wanted for things to get complicated.”

You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t that. A part of you had braced for an argument, a fight—anything but this. It was too cold. Too detached. 

“You never asked?” You laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You kissed me. You fucked me. And now you want to pretend like it was nothing?”

Silence. Only the ghost of a pained expression dancing across his face.

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Hands clenched at your sides, you struggled to keep your voice steady. “What the hell?” The bitterness cracked through, raw and unfiltered.“I’m standing here, trying to make sense of this, and you're just… shutting me out.”

“I should’ve moved out the second this turned into more.” His gaze was heavy, but he took a step back, as if the extra space could make this easier. “I should’ve stopped it before it got here. I should’ve left—before it wasn’t just about sharing space anymore.”

“So that’s it? You’re just going to walk away? Pretend none of this mattered? That it wasn’t real?”

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed locked on the floor, his jaw working as if he was holding back something else—something more, something deeper than he was willing to admit.

And then, at last, he looked up.

There it was. The emotion he'd been fighting so hard to bury. Regret? Desperation? You didn’t know.

But instead of words, all he gave you was silence. His fingers tightened around the strap of his bag, his gaze wavering away as he zipped it shut.

And somehow, that hurt more than anything he could have said.

“Stop being so fucking stubborn!” Your voice broke under the weight of your frustration. “You think this is what’s best? Running away?” 

The pain in your chest felt unbearable. How could he do this? How could he throw everything away so easily?

For a second, just a second, his hands faltered as he reached for his bag. But he recovered quickly, shaking his head. “This should have been done a long time ago.”

Tears blurred your vision as his words drove another dagger into your heart. You bit your lip, fighting against the sob building in your throat.

He stiffened.

“You’ll get over me.”

Your stomach twisted. Rage, heartbreak, disbelief—they all tangled together until you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Just stop running away! Stop being so damn stubborn and say something real for once, you idiot!” 

Your words were sincere, desperate—a plea for him to just stop, to acknowledge what you both felt.

Coldly, he replied, “Say what, exactly?”

 “Say you’re not leaving! Say you love me back!” 

The words burst out of you, your voice cracking as tears streamed freely down your cheeks. You clenched your fists, your teeth, every part of you, as if bracing for the pain of his response. “Say you’ll stop running away from your feelings!”

Silence.

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even look at you.

Your voice rose again, breaking under the strain of your emotions, the sobs you couldn’t suppress anymore. “Why are you running away? Why can’t you just tell me you love me, you idiot?! Stop giving excuses about what’s ‘for my own good’! Stop being a stubborn ass and let yourself be loved! Or just fucking tell me what the true problem is!”

Still, he remained silent, his expression locked in that same unreadable mask. But the conflict in his eyes told a different story.

He reached for his bags. The movement was slow, as if each action weighed heavily on him.

“You really have nothing to say?” Your voice was barely a whisper now.

Nothing.

Your chest ached. Your hands trembled.

“You’re such a coward,” you said, the final blow landing between you like a crack of thunder.

His shoulders tensed—a subtle shift, but you noticed it. You always noticed the small things about him—how his jaw clenched when he was lying, how he avoided eye contact when he was hurting. And right now, everything about him screamed that he was set on leaving.

You stood across from him, arms crossed, as a way to hold yourself together. You knew what you should do. You should throw the door wide open, shove him out with all his baggage—emotional too—and every excuse. Keep your pride intact. Your mind understood that. It knew you deserved more than this. Better than him.

But your heart was a fool. A fragile, trembling thing that hadn’t yet learned to stop caring. It was desperate not to feel pain.

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

You hated yourself for begging. For letting him see you unravel. You hated not feeling like you’re able to handle another person leaving. You would much rather have him as a ghost than to lose him completely. 

For a moment, you thought he might change his mind. That your desperation touched him, that he might finally say what he truly felt and what the true issue was.

Instead, his voice came cold—a shield against the war raging inside him. “It’s for the best. You’ll get over me.” He paused, the smallest sign of doubt betraying him. Then, so softly, you almost missed it—

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

A fleeting, pained look.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the door. And out of your life.

[yellowwwcrayon]

I am back with another yap about my terms and conditions AU!! Somehow I ended up diving into the backstory of Recruiter and In-ho. Haha 😂😂

So what will happen in chapter 1? In-ho is surrounded by player files and they don’t have 456 players yet and they always have the same amount of players (maybe it was Il-nam’s favourite number, maybe that was just the amount of players for the first game and they stuck with it)

And he picks up the phone to call the Recruiter (Seok-woo, duh) ‘cause they’re besties and they have known each other for a long time. Like Seok-woo was a worker during In-ho’s games, then In-ho joined them the next year as the Front Man but he had to earn his position!! The plan was already in motion, but In-ho still had to work his way to the top while being trained by Il-nam. So they’ve known each other, they worked together and now they’re basically besties!! hehe 👀

So now In-ho is complaining to Seok-woo and reprimanding him for not getting enough players and Seok-woo just laughs and is like “bitch, you have no idea what it’s like interaction with these lowlifes up close!”

No scrap that! I am sitting in class and I’m bored… you’re getting a scene! The conversation will probably change and be even more bitch-y but that’s the first draft 👀:

The office was too quiet.

Stacks of player files cluttered the desk, the couch, the floor – an overwhelming wall of human misery in neat manila folders. Age, debt, addiction, failure. Hundreds of faces, all bleary-eyed and desperate. And yet, not enough of them.

In-ho rubbed his temple with the side of his hand, jaw tight.

They were short. The Games were set to start in six days and they only had 414 confirmed players. Every year, it had to be 456. Tradition, symbolism, balance – whatever reason Il-nam had whispered behind his grinning teeth, it had stuck. And now In-ho had a problem. A numbers problem.

He reached for the phone on his desk and hit speed dial, fingers drumming the desk as it rang.

“Pick up,” he muttered. “I swear to God, Seok-woo –”

After two rings, the line clicked.

“You miss me or something?” came the voice on the other end, smug and tired. “If this isn’t about my bonus, I’m hanging up.”

In-ho didn’t rise to the bait, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re forty-two players short.”

“So dramatic. Just say hi like a normal person.”

In-ho’s eye twitched.

He could hear the smirk through the phone. He could also picture it – head tilted, lounging in his bed like he had nothing to do but run his mouth. He always looked like a delinquent who found a loophole in adulthood and dared anyone to stop him.

“You had a week. The Games start in six days. Why am I still forty-two short?”

“Because I’m not God, boss. I can’t just snap my fingers and create more dumbasses.”

In-ho took a slow breath. “You’ve had a week.”

“I know. I’ve been slapping desperate losers nonstop. One guy asked if the ddakji counted as foreplay.”

Silence.

“Which, frankly, was insulting. I put effort into my technique.”

In-ho stared at the wall like it might offer him peace. “Seok-woo. Focus.”

“Okay. Here’s me focusing: maybe – just maybe – the economy’s gotten so bad that people are too broke to even dream about 45 billion won. We’ve bottomed out. All that’s left are the ones who know they’ll die either way.”

“That’s not my problem. I need full numbers.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Seok-woo snapped. “Would you like me to wring forty-two willing bodies out of thin air? Or would you prefer I go back in time and breed a more desperate generation of failures for your entertainment?”

A beat.

“Actually,” he added thoughtfully, “that could be fun.”

God help him. If In-ho strangled him now, Il-nam would make him train the next one… he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re the best recruiter we have.”

“Obviously.”

“Then act like it.”

“Oh, please.” Seok-woo’s voice sharpened. “You sit in your little tower watching through cameras while I’m out here convincing grown men to let me slap them in a subway. One of them tried to bite me yesterday.”

“You should’ve hit harder.”

“You should try doing this job with your own two hands before you start criticizing, Front Man.”

In-ho inhaled through his nose and exhaled through clenched teeth. A technique he learned from his therapist. Before he stopped going.

“In fact,” Seok-woo added sweetly, “go ahead. Go put on a nice suit, brush the dust off your people skills, and get on the subway. Let’s see how long you last before you stab someone. You have no idea what it’s like interacting with these lowlifes up close.”

In-ho stood. “Fine.”

“Wait, what.”

“You’re right. Clearly I need to remind myself how the real world smells.” He grabbed his coat, his case, and the custom ddakji tiles with the red stitching. “You’ve inspired me.”

“No. No, hyung, you don’t do fieldwork. You do scary phone calls and ominous corridors. You are not allowed to be hot and feral and hands-on. That’s my lane.”

“I’m going recruiting.”

“You’re going to traumatize some poor man and then fuck him just to win.”

In-ho’s fingers flexed around the receiver. He hated that he couldn’t tell if it was an insult or a dare.

Seok-woo paused.

“...Wait. Is this because I said he looked better in the suit than you? Be honest.”

In-ho hung up. He stepped into the elevator, already dialing security.

Outside, the city pulsed beneath the neon glow. Somewhere out there, forty-two miserable people were still choosing between starvation and survival.

And In-ho?

He was going to make them choose faster.

Then In-ho goes out and finds Gi-hun sulking on a bench 👀 okay class is over, gotta go home now and pretend to study for my exam on Thursday 😂😂

I am vibrating on the tiny stool I am sat on. Like the goodest boy 😭 this is delicious. I am fed and watered. Moisturized for work on a horrible Monday. This is amazing and I want to read more!!

(also, that freaky little man goes to therapy?? Why is it not working? Is it the masked officer pretending to be a real professional therapist? Imagine Inho lying on that couch venting to the man. Officer probably rolls his eyes so hard he pulls a muscle in his head)

[nosferatuix]

Oh my god I love all of your thoughts about Geto and Atsushi Sakurai ahhh. Geto's parents must have been so happy and relieved when he went off to that "religious school" and was the happiest they'd ever heard from him. Do you think he brought his friends home to meet them.

(edit: I AM JUST NOW NOTICING I FORGOT TO POST THIS AND HAVE BEEN KEEPING THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR GOD KNOW HOW LONG. I'M SO SORRY ANON. I SERIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS HAPPENED.)

yeeees i totally think he did! it's canon now that he was excited to come to jjtech and even called his mom while unpacking, so i definitely see him telling her about the friends he's made. and i hc him as someone from a farming-dominated countryside city, maybe somewhere like ibaraki, so i think once he heard satoru expressing interest in wanting to see the countryside and all that natural jazz & shoko reluctantly backing him up by saying something about never getting to have a break from the crowds of the city, he probably planned out a weekend getaway to take his friends to his hometown. i used to think this was just a sashisu trip, but seeing the new hidden inventory movie pics, specifically the one where they're all sat around a table in what looks like somebody's dining room, hainana might've been included as well.

but nevertheless, there are countless pictures of this Weekend at Geto's. pictures of satoru chasing after & holding chickens up in his hands with the stupidest brightest smile ever on his face and one of suguru's mom's wide hats on his head to protect him from the sun, shoko helping suguru's dad out with the saplings and cleaning out the harmful weeds from fields, suguru running after the both of them with a bottle of sunscreen at hand because he doesn't want to deal with their whining about possible sunburns, suguru pointing his finger and laughing at satoru for taking a wrong step and accidentally sinking down to one of his knees in the mud, then shoko pushing suguru towards satoru so they're both in the said mud and laughing her ass off at the scenery at hand. a game of mahjong continuing late into the night, them circling the dining table with suguru's mom and dad being extremely competitive at the game and absolutely demolishing the three kids. his mom walking stsk through suguru's baby pictures as he flushes into a deep cherry red in the face because they make fun of fat babyguru in ways that his mother wouldn't even realize are jokes because their insults are separated from jokes by such a thin veil that not even suguru can tell whether or not they actually find him cute lol what a bunch of assholes

i have a feeling that some part of them grieved suguru's parents just as much as they grieved suguru

[chan-hvgs]

The photos above are not mine! They're from pinterest and belong to their rightful owners.

Ship(s)/Characters: (Husband!)Bang Chan x(Gn!)Reader

Word count: 540

CW:  Fluffffff, Sorry if the curly hair routine is wrong or off, I personally have wavy hair so I hope it’s not too inaccurate! I tried to do my research.

Summary:  After listening to your pleas about his hair, Chan asks for your help to revive it.

You walk into the apartment you share with Chan, stretching out and taking off your shoes. It was a little past 7pm so you were shocked when you noticed light spilling from under the bathroom door connected to your bedroom. Peaking your head in, you saw your husband, Chan, standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a robe, his hair damp and curling loosely at the ends. He looked over at you, relieved when he saw your face. “Hey baby… I got gifted some hair products from someone at the company, and since my hair is longer and hasn't been dyed in a while I thought I’d try it out.” His smile is a little sheepish as he scratches the back of his neck. “But– I don’t really get it. Can you help?” You chuckle softly, walking toward him and meeting his gaze in the mirror with a smile.  “yeah, I’ll teach you honey” 

The counter is cluttered with bottles and jars, some with instructions in tiny print, others half-opened already. Getting to work, you find a leave-in conditioner and warm it between your palms before gently working it into his hair, your fingers moving in slow circles at his scalp. “How was your day?” You ask softly, focused on the task” You’re home early” He smiled, shrugging with an exhale through his nose. “Could’ve been better. Just… exhausting” You sigh, nodding “I’m sorry love” He just shook his head, leaning into your touch as you massage his scalp. “It’s fine” He whispers  “Nothing I’m not used to. It just feels like there’s never enough time lately — like I’m always behind.” You nod sadly, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “You’re doing your best, and that’s more than enough” He leans into your touch without hesitation, and the weight on his shoulders seems to ease slightly. You gently comb through his hair, watching as the curls start to bounce back — not perfect, but not a lost cause either. The two of you fell into a casual conversation as you sectioned his hair. He told you about comeback plans and funny things his members talked about and did that day. You scrunched a curl cream into the dark locs and finished with mousse as you started to diffuse his curls, carefully lifting sections and letting the warm air do its work. His body visibly relaxes — muscles falling, tension melting under your hands and the steady rhythm of your routine. He continues to let out his thoughts, good and bad,  the feeling of your hands in his hair encouraging him to let the weight on his chest off. You watch his hair coil up with a smile on your face, gosh how you've waited for this. Once you started massaging a hair oil into the damaged hair  his hands went up to touch it, as if he was shocked his hair could feel so good.Then, without warning, he spun around and wrapped his arms around you, smiling into your neck. “Thank you baby… So much” You smiled, stroking his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his temple “of course, you know I’d do it anytime” He holds you a beat longer,

“I’ll have to take you up on that”

(A/N: hi!! finally a Bang Chan x reader! I’ve been meaning to write one for so long and this one has been in the drafts for a while so I hope you all like it! As always feel free to leave a request, I hope you’re all taking care of yourself! Eat a nice meal and drink some water, you are loved! See you next time! love y’all! -🐝)

[storytimewithanonwriter]

🕸️ The Best Love Story Ever Written

TASM! Peter x Wife!Reader

Hello! Found another draft… this one has a lot. I what happens after this moment. I could make it a series. Just not sure if there is a want for it. Let me know if y’all want the rest. There’s an injury and hospital in this fic as well…. I guess I was in my Grey’s Anatomy era lol

- K

His voice was hoarse. He’d been speaking so long he wasn’t sure he could stop even if he wanted to.

Maybe he didn’t want to.

Because once he stopped, he’d have to think about how close he’d come to losing everything.

He cleared his throat, rubbing his thumb over his palm like he could ground himself in the rhythm of it.

“I guess…I should start at the beginning,” he said, voice low.

The very beginning.

It was pouring.

Not the gentle kind of rain that made the city look pretty, but the relentless, sideways sheets that turned umbrellas inside out and flooded every gutter.

He was late. Again.

And he knew, without even checking the clock, that she’d have something to say about that.

Peter swung down from a fire escape, landing in a puddle that soaked his ankles straight through his beat-up sneakers. His mask was still tucked in his pocket, and he probably looked like he’d been mugged.

He caught sight of her standing under a tiny awning, glaring at her phone like it had personally betrayed her.

Her friend Maven , the one with the bright pink streak in her raven hair and the louder mouth, was beside her, rambling something about online dating.

“…I’m just saying,” Maven was insisting, “if he doesn’t show up in five minutes, you’re letting me set you up with that EMT.”

She shoved her phone deeper into her coat pocket, rain dripping off her eyelashes.

“Mav , I swear, if you try to—”

And then she looked up.

Right at him.

And even in the rain, with her hair plastered to her cheeks and her friend in mid-rant, she smiled.

Like she was relieved.

Like maybe she’d been waiting for him all along.

⸻

His hand flexed where it rested on something soft—something small.

He kept going.

“She always said I’m dramatic,” he murmured. “But you have to understand—when she smiled like that…everything else just stopped.”

He let out a breath that trembled a little.

“She looked at me and asked, ‘What happened to you?’ And I said—”

⸻

“What happened to you?” she demanded, eyebrows lifting.

Peter ran a hand through his soaked hair.

“Uh…rain?”

Maven made a strangled noise.

“Rain?” she repeated. “Did the rain beat you up and steal your wallet?”

He felt heat creep up his neck.

“…Sort of.”

Her mouth twitched, trying not to laugh.

“You’re late.”

“I know,” he admitted, feeling sheepish. “But I’m here now.”

And even though Maven rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful, she stepped away leaving them space to short out whatever was happening between them.

⸻

He swallowed, fighting the tightness in his chest.

“She had every reason to walk away,” he said. “She could’ve gone home. Let someone else in. But she didn’t.”

His voice softened.

“That’s the first thing you should know about her. She never gives up. Not on people . Not when things look tough . She keeps going. She keeps trying.”

⸻

A week later, he was early. Ridiculously early. He sat in a cracked red booth, bouncing his leg and checking the door every thirty seconds.

When she finally walked in, she looked nervous in a way that made something warm bloom in his chest.

She slid into the booth across from him, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he breathed.

“You look…less drowned.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I clean up okay.”

The waitress came by. She ordered pancakes and hot chocolate. He ordered coffee . He was too nervous for anything else.

For the first twenty minutes, they were both so awkward that she knocked over her water glass twice, and he forgot what day it was when she asked.

But by the time the plates were empty, he felt something settle in his chest. Something he hadn’t let himself feel since Uncle Ben died.

Hope.

⸻

A little movement beside him made his breath hitch.

He paused, feeling the soft rise and fall under his hand.

“You know,” he whispered, “I almost didn’t call her after that night. I thought she deserved someone normal. Someone who didn’t have… baggage. ”

His throat tightened.

“But I’m selfish. I wanted more time with her. And every day since then, I’ve been glad I was.”

⸻

He came through her window at 3 a.m., bleeding.

It was closer than his place. He’d meant to leave again before she woke up. He’d meant to keep her out of this part of his life.

But he tripped on her bookshelf.

And she bolted upright, flipped on the light, and stared at him—half in costume, mask pulled back, trying to look casual as he dripped blood on her rug.

“…Peter?” she croaked.

He froze.

“…Hi.”

“Hi?” she echoed, voice climbing an octave. “Hi? You are Spider-Man? ….all those times you were late or missing or distracted? My…My Birthday?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.

“Peter, you’re bleeding.”

She did blink an eye . Got out of bed and began to bandage him up. Made him hot tea , handed much needed Advil, and lead him to bed . She curled in to bed next to him , placed a delicate kiss to his brow , and placed a hand on his chest as she drifted back to sleep.

⸻

He laughed softly at the memory, the sound a little watery.

“She didn’t scream,” he said, shaking his head. “She just started swearing and helped me”

His smile faded.

“She has never looked at me like I was a monster. Not once.”

His voice grew softer.

“She makes everything feel…possible,” he whispered. “Even the parts that scared me.”

He finally looked down.

At the two tiny faces wrapped in soft blankets.

At her still form in the hospital bed, monitors beeping steady and reassuring.

“I guess…I should tell you,” he whispered to them. “Your mom…she’s the bravest person I’ve ever known. And she’s fighting to come back to us right now.”

His thumb brushed a tiny cheek.

“So while we wait…I’m going to keep telling you how it all began.”

He looked at her, voice breaking but full of quiet faith.

“Because this is the best love story ever written. And it’s not over.”

[scribbles-here]

Sweeter Than Chocolate

You decide to try a game with Cove with a familiar sweet treat; pocky.

tags: established relationship, step 3 Cove, fluff bc we all need a little bit of love

pairings: Cove Holden x F! Reader

note: this has been sitting in the drafts for WAYYY TOO LONGGG and I totally forgot about it also shout out to my friend on discord who didn't know I was scribbles-here and loved my work, this one's for you (´°ω°`)

Now matter how long you and Cove have been together; he has and will always be shy to kiss you first.

Don’t get him wrong! He loves kissing you! It’s just... with how close you are, how your perfume invades his nose, the shampoo you use mixing in, your warm chest pressing against his as you wrap your arms around Cove’s shoulders. 

It’s heaven for him. 

“Cove!” You shout, giving the boy’s front door a few firm knocks. “I bought something, and I want to try it with you!” 

Waiting, you heard the thumps against the wooden floor come closer and closer to the door. Cove opens swings open the door with a surprised expression written on his face. 

“(Name)? Did something happen?” Cove questioned in a concerned tone, quickly darting towards you, ocean blue eyes scanning you from head to toe for any injuries.

You giggle. He can be so cute sometimes but right now, you cannot wait any longer to ask him something.  Cove’s expression turns into a relieved smile once he realizes nothing bad happened to you. 

Noticing the plastic bag you were holding, his expression turns curious, tilting his head to the side to try and peak inside. "What did you buy?"

Hiding the bag out of your boyfriend's view, you walk inside his home, Cove trailing behind you, and set the bag of goodies on his kitchen table.

Watching you carefully take out the items and placing them in front of you, Cove grabs the box. "Pocky?" He read out loud, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Yeah, have you tried them before?" You questioned, grabbing a chair and taking a seat in front of Cove. He copies you, settling his chair next to yours, knees touching.

"No, but I've seen them in stores." He shrugged, placing the treats back down. "Never got the chance to try them."

Beaming at this, you place your hands on Cove's knees and lean forward, noses grazing. Cove flinches at the closeness, cheeks turning into a nice shade of red. "Well today's your lucky day because we are going to be playing a game with this."

"A game?"

You nod, opening the packaging and pulling out a biscuit. "Yup, a totally easy game."

Crossing his arms, intrigued at the information. "Sounds... interesting. How do you play?"

"First we each hold onto the end of this pocky," gesturing to the pocky stick to which Cove nods. "Then we each get a turn to take a bite; whoever backs out loses."

Cove nods at your explanation, eyeing the biscuit. "Sounds easy enough."

"Great! Let's start!" You placed one end in your mouth, leaning forward for Cove to do the same. Cheeks burning, Cove leans forward and hesitantly bites down on the other end.

Cove watches you take a bite, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.

Taking a bite, Cove has a thought. Wait, if we keep taking bites and don't back down, eventually we're gonna... Oh my god!

Zoning back to reality, Cove notices how close you both were. A small whimper leaving his lips, cheeks burning red. He blinks rapidly, but he's too late to stop himself. He takes the last bite and locks lips with yours.

Shutting your eyes, you lean into the kiss, reaching over to grasp Cove's hands in yours. Squeezing them, Cove relaxes his shoulders and flutters his eyes close, thumb rubbing your knuckles.

Pulling away from each other, you gauge at his red and flushed face, biting your lip to hide a smile growing on your face. Cove pouts, rolling his eyes at your reaction to his internal freak out.

After sitting in silence, Cove was the one to speak up.

"So, I won."

You gasped. "Yeah, no, I obviously won."

Cove scoffs, throwing you a smug look. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Retry; winner picks where our next date is."

Snatching the pocky at the speed of lightning, you place a biscuit in your mouth. "YOU'RE SO ON!"

My tip jar! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[dreamingofep]

One Short Day ✨🤍🎆

Prompt: Elvis surprises with a trip to the happiest place on earth 🏰✨

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hi there! 👋🏻 I’ve had this one in the drafts unfinished for sooooooo long but I finally finished it! I thought this was super cute! Just cute and fluffy🤭 Now I want to go to Disneyland for my birthday 🤍

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You were curled up on his chest, stirring from your restful sleep. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. One arm resting around your waist and the other playing with your hair, softly caressing you. You feel him kiss your head and hum contently.

“Time to wake up darlin’. Happy birthday,” his deep, gruff voice coos in your ear.

You grunt in protest, not wanting to leave your bed.

“Five minutes please,” you grumble, holding onto tighter.

He hums amused and rubs your back softly.

“I have to spoil my girl on her birthday. And that requires her to get out of my bed,” he teases.

“You could keep me in this bed, I wouldn’t mind,” you chuckle.

“Ohh I bet you’d love that, but I have somewhere to take you. So I need you to get dressed and get ready for your day.”

You finally flutter your eyes open and tilt your head back to look at him. God, he was gorgeous. Even first thing in the morning, he was perfect. His hair was tousled by his sleep and fell across his forehead in the most attractive way. His beautiful blue eyes were still heavy with sleep but looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

“Where are we going?” You prod.

“I want to keep it a surprise. Just put something on and we’ll go,” he says kissing your forehead. You close your eyes and relish the way he makes you feel. He was always so soft and loving with you.

“Okay, I’ll get ready.”

You sifted through your closet here at the Bel Air house. You loved this house. It was the epitome of California living. It was high up on this hill out looking all of Los Angeles. It was so quiet and peaceful up here. Elvis brought you out here since he has a month free after shooting his latest film. You were so excited to spend some quality time with him.

Today was your twenty-sixth birthday, and there was no one else you wanted to spend your day with but Elvis. You didn’t have the faintest clue where he was taking you. You didn’t know if it was driving distance or if you were going to get on a plane and be in a different state in a few hours. Either way, you were excited to spend it with him. You decided to wear a cute powder blue sundress, your favorite color. You added some mesh white gloves and a cute little clutch to complete the outfit.

You met Elvis in the living room and of course, he looked dashing. He wore black pants and a pale blue button-up too. He has the cutest smile on his face when he sees you strut in.

“Oh look at you! Lookin’ beautiful darlin’. Seems like we had the same idea of wearin’ blue,” he quips, pulling you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his torso and snicker at him.

“I love blue on you. It brings out your eyes,” you say lovingly.

“It looks even better on you honey. So beautiful,” he hums, placing the softest kiss on your lips.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

*

Elvis had a lot of nice cars but this Cadillac was your favorite. The white leather seats felt like ultimate luxury and the hum of the motor roared when it was on the freeway. Elvis drove and you sat on the passenger side with your hand intertwined with his on his lap. He’d gently rub the back of your hand with his thumb and occasionally look over at you.

You weren’t in California very often and were in awe of the buildings and the beautiful blue skies with palm trees as far as the eye can see. You were getting excited to see where he was taking you. You squeezed his hand tightly and he looked over at you.

“Can I have a hint where we’re going?” You say excitedly.

“Nope,” he says with a smile on his face, shaking his head.

“Ugh, please! Just one hint,” you tell him.

“Then it’ll ruin the surprise!”

“Are we almost there then?” You ask.

“Mmm… almost. Probably another half hour.”

You let some silence lull between you two and lean your head on his arm.

“Have I ever been here before?”

“You don’t quit do you,” he teases, “No, you’ve never been here, but it’s somewhere you’ve always wanted to go and never stop talking about.”

You look at him cautiously, not sure if he’s joking. There’s one place you’ve been dying to go but haven’t had the time to do it.

“Okay don’t mess around, I know it’s not Disneyland.” You say nonchalantly.

He looks over at you and has the biggest smile on his face. You gasp, shocked by the look on his face.

“Wait, are you serious!? Oh my gosh, Elvis really?” You say excitedly.

“Yes! So much for the surprise but yes, I needed to take you for your birthday.”

“Oh my god Elvis! I’m so happy! Thank you I can’t believe it. This is amazing!” You say overjoyed. You lean over and place a kiss on his cheek. He still had a big smile on your face, happy to see your reaction to it all.

Something sparked your concern though. It was something that kind of made you hesitate to ask him to take you in the first place.

“Elvis… the crowds… I don’t want it to be too overwhelming with people coming up to you.”

“I don’t mind darlin’. As long as I’m with you, nothing is going to bother me. It’s your day, I want you to have the most fun.”

Your heart filled with joy and you squeezed his hand tight again.

*

You both got to the main gates and feel so giddy. You see the Mickey Mouse silhouette in the flowers just outside the main entrance. Elvis brought a Polaroid camera and snapped a picture of you in front of the flowers. He grabbed your hand and took you down the cobblestone Main Street.

“You tell me where you want to go,” he says sweetly.

“Ahh everywhere! I need to go on every ride!” You say excitedly.

“Of course honey, where do you want to start?”

You pull him quickly to the first ride you see; The Jungle Cruise ride. Every single thing was amazing to you. You have never been so happy getting to walk through Disneyland with Elvis. A few people came up to him to ask for his autograph but he didn’t mind it. Most everyone else left him alone as you walked around the park together.

Seeing Sleeping Beauty’s castle as you walked down Main Street made you feel like an awestruck girl. It was huge and so beautifully decorated from the outside. Elvis took a photo of you in front of it and someone was kind enough to take a picture of both of you in front of it. It was the most fun you’ve had in the longest time. He made it known that it was your birthday so every shop and restaurant you two stopped in, he made sure they gave you the five-star treatment.

You were given the cutest sash that said, ‘it’s my birthday,’ on it, and were offered a tiara too. You couldn’t refuse feeling like a princess for a day. On a normal day, you would have hated the extra attention, but it was your birthday and this was so sweet of him to do. Everywhere you went in the park was filled with the kindest people and made you feel so special. Elvis rode every ride with you, even the teacups. He looked like he was having a great time too and that made you even happier.

As the day wound down and the stars were shining bright, he brought you back to the front of the castle. He stood behind you and held you tightly.

“How’s my beautiful queen?” He asks sweetly in your ear, adjusting the tiara on your head.

“Oh quite well, I suppose,” you say teasingly and turn around to face him.

“This was the best day I’ve ever had, thank you for taking me.”

“Good darlin’, I wanted to make it extra special,” he smiles, leaning down to give you a soft, tender kiss on your lips.

“Anywhere with you is perfect.” You hum. “What are we standing here for?”

His face lights up in surprise, “Oh you don’t know? Oh you’re in for a treat,” he says giddy.

He turns you around to face the castle. Suddenly the lights illuminating the castle dim and music roars. A flash of light hurls to the sky and explodes in a red fiery boom. You take in a breath, in awe of what you’re seeing. These were the most spectacular and beautiful fireworks you’ve ever seen.

Another flash of light rockets to the sky and green flecks of light dance in the sky. The sound of people’s oohs and awes surrounded you both by the beautiful sight. It couldn’t have been better than this. His hands were wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as the fireworks show continued. You would never forget this.

You twisted your body around and looked up at him, the sweetest smile lighting up his face.

“I love you,” you say over the crackle of the fireworks.

He looks down at you, and the sparkle of the green light sparkles in his eyes. He puts his hand on your cheek and gently pulls you closer to him.

“I love you, honey.” He leans down and kisses you soft and slow as fireworks explode behind you and in your heart for him.

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[toasttt11]

not

May 11, 2025

Allison walked through the front door heading to the front stand, “Hischier.” Allison spoke and was brought to a table.

“Gansli!” Nico looked up and beamed as he quickly stood up pulling her into the tightest hug.

Allison laughed hugging him just as tightly back, “Hi Neeks.” Allison has gotten used to seeing Nico every single day the last few months that it has been odd not seeing him the last few weeks.

Nico squeezed her once more before they let go of each other and Timo quickly pushed Nico out of the way hugging Allison, “My rookie!” Timo grumbled sounding happy as he squeezed her so tightly.

“Still my rookie.” Nico rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“Not a rookie anymore.” Allison spoke up making Nico and Timo pause and just stare at her.

“Yeah no.” Timo immediately spoke squeezing her again before eventually letting her go.

“You will always be my rookie.” Nico said firmly.

“Can i hug Sticks now?” Jonas said amused looking at Nico and Timo making Allison laugh and step closer to Jonas getting pulled into a hug.

Nico grabbed Allison gently once she stopped hugging Jonas and pulled her into the open chair next to making Timo give him a look before sitting down across from her.

Allison let Nico order all the food as he knows all the traditional local food and knew what is good or not.

Allison would be playing against Switzerland tomorrow meaning playing against Nico, Timo and Jonas. Both teams were free today and that’s why they planned to get lunch together today before the game tomorrow.

Allison was listening to all of their summer plans especially with Jonas’s upcoming wedding.

“What about you Sticks?” Jonas asked her.

Allison rubbed her jaw thinking, “Nothing too exciting, heading to Michigan after worlds and then Boston and Jersey for most of June.”

“July will be pretty free so i’ll probably do some small trips or just stay home for a bit doing nothing.” Allison said honestly, she’s had a long year and was fine with a bit of boring offseason just relaxing.

“You going out to the draft?” Timo asked curiously knowing she has friends apart of the draft.

Allison nodded, “Mhm.” She wants to be there for James even if right now things are off and he probably thinks she is not coming.

“You could come to home?” Timo offered looking excited to have her come to Switzerland.

Nico quickly nodded loving the idea and knew his family would love it too.

“I have been before but i didn’t see too much.” Allison looked at Timo and Jonas as Nico already knows this as he made her a list of things to go see with the time she had, “But i will definitely come back just probably not this year.”

“Fine but you will get out here.” Timo gave her a fake scowl.

“Promise.” Allison smiled a bit having a feeling she knew where she would be going during the next off season.

“Now who’s the mystery girl?” Allison turned to Timo with a mischievous smile having seen a glimmer of someone on his private stories.

Nico laughed loudly at her question patting her back proudly as Timo scowled.

Allison grinned even more.

May 12, 2025

Allison stepped onto the ice and shook her head seeing Timo already at the end of his bench close to her bench waiting for her.

Allison skated over to Timo as Nico skated over to her and she started laughing as Timo grinned before started to warm up with her.

“I don’t think we are supposed to warm up together.” Allison said through her laughter as she passed back to Timo.

“So?” Timo raised an eyebrow as he passed to Nico, “Your still my teammate.” Timo just shrugged with a mischievous grin.

“That is not how it works.” Nico said sighing as he covered his face with a glove but did start snickering a bit.

“Sure it is.” Timo shrugged again not caring at the odd looks they were getting for standing at the line and passing with each other even though they were obviously on different teams.

“Good luck Goose.” Nico shook her head gently as warms up was finished.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you rookie.” Timo lifted his chin up with a serious look but a small grin. He would go a bit easier on her because she is his teammate and he would never try to crush her into the boards.

“I won’t.” Allison lifted her chin up back with a small smirk.

Timo just reached out rubbing his glove over her bubble shield before skating away with Nico.

“And she comes back after ditching us.” Zeev scoffed dramatically as she sat back down on the bench in between Will and Zeev.

“Is he being a drama queen?” Allison asked Will ignoring Zeev.

“As always.” Will nodded and grinned at the loud protests Zeev left out.

Allison let out an amused breath turning back to the ice as the game started.

It was weird to go from playing on a line with Nico barely a few weeks ago to doing face offs against him but she adapted pretty quick.

She is more used to playing against Jonas because of practice and he was the easiest for her to play against even though he is just hard to play against in general.

Timo was a being a little pest and gently nudging her when they are on the ice together and gently hitting her stick away with his own stick.

Allison could feel Nico keeping a close eye on her and it made her feel a bit warm realizing Nico thought she was who he needed to keep a close eye on during the game.

US didn’t end up scoring at all and lost 0-3 against Switzerland.

Allison let out amused a breath as Timo was herding her towards her bench after the game, “Come on get to your bench baby devil.” Timo gave her shin a small tap before she stepped onto the bench.

“Good game.” Timo patted her head before bonking their helmets together and letting her head down the tunnel.

[chrystal-ink]

Wherehog! Shadow x GN reader

Carried

Description: Shadow carries you down the mountain after reuniting with you, after a heated discussion and some apologies you can’t help but burry yourself in his newly formed fluff Warnings: Fluff (literally), a little bit of angst. Notes: so this fic has been in my drafts since February lol. the plot changed a lot from where I originally started it but I like it a bit more this way, it's kind of a sequel to the mini fic I did but with a touch more angst (and also no proposal sorry) -Enjoy

Night fell as you trudged your way down the mountain your mutated boyfriend in tow behind you as the snow began to fall heavier than before.

The cold began to sneak it's way beneath the layers of your coat chilling you to the bone. You shivered reminding yourself that it was only a few more miles to camp, once you made it you would be able to warm yourself up again, and maybe get a nap, you hadn't slept well since Shadow ran away a few weeks ago. you now knowing his reason.

A part of you was bothered about the situation, not because of Shadow's transformation, in all honesty his current form was the least of your concerns. What bothered you was the fact that he went so far to hide it from you.

It wasn't like Shadow to run away from anything, being fearless was kind of his thing. Was he worried about you're reaction? Did he honestly think that you wouldn't love him if his physical appearance changed?

caught up in your thoughts you failed to see the small creek you were about to step into. the icy water splashed everywhere seeping into your boots completely soaking your socks.

"Damnit" You hissed the cold stinging your already tired feet.

"Are you alright?" Shadow asked his rough voice full of concern.

"yah" you sighed "I'm fine, I just didn't see the creek and now my socks are wet."

Shadow gave you a look of concern which you quickly brushed off.

"It's fine, it's only an hour down the mountain I can change my socks once we get to camp."

"No, You'll freeze before then, let me carry you."

"What? No, Shadow you don't have to do that. I'll be fine"

"It's not a problem, I'm stronger in this form it won't take much energy."

"I can walk just fine" you were getting agitated you continued walking each step you took felt like needles. you winced at the pain hoping that Shadow didn't hear.

"You're being stubborn let me-"

"Oh I'm being stubborn? That's rich coming from someone who just spent a month hiding in the freaking mountains just because he didn't want his partner to see him like this." You snapped, all the frustration and panic from the past month finally rising to the surface.

Shadow was taken aback by your outburst, normally you would jump at the opportunity for physical touch, especially after a long period away from each other.

"I mean do you think I'd be so shallow to care what you looked like? I wouldn't have cared if you came home looking like a trout so long as you came home to me. I spent so long waiting for you I was worried sick." tears prickled at your eyes "I was scared, What if something happened to you?" you took a deep breath collecting your thoughts. "I don't care if you have claws, or wings, or whatever else. I care about you we can figure out the other stuff together but please don't leave me alone like that."

Shadow took a moment to absorb your words his face went through several emotions from anger, to shame, to something else you couldn't quite place before returning to his stoic demeanor.

"I didn't want to hurt you" he admitted quietly.

"What?"

"In this form everything is heightened, my scenes, my emotions" he paused for a moment not wanting to admit the last part "My desires. I couldn't risk hurting you if I got out of control"

you looked up at your boyfriend sincerity in his eyes.

"I need to protect you at all costs, you're all I have."

Shadow moved gently towards you reaching his hand out.

"You're shivering, please, let me help."

As upset with him as you were, you had to admit he was right. With your clothes soaked through you were at risk for hypothermia. Shadow could get you to camp much faster than if you had kept walking. "Fine, but this conversation is not over."

Shadow smiled at you softly before gently scooping you into his arms.

it was only then when you truly realized the difference in size between the two of you now. he carried you like a princess with ease, his arms almost the size of your head. He probably could have carried you with one arm if he really wanted to, although you were grateful he didn’t.

With his new size you almost felt like a child however any concerns on that matter were quickly brushed aside the moment you made contact with his new fuller fur. it was warm and oh so soft against your cheek. It helped fight the chill of the night which you were grateful for.

you resisted the urge to submerge your face in it, you could tell from the small taste you had that it would be hard to remove yourself from him once you went in, and there was still so much to talk about.

“So how exactly did this happen?”

“From my understanding this is what happens when dark energy is absorbed from the chaos emeralds. It happened to Sonic once but he didn’t tell me how to undo it.”

“Did it hurt, when you, you know?”

“At first yes, but I’ve gotten used to it. I return to normal during the day.”

You nodded at his answer your worry still unresolved.

“Why didn’t you try to contact me or the others? We could have helped. You could have at least told me about what happened and why you weren’t coming home.”

“I lost my communicator when I first transformed, I went to a village to try to find a new one but my efforts were wasted, it was abandoned."

You huffed in frustration. silence drawing between the two of you only the crunch of snow beneath Shadow's feet could be heard.

"I'm sorry." he admitted "I didn't mean to neglect you the way I did, In my determination to protect you it seems I only hurt you more."

His words struck you, it was incredibly rare for Shadow to apologize outright. he would admit that he was wrong sure but for him to actually say the words I’m sorry was a rarity he saved for only when he truly and deeply meant it.

You looked up at Shadow reaching out to stroke his cheek he leaned into your touch. You didn’t see his sharpened teeth or his wild eyes, you just saw him, plain and simple.

“You and I are partners Shadow, I need to know if you’re safe. I care about what happens to you even if it’s unpleasant I want to be there.”

“I know, I just couldn’t handle it if something happened to you and it was my fault.”

“You would never hurt me on purpose, I know that.”

“What if I lose control?”

“Well you haven’t so far. We’ll figure it out Shadow I promise.”

Shadow smiled at you and after a moment pulled you in closer you giggled as his fluff tickled your nose. you finally gave into temptation and buried your face in his fluff. his scent was different then you remembered smelling more of pine and sweat rather than the usual lavender notes you were used to, it wasn't an unwelcome change however.

"Do you enjoy that?" he asked playfully

"yes" you admitted removing yourself from the soft oasis. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

you smiled and began to play with his chest fluff absentmindedly twisting it between your fingertips as you gave Shadow directions to the camp.

After a minute or two you noticed Shadow began to pant his Shoulders began to tense up as well his grip on you tightening.

"Cover your ears" he warned before letting out a howl, wild and incredibly loud.

"Where did that come from?" you asked when he finished your eyes full of wonder.

"Sorry, that happens when I get excited."

You laughed he was almost too cute. "Never a dull moment with you Shadow"

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when the two of you finally arrived at camp Rouge greeted you looking not too pleased with you.

"There you are! What were you thinking going out by yourself so close to sunset? you could have gotten yourself killed, for crying out loud we're on a rescue mission you need to be more careful."

"Well I found him"

Rouge pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration "Finding him means nothing if you die in the pro-"

Just then Shadow stepped between Rouge and you blocking her from your line of vision.

"They are at risk for hypothermia and need to get warmed up and rest we can talk in the morning." he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder and grabbed a basin of water. he took you into your tent sealing the entrance behind him.

you were more than a little shocked at his sudden protectiveness over you however, he was right you were practically ice at this point.

you got to work right away stripping your wet gear off in exchange for your dry, more importantly, warm pajamas you felt total bliss as you slipped your fuzzy socks on banishing your wet socks to the corner to be packed away later.

you added some water into your electric kettle turning it on. "Are you hungry at all? I have some ramen cups if you want one." You looked over to him his attention solely on the entrance to your tent.

"umm Shadow?"

he hummed in response

"What are you doing?"

"Keeping watch" he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right, well did you want some ramen?" you were too exhausted to question him at this point.

"Yah sure"

You handed him his cup watching as he scarfed the whole cup down stray noodles hanging from his mouth when he finished.

"Sorry, my manners aren't the best in this form"

"It's alright dear, it's cute" You picked a noodle from his mouth and placed it in the trash giving him a kiss on the cheek.

his tail began thumping on the floor obviously pleased with your action.

after you ate exhaustion began to take over. opting to not pass out you decided to call it a night laying down on your mat and piling all your blankets on you.

"Are you coming to bed my love?"

"You go ahead and rest, I'll be there in a minute."

after turning off the lantern you watched as Shadow circled around the tent patrolling for any danger that may come to you. once he was satisfied with his results he laid down next to you with a thud. wrapping his large arm around you like a gentle cage.

instinctively you leaned into his touch nuzzling yourself into his fluff. it was soft like a cloud against your ungloved hand. you sighed relaxing for the first time in a while. finally reunited with your admittedly furrier than you expected love.

"Goodnight Shadow"

"Goodnight my love"

You finally let sleep take you. tomorrow would bring unknown mystery and adventure. a million questions still needing an answer, but all of that could wait. Because in this moment the only thing you needed was wrapped around you, and he had no intention of letting you go.