#also the way hes talking to him with his patient voice UGH DO I LOVE HIM

[clubsmarties]

"No, it doesn't hurt but sometimes it does take a lot from me. It's like I am them going through it." Jax spoke softly. To be honest it took a lot from her especially if the trauma endured was more strenuous.

Wally felt for Matt, he really did. This wasn't easy to process let alone believe. But he's had his fair share of questionable things happen on the job. Nothing truly surprised him at this point. "If you need to after this. Come to the house. We can go out back in the shed and you can freak out to your hearts content. I mean it. You wouldn't ignore it. But you'd not be the first person she leans on if you don't think you could handle it. You'd still be helpful from the sidelines if you really needed to be there."

"No, not that she's involved with it but the case which I still don't know if these two are even connected by the way. This is just an estimated guess, there was a robbery at one of the museums. I remember seeing the name Claire in the paperwork. But this wasn't something I put together as being the same Claire that worked with you. If she was involved I can assume she saw or heard something and most cases they get throw into those accidental deaths. There's been several heists that have happened in the last few months that have the same M.O. in and out. No fingerprints. It's a clean job. Most people chalked it up to in house but I've not been too sure. Sure, it can happen with someone working at the museums but this isn't screaming that." The case made him chuckle not being new to gallery heists. He could involve his wife but he didn't want to worry her now especially in her condition. He'd involve Liz at some point once he got something more concrete. Maybe Mai could bring a different angle brought to the table. Anyway, he shook out of it and sighed. "I need to go into the office and request to take it over. But that isn't easy if there's no foul play. Feds can't get involved in an accidental death as the pd claim if we have no jurisdiction. So, for that you two need to figure out something else where we'd have no choice but get involved. Without getting yourselves hurt or worse."

"In the meantime, I'll see if I can review the case from our end from the other heists that involved stealing something from the natural history museum. Matty, I'm serious. Let me figure it out before she runs off doing something foolish." Wally stated. He knew if Jax's job was to help a ghost then he knew that could come with dangerous situations where first thing wouldn't be to think. "No matter what she can't get involved. Especially if the local police are trying to close the case as a done deal. Getting local police to cooperate with feds is harder than it looks." Some loved saying FBI didn't like to share but police were the actual worst. "Also do me a favor, don't tell her family. Realistically there's nothing new and this would only puncture the wound."

He sighed as he looked over and nodded. "It makes sense. Look at it from her vantage point. Imagine telling someone your deepest darkest secret and have someone else tell you you're crazy and are so confident in their stance. World isn't black or white. Sometimes there's a murky grey. I'm not saying you're gonna be happy and comfortable talking about seeing ghosts and all but maybe she's had people not believe in her. Which I think hurts more."

He shook his head at her, not wanting to push her further. "That's alright. You don't need to apologize, there's a lot going on." Besides, even if he couldn't make much sense of it, Matt figured it was a lot to endure. He nodded in understanding, making that mental note that these feelings could relate to what caused her to die. The thought hurt. "That's sweet, a good ending to that. I'm glad, and this doesn't hurt you? Leave you with some kind of side-effect?" It seemed like draining work, it was worrisome. Matt watched her walk away, still in his sweater, and he felt his resolve collapse.

What did he mean by not really? He immediately looked up at him, his surprise snapping him out of the confused daze he was in. Matt followed with a deep breath, and nodded slowly heavily debating whether he'd take him up on the offer to freak out. He would want to, to be quite honest, but didn't feel this was the place for it - not in Jax's home. "I..I might need to," freak out, "but not here. You could say that again though, it is a lot." Still, listening to Wally talk about ghosts and other entities existing made it sound like was an expert on the subject, and in the middle of his processing, he knew he had made the right call looping him in. He only called him in because he trusted him, didn't expect him to know so much, but it was an added bonus. "No it's not that. I told her I wouldn't leave. I don't want to deal with this, but I can't ignore it. For her, and for Claire."

Matt raised an eyebrow at his comment. He had mentioned Claire to him before, sure, and the fact that she passed in a fire, but was it really something he remembered or was he getting this information from somewhere else? "Claire, yes. She's the friend I told you passed in that house fire." He listened to his friend attentively, following along with the words, intrigued how her accident would be looped into a case for him. No way. He frowned immediately, dismissing any notion of that. "Art theft? What the hell are you talking about? There's no way, she could never." Matt didn't have much else to go on, but he could guarantee that Claire would not be involved in such a thing. He knew her for so many years.

It was startling to Matt - how easily Wally came up with a game plan and how quickly he relied on Jax's ability. "Yes, yes I won't." Matt wasn't usually stubborn anyway, so agreeing with Wally was easy. Even easier when he spoke with such conviction, not as an agent but as a brother. "God, I wouldn't even know where to start. I..yeah I'll tell you whatever I find out. But, what are you going to do in the meantime? What is this art theft thing, why do you think Claire is involved?"

He followed Wally's gaze to her room, and for the first time since he arrived, he offered a half-smile. "Mhm, that's the yapper." Matt had told him about Jax already, even the amusing story of how they met. He did care for her, that much he knew. Just like the paranormal though, he still didn't understand all that much. "She seemed very affected earlier, by...Claire, but also by telling me. It's almost like she expected me to blow up on her. I think that's why I'm trying to delay this inevitable freak out."

[pinknipszz]

heian era sukuna x reader →

(a/n: loosely inspired by that one jessica rabbit scene; this is also borderline uraume/reader bc theyre so cute ugh)

people don’t understand how you can love the king of curses. his figure was grotesque—beyond repulsive—with four heavy hands that could snap your limbs into two if he so pleased. they can’t get past the four eyes either, but you found them charming. how could you not when he looked at you so sweetly? 

“where is my husband?” you inquire for the nth time, your voice as sweet as molasses as you tug at the ends of uraume’s sleeves. the humble servant doesn’t answer immediately; they know not to, and you don’t mind. while you wait, you watch the passerines tease the fish in the pond from your spot on the engawa.

uraume dips their elegant fude into the shallow inkstone beside you. calligraphy and whatnot. “lord sukuna is tending to matters in the southern provinces,” they answer with the same amount of patience they had a few minutes ago, and an hour before, and another before that. they must be used to it now.

“do you think he misses me?” comes a light brush against their pale hand. uraume exhales through their nose at your question, but not from exasperation. never that. “yes,” they say with utmost sincerity, like it’s gospel truth, before painting one long, flourishing stroke. “very much so.”

content, you cease your ministrations and fall on your back, giggling at the way your hair splays beneath your head. “he loves me,” you coo and cup your sun-kissed cheeks. “my husband loves me, and i love him too.” you think the edge of their lips twitch up into the barest hint of a smile.

but it vanishes before you can get a proper glimpse. sighing, uraume gives you a knowing look from the corner of their eye as they dip their fude back into the inkstone. you turn to lay on your side and watch how it absorbs the ink. “the servants, though adequate, have been quite bothersome lately.”

they finish the kanji in several swift strokes. 麗. rei for beauty. uraume continues. “there’s ill speak of your relationship with lord sukuna.” you count the passerines, letting the unspoken question hang in the air. shall i do something about it? it’s uraume’s turn to wait patiently for an answer, an ultimatum.

but you don’t give one so easily, preoccupied with an image that resurfaces in your mind: a group of servants—fresh off the cut and eager-eyed—gossiping by the water well. you don’t think they saw you, unless they were stupider than you thought, but they were loud enough to hear.

uraume is watching you, properly now, as you blow a stray strand of hair from your face. when they lean in to gently tuck it behind your ear, persimmons and plums permeate your senses. “do not bother with them. they talk because they do not understand why i love him,” you decide with finality.

“and why do you love him?” there’s a hint of fondness in their voice, reserved for you.

you look up through your delicate lashes, smiling cheekily. “he makes me laugh.”

(masterlist) | (a/n: would yall hate me if I wrote uraume/reader's pls be honest)

[anantaru]

ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES ... OR MORE? — SCARAMOUCHE

your boyfriend scaramouche can be so grumpy sometimes, but you know of a couple ways that will make him show his soft side, wc. 1.3k

・✶ ｡ warnings — heavily making out & tit play, fem! reader, fluff, established relationship, grumpy scaramouche

it's not difficult for you to discern whenever your boyfriend scaramouche was grumpy after a long day and you could already hear it from afar, not needing to see him— the familiar sounds of grumbling and frustrated sighs flowing from his lips to your ears even before you entered your shared apartment.

to be clear, you really don't mind your boyfriend being in one of his moods again, it was quite normal to you and in all honesty, there was nothing more inside of you than a burning impulse of wanting to help him as good as you could.

you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what might've been the reason this particular night.

right as you walked into your bedroom, you found him lividly pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed and his lips set in a tight line of frustration, agitated to the point where he didn't even acknowledge your presence, too wrapped up in whatever was bothering him.

"hey, are you okay?" you ask him gently, stepping a bit closer before setting your jacket on the bed, not taking your gaze off him.

"hah, what? oh, yeah, totally fine, totally okay," he mutters back, awkwardly glancing at you before resuming his pacing, giving you a cold shoulder— and ah, he did this often, for scaramouche it was difficult to actually open up but also, the last thing he wanted was to somewhat drag you down with him.

"those people in the akademiya just, they're, ugh, aggravating, you know? they don't under- understand me, they don't listen, they don't leave me alone,"

"they also can't stop staring and muttering their little mouths to death."

you listen patiently, nodding contently as he vented out his frustrations while ever so often attempting to stop himself by biting into his lower lip— and well, scaramouche had a big tendency to get grumpy pretty easily, and it often took him a while to wind down but talking to you helped, even if it takes him a little to actually do it.

not to mention that you knew the secret to calming him down, always, achieving great relaxation in softening the expression on his face.

you take his hand, guiding him to the edge of the bed as he flinches he moment you touched him, "come over there," you motion towards the bed as he nods, pulling him down to sit beside you, "relax, okay? you're home now."

"i can't relax right now," he barks back, furrowing his brows although he can never resist your welcoming, more so warm embrace as you tugged him closer to your chest, "how can people be so stupid there? aren't they supposed to be geniuses or something?"

you couldn't suppress a laugh, chuckling as you tenderly run a hand through his tousled hair, "maybe you're just too smart, ever thought about that?" you add and listen to him as he exhales shakily through his mouth.

but the man grumbles and you could swear you saw a smile, a slight pucker of his lips when you called him smart, seeing it as a small victory in itself before you shift closer, your arms wrapped around his neck.

he reacts to your touch immediately, his body tense against yours as you just hugged him for a while, holding him gently and waiting until you felt him start to relax.

"breathe and— and just feel me, okay?" you utter.

he sighs but you know whenever he sighs just like that, when the tension in his soul and body eases a bit more, "you're too good to me, keeping up with this," he frowns, his voice losing some of it's earlier sharp edge as it attains a pillowy note.

"ah, i know," you tease, "—don't have to tell me that all the time," as you playfully roll your eyes, kissing his cheek, "kidding, i love all sides of you."

"feeling better already?" you ask him, "now that i'm here?" your voice barely above a whisper.

"maybe, only a little though," you're helping and he knows it, he's both in love and scared by how well you already knew him by now.

his gaze flickers to your lips and back to your eyes, "there's something that would make me feel better, great even,"

a curious expression dances over your cheekbones, a playful smile tugging at your precious lips, "oh, really now? what are you thinking about?"

and instead of answering you with words, he captures your lips in a kiss that was a cross between a need and a fleeting frustration, an eager want that quickly deepened the kiss between you. you tug at his hair, pushing him into your lips as he kissed you like a man starved of love and lust, his tongue moving over yours in a hunger well beyond desperation.

the intensity multiplied in seconds, in every touch and every swipe of tongue— scaramouche was eager, he made sure to kiss you even harder as his hands roamed freely over your chest, leaving you short of breath.

never in a million years was his touch not possessive, not almost desperate to the point where you immediately needed more— although it was easy to discern that there was an underlying reason as to why scaramouche kissed you that way, it's as if he was afraid you might slip away if he didn't hold you tight enough.

you broke the kiss only long enough to gasp for air, looking into his doughy eyes as your heart knocks and knocks against your chest, his facial expression drowsy and clouded, his lips swollen and glistening, "scara," you whine, your thighs pressing together.

"hmm?" he just hums an answer, not giving you a chance to say more before capturing your lips yet again, another kiss that was even more fervent than the last one he has given you.

he helps you get onto his lap before one hand slipped under your shirt to play with your tits, instantly targeting your erected nipples with a playful pinch and tug.

you shiver and moan his name, your body responding to his touch with a need that barely matched his own.

he shifts the both of you before pressing you into the bed, his body on top of yours and his lips searching for your neck as it elicits a hefty gasp from your throat.

scaramouche laughs with a deep groan as he continues to pinch your nipples and squeeze your pretty tits, his bangs sticking against his forehead and only showing the pace he was going for.

"scara, please— please," you whine, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you arch into his touch.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, "please what, hmm?" he asks teasingly, like he doesn't know what he's doing to you— as if he's not fully aware on how to get you to this point.

his voice was now, consisting of a low growl that sent shivers down your spine before he grabs at his clothed cock to show you what you're doing to him, stroking the obvious bulge in his pants and hissing as he grinds his cock into his palm.

"please don't stop," you whisper and cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you before your voice trembles in need, "i need you, it feels so good,"

ah, what was the reason he was grumpy about again? because archons— scaramouche swears he forgot, he can forget just about anything when he hears you say that you need him.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[hoshifighting]

Hi. I love your writings. After I discovered Tumblr and your account... I don't know if I've had any day without coming back here... I had a request.

Bathroom sex with Minghao. It has been going on in my mind all day... Either bathtub or shower.

Even though he's not so masculine like others... I feel like he has an incredible core strength. So maybe putting the reader against the wall? Also if you're comfortable, could you add the reader as someone who's overweight and gets insecure from time to time.

It's like Minghao is comforting them through showing how beautiful they are through intimacy? Feels like something he would do.

Love your writing. Take care

bath sex with minghao

WARNINGS: bath sex, insecurities, praising, nipple sucking, penetrative sex, a tear dropping here or there...

a/n: thank you my love for making me part of your routine 😭🙏 I luv seeing you here, you are soooo sweet!! sorry for making u wait for so long 🥺 love you too, take care of yourself, and drink lots of water plsss

you’d been spiraling about it all damn day. the way minghao’s hands just felt—long fingers brushing your skin in passing, his touch so casual but also so intentional. it stuck to you like a tattoo, made your brain fuzzy. you didn’t even realize it, but the itch of your insecurities had been gnawing at you. maybe it was that girl in line earlier with the perfect ass and the confidence to match, or maybe it was just the mirror, the way it always reflected every single thing you couldn’t fix.

but minghao sees you, actually sees you, and it ruins you every time.

“you’ve been quiet all day,” he says from the bathroom doorway, his head tilted like he’s already piecing you apart, trying to read the shit you don’t say. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

you don’t answer right away—can’t, really—because he’s standing there in just his sweatpants, waistband hanging low, hair still damp from his post-workout shower. fucking unreal. and you hate it, the way you almost flinch at the word “pretty,” because yeah, he means it, but your brain won’t let you believe it.

“nothing,” you lie, but your voice cracks. his eyes narrow.

“bullshit.”

you huff, looking anywhere but him. “it’s not a big deal. just—ugh, i don’t know, okay? can we not do this tonight?”

but of course, minghao doesn’t take that. doesn’t let you slip into your head and drown in it. instead, he steps in, closing the door softly behind him, like he’s locking the world out. “you know you can’t bullshit me, baby. talk to me.”

and then he’s right in front of you, hands sliding over your arms, thumbs skimming your skin like he’s earthing you.

you mumble, “i just—i don’t feel good today, okay? like… about myself.”

his brows pull together, and you hate that he looks hurt on your behalf. “y/n,” he says, his voice softer now, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“you wouldn’t get it,” you mutter, but the words catch when he lifts your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“try me.”

and fuck, he’s patient, doesn’t rush you, just waits while his thumbs start rubbing little circles on your hips. finally, you crack. “i just… sometimes it’s hard, okay? i see all these girls who look perfect, and then there’s me. i don’t even know why you—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, firmly. “don’t finsh it, don’t do that. don’t talk about yourself like that. do you know how fucking beautiful you are? like, actually?”

you laugh, but it’s bitter, because it’s not something you believe. “hao—”

he doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you, like he’s trying to rewrite whatever nonsense’s looping in your head. his lips move with yours, one hand sliding up your back, the other curling around your waist, and it’s so easy to melt into him, to forget everything else.

“i’m serious,” he murmurs against your mouth. “you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. i love every. fucking. inch. of you.”

you want to argue, but then his hands are tugging at your shirt, and the air shifts. he pulls back just enough to look at you. “can i?”

your nod is shaky, he peels your shirt off like it’s a ritual, and when he sees the hesitance in your eyes, he leans in to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, every patch of skin he uncovers.

he’s backing you up against the shower wall, his breath hot against your neck as he trails kisses down your jaw.

“hao,” you whisper, barely able to get the word out before he’s hooking your legs around his waist, his strength catching you like it’s nothing. “wait, i’m—”

“you’re fucking stunning,” he says, cutting you off, his lips crashing into yours again. “and i’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

the sound of the water hitting the tile was loud, drowning out every thought in your head except him. minghao was everywhere—hands firm on your thighs, lips pressed to your chest, tongue teasing your nipples until you were squirming. the spray soaked through what little clothing you both had left, making the fabric cling before he shoved his pants and boxers down with one hand, the wet heap hitting the floor with an exaggerated plop.

“didn’t know your pants were that heavy,” you giggled. he smirked before leaning in to kiss you again.

“focus,” he murmured. his hips pressed forward, and you gasped when his cock brushed against your pussy—hard and ready, like it always was when it came to you. it was one of those things that made you feel… better, somehow. like maybe he really did mean all the things he said about how he wanted you, how he needed you. not that you’d ever admit it—god, no, he’d never let you live it down.

you squirmed against him, suddenly hyperaware of how high he had you hoisted. “hao, i—”

“relax,” he interrupted. “i’ve got you.”

“but what if—what if i fall?”

his jaw tensed, his hands tightened on you. “you won’t fall, y/n. do you trust me?”

you nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. his eyes narrowed. “say it.”

your voice cracked. “i trust you.”

“good,” he said, but there was a shimmer of guilt in his expression when he saw the tears welling in your eyes. his voice softened immediately. “hey, baby—fuck, i’m sorry. didn’t mean to sound so harsh. you’re safe, okay? i promise.”

his lips brushed your cheek, catching the tear that spilled over, and you sniffled, clinging to him tighter. his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, “you’re safe with me. i swear.”

and then he rolled his hips, sliding into you, and whatever insecurity you’d been holding onto was gone—just gone. all you could feel was him, thick and deep, stretching you until your head spun. he groaned, his breath hitching as he bottomed out. “you feel so fucking good, baby. perfect. perfect.”

your fingers dug into his shoulders, a whimper slipping past your lips as he pulled back and thrust again, deep. the angle made you gasp, made your whole body shake in his arms. “hao,” you choked out, overwhelmed, and he just smiled against your neck.

“that’s it babe,” he murmured, picking up his pace, his hips slapping against yours. “see? i told you, baby. you don’t have to worry about anything. i’ve got you. always.”

his words melted into the steam around you, and soon you weren’t sure if it was water or sweat trailing down your body. he fucked you, his grip on you steady and unrelenting, making it impossible to think about anything but the way he filled you, the way he made you feel like you were his.

“shit—fuck, hao, i’m gonna—”

“i know,” he cut in, his voice thick and breathless, but that smug grin never wavered. “let go for me, baby. you’re so fucking beautiful when you cum. let me see you.”

and when you did—when your body clenched around him and your moan echoed in the steam-filled space—he followed right after, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go. his head fell to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin as he held you close, neither of you caring about the water still raining down around you.

“see?” he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you. his smile was soft now, tender. “told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

[yourlocaljonghoe]

(Not) Another Love Song. || Choi Jongho.

Summary: having a crush on your new roommate is already nerve-wracking enough. but then finding out about his secret cover account made everything even worse. you swear you didn't mean to find it. but when his voice is the only thing helping you through sleepless nights, what else can you do?

Pairing: choi jongho x reader

Genre: college au, roomates to lovers, fluff, smut (mdni)

Wordcount: 11.5k

Warnings: mentions of insomnia, big dick!jongho (i mean duh), manhandling, body worship, nipple play, riding, unprotected sex

A/N: hello, i want to sincerely apologize for vanishing for so long and then coming back with this trashy fic🥲 seriously, in my head this was so much better, but the end result... ugh. but it's whatever! i want to thank y'all again for being so patient with me and also for 300 followers!! sooo crazy🥺 also big thanks to @inkedtae for being my beta, you were a big help! & as always divider credits to @firefly-graphics!

Taglist: @ghstzzn, @kyukyustar, @hwapetals, @foxinnie8, @preciouswoozi, @aussiekpopginger, @kitten4sannie, @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

Available here on AO3.

“So… I heard someone here got caught in a very awkward situation with their new roommate,” Wooyoung teased, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he sat down beside you.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Please, Wooyoung, don’t remind me. It was so fucking humiliating.”

He laughed, clearly having no intention of stopping. “So, what exactly were you even searching for when he walked in? 'How to talk to your insanely pretty and hot roommate for dummies'?”

You shot him a glare, your cheeks burning. God, you wanted to disappear off the fucking earth, anything to make the teasing stop, really. “I just… didn’t know how to talk to him, okay? And it was just a dumb search. I didn’t expect him to walk in and see it. I-i thought he was out and I would have enough time to prepare some things if I wanted to say to him. You know my conversation skills aren't exactly the best…”

Wooyoung chuckled and leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. “Well, you’ve definitely made an impression now. But, hey, maybe it’s a good thing! Now he knows you’re shy, and maybe thinks it's kind of cute.”

You groaned again, sinking even deeper into your chair if that was even possible. “It’s not cute. It’s mortifying. He probably thinks I'm such a loser now-”

“Which you are-”

“Shut up, Wooyoung!”

He leaned in closer to you again, his smirk growing. “So, what’s the plan? Are you going to avoid him forever, or are you actually going to talk to him like a normal person?”

You groaned, feeling the heat rise to your face again. “I don't know, okay? I'll figure it out… eventually.”

Wooyoung snorted, clearly not buying it. "Sure, ‘eventually’ meaning ‘never.’ Just admit it - you’re avoiding him because he’s totally your type.”

Before you could muster a response and curse him out again, the door to the boys’ shared apartment swung open, and in walked San, Yeosang, and Yunho, their voices filling the room as they entered. They paused when they noticed you and Wooyoung huddled together, immediately raising their eyebrows. 

“What’s going on here?” San asked, a mischievous look in his eyes as he plopped down on the couch beside you.

“Oh, just Y/N getting caught by Choi Jongho - you know, her new roommate - googling ‘how to talk to your roommate 101’,” Wooyoung said, his grin practically splitting his face.

You wanted to personally scratch it off his face.

Yunho’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he burst into laughter. “Girl- No way! You didn’t!”

You buried your face in your hands, wishing the ground would just swallow you up. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?"

Yeosang settled down on the armrest, his expression more curious than teasing. "Why didn’t you just talk to us? We could’ve helped.”

“Yeah,” San added, nudging you playfully. “We’re pros at this stuff. Jongho’s just a guy - granted, a rather intimidating guy, but still.”

“Can't one of you just talk to him?” you whined. 

San chuckled, shaking his head. “I mean… we’re not that close to him yet either. He’s still new at the college, and he’s pretty reserved. Besides, he’s your roommate, not ours.”

You sighed. "Great. So, not only am I living with someone who’s way out of my league, but no one’s even close enough to help break the ice."

Yunho nodded sympathetically, but there was still a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah, sorry, but it looks like you’re on your own for this one. Well, sort of. We can still help you figure out how to approach him though since, no offense, your social skills suck.”

“None taken,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

Wooyoung leaned in again, clearly enjoying your discomfort just a bit too much. “You know what would help? Actually spending some time together at your place. You two barely even cross paths. That’s probably why you’re so nervous around him.”

“Yeah,” San chimed in, catching on to Wooyoung’s idea. “You live together, but it’s like you’re living in two separate worlds. If you just hung out at home one night, it could break the tension.”

You frowned, the thought of spending a night alone with Jongho making your stomach do flips. “You all know how awkward I am with people…”

Yunho smiled reassuringly. “It will only be as awkward as you make it. Just think of it as spending time with a friend, not as some big, intimidating thing. You could start with a movie, order takeout, something low-key, you know?”

“You don’t have to force a deep conversation either,” Yeosang added. “Just focus on getting comfortable around each other. Once that happens, the rest will surely follow.”

You bit your lip, considering their advice. It wasn’t like you had much to lose - things were already awkward, and avoiding him clearly wasn’t working. But the idea of initiating something still made you nervous. You were a shy, quiet person, and if the boys hadn't practically adopted you, you probably wouldn't have any friends on campus now.

“Come on, Y/N,” Wooyoung encouraged, seeing your hesitation. “You’re making it a bigger deal than it is. Jongho’s not going to bite. And if things get weird, just laugh it off. He’ll appreciate the effort.”

You sighed, finally relenting as you realised they were right - much to your dismay. “Okay, okay. I’ll try to spend some time with him. But if it gets too awkward, I’m blaming all of you!”

Yunho grinned, giving you a thumbs-up. “Let's wait and see first.”

Wooyoung patted your shoulder, his smirk softening into a more genuine smile. “You’ve got this. And hey, if it turns out he’s as cool as he seems, maybe you’ll end up being great friends - or, you know, more.”

You rolled your eyes at Wooyoung’s last comment but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. By the way, where are the others?”

“Uh, Y/N's getting shy~ Look at her blushing and trying to play it cool!”

“One day, Jung Wooyoung, one fucking day!” you hissed, and if looks could kill, he'd definitely be dead by now. 

The others laughed, and Yunho casually threw his arm around you as he sat down, practically shoving poor San out the way.

“But to answer your question: they're grabbing some food. You hungry?” he asked.

“Very”, you answered. 

“Great,” he smirked. “Gotta tell the others about the incident with your crush too once they're back.”

“Whatever dude,” you murmured, sighing defeated.

Operation: ‘How To Talk To Your Roommate’ was officially starting.

You paced around the living room, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. The food you spent ages on - cooking was never a talent of yours, so it took longer than it should have - was set up on the small dining table, and you’d even gone the extra mile, lighting a few candles to create a warm, cozy atmosphere. You’d picked out an action movie to watch too, something random you found while scrolling through Netflix, hoping that Jongho would be a fan of the genre. He certainly didn't strike you as the romantic type of guy.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and with each passing minute your hands got sweater and your heart beat faster. What if this doesn’t go well? What if he thinks it’s weird? You tried to push the thoughts aside, reminding yourself that Jongho never came across as a rude guy in the few months you've known him. Sure, a bit reserved, but so were you. Just relax. It’s not a date. It’s just two roommates hanging out.

You inhaled deeply, straightening out your shirt for what felt like the thousandth time. You were dressed casually but nicely, a nice shirt and some jeans that went perfectly along together. 

The faint sound of footsteps outside the door made you freeze, your breath catching in your throat. You quickly tried to compose yourself, running through the plan in your head one more time. Movie, dinner, small talk. Just act natural. Imagine he was one of the guys. Just a super cool, chill evening together.

The door creaked open, and you turned to greet Jongho - only to be met with a sight that made your brain short-circuit. 

In your defense: you were on your period. Meaning you were super horny these days. Plus… it was Jongho. Sue you for having functioning eyes.

He stepped in, and the first thing you noticed was how the drops of sweat clung to his skin, making your mouth almost water. He was wearing a black tank top that clung to his frame, showing off his broad shoulders and toned arms. A dark beanie was pulled down over his head to keep his sweat-soaked hair in check. He was panting slightly, the evidence of his workout clear as he dropped his gym bag by the door.

You blinked, trying to force your brain to reboot. This was going horribly wrong. 

His eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in the scene - the dim lighting, the candles, the carefully set table. You could see the moment his gaze settled on you, still frozen in place by the door.

“Uh... what's all this?” he asked, his voice filled with surprise as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no coherent words came out. Your mind was spinning, your thoughts all tangled up at the sight of him. All you could focus on was how that damn tank top clung to his chest and the way his arms flexed as he moved. It was enough to make you feel lightheaded, and the fact that you were on your period only doubled every emotion and reaction you felt to an unbearable level.

“I-uh-” you stammered, your cheeks burning as you tried to string together a sentence. "I made dinner... I mean, I tried- I- I mean, it's not a 5 star meal but I'm sure not too bad either… hopefully. W-whatever, it's just food, you know? And I thought we could, um, hang out... since we're, uh, roommates and all... and... uh…”

You could see the confusion on Jongho’s face deepen as you rambled on, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to follow your erratic train of thought. The more you babbled, the worse it got, and you could feel tears out of frustration build behind your eyes, making your stomach churn.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jongho asked, taking a cautious step forward, his voice gentle but tinged with concern. 

No. No, you weren’t. And it was your own fault for being so damn anxious over nothing.

You needed to get out of here - away from him, away from this mess of a night. You couldn’t deal with this right now, not with him standing there, looking like every fantasy you’d ever had and more while you were… Well, you.

Shy, awkward, weird you.

“I-I'm fine!” you blurted out, your voice cracking as you backed away toward your room. “I just, uh, forgot something! I’ll be right back! You can eat without me!”

Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and bolted, practically slamming your bedroom door shut behind you. Once inside, you leaned against the door, your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in shaky gasps. 

You sat on the floor with your back against the door, trying your best to calm your racing heart. You wanted to scream, cry, or maybe both. All the effort you put into tonight - cooking, setting the table, choosing a movie - it all seemed like such a waste now. How could you face Jongho after what happened? Or rather didn't happen. God, you stood there completely frozen. How embarrassing. And then you couldn't even talk properly. 

What a fucking loser you were.

Minutes passed, and yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to leave the room. You could hear faint sounds from the living room: the clinking of plates, the shuffling of feet, and the occasional low hum of a voice - probably Jongho talking to himself as he ate. The idea of going back out there made your skin crawl, so you decided to stay put. Maybe he would think you fell asleep or were too tired to come back out. Either way, facing him seemed impossible right now.

Your ego was too hurt.

Just as you were trying to finally move away from the door, a faint rustling sound caught your attention. You looked down and saw a small piece of paper being slowly slid under your door. Hesitant, you picked it up, your heart pounding as you unfolded it.

The note was short, written in Jongho’s neat handwriting:

Thanks for the dinner. It was really good. Hope you’re feeling better soon. Get some rest. Goodnight :)

Jongho.

A small smile stole its way on your lips. He wasn’t upset or weirded out by your behaviour. If anything, he just seemed concerned. It made your heart race, but this time, not out of anxiety.

Gathering your courage after another few minutes, you slowly opened your door and peeked out into the living room. The place was quiet, the table cleared, and the lights dimmed. You expected to see Jongho already back in his room, but instead, you found him asleep on the couch.

He looked peaceful, his head resting against the arm of the couch, his breathing slow and even. He must have dozed off after cleaning up. Your heart softened at the sight, guilt creeping in as you realised he had taken the time to clean up everything by himself while you were hiding away in your room. 

As you quietly approached the couch, you noticed his laptop open on the coffee table. The screen was still on, casting a soft glow over the room. The faint light outlined his peaceful features as he laid sound asleep, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

You glanced curiously at the screen, wondering what he was trying to do before he fell asleep.

There were several tabs open - a mix of school assignments and a music playlist paused midway through a song. But one tab in particular caught your eye: a YouTube account page.

Oh. Oh. 

His YouTube account to be exact. 

You stood there for a moment, your eyes fixed on the open YouTube tab on Jongho's laptop. The username ‘im_finale’ was displayed in the corner, and you could see a list of song covers he'd uploaded, each one with quite a handful of views. You’d heard him singing before - just snippets of some melodies as he cleaned or studied - but you never would've thought he was actively posting covers online. It was surprising, considering how reserved and private he generally was. But at the same time, it also wasn't. 

After all, he studied music just like you.

Curiosity got the better of you and after a brief moment of hesitation, you tiptoed back to your room, closing the door gently behind you. Once inside, you sat on your bed and pulled out your phone. You typed “im_finale” into the YouTube search bar and, sure enough, his channel immediately popped up. The profile picture was simple - a black-and-white image of a piano key, fitting for the kind of channel he had.

You slowly scrolled through the videos. There were a few classic ballads, some more modern pop songs, and even a couple of R&B tracks. Without thinking too much about it, you grabbed your airpots and then clicked on the most recent upload.

The melody of Through The Night by IU started playing, and there was a brief pause before Jongho’s voice joined in, soft and angelic. 

You leaned back against your pillows, closing your eyes as you let the music fully take you in. It was incredible - better than you could ever have imagined, to be honest. A shiver ran down your spine as the soft falsetto hit perfectly, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. This is amazing, you thought. His voice had a way of drawing you completely in, of making you forget the whole world around you.

It was just you, him and the melody in the background. 

When the song ended, you opened your eyes and realized you’d been holding your breath the entire time. The room was quiet again, and you immediately started missing his voice in your ears. You didn’t want the moment to end, so you clicked on another video, and then another.

You spent the next hour or so listening to more of his covers, and before you knew it, your eyes had fallen shut, and your breathing slowed down. 

Jongho’s voice was the only thing your mind still registered. It carried you off into sleep, and there, in your dreams, you were no longer listening to his voice through headphones. Instead, he was right beside you, laying in the quiet of your room, softly singing just for you.

Each word he sang seemed meant for your ears alone, and the warmth of his presence made your heart flutter. In that dream, there was nothing bad, nothing to keep your mind in a frenzy - just the two of you, side by side, his beautiful voice wrapping around you like a gentle embrace.

For that brief moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you, him, and the music.

You didn’t know when you drifted off completely, but as you slowly succumbed to your tiredness, his voice still lingered in your mind, keeping you company through the night.

“And that's it for today. Remember: all of today's topics are very important for the next exam!”

You blinked, slowly waking up from your slumber as the lecture hall buzzed with the noise of students packing up their things. Your head was still groggy, the weight of the all-nighter you’d pulled for an assignment last night catching up to you during the lecture. You were vaguely aware that the professor had been going on and on about some theory or another, but you didn't actually remember a single word. Instead, you'd spent the entire class lost in a dreamlike state, all you could really focus on was Jongho’s voice playing over and over again in your earphones.

It has been a week now since you discovered his secret account, and in that time alone, you spent countless hours listening to his covers over and over again. 

As you sat there, still blinking sleep from your eyes, you felt a presence settle beside you, and without thinking, you mindlessly muttered, “Jongho?”

“Yeah, it's me. You okay?”

You jolted upright, startled at the sound of his voice - not through your earbuds this time, but right beside you. You pulled your airpods out and turned your head, half-expecting to still be dreaming, but there he was, standing right next to you with a slightly concerned look in his eyes.

“Oh my god, you're real,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. You cringed at your own words, your cheeks flushing a deep crimson red. “I mean - uh, hi.”

Jongho's brow furrowed, though there was a small hint of amusement in his expression. “You were completely out for the entire lecture,” he said, his tone soft but teasing. “I was sitting a few rows back, and I saw you… just knocked out. I figured I'd come check on you.”

“Oh god, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes, still trying to shake off the remaining drowsiness. “I was up all night working on an assignment and then… I guess I just passed out.”

Jongho gave you a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah, I could tell. You looked like you were having a good nap though,” he teased gently. “I was thinking… if you want, I could send you my notes from the lecture. I know you missed most of it.”

Your eyes widened at his offer, your heart skipping a beat. “R-really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all,” he shrugged, “I mean, we’re roommates. Might as well help each other out, right?”

You felt a wave of warmth flood your chest, and a big smile stole its way on your lips. You’d been so nervous about him this whole time, but here he was, offering to help you like it was nothing. He wasn't a big, intimidating guy some people made him out to be. He was kind. And cute. So, so cute. “Thanks, Jongho. I’d really appreciate that.”

“No problem,” he replied easily, waiting for you to gather your things. “I can send them over later tonight, or... well, if you want, we can go over them together now?”

Were you imagining things or was Choi Jongho actually getting red in the face right now?

You blinked, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest altogether. “Oh! Uh, yeah, that’d be great. I mean, if you have time? Like- no pressure, dude.”

He snorted, quickly hiding his laugh behind his hand. You blushed again. “I’ve got time right now. Let’s head to the café right outside the campus or something.”

You couldn’t help the little smile that spread across your face. This was your chance to actually spend some time with him, and your nerves were already buzzing with anticipation. You felt like the happiest woman in the world right now.

“That sounds perfect.”

As the two of you left the lecture hall, you found yourself slowly relaxing. Jongho was easy to talk to, much more than you’d expected. Sure, he was still a little reserved, but he had a dry sense of humour and was actually quite the goofball, making you laugh and smile so hard it almost hurt.

But just as you were walking through the campus toward the café, you heard a familiar voice call out, “Y/N!”

You turned around to see Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang walking towards you, their faces lighting up when they spotted you and Jongho together. You spotted Wooyoung's grin miles away already, and you knew you were in for his usual teasing.

You froze next to Jongho, and he sent a questioning look towards you.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” Wooyoung smirked, stopping in front of you two. “Didn’t we have plans today, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened, and a long forgotten thought popped up again. “Oh my god, I totally forgot. We were supposed to meet up at the restaurant, weren’t we?”

San crossed his arms, trying to look serious but failing to hide the playful smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, the others are already waiting there. It's your turn today, but you probably forgot that too, right?”

“…And what if I did?” you mumbled quietly, shying away from their gazes. Truth be told, the last few days have been pretty hectic for you. Getting your assignment done and dealing with your insomnia (again) had taken up pretty much all your time, and the only thing making your day brighter has been Jongho.

Not that you'd ever tell him that.

Jongho glanced between you and your friends. He shifted his weight slightly, his brow furrowed in mild concern. “Uh, do you want to go with them then? I mean, if you forgot… I don’t want to make things awkward,” he said, trying to gauge the situation.

“What? No, it’ll be fine, you can come with us if you want,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “I mean, it’s just dinner with friends. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Jongho hesitated, looking at you and then back at your friends. “I don’t want to intrude or anything,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t really know you guys that well.”

San stepped forward, his smile wide and welcoming. “You’re not intruding! We’d love to have you. Besides, Y/N talks about you all the time, it's time for us to finally get to know you for real.” 

Your cheeks flushed at that, and you could feel the heat rising. “Okay, maybe not all the time,” you mumbled, shooting Jongho an apologetic look. 

“See? You’re already family now,” Wooyoung teased, throwing an arm around Jongho’s shoulders. Jongho stiffened slightly, clearly not used to the sudden touch, but he didn’t pull away. 

“Alright, let’s get going then,” you said, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness. “I really don’t want to keep the others waiting.”

Together you started walking to your favourite Korean restaurant, just five minutes from your campus. Wooyoung and San kept talking and laughing together, with Yeosang throwing in a comment here and there, while Jongho walked beside you, a bit quieter but smiling at the playful exchange nonetheless.

When you finally arrived, the familiar scent of fried rice and kimchi welcomed you. The restaurant was completely full as always, and you spotted Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Mingi at your usual table, all of them already deep in conversation.

“Hey! Look who finally decided to show up!” Yunho called out, waving you over. His grin was infectious, and you felt your mood lift even more at the sight of your favourite people.

“Sorry! I lost track of time,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you approached the table. “But I brought my roommate along! Everyone, meet Jongho!”

“Nice to meet you, Jongho!” Mingi said, extending his hand for a shake. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Jongho looked a bit surprised but shook Mingi’s hand with a shy smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

Seonghwa leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “So, Jongho, how is our Y/N as a roommate? Is she loud? Messy? Annoying? You two also study music together, right? How is she in class?"

“Okay mom, let Jongho sit down first,” you laughed, guiding Jongho to the seat right next to you.

Jongho chuckled softly at your comment, and slowly took the seat beside you, though you could still sense a bit of his initial hesitation in his movement. It was probably overwhelming to be surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces all at once. You glanced over at him and shot a reassuring smile. He returned it, his expression softening a little.

Seonghwa leaned in with a playful smile. “So, Jongho, how is our Y/N as a roommate? Don’t think you’re getting away without answering that one!”

Jongho glanced at you, his lips curving into a slight smile. “Honestly, we don’t get to see each other much because our schedules don't quite align. But I can say she’s definitely better than my last roommate. A lot quieter, too.”

San raised an eyebrow. “Quieter? Are we talking about the same Y/N? The one who constantly talks and talks and-”

“Enough, Choi San!”

Jongho giggled. Oh god, that gummy smile and the sound of his slight laughter would be the absolute death of you. “Compared to my last roommate, yes. Trust me.”

You grinned, trying to ignore your rapidly beating heart. “You’re making me sound boring.”

“Nah,” Jongho replied, shaking his head. “You’re definitely not boring. Just… respectful. Which I appreciate.”

There was a warm look in his eyes, and you felt your heart skip a beat. But before you could dwell on it, Wooyoung cut in, “So, what’s she like in class? Is she as much of a goody two-shoes as she pretends to be?”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully. “Excuse me, I’m just trying to pass, okay? Not my fault your grades suck-”

“-my grades are just fine, thank you very much,” Wooyoung grumbled. 

Jongho smiled, his gaze flickering to you. “She’s a good student. Serious when it counts, but still knows how to have fun.”

“Wow, I almost believed that,” Yeosang joked, earning a round of laughter.

“What is it with all of you today…”, you mumbled, sighing at their teasing. Hongjoong shot you an apologetic look from the other side of the table.

San raised a shot glass and grinned. “Alright, enough of that. It’s game time. How about Truth or Dare?”

Yunho quickly grabbed the bottle of soju from the table you ordered earlier. “Oh, yes. Truth or Dare, with a twist.” He wiggled the bottle in his hand. “A shot if you don’t answer or refuse a dare.”

Everyone cheered as the game began, with the bottle passed around and the first few rounds filled with harmless dares and easy truths. As the soju loosened everyone’s nerves, the questions became bolder, and the laughter grew louder.

Mingi got asked who from your friends he'd consider for a potential threesome, and with red cheeks the gentle giant mumbled Yunho and that girl in his class he'd been interested in for awhile now, before quickly downing a shot and avoiding everyone's eyes.

Eventually, it was your turn. “Truth or Dare, Y/N?” Yunho asked, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“Truth,” you said, knowing you weren’t in the mood for a dare just yet.

“Describe your ideal type,” Yunho said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair.

You hesitated for a moment, your thoughts racing as you tried to keep your cool. “Well…” you began, looking down at your hands. “I guess I like someone who’s not too loud-”

“-that feels oddly targeted,” Wooyoung mumbled, but you deliberately ignored him.

“And who can be very playful but also serious when it matters. Someone who's kind and has a good sense of humour, even if it's a little dry at times.” You glanced quickly at Jongho before looking away, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Someone who’s hardworking and determined, who takes what they do seriously. Oh, and physically…” you trailed off, your cheeks warming as a picture quickly came to your mind. “I guess I’m into someone with a strong build… someone who’s tall but not too tall, maybe with broad shoulders. And, um… nice eyes.”

“Nice eyes?” San echoed, grinning as he raised an eyebrow. “Anything else?”

“Okay, that's enough!” you laughed, feeling the heat in your cheeks intensify. “You got your answer. I exposed myself enough.”

But, as always, Wooyoung wasn’t letting you off that easily. “Hmm, strong build, nice eyes… sounds like someone at this table fits that description,” he teased, nudging Jongho with his elbow.

Jongho’s ears turned pink, but he quickly composed himself, at least from the outside. “I didn’t realize this was now a matchmaking session,” he said with a soft laugh.

You quickly reached for a shot and downed it, trying to shift the attention away from you and the poor man next to you. “Alright, who’s next?” you said, waving your hand.

“Yeosang, c’mon!” Wooyoung and San shoved the poor man, and all of you laughed as you watched the chaos unfold.

“You're an idiot!” you whined for the fifth time in a row as Jongho carefully guided your wobbling figure along the sidewalk. Jongho’s hand remained steady on your arm, keeping you upright as the cool night air brushed against your flushed cheeks.

“I'm the idiot?” he chuckled, “unbelievable. As far as I know, I'm not the one who forgot their wallet for the dinner they were supposed to pay for.” 

You huffed, your pout deepening as you glanced up at him. “It’s not my fault!” you protested. “I had every intention of treating everyone, and then - poof! My wallet decided to disappear. It’s probably off somewhere having the time of its life without me.”

“Uh-huh,” Jongho replied, his lips curling into that teasing smile you were starting to become very familiar with. “Sure, blame the wallet. It definitely wasn’t the fact that you were rushing out the door half-awake this morning and even forgot you had dinner plans with your friends in the first place.”

“Okay, I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess,” you conceded, shooting him a sheepish look. “But still! You didn’t have to pay for everything, you know. I feel bad about it. It was supposed to be my treat, not yours.”

He shrugged, his grip on your arm gentle but firm as he guided you over a small bump in the sidewalk. “I told you, it’s not a big deal,” he said. “I’m happy to cover it. Besides, I’d rather do that than have you stress out over it in front of the poor barista.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, though the fondness in your gaze betrayed your attempt at being stern with him. “But that’s not fair! Now I owe you, and I don’t like owing people.”

Jongho raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You can’t just accept a little kindness from your roommate?”

You felt a rush of warmth flood your chest at his words. “It’s not that I can’t accept kindness,” you murmured, your voice softening. “It’s just… I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or something.”

He shook his head, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. “Trust me, I don’t think that,” he said. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to.”

“But you paid for eight people you basically didn't know!” you whined.

“Seven,” he said.

“Huh?”

He looked you right in the eye. “I only paid for seven. After all, I know you, Y/N. Perhaps even better than you think.”

You opened your mouth to argue further, but the alcohol in your mind made it difficult for you to come up with any smart remarks.

“Okay,” you said at last, giving in with a reluctant sigh. “But I’m still cooking dinner for the next two weeks. No excuses!”

“Deal,” Jongho replied easily, flashing you that signature gummy smile you so adored. “Do I have to be scared though? You know, because….”

“I had an accident in our kitchen once, Jongho! Once!”

“Yeah, and what if you accidentally kill us with your next accident?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him lightly with your shoulder as he laughed loudly beside you. “Ha ha, very funny,” you muttered, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide. 

This has been all you wanted.

Talking, laughing, just being with him.

“You’re still awake?” Jongho's voice broke the silence as he walked through the door, his brows rising when he saw you lying on the couch.

“Yeah,” you sighed, keeping your gaze on the TV. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Jongho dropped his keys onto the table and made his way over to you, sitting down at the edge of the couch. “Another rough night?”

You nodded. After a few weeks, the two of you had finally gotten closer, even going as far as sharing a few personal struggles with one another here and there. And when you opened up about your constant struggle with insomnia, Jongho showed you nothing but sympathy and support.

Now, there are little to no secrets between the two of you.

Well… except one.

 “Guess my brain didn't get the memo. Again.”

He frowned, his eyes scanning your tired face. “You should’ve called. I would’ve come back sooner.”

You shook your head. “You were out with your friends. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“It wouldn’t have,” he said, his tone soft but firm as he settled in next to you. “Let’s see if I can help.”

Jongho's eyes wandered to the empty spot on the coffee table where your earphones usually sat. "Where are?...”

“My earphones?” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “You always have them, especially when you can’t sleep.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at the memory. “Oh, right. Funny story,” you said, a wry smile spreading across your lips. “I kind of… broke them today.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “How the fuck did you manage that?”

“No swearing, Mr. Choi! A dollar into the swear jar!”

“Goddamn it,” he grumbled, and you just watched him with a big grin on your face as he trotted to a small table across the room and reached into his pockets for some money.

“Anyways,” you began, “I was trying to untangle the cord, but it just had this goddamn impossible knot. So I thought, ‘I’ll just give it a little yank to loosen it up.’” You gestured with your hands to show how exactly you’d pulled on the cord. “Except… it wasn’t a little yank. I guess I don’t know my own strength, because the whole thing literally snapped right in half.”

Jongho let out an adorable giggle as he dropped a dollar into the swear jar, shaking his head in disbelief. “Seems like we're spending too much time together,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. “First, you're breaking stuff with your bare hands, and next thing you know, you'll be lifting weights in the gym like me.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Oh, please. I think I’ll leave the muscle-building to you, Mr. Choi. I don't think I could even surpass Wooyoung.” 

“Well, good thing I’m here to help you out if you ever have to fight him.” He paused, briefly glancing toward the hallway.  But about your earphones, I think I actually have a spare pair in my room somewhere. Want me to go grab them for you?” 

Your eyes widened a little. “You sure? I don’t want to take your extra pair.”

Jongho waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I don’t use them much anyway,” he said, already rising from the couch before you could stop him. “Besides, I’d rather you have something to help you sleep.” He threw you a reassuring look as he headed down the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

You smiled fondly, letting out a heartfelt sound. 

What a helpless fool you were.

And it didn't even face you anymore.

You heard some rummaging sounds and then, as quickly as he left, Jongho returned, holding a pair of earphones in his right hand.

“Found them,” he said, dropping them into your lap with a smile. “They might not be as good as your old ones, but they should do the trick.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you stared down at the earphones in your lap. “Thanks, Jongho. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” he said, sitting back down beside you. “So, what have you been listening to lately? Anything good?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his question. Oh no. There it was. The one question you’d been dreading for weeks. Because how on earth were you supposed to casually admit that you’d been listening to his covers on loop every night to fall asleep? How could you even begin to explain that hearing his voice was the only thing that seemed to quiet your restless mind? That every time you saw him, all you could think about was his heavenly voice?

You blinked a few times, scrambling for a response. “Oh, um… you know. Just... nature sounds.”

“Nature sounds?” Jongho raised an eyebrow, trying hard not to let out a sound of disbelief, but his lips slowly turning into a grin betrayed him. “What, like rain and thunderstorms?”

“What? No- I mean yeah, exactly!” You latched onto the excuse, nodding quickly. “The sound of rain hitting the window, thunder rumbling in the distance... It’s, um, super relaxing. You should try it out too!”

Jongho let out a chuckle. “You’re telling me that after all the music recommendations I’ve given you, you’re still just listening to… the weather?”

You squirmed under his amused gaze, feeling like you were digging yourself deeper into a hole you no longer could escape. “I mean, who doesn’t love a good rainstorm? It’s... very atmospheric.”

He tilted his head, his smirk widening. “You’re not secretly listening to those white noise apps, are you? The ones with whale sounds and stuff?”

You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up even more. “Okay, fine, you caught me. It’s... whale noises. That’s my secret. I’m a whale sound enthusiast. Go whales… or something like that.”

Jongho’s laughter filled the room, his shoulders shaking as he leaned back on the couch. “Oh my god, I did not see that coming. When you talk with our fellow students about music you always have such an exquisite taste.”

“Don’t judge me!” you whined, though you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Whale songs are actually very calming, okay? Very... melodic.”

“I’m not judging,” he said, but his smirk told another story, “Just... surprised, that’s all.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, quickly hiding under the covers and putting your newly gifted earphones in your ear.

For a while, nothing but silence lingered between you two.

And while you were finally close to him, not just physically, something dimmed the sheer happiness you should be feeling right now. After weeks of wanting this - an evening alone, just the two of you, with no distractions - here he finally was, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His relaxed smile and the easy way he stretched out on the couch, clearly comfortable around you, made you weak in the knees. You wanted to keep talking, keep him here just a little longer. But another, more pressing urge that you could no longer suppress tugged at you too: the desperate need for sleep.

Again, you glanced down at the earphones he’d handed you, feeling your face heat up at the thought. You knew they’d bring you some relief, and, well… they’d help you finally drift off. But the problem was, you didn’t want him to know just what you’d be listening to. Jongho had given you endless music recommendations over the past few months, and each time, you’d nodded along and pretended to take notes. Yet every night, without fail, you’d go back to his voice - the gentle, captivating sound of his covers that somehow eased every last worry from your mind.

But listening to them now, with him here, just felt… impossible. What if he caught on? Or worse, what if he asked what you were listening to again? You’d already given him the whale-song excuse, and he seemed to find it hilarious. But if he pressed further, if he somehow guessed the truth, you didn’t know how you’d face him.

Would he find it… weird? Perhaps even creepy how obsessed you were with him?

You took a deep breath before turning your gaze back to him. Jongho glanced at you, a playful smile still lingering on his lips as he reclined back against the couch.

“Honestly,” he said, “it’s good to finally just sit and do nothing for once. Feels like it's been ages since we could hang out without something due the next day.”

You let out a sigh of relief, nodding along. “Yeah, really… It’s kind of like I’ve forgotten what ‘free time’ is supposed to feel like.”

He leaned his head back, stretching his arms out with a relaxed sigh. His shirt rose up a little, exposing just the tiniest amount of skin, and you almost went feral.

Almost.

Thank god you had a good poker face. 

“Well, now that we’re free… I hope you’ll be up for some movie nights or coffee runs together. You know, normal human activities,” he said with a slight grin. “We might finally have time for them now.”

You bit your lip, trying not to appear too eager. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“...Maybe we could even plan a trip somewhere fun. Like a quick weekend thing—hey, are you falling asleep on me?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement as he noticed your head beginning to droop.

You blinked, trying to fight it off, but the weariness was impossible to ignore. “N-no, I’m still here,” you mumbled, barely coherent.

“Tell me something,” he suddenly said.

“Hm? Like… a sudden deep talk?”

He shook his head. “No, something funny. Something you've never told anyone before.”

You blinked, still caught in that dreamy, half-asleep haze, but his question pulled you back a bit, sparking a soft laugh. “Something I’ve never told anyone?” you murmured, glancing up at him, your mind trying to pull together something coherent.

He nodded, giving you an expectant look, waiting expectantly for your answer.

“Alright,” you said, after pulling something out of your memories. “So, you know the song Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur?”

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling as he nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

“Well…” You cleared your throat, fighting off the urge to blush. “There was a point where I listened to it… let’s just say, an embarrassingly high number of minutes. Like… 4,400 minutes. Just that song. On repeat.”

His eyes widened, and he stared at you in disbelief. “4,400 minutes?!” He laughed, shaking his head. “Are you serious? You listened to the same song for what… almost three days?”

“Don’t do the math!” you groaned, burying your face in your hands as he laughed even harder, his whole body practically shaking. “It’s not like it was all at once! It was spread out over months… I think.”

He grinned, clearly amused. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you that. But I have to know - why that song? What’s the obsession?”

You hesitated, looking away, unsure if you could say it outright. Because it made me think of you, you wanted to admit. But there was no way you could say that.

Because… wasn't it still too early? 

Though you knew - or well, hoped - that there was something, anything, between you, it all felt too fast. 

But maybe even that was just your insecurities speaking again.

“It… just helped me feel calm,” you finally said, settling on something true yet safe. “Like, I could close my eyes and forget everything for a few minutes. It felt… peaceful, I guess. I really needed this at that time.”

Jongho’s expression softened immediately  “I get it,” he murmured. “Music can do that. It’s like… sometimes, you just need a sound that's just for you.” He glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “I’m glad this was your song.”

“My song…,” you mumbled.

His words made your heart flutter, but your tired mind could no longer keep up. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and you could barely keep yourself upright. You didn’t even realize you’d started to lean on him until you felt his shoulder beneath your cheek.

“You really are falling asleep on me, aren’t you?” he asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You grumbled something unintelligible, too far gone to form words. But as you drifted off, you felt his arm settle around you, warm and steady just like his whole persona, holding you close. The last thing you heard was his soft chuckle and a quiet, barely-there murmur that made your heart race, even in sleep.

“May you dream of the happiest melody, Y/N.”

And you did. Along with his beautiful, beautiful voice.

“Damn, it’s quiet in here today,” you mumbled, glancing around the mostly empty restaurant as you slid into the booth across from Wooyoung, San, and Yunho.

“Probably because everyone else is buried in textbooks,” Yunho said with a sigh, rubbing his tired eyes. “These exams are no joke.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes dramatically. “Speak for yourself. I’m practically living at the library these days. I didn’t sign up for this level of suffering.”

San nodded, looking equally exhausted. “Same here. Every time I close my eyes, I just see formulas. It’s like they’re burned into my brain. At times I feel like I can even smell them.”

“-How the fuck do formulas smell man?!”

You chuckled, trying not to let the mention of exams raise your own stress levels again. Life was horrible, really. After just finishing a big assignment you only got such little free time with Jongho before being thrown into the next stressful time period. “Don’t worry, guys. Spring break is just around the corner. We just have to survive a little longer.”

Wooyoung smirked, leaning forward with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, but by the way, I don’t see you here with Jongho today. What happened? Couldn’t convince your pookie bear to take a break with you?”

You felt your cheeks flush as they all stared at you shamelessly, clearly enjoying your reaction. “He’s just busy with his study group, that’s all. Unlike you guys, he actually does something for his grades without complaining every five minutes.”

Yunho snickered. “Well, then he’s missing out. At least we make it fun.”

San grinned. “Honestly, though, you two do seem to be spending a lot of time together lately. Practically glued at the hip. When are you finally going to confess?”

Your face heated up instantly, and you felt your mouth go dry at San’s question. “W-What? Confess? What are you talking about?” You tried to laugh it off, waving your hand dismissively, but the guys weren’t buying it.

Wooyoung gasped, leaning in closer with a smirk. “Oh my god, you haven’t told him, have you? You’re seriously killing me here! It’s so obvious to everyone else I'm wondering how he hasn't realized it himself yet.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks reddening immediately betrayed you. “It’s not like that, okay? Jongho and I are just...we’re just friends who happen to enjoy spending time together. That’s all.”

Yunho scoffed playfully. “Yeah, right. Just friends. You realize that whenever he’s around, you can’t take your eyes off him, right? You’re not exactly subtle.”

San nudged Wooyoung beside him with his elbow, grinning. “And Jongho? He lights up every time you’re nearby. I've never seen him smile like that!”

“Well maybe that's because you don't know him that well-”

“-Y/N!”

You buried your face in your hands, feeling equal parts embarrassment and frustration. “Can we please not talk about this right now? Seriously, I came here to relax, not to get grilled on my nonexistent love life.”

Wooyoung chuckled, patting your hand reassuringly. Though you sensed he had a lot more to say, he seemed to take mercy on you. “Alright, alright, we’ll stop - for now. But mark my words, if you don’t make a move soon, we’re staging an intervention. It's slowly driving me insane.”

“Alright, so spring break - any plans?” you asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from any more embarrassing teasing.

Yunho perked up immediately. “Yes! Beach trip. I’m craving some sun and waves, honestly.”

“Count me in,” San said, leaning back with a grin. “But none of that hiking or early morning stuff. Or the others will surely complain again.”

They all laughed, nodding in agreement, and the conversation drifted into a comfortable, lighthearted debate over the best spots to visit and various activities to squeeze in. But as they threw out endless ideas, you couldn’t help but think about Jongho, wishing he could join you guys for spring break. The thought of him laughing and unwinding together with the group you deemed family, tugged at your heart. But you weren’t sure if he’d be up for it.

There was a good chance he’d already have plans with his family or his own circle of friends. You weren’t sure he’d be into the idea of tagging along with your friends. After all, he might still choose a quiet week with his family.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize you'd gone quiet until Yunho carefully nudged you. "Earth to Y/N? Thinking about someone in particular you’d like to invite?" His eyes sparkled with that all-too-familiar mischief.

You felt your face heat up again. "W-What? No, I was just thinking it'd be nice to get everyone together, you know? All of us, no stress...and, well, maybe if I were to ask Jongho, it'd be good to have a plan.”

Wooyoung threw his head back in exasperation. "Ugh, I swear if you don’t invite him, we’re doing it for you."

“Fine, fine,” you said, chuckling. “If we can all figure out what we’re doing, maybe I’ll bring it up to him. No promises, though.”

San smirked. “That's all we needed to hear. We'll take care of the rest.”

Just as you all finally settled into comfortable silence, the server arrived with your food, and everyone’s attention quickly turned to the plates being set down. It was exactly what you all needed: comforting, warm, and ever so tasty. For the first few minutes, the only sounds were forks and spoons clinking against plates and contented sighs as each of you dug in.

“Damn, this place always hits the spot,” San mumbled through a mouthful, already reaching for another helping. You just laughed as all of them devoured their plates like animals. “I swear, it’s the only good thing that’s happened all week.”

Yunho nodded, still chewing. “Honestly, if we just survive this semester, we should come back and order everything on the menu to celebrate.”

You agreed, mumbling something no one could understand as you immediately took another bite. The food was too good, and, for a while, everyone focused on just enjoying their meals. Conversations drifted between lighthearted topics - TV shows everyone was watching, the latest music releases, funny memes on TikTok - until finally, you all started to slow down, plates empty and stomachs full.

Leaning back, you stretched a little, rubbing your belly satisfied. “I’m going to hit the restroom before we head out. I’ll meet you guys outside?”

The guys nodded, already beginning to gather their things after paying for the meal. As you slid out of the booth and walked away, you heard Wooyoung’s voice echo teasingly, “Don’t take too long, Y/N! I still want to go and check out that new store at the end of the street!”

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed down the hall. By the time you returned to the entrance, they were all waiting, bundled up and leaning casually against the doorway.

As you stepped out of the restaurant, you took out your phone, scrolling absentmindedly to catch up on a few missed notifications. A few messages from your friends, Amazon telling you one of the items you want was on sale and so on. The guys were walking just ahead of you, laughing about something Wooyoung had said, and for a moment, you fell behind, trying to type while still watching the road ahead of you.

But then something made you stop short, your thumb frozen mid-swipe.

Right there, on Jongho’s cover account, was a new post - one you weren’t expecting. The title stopped your heart: “Falling Like the Stars.” 

You paused, thumb hovering over the screen as your heart thundered in your chest. Jongho had posted this song - your song. The one you’d told him about so excitedly, just a few nights ago, when he asked you about something you never told anyone before. You could practically hear your own words echoing back at you: “It… just helped me feel calm.”

He’d listened. Jongho had actually listened - and not only remembered but went so far as to cover the song himself. 

The others had started walking ahead, their voices mingling with the busy sounds of everyday life around you as they headed toward the shop Wooyoung wanted to visit. But you couldn’t move. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen, where Jongho’s cover account stared back at you.

And at that very moment, you knew. 

You knew that he knew.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, the boys having stopped in their tracks and looking at you with confusion written all over their faces.

“I- yeah. I’m… I’m fine, I just…” Words failed you as you looked at each of their faces, one by one, not knowing how to act, what to say, what to do.

You tried to stammer out an excuse, barely piecing together a coherent thought as your mind raced. “I’m sorry, guys. I just- there’s something I have to do. Right now. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” The words tumbled out, rushed and a little breathless, as if you didn’t say them now, you’d lose the nerve.

And you felt like you really might.

“Look,” you said, “I just… I need to go. I’ll text you later!”

Without waiting, you turned on your heel, your legs already moving before you’d fully registered what the fuck you were doing. 

You barely noticed the familiar streets flying by as you sprinted the few blocks to your shared flat with Jongho. Heart pounding, half from the run and half from the thrill of what lay ahead, you finally rounded the last corner and saw the front of the building come into view.

By the time you reached your door, you were completely out of breath but determined, fumbling with your keys until the lock finally clicked. You pushed the door open, chest heaving, and there he was - sitting at the small dining table, headphones on, leaning over a notebook. He looked up, startled at the sound of the door, eyes widening as he saw you standing there, still desperately catching your breath.

“Y/N?” He pulled his headphones down, brow furrowed. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“S-since when did you know, Choi Jongho?!”

For a second, he remained completely silent. Even his body stopped moving, and he just… looked at you.

And you looked at him.

It was as if time was frozen still.

He slowly shifted in his chair, setting the headphones aside as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.

“It was… when you fell asleep on me,” he began, his voice steady despite the tension hanging in the air. “I carried you to your room, and when I was putting you down, I saw my account open on your laptop.”

His gaze held yours, a flicker of something sincere reflecting in his eyes. “That’s when I knew. And that’s when I decided to post that cover.”

“I-” You suddenly felt the urgent need to defend yourself. And so, with cheeks as red as your favourite type of flowers, you hastily said: “Please don't think I'm obsessed with you or something! I-i seriously didn't know for a long while and- God, this is so awkward- a-and I didn't even mean to find it! If you think I stalked you, I can assure you I really-”

“Y/N-”

“No Jongho, seriously let me explai-”

Before you could even realize what happened, Jongho had already closed the distance between you and was now standing in front of you, tall and strong and commanding, with a look in his eyes that made your heart skip and your knees weak. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and then, without a warning, his lips were one yours, and you were melting away in his arms.

Your mouth willingly opened to his, and your tongues met for the briefest instance before he pulled away, panting and looking at you like a meal he wanted to devour.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said, voice husky and filled with a primal need that mirrored your own. “And I'm honored you like my covers this much. Seriously, I- how could you ever think I'd be creeped out? You've done nothing wrong, silly woman.”

He chuckled, and it made all the tension in your body disappear, and you couldn't help but to hide your face behind your hands and laugh along with him.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You melted against him, his strong body completely enveloping you. You inhaled deeply, letting the familiar scent of him wash over you - something musky yet sweet, with a hint of laundry detergent.

He laid his head atop yours, his hands slowly finding a protective  place on your hips. You both stood in silence for a moment, the world outside completely  fading away. You could hear the soft thud of his heart, steady and reassuring, syncing with your own rapid beats.

“Y/N…” he murmured softly, breaking the peaceful silence after a while. “You know… I actually wanted to quit that account for a while now.” The sudden shift in his tone caught your attention, and you looked up, surprised.

“Why?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so talented. You shouldn’t give up on something you love.”

He sighed, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression serious. “It just… it felt like no one cared. I was starting to think that maybe my covers weren’t good enough. But then I found out you listened to it, and… and it made me realize that maybe not a lot of people might listen, but at least you are.”

Your fingers gently cradled Jongho's face, your thumbs brushing along his cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. You couldn't help but smile at him, your heart swelling with affection. “You have no idea how much I love your voice,” you said softly. “It’s the only thing that helps me fall asleep at night. I’d listen to your covers over and over again, and they’d calm my racing thoughts. I- I fell for you even before we became roommates, you know? I saw you on campus with your friends, in class and… I… it hit me so fast and hard. And then we became roommates, and then-”

“Psst,” he laid a finger over your lips, and you looked up at him, confused, “You talk too much, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and husky. “When we could be doing this instead.” With that, he moved his hand, sliding it down the curve of your back, making you arch into his touch involuntarily.

In one swift motion, Jongho lifted you off your feet, his strong arms wrapping around you like a steel cage. You let out a startled laugh, quickly turning into a moan as you felt his hard body pressed against yours. Instinctively, you locked your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

His lips crashed down on yours, hungry and demanding. Jongho devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, tangling with yours in a heated dance. You could taste the hint of mint from his toothpaste, mixed with the unique flavor that was purely Jongho. It was a taste you craved for months now, and you eagerly responded, matching his hunger.

Pulling back slightly, he teased your lips, nibbling gently on your top lip before sucking it into his warm mouth. You whimpered, feeling the sensitivity of your lips as he lavished attention on them. His tongue traced the outline of it, making you shiver as he repeated the action on your bottom lip.

“God, I love your lips,” he breathed against your mouth, his voice hoarse with desire. “So soft and responsive.”

You giggled, a little breathless, as he continued to pepper kisses along your jawline, nipping and sucking gently. “I love your mouth too, Jongho,” you managed to say between kisses. “And your voice... it drives me wild.”

He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter tickling your skin. “Oh, I know, baby. But… you haven't heard anything yet, baby.”

With that, he set you down gently, his hands roaming over your body, mapping every curve and dip. He worshipped your body with his touch, his fingers trailing fire along your skin. He unbuttoned your blouse slowly, revealing your lace bra, and you shivered as his fingertips brushed against your exposed skin.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to touch every inch of you.”

You reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to explore his body as well. As you pulled it over his head, your breath caught at the sight of his strong chest and arms. His skin was warm and smooth, and you couldn't resist running your hands over his muscular frame.

“Feel how hard you make me,” he groaned, stopping your exploring hands and instead guiding them to the prominent bulge in his pants. You gasped at the size of his erection, feeling the length and thickness through the fabric. “I've been waiting to be inside you, Y/N. To feel your tight pussy around my cock.”

Your core clenched at his words, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. “I want that too, Jongho,” you whispered,”I- ah, I want to feel you, all of you.”

He wasted no time in removing your clothes, his skilled hands efficiently unfastening your bra and sliding off your pants. Soon, you were both naked, standing in the middle of the room, desire burning in both your eyes.

Jongho's hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, making you arch into his touch. “Ah I see, my girl likes when I play with her nipples, doesn't she?” he whispered, his breath hot in your ear. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“I-I want you," you panted, reaching down to stroke his rigid length. “I want to feel you inside me, to ride you, to taste you…”

He groaned, his body trembling at your touch. “Then take me, baby. Show me how much you want me.”

Guiding you to the bed, he laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. He kissed you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of the passionate dance you already took earlier.

Straddling his hips, you positioned yourself above his throbbing cock, feeling the head nudge against your wet entrance. And then, slowly, you sank down, taking him inch by agonizing inch, your inner walls stretching to accommodate his impressive size.

“Oh, fuck,” Jongho hissed, his hands gripping your hips as you descended. “You're so tight, Y/N. So wet and hot.”

You moaned, feeling incredibly full as you took him all the way inside. You sat still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation of being completely impaled on his thick shaft.

“Move, Y/N,” he urged, his voice strained. “Fucking ride me, baby.”

You began to move, slowly at first, rising and falling, taking him in and out of your heated core. As you picked up the pace, Jongho's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

“That's it, baby,” he growled, his eyes fixed on where your bodies joined. “Fuck, you look so sexy riding me.”

His words spurred you on, and you quickened your movements, your hips rolling as you rode him as hard as you possibly could. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, your moans, and Jongho's husky encouragements.

“That's it, take all of me,” he grunted, his hands gripping your thighs, guiding your movements. “You're so tight around my cock, Y/N. I'm gonna come so hard inside you.”

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. You leaned forward, your hands bracing against his chest as you quickened your pace, driving him deeper with each thrust.

“Yes, Y/N, just like that,” he groaned, his hips rising to meet your downward strokes. “Fuck, you're so tight,” he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. “I can feel every inch of you squeezing me. You're gonna make me cum so hard.”

You could feel the pressure building in your core, the pleasure mounting with each and every thrust. Your body trembled, your muscles clenching around his thick shaft as you rode him with abandon. The sensation was overwhelming, almost making you drown in it entirely. 

“Jongho, I'm so close,” you gasped, your voice breaking, “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-”

“Yes, baby, cum for me,” he urged, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. “Let me feel you cum around my cock. Let me feel you milking me dry.”

The sensation of his fingers on your nipples was the final push you needed. Your body tensed, your vision blurring as the orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. You screamed his name, your voice echoing in the room as your inner muscles clamped down on his shaft, milking him with desperate, rhythmic pulses.

“Jongho! Oh, God, Jongho!”

He groaned in response, his body shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside you. His hands tightened on your breasts, his nails digging into your skin as he spilled his release, filling you with hot, thick spurts of his seed.

You collapsed onto his chest, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. His arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close as he panted, his heart pounding against your ear.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You're incredible. I've never felt anything like that.”

You nuzzled into his neck, your breath warm against his skin. “Neither have I,” you murmured, “That was... amazing.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “We're not done yet, baby,” he said and you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “Oh, really?” you asked, your voice dripping with anticipation. “What do you have in mind?”

A low chuckle escaped him. “You see… for that, you might have to cancel any plans you might have for the upcoming spring break, because in no fucking world am I gonna let you leave this goddamn apartment before I haven't tried every position that exists out there.”

You feigned a pout, placing a hand over your heart in mock despair. “Oh no, what will I tell the boys?”

“I'll make sure to come up with a very, very believable excuse for them, baby.”

[marshedmallowes]

Like anything miles 1610. I feel like everyone is writing for miles 42 and forgetting about the og!

midnight cravings - miles morales

SUMMARY: texts at 3am + a mcdonalds notif = a recipe for chaos

WORD COUNT: 561

A/N: i love midnight snacking. mcdonalds always hits harder at 2 in the morning! also sorry i keep writing miles in like situations where he isnt usually 100% Himself (sleepy, sick) so um,.. i will get to a proper one soon

WARNINGS: nothing seriously bad just fluff, food i guess, reader doesn't know miles is spiderman, reader is highkey a simp

"Ugh..." You wake up with a groan, rubbing your eyes and assessing your surroundings. Noticing the still-dark environment surrounding you, you reach out for your phone which was on the bedside table.

2:42 AM. The phone lights blare onto your face, causing you to squint. As you scroll through your notifications, two catch your eye— a text bubble from Miles sent a few minutes ago, and a promo from McDonalds for their new meal.

Miles’ message was rather cryptic, and a normal person wouldn’t understand what “ruawkkekkrkx” meant. But a few months of these kind of typos (which meant Miles was either on patrol or barely awake), and one learns the language.

On the other hand, the McDonalds notif… if it was a propaganda technique, it was definitely working on you. You click on the advertisement, and damn did that chicken burger look good…

You decide to go back to Miles’ text. After opening the app and keyboard, your fingers feel too heavy to type… so you tap on the call button instead.

After exactly three rings, he picks up; in place of his normally spunky voice was a low, raspy one.

“Hey. You good? What’s with the random call?” Damn, his voice was unintentionally sultry as hell. Would it be weird if you started screen recording? He wouldn't know, right?

Ahem. Anyway.

"Oh, I'm fine, a little hungry though. I just didn't wanna type. Um, nice voice by the way." You hear a chuckle through the screen.

"So, you hungry? I mean, I could like, get you a snack or whatever."

"It is literally 3 in the morning right now." Though you expressed disapproval at what he said, your facial muscles tugged into a smile.

"Whatchu want?"

One link to a McDonalds meal later, you're patiently waiting in a now dimly lit room, phone in hand and still in bed. You decide to watch a show while waiting.

You're midway through your show, engrossed in a particular fight scene when you hear your window open with a click. Your fight or flight senses kick in, and you jump out of your bed and grab your phone and lamp (it's the nearest weapon, so...).

You watch as a dark figure comes out of the window in fear, you are ready to swing your lamp and dial your nearest police station when the figure raises both their hands in the air, to signify peace...?

The person pulls up their mask to show their face, one that you'd instantly recognize anywhere.

"Miles!"

You drop everything and sprint to his arms— literally nothing, not even a meteor, could stop you at that moment from wrapping yourself around his lean figure. Miles places his hands on your back, and the two of you relish in each other's presence.

You wish the two of you could stay like that forever, but the enticing smell of a chicken burger and drink eventually draw your attention towards it and you pull away from him.

"Can we talk about how the hell you got to my window with me living in the 21st floor? I seriously thought that the moment you clicked open the window was going to be my last for a few seconds."

Miles smiles and slightly bites his lips, and God forbid the kinds of things you would do for this man.

"Maybe over a chicken burger?"

a/n: to be completely honest i cringed so hard typing this fanfic but i just need to finish it so i hope none of you umm.. feel what im feeling rn at my own writing...

[adrienneleclerc]

Grovel

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Walter begs Y/N for forgiveness after something that will test their relationship happens

Warnings: CHEATING, angst, spelling and grammar mistakes

A/N: based on April Jai’s unreleased song “Grovel”, I have no idea when it will be released but I can't wait for the song. This also doesn't follow Night Hunter/NOMIS canon, Walter is 40, Y/N is 32

Walter Marshall thought that after his divorce with Angie, he was not going to find someone else. He believed he came with a lot of baggage because he is a homicide detective, that was until he met Y/N, a nurse.

Y/N was the one that treated Walter's bullet wound when he was on the Simon case and when he sees her in a bar a month later, they hit it off and went on 5 dates before Walter decided to ask her to be his girlfriend.

5 years later, they are still together and Y/N has moved into Walter's house and they are so happy and in love.

Until tonight.

It all started 3 days ago, it was 4 in the afternoon and Y/N was getting out of the hospital. Her car was in the shop and Walter said that he would gladly drop her off and pick her up. 10 minutes later, Walter picked her up.

"Hello, darling, how was your shift today?" Walter asked, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

"It was good, a little tiring, but nothing a cuban coffee can't fix. How was your day, Oso?" Y/N asked.

"Stressful as fuck." Walter muttered.

"You're still on that case?" Y/N asked.

"Yes. We have no leads, it is like this guy is always three steps ahead and its pissing me the fuck off." Walter huffed out. Y/N took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb over his hand in an attept to soothe him.

"You'll get this guy, i'm sure of it." Y/N said.

When they got home, Y/N saw the folders, clue board, everything that Walter had in his office at the police department was in his living room.

"You're working from home?" Y/N asked.

"I figured it would be better to focus all my attention on this case so I brought some of the files home, i hope that's okay." Walter said, sitting down at the table to look over things he might have missed with this case.

“Yeah it’s fine, Oso, that’s your job. Just don’t work too hard, okay? Sleep is not for the weak.” Y/N says.

“I know, love, I won’t turn into a zombie.” Walter said and they kissed.

Which brings us to tonight, Y/N took an Uber home because Walter’s phone was turned off. When Y/N entered the house, she found Walter drinking coffee in the living room, the same way she left him this morning and the day before.

“How was your day, Walter?” Y/N asked. Walter ignored her, writing notes on the case. “Well, my day was good, I worked with some of the pediatric patients, el día fue súper leve.”

“Y/N, I’m trying to work here.” Walter said.

“I see that, but you haven’t moved from this spot. Have you eaten? La estufa sigue igual de limpio, have you been living off coffee?” Y/N asked. Walter stayed silent. “Okay, fine, did you buy what I asked you to get?”

“You said I haven’t moved from this spot so clearly I haven’t gotten what you asked for.” Walter snapped, looking up from the table.

“No me hables así, eh, ni siquiera mi papá le habla así a mi mamá, Don’t try me, Walter.” Y/N said as she walked to the kitchen.

“Ugh, even Angie wasn’t such a bitch.” Walter muttered and Y/N stopped to turn around.

“You know what, you’re stressed, you haven’t eaten, you’re probably sleep deprived, let me just cook and we can talk after you take a nap, okay.” Y/N said but Walter then slammed his hands on the table.

“I am not a child, Y/N, you don’t have to smother me, and you are most certainly not my wife so stop acting like it.” Walter raised his voice and Y/N widened her eyes.

“I May not be your wife but I am your girlfriend, and I deserve to be respected, Walter.” Y/N said.

“I am not going to sit here and be nagged by you, I’m going out.” Walter huffed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Y/N shouted.

“Out! Are you having trouble hearing me more than usual?” Walter asked as he left the house, closing the door behind him.

“Ugh, me encabrona!” Y/N shouted. This was their first big fight. Y/N calmed down a little and she wanted to cry because she just drove her boyfriend out of his house.

Walter sat in his truck to calm down a little. “FUCK!” Walter shouted, hitting his steering wheel. He drove somewhere he thought he would stop visiting after Faye went away to college; Angie’s house.

Walter rang her doorbell and Angie opened the door in Jeans and a sweater.

“Walter? What are you doing here? Faye doesn’t come back until spring break.” Angie said.

“I know, I came to talk to you.” Walter said.

“You should have called, this isn’t a good time.” Angie said.

“I think I messed things up with Y/N.” Walter said. Angie sighed and moved out of the way so Walter can come in. Angie walked to the couch and patted on the empty space next to her.

“Tell me everything. Y/N seems very sweet, kinda young, but she’s a good person, what the hell did you do?” Angie asked him

“I’ve been too focused on this case that i forgot to pick her up from her job since they are working on her car, I yelled at her, basically called her a bitch, and disrespected her. She just wanted to to take care of me, to stop me from getting burnout, and I yelled at her and disrespected her. Saying that she should stop acting like she’s my wife.” Walter said. His eyes were tearing up.

“Wow, that’s a lot to unpack.” Angie said.

“Why did we get a divorce, Angie?” Walter asked.

Why are you asking me that?” Angie asked.

“Was it me? Was I the problem?” Walter asked. Angie looked at him, saw that Walter looked practically broken.

“Listen, Walter, we got married in our early 20s. We were young, we weren’t going to last anyway. You tried your hardest to make me happy, and i was happy with you for a while. You are a great father to Faye, you put your all in our relationship, but you are also a workaholic.” Angie said softly. “It’s not a bad thing, you’re a cop, someone has to get the bad guys, right? I couldn’t handle that because I’m not used to it. But Y/N is a nurse, right? A nurse and a cop, what could be better than that? She knows the heavy workload you have because she has the same.”

“So what you’re saying it that I pushed away the one person who could possibly understand me.” Walter said.

“Sorta. You shouldn’t have yelled at her, she was just trying to get you to relax and eat, God knows how much I tried to get you to eat back when you were still on the SWAT Team.” Angie said.

“My job is stressful, Angie, you know that.” Walter said.

“And so does she. I’m sure you’ll make it right.” Angie said. Then Walter’s stomach growled and bleh of them laughed.

“Yeah, Y/N wasn’t lying when she said I was living off coffee, do you have anything to eat?” Walter asked.

“I Can order us takeout. You want Chinese, Italian, or Latin food?” Angie asked, holding out the menus she keeps in a kitchen drawer.

“Latin food.” Walter said, already missing Y/N’s cooking.

“You got it, detective.” Angie said.

While Y/N was drinking wine, eating ice cream, and watching movies that make her cry (for me it’s how to train your dragon, Beethoven, elemental, I’m a sensitive and emotion person, okay), Walter was getting nostalgic with Angie, eating and drinking.

"Remember that time you stayed up with me for a case when I just started working as a homicide detective?" Walter asked, eating a piece of chicken with his rice.

"Oh my god, yes, I was so tired, I think I crashed around 4am, I was exhausted at work." Angie said.

"I told you that you didn't have to stay up, but you were so stubborn and made us coffee after you put Faye to bed." Walter said.

"I had to support my husband." Angie said, taking a sip of wine.

More time went on, they finished the bottle of wine, and one thing led to another, Walter kissed Angie.

Y/N saw that the time was 10pm and Walter still hasn't come home yet. She got off the couch and unlocked her phone to call Walter, it went to voicemail after a few rings.

"Hey Oso, please come back home. We both have said some things, you mostly, but I really want to talk about this, I'm sorry if I nag you, that is not my intention, I just love you so much and I want you to take care of yourself, bye." Y/N left the voicemail and went to the bedroom she shared with Walter and Walter and Angie were too busy undressing each other on their way to her bedroom to notice his phone vibrating on the kitchen counter.

Walter lied awake in bed, with Angie by his side, Angie was asleep, both were naked.

"What have I done?" Walter wondered out loud in a whisper. He tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he just sees what happened with Angie.

It was 8 in the morning and Y/N did not have to go in for work. She went downstairs and Walter still wasn't back home. Meanwhile Walter was putting his clothes back on.

"This never should have happened." Walter stated, zipping up his pants.

"You think I'm thrilled we slept together? I'm married! I'm just happy he has a business trip in Boston." Angie said, putting on her bathrobe.

"Where is my phone?" Walter asked, looking throgh her bedroom.

"It's probably downstairs on the kitchen counter. Have a safe trip home, make up with Y/N, I'll see you when Faye comes back." Angie said. Walter went downstairs and turned on his phone. He saw a voicemail from Y/N. He played the voicemail and his eyes strated tearing up.

"I am such a wanker." Walter muttered. He walked out of the house and got into his truck to go back home. He saw Y/N’s car in the driveway. He spent a few mintues in his truck crying, thinking about how he should tell Y/N. Its worse if she finds out later so it is better to be truthful now. He got out of the car, walked into the house and saw Y/N making pancakes.

"Oso, you're back!" Y/N exclaimed, leaving the mixing bowl on the counter and walked over to him, pulling him into a hug. "Listen, I promise not to 'nag' you as much if you promise to take care of yourself. I am not trying to smother you, I just don't want you to burn yourself out, okay?" Y/N pulled away from the hug and saw that Walter's eyes were red. "Hey, whats wrong?" Y/N asked, she was about to wipe his tears when Walter took her hands in his and pushed them away.

"We need to talk." Walter said.

"Okay, can it wait?" Y/N asked.

"No, it can't." Walter said. Y/N looked at him, his face was serious. She nodded and took off her apron, followed Walter into the living room and sat on the couch. Walter had her hands in his. "Something happened when i left. But I'm letting you know now that it meant nothing and that I completely regret it."

"Walter, you're scaring me, what did you do?" Y/N asked, her voice breaking as her eyes became glassy.

"I drove to Angie's house. I need clarity, I just fought with you and I know i messed up really bad but I didn't know if it would have been the end. I asked Angie why we got divorced, I asked if it was the problem with our argument." Walter said, carefully looking at Y/N's reactions to his words. "She came to the conclusion that you and I are perfect for each other and that I should be more open to accepting your help, that I was pushing you away. We were reliving our good moments, we were eating drinking, and then we..." Walter was cut off by Y/N putting her hand up.

"You slept with your ex wife?" Y/N asked.

"Yes.” Walter admitted.

“You slept with your ex-wife after she told you that you and I were practically perfect for each other?” Y/N asked again.

“Yes.” Walter whispered. Y/N nodded and took her hands out of Walter’s, she walked to the kitchen and Walter trailed behind her. He observed how she picked up the mixing bowl and continued to mix the batter before turning on the stove and pouring the mix with a ladle onto the pan. “Say something, anything.” Walter said. Y/N remained silent until she finished making pancakes and the mixing bowl was empty.

“You wanna know what I did when you left me on our home? I cried because I had no idea where you were going. I was drinking wine and purposely watching movies that I know will make me cry because you were gone for hours and did send me a text to let me know you were alright. We never had a fight like this, Walter, Never, in our 5 years of dating. And the first thing you do is go to your ex-wife’s house? After you told me that Angie wasn’t as much as a bitch as I was? Do you see how messed up that is?” Y/N asked Walter with tears in her eyes.

“It didn’t mean anything, Y/N, I swear.” Walter said.

“Oh please Walter, you guys were married for what, 9 years? You loved each other, Walter. Maybe you still love each other, I don’t know. What I do know is that feelings were involved, Walter. It’s is different than sleeping with a random woman, which I would still be angry about by the way. You cheating on me with Angie is much worse than a random hookup.” Y/N explained, trying to hold on her tears.

“It was a mistake, Y/N, we were drunk.” Walter said.

“Oh, you were drunk, I guess that makes it better, then.” Y/N commented sarcastically. Me vale madre if you were drunk or not, we were still together.” Y/N said.

“I can make it better, please. I’m sorry I hurt you, I shouldn’t have left you, it was bad judgment on my part.” Walter said, he was going to wrap his arm around her when Y/N moved away.

“Now is not the time Walter.” Y/N said.

“What happened to Oso?” Walter asked.

“You lost that nickname the minute you slept with Angie. The worst part about ALL OF THIS is that you needed her to tell you that we were perfect for each other. You needed confirmation from another person, you couldn’t just take my word for it. You didn’t want me to smother you? Well congratulations, Walter, I won’t be here to smother you anymore.” Y/N said, walking upstairs, Walter following suit. He saw her pull out a suitcase, she was packing.

“No, please don’t leave me, we have to talk about this, please.” Walter said. Y/N looked up to see Walter’s eyes, his once bright blue eyes were now dull.

“Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk. How was your night with Angie?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t understand.” Walter said.

“Then let me help you understand. While I was home watching movies, you were fücking Angie in her house, how was she in bed? Is that clear enough?” Y/N asked kinda aggressively.

“I can’t answer that.” Walter stated.

“You’re the one who wanted to talk.” Y/N reminded him.

“It was different, you and I have always made love, Y/N. Angie was nothing compared to what we have.” Walter said. Y/N got closer to Walter.

“Had, Walter.” Y/N said, she finished packing her suitcase with her clothes, towels, and toiletries. She got the suitcase and started walking downstair, opening the front door, Walter trailed behind her. “You finally did it, Walter, you pushed me away, I hope you’re happy.” Y/N gave Walter his key back.

“What can I do to fix this? Fix us?” Walter asked.

“I just need time. I can’t sleep in the same bed with you or stay in the same house with you knowing that if we have another fight, you’d go to Angie, that you slept with Angie. The day I moved in, you promised me that you’d never hurt me and I believed you, guess we were both wrong.” Y/N said. She left and closed the door. Walter immediately broke down crying on the floor, he messed up big time.

Y/N entered her car and called one of her friends from the hospital.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up, how’s your weekend?” Her friend asked.

“Hey Blair, um, I was wondering if I can stay at your house for a few days or a few weeks.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, babe, stay with me as long as you need, okay? You sound like you’ve been through it. Go over to my house, I’ll call Seth and let him know, okay. Love you, bye." Blair hung up and Y/N but Blair's address on her phone and drove to her house. She saw Blair's husband, Seth, outside the house with the door open, along with two kids playing in the front yard with a cavalier king charles spaniel. Y/N parked her car in the driveway and got out.

"Y/N, its so nice to meet you, you need any help with your bag?" Seth asked.

"No, its fine, I got it." Y/N said. "How old are they?" Y/N asked Seth, entering the house.

"7 and 4. The dog is 2. We don't have the guest room set up so you will have to sleep on the couch tonight, is that alright?" Seth asked.

"Of course, I’m intruding. I will help with dinner and cleaning.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a deal.” Seth said

Walter has been throwing himself into work since she left 4 days ago. Whenever there was an interrogation and the suspect would get testy, Walter took out all his anger on them. However, Commissioner Harper has had enough of Walter’s anger issues.

“Marshall, you can’t keep hulking out on the suspects/perps, we’ll get nowhere. Go home, you’re not coming back until you fix whatever problem you have going on.” Harper said. Walter huffed and walked out.

When he made it home and saw the picture of him and Y/N together, he decided it was time to get her back. He got in his truck, bought her favorite flowers, and went to the hospital she worked at. He got out of the truck and entered the hospital lobby.

“Hi, I’m Walter Marshall, I’m here to see Y/N L/N, she’s a nurse.” Walter said.

“Do you know what floor she’s working on?” The receptionist asked.

“Can’t you check?” Walter asked.

“She’s assigned to me 9th floor, here’s your visitor pass.” The receptionist said and Walter thanked her. He saw that a lot of people were waiting for the elevator so he decided to take the stairs. Luckily for him, this was light work compared to his SWAT training. He stopped at the 9th floor and walked to the nurse station.

“Hello, can I…oh it’s you.”

“Nice to see you too, Blair. Do you know where Y/N is?” Walter asked, lowkey out of breath,

“Why would I tell you? She’s devastated over his things ended.” Blair said.

“That’s why I’m here, to make things right. Where is she?” Walter asked again.

“She’s getting a translator from the supply closet.” Blair answered, pointing towards the door and Walter thanked her. He opened the door and saw Y/N in her light blue scrubs, her hair (down, braided, in a ponytail, up to you!), he closed the door and Y/N turned around.

“Walter, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Walter saw that Y/N had dark circles under her eyes, Y/N noticed the same thing about Walter. His hair was messier than usual.

“I came to win you back.” Walter says, handing Y/N the flowers.

“Flowers? You think you can fix everything with flowers?” Y/N said.

“No, but I think this might fix everything.” Walter said.

You better learn to grovel Get down on your knees Begging for forgiveness like "please, oh baby, please" I want all the tears streaming down your pretty face Telling me I'm someone that you can't replace I want you to grovel, grovel

Walter got down on his knees in front of Y/N, looking up at her like he was worshiping a goddess, on his mind he was.

“Please forgive, Y/N, you mean the whole world to me, these last few days have been utter torture, my house doesn’t feel like a home anymore, you brought light to my life, I am nothing without you.” Walter starts tearing up, voice breaking. “Please, baby, please forgive me, I made a terrible mistake, I admit that, you are someone that I can’t replace, no one, and I mean no one could replace you. You are so special to me, I am so lucky to have you, and I will worship the ground you walk on if you let me, please. I don’t know what I’ll do without you in my life.” When Walter was finished with his little speech, both of them were crying.

“Of course I forgive you, Oso. Now get up, the floor is filthy.” Y/N said, helping Walter up. Walter laughed lightly, getting up, and pulling Y/N into a kiss. She pulled away. “So I don’t have to worry about Angie?”

“Of course not, my love, I am in love with you, I dreamt about you since you left, I missed you. I will worship you everyday until I die, no one compares to you, I swear.” Walter said, kissing her once more.

“Thank you for the flowers. And thank you for coming all the way here to apologize, must’ve been hard with Blair being in the front today.” Y/N said, smelling the flowers.

“No it was not. Quick question, not that I’m ungrateful or anything, thank you for forgiving me, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t, but why did you?” Walter asked. Y/N pretended to think.

“Have I ever told you that I love when a man grovels and begs?” Y/N playfully asked and Walter laughed wholeheartedly.

“Good to know for the future. I’ll see you at home.” Walter kissed her goodbye, both of them walking out of the supply closet.

“See you at home.” Y/N said, still holding the flowers.

Walter walked back to his truck and got in. Smiling to himself, she’s coming back home, back to me

The End

Hope y’all liked it, was it too long? Was it good? I don’t know how to write couple fights, clearly. This took forever to write

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

[kokomyass]

YAY I THOUGHT OF A REQUEST😄

I was thinking of inumaki x reader but obvi he cant talk so the others help to ask reader out (if that makes sense??😭)

also the reader is in the school aswell and in second person (you/your) & fem reader

💗💗

I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE YOUUUU THANKS FOR MAKING ME NOT LOOK LIKE A LOSER XXX

Toge Inumaki ☆ More Than Words

Inumaki x Fem!Reader Genre: ☁️ Word Count: 2263 Trigger warnings ⚠️: swearing, none!!

synopsis: in which, inumaki needs help to show his love rather than say it and calls for help from his dearest friends!!

a/n: THANK YOU LOML FOR REQUESTING THIS fun fact inumaki used to be my favourite at the beginning...guess who it is nowwww~

anyways I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting this again!!! you make me feel like a successful famous writer which I am far from...

Second Person POV

For the entirety of his life, Inumaki silently cursed the existence of cursed speech as it often hindered him from truly expressing himself like everyone else.

One would not know how AMAZING speech is until you have to communicate using only food ingredients.

All conversations he had consisted of the other party blabbering away and him writing his replies. It wasn't a horrible idea but he often felt guilty as it was rather time consuming.

However you didn't care about the speech barrier. You liked Inumaki a lot and something like a silly speech barrier wasn't going to make you any less interested.

You would find everyway to try and spend time with him even if it meant sitting in a comfortable silence.

You were the only person Inumaki had felt himself with as your patience and eagerness to talk with him all the time gave him butterflies.

He couldn't help but fall for such a kind, caring understanding girl and he appreciated the fact that you were patient with him.

Initially, he would admire your beauty from afar since you were a first year and he didn't really have any business with you....but one day you randomly came up to him whilst he was getting a drink from the vending machine, enthusiastically asking what his name was and what his cursed technique was.

And all that brought him to this moment...

Desperately trying to ask for help on how to ask you out.

He was currently walking with Panda as he explained what Inumaki could do.

"I'm thinking...you have a picnic and ask her out there!"

"Bonito Flakes..." Inumaki shook his head as he typed on his phone, 'too cliché'

"...Okayyy what about you..."

Just as Panda was about to give Inumaki an idea your loud and gleeful voice was heard clearly.

"TOGE!!!" Inumaki turned around at the call of his name already knowing it was you as he ignored Panda's knowing smirk.

You stopped in front of him handing him a bag with onigiri in it.

"I made this for you!! I even put tuna mayo in, your favourite! I really hope you like it.." you look to the floor shyly as a light blush dusts your cheeks.

Inumaki goes bright red as he bows down as a thanks to you and he smiles brightly even though his mouth is covered.

"Thank you so much Y/N." you smiled and jump to hold him tight in your arms, causing him to blush even more from the shock but then eventually he wraps his arms around you.

Time Skip

Inumaki is now sat in a class room, asking all his friends what he should do because he desperately wants to ask you out but he just doesn't know how since saying it in heartfelt way is kind of out of the question due to his lack of speech.

"Who would've thought that Mr. Bonito Flakes would be so desperate about something like this." Maki said laughing slightly.

Inumaki rolled his eyes as he typed quickly on his phone. 'You are just jealous because you have never been in a relationship and don't have any good date ideas -_-'

Maki scoffed and stood up, very clearly fuming from Inumaki's (very true) statement.

"Ugh! You little fucker!! I don't want to be in a relationship anyway." Maki crossed her arms turning away.

"And I do have a good idea! You can buy flowers for her and write a little note." Maki smiled smugly as if her idea was the most original and mind-blowing in the world only to be met with dead stares.

"...Bonito Flakes."

"No offence Maki, that's a nice idea but it is rather boring..."  Megumi spoke up after a moment of silence as everyone nodded in agreement.

"Maki, I do adore you and all but....that's kinda dead...." Nobara chipped in respectfully.

"Well why don't you tell me your idea then, Sherlock!"

Megumi looked shocked as everyone's eyes turned to him expectantly as he composed himself.

"Well...Y/N likes sweet treats, right? So why don't you bake something for her?"

After yet another moment of silence, Maki decided to speak up.

"You know kid, that's not a bad idea..."

Everyone agreed that Megumi's idea was by far the best idea that had come up (trust Megumi to come up with things like that) the only thing left was for Inumaki to agree.

Inumaki loved the idea more that anything. Being able to show his love through an act of baking, something that meant a lot to you...it couldn't be better.

Although...one issue did arise....

Inumaki hasn't baked a day in his life.

"Just when we thought we had a good idea!" Maki sighed and slumped against the chair she was sat on after Inumaki explain his lack of ability to bake.

"Well...we can help." Megumi said calmly as Inumaki perked at the mention of his friends helping.

'Guys that would be amazing!! Please do help 🙏 ' Inumaki typed on his phone desperately as he was practically begging for help.

"I'm in of course! Anything for my best friend!" Panda chirped up getting Inumaki in a headlock.

"I'll help you, I think my skills will be useful." Megumi said shortly after.

"I guess shall help too, just don't get me too dirty..."Nobara sighed.

Everyone looked expectantly at Maki before she caved in.

"Ugh...I'll help...but only cause I want Inumaki to stop fangirling over her 24/7"

Just as they were about to commence their plan, a loud bang came from the door and you walked through with Yuji behind you with bags in his hands, looking as if he had travelled the 7 seas.

"Hello everyone!! I made little tarts for everyone and I also bought some drinks for you guys! Yuji gimme the bags." You snatch the bags that Yuji was holding as he collapsed on the chair next to Nobara.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Y/N dragged me through the whole of Shibuya, just to buy a gift for Inumaki..." Just as Yuji finished his sentence, you had passed all the tarts and drinks around and now you were on Inumaki.

"Hi Toge!"

"Kelp!" you smiled at his quite voice as if he had said something so interesting.

"These are for you and...so...is this!" you pulled put a little bracelet that had an onigiri charm on it as you put it on for him.

Inumaki flushed a bright red as you carefully put the bracelet on for him.

"I hope you like it!" you smile warmly as you hold both his hands in yours.

He bows down in thanks before you sit next to him and start talking about your day forgetting everyone else around you.

"Damn they are really in love with each other huh, I wish he would ask her out..." Yuji mumbled loud enough for Nobara to hear.

"Right?...Oh yeah! I should tell you his plan..."

Time Skip!

"Okay, we need eggs, flour, vanilla extract..."

Megumi was droning on about ingredients as everyone crowded around the counter.

Inumaki had decided to make you a lunchbox cake asking you out because it was cute and romantic.

"Sometimes I wish Inumaki could speak cause then this wouldn't be necessary."

"Shut up Maki." Panda hushed Maki as they listened to Megumi's instructions.

"Okay let's get going."

Time Skip!

After 3 hours of turmoil and torture the lunchbox cake was finally finished and Inumaki himself was decorating it as everyone lounged around and Megumi stood helping Inumaki.

"Okay that looks perfect. Now you can put it in a box and find the right moment. I highly recommend you keep it AWAY from Gojo..."

"Salmon..." Inumaki smiled down warmly at the cake that had been made and he thought about the warm smile that would grace your face.

"Ugh I can't wait to see the power couple together!" Yuji said after noticing Inumaki's smile, making him blush a bright red and hiding behind the his coat.

"I thought I smelt cake!!"

Gojo's head peered around the door as everyone froze and stared at the slender, frightening man.

"It isn't for you." Megumi said coldly as you glared at his teacher.

"Dang Megumi! You must really want it huh! Well...when have I ever listen to you?" Gojo laughed maniacally as he walked towards where Inumaki was guarding the cake.

"BONITO FLAKES!!!" Inumaki shouted shocking everyone especially Gojo.

"Woah, I didn't know you could be that loud, I can't lie..." Gojo stood with his hands on his hips.

'This is for someone so you can't eat it at all.🥺'  Inumaki typed for Gojo to see and Gojo's face went from confusion to a knowing look.

"Oh this is for Y/N isn't it! I'm not stupid, you could've said." he walked away with his hands in his pockets wishing Inumaki the best of luck.

Time Skip!

You were currently waiting in the courtyard of the school sat on the floor looking at the sunset as you waited for Inumaki to appear.

20 minutes ago, he messaged you asking you to meet him in the courtyard and of course you didn't say no and you even left as soon as he sent the message.

So here you were staring at the sunset smiling and thinking about life.

Meanwhile, Inumaki is stressed as hell as everyone trys to hype him up.

'What if it isn't sentimental because I can't speak...'

"Inumaki, we all know what Y/N is like, she will accept this whether you can speak or not. Its the action that matters."

Everyone stared wide eyed at Maki as if she had never said a nice thing in her whole existence.

"What!? I'm giving good advice?! So what, how is it shocking!!??"

After the shock subsided, Inumaki thanked her warmly and nodded to everyone as his goodbye.

Inumaki walked up to your figure. He stopped to look at how beautiful you were.

Your features were kissed by the setting sun and your long eyelashes were evident as your eyes were shut.

You looked ethereal to Inumaki, it intimidated him...but it also made him happy to know that someone like you would pay attention to someone so unfortunate like he was.

"Kelp!" Inumaki called out for you and you slowly opened your eyes and lifted your head to see Inumaki stood infront of you, with his cheeks flushed and looking flustered.

"Toge! Take a seat!" you pat the spot on the floor next to you as you smiled warmly like you always did around him.

Inumaki sat down nervously shaking which didn't go unnoticed to your vigilant eyes, nor did the small box.

"Toge? Are you alright?" you bent forward slightly to take a look at his face. His eyes were screwed shut and his lips were trembling.

Before you could say anything else, Inumaki shoved the box in your hands and looked away trying to hide the deep, red blush on his face.

You looked shocked before you looked down at the box to see a small note written saying:

'A sweet treat for some so sweet like you!! I'm really glad I met you Y/N, and I want to be more than just friends with you...so please open this box for a small suprise. x From: Toge Inumaki'

Seeing what Inumaki wrote made you smile warmly and giggle, as you opened the box.

You were blessed with a small cake decorating in lots of love hearts with neat writing in the middle saying: 'Will you go out with me Y/N?'

Your heart leaped out of your chest as you silently sobbed tears of happiness.

Inumaki wanted to gage your reaction so he turnt to you slightly just to see you crying.

He took the cake box out of your hands and held your hands tightly. "Mustard Leaf?!" he was panicked and shaky from making you cry but to his suprise, you jumped up and hugged him making him fall over onto the floor as you sobbed in his shoulder.

"Toge, of course I will go out with you!! I like you so so so much!! This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me!!"

Inumaki smiled softly as he uttered out for the first time in forever, "I like you more."

You started crying even more due to the fact he spoke for the first time in words that were onigiri ingredients.

After a while you had calmed down and you were sat hand in hand.

'I thought you wouldn't fine my confession meaningful because I can't really say much...so I got the other to help me make this for you.' Inumaki typed out for you to read.

"Oh Toge, I will love anything and everything you do for me and to me this is more that words could ever express!!"

You hugged him once more as you stared at the setting sun in silence enjoying each other's company.

Words or no words, the relationship between the two of you would never be broken.

A lil bonussss!!!:

"AWWW THIS IS SOOO SWEET!!! ISN'T IT MAKI!!!"

Gojo decided to come out of no where and watch the romance unfold with the rest, getting a bit too passionate.

He was leant on Maki...which she obviously hated...

"GET OFF ME OLD MAN!!"

"HEY WHO ARE YOU CALLING OLD MAN? IM IN MY TWENTIES!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOUR APPROACHING 50 ALREADY!"

"Both of you shut up we have been caught."

Megumi butt in as Maki and Gojo turned to see you and Inumaki staring with the most disapproving looks on your faces.

"You guys kinda ruined an nice moment between us..."

"Salmon."

a/n: guys I DIED WRITING THIS WHY WAS MY HEAD THROBBING 😵‍💫😵‍💫I couldn't even edit it.... anyways hope you enjoyed (especially my no.1 bae 😍 who requested like the bestie she is love you so much mwah) 💜🎵💜🎵💜

[shes4twnksinatrnchct]

Hell of a Show

Jake Kiszka x fem oc

Fifteen years after resigning from Greta Van Fleet, for reasons undisclosed to the public, Coley Payne is asked by her former band members to tell her side of the story.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit language, angst, infidelity (*As someone who has been cheated on, I'm not trying to romanticize cheating)

Words: 3.2k

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has liked/commented/reblogged and even has just read this story so far. It really does mean a lot and I appreciate the support and your time! Thank you.

Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and enjoy!

***LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED***

***Table of Content***

The Beginning: Part III

2013

It’s a relief to Josh not to have to pound his foot against the concrete of the garage floor in order to keep some tempo–the same it always is when Danny fills in during practices for Holton when he decides not to show. 

DANNY: I was a fan of the band before I ever really got close with them. Sam and I were in the same grade and were acquaintances, but once we realized we were into the same music and came from a family that enjoyed playing, his mom insisted on me coming to the house to jam with him and the guys.

The first thing I did was show Jake I knew how to play all of his parts from Highway Tune, and he was impressed but was also threatened I’d steal his band, so he suggested I fill in on drums, instead, when Holton would have to miss rehearsals.

Being over there more times than not toward the Fall of 2013 is how I met Coley’s little sister, Julianne.

Jules waits patiently for them to stop and take a moment before starting right back up again with their seemingly endless sessions of racket that happens to be melodic in an endearing kind of way, and when that time finally comes, she’s piping, “Hey, Coley, mom wants you to call her. They made it to Grand Rapids and they’re about to go to bed.” 

Glancing at Jake, who makes no face or even hints any irritation toward her, Coley says, “I’ll make it quick.” 

“You’re fine.” He promises, offering to take her guitar as she grabs her phone. 

As she does so, she sees multiple missed calls from Holton, too, and huffs out a breath before calling her mom back and stepping out the garage and into the night air.

“Hello?” It doesn’t ring but one time, Coley able to hear her two little sisters in the background as her older sister says something to them that makes them laugh. 

“Hey, Jules told me you wanted me to call you.”

“Yeah, your sisters and your nephew wanna tell you goodnight.” Tammy tells her, adding, “I do, too, but they want to first.” 

It sounds as though the phone is being snatched out of her mother’s hand because she hears her scold out, “Don’t drop it.”

“Hello?” It’s Maisie, the five-year-old’s voice ringing in her ears.

“Hey, Maisie, what’re you doing?” Coley asks, pacing the Kiszka’s driveway, glancing up at the starry sky while the chilled air fills her lungs. 

“We’re in bed—no, it’s my turn,” Maisie’s voice grows distant momentarily while Coley hears Kayce’s muffled voice. “Ugh, here, Kayce wants to talk to you. He’s not listening.”

“Okay, well, I love you, and I’m very proud of you, and I hope you have a good night, and have fun tomorrow, okay?” She replies. 

“Okay. I love you, sis, goodnight.” 

There’s a rustling through the phone before a loud, “Aunt Coley?” from her nephew sounds. 

“Are you being nice to Maisie?”

“...Yes…” He sounds suspiciously dishonest, and she smiles. 

“Are you having fun with mom and Gigi and the girls?”

“Yeah. We’re in a hotel.” 

“Ohh, that’s cool—”

“--There’s a man with us.”

“There’s a man with you?” Coley’s confused tone is overshadowed by her mother and sisters’ laughter. 

“He means the man in the lobby that checked us in!” Tammy assures her.

“Oh, well, he’s not gonna be in the room, Kayce. He just took Gigi’s money to pay for the room.” Coley explains to him. 

“Oh.” He says to her.

“Just be nice, alright? I love you and I hope you have a goodnight, dude.”

“I love you, bye, Aunt Coley.”

Again, there’s a transaction, and the comforting sound of Emmy’s flat, “What do you want?” is next. 

She’s being partially  sarcastic, but Coley plays along and scoffs out, “I was just gonna express my love for you but nevermind, dang.”

“I love you, too.” Her sister states.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” 

“No.”

“...Are you sure?” 

“I can do it with my eyes closed, Coley. I’m gonna get the stupid medal.” She says, next, and her older sister nods, only wishing she had half the confidence. 

“I believe you.” Coley assures her, clearing her throat. 

“Do you wanna talk to Sherri?” Emmy asks her.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I love you, goodnight.” 

“Yeah, love you.” 

“Hey, me and mom do not have a man in here with us.” Sherri pipes the moment she gets the phone, giggling. 

“I was about to head to Grand Rapids and bust the door down.” Coley laughs with her as Sherri adds, “No, he told Trace that, too. Everybody was about to be in the parking lot on us.” 

They laugh a moment longer and Sherri sighs out, asking, “How’s practice going?”

Coley glances behind her at the garage of boys laughing with Jules about something, and she shrugs. 

“It’s going. Holton’s not here.”

“Again?”

“Sherri, he just doesn’t wanna rehearse.”

“...But…he’s in the band? Bands rehearse. He can’t just show up to gigs and let Danny take his place for practices.” 

“I’ve tried to tell him that.” 

“I’m surprised Jake hasn’t kicked him out yet.” 

“Well…” Coley once again looks at the distracted group of boys. “...Holton told him that he hurt his foot pretty bad.” 

“But he didn’t?”

“No.”

“Okay, then why does Jake still think that he did?”

Breathing out, Coley squeezes her eyes closed and confesses, “Because I kinda told Jake that Holton wasn’t lying and I was there when he got hurt.” 

“Coley June—what happens when Jake finds out?” 

“I don’t know. I told Holton that he’s gonna mess around and get kicked out and he told me that Jake needs him so he won’t get fired.”

“No, you guys just need a drummer. And Danny’s doing pretty good from what I hear from Karen so Holton needs to tighten up.”

“I don’t even wanna think about him not being in the band.” Coley mumbles, kicking at a piece of gravel, knowing it’s going to be a clusterfuck.

“Well, sister, hate to break it to you but if Jake finds out, and also finds out that you helped Holton lie about it, you might be out, too.” 

“Jake would never kick me out.” She says it confidently, but she doesn’t at all feel secure in saying so, a new fear being planted in the back of her mind as she hears her sister yawn. 

“Alright, me and mom are about to get these kids to bed. We gotta be at their gym at the butt crack of dawn. I love you.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you, Coley! I miss you! Have a good day at school tomorrow!” She hears her mom say in the background. 

“Did you hear mom?” Sherri inquires. 

“Yes, I did, tell her I love her, too, and I miss her, and I will.”

“I will. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” 

She finally gets off the phone, her and her sister’s conversation haunting her as she turns to rejoin the boys.

COLEY: My two youngest sisters were in gymnastics and had semi-annual competitions in the Spring and Fall. 

Dad and Trace were working the night shift at the time, and so my sister took Kayce and went with my mom and the girls and Karen insisted we stay with them. 

Holton wasn’t thrilled with it, but he didn’t get a say because I was lying to my friends for him, and I thought that was enough consolation. 

Later that night, her blue eyes stare up at the ceiling in the dark of Veronica’s room, the only sound is that of the ceiling fan and Ronnie and Julianne breathing deeply in their sleep from the Kiszka girl’s bed. 

Coley’s been struggling with getting comfortable on the air mattress on the floor she’s laid out on while her mind races. 

She and Holton have been going back and forth over text for what seems like hours—her boyfriend swearing he’s comfortable with her staying with the Kiszkas overnight, but the passive aggressive comments and continued questioning of where she’s sleeping has driven her to near madness. 

After a few more minutes of closing her eyes and attempting to drift off, she accepts it’s all in vain and huffs out a breath with the sound of the TV still faintly muffling out dialogue from downstairs. 

She could have sworn that she and the girls turned it off before coming up to bed, but sits up and eases from the air bed to turn it off once again to save Karen and Kelly a higher bill—her parents already swear they need to start paying them child support with how often Coley and Jules are in their care. 

Blue light radiates through the living room, along with the faint sound of a man’s voice filtering from the speaker as the image of a cooking show becomes more apparent to her as she quietly tip-toes down the stairs. 

She doesn’t notice Jake laying on the couch, and he doesn’t say anything to begin with—staring at her in her big t-shirt and sleep shorts, a dopey grin overtaking his face at the sight of her. 

It’s when she begins her search for the remote that he says, “I have it,” waving it, causing her to damn-near have a heart attack. 

Perhaps it’s the most silent cardiac arrest, her knees gently hitting the carpet to keep from waking his parents, her hand over her pounding heart as shock and fear overtake her and leave her all in the same breath. 

The two of them laugh silently, Jake asking, “Are you okay?” while extending his hand to her. 

She grabs it, pulling herself back up to stand before peering down at him. 

“What the hell are you doing up this late?” She asks, glancing once again at the T.V., and he sits up and pats the space next to him, tossing the blanket back to invite her to join him as he says, “Couldn’t sleep.”

Plopping down next to him, Coley allows him to go without answering her question, instead taking in the cooking show that he’s been watching as the man in the kitchen on the screen explains what happens to onions when they caramelize. 

It all makes sense, now, why he’s such a good cook even at their young age—down to the most mundane grilled cheese somehow tasting gourmet when Jake’s the one who’s cooked it. 

Yet another thing that appears to easily come to him. It’s irritating. 

“Oh.” She shrugs, turning a little to her right to look at him as she continues, “I thought you’d be the sulky-strummer when you couldn’t sleep.” She adds.

“I do put my guitar down sometimes, Coley.” He states, a light giggle leaving her throat that has him smiling to himself at the sound of it. 

After a moment of quiet, the two of them watching the chef on the T.V. momentarily, Coley quietly inquires, “Are you okay?”

Thick brows burrows, his brown eyes crinkling in confusion. 

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” He tells her a blatant lie, but she doesn’t necessarily know that. 

“Because it’s 2:00a.m. on a Thursday night and you aren’t asleep.” She points out. 

“I’m a night owl.” He dismisses his lack of sleep due to torturous thoughts on the fact he has a natural affinity for staying up late.

Little does she know that those nights he finds himself wide awake by his own accord are the nights he does lull himself to sleep with the soft, comforting acoustic that stays within reach around his house…but nights like tonight, when the cause of his inability to relax and drift off is her doing, playing the very instrument—that is now synonymous with teaching her—only makes his condition worse.

He’s cursed himself to think of her anytime he picks up a guitar.

“What about you?” He nudges her with his elbow. “You’ve gotta test in Coach Flemming’s class in…” Tapping his phone screen to check the time and calculate how many hours from now that she'll be filling out a scan-tron in her Algebra class, his heart flutters yet simultaneously drops to his stomach at the sight of the text notification from Hope.

JAKE: Hope was a nice girl. 

We were never together seriously, but we did care about each other more than friends should. 

She certainly helped my confidence when I felt beat down by the fact Coley wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, and although I’m pretty sure she knew I was using her in a sense, she didn’t seem to mind. 

She just enjoyed pissing her brother off as much as I did. 

Coley hurts her own feelings by being nosy, glancing over to see the name of her boyfriend’s sister on Jake’s phone. 

A selfish part of her feels neglected from his lack of attention as he types back a response, and she pretends not to be irritated with the fact that he’s no longer solely focused on her—but the part of her who’s Jake’s friend is happy that he’s found someone for the time being. 

“How is Hope?” She inquires as casually as she can, trying her hardest not to sound bothered. 

Jake has to keep himself focused on his typing despite wanting to throw his phone on the opposite end of the room to look at Coley and just listen to whatever it is she wants to talk about. 

“Um,” He starts, chuckling to himself as he finishes his writing and hits send—locking his phone before Coley can glimpse over at what he’s said, “She’s good.” Is all he gives her with a shrug, his bare shoulder brushing hers as he does so, staring at the TV to avoid looking at her. “How’s Holton?” It’s as if he needs to remind her why he’s with Hope to begin with. “How’s his foot?” 

He tries not to roll his eyes as he asks it, not fully believing he actually got hurt. 

Perhaps if this wasn’t his third foot injury in the last year that conveniently works as an excuse not to show for practices, Jake wouldn’t even question the validity of said injury.

But being that Coley explained to him what happened, he supposes this time is the real deal. 

The question sprouts discomfort through her. 

“He’s still having some trouble with it.” She lies to him, brushing her dark blonde hair from her face. 

“Ah, divine punishment...” He scoffs, finally turning to gaze at her. 

“Don’t be a douche.” She scolds him, shaking her head. 

After a couple moments of quiet, he searches for anything to keep the conversation up. 

“Are you going to Lindsey’s party tomorrow night—well, no, tonight, technically?” He casually asks, having not heard a word out of her about it. 

“Maybe. It depends if Holton wants to go or not.” She shrugs. 

“If he can go to a party he can come to practice.” He states, raising his brows when she looks at him. “And just go with me and Josh if he doesn’t. Sam’s gonna D.D.” Jake tells her. 

“If I get caught drunk in a car with Baby Kiszka behind the wheel, I’ll never live to see White’s Bar, let alone get to perform there Saturday night.” Coley tells him with a warning in her tone while he groans about how boring she is. 

“You used to be fun, once upon a time.” He mumbles, partially joking. 

She takes in a deep breath, looking at him as he pretends to pout. 

“One of us has to be the responsible one, Jake. I don’t see it being you or Josh so I’ve gotta do it.” 

“If you’re the responsible one the rest of us are fucked.” He says, next, and she once again swats at him, which leads to him fighting back, which in turn results in her using one of the throw pillows behind her to try to cover his face. 

In the thick of their wrestling, they lose track of their movements until he’s snatching the pillow from her and tossing it aside. 

As they gasp for their breath and come back to their surroundings, his smile fades and he just stares down at her in the light of the television, taking in every feature of hers as if trying to draw it up to store in his memory the best that he can. 

Coley looks up at him, her body somewhat paralyzed by the fact that he’s over her, his hands on either side of her head, his body caught between her legs as the warmth of his skin radiates over her. 

A terrible feeling washes through her with the reality that she likes having him this close. 

She rubs her lips together while Jake watches her do so, wishing to taste them. 

We’re not shitty people who cheat, he repeats her words in his head multiple times when she doesn’t make a move to get up. 

Although he and Hope aren’t exclusive, so technically he wouldn’t be cheating, he can’t bring himself to drag Coley into a position in which she’d potentially cheat on Holton—knowing the guilt would eat her alive. 

If she had any sense she’d get out from under him and go to bed, and he waits for her to do so, only she doesn’t. 

COLEY: It was a shitty thing for me to do…

It’s not rushed or heated when she cranes her lips up to meet his.

It’s slow, and gentle—her soft fingertips resting on his cheek—and new. 

Of course they’ve kissed other people before, sloppy makeouts with classmates every now and then that occurred while drunk or high, one-night flings on Jake’s part, and Coley’s got Holton…but there’s something so simple yet complicatedly addictive when actually doing it with each other. 

He’s the first to pull away, expecting her to come to her senses and beat the shit out of him for actually kissing her back. 

However, her mind is void of anything but him, selfishly so, chasing after his lips and getting them within milliseconds of him pulling back. 

This time her lips part, his tongue sweeping across hers somewhat sweetly as a quiet breath leaves her, her fingers threading through the soft tresses of his brown hair.

But then her boyfriend manages to wedge his way back into her mind, and rip her away from her escape. 

Jake feels her tense underneath him and moves back, breaking away from her to catch his breath as she gasps for her own, her stomach turning and her eyes watering as she scrambles to sit up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand while he sits on the cushion opposite of her and refuses to look at her. 

“I’m sorry.” He says, unintentionally furthering her shame as she shakes her head and insists, “No, no, Jake, I am. I’m sorry,” while trying to gather her thoughts. “I’m gonna…” She trails off, unable to even put it into words as she gets off the couch. “I’m sorry,” Is the last thing she says to him before rushing back upstairs— with her heart feeling as though it’s going to beat out of her chest— to rejoin Jules and Ronnie as if she never left to in the first place.

COLEY: …I don’t think there’s much more to say about it than that.

.

.

.

.

.

@edgingthedarkness @zooweemama555 @lizzys-sunflower

[eventinelysplayground]

Entry three for @lorei-writes and @wordycheeseblob Wish Upon an Aide challenge. I have been having too much fun with these and have two more that are half done that I may or may not get done in time. This was inspired by the events at the end of Comtes chapter 9 and I used the red prompt love and the yellow one friendship. Language note for this fic: near the end Cat(Lumière) says Mais sacrifice which it's literal translation is but sacrifice however in Canadian french this is a swear with emphasis. The closest in English would be like oh FFS or uggh stupid SOB. Basically used when something/someone dumb and or annoying has aggrevated/pissed us off lol. Time consults his friends on what to do about Comte. Pure fun, WC approx 1045.

A Plan

It was a quiet afternoon as three friends sat talking in a dusty cellar.

I wish he would just tell her already.

Uh huh.

I mean he’s clearly in love with her and he's doing nothing about it at all! If he doesn't do something about it soon he's going to miss his chance.

Uh huh.

I mean there are ten other men in this house right? And between the Italian and the other two. Especially what's his name, the more obnoxious one!

Uh huh.

Arthur.

Arthur, that's it! I mean Arthur has no self control and is just a disaster waiting to happen.

Uh huh.

I don't understand why humans-

Vampires.

Ugh I don't understand why vampires have to be so guarded and flippant.

Uh huh.

Time turned to look at Harry who given the way he was replying was clearly off in his own little world again.

And the mansion is on fire.

Uh huh.

Oh for the love of, HARRY!

Time tossed a cork at Harry hitting him on the nose and startling him.

Oh Time, I'm sorry but ummm what were we talking about? I was thinking about-

Apples?

Eeep!

Harry let out a small sound of distress. He tilted his head up towards the voice and saw Cat sprawled out along a shelf.

Don't scare me like that! How long have you been up there anyways Cat?

Since before you both came in. I've even spoken before now, and also that's not my name.

Right, sorry about that.

Why apologize to him, Cat is what the Italian calls him so that's what his new name is. Not exactly a creative name or anything bu-

Ya because Time is sooo unique et spécial.

Écote toi-

That's enough!

Harry let out a loud chatter stepping into Time and Cat’s line of sight of each other.

Let's focus on the problem of ummm….

Cat rolled his eyes and Time sighed.

The problem of Comte being in love with that girl and doing nothing about it!

Right, okay well then umm…

Time sat patiently waiting for Harry to pull his thoughts together.

Well what's been done so far?

Well they spend an awful lot of time together, and the girl has made some small efforts but she seems confused, like she can't make up her mind.

She's perfect for him then!

Arrête ça.

Harry gave Cat a stern look. Cat let out a tiny meow and stretched out his front paws plopping his head down onto them before Harry turned his attention back to time.

Now then if they're already spending a lot of time together that's a good start. Let's see…

Does Comte even realize he loves this woman?

Well of course he does he's not…

Both Harry and Cat were giving Time a look and he stopped talking. He hated to admit it but perhaps they had a point.

I mean he has to know, doesn't he?

Not necessarily, he may be mistaking his feelings for something else..

That's a nice way of saying he's lying to himself.

Time tilted his head to the side in thought.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Harry shot Cat a look that clearly told him to keep his mouth shut.

Never mind about that right now, what we need to do in that case is make it clear to him what he's feeling.

Cat & Time both looked at Harry incredulously.

What? It's the truth.

Just how am I supposed to do that?

Well I…ummm…maybe you….I don't know. Surely the three of us can think of something though.

I don't remember volunteering to help.

You're here so you're helping, now think.

Time and Harry wore serious expressions on their faces while they tried to come up with any sort of idea. The three sat for a long time together, Time and Harry occasionally beginning a thought but then trailing off after apparently internally deciding it wouldn't work.

Sorry Time I really can't think of anything.

It's okay Harry I appreciate you trying to help me, maybe I'll just sneak out to the kennels later and ask Vic or King if they have any ideas.

Oh yes, asking those mutts will be soo helpful! All they care about is chasing their own.. Mais c'est ça!

Cat stretched and then jumped down from the shelf, coming to sit in front of a confused looking Time and Harry.

It’s almost too simple. All you need to do is get Comte to ‘chase’ her.

What?

Time and Harry spoke in unison and Cat tapped his paw on the ground in front of them.

You get him to ‘chase’ her. Put them in a situation together where lying to himself or not he realizes he could lose something valuable to him and so he can't help but go after it. In this place that should be simple enough non?

Oh I see! Thanks Cat I think I know just what to do now.

Ummm Time…

Harry started calling out to Time but it was too late as he had already scurried away.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Pour quois?

Didn't it seem like Time caught on to that way too quickly?

You worry too much.

Three days had passed since the conversation in the cellar and Cat was sleeping peacefully under a table in the hallway when he heard a sudden commotion.

“Squeak squeak!”

“Over there!”

“Time!”

“Squeak!”

“Ah no! I almost had him!”

Cat stretched out his paws and peered out from under the table.

Qu'est que passe?

Oh nothing really, just Time doing what you told him to do.

Cat startled slightly at Harry's unexpected presence.

What do you mean what-

At that moment Cat saw Time scurry past him with a pocket watch in his mouth.

“Time!”

“Squeak!”

“No matter how much you run, we will catch you eventually.”

Time, followed by Comte and Mitsuki disappeared around a corner.

Mais sacrifice!

I told you he caught on to that way too quickly.

I know…but maybe this could still work.

Harry tilted his head in thought for a moment then turned to look at Cat.

Hey, wanna follow them and see who wins?

Cat’s lips turned up in a smile.

Allons-y mon ami!

Harry smiled back at Cat before they both took off in a mad dash to see if Time could really make Comte realize just how deeply in love he had fallen.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Just cuddles and kisses

Established Minho x ace!fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Summary: Minho and reader just started dating, and she's a little worried about being ace (dw it all works out in the end)

Note: this fic is technically a continuation of Classic, but it can also be read as a standalone. Classic was initially in the same post as this, but I separated the parts to make them shorter

Warnings: internalised aphobia?? not really but just in case, language (Glader slang)

You've been dating Minho for a while now, and it's a long time before you have to address... it. As happy as you are, you're pretty nervous about having a relationship with Minho.

While you haven't really gone 'public' yet, you know that it's only a matter of time before the other Gladers find out.

When that happens, there's gonna discussions about your relationship and invasive questions and ugh, you just don't want to deal with it.

You're mainly scared for the bolder Gladers to ask about being physical. Minho hasn't said anything about sex yet, but the topic has got to come up sooner or later, and you stress yourself out at night waiting for that conversation.

You've known for a while that sex is... completely off the table for you, and you're scared that he'll want to leave you because of that. You know Minho isn't the type of guy to make a big deal out of it, and he'll be really nice about it at least for the first bit. But after a while, you're sure that having a sexless relationship will get old real fast.

You confided in Newt about it once, and he advised you to just talk it out with Minho.

That's easier said than done, though. You know that, respectful as he is, Minho is still a teenage boy with teenage hormones in a Glade where you're the only girl.

Plus, you already know that he's just holding back for you. He's pulled away from making out on multiple occasions because of a problem... further south, and you know that he's waiting for you to be ready.

He's being patient, and it's great, but the issue is that you'll never be ready. For you, sex is something you neither need nor want.

It's been alright so far, since you've just ignored the problem and kept the relationship limited to the kisses and little dates you manage to pull together in such a restricted space.

But, it all comes to a head one day when you're spending a late night in the Runners hut.

When you've both gotten tired of poring over the maps, Minho starts leaning in to drop light kisses around your face. You giggle as his lips brush against your jawline.

You love it when he does that, because it gives you a heads up that you're probably gonna be making out soon. And he's not even doing it with that intention, it's just a cute thing he does when he's bored with work.

You turn to him, forgoing the maps as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in to deepen the kiss.

That's when things start to get a little too heated, and it all goes to shit.

He's moving his hands around more than usual, and he's brushing over your ass and chest in a way that may or may not be intentional; you can't really tell.

Either way, you're hyperaware of every point of contact, and it starts to be too much. You can feel your heartrate speeding up, not in the good way, and-

"Y/n." Minho breaks away from the kiss and gently cups your face with a hand. "Hey, you with me?"

You nod and give him a smile, leaning in again, but he pulls back. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

"Ohh. Is this about... being physical?" he realises. "Listen, we can take as much time as-"

You back away, shaking your head. "I don't-" Your voice catches as you try to speak, and your vision starts to blur. Shuck, now you're crying.

You tilt your head up, staring at the roof as you blink rapidly.

"Y/n, hey. Just come and sit." You let him guide you to the table. "Talk to me, please."

You take a deep breath... and still no words come out. You close your eyes, processing your thoughts first before speaking.

"I don't... want sex." You meet his eyes as you tell him the truth. "As in; ever. I just- it's not an option for me. The thought of having sex, doing anything sexual at all, and just, all that kind of stuff happening to me... it makes me feel sick. I just- I can't."

"Oh," says Minho. "Alright. Okay. That's fine."

"Minho..."

"No, I'm serious. Listen, it's okay."

"How can it be okay? You want sex. I can feel it, when we're together."

"How can you feel it? What, do I just look at you with sex eyes? Because I promise-"

"No, I feel it. Against my hip."

"Oh." Minho's face reddens considerably, and he lets out an awkward laugh. "Okay, well. That's a me problem. I can- I can deal."

"I just- Minho. I know how important that kind of intimacy is to people. What if we stay together, and you're never satisfied? What if I'm not enough for this relationship?"

Minho lets out a stunned breath. "Not enough? Y/n, you are everything, my whole world. Every day I wake up and I get to see your smile. I get to run with you, and laugh with you. I get to be with you. You think not having sex is gonna break all that?"

"But sex is..."

He shakes his head. "Maybe I've been doing a shitty job then, if you really think you wouldn't be enough without sex."

"Y/n." He takes your hands and looks you in the eye. "I love you. And I realise we haven't said that, but I think now's as good a time as any for you to know. I love you, and this isn't gonna change anything."

You give him a watery smile. "I love you too. But it's still-"

"Okay. Full disclosure, I can take care of myself. Most guys here are taking care of themselves. Someone probably is, like, right now."

At your wrinkled nose and mildly grossed-out expression, he winces. "Right. Let's set some boundaries. No talking about sex?"

"Um, talking about sex in general is usually okay. Sex jokes are actually pretty shuckin' funny sometimes. But the way you did it just then was... I don't know. Icky?"

"Okay, sure. Talk about it normally unless you're uncomfortable. Easy. What about with us? Where should I avoid when we're- Shit, do you hate kissing too? God, I'm so sorry." He looks at you worriedly. "Shuck, Y/n. We've been making out like, every day. You should've told me earlier. I'm so-"

"Minho, no, don't worry about that, it's okay. I actually... love kissing. Kissing you, I mean." You duck your head, blushing slightly. "Making out is fun most times too, but some days it's a lot. Tongues and stuff are... overwhelming sometimes. It depends on the day."

"Make sure you let me know, okay? Promise me."

"I promise," you say, smiling. "And with touching... normal contact is fine. It's good, actually. I love cuddling, and when you pull me in by the waist. And everything else too. I'll tell you if anything is bad."

"Okay." He reaches out to take your hand. "So we're all good?"

"We're all good."

"I love you."

You pull him closer by his shirt, and he melts against you as you kiss him.

"Love you too."

⭒----⭒

"Ooh, Y/n and Minho spent the night together," sings Ben when you walk out of the hut and move to the dining area. Keepers have their own huts, so you'd slept in Minho's that night.

You let out a laugh at what he's implying and grin at Newt's knowing smile.

You feel arms wrap around your waist as Minho walks up behind you. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and moves to get food.

When he returns, he hands you a plate of food, complete with your favourite fruits from the gardens, and slides into the seat next to you.

"Fuck," he hisses as he bumps his leg on the bench.

"Fuck indeed," says Ben with a shit-eating grin.

You snort. "Slim it, Ben." Newt rolls his eyes on your behalf.

"Well, how was it?" asks another boy, leaning in interestedly.

"A gentleman doesn't tell," comments Minho, pointing dramatically. "What happens behind closed doors..."

"So he was shit, wasn't he," says Ben to you.

You shrug. "Well, I'm very satisfied from last night."

You laugh at their supportive and slightly lewd cheers.

As Minho meets your eyes with a smile, you think back to last night.

You'd exchanged soft kisses and cuddled until you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms.

"Yeah, see? I'm fantastic in bed."

This is so lame idk how to end a fic besides 'i love you' like please be more imaginative

Edit: added a silly little scene at the end so it doesn't just end with ily

Anyways, thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed this one - another self-indulgent idea I needed to put out.

I want to note that for the depiction of asexuality and ace x non-ace couples, I'm writing based on my own experiences and what I would want in a relationship with a non-ace person. Everyone is different, and there's a whole ace spectrum of people who may not relate to all of this.

Requests are open as always, so if you have any ideas feel free to send an ask ❤

[ploompkin]

So I was bored and wrote something kind of based on @ginhaku125 ‘s headcanons… (Colress is a dad, Faba becomes a reluctant step dad who eventually grows to care for the kids) and I got a little too into it and now it’s like, a thousand words lol. I just picked random famous scientist names for the kids. Fic under the cut.

————————————————————————

Colress has kids. Faba isn’t exactly sure how that happened, and his partner seems reluctant to talk about it. All he knows is that one moment they were university students playing DnD, and the next… they’re meeting again in what feels almost like another life, unexpected feelings sparking and igniting into a roaring flame. …Shortly there following, Colress’ reveal. Children.

Faba had felt a little sick, at the time. It’s just— it’s something he had never thought of, nor wanted for himself. But Colress had been firm in his position. While not the most conventional parent, he was still attached to his offspring; he wasn’t about to leave them- not for anything. Their relationship had been tense for weeks because of it, Faba preferring to sulk alone, wallowing in self pity and fear. Ultimately, though… Colress won out.

How could he not? Faba’s utterly, completely in love with him. It’s been years since he’s been moved to consider someone else on the same level as himself, let alone place them above him. Colress was safe, open minded, accepting and comforting. He’s— as much as he feels embarrassed to admit it— he’s his everything. If the brats came part and parcel with that, then so be it. He’d find ways to tolerate them.

What he hadn’t been expecting, was for the little ones to take as much interest in him as they had.

“Faba?”

He glances up from his Gameboy at the sound of the quiet voice. Colress’ little girl stands in front of where he’s sat on the sofa, her blonde hair in low pigtails, looking at him with big round eyes.

“Rosalind.” He tries to smile, but can tell from her timid expression that it comes out as more of a grimace. “Is there something you needed?”

She twists and turns, her skirts bunches in her fists. “‘M bored.”

Bored. Fantastic. He takes a deep breath through his nose, looking up to the heavens. “Then…” he tries patiently, “why don’t you ask your daddy for something to do?”

“Daddy’s busy.” Rosa explains, and to Faba’s dismay, he sees her younger brother waddling towards them also.

“Edwin’s bored too.”

So much for the few hours he decided to take as a break from his research. What exactly do they even suppose he can do? With a long suffering sigh, Faba saves his game, and lowers his console.

“Have you tried drawing? Playing with your toys?” Their blank expressions infuriate him. “Running around— playing tag??” What else do kids do? “Children are supposed to be imaginative, aren’t they?”

Edwin whimpers, and his stomach plummets. He isn’t going to cry, is he? Yet, even as he hopes otherwise, he sees babyish tears flooding into those large blue eyes. Oh shit, shit, no. Colress can’t see his kids like this…! He’ll know Faba made them cry and—-! He huffs.

“Come here.” He says, before he has time to think himself out of it, and pats the cushion beside him.

The children obediently come to sit beside him, one on either side.

“Have you ever played video games before?” He asks, as patiently as he can.

Rosalind tilts her head, a gesture that strongly resembles her father’s, something that warms him to the core. Ugh. What is he— so sentimental…!

“Well…” he clears his throat, “this is what’s called a game console. You can play different games on it.”

She wriggles closer to inspect it, leaning over his lap, and he’s struck with what he can only admit is a strong rush of protectiveness. She’s so small, small and curious. Edwin nudges into his other arm, also crawling closer, but with less coordination on account of being younger. Faba hates their crowding. He hates their chubby, grabby hands, so eager to take his possessions. He tells himself so, over and over. And yet, his heart grows several sizes as they look upon his hobby with fascinated eyes. Sweet little things. They remind him of his child self. Clumsy, awkward, easily enraptured by things. Faba shakes himself, an uneasy feeling making his skin prickle. He can’t actually be feeling paternally towards them, can he?

“Well, now. This is a classic.” He brings up the oldest game on the console: snake. “Very basic, but one of the only games I had to play when I was your age. Still, there’s something to be said about the traditional games! There’s a reason why they were so successful.”

The kids watch as he plays through the levels, cuddling up to him, warm little presences boxing him in either side. They don’t whine, they don’t cry… they hardly even talk, but to ask questions about video games. Nothing like he had expected.

They just watch, listening to him, watching him, and as more time passes he feels more and more fond of the tiny humans.

“Here,” he eventually dares to say, gently passing the Gameboy into Rosa’s baby hands. “Why don’t you try?”

She makes a surprised noise, looking up at him apprehensively. “What if I mess up?”

Oh. Faba smiles, resting a hand on her shoulders. Before Colress came back into his life, he often used to fret about the same thing. “That’s alright. It’s as your father says. ‘Every failure teaches us something. When you consider that, how can any failiure be truly considered, a failiure?’”

Her bright eyes sparkle. “Okay!”

She’s so— she’s so cute. Faba can’t help but beam at her as she enthusiastically presses the buttons, mimicking his own technique. She’s doing well, in fact. Edwin seems to be excited at her progress, shuffling closer to Faba so he can lean across his lap and watch his sister play. Faba watches them both warmly, pleased the two seem to get along so well.

Maybe… there was something to this.

Hours later, Colress finally realises the time with a jolt of panic. Where were his kids? What were they doing? … Oh Arceus, it was already past five in the evening, he needed to start making their dinner! Where too, is Faba? He feels a stab of guilt; he hadn’t intended to leave him to supervise them. Oh Gods, what if he hadn’t even realised Colress wasn’t watching them and no one had been keeping an eye on them? The doctor strides out of the lab and down the hall urgently, glancing in every room until he reaches the kitchen. And stops.

There’s already a pot out on the hob, two chopping boards to the side of it, one with cuts of chicken on it, the other crowded with diced onions, garlic, and leek. Even uncooked, it makes for a pleasant aroma. That isn’t what catches his attention, though.

“…Now, what do we do after touching raw meat, hm?” Faba’s looking down at Rosalind and Edwin, stern but patient.

Patient. Faba. With children. To say Colress is shocked would be an understatement.

“Wash our hands?”

“Because?”

“Bacteria.”

Faba looks very pleased, and walks them over to the sink, even thinks to pull out their stool for them, so they can reach it. “Very good. Now, one at a time…” He glances round as Rosalind hops up on the stool first, and finally sees his partner. “There you are…”

Colress relaxes, opening up his arms and easily receiving Faba against his chest. They brush their lips together in a light kiss, lingering in an embrace for a moment.

“Honestly, dove. You should have told me before leaving the children under my care.” Faba pulls back and arches as eyebrow.

“I… I know. I apologise, I completely lost track of time.”

“Don’t you always?” But Faba says it in a coo, giving him another kiss- on his cheek. “You’ll be pleased to know your little ones are picking up the basics of cooking very quickly. A small miracle, given that they have half of your DNA.”

“Oh they are, are they?” Colress smiles, first down at his partner, then at his little ones.

“Yes. They were quite apt at video games too. At least, after some coaching.”

The doctor chuckles fondly, brushing his fingers against Faba’s cheek. “Darling… for someone who claims to be unable to stand children, you make quite a good Papa.”

Faba’s ears turn pink. “Humph! It was a necessity! Who else was there to look after them?” He trails off, resting the side of his face against Colress’ chest as the two of them watch Rosalind help Edwin to reach the sink to wash his hands. “…Besides. These two are… an exception.”

Colress hums happily, giving Faba a teasing nibble on his cheek. “Well, isn’t someone getting soft in their middle age…”

“Oh stop it.”

But, as he acknowledges with delight… Faba’s smiling as well.

[hiccupologist]

sections that I wrote a while ago of a heavily hiccup kink focused Crispin/Loboto fanfic; I enjoy how shamelessly tropey and silly it is, but honestly it's so iddy that I'd probably have a hard time posting it on ao3 or under any kind of tagging system. SO MUCH OTOMOTOPEIA. to be fair Cal literally says shit like "Rragh!" in the canon dialogue. and also there's some burping and heavy stomach petting and heavy discussion of horniness and orgasms and references to impending hands-free sex. and just like, very corny porny writing in general.

One particular night, he had been on guard duty when he heard what sounded like a squeaky hiccup echo through the court. He chalked it up to mental bias and wishful thinking. Then he heard voices coming towards him through the greenhouse.

  “Christ almighty, Cal, are those things going to stop any time soon?”

  “Ugh, it’s HIC all your fault! YouHICuck *gave* them to me!”

  Oh, God. This must be some strangely subtle wet dream. All evidence pointed to Loboto having the hiccups. And talking about them.

  “How the hell did I give you the hiccups?”

  “I t-told you UKK not to startle me! I HIC always get HUP the hiccups when I get HIC all jumpy!”

  Talking about them a *lot*. And they were about to get in the elevator. If there is a higher power, please let Dr. Loboto be one of those people who can’t shut up about their hiccups.

  “I expected you to punch me or something, not start squeaking!”

  Loboto made another exasperated noise. “Now you’re HUK making them worse bHICby making me HIC argue with you!”

  The mismatched pair came into view, Loboto standing up straight and rubbing his chest in a way that was cartoonishly sexual to Crispin but failed to register at all for either of the other men. He thought about how angry the doctor could get. If being upset and raising his voice made his hiccups worse, a meeting with his business partner boded very poorly for him. It was a pity he wouldn’t be there to witness things unfold.

  “Uhh, Christopher. Pippin.” The small general said, snapping his fingers in the air as he struggled to remember the name of the “employee” he barely spoke to. “Could you come with us? I don’t trust this one to hold anything without it going flying.” He gestured at Loboto, who looked a little embarassed.

---

Loboto is obviously starting to become distressed; he has so little self awareness, or perhaps such an underdeveloped sense of social norms, that he follows up his hiccups with pained noises and futilely rubs his tummy in an attempt to soothe his achy stomach. It’s all impossibly hot. Caligosto had apparently never quite absorbed the fact that adults, in general, don’t go around vocalizing their physical discomfort.

“Oughh! They’re HIC not going away!” He groans. “It’s HIC getting *worse*!”

Crispin tries to ignore the blood flowing to his groin from that little statement and decides to make himself useful as the doctor’s assistant. Ingratiating himself to Loboto was always good; not only did it assure he would love as comfortable a life as possible in the ruins, but he was fairly sure the man’s sex drive was motivated by ego stroking. “Don’t worry, Doctor, I’ll help you.”

Loboto perks up a little. “R-HICCULP-really? What do HIC do you mean?”

Crispin smiles. “I happen to know, er, a special medical technique to cure hiccups.”

“Oh! That would HIC be perfect!” He’s excited by the prospect of getting rid of his hiccups, but Crispin can tell he’s a little flustered about the idea of receiving treatment. After all, he’s a doctor! He can’t be a patient! The hint of a lavender blush is beginning to appear on his face. “What do I HIC need to do?”

“Just lean back in your bed and we can start.”

 Caligosto nods and crawls into the bed he’s constructed, two hospital cots welded together and padded with extra pillows and mattresses. He puts a pillow up against the wall and reclines, resting his hand protectively on his stomach. Oh no, he’s so cute. Laying in bed and looking at Crispin expectantly as his hiccups make his hand bounce. Crispin sits on the bed, positioning himself just between Loboto’s legs and leaning towards his abdomen.

“I’m going to touch your stomach now, alright?” Crispin says in his most soothing voice.

“Be careful!” Loboto squeaks. Crispin isn’t sure what he means until he presses his hand into Cal’s stomach and it actually makes him moan. Of course. He’s been locked up so long without intimacy that he must be dying of touch starvation. A gentle touch could very well do *things* to him.

Crispin doesn’t acknowledge the sounds. He wants to make Loboto feel comfortable. Plus, if he comments on them then Cal might try to stifle them, and we wouldn’t want *that*. He just rubs soft, firm circles into the doctor’s squishy middle, silently enjoying the soundtrack. Loboto honest to god sounds like he’s having an orgasm, and the way that his hiccups interrupt and distort his voice is absolutely wonderful.

Crispin draws a long line from Loboto’s pelvic bone all the way up to his sternum, and this produces a loud, sudden belch. Loboto immediately claps his hand to his mouth and apologizes. “Oops! Excuse HULP me, that just HIC snuck out!”

“Nonsense. If any air needs to come out, let it happen.” 

Caligosto didn’t know what to say at this point; they were both maintaining the facade that this was just a helpful stomach massage in a professional context. He finally managed “I thiHICink it’s HIC helping…” which almost makes Crispin laugh. It is very clearly not helping; Caligosto’s pulse is throbbing and he’s turned indigo from flushing and he’s breathing like he’s doing jumping jacks; if adrenaline is a problem for him, whatever cocktail of hormones his brain is releasing right now is so much worse.

[johnmalevolent]

liveblog

angsty flashback playing underwater

new bgm

episode starts with an argument theyre being bitchy as if theyve just fought about something big

mustache

he just wants to see a movie!!! he's been patient gdi!!!!!

yes

yes give him his movie

let him watch a movie

is that what you want? yes '-'

the woman

the bgm is so nice

who is a member of what. huh whuh

what!!!

okay i need to know about bella and daniel right this second

oo here comes the handkerchief bicker

the man has a voice too doesnt he

also i love how this man takes the spotlight now when collins was most likely the guy who asked for the ticket

the scary violin and john's bad feeling

bless you

we just bought that >:O

i love john so much

he can finally be upset about something small <3

hi henley

hi percival

did john just say ugh

"the same like me" "read to me" :0

thats a good short story also does anyone know where its from. i tried looking up matt roland but nothing

aur naur orther lester

collins!!!

thank you for the description john!!! the little artist inside me is doing a little happy dance

who

who!!!

yay detectives detecting!!

our first yesss arthur this season!!!

but even if you managed to do so

i dont think youll be able to avoid the inevitable 1v1 combat

(please be a 1v1 combat)

i stopped listening here im excited to know what will happen

😳

"the shot isnt likely to be heard" oh arthur if only

enjoy??

YEAH they did talk about john starting to get the detective thing

you are my eyes...

why is john shouting arthur can hear him fine

yes like that

okay- youre overselling it

I LOVE THEM

TOP OF THE CAR.

fighting on top of the car perhaps

he ducked!!!

exactly how did he

wire!!!!!

its the man

ono

no

NO

oh hands

ok

wait no. not ok

thats still not ok

holy shit that was intense

THE PIN

no

nah no way

ARTHUR

COME ON

YEAHHH

YEAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

also our first jesus christ arthur you fucking made it this season!!!

whew

[jerzwriter]

A/N Honestly, this chapter bothered me on so many levels. As someone who has gone through two high risk pregnancies and been to the emergency room more times than I'd like to think about, my obgyn (or one from the group) was the one to always treat me as soon as the E.R. doctors found out I was pregnant. So to have an intern and Ethan treat Dolores and allow HER, the patient, to make life threatening decisions on postponing the surgery just *hits head on wall repeatedly*.

Girl. Girl, girl, GIRL! This is one of the parts of the story that PISSES ME THE FUCK off more than any other. It was maddening. I went to the ER once when pregnant with the flu. I was very sick, but not life-threatening and the first thing they did is call my OBGYN's office. The ER doc said their job was to make sure I was stable, then my doc took over. And Edenbrook is supposed to be the top teaching hospital in the nation (God help us if they actually were.) lol This pissed me off too!

For the Ethan stans (which I love him too!) I never understood PB's reasoning to let him, this brilliant doctor, allow Dolores to talk him into postponing emergency treatment. I don't think with what we know of him that he would have waited either.

THIS THIS THIS! UGH. Why do we even like Choices? lol

Now, I have a lot to say. Forgive me as I basically regurgitate your fic back to you with commentary! lol

"It was the only decision that could be made." He added, hoping she really understood. "As much as Dolores fought against it, this was the only way to give them both a chance at survival."

I love a decisive man, and honestly, as you said - this was the only correct answer.

Something about Tobias made her want to be the only one he would turn to in times like this.

🫠🫠🫠 YES! This.

"Careful, Rookie. That sounds dangerously close to hero worship."

You know this will eventually be a role play fantasy, but I digres....

Something about the way Chris laughed made him want to join in. It didn't matter if he was able to cause it or if he happened to overhear it. He simply wanted to be near her and enjoy the infectious feelings that came over him whenever he knew she was happy.

With a smile lingering, she quipped back, "I admire you a great deal, Dr. Carrick, but hero worship might be pushing it." "I'll get there one day."

Again 🫠🫠🫠

"Why don't we get out of here?"

I love how your mind works!!!!

"Me and you?" - my second wedding song - but I'll forgive you!😂😂

there's a store nearby where we can find a replacement.

OK we may be brain twins here.

"Did you two date?"

LOL this would be my first question, too. Because... Tobias. lol

"Is that disbelief I hear in your voice that someone didn't find me attractive?"

DO YOU HEAR ME CACKLING ON THE EAST COAST! LMAO!

"I don't exactly have a reputation for long term relationships."

SEE lol Ah - I love him - I love you - love fest!

"Does that bother you? Those tales you've heard?" Chris met his curious gaze and slowly shook her head. "Not at all." A flirty smile flashed his way, making his own pop up. "In fact," she opened her door, "your history reminds me a little of my own."

"The ones I left never complained about the loving part." She whispered close to his mouth. "Just imagine how much better it is when I stick around."

Knowing that standing near a half burnt building wasn't the atmosphere he would want for that to happen, he flattened himself on the pavement.

I mean, you go with what you have... lol

"I need your mind in that gutter, Valentine."

I love them, your honor!

"You think you could use all those muscles I see to not only hold me but also keep me from tumbling down that hole?" "I can do a lot more than hold you." He winked at her. "I intend on giving you a chance to prove that one day."

"We make a pretty good team." "You're just now realizing this?" He teased.

"My little tadpole." She said while stroking his cheek with her other hand. "I'm so happy to finally meet you."

I LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS!!!!!

Ah thank you my friend, I've had a difficult day and this is just what I needed tonight!!!

Searching

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One Shot

Rewriting Book 1's Chapter Four: Dolores

A/N Honestly, this chapter bothered me on so many levels. As someone who has gone through two high risk pregnancies and been to the emergency room more times than I'd like to think about, my obgyn (or one from the group) was the one to always treat me as soon as the E.R. doctors found out I was pregnant. So to have an intern and Ethan treat Dolores and allow HER, the patient, to make life threatening decisions on postponing the surgery just *hits head on wall repeatedly*. So, even if I hate to continue this line of treatment to a fictional pregnant woman (and since this is a rewrite I'm definitely changing the canon ending for my own sake!), here's how I would think this chapter would have gone with what we see from Tobias in Book 3. He was never one to hesitate in making decisions, which was shown in the chapter with the man having seizures. For the Ethan stans (which I love him too!) I never understood PB's reasoning to let him, this brilliant doctor, allow Dolores to talk him into postponing emergency treatment. I don't think with what we know of him that he would have waited either.

Masterlist

****************

It'd been hard to tell an old friend that she and her child were in danger. After Chris ran the tests, he saw immediately what the next necessary steps were. Tobias sent for the oncall obgyn to get their opinion. They next prepared Dr. Tanaka's surgical team for what needed to be done. Both NICU and the obstetrician were scrubbing up to assist in surgery.

"Tobias, no!" Dolores cried out as she was wheeled from the E.R. to surgery. "Please, give me more time."

"We don't have time." He squeezed her hand as he walked beside the gurney. "It isn't safe for you or the baby to wait another second."

Tears streamed down her cheeks. "What will happen to my baby?"

"He'll have the best care in NICU." He promised her. "And you'll be able to watch over him while he's there."

She sniffled as more tears fell. As much as she trusted him, hearing the news that her baby would be born so early scared her more than anything. Thoughts of if she did something wrong flooded through her mind. Those thoughts gave way to the plans she'd made to give her son the best of everything in life and that included the right beginning.

She still didn't have his nursery ready. Her sister was coming into town the following week to help her pick out a crib. She'd bought nothing, save for a little frog. Once she saw the soft blanketed stuffed animal, she knew it was perfect for her own little tadpole.

"I wish I had his little frog. He needs his first toy. I planned on giving it to him when he was born." She mumbled.

Dolores felt ridiculous. Here she was thinking of a stupid toy when her world was turned upside down. In that panic filled moment, she would give anything to not have lost it in the fire.

Tobias let go of her hand once they took her into surgery. He stood there outside the automatic doors with a heart heavy with worry. He knew the chances of their survival were slightly better for her than if the fire had never happened. He couldn't imagine her alone in her apartment when a seizure struck.

"Dr. Carrick?"

He turned towards Chris. He'd completely forgotten about basically taking her patient away and not giving her a chance to treat Dolores.

"Sorry about taking the decision from you, Valentine." He apologized. "But--"

"No, you did the right thing." Chris interrupted.

"It was the only decision that could be made." He added, hoping she really understood. "As much as Dolores fought against it, this was the only way to give them both a chance at survival."

"I know." She mumbled, arms folding across her torso as if chilled. "And I know how difficult it has to be to tell someone something like that, especially if you're close to them. Honestly, it's hard to stand there and tell a patient I don't know that it doesn't look good."

He nodded, his lips firming in a grim line. He knew it was difficult for some doctors to state the truth. He was one of the lucky ones who could separate his feelings in that moment and tell someone their illness was terminal or that their chances were not as great as one would hope.

No one doubted he cared as he treated his patients. People soon realized that the reason he could so easily tell someone they were dying was because he was the kind who would want a doctor to tell him the absolute, non-sugarcoated, truth if he had a terminal condition. He knew the only way a person could cope was if they had all the facts.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he slumped against the wall.

"I think this is worse than giving a patient bad news." He told her. "Waiting to see what happens with a necessary treatment makes the job, at least for me, harder."

Chris leaned beside him. She quietly studied his dejected demeanor and felt a longing to comfort him. It wasn't the usual feelings when she saw a friend or patient sad. Something about Tobias made her want to be the only one he would turn to in times like this.

Nudging him with her elbow, she tried to keep his spirits up.

"You did everything you could to give this a chance to work." She reminded him. "There's a great team in there fighting for both Dolores and her baby because of you and your quick diagnosis."

Tobias snorted softly. Her fervent words were spoken with such conviction that it made him wonder just what she felt for him. Was it simple admiration or possibly something more heartfelt?

"Careful, Rookie. That sounds dangerously close to hero worship."

Her laughter was a stark contrast to the eerily quiet hallway. It brought a smile to his face as he listened to the joyful sound. Something about the way Chris laughed made him want to join in. It didn't matter if he was able to cause it or if he happened to overhear it. He simply wanted to be near her and enjoy the infectious feelings that came over him whenever he knew she was happy.

With a smile lingering, she quipped back, "I admire you a great deal, Dr. Carrick, but hero worship might be pushing it."

"I'll get there one day." He teased.

Still smiling she shook her head. After a few moments of companionable silence, a yawn slipped out.

"What time does your shift end?" Tobias asked.

"About two hours ago." She replied.

"Go home." He ordered. "Me and everyone else here will need you well rested for whatever we have to face tomorrow."

"I want to stay and see how Dolores is." She argued. "I know you took over her case, but I--"

He reached out and gently squeezed her hand, cutting off her argument.

"You still need some sleep, Chris." He tugged her closer, making her heart skip about, then turned her towards an oncall room. "I'll wake you when we know something."

She hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to leave him alone to face whatever was to happen. She knew there was a chance, one too horrible to contemplate, that Dolores and her baby might not survive. The thought alone broke her heart. She couldn't let him deal with the outcome without someone there to comfort him.

She knew if it was reversed, she'd want him by her side.

"I don't think I could fall asleep." Chris checked the time. "Why don't we get out of here?"

His eyebrow lifted while a flirty smile popped up. "Me and you?"

"Easy there." She teased. "As fun as that would be, I thought we could go look for Dolores's frog."

He glanced once again at the surgical doors. She could see both his wanting to leave and his need to stick around until the end warring within him.

"I think it would make this a little easier on her if we could find it. If we can't, maybe there's a store nearby where we can find a replacement." Chris added.

Tobias studied her for a few seconds in silence. He'd suspected she had a tender heart from the first time he'd seen her with a patient. He was pleased, especially in this particular situation, to see that he was right.

"Let me get my car keys." He jogged off towards the locker room.

***************

"So?" Chris began once they left. "How long have you known Dolores?"

"Ten years." Tobias replied. "She was my first patient fresh out of medical school."

"Have you kept in touch?"

"We have, though not as much as we did when we first met." He grinned over the memories. "She and her sister had me and my old roommate over for dinner a lot that first year. Then we'd meet up occasionally. Now we mostly exchange Christmas cards and talk through texts."

"Did you two date?"

Chris couldn't believe her own nerve for asking that.

"No." He replied, chuckling at the notion. "Dolores and her sister have certain tastes in significant others and I didn't line up with what they were looking for."

"Why not?" Chris persisted.

Tobias cut his eyes at her. "Is that disbelief I hear in your voice that someone didn't find me attractive?"

She began to laugh while shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, partly. Mostly I'm curious as to why you didn't line up with their own desires."

"I don't exactly have a reputation for long term relationships." He admitted.

"So I've heard." Chris teased. "In fact, second dates seem to be a rarity in tales of your exploits."

He pulled over near Dolores's office, threw the gear shift into park, and turned towards the woman next to him.

"Does that bother you? Those tales you've heard?"

Chris met his curious gaze and slowly shook her head.

"Not at all."

A flirty smile flashed his way, making his own pop up.

"In fact," she opened her door, "your history reminds me a little of my own."

Tobias unbuckled and hurried after her.

"So you're a heartbreaker?" He asked.

"There might be a few men who would call me that." She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Nowhere near enough to give your reputation a run for its money."

He chuckled as they began to search around the recently burned building.

"Maybe I should be scared." He teased. "I never would have thought you were a love them and leave them kind of person."

"You shouldn't be scared." Chris abruptly stopped to make him bump into her.

The moment his hands landed on her waist to steady them both, she swiftly turned around to face him and draped her arms over his shoulders.

His breath caught when she moved closer to him, head tilting as if she was getting ready for a kiss.

"The ones I left never complained about the loving part." She whispered close to his mouth. "Just imagine how much better it is when I stick around."

Stepping away before he could make a move, she motioned him towards a storm drain.

"Looks like this is where most of the water is going. Maybe the toy got swept down there."

Tobias shook himself out of his shock of having her that close. Once her words registered, he found himself ready to put her to the test. They'd been dancing around the issue for weeks now. With how he felt and how often she flirted with him, he knew without a doubt they were going to happen.

She just had to go and remind him of why they were out here.

One day, he thought, I'll have that perfect moment alone with her and we'll finally begin.

Knowing that standing near a half burnt building wasn't the atmosphere he would want for that to happen, he flattened himself on the pavement.

"It's too dark to see anything down there." He grumbled.

Chris handed him her phone to use as a flashlight.

"I see it." He pushed up off the ground once he realized he couldn't easily get through the opening. "I think I might get stuck if I reach for it."

Chris eyed how his damp shirt molded over his muscles. Her hands ached to see just how they'd feel beneath her palms. She'd caught him a time or two changing in the locker room. It'd taken all of her self control not to ogle him.

He caught her staring. A flash of heat went through him over the way she was checking him out. He couldn't stop his smug smirk from forming.

"I need your mind in that gutter, Valentine."

Chris snorted on her laugh as she forced her eyes off of him to analyze the best way to rescue the toy.

"You think you could use all those muscles I see to not only hold me but also keep me from tumbling down that hole?"

"I can do a lot more than hold you." He winked at her.

"I intend on giving you a chance to prove that one day." She quipped back.

Without complaint, she got down on the wet pavement and scooted towards the drain. Tobias held onto one of her arms while she reached for the toy.

"I can't quite reach it." Chris looked up at him. "Hold my waist so I can scoot further in."

Tobias wrapped his arms around her, smirking when he felt her momentarily stiffen against his body pressed against her lower half.

"You okay?" He couldn't resist asking.

His voice, deeper than usual, made her want to sink against him and see what would happen next.

"More than okay." She looked back at him over her shoulder. "Don't let go."

"I always knew you'd say that to me."

Chris laughed as she reached for the toy.

"If you get stuck down there, Chris," Tobias joked, "I'm leaving you the moment a clown pops up."

"I'm pulling you in with me once I see he has a balloon." She giggled when he playfully pretended he was going to let her go.

She reached a little further and finally managed to snag the edge of the frog's blanket with the tips of her fingers.

"I've got it!"

Tobias pulled her out.

Chris grimaced over the dirty street water coating the front of her scrubs.

"Don't worry." Tobias reached up to wipe a muddy smudge off her cheek. "You're still cute."

"As long as you think so." She smiled over his hand lingering against her damp skin.

"I do." He grinned. "Now let's see what all the fuss was about."

The two examined the dirty little frog.

"Think he's salvageable?" Chris asked.

"We'll see once he's cleaned up." Tobias responded. "If not, I know where the spare key is to the gift shop. I'm sure there's some kind of frog thing in there."

As they walked back to his car, she nudged him with her elbow.

"We make a pretty good team."

Tobias opened the passenger door for her.

"You're just now realizing this?" He teased.

She paused in getting in, folding her arms along the top of the door so she could lean closer to him.

"I suspected we would." Her eyes drifted over his handsome face when he leaned even closer. "Now I'm certain of it."

"Good." He nodded towards her seat. "Let's get you, me, and this pitiful frog cleaned up."

***************

A few hours later, the pair wheeled an exhausted Dolores towards NICU. She was hugging the sterilized frog close to her chest while fighting back tears.

"One of the doctors told me that the first night is the most crucial." She mumbled. "I don't know what I'll do if he..."

Her words were cut off by a gut wrenching sob.

Chris reached down to hug the frightened woman.

"He's a fighter." She whispered. "And having you there will make him fight all the more."

Dolores squeezed her tight while trying to calm down. "Okay. I can do this."

Tobias pushed her wheelchair into the nursery.

"Oh!" Dolores exclaimed when she saw her baby for the first time.

With tears falling she reached out and gently touched her son's hand, laughing some when he gripped her finger.

"My little tadpole." She said while stroking his cheek with her other hand. "I'm so happy to finally meet you."

Tobias placed his hand on her shoulder. "We'll give you two a chance to talk."

Dolores nodded, never taking her eyes off her baby.

Chris wiped at her own tears once they stepped outside.

"Sorry." She sniffed while searching for a tissue. "I know I should be more stoic."

Without saying a word, Tobias draped his arm around her.

She turned towards him to press her face against his shoulder while her body shook with muffled sobs.

He gently rubbed her back.

"It's okay to feel things as a doctor, Chris." He reminded her.

"Not according to one of my professors." She blubbered. "I just know how much harder this could be if we'd lost one or even both of them."

"Yes, it could have ended badly." He hugged her close. "Tonight though, we got a win. We won't always, but for tonight we'll rest in knowing we beat the odds once more."

[neoyuno]

No Biting ♡ J.JH (M)

Jaehyun is tired after a long week of working on the preparations for his new album and finds comfort on you—literally; or, jaehyun treats your boobs as his personal stress squishies.

Pairing | Idol!Jaehyun ♡ CelebCrush!Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Smut (breast play + him being needy abt it, dirty talk, switch!jaehyun, choking, saliva play? (i still don't know how to label this, but sex too good they drooling...), riding, lots of kissing, praising.)

Word Count | 3.8K

Reading time | 19 mins

Warnings: usage of curse words, explicit descriptions of sex, afab reader. not my best work imo, but i hope y'all like it nonetheless <3 thank you for liking my stuff so far <33 // also, wrote rino in bc i love her sm, I’d also appreciate any type of feedback :’)

“Okay, that’s it for today, guys. We will continue with the rest of the choreography tomorrow.” The lady in front of them said. “Now, rest up and take care! Love ya!” She blew them all a kiss and left the studio.

All 10 men laid around the room, visibly exhausted as sweat glistened on their blushed skin.

“I can’t wait till this comeback is over… it is so tiring.” Taeyong exhaled and drank from his water bottle.

“Tell me about it, I had a recording session with _____ last night and I kept messing up. I feel so bad for her, we had to be up till 3 am.” Mark replied.

“She’s so sweet about it, though. She deserves a prize for being the best producer ever.” Taeil chuckled and everyone else agreed.

“And the best host too, her food is so good, I don’t miss hotels at all.” Yura added.

Jaehyun couldn’t help but smile at the sweet words his friends said about you. You were indeed the sweetest and he was utterly and crazily in love with you. They have never worked with someone as good and patient as you. Not only do you do a great job with their songs, you always teach them new things—and let them stay at your house whenever they are in town.

“Are you coming with us or will you stay?” Jaehyun opened his eyes at the sound of Johnny’s voice.

“I think ______ is still here, I’ll leave with her.” He replied and the older guy nodded. “She said to make sure to put the code before you go in the house or else the alarm will go crazy.”

“Got it, see you later, man.” Johnny waved him goodbye and left with the rest of the boys.

Jaehyun laid on the floor for a few more minutes, enjoying the cool air coming from the vent right above, before gathering his stuff and making way to the floor above.

He entered the studio to see you sitting down at the mixer, eyeglasses on, and messy hair.

“Hi baby, are you still working?” He asked and kissed your head before grabbing a chair to sit next to you.

“Yes, sweetie. I am having a bit of trouble with this song. I can’t remove this weird rumble from this track, I might need to replace those mics already.” You said and pressed play again on the small clip. “I might need to re-record this.”

“Who’s track is it?” He asked and leaned to look at the monitor, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yours.” He whined playfully and hugged you tight. 

“I’m tired…” he pouted and you reached back to pet his hair.

“You don’t have to record right now, baby. We can hook you up in the studio at home. It’s just this minute-long track, so don’t worry.”

“Okay~~” you felt his lips touch your neck and his hands moved dangerously close to your underboob. “Soo, can we go home? I want to cuddle…”

“Not yet, love. I still need to work on this song.” You shivered when his fingers softly massaged your breasts. “Jaehyun…”

“Hmm?” He kissed your neck repeatedly.

“Jaehyun, stop that. I am working.”

“But, baby… they are so soft,” he squeezed. “So pretty…” 

“Jaehyun.” You warned again.

“Ugh, please…” he pouted again and turned your chair to face him.

“Dude, what’s up with you today?” You asked, getting a little annoyed at his clinginess when you needed to work—but it secretly made you melt. To be honest, you did need a break but you were too stubborn.

“I miss you.” He cupped your face and kissed you a couple of times.

“Jae, you are staying at my house. We see each other every day.”

“Okay, that’s still not enough.” He pouted and kissed your lips again.

“Not enough? What else could we do?” You giggled and he hummed. 

“Lemme move in with you…”

“Jaehyun, you live in Seoul… I live in California…” you stared at him with an unamused expression.

“So? I’ll move here.” He shrugged.

“Yeah? What about your career?”

“I’ll quit being an idol and become your house-husband.” He smiled cheekily and kissed you again. 

“Will you wait for me at home wearing sexy lingerie?” You joked but he blushed.

“I-uhm, I mean, if you want me to…”

“Hmm, interesting… Good to know…” you pecked his lips and turned back around to face your computer.

“Ugh, pay attention to meeee,” he whined and tried turning you around but you locked your feet on the chair base. “Pleaseeeee…”

“Jaehyun, I’m gonna kick you out and make you wait in the car.”

“Let’s just cuddle for 5 minutes.” He said. “Just 5 minutes, please?”

You sighed and turned around. His cute face always lets him get away with anything he wants, it’s like he bewitches you into saying yes. To be honest, you are just too in love with him to deny him any love—and he needs lots of it. All the time.

“Fine, just 5 minutes, Jeong.” He did a happy dance and dragged you to the sofa.

“You are so warm and cuddly. I love you, my little teddy bear.” He kissed you all over the face and hugged you tight while you groaned jokingly.

“How was today, baby?” You asked after he settled down.

“Tiring, we had some fittings and also dance practice for the video shooting next month.” He said

“You work too hard, love.” You hummed and kissed his lips.

“Can I lay on your chest?” He asked bashfully and you chuckled.

“Of course, beautiful.” He blushed at the petname and settled his face between your boobs, the side of his head laying on one of the plush mounds.

“So soft…” he sighed.

“Are you okay, hun?” You asked while stroking his hair.

“Yeah, I’m just very tired and stressed. I’ve been having a very bad shoulder ache for the past few days too.” 

“Awe, baby, why hadn’t you said anything? I’ll give you a new pillow tonight. Do you want me to give you a massage?” You asked and kissed his head.

“No, angel, it’s okay. But I know something that will help me with my stress.” He smirked cutely at you and you felt his hands lift your shirt up. 

“Jaehyun.” You scolded but he whined. “Ugh, fine… just cause you need it, but just that and nothing more. I have a session tomorrow morning and I can’t have a filthy sofa in my studio.”

Jaehyun moved to hover over your body, kissing your lips before moving back to pull down your shirt. 

“Hmm, so pretty.” He whispered and kissed you again. “You’re so beautiful.”

You looked up at him, his eyes staring down at you. You reached up to pull him by the neck, clashing your lips unto his.

His lips engulfed yours perfectly as you sighed lovingly, making him smile. He absolutely loved hearing your love sighs, they made his heart flutter. Ever since he first kissed you and you sighed, he was hooked—he already was, but he knew he was done for when he heard the pretty sound.

“Let me take this off…” his fingers worked to unclasp your bra from the front, your breasts springing free once the last clasp was undone. 

You watched intently as he licked his lips, before dipping in. His mouth automatically latched to your nipple while his hands pressed your boobs together.

“Mmm…” he hummed against your skin. 

He closed his eyes and his eyebrows knitted up while he sucked on your chest. You couldn’t help but stare at his hollowed cheeks swallowing your nipples. 

“So squishy…” he groaned before poking his tongue to play with your glistening buds. He alternated between teasing one and the other.

His hands squeezed your boobs again before his thumb and index finger moved to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging, he got them to be hard and blushed.

You just laid there, staring down at him being mesmerized by your tits. He was absolutely obsessed with your boobs. Whenever he was stressed he would just come to you and start acting all clingy until he eventually ended up under your shirt choking on your boobs. 

A hard tug on your nipple made you snap out of it when you felt a slight pain. Teeth. He had bitten you.

“Jaehyun. No biting.” 

“I’m sorry, angel. I couldn’t help it.” He whispered and kissed the skin he had bit. 

You stared as he poked out his tongue again, licking your areolas in circular motions, before licking your nipples. His strong hands kept kneading your breasts and you couldn’t help but bite your lip.

His mouth suddenly sucked both nipples at the same time when he pressed your tits together, making you gasp a little.

“Are you okay, baby? Did that hurt?” He asked worriedly, the corners of his mouth glistened with his own saliva and you couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I was just thinking about how shy you were when we first met and look at you right now.” You smirked playfully.

“Look who’s talking. The girl that went from teasing me because I liked her to begging for my dick.” He replied and you scoffed in surprise.

“As if! I don’t beg!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“It’s okay, don’t be shy. We all know you love it.” He argued and hovered your body, his face now leveled to yours. Jaehyun couldn’t help but stop and admire you. Messy hair against, your flushed skin, plus your cute specs resting on the bridge of your nose—it was just such a sight to see.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You whispered, the fact that you had your whole chest out was long forgotten.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

“I don’t look pretty right now.” You said.

“You look gorgeous. You always do.” Your heart skipped a beat when his lips pressed on yours. It was crazy how Jaehyun made you feel. No one had ever made you feel as loved as he did. Sure, you had many people calling you beautiful, praising you, and showing their love for you, but the sparkle in the dimpled guy’s eyes whenever he looked at you made you feel like the most special person on earth.

“Let’s go home.” You whispered against his lips and he nodded.

You both stood up and he gathered your belongings while you turned off all studio equipment. Just as you were about to open the door he yanked you by the arm.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Your… let me put it back on.” He said bashfully as he blushed and reached to clasp your bra on and lift your shirt back up.

“Oh my God… I was about to leave with my tits out?!” You hide your face on his chest. “This is your fault.”

“Okay, I actually take the blame for this. I had forgotten about pulling your shirt back up.” He smiled cutely. “Your boobs are just so nice… I want to see them all the time!”

“Shh, be quiet.” You whispered as you entered your house, Jaehyun practically clinging to you as he tried to kiss your neck.

“They are all asleep, none of us are light sleepers, so don’t worry…” he replied and locked the front door before removing his shoes and running after you to your room.

Jaehyun closed the door and locked it. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, as you changed into your satin nightdress. He reached to press the small device on the wall, turning on the soundproof system. 

“Really, Jaehyun?” You deadpanned.

“Hey, you get loud sometimes.” He said and removed his shirt, tossing it in the basket by the closet’s entrance.

“And who said we are having sex?” You teased. “Plus, the loud one here is you.”

“Hmm… then why did we come home?” He dropped his sweats and tossed them where his shirt was. You tried your best not to stare at him much—the sight of him in only his black tight underwear and that damn silver chain was absolutely knee-dropping.

“Because you were right. I need a break.” You said and put your glasses back on, ready to read a bit. 

“What are you reading, then?” He asked and grabbed his towel.

“My new mixing console’s manual…” you replied.

“Babe, you need to stop. Watch some t.v or something. You worked all day.” He passed you the remote control for the t.v after pressing the button for it to come down from his hiding place in the ceiling.

“And don’t watch any music-related videos. You can do all that tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead and you groaned.

“Fine.” You huffed and looked for something to watch.

“I’ll be back, I’m just going to take a shower.” He said and saw your pouty face. “Give me a kiss.” He leaned in.

“No.” You huffed again.

“Fine.” He was about to leave to the bathroom when you grabbed his farm.

“Okay, come back! Just one kiss.” You smooched his lips and he smiled widely.

“I love you, my grumpy baby.” He chuckled and left to shower.

Jaehyun came back to see you laughing at a comedy movie you found on Netflix. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laugh. He was deeply and madly in love with you.

You felt the bed dip on his side, making you turn your head for a second.

“You smell good.” You said while staring at the screen.

“Hmm, thanks?” He chuckled and leaned closer to you. 

Jaehyun stared at your bare shoulders and then down to your chest. The satin fabric was thin enough to let him see that your nipples were still hardened from before. You felt his lips press on your shoulder, slowly moving up your neck. 

His hand moved to cup your boobs, massaging them.

“I shall continue where I left off…” he said before pulling the straps of your nightdress down, revealing your breasts.

His mouth quickly attached to your nipples as he laid his head on your lap. Jaehyun’s tongue worked around your nipples and occasionally sucked them in.

You clicked your tongue and shook your head when you looked down at him. He was like a baby, his mouth latched on your left breast and his hand kneaded the other while his eyes were closed.

“What would your fans say if they found out their sweet Jaehyun is obsessed with sucking boobs?” You asked and ran your finger through his hair as he opened his eyes.

“I’m not obsessed with sucking boobs…” he said after pulling on your nipple and lapping it after. “I’m obsessed with sucking your boobs. There’s a difference.”

“What happened to my sweet shy Jaehyun?” You fake cried and he chuckled. “Who is this pervert, huh?”

“Me? A pervert?” He rested on his hand to be at your eye level and feigned offense. “What would your fans think if they knew their sweet ____ was obsessed with my dick?”

“Babe… I write songs about sex. Everybody knows I love dick, they just don’t know who’s.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed before pecking your lips.

“You look so cute with your glasses on…” he smiled and kissed you again.

“Yeah?” He hummed in response and kissed down your neck.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked as you stroked his hair.

“Yeah… but you look too good…” he bit your collarbone and kissed it after.

“Lay back.” You said and he immediately did as you said. 

Jaehyun laid back on the plush new pillows you had brought out for him. As you straddled his lap, you reached down to completely remove your nightdress, his hands quickly holding your waist and sliding down to your ass.

“How did I get so lucky?” He whispered and you giggled while grinding down on him.

“You were too cute not to fall in love with.” You leaned down to kiss his lips and he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss.

“I love you so much,” Jaehyun said and hissed when you pressed further down on his crotch.

“I love you more.” 

You kissed down his torso until you got the waistband of his underwear, which you removed quickly and tossed to the side before removing your own. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dimmed the lights and turned on the starry ceiling lights. 

The lighting change made his eyes look like they contained the stars and the whole universe—and they really did (for you).

“Do you want to use a condom?” You asked as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “I’m on the pill.”

“I want to feel all of you…” he replied and you smirked. 

The man beneath you shuddered when he felt your hand touch his sensitive erection.  “Why are you always so horny?” You teased and he kissed your lips.

“How can I not, when I have the sexiest woman in the whole world as my girlfriend?” He whispered.

“Oh yeah? I’m the sexiest?” He hummed in agreement. “Mmm, that feels so good.” You moaned when his hand came down to grab his length and teased your entrance with the tip.

You slowly sank onto his cock, the size filling you up deliciously as you both moaned in unison.

“You feel so good, love.” He groaned.

Your knees supported you as you bounced on his lap slowly and your hands rested on his bare chest. Goosebumps arose on your skin as he caressed your body ever so softly.

“Ah! Mmm, Yuno…” he grunted at the sound of his name leaving your lips in that way.

He absolutely loved it when you called him that, given that not everyone calls him that, it makes it even more special. 

“If you get tired, tell me, kitten.” He husked and you felt warm at the mention of that damned petname.

“Stop…” you breathed out sheepishly, which was cut short and into a moan.

“Stop what, kitten?” He smirked and bit his lip for a second before groaning loudly as your center engulfed him tightly.

“Stop calling me that.” His hands grabbed your hips sternly and his hips pushed forward. “Fuck! Jae- ah!” His hips remained thrusting up, your mouth hanging open at the feeling.

“Such a good kitten, aren’t you, baby?” He growled and wiped the small trail of drool falling past your lips. “You look so pretty like that… hmm…”

“Is it that good that it’s got you drool- hng-“ his voice was cut short when your hands were placed on his neck, softly pressing on his throat.

“What was that, sweetheart?” His eyes were closed and his mouth open in a smirk. 

He enjoyed every second of your hands cutting his oxygen, the rush made him even hornier. Plus, he loved feeling your small hands on his neck, it was thick enough for you to need both hands to choke him. 

“S’good…” he choked out as one of your hands left his throat to swipe out a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Look who’s drooling now… pussy too good?” You teased.

Jaehyun couldn’t do much but hum and moan when you leaned down to bite his lower lip. His hand moved to grasp at yours that was on his neck, giving you the signal to stop. You removed your hands and he inhaled sharply, in need of oxygen.

“Don’t- fuck!” He whimpered when he felt your walls clench around his shaft. 

“Don’t what, baby?” Your hands took place by each side of his head, making your tits bounce close to his face. “Kitten ate your tongue?”

“Oh, God!” You wiped a bit of sweat on his forehead with your fingers and quickened the pace your hips were snapping to. “Kiss me, please.”

As you leaned down to do so, he took advantage of your hands not having any support, and flipped you over by the waist. His mouth attached to yours still, flicking his tongue on your lips.

“Fuck, Jaehyun!” You screamed against his lips. Your boyfriend’s hips slammed into you rapidly.

“Do you want to get me in trouble again? Huh?” He grunted as you moaned louder—reminding you of the last time you choked him, he had lost his voice and got in trouble.

“As if you don’t like it…” you smirked but a sharp thrust made your smirk fade into a whine.

“You’re right. I don’t like it… I fucking love it.” Jaehyun kissed your jaw and down your neck until he reached his favorite spot—your shoulder blade, where he sunk his teeth to leave a mark. “Shit-“

“Stop biting!” Your fingernails dug on his back and his head fell to your chest, his hands gripping at your tits and mouth sucking your sensitive buds.

“I’m so close, baby…” you cried out after a few seconds.

“I’m close too, kitten. Fuck you feel so good.” He shut his eyes again and bit the skin of your breasts, coming up to kiss you after.

“You’re so beautiful, angel.” He murmured against your cheek, yet in your ears, it sounded like he was far away.

“Mmm, Jae-“ your toes curled up once you wrapped your legs around his torso to feel him deeper.

“Let go, sweetheart.” He rasped and you did as he said with a loud moan.

You felt yourself dissolve into the pleasure he was giving you. A ringing noise filled your ears mixed with the faint sound of Jaehyun’s low moans, while you could feel his cock pulsating inside you as he came.

The weight of his body soon fell upon yours, but it just felt like the warmest hug ever.

“I love you,” he repeated countless times as he kissed all over your skin.

“Don’t move,” you whined. “Just hug me.”

“Of course, pretty.” He circled his arms around your waist and rolled you over to lay on his chest, where you stayed for a couple of minutes, listening to his heartbeat.

“Don’t your shoulders hurt, baby?” You asked, remembering the muscle pain he voiced out earlier.

“Mmm, yeah… but you make me feel better.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Do you want to take a shower again?” You asked and he only laughed. “I’ll give you a massage if you wash my hair.”

“You don’t need to bargain with me, you know I’d do anything for you for free.” He said and sat up, bringing you up with him. “So… about moving in with you…”

NEOYUNO 2022