#and my friends walked me to and from my car

[jesuistrestriste]

death with no dignity; patrick zweig

“ amethyst and flowers on the table

is it real or a fable ?

well, i suppose, a friend is a friend

and we all know how this will end ” - sufjan stevens

cw (18+) : mentions of depressive symptoms, masturbation, and heavy yearning.

wc : 1.9 k

When Patrick was eighteen, he killed a doe. 

It was an accident, it truly was, in every sense of the word. 

He had been driving home from Art’s house around 11 PM and had been playing some stupid song on the radio. He’d thrashed his head and slapped his palms against the leather steering wheel to the stupid beat, carefree and unassuming. It had been so dark, and he was distracted, and then suddenly the deer was in the center of the road. Big, black, shiny eyes and pointed ears and a deep brown coat. She was beautiful. For the split moment that he had before the impact, that’s all he could think about. 

He didn’t have enough time to swerve and avoid her because he’d been speeding, and everything afterwards happened in slow-motion. The skidding squeal of his tires against the asphalt. His heart lurching in his ribcage, almost enough to make him feel sick. The harsh jolt of the car and the brutal sound of metal hitting muscle, followed by the animal being sent hurtling a few feet forward and onto her side, accompanied by the painful sting of the seatbelt digging into his chest. When the car finally came to a stop, Patrick froze. His hands stuck to the wheel, shaking, and his eyes were peeled open wide as he stared through the windshield at the lifeless creature he’d just hit with his car. He was practically panting. He didn’t quite recall ever being so scared in his entire life, not even when he’d played his first professional match. Not even when he’d nearly drowned one summer years ago when he and Art were swimming in a lake upstate. 

He’d never killed anything before. Not like that. 

The aftermath was a blur. He almost called the cops to let them know that there was a large, dead animal in the road on so-and-so street, but he didn’t. To this day, he doesn’t really know why. Maybe it was all of the adrenaline. Maybe it was all of the guilt. Regardless, he’d mumbled a soft, “Oh, god, I’m sorry,” and then slowly pulled off and around it. He never told his parents, or anyone for that matter, that he had cried so hard on the rest of the drive home that he felt lightheaded by the time he was in the driveway. 

Mommy and Daddy Zweig offered–no, begged–to get him a new car the next evening (when they got back from Greece) because his hood and bumper were horribly dented, but Patrick had refused. He’d laughed off the incident in front of them, and then waited until they went to bed to slink into their massive garage and pick all of the little tufts of fur out of the vehicle’s grille.

He’d traced his fingertips along the indentations and the scratches in the paint and blinked away the wetness clouding his vision. Tried to mentally retrace his steps that night, too. What if he hadn’t been listening to that stupid song? What if he hadn’t left his best friend’s place so late? What if he’d been quicker? Smarter? Luckier? 

Could things be different? Could he have spared a life? 

Could he have spared the victim, and himself, the pain?

Patrick’s twenty-one now, and he does a lot of retracing his steps these days.

Tennis is his priority; he’s always on the court, or in a car or a bus that’s traveling to a court of some kind. Forehands, backhands, volleying, serving, smashes–it’s all he lives and breathes. And, of course, it’s easier now to focus on tennis when he no longer has friends. 

Art and him haven't talked in many months (has it really been years?), not since Tashi’s knee had gotten injured during that match at Stanford. 

Fuck that fucking match. And fuck them. 

He didn’t need them, he was doing just fine on his own. 

If his best friend of over a decade wanted to kick him to the curb like he was nothing more than a dog that had bitten him a smidge-too-hard to be loved, then whatever. If his grotesquely-talented girlfriend wanted to break up with him because he didn’t want to be treated like a lesser athlete nor sit in her shadow, then fine. He’d enjoy his tennis career and roll freely in the expendable income he was sure to continue collecting.

But that’s not really who Patrick is. 

And so he can’t help but lie awake at night, trying to pin-point where things went wrong–what he could have done to prevent this outcome–and tracing the indentations and scratches in his relationships that surely were only indicative of his faults. Compulsively picking at the tufts nestled in the wreckage. Eyeing the bloody brutalization, punishing himself by reliving the sting.

Sometimes he drags his fingertips over some of his old, banged-up rackets that he can't bear to get rid of, and he thinks about all of it. Tennis academy days with the shy, funny blonde kid that he became close with from day one. Learning and teaching and discussing with him all of the typical adolescent lessons that gave way to life outside of the bubble. Doubles matches–so many doubles matches. So many wins. First beers, first girlfriends, first cigarettes, first kisses. They shared everything with one another and they (almost neurotically) timed their experiences to happen around the same time so that they'd be able to talk to each other about them afterwards. As they got a bit older though, Patrick began to realize that he was feeling things for Art that he probably wasn’t supposed to tell him about. And he usually told Art everything.

That was his first mistake, he thinks, like when he hadn’t heeded the speed limit that night. Or, maybe, that was like playing the stupid song on the radio and going home late. It was the start of their untimely end. 

When he’s in one of his usual depressive spirals, the kind in which he can’t seem to find his appetite and he forgets to shower and he ignores his manager’s texts, he argues with himself about what exactly could be considered the “impact”. Was it when he had cheekily served like Art during that one casual training session, ball to the neck of the racket, confirming that he had slept with Tashi and thus beginning the festering of that awful jealousy in his friend? Or was it when he praised her in front of Art before her match in the singles tournament that fateful afternoon, igniting his friend's interest? Patrick remembers the look that glossed over Art’s eyes when he first caught sight of her; he had looked at her and suddenly Patrick felt like he’d been forgotten–like he’d melted into those bleachers and disappeared. He can’t really blame him, Tashi was talented and beautiful and ambitious and confident and mature–she was everything that Art steadfastly admired in a person. She was twice the person that Patrick had been back then.

Usually though, he comes to the painful conclusion that the impact was certainly the day of the Stanford match. More specifically, it was when Art had yelled at him for the first time in the entirety of their friendship. 

“Patrick, get the fuck out!” 

Those four words ring through his head on the worst of days.

He knew he’d fucked up by not pushing aside his pride and going to support Tashi after their fight, so he could pretty easily swallow down the discomfort that came with being yelled at by her. They yelled at each other pretty often when they got into their little spats, it was relatively normal. But god.. It was so much different when it was him. Patrick's muscles had locked up; he was shaking and breathing hard like he’d just run a marathon, able to see nothing but that pair of angry, familiar eyes. The vitriol that came spurting from the blonde’s mouth was like the worst toxin he’d ever known. It paralyzed him and began to rot his insides from that very moment on. And then all of the suffocating memories came flooding back as he turned and walked out of that campus health center. 

Giggling under blankets with a flashlight, reading comics until the sun started to come up. Practicing for hours on the courts at the academy, sometimes until they both got sunburns and heatstroke. Sleeping in the same bed on summer nights at Patrick’s house–tiredly watching the way Art’s chest rose and fell with each of his breaths and trying not to look at his lips. Holding each other when Art’s parents got divorced and he cried so hard that he got a nosebleed. Bandaging each other’s blisters. Wearing each other’s clothes. Having each other's back.

He doesn’t understand what he did to truly deserve being treated like that in the end by Art.

He’d been a good decent friend, hadn’t he? 

How could Art’s infatuation with her be enough to snuff out everything that they built together? It was supposed to be the two of them for the rest of their lives. Sure, they could each get married, pursue a career, have kids, but at the end of the day it was always meant to be them, wasn't it? Fire and Ice? Did he get that part wrong?

He habitually questions how much he really meant to him.

When Patrick does muster up the strength to drag himself to the shower, he generally stays in there for at least an hour. “Waste of water” be damned. He closes his eyes and lets the warmth run over his hair and his naked body. He presses his back to the cold shower wall and rubs his eyes until he sees white flashes dancing in the darkness. It’s not uncommon for his mind to wander back to you-know-who. In fact, that’s who’s usually on his mind whenever he’s not trying harder to forget. And it’s easy for Patrick to fixate on those blurry white flashes and suddenly see yellow curls, bright blue irises, deep smile lines, flushed cheeks. Breath smelling of that peppermint gum he always chewed. The sound of his nervous laughter and joyous cheers. Patrick would know him even if all of his senses were somehow dulled or taken from him. He would know Art by the feel of his soul breathing life into his own. He would know him, surely.

And maybe it’s an act of pure filth and desperation, or one of flesh-tearing grief, but many times Patrick winds up touching himself. Slow, steady, tender–the way he assumes Art touches Tashi. The way he had always wanted to touch Art, though he never even gathered the courage to try to hold his hand. He thumbs his weeping slit and keens as he feels the sadness and arousal roiling in his gut. He chokes on little moans that sound like sobs that sound like screams. He’s starved. How is it possible to miss someone when they’re everywhere? He thinks it’s funny that he’s forgotten what Art’s speaking voice sounds like but also refuses to watch any of his latest interviews on TV. He doesn’t want to see if there’s a ring on his finger, and he certainly doesn’t want to think about all of the ways Tashi gets to keep him as her own. He was mine, he unfairly thinks as he strokes himself under the scalding water, he was mine and I loved him and you lured him in and then he was gone.

The orgasm usually comes quick, spurred on by the near-lethal dose of petulant thought. He feels his thighs tremble and then his hand starts to lose its rhythm and then he’s crying out as he comes hard over his curled fingers. Sticky, clotted, putrid evidence of his lack of control. When he finally opens his eyes again, salt spills down his ruddy skin from wet lashes. He gets dizzy from the heat and the steam, he feels like he’s choking on all of it. He brings his dirtied hand under the showerhead and watches as his mess is rinsed away, down the drain in a gurgling spiral. It takes everything in him not to collapse.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry,” he whispers, before he forces himself out of the bathroom and collapses in a wet heap over his bed. His skin sticks to the sheets and makes him feel like some sort of dirty, beastly thing that crawls out of swamps and swallows up all of the good it can touch. He figures that the feeling is not far off from the truth.

When Patrick was eighteen, he killed a doe. 

And that doe followed him for the rest of his life.

note : to anyone who's ever had a childhood crush on their best friend. to anyone struggling with the grief.

This was intentionally written to be a bit "all over the place"; I wanted to show how scattered Patrick's thoughts can be. Also I love, love, love Tashi, I just think Patrick maybe sometimes (early on, before they reconnected) blamed her for his and Art's split for unjust reasons.

tags : @venusaurusrexx @tashism @grimsonandclover @diyasgarden @weirdfishesthoughts @gibsongirrl @newrochellechallenger2019 @jordiemeow @artstennisracket @cha11engers @fawnnpaws ♡

[poisonofthepaint]

lucky you

jack calls you in on your day off, which leads to hooking up in the on-call room, which leads to him finding your tattoo.

wc: 2.5k

cw: MDNI, semi-public sex, f!reader, age gap, pinv, oral, lmk if i'm missing anything!

The date you were heading toward was less than exciting. You knew you needed a life outside of the hospital, Dana had given you a wake up call last week. You had been working doubles like it was nothing, but this was your first day off in a while, so you figured you’d download a dating app, get a free dinner on a Friday night. Not that you couldn’t afford dinner, this was more like dinner and a show. Max was a kind guy, but you could tell he didn’t take you seriously— that he underestimated you. So this was your chance to show up a man, and have him pay for your dinner. Win win.

Then, your phone rings. The ringtone that you have set for hospital staff interrupts your music and blares through the speakers. You groan, checking to see who it was. You were surprised to see that it was Jack, you figured since he was agreeing so hard with Dana last week that he would be the last person calling you.

“It’s my day off,” you answer

“I need you here.” Jack sounds out of breath. 

“Are you kidding?”

“You know I’m not. Ellis is sick, I thought we could manage but we cannot. I need you here.”

“You’re buying me dinner.” you say, exasperated.

“Gladly,” Jack ends the call. 

You know he wouldn’t call you unless it was actually an emergency, Jack wasn’t like that. He wanted to be able to manage. He wanted to be able to handle it by himself. So when he calls you, it’s important. You take off the blue dress you had on, switching it out for a plain white t-shirt before throwing your scrubs on top. You grab the bookbag full of your supplies for shifts and head out of your apartment.

The hospital is only a few blocks from your apartment, so you walk. It’s a bit chilly out; the springtime air blowing through the trees. It looks like it’s gonna storm, and you get to the hospital right before it starts, ducking your head as you walk into the entrance. 

The patients are grouchy in the waiting room, all groaning and yelling. The seats must’ve been taken up hours ago, there’s more people standing than sitting. You push your way through the front door.

“Good, you’re here.” Abbot was waiting at the doors like he had timed you. “You’re not supposed to wear perfume here.” he chastises.

“Had already sprayed it when you called me, figured I didn’t have time to shower.” 

“Right,” his eyes catch yours and he refuses to look away. “We have a lot of injuries from a car crash. A bunch of guys were speeding on the highway and about six of them were sitting in the open truck bed. A semi driver didn’t see them swerving around and knocked them off the road.”

Jack finally breaks eye contact and walks away, you follow him back into Trauma 1. There’s a young guy, probably around twenty-three, screaming in pain. His hand is holding on by a string, like, literally. It’s barely connected. 

“Noah, this is my best resident, she’s gonna take a look at you.” Jack tells him, yelling over the boy’s own screeching.

“I don’t care who she is, fix my fucking hand! I’m on a baseball scholarship!”

“I’m really glad I cancelled my date to be here.” you say, examining his arm.

“You were going on a date?” he says, you think you hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice, but you brush it off.

“Aren’t you the one who told me to go have fun?” Jack doesn’t answer, just goes back to the patient, and you do too.

There are a lot of injuries, some superficial, some very serious. Noah will lose his hand, because he was stupid. You learn that he was the driver of the truck, and that he was drinking. You try to have empathy for all of your patients, but it’s hard when they’re being willingly stupid, and killing their friends. Noah heads up into surgery, and everything is rather stable now. The ED returns to its normal business, waiting for beds upstairs, triaging emergencies from the ambulances. 

You sit at your station and chart your patients, trying to remember all that happened in the whirlwind of your arrival. Jack stands right in front of you, charting as well. He looks back once, twice.

“You need something?” you ask, glancing up at him.

“Nah, just making sure you’re good.”

“I am just peachy, although I could use some dinner.” you smile up at him brightly.

He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, “Guess I did promise.”

Jack pulls out his phone, opening DoorDash before handing it over to you. You swipe through the restaurants before you find some Chinese place that catches your eye. You put what you want in the cart before handing his phone back to him.

  “Thank you, Dr. Abbot!” you get up from your seat and go to do a round of checkups.

You briefly see him shake his head as he looks down at his phone. 

It’s  a while before the food gets there, and even longer for the driver to argue with the nurse at triage. Jack finally sees the commotion and goes out and grabs it, apologizing to the nurse.

He calls you over and you grab the food, heading into the breakroom. You sit down and open up the paper brown bag. You think about how your night worked out, you got free dinner and a show anyway. And this was actually a show you quite enjoyed. You did love your job, maybe an unhealthy amount. But you had worked so hard to get here, and you were good at it. You were Abbot’s best resident. You were fast at assessing and scoping out which treatment would be best. You flew around the ED like it was nothing to you. 

After a few minutes of eating alone, Jack came to join you, taking what he ordered out of the bag.

“So, what’s wrong with Ellis?” you pry.

“She thinks she has the flu, super high fever and throwing up.”

“Got it, just wanted to make sure this wasn’t all a ploy to get me here on my day off.”

“And if it was?” Jack asks. 

You’re stunned for a second before you regain yourself, “Then I would say you’re very unprofessional, and that you’re interfering with my personal life.”

He shrugs– smirks, “You don’t want a healthy work life balance. Plus, we have fun together, don’t we?”

You try not to think about how he can read you; how he’s got you memorized like you’re the back of his hand. “We do.”

You finish your food and throw the empty container in the trash, excusing yourself. You swoop into the on-call room, trying to calm yourself. You rest your back against the door and swipe a hand down your face. 

The truth is, you’ve had a crush on Jack since your first day at The Pitt. it was a schoolgirl one at first, you thought he was cute. It was fun to be attracted to your boss; to have a little work crush that you could be excited about. But then, it started getting deeper, Jack paid extra attention to you, he could tell that you actually enjoyed the ED. You were always with him on cases, he picked you for his ‘team’ during busy mass casualties. He got to know you, you got to know him. He was no longer a mysterious crush who you just thought was cute. You liked him, in a way you didn’t want to. It was distracting some days. It was even more distracting when you had a feeling you weren’t being delusional. When you wondered why he called you, a second year resident, instead of one of the seniors, or another attending. 

There’s a knock at the door, and you open it, shocked to see Jack standing outside. He walks in and you allow him, moving out of the way so he can lock the door behind him. You can feel your heart in your throat. You sit down on the bed, hoping it’ll stabilize you. 

There’s silence; tension you could cut with a knife. He stands with his hands resting on a countertop. The storm rages outside the window, a big crack of thunder rings throughout the room. Jack is just looking, trying to scope you out. He pushes off and approaches you. You swallow, and look down at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact, but Jack isn’t having any of it. He grabs your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. He leans down, presses his forehead against yours. He lets his lips ghost yours— just barely.

“Tell me to stop.” he begs, out of breath, just like when he called you.

You place a hand on his neck, fingers threading lightly through the hair at the bottom, “What if I don’t want you to?” He groans, burrows his head into your neck. “I want it, Jack, of course I want it.” 

That’s all it takes. His lips are on yours without another beat. The kiss is rough— needy. Your teeth clash against each other, and his tongue explores your mouth. He lays you back onto the bed and your legs open, making room for him. He settles himself and gets to work on your neck, his hand slowly slides up your shirt, resting on your stomach.

He’s still being cautious, you think. You push his hand up and he cups your breast. He makes a strained noise when he feels the lace on your bra.

“You were gonna wear that for him?” Jack asks, right into your ear.

“No, I was wearing it for myself.” an honest answer. 

Jack rips your pants off and sees, what he assumes, is the matching thong. The underwear shifts down a bit, and you think Jack is gonna pass out.

Your small tattoo, a mistake from undergrad. A scripture on your hip that reads, ‘lucky you.’

“You’re gonna fucking kill me, kid.” he brushes his thumb over the words. Thinks about them. Doesn’t move for a minute. 

“Good thing we’re in an emergency department.” 

The nickname sends a wave of arousal through you, just like it always does. It’s how he usually referred to you during emergencies, when you’d catch something that no one else saw. It was how he praised you. You never imagined you’d hear it in this context.

Jack stands up and you whine. He quickly strips off his clothes and is back on you in a second. He rests on his stomach and kisses your tattoo sloppily.

He rips off your underwear with ferocity. You’d be smart to feel a tinge of embarrassment. He is your boss. But you don’t. This feels right, this feels good. He swipes a finger through your folds and you keen. 

“So wet for me.” he mumbles.

Jack wastes no more time. His tongue makes quick work on your clit. He moves like he knows you. Like he’s done this a million times, like there’s no room for error. And there isn’t. You both knew this needed to be quick. There were patients outside of the door, and the nurses and other doctors will be wondering where you two went. He works at your clit and you try your hardest to not make any noise. He looks up at you while his tongue is buried in you, and you let out a cry. He reaches a free hand up and covers your mouth. You bite down on it and let your head fall back on the lumpy pillow.

Then, Jack pulls away. “The fuck?” you say it into his hand, so it’s a bit muffled.

“We’ve only got time for one thing. You’re gonna come when I do. Just had to get you ready.” He says.

You want to salute. You want to scream. You don’t really know how this is happening. 

Jack pulls off his boxers and you gulp. You see why he needed to get you ready. The length alone was bigger than anything you’ve taken, but he was girthy too. 

He pulls a condom out of a drawer in the room. “Did you stash that in here?” you laugh.

“No, they keep them in here. I always wondered why, but now I see.”

He rolls it on quickly and comes back to the bed. He rests on his heels, taking you in. “Are you sure?” Jack asks again.

“I’m positive. I’ve wanted this since I met you.”

He nods slowly, small smile coming to his lips. He moves so his hands are right next to your head. Jack lines himself up with your entrance and sinks in deep. 

“Shit,” he mumbles. “So fucking tight.”

“You feel so good,” you cry.

“Yeah? This good for you?” He sets a brutalizing pace, hips never faltering. His head falls into your neck again. “Your perfume is driving me fucking crazy, sweetheart. Could smell you whipping around this hospital. Every time you passed me, I thought I was going to have to take you right there.”

He’s rambling now, you realize. Pussydrunk from how you feel. 

“Maybe I’ll have to wear it more, break the rules a bit, if it leads to this.” you say, resisting the urge to moan in the middle of your sentences.

He pants, stifles his own noises. “You’re close,” you say.

“It’s been a while, every time I went on a date, I would just think of you.” 

“Is that true?”

“I’m already in your pants, no reason to lie.” his hips start to stutter. “Y’gonna come with me?”

You scope out the feeling in your stomach and focus in on it, Jack brings a hand down between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit. “Fuck, God, yes. Yes, I am.”

The room is filled with heavy breaths, the air has gone thick. You spot a bolt of lightning run through the sky and grab Jack’s head, bringing his ear down to your mouth. “Now,” you whisper.

The thunder hits right as you both finish. It’s loud enough to mask the noises neither of you could hold back. He continues the pace until you come down. You both gasp into each other. Jack slowly pulls out, taking the condom over to the trash can and burying it under some paper towels. 

He comes back to the bed and sits on the edge, massaging your shin. “I’m gonna make an assumption and say that was the best sex of your life,” you scoff, but don’t deny it. “But, we have to get back.”

“I know,” you say, wishing you could stay in this room forever. “God, this is really gonna fuck with my work life balance.”

Jack laughs and stands up, placing a kiss on your forehead. “C’mon, lucky girl. We’ll figure it out.”

[written-in-knife]

Dressing for the Cloudcall

Leona Kingscholar x fem!Reader, pre-relationship

Word count: 4680 (dialogue heavy to start, stick with it, I find a rhythm in there somewhere)

Category: one-shot, fluff, angst if you squint really really hard

Leona's family is sneaky and knows him very well, and you get roped into some Cloudcalling dress up. And maybe Leona is into that.

I loved Cloudcalling on the Savanna but I was a little disappointed we didn’t get even a hinted outfit, and this idea has been bouncing around in my little walnut brain for MONTHS and it finally spilled out in the span of like two hours. Tried to keep Yuu ambiguous, female, hair long enough to braid and put into a bun, and she’s shorter than Falena’s wife. Your Yuu is six feet tall? Cool, Falena’s wife is taller 👏AS👏SHE👏SHOULD👏BE. Reading back, I think I have a crush on my own version of Falena’s wife, as I should. I just imagined the most beautiful woman I could.

Kifaji had to step away to take a phone call while everyone was checking out the food stalls and Leona almost looked grateful to see his back disappearing into the crowd as he handed you one of the baobab hibiscus teas. You thanked him quietly before sipping on the drink, as refreshing as promised. Grim was just about to pull everyone over to a meat vendor-- surprise surprise-- when Kifaji returned, a sly looking smile on his face.

"What's got you so happy, ya old bird?" Leona huffed as Grim drooled over the meat.

"My apologies, but I need to borrow Miss Yuu for awhile." Kifaji said simply, turning his ominous smile to you.

"What for?" Leona practically growled, putting a hand on your shoulder before you could even think to step away from the group.

"On such short notice, we could not procure an outfit for her." Kifaji explained, folding his hands behind his back. "I, however, did not want her to feel left out, so I made arrangements which are now ready. I will return her at your next destination."

"It's fine, Leona." You tried to assure him, patting his hand gently. "I do feel a little left out of the fun."

Leona clicked his tongue in annoyance before releasing your shoulder and crossing his arms.

"We're headed to Ivory Springs after this. Do not be late." He directed the command at Kifaji rather than you.

"B-But, Yuu look at this! And these!" Grim was actually drooling over the meat in the stall, turning back to you with tears in his eyes that practically begged you to let him stay.

You sighed heavily and shook your head. "Vil, can you keep Grim out of trouble for me? I won't be long."

"Of course." Vil nodded, glancing down at the direbeast as he cheered and danced around in a little circle. "I'll try my best to not let him eat through Leona's entire fortune."

"Good enough for me." You chuckled before turning to Kifaji, who smiled again and held an arm out for you to lead the way out of the markets.

You walked side by side with Kifaji to the entrance of the market, only for him to place a hand on your upper back to direct you towards a waiting black car just up the street. As you approached, a beastwoman in full guard regalia opened the back door for you to enter. You thanked her quietly before stepping into the blissfully air conditioned car, Kifaji getting in on the other side.

"It's not that far to the hotel," you chuckled as the driver reentered the car, "and I'm not as prone to heatstroke as Jack is."

"Oh, we aren't going to the hotel." Kifaji said, as if just remembering he "forgot" to tell you about it.

"Oh?"

There was a minute of silence as he didn't answer your unspoken question. A few turns through the city, he broke it, turning to you with a pleasant smile.

"Tell me, Yuu, what is the nature of your relationship with Prince Leona?"

You were shocked for a moment at the bluntness of the question. "Is this because I'm the only girl? Because I can assure you, we're all friends--"

"My apologies, that isn't what I meant." He cut you off with a small chuckle and a lift of his hand. "If you'd humor me?"

"I mean... we're friends? Friendly, at least." You explained, wringing your hands in your lap. "He's helped me out of a few tough spots, I've helped him. We hang out on occasion. He's nice, I dunno." You wouldn't dare say it out loud, especially to the chamberlain, but you sometimes secretly wished there was more there.

He gave you a warm smile, much like a father would give to a daughter talking about her crush. "I see. As you well know, I've seen to Leona since the day he was born, and I haven't seen him so... protective of someone since... well, ever. That boy has never exactly been friendly, let alone "nice" to just about anyone since his mother passed. It's refreshing to see."

You could feel your face getting hotter with each word the chamberlain said. You desperately wanted the subject to change. "S-So, if we aren't going to the hotel, where are we going?"

"The Royal Palace." Kifaji said casually, as if you were on your way to some unnamed park.

"What?! Why?"

"As I said, I made arrangements for your outfit. You need to look the part to represent your team!" He said, another sly smile on his face as he pumped his fist in front of him in an imitation cheer. "And, I regret to say, you stick out like a sore thumb among those boys."

"But-- I-I thought-- we--"

"And here we are. A short drive, is it not? The walk would have been significantly longer."

You looked out the window at the palace, a grand stone building at the top of the hill. It almost looked as if it were carved out of the rock itself. You were startled out of your thoughts as the driver opened your door for you again, the chamberlain outside waiting to give you a hand out. You thanked them both as you took the offered hand and stepped out, following Kifaji closely as he walked.

"So, uh... just pop in, change clothes, and head back down to the market, yeah?" You asked nervously as you glanced at the guards you passed by, feeling eyes on your back.

"Just so." Kifaji assured you, another sly smile as he stopped at a large set of doors already opened, swinging a hand out for you to go first.

You weren't sure what was about to happen. Maybe you'd be thrown in a dungeon for fraternizing with their prince, or maybe they meant to keep you here until Leona himself came to find you, or--

"There she is!" A booming and excited voice came from across the room as you entered, startling you to turn and look.

A mound of long ginger hair twisted into braids was running up to greet you, perched atop a muscle-bound mountain of a man. He was dressed similarly to Leona, but wearing white instead of black, still adorned in gold, an enormous smile on his face. The guards at the door stood at attention as he got to your side of the room, clasping your hand quickly in a firm and enthusiastic handshake.

"You must be the girl Kifaji told me so much about!" He beamed at you, reminding you so much of Kalim in this moment. Wait.

"So much?" You parroted, looking at Kifaji, who simply shrugged.

"Oh, you must tell me how you got Leona to be so... docile? That isn't the right word. He listens to you?! Insane!" The man rambled, still holding onto your hand. "You must tell me everything!"

"Falena, you'll scare the poor girl." Another voice rang out from the other side of the room.

The man, Falena, finally released your hand and turned to see the woman walking towards you. She was elegant and gorgeous and so poised, dressed in similar colors and patterns to her husband, also adorned in gold. You suddenly felt very intimidated as you finally realized just where you were standing.

"Oh, but my love," Falena sighed, still smiling, "think of everything we could learn! What's Leona like at school, anyhow?"

"H-He, uh..." you hesitated as the woman joined her husband’s side. It probably wasn't a good idea to tell them exactly how he was, and it wasn't a good idea to lie. Rock and a hard place. "He's certainly there."

Falena let out a booming laugh at this, his wife joining in with a laugh that sounded like bells in the large chamber.

"We know of Leona's troubles at school." She assured you, holding out a hand to shake. "I am Shani, and I'm sure my husband, Falena, did not introduce himself before launching into his questioning."

"I'm Yuu," you said, gently grabbing her hand and shaking it, "a pleasure."

"Likewise." She smiled warmly at you as you both retracted your hands. "Kifaji has asked me to dress you for the occasion."

"The festival?"

"Leona brought a girl home!" Falena cut in, the smile surely cemented on his face at this point. "A sign things are turning around for my little brother, to be sure!"

"O-Oh! No, wait, I'm--" You practically choked on your words trying to get them out fast enough, feeling your face burning again, "Leona and I aren't a couple!"

"I know! But everything Kifaji told us over the phone just makes it all the more interesting!" He gushed grabbing your shoulders. "Forgive me for being forward, but you smell like him! You must be together often!"

"I-I just keep watch while he naps, it's not like we--"

"Falena. You are making her nervous." Shani said sharply, trying to hide her amused smile as she swatted his hands off you and looped her arm into yours. "Come, we should get you into something else before Leona comes looking for you."

She didn't wait for a response before pulling you off towards the door she came through. You glanced back to Kifaji and Falena, seeing them both smiling at you, though Kifaji's looked nefarious. You faced forward again, looking up at the glamorous woman holding your arm, still amazed that you'd just met the crown prince and princess. Shani led you down the hall and into a large bedroom, turning quickly into a nearly equally large closet. Gorgeous outfits-- if you were to judge just based on the fabric-- lined the walls on either side, the far wall was large, open windows looking over the expanse of the savanna, and the wall behind was adorned with large mirrors. You couldn't help but be impressed as Shani practically floated across the room and picked up a dress that was already waiting on a chair and held it up for you.

"I hope you don't mind, I already picked something out for you." She explained as she approached. "Don't worry about the length, we can work with it however we need. This is going home with you."

"What? No, I couldn't." You said quickly as she deposited the dress in your hands.

"Do you see where we are right now? You absolutely can." She laughed, gesturing to the lines of clothes. "Go ahead and get changed, I'll be right outside, just let me know when you're ready."

Her nose scrunched up adorably in her excitement as she smiled even wider at your for a moment, her hands clapping under her chin once before she exited the room, closing the door behind her. Alone, you sighed at the absolute whirlwind you'd just gone through. You turned to the large mirrors on the closest wall and held the dress up to your body. It would definitely be long, but Shani was a tall woman who seemed to like wearing heels, so you weren't terribly surprised. Resigned to your fate, you began to change out of your current outfit. The dress had very thin straps, so your sports bra would have to go. Once actually in the dress, it fit remarkably well, other than the length. The thin straps spread down into a V neck and stretched to the skirt in the back, the skirt itself starting a little below the bust, similar to a halter top. You couldn't help but notice the patterns on the fabric coordinated to Leona's cloak, bright orange and black not helping the case. You folded your clothes into a neat pile in front of the mirror, honestly a little relieved how well the dress held up to movement, no risk of spilling out the sides or front when lifting your arms or bending over.

"Shani? I'm ready." You called to the door, hiking the skirt up to walk over.

She entered the room again with an excited smile, looking you up and down as you stood there.

"You are definitely shorter than me." She laughed as you let the skirt go, a few inches of fabric bundling up at your feet. "But we can fix that, easy. Ten minutes. First!" She walked over to a chest of drawers, pulling off a length of fabric she'd set on top. "Do you know how to wrap your hair? Keep it off your neck and out of your eyes."

"I do not." You shook your head prompting her to wave you off.

"I can teach you, it's very easy." She smiled, joining you at the mirror again.

She turned you to face the mirror, standing behind you and draping the fabric over your shoulders. She undid the braid your hair was always in, gently combing the knots out of your hair with her fingers.

"I always used to do this with my little sisters." She explained softly as she styled your hair to the top of your head in a large bun. "I love Cheka with all my heart and soul, but I do so hope we have a little girl some day, I miss having girls around to dress up with and do hair and everything."

"What, Cheka doesn't let you do his hair?" You smiled at her in the mirror as she began wrapping the scarf, making sure you were carefully watching her steps.

She laughed brightly. "He does! But as he gets older he may not. Plus, there isn’t exactly a ton of hair to work with, he prefers to keep it short."

"No, I get what you mean though." You said fondly. "I used to have my mom do my hair all the time, but she was always there to fix it when I eventually took it out and complained about it being in my face."

"Where are you from, by the way?"

Your face fell at the question. "It doesn't really matter. Crowley doesn't seem like he's able to send me back anyhow."

Shani looked like she was about to press further, but stopped herself. "There, all done." She said with another warm smile as she smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the turban style she'd done. "Not half bad, if I do say so myself."

"It looks great, thank you." You were smiling again, not pointing out the, again, same fabric Leona had on his scarf. Maybe it was a common pattern? You somehow doubted it.

"Now, I have a few accessories for you to tie it all together." She explained, walking over to a shelf opposite the chest of drawers. "I will have you put these on to see how they look, then you give me the dress and I will hem the bottom up for you."

"Thank you for this, Shani." You said sincerely, turning to look at her with a warm smile. "You really didn't have to go to these lengths."

"Nonsense, a friend of Leona's is a friend of ours." She assured you. "We want to make sure you enjoy your first time to the Sunset Savanna to the fullest."

..

Leona and the others had arrived at the palace, Leona planning to swipe a car to avoid having to take Kifaji with them. However, to his surprise, Kifaji was already outside speaking with one of the guards at the door.

"Oh for fucks sake..." Leona growled as he connected the dots.

"What?" Kalim asked, glancing over to the chamberlain. "Oh, it's Kifaji! Hey Kifaji!"

The chamberlain looked up in surprise at the call of his name, locking eyes with a furious Leona and giving him another sly smile.

"Wait here." Leona snapped at the group, not giving them a chance to protest before marching over to the door. "What the hell?!"

"Ah, Prince Leona." Kifaji said coolly as the guard stood at attention for the prince's approach. "I was under the impression you were not coming home during your visit."

"That why you brought Yuu here?" He spat. "Thought you were goin' to the hotel."

"I don't recall ever saying my arrangements were at the hotel." Kifaji said, though the infuriating smile and raise of his eyebrows suggested he knew exactly what he was up to.

Leona pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering expletives under his breath before looking back up. "Where is Yuu? We're goin'."

"She is changing, currently. You and your friends are more than welcome to wait inside, if you'd prefer."

"Yeah, ya’d like that, wouldn’t ya. Did Falena put you up to thi--"

"UNCA!"

Leona nearly instinctively side stepped the little ball of fiery orange that flung itself into his arms, grunting as the fuzzball impacted into his abdomen. Kifaji, while now safe from the verbal lashing Leona wanted to deal out, was not safe from the deadly glare that was shot his way.

“Quit clingin’ to me like that! Knock it off!” Leona snapped halfheartedly at his nephew who, undeterred by the tone, continued to beam up at him.

“I got so excited when I heard you were coming home!” The boy chirped quickly, grabbing his uncle’s hand and swinging it back and forth. “Can I hang out with you guys?”

Leona ignored the amused muttering of his schoolmates behind him as he rolled his eyes at the child’s antics.

Cheka continued, still swinging Leona’s arm around. “Mama said to be on the lookout for you! Do you wanna come play with me? We could play tag, or hide-and-seek, or--”

“Cheka.” Leona snarled, finally making the boy stop. “What was that about your mother?”

“Oh… I wasn’t supposed to tell.”

“Oh for fff…” Leona let the curse fizzle out into a loud grumble, trying to rub away the headache blooming in his temple. Of course it was Shani’s idea.

“I should go tell Mama you’re here!” Cheka said excitedly, darting off before Leona could stop him.

..

You slipped into the newly hemmed dress, a new length of fabric now flaring out the bottom that, once again, highly suspiciously matched the fabric of Leona's pants. Three times makes a pattern, damn if it didn't look good though. You were about to call out to Shani when you heard giggling through the door, and a boy's voice talking. You waited a moment before Shani knocked, sounding amused.

"All ready in there?" She called out.

"Yeah, ready." You called back, prompting her to enter the room.

Her smile grew ever wider as she looked at your outfit. "I've one more thing, and we need to be quick. Seems we've been found out."

There was a small gasp as Shani walked into the room, a tiny mess of ginger hair standing in the bedroom.

"I remember you!" Cheka said excitedly. "You're Unca's friend! From school!"

"I am! It's nice to see you again, Cheka!" You replied just as enthusiastically as Shani pulled one more thing off the shelf.

"It's nice to see you too! You match Unca!"

"I knew I wasn't crazy!" You nearly shouted, turning to Shani as your face burned again. She at least had the decency to look a little guilty.

"Yuu, you are a beautiful girl in an unfamiliar place." She explained, walking forward and wrapping something around your waist. "These are recognizable patterns of the leader of the Sunset Warriors, of the second prince, no one would dare do anything to you while you are wearing these."

"Do anything?" You echoed as she fastened the belt, which matched the rest of the boys'.

"Swindle you, pickpocket, worse." She listed grimly as she adjusted your necklace. "Sunrise City is as safe a city as any during a heavy tourist season. We want you to enjoy your time here, not wonder where your wallet may have gone."

"I..." you sighed heavily. "I get that. Thank you, really. This is all very generous."

"You can pay me back by marrying my brother in law." Shani teased as she exited the closet, making your face burn tenfold.

"Hey!"

"YOU AND UNCA ARE GETTING MARRIED?!"

"Oops…"

Cheka insisted you carry him through the halls, Shani nearly telling him to return to his studies before you assured her that it was fine. You spent the entire walk trying to explain to the boy that, no, you were not marrying his uncle. Cheka, however, kept talking about the imaginary wedding and all the things you needed to have there. You resigned yourself to not stopping him. He was talking about the cake when you entered the large room you'd first met Falena and Shani.

"Aha! There she is! A much more appropriate look for your guest, don't you agree, brother?" Falena said, prompting you to turn your gaze from Cheka to him, looking just in time to watch him clap Leona on the back.

Leona said nothing, just staring for a moment before clicking his tongue and looking away. You took this as annoyance for a moment before Cheka spoke up.

"Unca, unca!" Cheka said excitedly from your arms. "When you two get married you need to have a BIG cake, okay? And there needs to be chocolate, and 'biscus, and--"

"Married?" He asked incredulously, turning back to look at the boy, not able to hide the red on his cheeks now, before looking to Shani. "What did you do?"

"Children have impressive imaginations, don't they?" She asked pleasantly, taking Cheka from your arms to hers. "Thank you for letting me dress you, Yuu."

"Thank you for dressing me," you smiled at her, ignoring the burning on your own cheeks, "it was fun."

She smiled before taking your hand and leaning in to whisper to you. "If you cannot go home for school holidays, our home is open to you, just say the word."

You nearly teared up at this, simply nodding and squeezing her hand. "Thanks for everything, Shani."

Falena laughed as you walked over to join him and Leona, who had his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "I'd give you some words of warning, but you seem to know how to handle my brother better than I do at this point!"

"He's not so bad." You chuckled as he pointedly refused to look at you. "It was nice to meet you, Falena."

"You too! Come back anytime!" He beamed down at you before Leona grabbed your arm and started dragging you out of the room.

You waved back to the crown prince and princess as you were hauled out of the room and into the hall. Leona dragged you towards the entrance before making a sharp left a few doors down into another hallway.

"Leona--?"

"Shut up."

Your mouth closed with a clack of your teeth at his words, and you suddenly felt ashamed of your actions. Were you supposed to text him an SOS as soon as you realized where you were? When you realized what was happening? Before you could think about it further, he dragged you into a room at the end of the hall and shut the door, quickly caging you with his arms against it.

"What did they tell you?" He growled low, a dangerous tone you'd only heard a few times since you first stepped on his tail in the garden.

"N-Nothing--"

"Don't play dumb with me right now, herbivore, what did they say?"

"Kifaji and Falena kept saying that you're nice to me, and Shani said if I wore your patterns I'm less likely to get robbed." You said quickly, omitting her comment about marriage. "I was mostly with Shani, we talked about her sisters and my mom and the outfit, that's it."

His green eyes stared into your soul for a moment before he grumbled something under his breath, leaning forward to press his forehead against the wall next to your head.

"Leona?"

"Shani thinks she's funny." He said quietly, you could feel his breath against your ear as he spoke. "Makin' you match me, in public no less..."

"I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it--"

"Are you?" He asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes again, closer this time. "She's making fun of me."

"She's not."

"You don't know her."

"She's not making fun of you." You whispered, not breaking eye contact.

"You don't know what I say in those phone calls home." He muttered back. "Lemme guess, Shani already had that dress picked out for you, as if she plucked it from her own closet."

"...Yes?"

"You think the crown princess would ever wear the second-born's pattern?" He leaned in again, his jaw bumping your cheek as he moved to whisper in your ear. "She had that made for you, on purpose, for the day you eventually showed up."

"W-What do you say... in the calls home...?" You asked hesitantly, resisting the urge to reach your arms around him.

"Too much, apparently." He chuckled softly, lips grazing the shell of your ear. You felt like you would combust into flames any second. "Looks good on you though... suits you."

"L-Leona?"

He pulled back again, close enough to bump noses. "We have to get to the springs, otherwise our resident pretty princess won't play tomorrow." He whispered, still making no move to pull away.

"What..." your wet your suddenly very dry lips, not missing how Leona's eyes flicked down for just a second to catch the motion, "what did you mean by "when I eventually showed up...?""

"I said, don't play dumb, Yuu. You think I let just anyone braid my hair? You think I didn't notice that you do that while I'm tryin' to sleep?" He chuckled again, his grin almost looking like he was just flashing his teeth at you. "I pretend to not notice a lot of things."

"I'm not just anyone...?"

"You haven't been "just anyone" for awhile now." He muttered leaning in just a little closer, his nose brushing against yours gently before he stopped. "We need to go."

He let the moment hang in the minuscule amount of air between you for a second longer before finally pulling away, glancing over your outfit again as he did, making a triumphant little noise.

"Looks good on you." He muttered again before grabbing you by the arm to pull you away from the door.

Once you were out of the way, he opened the door again and walked out into the hallway, leaving you feeling like your knees were about to give out. With a moment to look around the room, you realized he'd pulled you into a bedroom that looked a little too similar to his back at the college.

"Herbivore." He barked from down the hall, kick starting you again.

"Y-Yeah!" You called back before hiking your skirt and jogging to catch up to him again.

If your friends, namely Vil, noticed the similarities between your outfit and Leona's, they were gracious enough not to say anything about it. You were, however, highly complimented on it, Kalim making a point to spin you around to see the dress twirl. Kifaji had a very self satisfied look on his face off to the side, which was quickly wiped away when Leona finally announced his plan to leave him in the dust.

..

Back at Night Raven College, you and Leona went back to your normal routine as if nothing had ever happened. You almost wondered if it had been a very sweet dream until you saw the dress in your closet again. You grabbed the skirt, rubbing the fabric between your thumb and index finger, as if to remind yourself that it was real. It had happened.

"What? You longin' for the Sunset Savanna again?" Grim asked from your bed, you'd nearly forgotten he was there. "I am. You really missed out on that meat, hench-human. I wouldn't mind goin' back."

"Yeah... me neither." You sighed, releasing the dress. You stared at it longingly for another moment before shutting the closet door to continue getting ready for bed. A very sweet dream indeed.

[straylightdream]

busy woman

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kwon soonyoung x afb.reader

Yeah, I’m a busy woman. I wouldn’t let you come into my calendar any night. But if you want my kisses. I’ll be your perfect Mrs. ‘til the day that one of us dies

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): non idol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4K

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: needy soonyoung, mc can be quite bitchy

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, creampie, so much kissing, oral (fem rec), mentions of rough sex, car sex, mentions of being sore from overstimulation, passionate sex, cockwarming, quickie (it’s not really quick) mentions of anal/anal play. Nicknames: Baby girl, baby, darling, honey, sweet cheeks, ice queen (hers) baby, baby boy, tiger boy, soonie (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature, 18+

𝐚𝐧: I can’t stop writing for hoshi right now. This inspired by the song of the same name by Sabrina carpenter. Thank you @naniwatig3r for beta reading and helping me with this story.

🎧: busy woman - sabrina carpenters | I’m in love with you - the 1975 | sunshine baby - the japanese house

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

You didn’t make it easy on Soonyoung from the moment you met. His attempts to bring you home after a night out at the club were put to a screeching halt. Your teasing words informing him you don’t do one night stands. Your sweet teasing words that told him “I’m a busy woman. I don’t have time for games. I need you to prove to me this isn’t just about sex to you.”

”Give me your number and I’ll prove to you that I just don’t want to have sex with you. Let me get to know you.”

That night you gave the boy with sparkling eyes and an energetic personality, your number.

Boy did Soonyoung work to prove to you that he was serious about you. You’ve never had a man make you feel so incredibly wanted. From the moment you met him, he worshiped the ground you walked on. In the beginning, you held your walls up high. Trying to portray the role of a strong woman, some people would call a bitch. But damn was he good at chipping away at your walls.

When he first started texting you, it took four days before you agreed to go on a date with him. One perfect date turned into two and then the next thing you knew you’ve been seeing him for a month.

The original plan was you were going to hold out on having sex with him until the one month mark. The problem was he was too charming and adorable for his own good. By the third date, you found yourself riding him in the backseat of his car. His hands touched anywhere they could reach as he moaned your name like a prayer.

At the three week mark you met his friends, and suddenly things started to feel more serious. That night when he intended to drop you off he like he always did. This time he just decided to let a little confession slip past his lips.

“Baby, I like you so much.”

“Baby?” You cock your head to the side. You’ve never been one for pet names. But the way he says it gives you butterflies.

“You’re my baby. Unless you hate that name – If so, I can call you something else. Honey, darling, sweet cheeks.” He’s now rambling on like an idiot. You might have broken him with little effort.

“I like baby.”

A huge smile forms on his lips causing his eyes to squint. “Baby.”

“Sweet cheeks?” There is no way you can’t bring up that absolutely terrible nickname.

Reaching up he pinches your cheek lightly. “You have the sweetest cheeks.”

Before Soonyoung you don’t think there is a single man on this planet that could get away with pinching your cheek and saying that. Narrowing your eyes at him. He pulls away quickly knowing he’s absolutely playing with fire.

“You’re lucky I like you too, Soonyoung.”

“You like me back? He says it like you haven’t been having a sleepover for the last week.

“Kwon Soonyoung, I like you a lot. Just remember if you ever make me feel unwanted or hurt me once. It’s absolutely over.” You knew deep down inside he would never do that. You just needed to make sure it was extremely clear to him.

Seven days later Soonyoung decides to be bold and say those three big words. Laying on his bed completely naked scrolling through your phone. Soonyoung is in the bathroom brushing his teeth. You’re not sure if your legs even work anymore. He managed to make you come five times in the span of an hour. Your legs feel like jelly, and to be quite frank your pussy is literally sore.

He walks back into the room and stands by the bed next to you. Glancing up at his glorious naked body, the twisted part of you wonders if your body could take another orgasm.

“Fuck you look good,” you practically moan.

“Baby I thought you said I broke your pussy, that you need a break?” He pushes your hair away from your face.

“Could you go nice and slow?” Sex with Soonyoung was normally quite passionate. Sometimes it was rough and lust filled, other times you’re pretty sure it’s what people referred to as “making love”.

“Aren’t you sore?” He crawls onto the bed.

“Maybe a little.” You’re suddenly acting shy and you aren’t quite sure why.

“Spread your legs for me baby.”

He crawls on top of you while resting on his knees. With the amount of cum left in you, he slides into you with ease. You expect him to start moving at a slow pace. But he doesn’t move at all. He just stays completely still hovering over you, while filling you to the brim.

“Are you going to move?” You reach up resting your hand on his cheek.

“Do you just want me to cockwarm you?”

“Isn’t this an inconvenient position to be doing that?”

“I mean we can switch positions.”

“So you’re not going to fuck me again?”

He doesn’t respond, he just leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. You want to act like a bitch and tease him, but you can’t. The way he’s looking at you, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Soonyoung.”

“Baby?”

“Can you move?” You tangle your fingers in his hair holding him close to you.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You’re sore and you need to rest.” He presses another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Fine. Can we at least switch positions if you’re just going to keep your dick in me?”

A smile tugs at his lips before he kisses you. His kiss feels different. It’s filled with passion and it feels almost as if it’s filled with love.

“I want to say something to you. I just need you to promise me you won’t turn into an ice queen on me.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at your college nickname you made the mistake of telling him about.

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I need you to make a promise about this. Please.”

“Fine. I promise I won’t be an ice queen to you.”

“I love you.” Who knew those three words would feel like a ton of bricks hitting your chest. Holy shit he did fall hard for you. Your eyes are probably the size of saucers. You’re just in shock. “Judging by the look on your face you definitely don’t feel the same way. But that’s like cool. Just pretend I never said anything.” He’s stumbling over his words, definitely freaking out and you don’t blame him.

He starts to pull away from you sitting back on his knees. “Wait a damn minute Soonyoung.”

He pulls out of you leaving you once again feeling empty. You reach out for his hand. “Give me a minute to process what you said. I love you too.”

It’s his turn for his eyes to be the size of saucers. “Oh fuck we’re in love.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his statement. “Baby boy we’re definitely in love.”

One of your first major milestones after your fated “I love you” was your one year anniversary. You’ve dated around quite a bit since college, but you never tried having a serious long term relationship.

“Are you free Saturday?” Soonyoung asked, walking into your apartment.

“I'm a busy woman. I have dinner plans that night.” These plans would be extremely easy to get out of. Or it would be easy to just bring Soonyoung along with you.

“It’s our anniversary. I was hoping we could have dinner.” He shoves his hands in his pocket as he looks down, almost defeated.

“I’ll cancel the dinner. I may be busy, but I can be flexible. Just for you.” You give him a flirty smile at the word flexible.

“How flexible are we talking?” He instantly cheers up.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could test out a new position.” Leaning back on the couch you can’t help but let out a laugh.

“Fuck.”

“Wasn’t that how the anniversary night is supposed to end?”

“Please tell me how I managed to make you fall in love with me?” He drops to his knees and practically crawls to you. He doesn’t realize it’s the other way around, You aren’t quite sure you managed to make him fall in love with you.

“I’m not quite sure. Something about you, tiger boy, is just so irresistible.”

He gets up off the floor and sits on the couch next to you. “I got you something.”

“I didn’t get you anything. My present to you was I was finally going to let you play with my ass.” This man is obsessed with your ass and you’ve built up enough trust with him in the bedroom that you decided he can start testing the waters with you, when it came to trying anal.

“Wait, are you serious?” He sounds like you just told him he’s getting his dream Christmas present.

“Yes. Now what is my present?”

“One minute.” He hops off the couch and jogs over to the front door where he dropped his work bag. He pulls out a long box and walks back over to you.

“If it was up to me I would be getting down on one knee and proposing to you, but I know you might slap me if I did that today. So I got you a necklace.”

He hands you the box. Opening it up you instantly smile at the beautiful gold necklace he got you. There is a delicate heart with two stones. One being your birthday stone, and the other being his. By no means are you ready to get married, but you hope one day he will actually propose to you.

“Soonie.” You rarely cry, but his thoughtful gift has you feeling extra emotional.

“You like it?” You don’t say anything, you just grab his hand, pulling him down to you. Crashing your lips into his. You kiss him like you need him to breathe.

“Just so you know, I’m not opposed to marrying you.”

He pulls away smiling. “That’s good to know. I’ll start ring shopping now.”

Two years into your relationship Soonyoung now lives with you, and he casually gave you an engagement ring three months ago. He didn’t make his proposal flashy. He just got down on one knee while you were cooking dinner together. It was absolutely perfect.

Things with Soonyoung just feel right. You can’t get enough of him, and he surely can’t get enough of you.

Rough lips moved down your neck as you gripped his shoulder holding on to him for dear life. You only have an hour together before he needs to go to work. It's clear he wants to take advantage of every moment you have together.

His teeth graze your skin as he gently nips at your skin, earning a gasp from you. He lays between your legs as he continues to kiss your skin. He’s never been one for a quickie. That’s probably due to the fact this man is obsessed with foreplay. This man never misses an opportunity to have his head between your thighs eating out until you're overstimulated and crying.

You’re a whiny mess desperately wishing he would move. Your hands roam lower resting on his butt pulling his hips forward slightly.

“Someone is needy,” he murmurs against his skin.

“I just want you,” you moan and he suddenly thrusts his hips.

“Can you ask nicely?” He pulls away from you looking at you with lust filled eyes.

“Please Soonyoung. I need you to fuck me,” you normally hate begging, but he has desperately needing him to move.

“Does my future wife want me to fuck her?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Ever since he proposed this man never misses an opportunity to call you his future wife. “Does my future husband want to?”

“God I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He practically groans.

“That wasn’t dirty talk.”

“You called me your husband while I’m literally inside you. That is literally the dirtiest thing you could say to me. I’m shocked I didn’t come immediately.” Sometimes you question why you put up with how dramatic he is.

“Future husband. Not present husband.”

“We can go down to the courthouse and change that right now.”

“It’s a shame you have to go to work.”

“I can call out.”

“Maybe if you fuck me so good I forget my last name I’ll take yours today.”

He lets out a groan closing his eyes. His ultimate dream is to marry you immediately. The day he proposed it you would have asked him to get married right then and there he would have in a heartbeat.

“Okay my love,” he leans forward pressing his lips to yours as he slowly starts rolling his hip into you.

With each thrust, your hands grip his shoulder holding on to him as his lips continue to assault yours. Your leg hooks over his back resting right above his butt.

He’s leaving for work in less than an hour and this is the one way he knows to show you exactly how much he’ll miss you and how much he truly loves you.

He continues his ministration, with each movement he’s hitting just the right spot with each thrust. You're lost in the moment and time doesn’t seem to matter. You aren’t sure if it’s been ten minutes or an hour.

You both finish moaning the other person's name. Laying in your bed next to each other, you aren’t ready for him to go to work.

He looks over at you and whispers, “Would you actually marry me today?”

He’ll never understand how much you love him, and how much you broke all your own rules for him.

“We’re both off from work tomorrow. Let’s go down to the courthouse and get married.”

The smile he gives you is a firm reminder that he’s hopelessly in love with you, and you can’t quite put into words how much you love him.

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[stalkerr-daddy]

Becoming friends with you and getting super close to you. I spend months secretly stalking you and learning absolutely everything about you, from your favorite snacks and drinks, to learning and memorizing your habits and entire routine. After months of studying you, stalking you as if you were my prey, I decide to strike. You come home from work worn out and tired, as soon as you walk through the door I pin you to the ground, forcefully tying your wrists and ankles up and taking you to my car where the trunk is open and waiting for you. I kidnap you and keep you caged up as my pet, frequently coming into the room and shoving my hard cock through the bars of your cage, forcing you to suck my dick for your favorite snacks, making you earn them as a reward for pleasing me. Using your stuffed animals as leverage to let me use you, making you press your holes against the bars of your cage as I taunt you with your stuffies, fucking you in the most degrading and embarrassing ways all just to earn your stuff back. I force you to let me rape you in exchange for bits and pieces of your old life back, your only purpose in life anymore is to let me fuck you, and dump every little drop of cum I have in my balls deep inside of you. Making you slowly lose your self dignity the harder I fuck you, and the more cum I flood your cervix with, as I use everything I learned about you, everything that you told me in confidence against you to break you down and shape you into the perfect little pet for me.

[sxhyunstoes]

"Kiss me, Hate me"

Triple S Sohyun x Male reader WC: 4.3k

A/n: Its a bit all over the place but I have been praticing and trying to find a format that works for me. Anyways enjoy!!

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Second term is finally over and I get to do what  I want for two weeks. I never thought that the term would be over, with how many tasks and activities our professors gave us, it seemed unending. There is also the fact that my academic life has been a series of unfortunate events ever since ‘she’ came around. 

Park Sohyun, the princess of the university. Pretty, popular, rich and worst of all, an insufferable woman who made my academic life the most miserable thing that I had ever experienced. Everyone wanted to be in her circle, everyone (not me) wanted to be her friend. 

Guys line up at her to bring her gifts almost every week just to get her attention. But she seems disinterested with them. But not me, she picked me over every one, but not in the good kind. Ever since she came to the school and became my blockmate, she decided to make my life miserable. Everything she did was seemingly designed to torment me and only me. 

She would push me around literally every time she saw me at the hallways of the university, or trip me over when I walked to class. Then there's this one time where she randomly smacked my face while I was studying in my seat. She would also make me do her homeworks and projects and if I didn’t do it she would tell me that I would suffer the consequences of being disobedient towards her. But today as the term ends, all of that will come to a halt for the time being, I get to rest my aching body from the schoolworks and bullying I receive from Sohyun. 

I am currently seated in front of my computer, playing games that I hadn’t had a chance to touch ever since the term started, trying to catch up. Then my phone suddenly rang. It was Xinyu, a part of Sohyun’s circle who I became friends with when we got partnered up for a school project. She gave me an invite to go to her birthday party that also served as a term-ender party, and said ‘everyone will come so you should too’. Everyone meant everyone so it’s not far off that Sohyun will definitely attend which made me not wanna go, but on the other hand I didn’t wanna disappoint Xinyu since it is her birthday that she invited me on. So I swallowed my fears and got ready to go to the party.

After some time, I got ready and hopped in my car to head to the mall first and got Xinyu a gift that she once told me she liked in a passing conversation. She said that she had liked perfumes of a specific brand and she is trying to collect them, so I got to the boutique of the said brand and bought a bottle of a perfume that had a hefty price tag that came with it. I got it wrapped and finally headed my way towards the party. 

The venue was no joke, it was a villa that had a overlooking view of the beach and I’m guessing that Xinyu’s family owned it. I could see the strobing lights from where I’m currently situated. I went inside the gates of the villa, and found myself an area where I could park the car. I finally got out of the car and went towards the entrance and saw that there was a man who had a checklist of the names who were invited to the party. When I got to the entrance the man asked for my name but luckily enough Xinyu walked by and saw me.

“Y/n! Oh my god, I’m glad you could make it!” said Xinyu as she reached for my hand around the guard’s body. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss this for anything!” as I held her hand back to signify that we know each other.

Xinyu then whispered something to the guard and the man let me in the house without checking my name on the list. She then hugged me and welcomed me to the party. While initiated with the hug I wished her a happy birthday and then gave her the gift I had prepared for her.

“Oh my god, Y/n! You shouldn’t have!” as Xinyu grabbed the gift. She then opened it in front of me and the gleam in her eyes as she saw what my present was told me that she liked the gift I gave her.

“Oh my, thank you so much Y/n!” She then initiated another hug that was quicker than the first one.

“I had just run out of this one, you saved me the inconvenience of going to the store!” she continued.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it and I’m that I could be of service!” I answered. 

She then excused herself and had to go and welcome other people to the party, I let her be and then she went away not without telling me to enjoy the party.

So I did, I explored the villa and met some of the people whom I haven’t had the chance to interact with when we’re in school. There’s this girl Giselle, who had very striking red hair that greatly compliments her beauty. She told me that she just transferred to the university due to her parents moving to the country for business, when I asked her from where she was from, she told me that she was from Japan, which struck me a surprise because I was originally from Japan as well, we then code switched to Japanese much to everyone listening to our conversation’s chagrin, and we easily became friends. 

After a lengthy conversation with Giselle about our lives, I excused myself to go to the kitchen and get myself a drink. While getting a drink and some snacks, a familiar voice came from behind me that made my shoulders tense up.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

The voice cut through the party chatter, instantly recognizable even before I turned around. Sohyun stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her expression unreadable in the dim lighting.

I took a steadying breath before answering. "Xinyu invited me," I said, keeping my voice even despite the way my pulse jumped.

Sohyun's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Did she now?" There was that familiar edge to her voice, though quieter than usual. "Guess she's feeling generous tonight."

My fingers tightened around my cup, but I forced myself to relax. "Yeah, guess so," I said with a shrug. I hoped it looked more casual than it felt. "Have a good time, Sohyun."

I turned to walk away before she could respond, weaving through the crowd toward where some classmates were talking. The music and laughter helped drown out the tension still coiled in my shoulders, and for a while, I almost forgot about the encounter.

But when I glanced back across the room later, I caught Sohyun watching me with that same inscrutable look. She quickly turned away when she noticed me looking, leaving me to wonder what was going through her head.

At first, I thought ignoring her would work - that if I didn't react, she'd eventually lose interest. But Sohyun had other plans. Like a shadow I couldn't shake, she inserted herself into every conversation, every group I tried to join. The worst part? She made it look effortless. With her natural charm and social grace, she'd take over the discussion within seconds, leaving me standing there like an awkward afterthought.

Then came the interruptions. The subtle digs. The way she'd casually drop "loser" into conversation like it was my actual name, flashing that razor-sharp smile as strangers chuckled with uncertainty. Each time, I'd feel my face grow hot, my words dying in my throat as I mumbled excuses and retreated to another corner of the party.

This cruel dance continued all night - her pursuing, me retreating - until something inside me snapped. There's a strange clarity that comes when you hit your breaking point. All the embarrassment, the frustration, the swallowed comebacks crystallized into one undeniable truth: tonight, Sohyun had gone too far.

It was when I was talking to our senior, Yooyeon noona. 

It was quite tame at first, it was just her interrupting our conversations with her being loud. She kept laughing brazenly near me and she kept calling for my attention repeatedly. Then it escalated to her being quite touchy towards me. She kept touching my face, squeezing my cheeks with a single hand, and she kept exploring my shoulder with her hands. She kept shaking me, completely interrupting Yooyeon noona and I’s conversation. 

So I excused myself to Yooyeon noona and grabbed Sohyun by her arms and went towards a quiet area deep inside the villa to confront her.

“What the hell is your problem?!” My voice ripped through the air, raw with anger.

Sohyun just kept giggling, that infuriating, mocking sound scraping against my nerves. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You think this is funny?” My hands clenched at my sides. “I haven’t had a single real conversation since you started this bullshit. Do you get off on ruining things for me?”

She tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Why would anyone waste time talking to a loser like you?”

“And besides,” she added, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “it’s not like you’ve got anything interesting to say anyway.”

Something inside me snapped.

“You know why nobody actually likes you, Sohyun?” The words tore out of me, sharp and venomous. “Everyone tolerates you because of Xinyu. That’s it. If she dropped you tomorrow, you’d be nothing. Just some bitter, lonely girl nobody wants around.”

Her smirk faltered, but I wasn’t done.

“What, did your parents not love you enough? Is that why you’re like this? Desperate for attention, even if it’s negative?”

Her face changed—the arrogance crumbling into something hollow, wounded. But my anger was a wildfire now, unstoppable.

“Or maybe you were always second best. Maybe everything you do is just you screaming, ‘Look at me! Pick me!’—”

“Shut up.” Her voice was low, dangerous. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“Or what?” I stepped closer, my pulse roaring in my ears. “You’ll punch me again? Go ahead. It’s not like you know how to deal with anything except violence and mmm—”

Her hands shot out, gripping my collar pulling me towards her—and then her lips crashed into mine.

I tried to push her off of me, but her grip was too tight—her fingers dug into the collar of my shirt like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. At first, I resisted, my hands pressing against her waist in protest, but the desperation in her kiss was overwhelming. The way her lips moved against mine, trembling and insistent, made my resolve crumble. Before I knew it, I was kissing her back, the tension between us igniting into something feverish and uncontrollable. The kiss was already heating up, but it became even more intense when she suddenly shoved me against the hallway wall, her body pressing into mine as if trying to erase any space left between us.

Then I noticed it—the dampness on both of our faces. At first, I thought it was sweat from the heat of the moment, but when I pulled back slightly, I saw the tears streaking her cheeks. She was crying, her breath hitching between kisses, yet she refused to break contact, her lips still clinging to mine as if they were her only anchor. The salt of her tears mixed with the taste of her mouth, and my chest ached with the weight of whatever pain she couldn’t voice. Why was she crying? Why did this kiss feel like a plea? The hallway around us blurred, the only thing real being the warmth of her body and the quiet, shuddering sobs she couldn’t hold back.

She then let go of our lips but she kept crying. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n… I’m so sorry.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, broken and small as she kept her head bowed. Tears darkened the fabric of my shirt where they fell. I froze for a moment—unsure how to respond—before instinct took over. Gently, I pulled her against me, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other pressed protectively against her shoulder blades. She shuddered, her apologies muffled against my chest, her fingers clutching fistfuls of my sleeves like I might vanish if she let go.

Time blurred. The party’s noise faded into a distant hum, leaving only the sound of her slowing breaths and the occasional hiccup of fading sobs. When she finally lifted her head, I turned away, my jaw tight—but her fingers, warm and trembling, brushed my cheek and guided my gaze back to hers.

“I mean it,” she said, her eyes red-rimmed but steady. “I’m sorry for everything. The bullying. The teasing. The way I humiliated you in front of everyone—” Her voice cracked. “—even the kiss. That wasn’t fair.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but she pressed a finger to my lips. “Please, let me finish?”

I nodded, and her hand slid back to cup my face, thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone as if memorizing it.

“I didn’t know how to talk to you,” she admitted. “With others, I could fake it—laugh, flirt, play the part. But you? You were kind to me from the start, even when I didn’t deserve it. It terrified me.” A faint, self-deprecating smile flickered across her lips. “So I teased you. Pushed you away. Because if I could make you hate me, then I wouldn’t have to face how much I—” She swallowed. “—how much I liked you. And the more I felt it, the worse I acted.”

My breath caught. She liked me? The confession hit like a punch to the ribs, leaving me lightheaded.

“But why not just talk to me?” I asked, voice rougher than I intended. “Why push me away if you wanted me close?”

Her thumb stilled. “Because you were right earlier,” she whispered. “About… all of it. My family. The attention. The way I—” She exhaled sharply, as if the words burned. “I didn’t know how to ask for what I needed. So I took it instead.”

Her words hung between us, raw and vulnerable. I couldn’t meet her gaze—not when my own guilt churned inside me like a living thing.

She’d liked me all along.

Sohyun, perceptive as ever, gently squeezed my hand. “Hey,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Don’t look like that. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I earned every bit of your anger tonight.” Her smile was small but genuine, the kind that crinkled the corners of her eyes.

A quiet settled over us, thick but not uncomfortable. The distant pulse of music and laughter from the party felt worlds away. I exhaled slowly, my breath ruffling her bangs.

“Sohyun… this is a lot to process,” I admitted. “It’s not every day your—” I bit back tormentor just in time, “—the person who’s been on your case for months confesses they like you. But I will give you an answer. Just… give me some time?”

Her entire face lit up—eyes sparkling, lips parting in disbelief. The anxious tension in her shoulders melted away, leaving behind a hopeful, almost giddy energy I’d never seen from her before. In that moment, with her guard down and her heart in her eyes, I finally saw her. Really saw her.

“Yes! God, yes—take all the time you need!” She released me abruptly, as if remembering herself, and took two steps back. The sudden space between us felt charged, electric. Then, inexplicably, we both laughed—a soft, disbelieving sound that dissolved the last of the night’s bitterness.

“We should probably get back before Xinyu looks for us,” I said, nodding toward the crowded living room.

Sohyun grinned—a full, unrestrained smile that transformed her face—and fell into step beside me. But just before we reached the others, she caught my wrist and spun me toward her.

“Y/n,” she said, voice dropping to a whisper. “Can I kiss you again?”

My eyebrows shot up. This girl…

But the teasing retort died on my tongue when I saw her expression—hopeful but uncertain, as if bracing for rejection. So instead, I huffed a laugh and leaned in.

Her answering smile could’ve powered the entire city. Then her hands were in my hair, pulling me down, and her lips met mine—softer this time, sweeter, but no less electric. When we parted, she lingered close enough that our noses brushed.

“For luck,” she whispered, then darted off toward her friends, leaving me standing there, heart pounding, as the party’s noise rushed back in.

It has been a while since the party and Sohyun’s confession and it has been eating at my mind. I had never expected for Sohyun to actually like me and her previous actions towards me didn’t help at all, and now I can’t get her off my mind, the way her lips felt on mine, the softness she hasn’t shown me from the beginning, now lingers on my face and my skin. It’s like she is still holding me and being vulnerable again and I can’t do anything about it. 

Now, the break is over and we’re back in school. Everyone who I met at the party became somewhat friendly and shared greetings when I made my way to the room assigned to me. When I got into the room, I was surprised to see Xinyu as a classmate this term, so I sat next to her and we talked about the vacation and the party. She then said something that caught me off guard. “So, I heard from the grapevine after the party that something happened between you and Sohyun. Mind expanding my knowledge about it?” My shoulders tensed, and when I looked at her, her eyes were showing curiosity, so I carefully asked questions as to what she knew.

“What have you heard about?” I carefully asked Xinyu. 

“Well, someone told me that Sohyun kept pestering you and then you walked off somewhere, taking her with you. That’s all I know.” Xinyu replied.

I took a deep breath and contemplated if I should tell her everything that happened after the confrontation, but after some thinking and since we were still the only people in the room. I decided to tell her some things not all but from what I think would satisfy her.. From everything that I told Sohyun and the confession that she had liked me for quite a while, and the kiss that happened between us. 

Xinyu started to squeal and hit my arms because of what she had just heard. She kept laughing and squealing and I can’t help but feel embarrassed. But then the door suddenly opened and a familiar voice called out to Xinyu. A voice I became quite fond of, Sohyun, who had walked in on the door.

“Hey guys! Oh hi Xinyu!” Sohyun voiced out and it seemed like she hadn't recognized me yet because I was facing Xinyu. But when I turned around, her shoulder tensed up and her face turned red as soon as she saw me. 

“H-hi Y/n.” greeted Sohyun.

A big smile was on my face as soon as I saw her. Not moments later, Xinyu decided to tease the both of us 

“Hey Sohyun! How’s your break? I heard it was quite eventful.” her smile sinister, while wiggling her eyebrows towards the both of us.

Sohyun turned even redder than she already is and it seemed like she had caught on quite quickly. She rushed towards me and she hit my arms but with less force than she used to do.

“YOU. TOLD. HER. WHAT. HAP—PENED?!!” her hits matching every syllable that came out of her. I laughed at her antics but caught her arms and held onto it. “Well, I figured that you’re her friend and it happened in her house, I thought she should know.” I told Sohyun while giving her a smile. 

She put her bag on the back of the chair in front of her and sat down on the vacant seat next to me, pouting while crossing her arms, acting like she hated the both of us. Nothing much happened after that, it was just Xinyu’s continuous teasing until the class filled up with other students and the professor started her lecture. During the lecture, while I was taking notes, a hand suddenly reached for my free hand, I looked into it and it was Sohyun, sneakily trying and failing to hold my hand, so I instead reached for hers and held it discreetly. Hiding it for the meantime. I thought we were sneaky but when I was trying to fix my hair, I saw Xinyu, grinning from ear to ear, teasing us, but Sohyun and I just let it happen and continued on listening to our professor while our hands joined.

After the school day, Sohyun asked me to join her to walk to our dorms. I agreed and we both said goodbye to Xinyu as her chaperone was already waiting for her outside. While on the way to the dorms, I had thought about ‘updating’ our ‘relationship status’, but I guess that the thought was also occupying Sohyun’s mind because she had beat me to opening up the topic.

“You know Y/n, it’s been a while since we last had a conversation with just the two of us. The last one was at–”

“Xinyu’s party!”

“--Xinyu’s party.”

We both looked at each other and laughed at what just happened.

“So I was wondering–” she continued.

“--if you already had your answer?” 

Silence had filled both of us as we continued to walk towards our dorms. She walked behind me the entire time, maybe in anticipation of my answer. I already had an answer, and I do like her as well. After she had been vulnerable with me, I immediately understood where the bullying came from. She hadn’t learned to express herself, and what she did was her way of communicating that she wanted people’s attention. Her past actions, though hurtful, now made sense—they were cries for connection, masked in defiance and aggression. It was as if a puzzle piece had clicked into place, revealing a picture of loneliness I hadn’t seen before.

When we finally got to the dorms, I walked her to her room, the quiet between us heavy with unspoken words. The moment I looked towards her, I could see that her eyes were filled with curiosity, anxiety, and love—emotions so raw and honest that they solidified the answer I had for her. My chest tightened with a mix of tenderness and resolve. I knew then that I wanted to be someone who could help her find better ways to be seen, to reassure her that she didn’t have to push people away to keep them close. The hallway light flickered above us, casting fleeting shadows, but the certainty in my heart remained steady.

“S-Sohyun?”

The name left my lips like a fragile breath, barely audible over the quiet hum of the evening. She turned, her dark eyes meeting mine—patient, curious, but with a flicker of something deeper. Anticipation? Fear?

“Hmm?”

I swallowed hard. The words had been circling my mind for days, clawing at my ribs, demanding release. Now, standing before her, they threatened to choke me.

“I… I have an answer for you.” My voice was steadier than I expected. “And it’s been living inside me for a while now.”

A beat of silence. The air between us grew heavy.

“At first,” I continued, watching her fingers twitch at her sides, “all I could think about was the past. The things you did. The hurt.”

Her breath hitched. The light in her eyes dimmed, like a candle flickering against the wind. She looked down, bracing herself.

“But then I realized something.” I stepped closer, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Maybe I don’t have to just remember the pain. Maybe… I can help you rewrite it.”

Her head snapped up. “W-What?”

“We can figure this out. Together.”

For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. Then—

A gasp. A tremble. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Instead, tears welled, spilling over in glistening streaks.

“You—you mean—?” Her voice was a shattered whisper.

I smiled, soft but sure. “Yeah. I like you too, Sohyun.”

A sob broke free. She crumpled forward, her forehead pressing against my chest as her body shook. Instinctively, my arms wrapped around her, holding her together as she fell apart. Her tears burned through my shirt, searing into my skin. And then—I felt it. The weight of her regret, her relief, her hope. It bled into me, and suddenly, my own vision blurred.

When she finally pulled back, her face was flushed, her lashes wet. But she was smiling. A real, trembling, radiant smile.

Then—

Her hands gripped my collar. She yanked me down.

Our lips crashed together, fierce and desperate. I froze—just for a second—before melting into her, kissing her back with all the words I couldn’t say.

When we broke apart, she was panting, her forehead resting against mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, voice raw. “I swear—I’ll be better. For you.”

The conviction in her words sent a shiver down my spine.

I chuckled, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “I know.”

She sniffled, then abruptly smacked my chest. “You—you made me cry, you idiot.”

I laughed, but before I could retort, she was dragging me toward her dorm, her grip ironclad.

“Wait, Sohyun—?”

She spun, her eyes blazing with playful defiance. “Did you really think I’d let you leave after that?” A smirk curled her lips. “Get in here, pretty boy.”

The door slammed behind us.

And just like that—the past was behind us. The future? Uncertain.

But her hand in mine?

That, I was sure of.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Love you better- H.JS

So, LATAM Jisung did something to my heart and I had to write something for him 🫠 I was supposed to also post uno and chill part 2 today but I accidentally fell asleep during the afternoon and since it's already late, I won't be able to finish it. Good thing I have a long holiday and only come back to uni on Thursday so wait for a lot of updates during the following days (including an Easter special fic 🤭). Nari, if you see this, please don't freak out 😚

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, bros code breaking

Alexa, play Friends With Your Ex by Landon Barker

It all started the night you left Chan.

Not in a dramatic, Hollywoodian explosion. No screaming, no shattered plates, just silence. A final, tired “okay”, and the soft click of a door that didn’t reopen.

You didn’t know where to go, so you walked. It didn’t take long for your phone to buzz.

Hannie: you okay?

That was all it took.

He met you at that 24 hour diner which served bad coffee and greasy bacon slices. Han slid the booth across from you like it wasn’t the middle of the night, like you hadn’t just broken up with his best friend.

He didn’t pry, didn’t ask you why it ended, or if you were okay. He just sat there, gave you his hoodie when you started shivering and let you cry into a plate of pancakes.

And since then, he kept showing up.

You’d text each other more. Stupid jokes bloomed into real conversations. He helped you move boxes out of Chan’s place without asking questions. He made you laugh when no one else could. He gave you rides home late at night because ‘it’s not safe for you to walk'. But he never pushed or crossed a line— he just was there for you, in case you needed it.

Until the night everything changed.

You were sitting in his car parked in some random parking lot. Raindrops tapped against the windows, music playing low. You were wearing his hoodie again and this time, your knees were pulled up in the seat, chin resting on top of them.

“I don’t get it”, you murmured, staring at the blur of city lights outside, “How he just… stopped loving me”

Chan had always been a good man. A kind man. But he was never there. Always at the studio, always putting your relationship last. You didn’t break up with him because you stopped loving him— you did it because he forgot how to love you back.

Han exhaled softly, glancing at you from the driver’s seat, “I don’t think he stopped loving you”, he said quietly, “I think… he just didn’t know how to love you the way you needed”.

That made your chest tighten. You turned toward him, realizing there’s something heavy in his gaze— something he’d been trying not to say for weeks.

“Han…”

He leaned in just a little. Not enough to kiss you, just enough for you to feel the heat.

“I shouldn’t want this”, he said quietly, eyes flicking to your mouth.

“Yeah… you shouldn’t”

“But I do”

You don’t remember who leaned in first. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you. But suddenly, your mouths met like you’ve been starving, like every night he held back, rushed to the surface all at once. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb gently brushing your cheek and suddenly you were kissing him hard.

Messy. Desperate. The car windows started to fog with your breath, your bodies twisting in the cramped front seat. Your legs slid over his lap and his hands grabbed your waist as he tried to stop himself— but he couldn't.

“He never touched you like this, did he?”, he murmured against your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“That’s so wrong”, you whispered, but you were already pulling his hoodie off.

“Then why does it feel this good? Why aren’t you stopping me, huh?”, he groaned, voice rough as his lips found your collarbone.

Because the truth was— you were not just kissing Han. You were kissing every stolen glance. Every accidental touch. Every night you wished someone saw you the way he always did.

It was messy, forbidden— everything you were not supposed to want.

But in that moment with Han’s hands under your shirt and his voice whispering your name like you owned him— you finally felt wanted again.

“You’re still not stopping me”, Han breathed, voice hoarse against your skin.

He was right, you weren’t. You should. But your fingers were already tangled in the hem of his shirt, already tugging it up, palms sliding over the warm lines of his stomach as you straddled him in the driver’s seat.

Your breath hitched when your hands traced over his inked skin— his tattoos, surprisingly familiar, mapped out across his muscles.

“God”, you whispered, brushing your fingertips over just under his ribs, “These always drove me crazy”.

Han let out a low groan, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch, “You’ve barely seen them” he said, voice rough.

“I saw enough”, you whispered, lips ghosting over his neck, “I just didn’t let myself want to. It had been three long weeks, you know”

His hands found your hips like instinct when you grinded down on his lap, head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck”, he groaned.

You kissed him again, your teeth clashing slightly. He moaned into your mouth like he didn’t care that this was sinful. Bros code? He barely remembered it existed.

His hands were everywhere— trailing up your thighs, gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt until he gripped your bare waist like he needed to hold on or he’d have lost himself completely.

“We can’t do this, Yn… Tell me to stop”, he said suddenly, breath shaking.

But your reply was a soft, “Don’t stop”, whispered into the curve of his neck. You didn’t want him to stop, not when he touched you like that.

You rolled your hips over his lap slowly and he let out the filthiest sound you’ve ever heard from him.

Han’s hands gripped you tighter, his jaw clenched. “Jesus”, he muttered, kissing down your jaw, “You’ve been in my head for weeks. Every time you looked at me like you needed me… I couldn’t think straight”

You whimpered as he slid his hand under your bra, gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples. He pulled your shirt up, just enough to kiss the curve of your chest, hot and desperate, leaving a purple stain there. Even though it was sloppy and frantic, it made you cry out his name.

“Hannie…”

That definitely did something to him. His eyes flicked up, then he pulled you back in for another kiss— this time deeper, filthier, full of tongue and need and everything he’d been holding back.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, straining in his jeans, as you rocked down again, dragging a soft whine from his throat.

“You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last”, he growled.

“I don’t want you to last”, you whispered, “I just want you to”

He let out a harsh exhale, more like a curse, then leaned forward. “Backseat”, he muttered, eyes dark with lust, “Now”.

You crawled over, and he followed right behind, pulling the door shut with one hand and dragging your hips into his lap again. This time, it was faster, hungrier. He slid your panties down your thighs without fully undressing you, and the thrill of it made your pulse race.

His fingers slid between your legs, and he cursed under his breath. “Damn, you’re soaked”

You arched into his touch, head falling back. “This is so bad”, you pant, “So, so… ah… wrong”

“Then why…”, he murmured, kissing the corner of your lips as he sank two fingers inside you without any warnings, “Does it feel so fucking good?”

You gasped, grinding down against his hand, and he watched you unravel, like he was trying to memorize every twitch, every moan, every part of you.

He fucked you with his fingers slow at first, curling them just right, until your hips were jerking and your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Let me make you forget him”, he whispered.

And god, you did. You fell apart in his lap with his name on your lips, and when you came down, trembling and breathless, he already got his jeans undone, already guiding you on him with a look that said: ‘Please, just this once, let me have you’.

You took him teasingly slow. As you sank down on him, your fingers clutched the back of the seat, lips parted in shock at how good it felt— how right it felt even when it shouldn’t.

His hands held your hips, anchoring you as you started to move.

The car rocked, the windows fogged and the world outside disappeared.

All that was left was Han— his body, his voice, his mouth. The desperate gasps, and whispered curses.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart…. better than I ever imagined”, he groaned, head falling back.

That made you pause, “You… imagined this before?”

With eyes closed shut, he nodded, breath shaky, chest rising and falling fast. “Every time something went wrong”, he whispered, voice wrecked. “Every time he ignored your feelings cause he was at the studio. Every time you showed up glowing in a new dress and he barely looked at you before saying you looked pretty cause he had a deadline”

A choked sound escaped him— half groan, half confession— as he thrusted into you again. “Fuck… every time I thought, ‘I could be better for her. I could actually make her happy’ “.

Your eyes stung. From the overwhelming pleasure but also from him. From the way he was baring himself to you in a way no one else ever has.

You blinked, lashes heavy with tears, a lump forming in your throat. And then you kissed him. Hard. Deep. With everything— every buried feeling, every confused moment over the past few weeks.

You kissed him like he was the only thing that made sense in the middle of the wreckage you’d been walking through. And he kissed you back like he’d been waiting years. Like this was a secret he was finally allowed to speak.

His thrusts started to lose rhythm, stuttering, desperate, like he was chasing the edge just as hard as you were. The windows were completely fogged now, your skins slick with sweat, your hands gripping his shoulders like they’re the only solid thing left in the world.

You were so close it hurt, each grind sending heat spiraling low in your belly, pressure curling tight until you gasped, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Fuck, I’m…” you started, but he cut you off.

“I know, me too, just come with me”

And when he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, all while looking at you like you were the whole sky, that was what tipped you over. Your body tensed, then unraveled all at once— hot and shuddering, pleasure crashing over you in waves so strong you almost forgot to breathe.

He followed with a low moan of your name, hands gripping your hips as he came, pulling you down hard against him one last time.

Everything went silent, save for the sound of your panting breaths and the soft hum of the car engine.

You were still wrapped around him when he murmured, “I meant it, you know”

You blinked, heart still racing, “What?”

“All of it”, he said, voice low. “I know it is still soon, but I could be better for you. I want to be. I want to make you happy”

Your chest tightened. No one had ever said something like that after sex. Not to you, not like that.

You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his, and whispered, “You already are”

Han smiled, lazily and crooked, and then he added, “Also… you definitely ruined my backseat forever”

You laughed, breathless and full of something bright and warm and real. “Worth it, tho” you say.

“Guess we’ll just have to use the front seat next time”, he grinned.

You laughed harder this time, still tangled together, still flushed and bare and glowing. And then, you realized:

You might be completely fucked up

But maybe… you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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[81pastrys]

Snitch

Summary— Franco gets chewed out for admitting to car sex, meaning more car sex

Warnings— smut ; car sex ; riding ; unprotected sex (never do this) ; no aftercare mentioned but implied ; creampie

A/N— Franco is not my fav to write for imma be honest

Franco One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Request— i'm back again with another franco request 🤺 so.. walk with me here... car sex w/ franco 🙏 only because he said he did that before (franco said it in an interview)

“You said what in an interview?!” She asked. Franco was blowing up the internet when a new interview was released where he admitted to having car sex.

“Mi amor, I didn’t say with you.” He tried to defend himself, ultimately he found it funny and was laughing.

“You’re getting bigger in media Franco you can’t say shit like that, Dios mio.” She scolded him. “What a snitch honestly.” She shook her head and he was still smiling, a cheeky, devilish smirk.

“Well I wasn’t lying mi amor, I was telling the truth.” He said. She rolled her eyes. They were at a red light when she saw the media news. He pulled into an empty parking lot and she looked over confused. It was the middle of the night, they had just got done with a friend’s party and on their way home, well she thought they were going home.

“Why did you stop here?” She asked, she knew why. He wanted to show her how much it doesn’t matter he was telling the truth. “We’re going to get in the backseat now aren’t we?”

“No mi amor, I’m going to move my seat and you’re going to sit on my lap.” He said, moving the seat as far back as possible. She made quick work of her dress, taking it off. She crawled onto his lap and kissed him.

“I can’t believe you told media that we fucked in a car.” She panted. He laughed and kissed her back. His hands were roaming her naked body. He got his shorts and underwear off and she sank down with a groan. There wasn’t much room to move but they made it work.

“So perfect for me.” He said, massaging a breast and sucking the other. He always left purple hickeys over her body, especially her tits or torso. She bounced with as much energy she could and for them both close to climaxes.

“Fuck you feel so big like this.” She moaned. “Dios mio you’re killing me.” Not that he was by any means small, but the confided space made him feel even bigger. She finished first, her hips stuttering up and down and settling for back and forth rocks.

“Mi amor, fuck.” He groaned, throwing his head back. His hips bucked into her more causing a Leo to tear from her lips as his warm load released into her. She could feel him twitching and softening slowly inside her.

“We really need to stop fucking in cars.” She panted. They had their fair share of bedroom sex, but car sex was always more logical to them for some reason.

She got back in the passenger seat and slipped her panties on quickly to defer it spilling on his seats. She put her dress back on lazily as he put his bottoms back on. When they got home they went for round two and then cleaned up.

🥵🥵 can’t wait to see him in F1 again (ik he’s a reserve but I mean a driver)

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @kallanfiona

[natalievoncatte]

“Are you ready?”

Kara was at her desk, which was frankly rather unusual. She was plugging away at something, deep in concentration on whatever she was writing. Lena stopped to watch her for a while from the doorway, leaning against the frame. She found herself doing so more and more often now, largely for one reason: Kara Danvers was the prettiest girl Lena had ever seen.

If you asked Lena her type, she wouldn’t have described Kara Danvers, who was more athletic than svelte, built with strong shoulders and a swimmer’s silhouette. For all of Kara’s efforts to hide beneath soft cardigans and corduroy, it was obvious how jacked she was.

There was more than that, though. It wasn’t just her eyes, a peculiar shade of blue that Lena was sure she’d never seen before; it was the intelligence behind them, the curiosity and wit and shy, stammering confidence. Kara had a kind of nervous courage, for lack of a better way of putting it.

And she was gorgeous, of course. Honeyed curls, soft skin and pillowed lips and those gorgeous eyes, radiant eyes even behind a chunky frame.

Lena would never confess that she was a little in love with Kara. Even after the flower thing, and the buying the company thing, and…

Yeah.

“How about lunch?”

Kara looked up sharply. “What? Oh! Lena hi, I’m just-“

“Don’t give me that,” said Lena. “I’m treating you to lunch.”

“As my boss or my friend?” Kara asked, cautious.

“As me. No shop talk.”

Kara brightened; Lena had… put her in her place, not to put too fine a point on it, a few weeks ago when Kara snapped at her over a perfectly normal request to actually put in some time in her office.

It was necessary.

It also hurt like hell.

Kara made some noises about her work but acquiesced, grabbing her messenger bag and walking with Lena to the elevator. They rode in an moderately aggressive awkward silence; Kara seemed to be one of those people who chronically distrusts elevators despite-

The power went out.

The lights went with it. The elevator car dropped a foot in half a second and Lena felt herself crashing into a solid wall of Kara just before the emergency lights slammed on.

Lena took a moment. Kara had gently caught her and pulled her into a loose hug, for which Lena was grateful as it kept her from slamming her knees into the floor of the elevator.

“Lena? You okay?”

“I’m fine, you?”

Kara gently released her. “I’m… yeah. Fine. Are we stuck?”

“Power’s out. We might be here a while.”

Kara’s eyes went comically wide. “Nothing!”

Lena quirked a brow. “Okay.”

“Really, I’m fine. I was looking forward to lunch! You know me, always hungry. I wish I’d brought some snacks! I like snacks. Do you like snacks?”

Lena stared at her.

“Kara?”

“Of course you like snacks, that was so dumb. I’m sorry, I,” she looked frantically around the small space they found themselves in, “I don’t know why I’m… I’ll shut up.”

Lean shrugged and sat down, leaning against the back wall. Kara did not, choosing instead to pace, which was a tad annoying given the space they were in, but she was more worried about Kara than anything else.

She seemed… frantic.

“Are they going to come get us?”

“Eventually, if the power doesn’t kick back on first.”

“Do you think we’re stuck in between floors? I think we’re in between floors.”

“Probably.”

Kara flipped the panel down beneath the buttons and pulled out the phone inside, the plastic creaking in her grip. She pushed at the HELP button, but nothing happened.

“They know we’re in here right? Someone knows. They won’t leave us.”

Lena blinked.

Oh. Jesus.

“Kara,” said Lena. “Why don’t you sit down? We can just wait for help.”

She gave a short, sharp shake of her head in reply, like some frightened creature. She was now hugging herself and trembling.

“It’ll be soon, right? I can get out soon. I have to get out.”

“Kara,” said Lena.

Kara stared at her, and Lena knew.

“You’re claustrophobic.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Y-yes,” said Kara.

“Sit down with me, okay?”

Finally, she sat, shoulder to shoulder with Lena. Lena took her hand and squeezed it softly. Kara’s hand reminded her of an exotic bird quivering in her palm. Her pulse had to be racing.

“It’s going to be okay. They’re working on getting us out right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Kara swallowed.

“I won’t let anything hurt you,” said Lena.

Kara looked at her with big, wide eyes.

“At least it’s not dark,” she said, lamely.

The lights immediately went out. Kara yelped and Lena felt her jump, hugging herself as her head thumped against the all.

“Oh Rao please no,” Kara whimpered, “please not again I can’t do it again.”

Rao? What the hell was a Rao?

“Lena, it’s dark.”

“I’m right here.”

Lena wrapped her arm around Kara’s shoulders, and found she was shaking like a leaf. A strained, choking sob ripped the air and Lena felt Kara plunge her face in her hands.

She was hot, almost feverish, and her coiled muscles felt like steel cables, even as they trembled. Lena could feel Kara’s heart pounding, incredibly fast.

“Get me out, please get me out.”

Her cell had no bars. Lena tried anyway; nothing.

Kara, very softly, began to cry. When something creaked, she almost screamed, jolting Lena.

“They can’t get in, they can’t get in, they can’t get in.”

“They?”

“The phantoms,” Kara choked out. “The other things. They want to get in, they want to get me.”

“Kara, we’re in an elevator. There’s nothing outside but concrete and steel cables.”

“Are you real?”

“Of course,” said Lena.

“It felt like I’d sleep for years, then I’d wake up and something huge would be crushing my pod or the phantoms would be scraping their claws on the canopy and looking at me. They just stared. All they had to do was wait.”

“Your pod?”

Kara froze, going totally still.

“I… uhhh… I mean my… my bed? No, the car, from the accident, my parents died in the accident, I hit my heed.”

“You told me your parents passed in a house fire.”

Kara swallowed hard. “Did I?”

Her voice was thin and hysterical.

“Please, Lena, I’m scared.”

Lena gently guided Kara’s head to her shoulder and rocked her there, lightly carding her fingers through her hair.

“It’s alright, Kara. It’ll be alright.”

“Lena,”

“It’s okay,” said Lena. “Everyone gets scared. Everyone has a fear. Even you.”

Kara sucked in a breath.

“Pod,” said Lena. “Phantoms.”

“Lena I…”

“Shhh,” said Lena. “Hush now. You’ve already saved me at least three times, I owe you one.”

Kara gently wrapped her arms around Lena and sobbed into her shoulder. Lena suspected that Kara couldn’t break them out, so she didn’t press it. She just let Kara hold her and gently stroked her hair and softly sang an old lullaby she half remembered, stumbling back over the same verses.

There was a last a loud bang and Kara jerked, then let out a slow breath as the elevator doors at last spread open, forced apart by workmen.

Lena made sure Kara got out first. Then, Kara reached down and lifted her by the waist, setting Lena gently beside herself.

“Thank you,” Kara murmured.

Lena felt the eyes of the two workers behind her but she didn’t care. She smiled softly.

“I’m not mad. Actually, this explains a lot.”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“I think we missed lunch.”

“Mmm,” Lena gave her a coquettish smile. “Why don’t we get dinner, then? Just us, at my place.”

Kara smiled, wiping away her tears.

“I’d like that.”

[miyasmagnolias]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ₊ ⊹

miya atsumu x f!reader

all you wanted was a roommate who enjoyed watching the bachelor just as much as you did. so when a disgruntled frat boy becomes your subtenant for the year, you decide to work with what you've got.

part one of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

Your new roommate was moody.

He was a frat boy, you'd heard — not from any actual conversations you'd had with him — but from your friend who had internet stalked him for the sake of your personal safety.

He was also a setter on the men's volleyball team, a business major, and — as if things couldn't get any more interesting — a fraternal twin. The other, less hot-headed one had been by the apartment a couple of times to drop off some groceries and the occasional onigiri plate, all of which his brother had accepted with a slight growl before disappearing back into his room. In other words, he wasn't exactly your first choice of a subtenant.

You thought it was strange that a frat boy in his senior year of college had responded to the sublet post you'd shared on Facebook. Didn't fraternities have cushy, off-campus housing with three living rooms and enough booze to cause a forest fire? Or, more reasonably, didn't he have any friends he could room with in the meantime?

Despite your curiosity, it wasn't your business to know his reasons for moving into your quiet north campus apartment in the middle of August. Your old roommate had graduated the previous year, and you couldn’t exactly question her replacement when he was the only one willing to move in with you. So long as he wasn’t a smoker or a wanted felon, you could tolerate a bit of grumpiness here and there.

Still, it didn’t stop you from trying to be kind to him.

"Atsumu?" you asked, knocking on his doorframe.

It was rare that he left his door open; normally, he'd storm in here after volleyball practice and promptly shut the door. He wouldn't slam it, but he always used more force than necessary, as if doing so would rid himself of the anger you could so clearly see in the way he tensed his shoulders, flexed his jaw.

"Yeah," he said by way of greeting, setting his gym bag by the bedside table.

"I was just going to grab some groceries before my afternoon classes. Did you need me to get you anything?"

"Nah, thanks. Osamu dropped off some stuff o’er the weekend.”

"Okay," you nodded, grip tightening around your car keys as you debated whether or not to just turn around and walk out the front door.

No, you told yourself, your need to be a friendly roommate outweighing your hatred of awkward small talk. Just ask him. The worst he could say is no.

As if he could see the buffer wheel spinning in circles on your forehead, Atsumu asked, "Something' else ya wanna ask me?"

You snapped out of your trance and, before you could think too deeply about it, blurted out, "Yes! I was wondering if you wanted to watch The Bachelor with me tonight."

He blinked once. Twice. "The Bachelor?"

You nodded. "The new season starts tonight, and my previous roommate and I always hosted Bachelor Monday night watch parties. Most of the usual group graduated already, so it would just be us two. But I was hoping to keep up the tradition."

He unpacked his gym bag as you spoke, the skepticism on his face growing with each passing word that slipped from your mouth.

"Ain’t that the show where, like, one guy sleeps with a million different women?"

You pursed your lips to one side. "No, not exactly. He makes out with most of them, though."

"Ya see, now, why would I wanna watch that?"

"...because it's fun? And addictive?" Jesus, you sounded like the salesperson for Vicodin. "Plus, it's a lot more heartfelt than you think. These twenty-five women are willing to put their hearts on the line for this singular chance at love, and it's nice to see a few couples come out of it alive."

He shucked his sweaty gym shorts in the hamper by the door, his face the portrait of disinterest. "Doesn't really sound like my cuppa tea."

"To be fair, I don't think it's anybody's cup of tea when they start watching it. But it grows on you."

He drew his lips into a hard line. "Think I'll pass."

You nodded your head in reverent defeat. At least you'd tried.

"Fair. Well, I hope you don't mind me hogging the TV every Monday night until November, and you're free to join me whenever you want."

He nodded once, as if he'd heard you but was never seriously going to consider it. And that was that.

You drove to the grocery store on University Drive and picked up your meal prep for the week, adding to your cart an assortment of snacks for your solo watch party that night: jalapeño chips, white cheddar popcorn. A pack of blue raspberry sour straws — you'd seen Osamu include a pack in his grocery haul for Atsumu, so you figured you'd refill his stash while you were here. Your roommate might have been a grumpy old man trapped inside a twenty-two year-old body, but that didn't mean you couldn't care for him like you had your previous roommate. It was second nature for you to do so.

"Are you sure you don't want me over tonight?" Haruka asked during your advanced writing workshop later that afternoon. Your professor had split the class into pairs for peer-review twenty minutes ago, but you'd since abandoned each other's essays and were now only pretending to work. "I can skip my screenwriting seminar."

"Haru, no. I am not letting you sacrifice your perfect attendance just so you can watch trashy television with me."

"I'm assuming frat boy hasn't let up yet, either?"

"No,” you sighed, fiddling with the purple pen in your hands. "He's the human embodiment of a brick wall."

"I couldn't find anything else about him online, either," your friend admitted. "His socials are completely scrubbed after high school. It's like he went AWOL."

"Maybe he just values his privacy."

"Or maybe he has a secret past he doesn't want anyone to know about."

You considered all of his pent-up energy, the way he threw his bedroom door closed after a long day at volleyball practice. There was definitely a story there; you just weren't particularly keen on searching for it. You were intuitive enough to recognize a boundary when you saw one, and with Miya Atsumu, there were many.

"Maybe," you said, unwilling to divulge further. "But I'll be fine tonight. If anything, it'll be nice to just lounge in my sweatpants and gorge on chips without anyone there to judge me."

And you believed in that statement. Truly.

In fact, as you unlocked the door to your apartment a couple hours later, a people-free evening sounded like the best way to ease into the new semester. You may have been an English honors student about to graduate in ten months, but you would never let the stress of your workload interfere with Bachelor Mondays. The show was too good, too sacred for you to do that.

But as you settled into your couch and laid out the snacks you’d bought earlier that day across the coffee table, you couldn't help but wish you had someone to share them with.

Atsumu returned home from volleyball practice ten minutes into the season premiere, the slam of the front door outcompeting the gentle drone of the television as he walked inside and kicked off his shoes.

He jutted his chin out towards you in greeting.

"Hey." You sat up on the couch and readjusted your blanket. "How was practice?"

"Fine.” He shrugged half-heartedly, already en-route to his bedroom before spotting your assortment of snacks.

He paused, did a double-take. You followed his gaze to the unopened package of blue raspberry sour straws stacked neatly atop your books.

"Oh, yeah. Those are for you,” you told him.

“For me,” he reiterated, pointing to himself. You nodded. “I thought I told ya not to get me anythin.’”

You frowned. “Do you not want them?”

“Nah, it’s not that, I just…” Atsumu blinked, clearly malfunctioning. As if he couldn’t fathom why you were being so nice to him. “How d'ya know I liked 'em?"

"Because I live with you," you said matter-of-factly. "And I saw the wrapper when I took the trash out this morning — which, by the way, I created a chore chart for the two of us on the whiteboard over there."

Atsumu swiveled on his heel to face the whiteboard tacked just outside your kitchenette, the 4x6 makeshift chart decked out in washi tape, stickers, and hand-drawn bubble letters. You’d even ordered magnets to indicate when you’d completed each of your chores — bunnies for you, foxes for Atsumu.

He looked at your display like he didn't know exactly what to make of it. “Yer a real fan of stationary, aren’t ya?”

“I may or may not have spent my last paycheck on that whiteboard.”

He massaged the inner corners of his eyes. “Ya ain’t obligated to do all this song and dance for me, ya know. I ‘preciate it, but I can hold mah own.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you said, “I know you can. I just wanted to make you feel welcome, that's all.” You leaned over to pick up the pack of candy and waved it in his direction. “Here, take one.”

After several seconds of deliberation, your roommate finally accepted your offering, tore open the package, and fished out a sugar-coated sour straw bluer than a bottle of Windex. He tore the gummy candy with his teeth and chewed quietly, his shoulders finally relaxing.

You peered up at him from your spot on the couch, scared to make any sudden movements in fear he might scurry off to his room again. After a moment, you asked, "Are they good?"

He nodded, licking the excess sugar off of his fingers. "They are. Thank ya."

You brought the bowl of popcorn into your lap and smiled softly. "You're welcome."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes as you snacked, the sounds of the television humming between you in a novel sense of harmony. Astumu's attention gradually shifted to the screen, where a beautiful young woman now exited her limousine to meet the man whose heart she would spend weeks vying for.

Behind a mouthful of candy, Atsumu asked, "This the horny dating show ya were talkin' 'bout earlier?"

You snorted. "That's the one."

The bachelor twirled the young woman around in a slow, salacious circle, his eyes sparkling with intrigue as she lifted her face to the sky and laughed.

"He clearly only did that so he could get a good look at her ass," Atsumu scoffed in disbelief.

"Yeah, but look at her. She's practically eating it up," you retorted, shoveling a handful of popcorn into your mouth. "Those are bedroom eyes right there."

Your roommate absentmindedly perched himself on the opposite arm of the couch. "How much ya think he's gettin' paid to do this?"

"Why? You thinking of auditioning?"

"Maybe," he murmured, staring at the flirtatious exchange like one might a wild animal exhibit. You considered Atsumu for a moment —with his clean-cut fade, dark eyebrows, and bleach-blonde hair — and hummed in approval.

"I can see that."

"Can ya? Think I have a face for TV?"

"Maybe," you drawled. "If you wiped the scowl off your face every once in a while."

Almost instinctively, the corners of his lips ticked upwards into a soft flicker of a smile, revealing the dimple on his left cheek. It only lasted about a second, but you caught it like a firefly in a jar.

"So what's happenin' now?" he asked impatiently.

"So only five of the twenty-five women have pulled up so far to Bachelor Mansion, and they can do anything they want to give a good first impression," you explained. "Some just flirt, like the one you just saw. But others have brought wedding cakes, neon signs. The whole nine yards." "Sounds excessive." "Well, at the end of the night, the guy gives a first impression rose to the girl he thinks stood out the most, and she's immediately saved from that evening's elimination."

"They eliminate people on day one?" he asked. You nodded, and Atsumu shook his head. "Damn. That's brutal."

For the next hour and a half, your roommate's eyes never left the television screen, and it was the most you'd ever heard him talk since he'd moved in three weeks ago. He had something snarky to say about everything — the budding drama between the contestants, the tragic backstory of the bachelor himself. You ended up laughing at his out-of-pocket commentary, oftentimes finding his reactions to the show more entertaining than the show itself.

Once the episode was over, Atsumu leaned against the backrest of the couch, intertwining his fingers behind his neck. He exhaled a long, reflective breath.

"Damn."

"I know."

"I can't believe the doctor was eliminated."

"The good contestants often are."

"I mean, her story was so compellin'," he urged, turning to face you from the other end of the couch. "She wanted to prioritize love over her career, have a family before her ol' granny passes away. How could he not give her a chance?"

"Maybe he just didn't feel that spark," you reconciled. Atsumu scoffed in reply.

"Sparks means jack shit if she ain't a good person." He grabbed a piece of popcorn from the bowl sitting between you and chewed thoughtfully. "If I were on this show, I'd make sure I chose the right people."

You nodded. "That's very noble of you, Atsumu."

He cut you a glare. "Are ya teasin' me?"

"No,” you deadpanned, although you didn't sound convincing. "I just think it's funny how you think twenty-five women would line up to marry you in the first place."

He folded his arms across his chest and frowned. "Yeah, right. I'd be a catch on a show like this."

"Really? With all your grunting around and leaving your smelly gym socks by the front door?"

"Hey, that was one time, and I apologized to ya already." He quieted for a moment before adding, "Just haven't been my usual self lately. Been goin' through some personal stuff."

You softened at his casual confession, Haruka's words from earlier that day immediately coming to mind. Maybe he has a secret past he doesn't want anyone to know about.

You didn't need to know what exactly he was going through. But you appreciated the acknowledgment that it was there, that dark, stormy cloud that seemed to follow him around wherever he went. It worried you, even though you'd only met three weeks ago. You wished you could do something to make it better.

But instead of admitting that and potentially scaring him away, you instead resorted to your usual sarcasm.

"Well, I'm sure your charisma is buried somewhere beneath all your steely stares."

Your roommate's brow knit together. "I ain't got steely stares."

"Don't worry. Some women like that." You paused. "Maybe not twenty-five of them, but some."

Despite himself, Atsumu huffed out a laugh, his smile making its second appearance of the evening. "Yer real funny, ya know that?"

"Says the guy who didn't think reality TV was his cup of tea."

"Oh, shaddup," he drawled. You grabbed a sour straw from the near-empty package and held it out to him in a dramatic gesture.

"Atsumu, will you accept this first impression sour straw?"

He swiped the candy away from you and ripped it in half with his teeth. "Will ya quit teasin' me?"

"Why?" you argued. "You having second thoughts about living with me for the next ten months?"

"No," he said a little too confidently, rolling the straw between his thumb and forefinger. "No, I just don't think ya know who yer messin' with."

You were taken aback by the sudden smugness in his voice, the way his eyes slid over to yours with the kind of charm that made your thoughts go hazy. For the first time in weeks, you finally got a glimpse of what Miya Atsumu was actually like.

Just haven't been my usual self lately, he'd told you. You considered the gravity of those words. The person they’d alluded to.

Perhaps your new roommate would prove to be more interesting than you'd initially thought.

a/n: thank you for reading the first part of my new lil' series, in close quarters!

i intend to write each installment as a one-shot so you can enjoy them independently of one another. however, each part will contribute to the greater arc of the story — so if you're here for the long run, welcome! i'm very grateful to have you here. ♡

@miyasmagnolias 2025

[jordiemeow]

PLS elaborate on pride and prejudice! art??? my shayla???

shoutout to whoever sent the original req i love you. writing this in car very rushed i fear just Thinking

mr. donaldson who moved into the estate of netherfield park next to your family's. an eligible bachelor according to your mother, the sole male heir to his family's fortune. an entire £5,000 a year!

mr. donaldson who you officially met at the ball in meryton, alongside his closest friend, mr zweig, and his two sisters. well-mannered but a little awkward in his own charming sort of way, and very handsome.

mr. donaldson who couldn't wait to ask you to dance, despite his family's disapproval. he steps on your toes a few times, but the bashful smile he offers as an apology each time makes the pain worth it.

mr. donaldson who invited you to tea with his sisters so that he could see you again without coming off as too eager. when you catch a cold from the rain on the ride over, he spends the next few days at your bedside to nurse you back to health, brushing off your complaints that you don't want to spread your illness.

mr. donaldson who brings you flowers each day you're sick (sometimes a little crushed from being in his satchel) and insists he should hold your teacup while you drink. "your hands are shaking. allow me, my lady," but it's really just an excuse to sit on the edge of your bed with you.

mr. donaldson who writes you letters despite the fact longbourn is only a few miles from his own home. he delivers them in person to your door, but never stays to chat. he hasn't worked up the courage to ask your father for permission to court you.

mr. donaldson who lights up every time he catches a glimpse of you at high society events, whether it is a luncheon or a ball. he always looks rather flustered when asking to fill your dance card, but as soon as you're moving through the crowds together and you're smiling up at him so sweetly, the tension leaves his shoulders.

mr. donaldson who is absolutely heartbroken when patrick and his sisters tell him you have no interest in him and he should find a young lady with a better fortune. he spends several months back in london, and none of the letters he attempts to write you ever make it to you.

mr. donaldson who finally sees you again following a long spring and summer of fruitless pining. you're just as beautiful as he remembers, and he has to resist the urge not to pull out the heirloom ring he's carried in his pocket ever since your first meeting at meryton.

mr. donaldson who finally declares his intentions to court you to your parents. your mother's approval is a given due to her longing to climb the social ladder, but it's your father who gave him sweaty palms. following a long discussion about how he absolutely worships the ground you walk on and would be honoured to call himself your husband, your father agrees.

mr. donaldson who brushes off any mention of a dowry. he has more than enough incentive to make you his wife already, and he does everything by the book. chaperones present where required, tea with your families, and bringing you little gifts ranging from jewellery to a new stationery box to keep exchanging letters.

mr. donaldson who flushes scarlet when you begin to affectionately dub him as "artie" the closer the pair of you get. he doesn't even bat an eye when patrick makes fun of him for the nickname. he just thinks everything you say is lovely.

mr. donaldson who asks for your hand in marriage less than two months later. it's not the most romantic proposal ever, just during a walk on his estate during which he couldn't keep it bottled in anymore. but the impassioned speech he gave you, and the way he dropped to one knee and took your hands in his, was enough of a gesture in itself.

mr. donaldson who marries you in a joint ceremony alongside mr zweig and your younger sister. despite being surrounded by your families and every nobleperson your mother could think of inviting, he's focused entirely on you. gazing at you as if the sun rises and sets solely for you, even as his friend delivers his speech.

mr. donaldson who insists on writing his own vows just to tell you how much he loves you. he rambles on for so long that someone has to cut him off. despite blushing furiously, he doesn't regret his display of adoration in the slightest.

mr. donaldson who is very happy to consummate the marriage with you, and is surprisingly well-built under all those tailored suits. he spends the night nestled between your thighs, showing you exactly what else that romantic tongue of his is capable of.

[loving-barnes]

EVAN BUCKLEY - MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

Author's note: I have something new for you. Because I have a crush on Evan Buckley from 911, I have decided to write a fic. And it might not be the last. Yes, I know it's easter, but I was feeling a bit more festive. So, enjoy. I hope some of you will.

Summary: Y/N was invited to the Christmas dinner with the 118.

Pairing: Evan Buckley x female reader

Warning: none

Rating: 15+

Words: 4200+

Masterlist | Evan Buckley Masterlist

EVAN BUCKLEY - MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

This year, the Christmas celebration was held at the 118 station. The “A-shift” was working through the most wonderful day of the year. With that, or a few weeks before, came the idea of having a Christmas party at the station. Everyone was invited—everyone who was somehow related to each member of the fire station. Many people were expected, including kids. 

Bobby was happy to cook the turkey and ham at the station. His wife promised to make mashed potatoes, and bring peas and baked vegetables. Other firefighters brought food to the table - some sweet, others savoury. They wanted to be sure that there was plenty of food for everyone invited. 

Maddie drove with Y/N to the station. Both women wore Santa hats for the occasion and dressed casually as requested. The brunette kept eyeing her, grinning. “Are you excited?” she asked. 

Y/N squinted. “What’s with that face? What’s going on behind those eyes, huh?” 

Maddie parked the car at the station. “Nothing, nothing,” she shook her head, still grinning like a maniac. There was a silence for a good five seconds. “Just, thinking that you’ll be under the same roof with Buck.”

There it was, again. “Oh, that’s what’s happening,” she glared at her friend. “Listen, just because I confessed I have a tiny crush on your brother, doesn’t mean you get to have a field day with this.” 

“It’s cute, actually,” she said. “And the thought of you and my brother is appealing.” The brunette turned to her friend. “Okay, I have a confession.”

“Oh no.”

“There were two reasons why I brought you that night to meet everyone,” said Maddie. Before Y/N could send her to hell, she continued. “Yes, I wanted you to meet other people. You were new in the city and had no friends. But I wanted you to meet my little brother.”

“Meddler,” Y/N glared at her. “That’s what I’m gonna call you.”

“You two have so much in common! Exercising? Video games? Cooking / baking?!” she said excitedly. “Besides, there is a spark between you two.” 

They got out of the car and headed to the trunk to get the baked goods they brought. “I don’t know what you see, Mads, but I don’t see any spark. I don’t think your brother is interested in me at all. He’s just friendly. So, please, just drop it, okay?” 

Once the truck was locked, they walked inside the station. Maddie held a big box with sugar cookies and regular cookies. She decided to change the topic. “This year we are so lucky to have Christmas and New Year’s off,” the brunette said, cheerfully. 

Y/N carried a tray with a punch cake. It was heavy, but she was proud she could bake it on time. Everyone would get a piece or two. “You have plans for New Year’s?” she asked. 

“Athena and Bobby are having a New Year’s party at their house,” she said. “Chim and I are going. Didn’t they tell you?” 

Y/N looked at her friend, shaking her head. “N-no. But, that’s okay. I’ll just have a nice evening on the couch, watching TV and-”

Maddie stopped and turned to Y/N. “No, you are coming with us. Besides, they decided about three days ago. They will let you know about it, I’m sure of it.” 

“I don’t want to intrude,” Y/N sighed. “So, if they don’t say anything to me tonight, I’ll know I am not invited and that’s fine. I have a rule: don’t go anywhere you are not invited.” 

Maddie was about to protest, but they just landed on the last steps of the upper level. The place was nicely decorated. Ornaments hung around the bannisters and the ceiling. A Christmas tree was shining with multiple colours. And, of course, there were mistletoes. It was magical.

With the big boxes, it took both women a second to walk up the stairs. Many people were present, so they greeted everyone with a loud “Merry Christmas!” 

Cheerful greetings started from every side. Bobby was the first to appear, taking Maddie’s box first, then hugging her once he put it away. Athena jumped in, taking Y/N’s tray of punch cake. “Oh my god, you baked that?” she asked. 

Y/N nodded with a smile. “I did. We bake it every year on Christmas - also, a non-alcoholic version. There is only a punch scent,” she explained. “Otherwise we put rum in it.” 

“You have to give me a recipe and show me how to bake it,” Athena smelled the cake through a plastic wrap, her eyes rolled back. “Damn, that smells delicious. It’s gonna be hard putting off those extra holiday pounds when I see all these goods.” 

Athena served the cookies and punch cake. She put half and half on plates and set each on one side of the narrow table. 

Chim greeted Maddie with a deep kiss. Hen came to hug Y/N as well as Karen did. At this point, they knew Y/N well. The moment Maddie brought her to the bar that fateful night, she became part of this family. And it was nice, having this many people in her life. They looked for one another, they cared for each other. It was nice. It was special. 

“Y/N!” She heard Christopher’s cheerful voice. He slowly walked to her, a big smile plastered over his face. Her arms wrapped around him in a tight hug. “Merry Christmas, Chris. Maddie and I brought sweets,” she winked at him. 

“What kind?” 

“Sugar cookies, regular cookies and I made a punch cake. It’s a Christmas cake I make with my family during Christmas,” she explained to him. “It’s really good.”

“Can’t wait to try it,” he said excitedly. 

That kid was amazing. Even with cerebral palsy, he could do so much stuff. And he made everyone’s day better. His attitude was always positive. Y/N admired him and Eddie. 

Speaking of Eddie, he approached them, sweeping his son into his arms. It made Chris laugh. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it,” he smiled at the woman. 

“Y/N.” Buck approached the young woman with a smile on his face. His hands spread wide. He was ready for a hug. “Merry Christmas.” 

There he was. The man who made her head spin. The man who made her heartbeat speed up like a race car. Buck was her Christmas wish. Somewhere deep in her fantasies, she imagined coming up to Santa and wishing for Buck to like her back. 

“Buck, Merry Christmas,” she greeted him, hugging the firefighter. 

This wasn’t the first time they hugged. They did it a couple of times. It turned into a causal thing between them. And damn, he smelled nice. Those strong arms around her; his body pressed against her… No, don’t go there. 

“I saw you brought a big tray,” he wiggled his brows. 

“I made a punch cake,” she said. How many times did she say it already? “So, I hope you’ll take a piece and tell me what you think since you’ve dipped your fingers into the culinary world.” There was a teasing grin on her face. 

“It’ll be my pleasure,” he bowed his head a little. “You accept criticism, right?” 

She made a face. “I do, don’t worry. You can go all Gordon Ramsay on me. I won’t mind. But I bet you’ll say only nice things about my baking skills.” 

Buck looked around, his eyes landing on a plate with sweets. He reached for a piece of punch cake and took a bite. Y/N watched him chew. He hummed, made a face and then swallowed. 

“Fuck, that’s one good cake,” he cursed and shoved the rest of the piece into his mouth. More humming came out of his throat. It made Y/N giggle. “Very on theme, very well baked from a pretty, skilful baker.” 

Pretty and skilful or pretty skilful, she wondered. Don’t get your hopes high.

“Is everyone here?” They heard Athena call. Buck and Y/N looked at her, wondering what this was about. “If you could all gather for a Christmas group photo on this side of the table.” 

People started to move around, walking to one side of the table for the photo. “Who’s gonna take the picture?” Chim asked. 

“Self-timer,” Bobby replied as he set the camera on a tripod. 

Y/N wanted to stand on the very edge of the photo. That’s where she belonged even when she knew these people well. It was only fitting. But a hand reached for her, pulling her. Her eyes found Buck pulling her more to the middle. He made her stand next to him. His arm wrapped around her lower back, pushing her closer to his body. Maddie was slightly bent forward with Chim. Eddie was next to Buck with Christopher standing in front of him.

It was a simple gesture. This proved she was part of the brave family that saved lives - 911 dispatchers, Firefighters, Paramedics and Police officers. First responders. 

“Everyone, say ‘Merry Christmas’!” Athena called. 

“Merry Christmas!” The whole group shouted as several photos were taken thanks to a self-timer. 

This was the first Christmas that felt nice. Last year, she was alone, back in her hometown, sad and depressed. She would laugh at people if someone told her that Christmas could be magical again. Look where she was now. 

Y/N took a deep breath to suppress her tears. This was not the time to cry. It was time to be joyful. 

“The camera will be available for anyone who wants to take a picture after dinner. Now, let’s eat before the bell rings,” Bobby ordered with a big smile. 

People started to mingle around, finding a place to sit. Maddie sat down next to Chim and called Y/N to sit beside her. Eddie, Chris and Buck walked around and sat across them. 

“I am starving,” Buck called. 

Peas were passed around. Mashed potatoes and a bowl of other vegetables and then cut portions of turkey and ham. People put anything they wanted on their plates. Laugher echoed around the firehouse as well as the sound of clinking dishes. 

The food was delicious. Y/N had to admit she had never had mashed potatoes that were this creamy and rich. The meat was juicy and perfectly marinated. Bobby did an excellent job, as she learnt from the people around her. 

“I’m gonna be in a food coma,” she commented after finishing her plate. “It was delicious.” 

“I told you. Bobby is like Guy Fieri,” Buck looked into her eyes.

Y/N felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She glanced at the screen. A sigh escaped her lips. It was a text from a relative who wrote to her for Christmas. The last thing she wanted was a message from them. She licked her lips and put the phone back. 

Maddie’s eyes were on her. She noticed the shift of energy from her friend. “Everything okay?” 

“Yes,” Y/N put a smile on her face. “Just got Christmas wishes.”

No more questions were asked. Good. She didn’t need people to feel sorry for her. She didn’t want to dwell on the past, no matter how hard or sad it was. 

As the party continued, and without any calls, people formed groups and talked. They eat the cookies or the punch cake. They drank water, juice or other non-alcoholic beverages. Now was the perfect opportunity to find a secluded spot to think for a moment. And that’s what Y/N did. 

She walked to the other side of the upper floor where no one was present. It gave her the space to be alone but not leave the party. All she needed was five minutes, maybe ten. Y/N took her phone out and looked at the text. It made her stomach twist and turn unpleasantly. No, she won’t react to the text. She won’t do anything about it. 

“Hey.” 

Her head snapped up from the phone. She quickly put it in her pocket again. “Hey, Buck.” 

“Y-you okay?” His steps stopped by her side. He leaned against the wooden bannister. His eyes looked around the firehouse. The engines were parked, waiting to be taken on a call. Boy, he hoped they wouldn’t have to leave anytime soon. 

“Uh, yeah,” she smiled at him. “I’m just checking with my relatives. That’s all.” It was a half-truth. 

“Come on, we’re friends. We’ve known each other for months. You don’t have to pretend or lie. Is everything okay, Y/N?” His body turned to face her. 

She opened her mouth, then closed it. How could she tell him about her life? She hated going back in the past, reliving the memories that had happened. “Uh, it’s a little complicated,” she said. “Last Christmas, I spent it alone, back in my hometown. It was a challenging year. Tragic, I dare to say.” 

Buck’s hand appeared on her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “Okay, I’m not gonna push-”

“It’s okay,” she jumped in. “My father passed away 2 years ago - prostate cancer. It happened after Christmas.” 

“Oh, sorry about that,” he sighed. “You and your mom must-”

“I’m not in contact with my mother,” she said. “Or I’m not trying to be. Our relationship is bad. Let’s leave it like that for now.” 

She could see in Buck’s eyes he wanted to ask. His lower lip trembled. One nod of his head, he decided to let it go. “You’ve spent last Christmas alone?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t feel like celebrating. I felt lost and not festive. Now, it’s different. I feel like I belong somewhere again.” Y/N looked at the people at the table. They laughed, chatted and enjoyed the rest of the food. 

“You are with us, now. You are part of this big heroic family. We get to save lives, some of us risk our own and feel like heroes for a moment,” he laughed. 

“Like I said before, I like I’m doing something meaningful. No matter how mentally challenging this job is. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for you.” Y/N turned to him. Her elbow rested against the bannister. Her head tilted to the side. “You go in the field, risk your life. Hope to survive and then do it again.” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. Some days it’s easier than others. But, I wouldn’t change this work for anything. I love my job. I love what I’m doing.” 

She nodded. “I get it. I do. I love my job, too. It was the best decision to…” Her speech faltered when her eyes noticed Maddie on the other side of the room, making weird faces at her. At first, she made kissy faces. Then she pointed with her finger up. 

Y/N’s eyes lifted just as Buck turned his head to see what was happening behind his back. There was a mistletoe above them. It was one of the many that hung around the firehouse. Buck looked back at Y/N and saw her attention above them. Now, he too discovered the mistletoe. 

He chuckled under his nose. “I don’t think I’ve noticed that.” 

She shook her head in disbelief. “I didn’t either.” Her cheeks got warmer and she bit her lip nervously. “But I recall I’ve seen a few around the place when we arrived.”

Buck made a small step to her, a smile never leaving his face. He cleared his throat. “You know the rules, right?” 

“Uh, enlighten me,” she said. 

“Well,” he licked his lips. “It’s all just superstition, but it is said that if the people don’t just kiss under the mistletoe, they’ll get one year of bad luck.” 

That made her laugh. “Oh, is that right?” 

He took another step closer. The gap between them closing. His eyes travelled around her face - her eyes, her nose and then her lips. “You don’t want a year of bad luck, do you?” 

“I don’t.” 

“Good.” His hand lifted to her face and he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He was so close now. She could feel his body heat radiating from him. “Well, now you’re gonna have to kiss me then.” 

She made a face, trying to hold back her laughter. Her eyes locked on his. “Or maybe you’ll have to kiss me,” she dared back. 

He was surprised by that response, by her boldness. “If that’s what you want,” he whispered. One of his hands found the back of her neck as he gently pulled her closer to his body. Slowly, their lips connected in their first, gentle kiss. 

They tested the waters. At first, it was light as a feather, lips barely touching. Then, the second time their lips pressed together, it was bolder, proper. Her hands slowly crawled up his chest and wrapped around his neck as the third kiss got more heated. His tongue swiped over her lower lip, asking for entrance. She did. Their tongues collided, explored and danced together. 

Y/N didn’t want the kiss to end. His arms, the hold he had on her was what she needed. His kisses were what she secretly dreamt of. However, a higher power, or in other words, his co-workers had a different plan. 

Shouting and clapping echoed from the other side of the level. Their kiss broke when they heard the cheering. Y/N pressed her forehead against his uniform, blushing. With that scene, everyone was looking at them now. 

Buck turned his head, glaring at everyone. “Way to ruin the moment,” he huffed. 

When Y/N pushed her body from him and looked at the people, she noticed Maddie giving her thumbs up. “Your sister is gonna be insufferable now and I mean it affectionately.” 

“Uh, what now?” Buck looked at her. 

She shook her head, laughing awkwardly. Y/N waved a hand. “So, no bad luck now, huh?” 

His hand moved to her warm cheek. A thumb brushed the skin under her eye. “Yeah. I guess the bad luck was avoided, thanks to me.” 

Y/N snorted. “So, you are basically taking the credit, huh?” 

“It was me who kissed you,” he teased. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Of course, what was I expecting?” This silliness between them was adorable. 

Buck leaned in some more. He inhaled her scent, enjoying the vanilla perfume she wore. “Maybe you should thank me for saving you from a year of bad luck,” he hummed. His nose brushed against her. 

A gentle nod. A whisper of “okay”. She leaned more, their lips meeting again in another kiss. One of his hands appeared on the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepened. A soft moan escaped her lips.

The bell began to ring again. It was another call and the firefighters had to respond. Buck pulled away. “Wait till we are back?” 

“O-okay,” she nodded eagerly and watched him run downstairs with the rest of his team. Christmas or not, they were at work and were needed somewhere more. 

Y/N licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on the fire engine until it was out of sight. Her mind was clouded by the feeling of Buck’s lips on her. The way he held her, how he made her feel. This was a dream, right? 

“Y/N,” Athena’s voice brought her back from the cloud. There was a smirk on her lips. “I’m not gonna ask questions about what happened here, but I’m gonna do is invite you to our New Year’s party. Bobby and I decided to leave this year with a bang.” Before Y/N could reply, she added, “Buck’s gonna be there.” 

Her cheeks warmed up again. “Thank you for inviting me. I guess I can change my traditional plans for a party with you all.” 

Athena raised a brow. “What are your traditional plans?” 

“Watching TV, eating food and falling asleep before midnight,” Y/N chuckled. 

“My kind of evening,” Athena patted her shoulder. 

Together they walked back to the table where the friends and family members talked. “I used to party when I was younger,” said Y/N. “That changed with age. The moment I turned 21, it was like the magic disappeared. Since then, I’m not a party girl.” 

Athena handed her a phone. “Give me your number. I still want the recipe for that delicious punch cake. Plus, I want you to show me how to bake it.” 

Two hours later, half of the people left. Karen took Denny home with Christopher and his aunt. Michael took May and Harry to his place. Maddie, Athena and Y/N cleaned up the place. They put the remaining food into the containers. Y/N cleaned the dishes with Maddie and Athena cleared the table. 

“So,” Maddie grinned at Y/N. “Everyone saw you kissing my brother.” 

“Your brother kissed me,” she fought back with a smile. “It was the mistletoe.” 

Maddie rolled her eyes. “If it were just the mistletoe, you wouldn’t be making out like that. It was the push you needed.” 

“Maddie, let the girl be,” Athena chimed in. 

“Come on. Don’t say you don’t support this,” Maddie sighed. “It’s adorable.” 

“Oh, I’m rooting for Buckoo and Y/N. But everyone saw this intimate moment between them which can be a bit embarrassing. So, let them figure things out first.”

Y/N sighed. “You are talking as if I’m not here.” 

After the place was clean and all three women remained at the station alone, Y/N checked the time. “I promised Buck to wait for him, but I should get going. Will you drive me home, please?” she looked at Maddie. 

The brunette nodded. They said goodbye to Athena, who was already on her way out of the station. Both women grabbed their belongings just as the firetrucks returned to the station. 

Maddie smiled at Y/N. “We’ll meet in the car, okay? Take your time. I’m gonna grab Chim for a minute too.” 

Y/N stood on the lower floor, watching as they parked all the vehicles. Bobby was already out, coordinating the parking. He raised his hand to signal the drivers to stop. His head turned to the woman. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled. “You still here?” 

“We just finished cleaning the kitchen to take some work off your shoulders,” she said. “Leftovers are in the fridge, as well as the punch cake. It’s better when it is chilled. Cookies are on the counter.” 

Eddie and Buck left the engine together. Smiles were plastered over their faces until they noticed Y/N and Bobby talking. Well, Buck’s smile got even bigger. “You still here?” Eddie asked. 

“I was just about to leave.” 

“Thank you for coming here and celebrating Christmas with us,” said Bobby. He hugged her. The gesture was sweet. 

Eddie came in next, wrapping his arms around her. “Loverboy wants to talk,” he whispered. It made her laugh. “Merry Christmas.”

Once she was free, Buck approached her. His hand reached forward. Y/N grabbed it and let him take her to a secluded part of the firehouse. They didn’t need any more eyes on them. 

“I guess I came just in time,” he smiled. 

“Everyone already left and it’s getting late,” she replied, holding his hand. Buck never let go.

“Listen,” he pulled her closer to him. “I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow evening if you are available?” 

“I’d love that,” she nodded. The smile on her face was the brightest Buck had ever seen. God, could he get any more smitten with her? His heart wanted to escape out of his chest. “My shift ends at 6 PM. Where do we meet?” 

“Your place,” he said. “I’ll be the perfect gentleman. I’ll pick you up at eight. You’ll have enough time to get ready after work. I’ll take you to a nice restaurant where we’ll wine and dine. Then, we can take a walk and after I’ll safely bring you back home.” 

She bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself composed. “Sounds lovely. I can’t wait.” 

“Great. Great,” he nodded.

They stood there, eyes staring into one another. For a few seconds, they didn’t do anything. It was a bit awkward. Buck decided to take the step. His right hand pressed gently against her cheek. He stepped towards her and leaned to kiss her lips. It was simple and sweet. Her hands brushed against his chest. 

Buck pulled away first. “Damn, you should go. Otherwise, I won’t let you.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, grinning. “Okay, firefighter Buckley. I’ll see you tomorrow at eight. I can’t wait.” 

“Me too.” 

Reluctantly, their touch disconnected and Y/N walked away from the station. Again, the smile that decorated her face signified nothing but pure happiness. Her head was again on cloud nine, thinking about his lips. She almost bumped into Maddie’s car. 

Y/N hopped into the car, meeting Maddie’s curious eyes. “What?” she asked. 

Maddie made a face. “Well? How did it go?” 

“We…” Y/N took a deep breath. “We are going on a date tomorrow evening.” 

“Yes!” Maddie shouted excitedly. “I’m so glad things are finally moving between you two. Ah. And I am not feeling bad that I meddled between you,” she clapped her hands. 

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “Do I wanna know what you mean by that?” 

“I’ll tell you some other time,” Maddie giggled. 

She started the car and drove Y/N back to her apartment. Looking back at the day, it was indeed the most wonderful time of the year. 

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Behind your back

You and KK have been together now for some time. Its your freshman year at Uconn and her sophomore. You honestly love your relationship with her. She spoils you and treats you like a princess. Its mesmerizing watching her basketball and you love being at her games. Only problem is she’s teammates with your big sister.. Paige Beuckers. The only perk with this is that you got to join Paiges friend group.

warnings: smut

“Paige do not do it or I will call mom” you threaten as Paige has a pillow in her hand, ready to throw it at you.

“Leave her alone Paige” KK says rolling her eyes.

You, KK and a few other basketball players with all relaxing in Paiges dorm room. You and KK sitting on the couch together, legs intertwined but not enough to cause any suspicion.

“I left my laptop in my car, walk with me KK?” you ask wanting to get away from the noise and spend time with your girlfriend.

Without question KK got up, put her shoes on, grabbed your keys and held the door open for you. You both walked all the way outside without speaking or touching. The second you left the dorm hall KK puts her arm around you.

“Spend the night with me? I got the place to myself and I miss you baby” KK says while pulling you closer.

“Hmm depends” you say wanting to tease.

“Girl please don’t play with me, ill drag you if I have to” KK says snapping back.

You make it to the car and open up the driver side door and sit down facing outwards. KK comes infront of you and places her hands on the top of the car, looking down at you.

You get nervous because you and KK don’t get to have too many moments alone. You smile and start to look down at your hands.

“Hmm, c’mere” KK says while leaning down to kiss you.

The kiss was soft and passionate. Your hands snake around her waist pulling her in more. Her hair brushes your face as she moves her hands down to the middle console behind you. Her kisses travel down to neck. Subconsciously you start to arch into her. Letting a soft moan slip as you feel her marking your skin. KK starts to wrap her hands around your waist forcing you closer. You start to lean back as she slowly gets more and more on top of you. Her hands start to toy with the hem as your shirt as you hear a group of students laughing behind you and abruptly stop your makeout session.

Terrified it was the wrong people you make eye contact with KK whos just giggling on how paranoid you are.

“You gonna chill mama, get your laptop and lets go back upstairs” KK said while watching you reach into the backseat.

later that night.

You were walking to KKs dorm. You had your “stay the night bag” with you. You had on a black hoodie and black leggings with some crocs. Your hair was just in a bun.

You go to knock on the door and KK immediately opens it as if she was waiting for you. You giggle as she grabs your hand and leads you into her room.

She had on dark red led lights, a few blankets, some of your favorite snacks and a movie picked out for you two.

You smile at her effort as you crawl into bed and feel her large arms wrap around you. You cuddle for a little untill you feel KKs hand rubbing your inner thigh.

“Watcha doin?” you ask trying to be silly.

“I missed my girl” KK said while staring at your lips and licking hers.

“I missed you too” you say while leaning in for a kiss.

KK grabs your leg making you straddle her. Shes giving you deep and rough kisses like shes been thinking about this for weeks. You moan into her mouth as you feel your clit being rubbing over your panties.

You pull back from the kiss and bite your lip as you feel 2 long fingers slip inside your already aroused pussy. You look into KKs eyes only to find a desperate look, like shes dying to please you.

After a few more pumps, KK slips her fingers out. You whine at the loss of touch. KK scoots down the bed, gets between your legs and pulls off your pants and underwear in one swift motion.

Without warning she starts eating you. Your back arches off the bed and your hand finds a handful of her hair. Your hips uncontrollably buck into your girlfriend face as shes bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.

After a few more minutes KK realizes that your moans are getting louder and louder and legs weaker.

“Let it out mama, you got it” KK says while rubbing your thigh trying to comfort you.

You couldn’t last another second and you released all over KKs face. Smiling she wipes her mouth and comes up to kiss you.

KK grabbed a towel to clean you and then pulled you in close. Your head rested on her chest and her arms were pulling you in tightly. You fall asleep first and KK soon follows.

9:02 am- the next morning

“KK OPEN THE DOOR, WAKE UP OR SOMETHING YOUR LATE” Paige yells from outside KKs dorm room.

We both immediately jump up, realizing that we slept through every alarm. After a 5 minute search to find my phone and KK repeatedly telling Paige to hold on. Once I find it I have at least 20 new texts from my roommate, Paige, my best friend, and the group chat.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP OR IM COMING IN” Paige yelled.

“Chill bro”KK said trying to find her clothes and mine as well.

Not much long later, Im standing in the bathroom trying to figure out a way to cover my new hickeys. KKs sitting on the bed tying her basketball sneakers. My heart dropped when we heard the door open.

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An awkward first date - Sylus x Reader

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DRAGON (ik this is early, shoot me idc). This is the first result from my recent poll!

WC: 1.1kish

Warnings: Reader is a little bit of a dummy, other than that fluff! fluff! fluff!

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She tapped her spoon against the side of the bowl, gently, not hard enough to cause noise that would annoy the people sitting around them, but with enough force to help the uncomfortable energy that was starting to bubble find a new vice. How had she gotten here? Dressed to the nines in something that probably cost more than her rent, hair done up with nothing out of place – god, it had taken hours to make it look right and proper.

When Sylus Qin, the leader of the N109 zone and someone she had become acquainted with the month earlier, called her on the phone and asked her on a date, she hesitated. Sure, the man was handsome – he had looks that mirrored characters she created as a child, the ones she had drawn over and over again while coming up with a different backstory for every world she put them in. Still, he was the most wanted criminal in the hunters' association. That, and the fact he was disgustingly rich – he threw away money like it was toilet paper, buying things he didn’t need just because he could – a life she couldn’t even imagine, she cringed as she remembered how just that month she had to budget her pay check to make sure she could survive.

 She was going to say no, let him down lightly, and hopefully go back to whatever form of friendship they had before – just as she was typing, another message popped onto the screen, making her freeze.   

“Come on, Kitten, I’ll pay. Think of it as two friends going for Lunch if a date feels too formal.”

She sighed at that; he always seemed to know what she was thinking, and after taking a look around for Mephisto just to make sure she wasn’t being spied on, sent a short reply agreeing to his offer. If I didn’t have to be a date, then she wouldn’t think of it that way, just free food from her mafia-boss-like friend, who she had to keep secret, as just the idea of the hunter association finding out was terrifying.

That’s how she ended up here, sitting across from him as he sipped on overpriced grape juice. When she agreed, he had sent a package, a custom-made dress with a note that had the name of a restaurant she had only heard stories about – her coworkers had said once that to get a table at this place you either had to book months in advance or have a fuck tone of money, she didn’t win any awards for guessing what category Sylus fell under.

Unfortunately, it was uncomfortable – not because of Sylus, actually, she forgot how well they got along, now everything had calmed down. His very unique sense of humour was something she enjoyed, and the stories about the events in the N109 zone with the crow twins kept her captivated. No, it wasn’t Sylus, he wasn’t the problem (although he really should have been) – it was the atmosphere of where they sat. The high-class rich snobs that surrounded them and kept giving her a side eye whenever she spoke, like they could sense she wasn’t one of them, and in turn were judging. It was unpleasant, and as she shifted in her seat for the 5th time, he stood, taking her arm and walking them out of the building, leaving the cash for the drinks they had on the table.

“Sylus- eh?! Where are we going? we hadn’t even had our food yet!”  

He just smiled back at her, that dangerously charming smile, dropping her arm once they were far enough away. He didn’t say anything for a while, just reaching behind her and undoing the hairpin that was holding her locs together.

“That looks better, I prefer you not so pristine. What was I thinking taking you there..”

He tutted to himself, shaking his head and pulling his car keys from his back pocket. He swung them around a finger as they made their way to his car, opening the passenger’s door, and once she was seated, leaning in so they could talk in private.

“Where would you prefer to go?”

“Sylus is this oka-“

He shushed her, shaking his head in amusement. He knew why she was worrying, probably doing the math on how much money he had spent just to get the table, on top of the dress that was made just for today. He could see the stress on her face as she tried to come up with a figure that was probably lower than the true amount.

“Sweetie, really? Stop worrying yourself, the money was pennies for me. What’s most important is that you are comfortable, and you can’t fool me into believing you were in there. Now, tell me, what would you like to do? Don’t think about money, time, or location – just tell me what you desire.”

She looked at her lap, fiddling with her fingers as her mind raced – this wasn’t like his normal requests when he already knew the answer and was just playing a game to find out if she knew as well. This was different, raw, Sylus actually wanted to know what she wanted to do – there were no ties to it, no challenge.

“I’ve always wanted to... buy sandwiches from the café down the road from me... and watch the sunset on the outskirts of Linkon as I ate them”

Her voice was quiet, like she expected him to mock her for such a request or to scoff and tell her no, maybe suggest something more to his taste and wealth. It never came though, he just hummed in agreement and walked to his side of the car, starting the engine and driving off towards her house, asking for her to point out the café when she saw it, head still shaking in amusement.

“I wish you would leave the stereotypes about me alone, Kitten.”

A small chuckle as she looked out the window, it was already too late to see the sunset together.. but the idea of watching the stars with him was just as exciting.. and knowing the sweet stupid man she was starting to fall for, she would be watching that sunset before long.

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do you want to know a secret? -eddie munson

summary: In a party, Eddie had a important secret to share with you.

w: this story is a fluff; fem!readerXeddie, drunk!eddie (the poor boy is just needy), it is a very short story (maybe a bit shitty).. let me know if there’s something more :)

an: I had this draft for a while now and i just love it very much. i can help it, i’m a simp for teeth rotting fluff. (yes if you’re wondering, i made this short fic based on a song by the beatles.)

All of your friends were heading to a party, of which you didn’t know the owner. Steve was the one who encouraged everyone. “I know the weekend is short to recover from a party, but please, i just feel like we never had nights like that anymore. To just fool around…”. His speech went on and on but apparently it worked. So you got ready with Robin and later Steve would pick you up with Eddie. Steve spent the whole drive talking about the girl he was going to meet there.

“So that’s the reason why you kept bugging us to go? So you can meet up with some girl?” Robin asked as Steve parked the car “Jeez Stevie, I didn’t know you were that dry, cant even call a girl for a private date…” Robin kept mumbling and that earned her a bitchy look from Steve. They walked towards the house and continued teasing each other.

“What about you Eddie, what did Steve promised you to convince you to come?” You asked giggling “If he promised you a date with a girl, it’s all bullshit! I saw him doing it before, it’s his little scheme to make you follow him.”

He laughed at what you said and kept walking towards the house. "Actually, he didn't promise me anything. I just asked if I could bring my friends, you know? God knows how much they need to socialize with real people!" You laugh with him. Really, you didn't imagine that nerds would have a very hectic social life. "They're either in there scaring everyone or they're already on the fourth girl of the night!"

“I bet that Gareth is following that same girl he fell in love with at the mall the other day.” You say extending your hand before getting in. He looked at you and clasped your hands together, closing the deal, and pushed you in.

The thing was that you and eddie were friends for a quite some time now and it couldn’t be any different, or more cliche, but you fell for him. He didn’t help though. Always being the best friend he could be, helping you in every way possible, not to count how gentle he was, how smart, how handsome… It was inevitable. You actually tried to make a move a couple of times.

The first time you were at lover’s lake. You went there to hang out because it was too hot to stay inside the trailer. Eddie was smoking a joint and was doodling some things in his notebook. The golden light of the sunset was reflecting on his face and hair, making him shine even more. You were suddenly very close to each other and impulsively you approached and kissed him on the cheek. At first he had no reaction, he just looked at you. Of course you immediately regretted it and soon changed the subject and asked him to take you back to your house.

The second time it was a bit more intense. It was a campaign day and to celebrate the group's victory everyone started drinking the beers that Jeff had managed to get from his dad and the ones Eddie had bought. Eventually everyone left and you stayed to help your friend clean the place that was dirty with beer bottles scattered on the floor. You were already bubbly, laughing at everything and feeling light. Until you leaned on the table in the center of the room to talk. You are not very sure how the conversation took this turn, but you started talking about your romantic lives and Eddie was telling you about some past romances. You made fun of each other, talked about your current situation and again he had approached in a way in which you had no way to escape. It was like a charm. In a matter of seconds you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him fervently. He returned the kiss pressing you against the table. You kissed each other for a while until you returned to sobriety and all that courage completely disappeared from your body. "we are drinking, we shouldn't be doing this in this state of vulnerability" you told him trying to convince yourself that you should not proceed. You shouldn't take advantage of a drunk friend.

You decided not to talk about this kiss with anyone! You didn't even tell Robin about it. You didn't want the subject to just fade out. But that would mean having to confess to Eddie that you were completely in love with him.

Anyway, you entered the house, which was full of horny teenagers drinking without caring too much about the consequences. So you just mixed in, taking a bottle of beer from the kitchen.

Time went by and you managed to sit on the free sofa in the living room. The combination of an empty stomach and many beers was not a very good idea. You hadn't had many beers, trying to be the most aware of them thinking about having to drive back home, but Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Robin (Steve was probably getting laid in some room on the house because you never saw him again.) were playing their own style of beer pong with bottle caps. Eddie was completely thrown on top of you. His head was on your shoulder, his left arm on top of your lap and his leg was intertwined with yours. Well, Eddie never understood very well the matters of personal space, but that was too much even for him. They probably went out because they went from playing and laughing to be in complete silence.

“Are you ok there? Still alive?” You asked not looking at him, just resting your head on his. He let out a grown when you did that. “Sorry, heavy head.”

“No no, not that… you can stay.” Eddie said, the words coming out kinda dragged from his mouth. “Actually can i tell you something that’s on my head now?” When he spoke you could smell the strong sent of beer. “Do you want to know a secret?”

“What is it?” I asked, caressing his arm that was resting on my lap.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone? Cause is a very important secret!” He lifted his head to make sure you understood how important that was.

“I won’t tell anyone Eddie, i promise!” I said giggling a little but he believed in me.

“I believe in you. Alright come closer, let me whisper to you.” You sat a bit straighter and he approached you, close to your ear so he could whisper. “I am completely immensely desperately crazy head over heels in love with you sweetheart.”

His drunk but sincere words seemed to be echoing in your head. Now you were the one getting dizzy. It just stuck there and you got paralyzed, leaving him in silence too, now with his head back on your shoulder. Eddie? In love with me? how many beers he fucking had?

You looked around to see if someone was looking, but they didn’t seem to notice what was happening there. You were combusting, not knowing what to do. “Sorry I scared ya… I had to let it out, I-I mean it, though. It’s just stuck up there in my head and my chest and if i didn’t say anything i would probably barf…. sorry, thats so not romantic-“

“Eddie… that happened before, remember? Where the booze takes us to a place we shouldn’t. We definitely shouldn’t drink beer anymore” You cut him, in disbelief.

“How could i forget? I constantly think about that kiss.”

You made him look at you. His face was a bit tired, his eyes kind of heavy with booze and sleep.

“And that time in the van, you know… you kissed my cheek. I guess i figured I loved you there.” As those words left his mouth so did the memories, flooding your mind with flashbacks from that day.

“Eddie, love is a very strong and meaningful word!” You speak highly above a whisper. “It’s serious business.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” He adjusted himself in his seat to look better at you. “I might be drunk, but have you ever heard that phrase ‘drunk actions are sober thoughts’? I mean it. This is not a joke, it is true and i need you to believe in me!” His pleading eyes were looking at you now, almost crying.

“Eddie, I do, I believe in you! Please d-don’t cry.” You say cupping his cheek. “I just said that because i don’t want you to say all those things and regret later. Because i’ll believe in them and in you. Why do you think i made those ‘moves’ before? I’m also in love with you!”

His eyes teared up anyway and he smiled. “Uh, it’s so nice hearing that, isn’t it?” He said and that made you giggle with him. “Can we go home so I can sober up and say all that again over and over to you!”

“Yes, we can!” You take his hand that was pressing your waist and you give it a kiss, then pressing it against your warm skin. “That was a beautiful secret Eddie!”

“Not as beautiful as you” He kissed your other cheek, pressing them.

You blush at his comment. “Ok, before all this cute thing starts, i’m just going to warn Steve we’re going and-“You finish your sentence before when you see Steve coming up to you a bit annoyed.

“Next time, make me remember to really evaluate all my options, deal?!” He said in a hushed tone.

“What happened Steve? What about that-“ He cuts you again before you could understand.

“I really don’t want to talk about this, i’m going to drink something” The moment he turn away from you and Eddie he saw Gareth on the couch, but there was something unexpected, the girl he was kind of stalking on the mall almost straddling his lap and they’re sharing a heated kiss while Jeff and Robin run away from there. “OH COME ON MAN! EVEN THE NERDS!”

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My Honey - Benny Cross

summary: you're Benny's friend, someone you had known for the longest time, and now it was finally time to understand your feelings and act on them - 1k words

"—then I told Marty to get a hold of himself and to fuck off.", Benny spat. "The most annoying human on planet.", an arm was gingerly wrapped around your shoulder as you talked to Corky — Benny was having his own separate conversation with someone else. There wasn't a moment where you two weren't together, even when you were with people one or the other didn't know — you always hung out together, it was a given.

You blew out smoke from your lips and pointed the cigarette at your friend. Benny's friend walked away, mentioning something about a beer or a drink, he didn't know for sure, but now he could finally let himself stare at you. Your eyes lit up at a joke you were telling and your lips curled around the cigarette. You were a work of art and you didn't know it, fortunately Benny knew a thing or two about certain masterpieces.

"Well, alright.", you nodded at Corky and brought the remains of your cigarette to your lips. You watched him walk to his bike and then moved your gaze on Benny, finding his baby blues already on you. "Wanna go home?", he nodded at your question, not bothering to add any more words than he needed to. Home meant one place — it was your apartment, since Benny wasn't really staying at his. He insisted he liked your space better and you promptly agreed, since all Benny had was a couch, a bed and a TV.

Your arm curled around his waist and his stayed loosely around your shoulder. Small smiles and few words were exchanged until you reached your bikes, the familiarity slowly settling in after a long day. The relationship — or friendship — between the two of you pretty much always looked the same. Surely at the beginning it took you both a little while to come around each other, but once you did, little touches and secret smiles lingered like a cloud over you. 

Benny Cross was the best person you had ever met in your life. Despite people's beliefs that he was a big, blonde grump or that he threw punches for the fun of it, he was sweet and kind to you, always putting your needs before his. He didn't know what it was and you didn't know that foreign feeling either, assuming you just deeply cared about each other. How wrong you were.

Already on your bikes, you led the way home, swerving left and right on the road. A knowing smile played on your lips as you heard Benny's loud laughter behind you. There was nothing that gave you more adrenaline. The night was yours — it was ten p.m. and there were no cars driving around. You heard the bike's motor roar louder and Benny was swiftly overtaking you, a small wink was sent your way.

His blonde hair flew with the wind and you were left starstruck for a moment. You both rode past a red traffic light and then turned right. Benny turned around to look over his shoulder and shot you a smile.

"Watch me.", he said loudly, and you thought to yourself who wouldn't watch this man? Benny turned around and started swerving with his bike as well. A laugh fell from your lips as you shook your head.

"Good!", you called. "But not as good as me!", you bit your lip, awaiting his reaction.

"I could never be as good as you honey!", you heard Benny's words loud and clear and you were pretty sure your heart skipped a beat.  Honey. You shook your head once more and released a heavy breath.

Benny parked in your garage and you followed him suit, though you bumped the front of your bike against the wall in front of you. "Oof.", you muttered and pulled back up. You heard familiar laughter over your shoulder, making you turn around and playfully frown at him.

"It's just a lil' bump. I can take a look at it in the morning.", he said still grinning and hopped off the bike. You huffed playfully and nodded.

"Alright. If you insist.", Benny rolled his eyes and started walking out of the garage, he waited on you so he could pull the door down. You patted your back-pockets, searching for your keys as you simultaneously made your way to the front door.

"Aha!", you pulled your keys from your pocket and flipped the keys until you found the one for your front door. "Who would've thought that I'd need two business days to find a key—"

"I'm in love with you."

His quiet revelation made you stop in trance. Your eyes slowly rose to look at him and immediately took notice of the serious yet vulnerable expression taking over his face. You felt your heart beat just a little faster, the same way as you looked at him or when he grasped your waist.

"I know that... It's random and, and weird for us, but...", he lowered his gaze, grasping onto his words. "I love you.", his blue eyes looked up again. "I wouldn't do this with anyone else other than you."

The sentimental crack in his voice made you tear up. "Oh, Benny.", you threw your arms around his neck and let your keys hit the ground. Your eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming emotion, his arms circled around your body and his hands grasped at your flesh.

"Fuck, I love you.", you murmured in his neck and he abruptly pulled away, eyes boring in yours.

His hands found the warmth of your cheeks with ease. "You do?", his surprising tone made you nod, laughing a little.

"I do.", your fingers tugged at the curls tickling his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. "I really fucking do."

A/N: thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this teeny tiny chapter for today 💋 next on the bff series is our pilot buck ✈️🍃🤍

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