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fanfictionismyaddiction · 4 months ago

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This Wasn’t in the Contract

Word Count: 1,6k

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: When a gossip account claims Lando Norris has a secret girlfriend, he jokingly confirms it—except he names you, his childhood best friend, as his mysterious partner. Now, you’re stuck fake-dating the most unserious man on the grid.

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Chapter 1: A Joke Gone Too Far

You weren’t the type to start your day by checking celebrity gossip, but apparently, you should have been.

Because if you had, maybe you wouldn’t have woken up to 237 unread messages and a phone call from your mother screaming, “HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU’RE DATING LANDO?!”

“…What?” Your brain was still booting up, barely processing her words as you squinted at the sunlight streaming through your blinds.

“Don’t play dumb! It’s all over Twitter! ‘Lando Norris soft-launches secret girlfriend!’”

That got your attention. You bolted upright, nearly knocking your laptop off the bed. “Lando did what?”

“I don’t know, you tell me! Did you think I wouldn’t find out? The neighbors are texting me about it! The neighbors!”

You barely heard her as you scrolled through your phone, your heart pounding. Sure enough, there it was—a blurry paparazzi photo of Lando, looking suspiciously happy as he walked through Monaco. The caption?

Lando Norris spotted out with mystery girlfriend. Who is she?

Well, it’s not me, that’s for sure.

But the real problem wasn’t the article. No, the problem was the Twitter chaos that followed.

@F1TeaSpill: Lando Norris has a secret girlfriend… my life is over.

@WAGwatch: McLaren’s golden boy is TAKEN. The girl remains unknown, but sources say they’ve been dating for months.

And then, the worst part.

A verified tweet from Lando himself.

@LandoNorris: Fine, you caught me. It’s Y/n. We wanted to keep it private, but oh well.

You stared at the screen in horror.

“…I’m going to kill him.”

Your mom gasped. “I knew you were dating! My baby girl is in love!”

You hung up.

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Chapter 2: How to Accidentally Get a Girlfriend

It took exactly four angry phone calls and one very aggressive Uber ride to track Lando down at his apartment. The second he opened the door, you shoved your phone in his face.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Lando blinked at you, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still in his pajamas—a McLaren hoodie and boxers, because of course he was. “Good morning to you too, sunshine.”

You ignored him, scrolling aggressively through Twitter. “Did you—did you seriously just announce to the entire world that we’re dating?!”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, so, hear me out—”

“No.”

“—I thought it would be funny.”

You took a deep breath. Counted to five. “You thought it would be funny?”

“In my defense, it was funny.”

You smacked his arm. “Lando!”

“OW—okay, okay, look!” He took a step back, holding up his hands. “There was this dumb article saying I had a secret girlfriend, and people wouldn’t shut up about it. So I thought, why not have a little fun? I didn’t think people would actually believe me!”

You stared at him, unamused. “Lando. You have millions of followers. Of course they believed you!”

“…Oh.”

“Oh?”

He winced. “I mean… in hindsight, yeah, that makes sense.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “This is so bad. My mom thinks it’s real. People are probably stalking my Instagram as we speak!”

Lando hesitated. “So… what if we just roll with it?”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He grinned, that signature cheeky smile that meant he was about to say something very stupid. “Think about it! We fake date for a while, mess with the media, then ‘break up’ later. It’s the perfect plan.”

You scoffed. “Perfect for who?”

“Both of us!” He threw an arm around your shoulders, ignoring the way you stiffened. “You get clout, I get people off my back about my dating life, and—bonus!—we get to mess with the internet. Win-win-win.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. “That’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“…But?”

“…But it would be kinda funny.”

He gasped. “So you’ll do it?”

You sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but fine. One month. That’s it.”

Lando beamed. “Deal. Now, let’s get to work.

You frowned. “Work?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Time for our first ‘couple’ Instagram post.”

You were already regretting this.

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Chapter 3: The ‘Soft Launch’ Debacle

If someone had told you that by noon, you’d be sitting on Lando’s couch with him hovering over you, analyzing potential Instagram captions for your fake couple post, you would have laughed in their face.

Yet, here you were.

“This one’s good,” Lando said, showing you his phone.

You squinted at it. ‘My ride or die. ❤️’

“No,” you said flatly.

He pouted. “Why not? It’s cute!”

“It’s cringe.”

Lando rolled his eyes, flopping onto the couch beside you. “Fine. What about—‘Finally caught myself a podium-worthy girl’?”

You stared at him. “Lando.”

“Yes, love?”

“Shut up.”

He burst into laughter, nearly falling off the couch. “Come on, Y/n, help me out here! We need to be convincing.”

You sighed. “Can’t we just post a normal picture?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p.’ “We need romance. We need passion.”

“We need therapy,” you muttered.

But you gave in. Because somehow, against all logic, you’d agreed to this stupid fake-dating scheme. You allowed Lando to take a selfie of the two of you, his arm slung around your shoulders, his grin wide and cheeky while you tried not to look like you wanted to strangle him.

Fifteen minutes later, it was live.

@LandoNorris: She said yes. ❤️

“…Lando,” you said slowly.

“Hmm?”

“This makes it sound like we’re engaged.”

“Oops.”

“Oops?!”

But it was too late. Twitter had already exploded.

@F1GossipGirl: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE SAID YES??

@McLarenFan4Life: Engaged. ENGAGED. I need a moment.

@Y/nDefender: okay but if y/n makes him less of a menace on the track i support it

You groaned. “You suck.”

Lando, completely unbothered, smirked. “Oh, fiancée, you wound me.”

You were going to kill him.

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Chapter 4: McLaren is Concerned

The next day, you made a mistake.

You agreed to physically show up at McLaren’s HQ with Lando.

You should have known it was a bad idea when, the second you stepped inside, his PR manager spotted you and immediately looked stressed.

“Lando.” The poor man looked like he hadn’t slept since 2018. “Care to explain?”

Lando, ever the picture of innocence, grinned. “Explain what?”

The PR manager sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The engagement. The internet meltdown. The sponsorship offers from wedding brands.”

You choked. “Wait—what?”

Lando just laughed. “People love love, mate.”

The PR manager turned to you, exasperated. “Are you really engaged?”

You opened your mouth to deny it—

“She doesn’t like labels,” Lando cut in smoothly, throwing an arm around your waist.

You resisted the urge to shove him into a wall.

“…Right.” The PR manager didn’t look convinced. “Well, just… keep it under control, okay? We don’t need another Daniel Ricciardo social media incident.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but judging by the way Lando immediately sobered up, it was serious.

“Got it,” Lando said, suddenly obedient.

You made a mental note to ask Daniel about that later.

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Chapter 5: Paparazzi and Near-Death Experiences

Two weeks into the fake-dating scheme, things escalated.

First, the paparazzi started following you everywhere. Which was fine—except for the fact that Lando used this as an opportunity to be an absolute menace.

“Y/n, darling,” he said loudly one day outside a café, dramatically pulling you into a dip like you were in a bad rom-com.

You struggled in his grip. “Put me down before I punch you.”

“Ah, my sweet, violent love,” he sighed.

The cameras loved it.

Then, there was the incident with the McLaren team barbecue.

The entire grid had been invited, which meant you were subjected to hours of hearing Max and Charles tease Lando about his ‘wife.’

“She must be an angel to put up with you,” Max had joked, sipping his drink.

“I’m a delight,” Lando shot back.

You, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to blush when Charles leaned over and whispered, “I think he actually likes you.”

Which was ridiculous. Obviously. Right?

Right.

(Then Lando draped his jacket over you later that night when it got cold, and you started questioning everything.)

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Chapter 6: The Fake Breakup Plan

By the third week, you and Lando had a problem.

Your parents—who had never once taken anything you did on the internet seriously—fully believed you were dating.

Which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except now your entire family wanted to meet Lando.

“My mom keeps asking if we’re doing a destination wedding,” you hissed one evening, pacing around Lando’s apartment.

He snorted. “Tell her I’m thinking Monaco.”

“Lando, focus!”

He grinned. “Relax. We’ll just fake a breakup.”

You paused. “…How?”

“Easy.” He leaned back, stretching. “I’ll cheat on you.”

You nearly choked on air. “Excuse me?!”

“Not really,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We’ll stage something. Maybe I get ‘caught’ with a model or something.”

You frowned. “…We could just say we broke up because we realized we’re better as friends.”

He stared at you. “Where’s the drama in that?”

“You love drama.”

“I live for it,” he agreed.

You groaned. “Fine. But no cheating scandal. We’ll figure something else out.”

Lando pouted. “Boring.”

You ignored him, but deep down, a tiny part of you was unreasonably annoyed at the thought of him fake-dating someone else.

Which was dumb. Because this wasn’t real.

Right?

Right.

…Shit.

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Chapter 7: When Fake Starts Feeling Real

Somewhere along the line, you stopped noticing when Lando reached for your hand in public.

You stopped flinching when he casually draped an arm around your shoulders.

And you definitely didn’t mind when he pulled you into his side during movie nights, letting you steal his hoodie like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was fake. You knew that.

But then, one night, he looked at you—really looked at you—and said softly, “You know, I think I’d actually marry you.”

And for the first time, you didn’t have a comeback.

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lostbookmark · 2 months ago

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Gore (Horror Movie)

You lean back on your elbows, tilting your face up to the sky. The final heat wave of the year had finally passed, and the evenings were starting to become much cooler with a welcoming breeze. With your eyes closed, you take in the sun rays before the gray clouds take over the clear sky, making the little warmth they offer sparse.

“OOOHHHHHH, nothing but net once again,” Nicky yells as you hear the basketball go through the hoop. “I'm on fire tonight.”

Smiling to yourself, you push your sunglasses up your head and look at him and Yoongi running around the park's concret court chasing after one another, trying to take the round orange ball from the other person. Yoongi had approached you carefully throughout the week, texting you during the day to make plans with you after practice. If you said you were busy, he dropped it. If you gave him the go-ahead, he showed up for dinner and a simple walk to the park that was just down the road from your house. This is the second time this week you have sat here watching them play on a set of metal bleachers. They weren't practicing, going over plays. They were just….having fun. No pressure, no expectation, just having fun. Just two people running around playing one on one because they enjoyed it.

“Come on, sunshine,” Nicky calls out, waving you over. “Come out and play with us.”

“I'll pass, thanks,” you call back, waving your hand, dismissing them.

“You're boring,” he complains and sits down on the court, pulling out his phone.

Yoongi walks over to you, casually dribbling the ball between his two hands. Sitting down next to you, he throws the ball in the air, making you catch it as it comes down in front of your face.

“Why does he call you sunshine?” He asks, leaning back, mimicking your previous position. “I don't think I have ever heard him use your name.”

“You know that song?” You ask, squinting your eyes under the glare of the sun as you look over at him. “You are my sunshine….,” you start to sing as he nods. “Yeah, that’s it. I sang it to him all the time when he was little. My dad and my brother even call me sunshine most of the time. The name just kind of stuck after all these years.”

“He was telling me about his dad,” he informs you.

“Really?” You ask, surprised that he was opening up to him. “What did he say? He doesn't ever really talk about him.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi confirms, nodding his head. “He didn't say much. Just that his dad was a really good basketball player, too. He led his high school team to the state championship.”

“He did, and they won,” you tell him. “He played in college for a little bit before he had to quit. I mean… he didn't have to quit, but he chose to quit.”

“Why did he quit?” Yoongi asks, and you sigh, looking at the boy on the court.

“He got his girlfriend pregnant,” you answer.

“Ah,” he said in understanding.

“He focused on getting a job to start saving money while trying to finish school. My parents really stepped up to support both him and Nicky's mom. It was a pretty chaotic time,” you explain.

“Yeah, I bet,” he agrees.

“Did you really think I was his mom?” You ask, laughing a little bit. “I don't think that I really give off mom vibes. Besides, it shows you clearly never read my paperwork. With all the damn information I had to put down, you would have seen I was twelve when he was born.”

“I didn't know, and Jungkook deals with all the paperwork. All I knew was that there was a hot woman in a tight skirt I had never seen before giving me a bunch of shit,” he said, smiling.

“Hot?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in question.

“I still think about you in those skirts, doll,” he whispers, leaning close to your face.

“You're disgusting,” you whisper back.

“You didn't think that I was disgusting when I had you pinned to your bed,” he smirks.

“I don't remember,” you feign confusion.

“Well, I'll be happy to jog your memory whenever you want me to,” Yoongi leans closer and presses his lips to yours.

“Gross are two always going to be kissing?” Nicky asks, making the two of you break apart.

“Wait until you get a girlfriend,” you tell him, shoving the orange ball at him.

“No way,” he says. “I’m not going to let some girl get between me and basketball. I have a plan, and a girl is not a part of them.”

“Sure,” you say. “I'll make sure to hold you to that when the time comes and some little girl is fawning all over you.”

Nicky pulls a face and walks off down the sidewalk. You and Yoongi get up, following him back down the street to your house. Yoongi fingers brush up against yours as you slowly stroll side by side. It wasn't long until his long, bony digits entwined with your own. It wasn't a firm hold making sure that you stayed put where he wanted you. It was lax, allowing you to pull free if you wanted. The innocent act had your heart pounding, and you hoped that you played it off like it was nothing, but it was. It was him slowly testing the waters. Letting you tiptoe in the shallow end instead of throwing you in the deep end and seeing if you can swim and you appreciate it more than he'll ever know.

“What are you doing?” You ask Nicky as he stood at the kitchen counter scrubbing his already clean white basketball shoes with a toothbrush.

“They looked dirty,” he said, focused on his task.

“They're brand new,” you tell him, leaning against the entryway to the kitchen. “They are perfectly clean.”

“Nope, they had fingerprints on them, and I need them to be perfect for tomorrow,” he informs you. “If I can see them, then so can other people.”

“It's okay to be nervous,” you gently say. “It's your first game with a whole new team. It's perfectly normal to feel nervous.”

“I'm not nervous,” he denies, scrubbing a bit harder. You walk over to him and take the footwear away from him, placing it on the counter. “Hey!”

“Go sit on the couch. I think I have something for you,” you say, walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

Opening your closet, you step up on a small wooden step stool to reach the box that was shoved to the very back on the upper shelf. Once you grab it, you smile and grab two items inside and place the box back where you retrieved it. Stepping down, you head back into the living room to your waiting nephew. Sitting in front of him on the coffee table, you hand him the two items in your hand.

“What are these?” He asks, taking them from you.

“These belonged to your dad. It's his captain badge from high school and his lucky headband,” you explain, taking the head band back and placing it over his head to rest on his forehead. You untuck his hair so it falls around the thick black material. “I found them in a box that was in the attic of your old house when we were packing. He wouldn't let grandma wash it in case it caused his team to lose. She didn't listen and washed it anyway, and they still won.”

“How do I look,” he asks quietly, adjusting the headband around his head.

“Like the spitting image of your father,” you answer, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat and take the patch back from him. “You're going to kill it out on the court tomorrow. I'll sew this in your undershirt where it's hidden. It will give you some extra good luck even though you won't need it .”

“I'm going to win it for him,” he says with determination in his voice. “I'm going to make him and mom proud.’

“I know you will,” you wrap your arms around him tightly.

You're not religious or spiritual in any sense. You lost any faith that you did have years ago. However, there was a part of you that hoped your brother would be with him tomorrow. Hopefully, the small items you have given him will help him feel close to his dads spirit when he can't physically have him. You hoped it eased his worries, even if it was for just a little bit.

“Can I ask you a question?” You ask, pulling back from him, and he nods. “Are you okay with me and Coach Min?”

“I mean, it's a little weird, but I'm okay with it,” he assures you. “I barely remember the last time you had a boyfriend. I kind of remember a guy with a beard, and I think I remember mom and dad fighting about dad hitting him.”

“You what?” You asked, shocked.

“Yeah, I remember dad having a cast on his hand and mom yelling at him about dad hitting him,” he says. “Does coach make you happy?”

“I think so,” you say quietly, trying to come to terms with what he just told you. You thought you had protected him from your trauma, but he was always way smarter than you gave him credit for. “I hope he will anyway. I want you to promise me something. Promise me that if at any time, you are uncomfortable with us…. being together. You tell me. I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me if you get uncomfortable with us. You will always be my number one, and I don't want you to forget that.”

“I promise,” he agrees, holding his pinky finger out.

You smile and wrap your pinky around his as you both kiss your respective fist. Nicky adjusts the headband once more as he leaves you sitting there on the coffee table with your brother's patch in your hand. You close your hand tightly around the material and take a shuddering breath. Sniffling, you shake your head, trying to clear all the emotions you are feeling right now.

You're fine.

Everything is fine.

Nothing is fine.

Nothing was ever fine, and everyone knew it.

Hopefully….it will be.

You organize the shiny, colorful bags of chips off to the side of the window for easy access. Elly works behind you, mixing large containers of nacho cheese together. Bringing it to a nice smooth consistency over the heat on an induction plate in a large silver pot. She was your saving grace today after she volunteered her time to help you run the concession stand. You're pretty sure she was using it as an excuse so she wouldn't have to spend the whole time with your mom defending her choices for her and Chris's upcoming wedding. You don't question her motives for volunteering. You were happy that you didn't have to go at this alone.

“So,” Yoongi says, leaning over the counter separating the kitchen and the cafeteria to look at you. “Do I get a good luck kiss?”

“Why?” You ask, breaking down the large chip box, not sparing him a look. “You're not playing.”

Elly's giggle in the background makes you break character and smile. Sucking your cheeks in, you try to school your features. Yoongi audibly sighs dramatically, playing along with your foolishness. You finally look over at him, and he smirks at you.

“How about if we win?” He asks, licking his bottom lip as his eyes dart to your mouth. “Do I get… something then?”

“Possibly,” you answer with a shrug, looking at him with an arched eyebrow. “I guess you better win to find out.”

“You two are gross,” Elly giggles behind you, making Yoongi smirk widen and shrug his shoulders.

Winking at you, he turns, walking away to the gymnasium as his players start showing up. Throwing the box in your hands off to the side, you turn to look at Elly. She looks back at you with a million questions ready to be asked. Shaking your head at her, she just laughs. You grab your next box and repeat your earlier process, smiling to yourself. Yes, you think. You just might give him something.

You had over estimated how busy working the concession stand would be. Snot nosed kids demanded everything and anything that they could get their grubby little hands on while their parents were trying to order over their yelling. You almost couldn't keep up. The food was going pretty fast, and unfortunately, Yoongi was right. The tips sucked. You figure you must only be charming to old biker men who had one too many drinks and not the moms who drive minivans. You bet if you had worn a low-cut top, some of the dads would have tipped a bit more.

“Maybe I should have tied my shirt up,” you say to Elly, who was starting to clean up. “Show a little skin, you know?”

“Yes, I'm sure your boyfriend would love that,” she says, laughing, making you scoff at the word boyfriend, but you know it's true. “Could you imagine your mom seeing you like that here. Y/N, cover up right now.” She says imitating your mom.

“Y/N, you’re embarrassing the family,” you say, joining in on the mocking of your mother.

“I can't believe her sometimes,” she grumbles, scrubbing away at the nacho cheese pot maybe a little too aggressively. “She always has to have an opinion.”

“And yet, you are still going to marry into this family,” you tease her as you wipe some crumbs away off the counter. “I don't know who is crazier. Us or you.”

“If I didn't love you and your brother, I would have ran a long time ago,” she admits.

“Can I have a water, please?” A manly voice asks, interrupting your conversation.

“Two dollars,” you answer, placing a water bottle on the metal counter. You look at the handsome man in front of you wearing a shirt with the team's logo on it. “Anything else for you?”

“Are you Min's girlfriend?” He asks, looking at you quizzically as he ignores your question.

“No,” you answer quickly, getting back to the topic of payment. “Two dollars, please.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, pulling his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. He fingers through the bills before finally pulling out the two dollar bills. “I saw you earlier here with him. You two looked awfully chummy.”

“I'm sure,” you ask, holding your hand out, making him laugh quietly.

“I don't believe you,” he tells you, handing you the money. “Trust me when I say this….stay away from him. He likes to sleep with the moms, and he doesn't care if they are married.”

Your heart stops.

A sharp pain.

Betrayal.

Moms?

Your stomach drops as your joking words from before come back to haunt you.

“I don't know you,” you say defensively as you try not to believe the words that just came out of his mouth. “Why should I believe you?”

“Well, when I walked in on him and my wife in my bed….I think I know what I'm talking about,” he tells you, giving you a tight smile. “I just thought that you should know who you're getting involved in. He's not some great basketball coach who cares about the kids. He prays on moms during weak moments. You're not his first victim, and you probably won't be his last.”

He drops a twenty dollar bill in your tip jar before he turns to walk away. You watch him, blood rushing to your ears, heart beating out of your chest. Taking a deep breath, you call out to him.

“Who's your wife?” You ask, not wanting to know the answer, but you were always a glutton for punishment.

“Ara,” he says, simply before finally walking away and disappearing through the gym doors.

Ara.

The bitch.

The one who thinks she calls the shots.

The one who yelled at Yoongi because of you.

Yoongi and Ara.

Ara and Yoongi.

You feel like an idiot. You feel like he's playing you for a fool. He knew you had to sit there in the bleachers with her almost every night and didn't say one word about his past with her. He probably wasn't ever going to mention it to you. He think's he's so fucking slick.

“Are you okay?” Elly asks, coming up to stand next to you. “What's going on?”

“Nothing. I'm fine,” you answer, lowering your eyes to the twenty dollar bill.

You were a liar. You were not fine, but there was no way in hell that you were going to show it. You were never good at much, but you have perfected lying about your emotions. You have perfected being cold and stonewalling. It's kept you safe. That is…until now. You got soft, and that just wouldn't do.

“You better not be late,” your mother tells you as you stand by the kitchen, money bag in hand.

“I just have to hand over the money and have one of the coaches verify the amount. I can't help it if they take forever,” you snap at her. “What do you want me to do?”

“You already missed his first game. You can't miss his first celebratory dinner,” she chides. “You need to celebrate his win.”

“Coach made her work the concession stand,” Nicky says, defending you. “She's being a team player. Mom used to do it all the time.”

“She will meet us at the restaurant,” your dad says, stepping between the two of you. “Look, here comes one of the coaches.”

“Finally,” you say, eyes searching the crowd, hoping that you see Coach Jeon walking your way, but of course, you weren't that lucky.

“Congratulations on the win,” your dad said in greeting when Yoongi made it to your little group and shook his hand.

“Thank you, sir,” Yoongi says politely before looking at you almost expectantly. It was as if he wanted you to introduce your family to him.

You'll pass on that.

You give nothing away as you look back at him and then down to the money bag in your hands. You could feel the burning gaze of your mother on you. As you look at her, you see her eyes flint between you and Nicky's coach. There was something almost accusatory in the look behind her eyes. You knew she could probably read you like an open book. It was one of her most useful evil powers. She could always smell it on you….the guilt….the lies. You could never hide from her when she was actually paying attention.

“You better not be too late,” she tells you. “We will order without you, and I will not order for you.”

“I told you I will be there. He just needs to count the money,” you say through gritted teeth.

Your mother doesn't respond before she turns and walks away. Your dad visibly sighs, patting you on the shoulder before following his wife with Nicky in tow. Looking at Yoongi, you practically throw the money bag at him.

“Your mom kind of scares me,” he said, chuckling, but you don't. You look at him with very little emotion, making him tic his head to the side, studying you. “What's going on?”

“Can you just count the money so I can go,” you tell him. “Obviously you can see I'm in a hurry.”

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching out to grab you but you back away, shaking your head at him. “Clearly you're pissed at me. What could I have possibly done? I haven't seen you in an hour.”

“I met someone interesting today,” you tell him, crossing your arms and closing yourself off. Yoongi looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish. “Ara's husband.” His expression goes blank, and it tells you everything that you need to know. “So, it's true?”

“How come I get the feeling that no matter what I say, it's going to be the wrong thing,” he tells you, not denying anything.

“Ew,” you say, shaking your head, grimacing. “Ew, ew, ew. I think I need a scalding hot shower, possibly a shot of something and penicillin. Oh my god, ew.”

“Hey,” he said, looking offended. You look over his shoulder to see the couple in question, walking out of the gym and through the cafeteria to leave the building. They were holding hands, looking like the picture-perfect couple, but you know it couldn't be further from the truth. “Listen….”

“Count the money,” you tell him, interrupting whatever it was that he was going to say. You didn't want to hear it. You didn't care. “Forge my signature. I don't care. Have a good weekend…coach.”

You don't spare him one glance as you walk away. As you make your way to your car, you can feel those chains that he was breaking through, locking tightly once more. Locking so tight that you swear you can feel your chest hurt. It hurt so badly. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Shaking your head, you were so mad at yourself that you let yourself like someone like that once again. It was time to bury your heart again. It was time to bury it even deeper, and this time….you weren't digging it out.

A/N: Do I need to run and hide?

《Chapter 8》

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arget-star · 3 months ago

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You tell him about the latest trend clogging your social media feed with bright eyes and a soft, tender voice. He doesn’t get the appeal of it all—why do you need twenty different platforms to share the same pictures and videos with the same people who are already contacts in your phone?

There are some funny things on there, Sakura admits, and hearing your laughter as you scroll makes the stupid apps worth it.

You’re not laughing this time. He’s about to gently but firmly take the phone from your grip when you call him over. “I can’t explain it well enough; just watch.” The faint sniffle accompanying your words does little to ease his desire, but he stops putting away the colorful wooden blocks strewn across your living room floor to join you on the couch all the same, face hovering over your shoulder.

A video starts. He squints at the text on top of the screen. Laying my head on my baby’s lap to see how she reacts.

Someone’s toddler is sitting on the floor, kicking her little socked feet, a stuffed animal in her chubby hands. Her mom comes into frame, carefully resting her head atop the toddler’s legs. There’s a pause as the toddler stares. Takes in this new stimulus. With jerky movements, the toddler sets her stuffed animal (a cat, Sakura realizes), down and slowly pats her hands atop her mom’s face. The mom is giggling, turning her face to her child when the toddler leans down, pressing an open mouthed to kiss to mom’s nose.

The video starts over. Sakura leans back, watching you as your thumb taps a small heart near the phone screen’s corner. “So precious,” you say, almost to yourself.

He nods, quiet, thoughts drifting to the little boy currently asleep in his crib, just down the hall. How lucky, to love and be loved in return. “He’d do the same thing to you.”

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Late morning sunlight stripes the carpet. The wooden blocks Sakura had so diligently cleaned up last night are once more littered about. Kazuki burbles happily as he reaches for one, tiny fingers just strong enough to pick up the bright green toy and bring it to his mouth.

Sakura pauses in building another tower for his son—knocking them over can only entertain an eight-month old for so long. The little boy lowers the block, then starts shaking it, like he expects something within it to rattle. His onesie-clad legs wiggle and he smiles at nothing in particular.

Moments like these threaten to make Sakura’s heart burst in his chest. “Havin’ fun?” he asks, because if he doesn’t stop staring quietly that stupid burning sensation will crawl up the back of his throat and when you come home from the grocery store his voice will sound hoarse when he greets you and you’ll give him that knowing little look before kissing his cheek and Kazuki will reach for you and—

—he loves his family so much it scares him.

At the sound of his papa’s voice, Kazuki twists his head, chubby cheeks still lifted in a toothless grin so warm and bright it could melt a glacier. He makes a high pitched sound, shaking his block faster. Sakura takes that as a yes. “Yeah, me too.”

Spending a lazy morning with his son is not how he pictured his future. He never gave his life after high school much thought in the first place; just assumed he’d figure it out on his own, like everything else.

Kazuki turns back to his block. Sunlight streaks across his face, briefly illuminating his golden eye. Sakura thinks about that video you’d sniffled over. Truthfully, he hasn’t stopped replaying it in his head. Wonders what his little boy would do.

“Almost naptime, yeah? ‘M gettin’ tired, too,” Sakura says. One sided as the conversations are, Kazuki is a wonderful listener, offering vocalizations of his own and those wide, happy grins that threaten to buckle Sakura’s knees.

Sliding down until he’s mostly level with his son, Sakura hesitates. Is he being silly? Needing to prove to himself that he’s a good dad? That he can have worth in something other than the strength of his fists and the way you say his name? Kazuki just wiggles again, nearly striking Sakura’s temple with the block.

“Careful,” he chides, then lowers his head onto Kazuki’s thighs, facing the wall instead of a onesie covered belly. The baby stills. A heartbeat passes, then he drops his ever-present block and pats his little hands against Sakura’s face and hair. He blows a raspberry, something you and Sakura have determined means Kazuki’s excited, and leans down until most of his bodyweight rest on his papa’s head.

That burning sensation claws up his throat. Lolling his head to the side, blue and gold eyes find their mirror. Emotions swell, love and relief and gratitude all mixing together in his chest until it’s almost too much to bear.

Kazuki gives another little high pitched sound, then yawns, a thin line of drool dribbling down his chin. Sakura huffs out a laugh. “Let’s get you ready for nap, little man.”

#char writes #sakura haruka x reader #listen that dad hc post hasn't left my head #then i saw this trend floating around instagram and well #time to drabble about it!#.sakura haruka #dad!sakura #sakura haruka #wind breaker x reader

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sleep-0-deprived · 2 years ago

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Step dad Toji . F x bottom male reader

Female aligned Dni 18+ only content below, all ageless blogs will be blocked and I hope you all enjoy ;}

Warning daddy kink, breeding kink, overstimulation if you squint, sub/dom dynamic,age gap the reader is over 18 but you can choose the exact age

Today was a perfectly normal day beside the fact that I am being forced to have dinner with my moms new husband, “honey come down stairs” I heard my mom yell “be right their” I responded while hurriedly putting some body spray and deodorant on “honey I want you to meet your new step dad Toji” mom said pointing to a tall muscular man in a tight black shirt “nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things about you” toji spoke with a grin looking the other male up and down “I bet” I said feeling disinterest in the whole situation. I follow mom and my new step dad into the kitchen, sitting down at the table while mom walks off into the kitchen to start dinner “so what do you like to do in your free time?” Toji ask me “nothing much mainly f/h” I said while being blunt “oh that seems fun” Toji said grinning at me “it is” just as I said that my mom walked through the dinning room doors “dinner is ready” she said smiling I just want to get this over with and get back to my room but I can’t deny that Toji looks good I thought as I ate my food while listening to my mom make small talk with me. Finally dinner was over and I go to my room and lay on my bed while scrolling through my phone for a little while or so I thought I look over at the clock seeing the time “it’s already 11:00” I say shocked at how long it’s been, well I guess it’s going to be a late night shower tonight I think while walking into my bathroom “god it’s cold in here” I whisper while turning the shower on and letting it get hot. I slowly take my clothes off and look at myself in the foggy mirror before I get into the hot shower “this feels nice” I grumble as I let the water run down my back “I bet” I heard Toji say “what are you doing in here?” I feel my heart start beating faster and faster “just enjoying the show baby” the man said while licking his scar “what aren’t you supposed to be with mom right now” I gasp out while seeing him start taking his clothes off “well she fell asleep and I thought I could use a shower” he spoke while getting in the shower with me “and just what are you planning?” I say trying to pretend I don’t like this “I’m getting a shower” the larger man spoke teasing me. Toji took his large hands and ran them over my body only stopping at my thighs “god your so fucking pretty, you have no idea how much I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you at dinner, especially when you were being bratty” the older man groaned while lifting me up with ease and pushing me against the shower walls “ahh~” I groaned as I felt the pleasure of Toji sucking my nipples until they become red and puffy

“just like that~” I moaned wanting more “your so desperate already and for your step dad, what a sick little boy you are” Toji spoke while I tried to grind myself onto him but to no avail Toji gripped my hips tightly and held them in place while not letting me move “god your so fucking desperate like a damn whore” he degraded me while rapping one hand around my head and passionately kissing me, only leaving bite marks and bruises on my body while he takes the hand from around my waist and starts stroking my dick “hahh~” I yelp out in pleasure “your so naughty, letting your step dad give you a handjob in the shower? Oh what would your mom think of you if she knew you wanted your step dad” Toji whispered in my ear while nibbling on my neck “I know it’s wrong but it all feels so damn good” I think, feeling my thoughts cloud over with Haley bliss “I’m so close toji~” I moan out while bucking my hip into his hands “since I’m your step dad you better start calling me daddy” The much older man said with a demanding voice while speeding up his pace and stroking my dick faster than before with more pressure behind it “I’m gonna cum~” I scream out while thick white strings of my semen shoot on toji’s chest and stomach but quickly getting washed off by the now cold water “how about we continue this in your room since the water is cold now?” Toji grunted out “yes please” I spoke with a broken voice. Without hesitating Toji swiftly turned the shower off and carried me to my bed

Toji soon laid me down onto my bed and snapped me out of my trance “face down ass up baby” Toji shot me his signature grin while licking his scar, I waist no time in rolling on my stomach and I soon feel on finger coated in saliva prod into my hole “god your so tight, are yo a virgin?”he asks me “yes” I whispered, my face feeling flush with embarrassment “oh well I guess I’m lucky aren’t I?” And before I could say anything he swiftly shoved two mor fingers in “hahh~” I scream at the three large fingers fucking into my virgin hole. soon I become used to the feeling and it soon turning into pleasure “right there~” I groan feeling Toji hit my prostate “looks like I found it” toji grunted while pulling his fingers out and earning a needy whine from me “don’t worry I’ll be filling that pretty little hole of yours very soon with something better” before I could speak Toji bottomed out “ngh~” I scream in pain “don’t worry it will all turn into pleasure soon baby” Toji grunted out while starting to move his hips and slowly thrusting into me “yes please right there~” I groaned out as Toji nailed into my prostate “damn your such a fucking slut I’ve just started and your already cock drunk” Toji said in a stern voice while snapping his hips har against mine “yes please I’m your slut daddy~” I moaned in my pillows and gripping my sheets while he railed me from behind “your taking daddy’s cock so well, I just my have to turn you into my personal cock sleeve~” Toji groaned out “yes please turn me in to your cock sleeve daddy~” I moan out as Toji pounds into me, nailing my prostate head on with every thrust “ahh~” I scream out as Toji starts stroking my dick in rhythm to his thrusts almost like he is milking me dry “hahh I’m soo close daddy~” I scream “I’m close too baby boy just hold out a little longer~” Toji groans out with his thrusts becoming faster and harder, fucking me so hard all I see is stars “I’m gonna cu~” before the moans left my lips I came all over my sheets and my cum pumps onto them with a few more thrusts Toji cums inside me, letting his hot seed fill me up. Soon I collapse on my bed “what are you doing I’m no where near done yet it’s only 12:50 I’m no where near done breeding that hole of yours yet pretty boy” Toji groans as he flips me on my back and shoved his dick back into my burning hole and starts thrusting again “oh god faasterr~” I moaned out as my dick started to get hard again “such a fucking slut aren’t you baby?” Toji asks as he rams into me over and over again hitting my prostate head on every time “yes yes I’m your slut daddy please fill me with your cum~” I beg the older man as he continues to relentlessly pound my burning hole “I’m close please~” I moaned out while feeling my third orgasm approach “I’m almost there too just hold on baby~” Toji grunted out as he picked the pace up and started fucking me at an inhuman pace, gripping my hips hard enough for bruises and rearranging my guts “I’m cumming~” I shout as my cum shot on toji’s muscular chest “I’m going to breed your hole so full of my cum that you’ll be filled for a week~” Toji groaned with a final thrust, letting his cum fill me up for the second time tonight.

#x male reader #sub male reader #x male reader smut #bottom male reader #jjk smut #jjk x male reader #toji fushiguro x male reader #toji x male reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro

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jenomi · 1 year ago

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gala night with jeno

pairing: non-idol!jeno x afab!reader content warnings: FLUFF! :3 & suggestive if you squint

✧･ﾟ: *✧*:･ﾟ✧

"babe are you ready? we're gonna be late" you hear your fiancé jeno call from the kitchen.

"yes yes yes" you trot out of the room quickly carrying your heels.

tonight, you were attending the annual summer gala hosted by your company. it was one of the most talked about events of the year for it's grandeur and auction items. you were feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but knowing you'll have jeno by your side brought you comfort.

"okay" you quietly whisper to yourself as you finish putting on your heels and check your hair and makeup in the mirror by the door. you stand up straight and smooth out the material of your dress. "how do i look?" you turn to face jeno.

"beautiful." he says on an exhale.

your heart skips a beat as you step closer to your fiancé and fix his tie. "you look handsome as ever" you whisper laying your hand on his chest as you tilt your head up to give him a kiss and a smile.

he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. as you pull back with a smile, jeno follows your lips.

"this is why i didn't put on any lip product yet" you laugh lightly and you swear you hear jeno moan softly. you quickly finish your lip routine in the mirror before receiving a text from your friend who's also attending the gala tonight.

"okay kimmy just texted me saying her and jaemin just left their apartment. we should go too" you say grabbing your clutch and typing a quick reply to your coworker/friend.

jeno grabs his car keys, "mm let's go" he smiles and kisses your cheek before opening the door for you.

he holds your hand down to the car and makes sure you step over any gaps, grates, and puddles in your heels. you smile fondly at him each time, you wonder how you could fall more in love with him, yet it happens more and more everyday.

as you pull up to the hotel that the gala was hosted at, jeno makes sure your door stays locked so valet can't open your door and help you out of the car. he wants to do that himself, and it makes you laugh every time. your silly, jealous fiancé.

the building was beautiful, lights framing the stairs leading up to it and the hotel lights illuminating the clear night sky.

you bump into your friend and her boyfriend as you're waiting for the elevator. you exchange greetings and feel grateful that you and jeno have friends to help keep you company. jeno and jaemin grew close through you and kimmy, even planning hang outs without the two of you. you both laugh and say that they're in love.

you all enter the ballroom fashionably late as the auction begins. you both don't plan on going home with anything, but you do your duty and place bids on things you wouldn't mind having but once the price gets too high, you tap out. nonetheless, you both still try to have fun, whispering silly comments to each other and having to hide your laughs with your panels.

"that vase would look amazing in our boat" jeno whispered. you don't have a boat.

"my mom would love that" you whisper about a clutch completely covered in jewels. she would hate that. "so would mine" jeno responds. his mom would hate it even more.

when the live auction concludes, you and kimmy head to find your supervisors to say your hellos and have your chats while jeno and jaemin take to the silent auction. if jeno sees something he'd think you'd like, he'll place a generous bid on it. in years past, you've come home to him gifting you a beautiful yet simple necklace that he'll shyly reveal that he won at the gala you attended together. your eyes light up when you receive such an unexpected gift, that he tries to continue the tradition and win something he knows you'd love each year to be the reason for the surprised look on your face.

after a few glasses of champagne (but not for jeno, since he's driving) and a healthy amount of mingling, you and jeno start your goodbyes and head home. you're thoroughly tipsy at this point, clinging onto jeno's arm or having jeno's arm secure around your waist. you giggle as you enter the empty elevator to go down to the lobby.

"i love you" you rest your chin on his chest.

his eyes crease as he smiles, "i love you too baby" and leans down to give you a peck on the lips.

as you exit the building, you squeal as your fiancé carries you bridal style down the stairs earning you a few stares and some smiles. jeno didn't care. all he cared about was you - he knew your feet were hurting from being in your heels all night, and he didn't want you hurting yourself any more than you already have.

jeno sets you down on at the bottom of the stairs with a pat on your ass before he hands his ticket to valet to get his car. as you wait, jeno wraps his jacket around your shoulders. you weren't cold, but jeno always worries and doesn't want you to get sick. he walks away for a moment, leaving you confused since valet is already grabbing his car.

you see him approach a younger couple and shyly ask, "hi. sorry, do you mind taking a picture of me and my fiancé?"

they happily agree and you and jeno pose lovingly in front of the illuminated steps. jeno wraps his hand around your waist and you turn your body towards him and place your left hand on his chest. you both smile for the camera but then jeno leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. you giggle as you turn to look up at him and place your hand on his neck.

you momentarily forget your picture was being taken until the young girl gives the phone back to jeno. he thanks her right as his car pulls up.

of course, jeno opens the door for you before tipping the valet driver discreetly with a handshake. you watch the interaction intently before jeno gets in the car.

"you know its customary to tip valet, right? you don't have to do a secret handshake" you tease.

"yea, but i feel cool doing it" you laugh at his honest response as he leans over the console to buckle your seat belt for you. he pulls back before leaning in to give you a quick kiss again before putting the car in drive.

as jeno drives home, you unlock his phone to look at the pictures you just took. they were beautiful, honestly almost as beautiful as your engagement photos. the lighting was perfect, and you could see the sparkle in both your and jeno's eyes. your engagement ring sparkles on your hand against his chest. and in the photos before he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, you can see jeno looking down at you like you're his whole world and it makes your heart strings pull. and in the last few photos, you're both looking at each other with silly smiles and nothing but love in your eyes. your diamond ring catches the moonlight in the last photo, making it shine brighter than ever just like your love for each other.

you quickly send all the photos to yourself before reaching over and grabbing jeno's hand and giving him a kiss on the cheek. he smiles at you and kisses the back of your hand before focusing back on the road. his hand rests innocently on your thigh, but you both know the main event begins when you get home.

#jeno #nct dream jeno #jeno imagines #nct dream imagines #nct jeno #nct dream #jeno lee #nct #nct jeno imagines #lee jeno #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #lee jeno x reader #nct jeno x reader #jeno x you #jeno x y/n

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razorblade180 · 1 month ago

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9 Days of Lancaster Day 4: Injury

Ruby:Y’know if there’s one thing I like to brag about when it comes to you Jaune, it’s how cautious you are. Strong shield, quick thinker, lots of aura, and practical armor! The modern definition of a tank. Haha, clearly that went to your head cause…

She gestures to left broken arm and right foot trapped in a medical boot. The bruise ridden boy slowly turned his head away as he laid miserably in bed.

Ruby:Don’t turn from me! In what world do you block a head bash from a Goliath!? You’re lucky your shield took the impact! That was reckless!

Jaune:Gee, I wonder if I’ve had bad influences? Who would face a giant grimm head on in the heat of a crisis?

Ruby:So did you blackout on the parts where it didn’t work!?

Jaune:We were spread thin and couldn’t give an inch. Hey, at least I killed it. That’s gotta be worth something, right? In the moment I felt pretty cool.

Ruby:…Sigh You did look pretty bad ass.

Jaune:Learned that from my friends too.

Ruby:Well now you’re gonna learn something I got from a dear friend; don’t rush in! If your calculated risk involves charging in then it’s a bad idea. *crosses arms* If you weren’t you, these injuries would be a lot worse. Trust me, you wouldn’t be laughing if your ribs broke, or if you got more tusk than trunk. It’s not fun seeing a person you love go flying before hitting the ground.

Her pout was in full effect. Not as a means to guilt trip, but because the scene replayed in her head. Jaune quit trying to make light of the moment upon seeing her genuine concern all over her face. He reached out to her to the best of his ability.

Not wanting him to strain himself even further, Ruby automatically got closer. The boy dared to have the nerve to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her ever closer until she had not choice to set next to him on the bed. She turned her nose up at the embrace, feeling his head rest against her stomach and lap like some sort of golden retriever.

Ruby:I’m still mad at you.

Jaune:I know. I’m sorry. I’m glad I get to see you be mad though. I’m happy to be seeing you at all.

Ruby:*red*….That’s so unfair. The Goliath couldn’t have knocked out some wit? *rubs his head* It really did get crazy out there. I need to up my speed.

Jaune:Can’t be everywhere at once, Rubes. This is all on me. We all make our calls.

Ruby:Yeah. It just sucks when there’s not many to choose from. I like to think I’m clever in my own right, but it pisses me off I don’t see another call you could’ve made. Jaune, you were awesome out there, but I wish you didn’t have to be.

Jaune:Pfft, wow. Never in my life did I think I’d hear that. It’s like a sad gold star. Look at the bright side at this. Everyone is safe. This was a live and learn opportunity. Not to mention now I have a month of you doting on me. I

Ruby:I miss when this was the other way around.

Jaune:Haha, learning experience. I gotta say, I kinda like the lap pillow experience.

Ruby:*red* You could ask for this whenever! Just wait till you’re good enough to stand on your own; I’m making your physical therapy hell.

Jaune:Please don’t…

Ruby:To late. I’m also going to be a hard ass about your medication and rest.

Jaune:Will nurse Ruby be wearing the outfit as well?

Ruby:*squints*

Jaune:*red* It’s the medication. Ignore my nonsense.

Ruby:I swear, maybe this is karma leveling itself out? Looks like I got my hands full.

She bends down and kisses his head before getting up to stretch and make her way. Towards the door. Honestly she should be more upset, but found herself appreciating those silver linings. No time like quality time. That’s what her mom used to say anyway.

Ruby:You hungry? I’ll make you something.

Jaune:I’m fine, thanks.

Ruby:Then I guess I’ll be back in about five minutes.

Jaune:Grabbing a snack?

Ruby:Getting the bath ready. Somebody is gonna need helping hands for awhile~ *leaves*

Jaune:…*lays down* ✨silver linings✨

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #9 days of lancaster #9 days of lancaster 2025 #rwby lancaster

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violetrainbow412-blog · 9 months ago

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Day 5: acorn

Masterlist flufftober 🎃

This is kind of flangst if you squint, but the idea came to my mind and I thought it would be really cute. One of my favorites, enjoy, and reblog if you liked it!

You and Spencer walked in silence, with only the sound of the orange leaves crunching under your feet. Autumn had undeniably arrived, and you knew perfectly well that this season was a blessing for many children, providing them with leaves on the ground to play with, warm clothes, and tons of candy. Somehow, it was also your favorite time of the year, as it brought back a few pleasant memories you guarded closely in your heart.

“How did he behave over the weekend?”

“Very well, actually,” he replied, happy that you had finally decided to break the silence. In the distance, you could hear the giggles of a child you both made sure to check on from time to time. “We made pancakes, I took him to the aquarium, we drew a lot, and overall, he didn’t throw any tantrums or anything like that. He even asked me to tuck him in.”

“He always wants that,” you said. “Sometimes he makes me read the books you give him.”

“And he asks me to sing him lullabies you taught him.”

You both fell silent again.

It wasn’t often that your ex-husband’s days off aligned with yours, and the truth was that you both only sought to see each other when strictly necessary. Many times, Jason spent weekends with his father, and when Spencer had the chance, he would take him to school and other activities.

As a father, you couldn’t complain about him. He tried his best after the divorce, as if wanting to make up for something, and you both made sure to keep arguments away from Jason’s ears because the last thing you wanted was for your son to suffer because of it.

It had been somewhat complicated explaining the dynamics of your post-divorce life to Jason, as he didn’t understand why his father, whom he loved so much, had to move to a new apartment. Spencer had tried to be as kind as possible when talking to his son, not wanting him to feel, even for a second, the abandonment Spencer himself had felt from his own father. He called him all the time, bought him an endless number of things, and made sure to have him with him whenever work allowed.

Work, work… that damned work.

“That’s just how he is,” you said simply.

A cold breeze filled the air, and you tucked your hands into your coat pockets, just as your husband did. Once upon a time, you might have held hands to deal with the cold, but now that was unthinkable.

“He also told me he already has a costume for Halloween, right?”

“He wants to be Sherlock Holmes. It was between that and Albert Einstein, but he went with Sherlock because he said his job was similar to his daddy’s.”

Spencer let out a chuckle that was stifled in his throat and looked in the direction of the little boy who was hopping around in the leaves, already too dirty from the nature of the park.

“Do you need money to buy the costume? I could ask JJ where they sell some, or…”

“It’s okay, Reid. I’ll probably make it myself or ask my mom,” you murmured, shrugging. “But he wants you to take him trick-or-treating.”

“I’ll try. But you know with cases… it’s unpredictable.”

“Explain it to him, not me,” you muttered seriously.

Honestly, conversations between the two of you were almost always uncomfortable. Sometimes Spencer tried to find a normal or interesting topic for you, but you rarely carried the conversation forward. Other times, you wished you could ask him about things that really mattered—his mental state, his feelings, or simply what was happening in his life—but you had no idea how to go about it.

That’s why you both preferred to talk only about Jason.

“Look, Mommy!” your son suddenly shouted, throwing a bunch of leaves into the air and laughing when they fell on him.

“How nice, baby,” you responded with feigned excitement, somewhat relieved that your son was having fun.

You both stood there watching the little one, and you could feel your ex-husband’s gaze from the corner of your eye. So many years of knowing him, of loving him, had allowed you to detect when he wanted to say something but didn’t dare. Sometimes, you still felt guilty for being able to read him so easily, and you had no doubt he felt the same, especially with that eidetic memory of his helping him.

“Jason talked to me about Christmas the other day,” he began, seemingly gathering the courage to speak. It had to be something important if he had taken the trouble to bring it up. “Has he mentioned anything to you about the presents he’ll ask Santa for?”

“Not yet, but he’s usually happy with whatever he gets. We can ask him later what he wants or tell him to write a letter for something specific, but I think some of the other gifts could be a chemistry set or art supplies; his teacher says he’s shown a lot of interest in both.”

“I see,” he murmured, nodding slightly. But he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. “He said something interesting to me the other day. I just wanted to know if he had told you about it already.”

“Maybe if you tell me, I can answer,” you said without looking at him, trying to stay calm.

You had a suspicion of what your son had talked about, but you didn’t want to make a mistake. And Spencer felt exactly the same.

There was silence again for a few minutes, which felt like an eternity, and then he spoke:

“He told me this year he doesn’t want to ask Santa for anything because he wants to save his wish for something special,” he began. He paused for a moment and then continued, “I asked him what it was, and he didn’t want to tell me, so I suggested he could write a letter even though it was still early. He did, and after I put him to bed, I went to read it. There was a drawing and some words written in a messy but legible way. It said his only wish was for his mommy and daddy to be together again.”

By the middle of the conversation, you already knew what it was about. By the end, a few tears had welled up in your eyes.

“I know. He tells me that often,” you confessed, feeling a tightness in your chest. “And I never know what to say.”

“Have you thought about remarrying?” he suddenly asked. It was barely a murmur, but enough for you to turn to him in evident surprise. “I mean… with someone else. Or maybe having a boyfriend?”

“Jason takes up most of my time, and work takes up the rest. I don’t think there’s an opportunity to even consider it,” you said seriously. Since the divorce, neither of you had thought about the possibility of Jason having a stepfather or a stepmother. “What about you?”

“Never. I believe marriage is a pact you make only once in life.”

What was he trying to do? Was he criticizing you? Was he hinting that he saw the possibility of living together again?

“Well, that way Jason won’t be confused. At least until he grows up.”

“Don’t you think he needs a father figure?”

“What do you think you are then?”

“A permanent figure,” he clarified. “And a mother figure at the same time. We worry about ourselves, but we never thought about how this would affect him.”

“Of course I thought about it, Spencer. That’s why I asked for the divorce.”

Low blow. And a painful one.

“Listen, I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, and I’m not trying to justify myself. But it’s been two years, and I think I’ve changed enough to prove to you that I’m not a bad father.”

“I don’t need proof of that. I know you’re not,” you said firmly. But when you spoke again, your words were harsher. “But I can’t trust that you’ll be a good husband.”

“I was before.”

“Yes, but then you ended up in prison. And you decided your work was worth more than your family.”

“That’s not true,” he exclaimed, clearly offended. “You and Jason have always been my priority, even now. I live only for you, and in return, you abandoned me when I needed you the most.”

“Spencer, stop blaming me. I had to choose between taking care of you or raising my son. Our son. So I sacrificed my marriage to make the best decision for him. We came second.”

“But divorce doesn’t have to be forever,” he insisted, stepping in front of you to make you look at him. “If you want, we don’t even have to sleep in the same bed. I just… I just want us to live together again. For Jason. I think he deserves to have a complete family because I know how hard it is not to have one, and I don’t want him to go through the same thing.”

You were finally talking more than you had in months. But to be honest, you wished it wasn’t happening. He took one of his hands out of his pocket and reached up to touch your cheek. You were freezing, and it became a fervent desire to lean into you and lose himself in your lips.

“Spencer, don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I need to think with a clear head. And you’re just clouding my judgment.”

“Why does it have to be a decision you make with a clear head?” he said, sounding hurt. “I’m not a stranger; we once loved each other. I still love you.”

His other hand came up to cup your face, and you placed your hands on his wrists, trying in vain to push him away. You didn’t have the strength, neither physically nor mentally, to do it.

“Spencer, nothing guarantees that getting back together will make us happy.”

“And nothing guarantees that it won’t,” he murmured, pleading. His fingers stroked you gently, and you felt yourself succumbing to temptation.

You were looking into his honey-colored eyes again, and you realized that was one of the things that hadn’t changed despite all the years; they still looked so sweet, so docile toward you. And suddenly, you felt as in love as the first time, and that terrified you. Loving meant the fear of getting hurt again.

You were about to say something when a shout caught your attention, making you think for a second that something had happened to your son. Luckily, it was just him trying to get your attention.

“Come play! Please!” he said politely, with that persuasive little voice he was already learning to use.

“We’re coming, my love.”

The conversation was interrupted by that activity, and although Jason asked why you were crying, you reassured him, blaming the cold in the park. As the minutes passed and you two began to follow your son’s lead, the mood lightened. You even reached a point where you were genuinely having fun, the three of you together, and it was undeniable that your little boy was brimming with happiness.

“A squirrel!” Jason suddenly shouted. He loved animals, so he didn’t hesitate to get closer.

“Careful, honey,” Spencer hurried, always the more fearful of the two of you. “It’s not a good idea to touch squirrels, even if they look cute. They’re wild animals and could bite or scratch you if they get scared. Plus, they can have bugs or diseases.”

“But I want to pet it! Can I, Mommy?”

“When Daddy says no, it’s a no.”

Your son pouted, pretending to be upset, but looking as cute as any 6-year-old. Your ex-husband tried to cheer him up by crouching down to his level.

“Better let’s observe what it’s doing. What do you think it’s looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look, there. In its little hands.”

“An acorn!” he exclaimed happily. The squirrel was picking some off the ground and putting them in its mouth, filling its cheeks. “Why is it doing that?”

“It’s storing food for the winter. It buries them in a safe place, and then when the snow falls, it looks for them to eat.”

“There are more over there!” your son said, pointing with his little finger. “There are three. Do you think those are its mommy and daddy?”

“Maybe, son.”

“They’re like us, right?” he smiled.

You looked away from them because you didn’t want to meet Spencer’s eyes if he turned, and you only heard him laugh.

“Yes, maybe they are.”

Jason watched the animals for a few more minutes, and then he got distracted by a nearby hot chocolate stand. Spencer bought a cup for each of you, which felt wonderful. During the time you all sat on a bench to drink it, with Jason in the middle of both of you, you could sense the furtive glances Spencer gave you, and unwillingly, you did the same toward him.

Jason played for so long that the sky darkened, and he was completely exhausted. By the time you hugged him, ready to head home, he had already fallen fast asleep. And although his presence was evident in theory, you were once again effectively alone with your ex-husband as you approached the car.

He offered to drive to avoid waking your son, and then he opened the passenger door for you, where you settled in, trying to make Jason as comfortable as possible. Halfway through the drive to your apartment, there was an awkward silence that couldn’t even be avoided with music because Spencer had forgotten to fix the stereo.

You struggled to admit it but, to be honest, you hadn’t had such a bad time that afternoon. You were genuinely happy about the family moment you shared, and proof of that was how you clung to who you would always see as your baby, smiling as you watched him sleep so peacefully.

Spencer didn’t expect you to speak during a red light.

“We can meet up to spend Christmas together as a family. Stay in the same apartment, open presents together, and all that,” you said, not looking at him, trying to focus on anything else to avoid him “And it’s too soon to make such a drastic decision, Spencer, like going back to a practically married life. But we can think about it and decide after the new year.”

Despite your indifference, he knew you were being sincere and not just giving him false hope. And he also knew that he would work twice as hard to win back your trust, forgive your mistakes, and, with some luck, recover your love. You hoped you had the strength to forget what had happened and see Spencer for who he was now, not for who he had been.

“I’m glad you said that. And I agree,” was all he replied.

When you got home, you both made sure to leave your son comfortably asleep in bed, and as an extra favor and a show of commitment, you stayed a long time watching him sleep, as if trying to preserve that childish image forever. You didn’t say anything when Spencer wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and he pretended not to notice that you leaned into him, resting your head lightly against his chest.

All you could think was how you hoped time would be kind to you and allow you to eventually rekindle the love you once had and offer it to the beautiful child lying in front of you.

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boktuoafterdark · 3 months ago

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SCIENCE BUDDIES | KUROO. T |

summary: when your the popular girl at nekoma and your science grade is dropping day by day, your teacher pairs you with the weirdly attractive science nerd, captain of nekoma volleyball team, in order to raise your grade to graduate. but what happens when you go to his house to start the project and things go wrong.?? or at least you think.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: cursing, kissing, smut if you squint, and thats it lmk if i missed anything!

| the sun beamed into your room, blinding you as you woke up from your slumber.

“fuck i do not want to go to school.” you mumble to yourself, getting out of bead heading to your bathroom and closet to get ready for school.

when you finish getting ready, you decided to wear a white skirt with a fitted lining short sleeve shirt. as you went downstairs for breakfast, you seen your mom sitting at the marble island table with her glasses on a paper in her hand, analyzing it.

“hi, good morning mom, what did you make for breakfast today?”

“oh just some waffles, but uh. i have to talk yo you about something.” she says almost.. confused “yea sure mom”

you grab a plate and put some waffles on it, the syrup already being on the table being from your mom eating first.

“honey, i thought you had better grades than this, i- especially you science grade its .. terrible .!” she says disappointed.

“mom, ive been trying i promise ill ask my teacher today is there anything i can do to raise my grade .” you say searching for an answer so your mom can stop being mad at you.

on your way to school you bumb into kuroo the captain of the nekoma volleyball team somehow, but the biggest science geek you would ever meet in your entire existence. You stumble to the ground, dropping your phone and your purse.

“ah- gosh do you even look where you go idio-” you say standing up dusting yourself off

“oh, sorry are you okay?” he says, tall figure reaching out to check of you are injured or anything.

you look up, not even knowing it was him about to curse him out for being a complete dickwad and idiot for not looking where he was going.

“yea. im fine just watch where your going idiot” you say grabbing your phone and purse walking away.

“wait! is there anything i can do to pay you back for this i feel like an asshole.” he says to you, stopping you in your tracks.

you turn around slowly thinking if there is anything he could possibly do to pay you back

“nope, nothing now, but if something comes up. sure you can pay me back.” you say nodding

“okay! sorry abo-”

“just stop apologizing. its fine.”

| DURING SCIENCE

you had always failed science, in every grade for some reason . whether it was to hard, you were lazy , or just didn’t wanna do the work. your science class was towards the end of the day, frustrating you even more because you were so close to leaving school and then your least favorite class had to ruin the rest of your day. could be a failed test or more paper work. you hated everything about science.

when you came into science class, your plan was to ask your teacher is there anyways you could raise your grade, like you promised your mom you would. But obviously your science teacher had other plans.

“alright class, please look up the the board, these are your partners for the new project thats coming up and who you will have to sit with for about 3 weeks.”

when you seen the board, you were paired with non other than the kuroo tetsurou. you didn’t hate him, you just didn’t know him and especially cause this morning was quite awkward when you fell infront of him. As you walk over to your assigned seat with kuroo, awkwardness flowing all around you as you guys made eye contact and you approached him.

“hi.” you said very awkwardly sitting down in your seat

“hey.. Y/N.” he said back

as class started, you heard him mumbling under his breath, his words barely audible as he took notes whilst you sat on your phone hidden under the desk.

“Y/N.” your teacher calls

“hm, yea?!”

"what did i just say about the 2 main parts involved in biochemical photosynthesis eh?" he calls on you making you look around the room in confusion hoping there will be an obvious answer on the wall or something.

"well uh.. the 2 main parts are like uh." you say in total confusion and oblivion due to you being on your phone and not listening.

"its light reactions and calvin cycle, Y/N." kuroo whispers to you, head in his notebook going over his notes to pass time from the very embarrassing moment for you.

the way your name rolled of his tongue so effortlessly, as if it was a melody made your heart beat a little faster, skipping beats often you dont know why though.

"uh light reactions and the calvin cycle." you say proudly trying to redeem yourself from the embarrassing moment.

"right.. okay class this a project for photosynthesis and the calvin cycle, i will post the slides soon for what you have to do for this project. class dismissed. Y/N and kuroo, i need you both to stay."

after the class leaves you and kuroo walk up to your teacher i question on what could he possible want from the 2 of you.

"look if this is about my participation and my grade im really sorry. im trying my hardest." you say already knowing the lecture you might get twice. today.

"thats not what i called you up here for, well it is but its not. okay look, i specifically put you to work with kuroo for this project because you are failing this class. its a core class and if you cant pass it you cant graduate. Y/N your really smart, you just have to put in more work."

"soo i have to help her raise her grade? tutoring or just working with her?" he asks in confusion on why he is even here. i mean that sucks for you if you get left back. not his fault your not wizz smart like him in science.

"well yea. maybe while you guys are working on the project, you can help her pick up on some facts, and basic stuff. we can also give your extra credit if you'd like." he says

"hey um hello. just wanna say none of this stuff is basic." you tap i raising your finger in the air.

"uh yea it is, maybe stay off your phone and bring a note book to class.?" he snaps back

"oh hell no i am not working with him for three weeks straight, do you see his smartass remarks?!" you tell the teacher.

"look Y/N i know you don't like everything or everyone, but this is for your sake, to pass school. don't be stingy and just take the help."

you roll your eyes. not wanting to work with kuroo, he was kinda annoying your soul right now. your teacher was right though, maybe it was time for you to stop being an brat and take the help. just for now. not like your gonna catch feelings or anything for him. after all, even though he was lowkey a science geek, he was the cap of the volleyball team. knowing how he probably has tons of girlfriends and girls fawning over him.

"fine. when do we start." you reluctantly say

"well you cn come to my house tonight and do some studying and then we can work on the project every tuesday, thursday and friday. i dont have practice for very long on those days andi dont have practice at all today."

"sounds great, cant wait to see your progress Y/N!" your teacher says

"yea yea fine thanks." you said walking out the door.

when you got outside, you spotted kuroo with his friends, kenma, yaku and kai.

"KUROO!" you call him, stopping he and his friends in there tracks as you walk over.

"oh hey Y/N, whats up. dont tell me you cant come over tonight for tutoring for a party or something."

you smack his arm for even spitting out the word tutoring in front of his friends.

"wait, THE Y/N needs tutoring from lil ole kuroo tetsurou?!" kenma spits out giggling.

"hey for your information, im not 'lil' im damn near 6'3 and 180 pounds and you arent even 5'11 yet."

as he bickerd with his friend you just stared at him wilst he has his back turned. jesus 180? he wasn't fat, at all. he was tall and slim. he was fit, so that only meant 1 thing. he had to be hella jacked. 180 at 18 was honestly insane. and he was 6'2. you stared at his back as he countinued bickering with his friends. i mean you could see some back musces and some biceps, but you couldn't really tell to tale cause he had on maybe 3 shirts and a vest.

"Y/N..?!" he called you and you snapped out of it.

"okay no yea, im gonna come over around 6:30 so i can shower and help my mom around the house with anything."

alright cool, let me give you my number, text me when your leaving. "

"yeah thanks, i will." as you guys exchange numbers and set up a time to meet, you both went seprate ways, but you couldent stop thnking aout his physique for some reason. gosh.

| AT HOME

"im home ma, and i have good ish news!" you say going to your moms room.

"hey honey, how was school?"

"it was good, oh by the way, i got science tutoring, my techer really recommented it. so i have to go to his house tonight at 6:30."

your mom turned around with her jaw dropped.

"i thought you would never do tutoring though!?" she asked confused on what the sudent change in your persepctive was

"well im doing it to make you proud mom, i know i havent always bee the best in school, but i want to mke it up to you caue you do a lot for me." you say, genuienly.

"aw sweetie." she says reaching in for a hug.

"of course mom." okay but i have to shower and stuff so i can get ready to go over there."

"alright honey!" she calls out to you as your leave her room.

6:30

your putting your shoes on getting ready to go to kuroos house when you remember you literally don't have his address so you decide to text him.

when kuroo opens the house door, he greets you with a warm smile, what you dont realize is that kuroo is wearing these hella low sweat pants, so low, you can see his V-line, with a regular white shirt.

"is your room upstairs?"

"duh it is" he responds back snarkly

"oh sorry i asked instead of assuming, some people have cool attic rooms, i didnt know if you were one of those kids." you said giggling.

soon as he is about to respond to you, his mom comes into the living room.

"oh. my. god. kuroo you finally brought a girl home?!" you and him turn your head immediatal after she said that. his mom speed walks up to you and starts touching your face and admiring your features.

"oh my ad shes gorgeous. kuroo are you sure that this girl isnt like. one of those models on that show you used to watch?! my gosh!" all you can do is smile freakishly big and gigling at every fact kuroos mom is acidentaly spiling about him.

"n-no mom, and she isnt my girlfriend or anything, shes just a friend im tutoring for a while" he says rubbing the back of his neck, his arm raising and shirt coming alongside with it.

"ahh its fine! my dear you can come over anytime from now on! kuroo needs a bit of female interaction!"

you giggle at her "alright! ill keep it in mind, thank you."

"yep alright later mom we will be done in a hour or 2." he says grabing your wrist pulling you away to the stairs flustered at what his mom said about him and you. he didnt know wy exactly he was flusterd at the thought of you and him. he had never seen you like thta, at all. he alwayd thought you were just a snobby popular girl, he also rarely payed attention to you beauty but oh was he seeing it tonight. you had came over in a pair of blue and white plad pyjama pants with a grey hoodie, slighliy rolled up above your naval peircing. long black hair in a brad put to the side of your shoulder

as you both got to his room he sat down at hs table , getting his stuff reader as you stood and looke around his room. he had tons of volleyballs in a corner, volleyball posters, and rack full of mybe 5 or 6 volleyball shoes. gosh who needs that many.

"alright lets go Y/N." he called you over to his desk.

"coming!" you called putting his volleyball down and comig over to sit.

"by the way, please. i beg. ignore my mom. she can get really embarrassing at times."

"ah no worries my mom would react the same, just glas your mom is nice unlike any of my other ex boyfriends parents." you giggle

"yeah." he says

"okay, so....."

7:39

"KUROO I SWEAR IF YOU ASK ME ONE MORE TIME ABOUT SOME DAMN CELLULAR RESPIRATORY."

"its resperation. its not all that hard." he chuckles at your angryness manspreadig in his chair, buff arms folded up watchin you absolutly loosing your shit over easy science shit.

he stands up coming towards your, his figure being evidently taller than yours

"give me your hand."

"uh why?!"

"just give it to me"

when you give him your hand, he pulls your closer, staring down at your smaller figure now face to face with you

"listen. i'll ask you again, do you know how our bodies create energy?"

"yea." you say turing your head away from him

good. im gonna show you what happens when cellular respiration is in action."

without a word, kuroo closed the gap,his lips meeting yours in the softest of kisses, like the first touch of a summer rain against the parched earth. the kiss deepened slowly, his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, the heat between them intensifying. A low murmur escaped kuroos throat, and your fingers brushed through his jet black hair, tugging him even nearer, if that was even possible. when he pulled away for air he stared at you, deeply, wipin your tast away from his lips.

"thats what happens when oxygen and gluecose come together to create energy."

“yeah yeah whatever, glucose oxygen i don’t care. finish what you started, kuroo tetsurou,” you say, pulling him back for more, your hands threading through his hair as you close the distance once again. His lips curve into a mischievous smile against yours, but there’s no hesitation this time. kuroo deepens the kiss, the teasing edge gone, replaced with a raw urgency that sends a shiver down your spine.Each movement is a reflection of the rising heat between you. Kuroo’s hands trail down your sides, a gentle yet firm pull guiding you back toward the bed. his lips never leave yours.

“Gosh you're actually so much hotter than i- mm. imagined” he says pressing on top of you on the bed, kissing you down your neck. You take your shirt off revealing a black lace push up bra. It's like you knew you were probably gonna get laid. he takes his shirt off, proving your point, he was really jacked and he had a quite evident 4 pack.

"fuck" he mumbled.

"ah kuro-" you moan from his touch

"HEY KUROO, KENMA AND YAKU ARE HERE!"

"you gotta be fuckin kidding me."

AU: hi guys. this is actually so trash for my first story im gonna make a part 2 but om gonna start wroting feel like a fool since thats what u guys voted on but please like a reblog this to get this going!!

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songmingisthighs · 1 year ago

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Wanbelyn

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neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

buy me coffee ?

where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

At this point, you found yourself in somewhat of a choreographed dance with the father and son duo manoeuvring the child in question. Usually, you would have to move quickly between taking Kijoong's things out of the car and making sure that he wouldn't make a run for it, even going as far as installing a car seat, iPad holder, and small containers of cereal and snacks, effectively turning your car into a mom car. Now, you simply needed to focus on Kijoong because Hongjoong would instinctively take your bag and any of Kijoong's belongings with him. Then, the two of you would basically lock Kijoong's hands in each of yours and making sure that Kijoong wouldn't have any means of escaping or running away as your bodies would block his sides.

You both call it "inmate transfer" and others pointed out that it's actually called "the family hold". You both were confident that "inmate transfer" is correct.

"I think I stuffed myself stupid," Hongjoong huffed, taking a moment to readjust his pants before resuming the walk back to the elevator from his dedicated parking spot. You couldn't help but snicker in amusement at the way he was so comfortable with you, totally different from the person you first knew less than three months ago. "I told you not to get a second plate, Joong, this is all on you," you teased which caused Kijoong to chirp, "Yeah, Joong," he teased, sticking his tongue out at his dad. Hongjoong squinted his eyes at the two of you, "Hey, I finished my main course, I EARN that dessert. And you had some, (y/n), you can't talk shit about my decision," he huffed before crouching down to Kijoong's height, "And that's daddy to you, mister," he said, poking Kijoong's nose.

Teasingly, you raised an eyebrow at Hongjoong, "You asked me to spend my day off with you and Kijoong, I think I reserve the right to call you out for eating a plate of two waffles drenched in maple syrup and ice cream after finishing a whole ass pasta by yourself. And while we're on the subject, who eats carbonara at 10 am?" "Yeah, Joong, who?" Kijoong teased again, this time drawling to poke fun at his dad even more. "A hungry man using food as a reward for a week of hard work," he said in a mocking tone, causing you to raise an eyebrow, "So is this your way of telling me that I've done a good job?" you teased.

"Do you think you've done a good job?"

Suddenly there was a wave of seriousness over the two of you (Kijoong was blissfully unaware, of course, what with kicking pebbles around as he held onto your hands). You momentarily stop in your steps to look at Hongjoong, "What?" Hongjoong stopped in his tracks as well to look back at you, "Do you think you've done a good job so far? Are you satisfied? Are you happy working here?" Already had a feeling that the discussion was coming, you wasted no time in going straight to the point, "Is this about my employment ending?" Hongjoong was kind of glad that you brought it up first as he didn't really know how to say those exact words (In all honesty, Hongjoong didn't know how to say a lot of things to you but one conversation at a time). "Kind of, yeah," Hongjoong confirmed.

For a moment, you pursed your lips and resorted to continuing your walk to the elevator as Kijoong, still in his own world, tried to get you to kick the pebbles with him.

Feeling obligated to explain, Hongjoong opened his mouth again, "I should clarify, I'm not asking you because I'm reviewing your work or anything. In fact, I just want to know if you're happy which I think is the biggest factor in sticking with a job." You could tell that he was trying his best to not be confrontational and your lack of answer would soon make him cry. "Good because if that was your way of firing me after all that we have been through, I would be so pissed, I'd actually give Kijoong back his toy gun." Hearing his name and toy, Kijoong perked up and started jumping excitedly, "MY GUN!?" he exclaimed, hopeful but you immediately shot it down, patting his head with your free hand, "No sweetie, and please don't interrupt your daddy and I are talking."

Relieved, Hongjoong chuckled and shook his head, "At this point, it would make more sense if you leave in the middle of the night and move away to Antarctica or something. But I know you wouldn't," "Hey, I might," you pointed out, rolling your eyes, "Push my buttons enough times and I'll pull a disappearing act so fantastic, it would get Best Performance award at the Grammys or something." Hongjoong's eyes widened, thinking that you were serious, "What, you mean to tell me that you'd consider leaving us?" there was a slight panic in his voice that made you crack out rather loudly, "Oh my God, Joong, calm down! I was just joking! You know I love working with you and I'll be honest, I'm kind of attached to the cutie pies of apartment 801 so it would take a lot for me to not want to continue working with you," you said lightheartedly, pinching Kijoong's cheek affectionately.

It was only when you both stepped inside the elevator that Hongjoong realized what you just said. "Wait, did you just say 'cuties'? As in plural?" Confusedly, you raised an eyebrow at him, "Um, yeah? Why do you think I keep feeding you? You're basically Kijoong-sized XL and I love the boy to bits," this time, you couldn't help but scoop Kijoong into your arms and blew a raspberry on his cheek, making him giggle from the ticklish feeling. There was a mix of feelings that surged through Hongjoong's body and he couldn't pinpoint on the cause as the giddiness was so palpable he could taste it at the tip of his tongue. The sheer feeling rendered him speechless and he could only find his voice when the elevator door opened and the three of you stepped out.

"So... You love me?"

In all fairness, Hongjoong meant that as a joke. Or so he said. He so totally doesn't lowkey hope that you'd say yes. But he was totally expecting you to roll your eyes and call him stupid.

The last thing he expected was for you to step closer to him, nudge his hip with yours and grin, "What do you think, Joong? What do your own feelings tell you?"

A sudden wave of excitement-induced nausea washed over Hongjoong, his body forcing his brain to prepare to have the talk. The one talk he knew he had to have with you considering the revelation he made (through Seonghwa pointing it out but he was not about to give his friend the credit).

You saw that his brain was trying to connect the dots and it was entertaining, to say the least. But at that moment, it dawned on you that you had just opened the door to a conversation you had only planned to have but even that plan was not solid. So to feign being coy, you took quick steps to get to Hongjoong's apartment first. "Hey!" Hongjoong exclaimed when he realized that you had taken off on him and he followed suit. While the distance from the elevator to this unit was not long, he caught up with you quick but it was because you had stopped in your tracks in the middle of the hallway, eyes trailed forward which caused him to look in the same direction.

It was like seeing a ghost. Well, a ghost from his past. Because out of all the moments in the timeline of his life, he would never have expected to see the person he was seeing. Not after what happened in the past.

"Minhee?" he called out.

Minhee, his ex, pushed her body off of the door and smiled gently, eyes looking over to Hongjoong before it settled on you and then on the boy who looked at her confusedly, not knowing who she was but he was intuitive enough to sense that there was something going on. You took notice of this when Kijoong suddenly turned around and clung on your body, refusing to look at his birth mother.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at her. She looked like the pictures you had caught glimpses of when you were cleaning but... Happier. She looked pretty and well-kept, exactly like how a young lady from a respected family should what with her all-white get-up and expensive bag. The nasty side of your brain immediately made comparisons and you came to the conclusion that you and her were vastly different and though momentarily, the thought of her being the kind of person that made Hongjoong commit flashed, leaving a nasty remnant that felt itchy.

"Well, aren't you going to let an old friend in?" she smiled.

Hell, even her voice sounded nice.

How were you going to fare?

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sturn1olo-ffics · 2 years ago

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- I WANNA HATE YOU SO BAD -

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader

- Warnings: making out, angst, pining? (if you squint), swearing, use of y/n, Chris and y/n high key hate each other; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: Y/n had always been close friends with Matt and Nick, but she always had a hatred towards Chris. That is, until everything changes one night while sleeping over at the triplets’ house.

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(Y/N’s POV):

“Hey y/n! Me, Nick, and Chris were gonna go to Top Golf later today, wanna come with?” Matt called me.

“Uh- yeah sure. What time?” I was hesitant with my answer because I know how competitive Chris gets when it comes to golf and it pisses me off.

“Probably about 5:00, I’ll text you when we’re on the way to your house… don’t worry, if Chris starts getting competitive I’ll make him leave.” He could sense the uncomfortableness in my voice.

“Alright, sounds good. Bye Matt.” I replied before ending the call after he said goodbye.

I was closest to Matt out of all three boys. We just clicked more than I did with anyone else.

I cleaned up the house and got caught up on some homework before finally deciding to get dressed.

4:30.

“Hey, we’re on the way” Matt texted.

I grabbed my stuff and turned out all the lights before heading out the door when they finally arrived.

“Y/n! What’s up??” Nick asked enthusiastically.

“Hey Nick!” I said, climbing into the backseat.

I never acknowledged Chris. It was a rare occasion that one of us actually cared to say hey to each other. I don’t even have a reason why I hate Chris so much, he just pissed me off and I never knew why. Apparently that was the same for Chris, though. Because he hated me just as much, if not more.

We got to Top Golf and started our game.

To my surprise, Chris wasn’t even being competitive tonight, which was unlike him. He was still being loud as ever, though.

“Chris would you shut the fuck up for 2 seconds so I can think-” I snapped, trying to come up with a response to my mom, who was asking when I would be flying back home next.

“Oh please y/n, like you could think anyway with your smooth brain” he rolled his eyes.

“Chris you’re the dumbest fucking person I know-” I started before I was cut off.

“Hey! Would you two stop? Chris shut the fuck up and y/n just worry about texting your mom.” Matt silenced both of us.

The rest of the night went pretty normal, Matt and I laughing over stupid things, Nick telling stories from the mall trip he and Madi had earlier, and Chris and I bickering ever so often.

Matt and I usually just hung out alone. Mainly because we were best friends, but also to prevent me and Chris from butting heads. But sometimes we wanted to do group things, so we had to deal with it.

On the way back to the boys’ house, Matt had asked if I wanted to spend the night.

Of course I said yes, we always had sleepovers and they were so much fun.

We got to their house and I changed into shorts and a t-shirt that I had left there a while back.

“I’m tired as fuck and I’m going to bed, no one disturb me please.” Nick said, walking up the stairs and into his room.

Me, Matt, and Chris sat on the couch on our phones.

“I’ll be back in a little bit, I’m gonna go shower.” Matt said, getting up and walking towards his bathroom.

I hated being alone with Chris. Even though I knew I hated him, there was always some unbreakable tension between us when we were alone.

A couple minutes passed by of us being on our phones in dead silence when Chris spoke up.

“I’m going to bed.” He groaned, getting up and walking towards the set of stairs that went down to his bedroom.

“Okay?” I replied with a sassy tone.

“Fuck are you always mad at me for anyway?” He turned around, walking back toward me.

“You just piss me off.” It was all I could think of. Like I said, I don’t really know why I even hate him.

Sometimes I look and him and think that maybe it’s my way of suppressing my real feelings because I’m scared of what could happen. But I hated admitting that, so I just went along with the fact that he pissed me off.

“Oh I piss you off?” He said, almost teasingly while continuing walking toward me. I was taken aback.

“Yeah, the fuck?” It was so obvious I was annoyed and wanted to be left alone.

“Is it because you have to look at me every day?” He teased, sitting down next to me.

“Look at what? Your ugly ass face?” I replied, desperately trying to turn the conversation into a normal one we’d have.

“Oh come on y/n. You know you love me.” He said in a low voice, placing his hand on my thigh.

“What the hell are you on about Chris-” I began before he cut me off.

“Wouldn’t it be a shame if I kissed you right now…” he smirked, tracing my jaw with his fingers.

My heart fluttered. Why? Why the fuck was this dumbass making me nervous?

“Christopher I swear to Go-” he continued interrupting me.

“Say my full name again.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

Where the hell was this confidence he had coming from?

“What? Christopher?” I questioned.

His eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips, which were parted already due to pure shock.

Next thing I know, he leaned in, moving his hand that rested on my thigh to my waist and the other cupping my cheek.

He placed his lips on mine, and before I could speak, our lips started moving in sync.

I practically melted into the kiss, which made Chris giggled when he pulled back before deepening the kiss.

His grip on my waist grew tighter as he guided me to straddle him on the couch.

He pulled away from my lips and began trailing sloppy kisses down my jaw and onto my neck, which definitely left marks.

I let out a small whine as he bit the skin on my neck.

“I wanna hate you so bad.” I stated, breathlessly.

“I know you do.” He pulled away from my neck, smirking.

We heard a door open, signaling Matt could walk in here at any moment, so I hopped off of Chris and he got up, walking toward his room.

“Surprised y’all didn’t kill each other in here.” Matt joked as he walked in the room.

“Yeah I’m leaving for a reason. I cannot be in her presence for too long.” Chris continued walking before turning around and winking at me without Matt noticing.

“Should’ve known nothing changed.” Matt looked down at the ground and laughed before asking if I was ready to go to bed.

I, of course, always shared a room with Matt at sleepovers because he was my best friend.

I got up and me and Matt made our way to bed.

All I can say is thank GOD I was wearing a hoodie which covered the hickies on my neck.

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A/N: I know I said this was gonna be multiple parts on the poll, but I changed my idea a little bit and it ended up just being one. If y’all want a second part, you can always send in a request with an idea for it and I’ll totally write one, but otherwise this is it. Sorry to all the Matt girls. I know, me writing so many Chris fics is killing me too, but y’all wanted them first on the poll 💔

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 1 year ago

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Empty Nester's (M)

Tags - manga spoilers, new manga ending because it's mine, Fem Reader, Reader is called mama, mom, etc. Cunnilingus, squirting, idk

"With the children away for the weekend, what do you guys have planned?” Makio was swaddled with your baby, 11 months old and so big already, she could easily be mistaken for much older than she is. She was like her daddy, big, smart, and sweet. Harumi had been visiting the Uzui’s on the weekends for the past month giving you and Gyomei a break but also preparing them for the arrival of their own bundle of joy in the coming months. Of course, you had spent weekends as a family with them but then it was suggested that she stay by herself. You compromised with all three of the kids staying with the Uzui’s that way at least Muichiro and Genya knew their sister and could help.

“I don’t think we are doing anything special, a night in, maybe we will get a full night of sleep” Gyomei laughed from the doorway where he was talking with Tengen, the boys crowding him as he talked of their weekend plans. Makio squinted, rolling her eyes before turning back to you. “How is Hinatsuru? Has the tea been helping ease her stomach? It was heaven sent for me, Shinobu had trained Aoi so well” Makio nodded, bouncing slightly as Harumi stirred from where she rested.

“She is doing much better, eating a lot more which we are grateful for. She had us all worried. But she is well, excited to see Harumi, I think the maternal instincts are already kicked in because she hasn’t stopped talking about Harumi since she left last weekend” You nodded, understanding the feeling, throughout your pregnancy just seeing babies made you want to cry from happiness, some mothers would even come chat when they noticed your heavy stomach, letting you gush over their baby.

“Yeah, but Harumi is also the sweetest girl, so patient and she loves her brothers so she’s happy when they are around” Harumi’s head lifted at the mention of her brothers. “You should head home before she falls asleep, she sleeps like her father at night and Hinatsuru may not get to play with her” You urged the Uzui wife back towards the door, Tengen noticing the movement moved to let Makio pass.

“That’s our cue then, we will see you all in 3 days, have a good night, and try not to have too much fun!” Tengen winked before turning to follow his wife, your sons leaving with a wave and a few air kisses before following as well, a row of little ducklings.

As the door slid shut your husband turned to you.

“Come on, I have something for you” He was rocky, still settling into the prosthetic leg, it made him sway a lot when he walked but he no longer had to hold onto your shoulder, he could walk just by holding your hand which was an improvement. He was still hesitant about holding Harumi while standing but that would happen with time, just had to be patient.

“You’ve been so patient with us, every single one of us, from the boys to Harumi, and to me. Since the fall of the demons almost 2 years ago you’ve been so attentive and working nonstop, making sure everyone is comfortable and happy, you’ve kept everyone fed and bathed. You even changed our bandages and helped us bathe, which is no small feat. You did so much and I just wanted you to know how grateful I am, and how grateful the boys are to have you, to call you my wife, to call you a mother. I am so happy to be here with you, to have been given the chance to stay on this planet with you and live happily.” He paused his speech as you got to the backyard, lit with lanterns and decorated with flowers. There was a large blanket in the middle of the yard, filled with pillows to create what looked like the coziest bed ever. Sitting next to the bed was a tray lined with snacks and wine alongside 2 glasses.

“What is all this? When did you do all this?” You turned towards your husband of 5 years someone who you had watched grow into the beast of a man before you today, so gentle and loving and at the same time he held power you couldn’t even imagine carrying after knowing him for 8 years he still gave you butterflies.

“Had some help, you are quite oblivious when you are with Harumi so it was easy, she loves her mama just as much as I do. You are an amazing woman and I’m so honored and blessed to call you my wife.” Your eyes watered at the thought behind this surprise and his sweet words, you hadn’t put thought into the things you did, there was a house to run and a family to take care of after they literally saved the world, the least you could do is take care and help them, it was almost natural, you had been taking care of Gyomei’s injuries since you had first met in the wisteria house your family-owned, although it was closed now, once again it was just a home but more than welcome to those who were former corps members.

“I don’t know what to say” his hands moved to your back, gently guiding you towards the bed, the warmth from the overwhelming amount of candles provided such comfort that it didn’t take long for your muscles to relax as you sunk into the cushions and pillows.

“you don’t need to say anything, just relax, enjoy your night” There was a soft smile on Gyomeis face as he sat down, stretching his legs. “c’mere let me hold you” his words were quiet, like a whisper to draw you into his space, you didn’t hesitate before moving between his legs, letting your back rest against his chest while he wrapped you in his arms, letting his hands rest on your thighs. You both sat in silence, enjoying the clear night with the stars shining so bright you could probably see without the candles, but they provided extra comfort to your night. It was nice having a night with just the two of you, it was something that you hadn’t experienced in years. Between them fighting Muzan and having to relearn how to live normally, to giving birth to your daughter there was always a full house. Now they were able to leave, more than ready to get out of the house and spend time with their friends and family. It was something you weren’t quite ready for. Large hands were wiping away tears before you could realize you were crying.

“What ails you? What can I do?” Gyomei was soft as he addressed you, still holding your cheek as you relaxed back into him.

“They are all leaving, they can leave us now” you sniffled, turning around to face your husband, sitting on your knees. “Gyomei, the boys are gonna get married and leave” Deep down you knew it was ridiculous to think that they would suddenly leave, they were only 17 but you were dating Gyomei at 19 and he was 22, they could leave at any age. Gyomei smiled, his clouded eyes flickering about.

“Let’s slow down, no one is going anywhere. They are spending the weekend with the Uzui’s, and no one is getting married anytime soon unless we marry them off. Lay back, listen to that quiet, no kids, no screaming or fighting, no crying. Tranquility. S nice isn’t it?” You sat back, taking Gyomei’s advice and listening to the world around you. “What do you hear?” you listened close, relaxing into the embrace of your beloved and closing your eyes to truly listen.

“I hear the trees as they shake.”

“Mhm”

“I hear The birds sing their young to sleep. It sounds like they are getting tired” You were focusing, you swear you were, but his hands were distracting, wandering from your hips. His touch started slow, just rubbing your sides like he did when you wanted to relax, but then they started to move inwards, resting on your stomach and moving up.

“What else do you hear” His voice was low like he was telling you something you were allowed to hear, trying to hide it from the world.

“um…” You couldn’t focus on the sounds, not when he cupped one of your breasts, applying pressure as he leaned into your neck, wet kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbone.

“focus, what’s going on?” The tone of his voice was a warning, a baritone hum as he continued his ministrations, biting into the skin of your neck as you leaned to the side, giving him more access.

“Frogs” is all you got out, moaning as one hand undid the ties to your clothing and the other continued to fondle you.

“good girl, what else” He paused, leaning back to watch each inch of your kimono fall off your shoulders and reveal your skin.

“I-“ a moan interrupted you as both his hands went to work, pinching the nipple of one breast while massaging the other. His lips still danced along your skin, slowly compared to his rough hands. “The river” He hummed into your skin, encouragement to continue as he worked like he was tuning a violin, plucking the strings of your pleasure until he had it just right. “You” Your answer was met with his hands removing themselves from your body, his mouth detaching itself from your skin. You sat up, turning to look at your husband.

“Yeah? What do I sound like?” His disheveled hair and lack of prayer beads had him looking almost feral, his hooded gaze staring down at you as he crawled over you, moving you until your back hit the ground, looking up at him. Your answer never came as he engulfed you in a kiss, claiming your lips as his own. You couldn’t stop the moan that erupted as one of his hands found purchase on your hip, pulling the band of your panties until they snapped back at your skin. Your tongue grazed his lip, asking for more, and was met with a hasty reply. Your mouths danced so familiarly with one another, like every movement of the other's tongue was rehearsed, practiced an infinite number of times over, each clash of teeth and head tilt a piece of intricate choreography. Gyomei pulled back gasping, head tilting towards your ear.

“You know what I want?” He hummed pressing a kiss to your collar, lips wet with your shared saliva. You made a noise of acknowledgment, too high-strung by his constant touches everywhere but where you wanted. You're sure if you looked down you would see your panties soaked through, uncomfortably damp but you couldn’t care less. “I want to be the one to listen to the pretty noises you make when you cum on my tongue” Your breath hitched as he placed another kiss on the slope of your breast, moving his way down your body, with teasing touches and wet kisses. “Okay?” He continued his path down your body, nipping at your hip bone, tracing the soft skin of your stomach as he nosed at your panties.

“Yes sir”

“Good girl” His praise was accompanied by his tongue, licking at the wet patch that had stained your panties. He was never a patient man when it came to pleasure, you had grown used to it, he knew what he wanted and he wasn’t afraid to take it if you let him, and who were you to deny your husband of such pleasures? He pulled aside your panties, not bothering to slide them off your hips, just revealing the glistening beauty of your pussy. The groan he let out was pure sin like a predator warning its prey before it eats them. Which is what he planned on doing. Gyomei didn’t waste time, diving into the heat of your pussy. His tongue flicked at your throbbing clit, teasing and divine. He went from flicking to sucking, not wasting a breath between both, switching the rhythm to keep you on edge. You reached down, hoping to hold onto him as grounding, afraid you would float away in the thralls of pleasure.

“Mei, please don’t stop” You moaned a symphony for him, following the beat of his tongue. 2 fingers pushed their way into your heat, thick and practiced it was almost too natural for him to do it, like he was using the hand to tighten the ropes of your pleasure, cranking at them in hopes they would break. He hummed into you, enjoying his meal thoroughly, eyes closed like he was lost in his own heaven and that ad you clenching, teetering on the edge of orgasm thinking he was enjoying this as much as you. By the way you could make out the subtle shift of his hips against the ground, you had no doubts he was. His fingers curled upwards, thrusting in at a speed faster than his tongue. You fell, the pleasure quickly overwhelming your body jolted, trying to breathe through the pleasure. You saw stars, eyes rolling back for a few seconds as his ministrations continued, not wanting to slow and end his own pleasure. Another groan resonated through your core that had you yelping, an unfamiliar swirl in your stomach itching forward.

“C’mon baby” He moaned again, begging for your body, and his hand continued it work, mouth quickly attaching back to your overly sensitive bud. A second orgasm came crashing down on you, a litany of explants leaving your mouth as you released all pent-up energy, coating your husband's face in a stream of pleasure. He lapped eagerly at your sex, not wasting a drop of you, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as well while you tried to come back to earth, breathing heavily and holding weakly to the and that still held your panties to the side. Gyomei sat on his heels, rubbing at your tighs while you tried to get ahold of yourself.

“You did so good mama’s, so good for me, huh?” His tone was encouraging. He was careful as he moved your legs together, giving him room to lay next to you, a space heater for your bare body, still recovering. You looked at him through lidded eyes, a sleepy smile gracing your lips.

“Gyomei,” You whispered, still breathless. He smiled, pulling you into his chest so you could snuggle in, using your kimono as a blanket to cover you and keep you warm.

“I’m here” He pressed a kiss to your head, damp, but you didn’t care.

“Thank you” He hummed, knowing that this was just the beginning of a long night.

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velvetlilacsdaisies · 1 year ago

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Fourth Wing Men HCs: nicknames for him

Includes: Bodhi Durran, Garrick Tavis

A/n: I haven’t wrote some headcannons in a HOT minute, but me and @garricks4thwingqueen have been conspiring and inspired me to take a whack at it again. These got a smidge long, so I will make a part 2 with more characters, and other scenarios, but you know who had to start with! I also included some AI pics I’ve been cooked up that are mashes of my fancasts ideas for the characters. I have the hardest times visualizing a lot of characters and places in stories and sometimes the AIs I’ve seen all look alike or aren’t itching the right part of my brain. Disclaimer: I tried to take into consideration book accuracy, but AI is AI and I only dabble w it on my phone. So I’ll take what I can get. Skin tones, hair, proportions may not be perfect. These just personally help get a better concept, and I find fun to make, and anddd risking forgetting about a free 7 day trail from time to time 🕳️🤸‍♀️ *muah* enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking/smoking (if u squint), suggestive content

Bodhi Durran

Bo/Boh, beau, bowie, Bo Bo, babe, love

Xaden and him are maternal cousins. While the firstborn always had the weight of responsibility growing up being an heir by his parents. The younger cousin was always ‘coddled’ by his. Though he adored his family, he hated how they always doted on him. Mainly because of how much his older cousin and his best friend would tease him about it.

Xaden and Garrick started cooing “Bowie” and “Bo Bo” at him when they were 12, he was 11.

“Bowie, don’t forget to write to me.” “Bowie, be good for your uncle.” “Oh Bo Bo don’t you look so handsome today!” They’d snicker to him under their breaths when he’d arrive at the fortress when his mom would drop him before flying out to an outpost. Watching how his cheeks flushed red, and he had tight balled fists pressed at his sides.

Once the doors closed, after formal introductions with his Uncle and lingering personal staff were done, and once the adults a room away—he would hurl one of his clenched fists at their shoulders.

Starting a playful brawl amongst the three

Spoiler alert: Bo Bo back then lost once or twice…maybe a handful of times

Then as awkward teenagers when problems were simpler the three of the pubescent boys discovered churam and drinking. Bodhi started unironically calling himself Bo Bo and Bowie, mockingly teasing himself as a ‘bit’.

The young men were sat around a fire in the clearing to the outside of Riorson House. Xaden and Garrick in a heated debate over a petty topic. “Bo Bo can’t comprehend what’s going on right now.” He would say, exaggerating and scratching his the top of his head. It had been effective for the most part to ease the tension between his friends

Now from time to time, he’ll still do it especially if you’re present. He always thought you looked cute as you shook your head with a crooked smile spread across your face when he did it

Sometimes fhd guys would find him doing something badass, you’ll hear triumphant whooping from Xaden and Garrick, endearingly using the nicknames they called him as a child

“Go Bowie!” “Bo Bo that was fucking awesome!” “Bowie! Bowie! Bowie!”

But if anyone else besides the select few called him those names, he’d glare daggers at them. Like the time Ridoc tried to call him Bo Bo during lunch while the group was joking around

Bodhi’s boyish grin disappeared instantaneously. “If you ever call me that, I will rip your tongue out.”

The first time he heard you call him Bowie tho, he nearly melted. It was one of the first times you slept over with him and he had to get up early for a leadership meeting

You propped up on elbow, using your other hand to wipe the sleep from your eyes. “Do you have to go, Bowie?” A small pout on your lips watching him get dressed

His other pet names from you were selective, usually just calling him Bo/Boh, but your favorites were Babe and Love

Babe being the one you leaned towards the most

especially when you would catch him doing something ridiculous or he’d press your buttons. Or just when you wanted something

“Babe? Are you kidding me?” “Babe stop!”

“Babe can you get me another drink, please?” You asked, looking up from your lashes with puppy dog eyes. He folded every time no matter if you were closer to the serving station or bar. How could he say no when you gave him that look? Not caring, flipping all his friends off as they’d give him knowing smiles.

He was a simp for you

Love was usually reserved for tender moments with him. When you’d notice he’d be having a bad day, or to calm him down when you’d notice he was fuming silently beside you at something going on

Intertwining your fingers with his giving a reassuring squeeze. “It’s alright, Love.”

Or holding his cheeks, bringing him to eye level with you. “I’m here, Love. Can you take a couple deep breaths for me?”

Sometimes you broke out the corny double entendre of beau. Very select people would get it, but you thought it was great

Mainly you’d be out to the taverns with your friends when you’d use it. Usually when a girl would approach him, and you’d try to hide your jealousy tho it was plain as day

“He’s actually my beau.” You’d say, a sinisterly sweet smile on your face when a girl tried to introduce herself. Your hand twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. Bodhi would always shiver from the gesture, trying to contain his arousal at your possessiveness

Then later in the night, he’d pin you to the wall of his room. Pressing feverish kisses up the column of your throat. “Are you gonna show me all the way I’m your beau?” He muttered before grazing the delicate skin with his teeth

Garrick Tavis

Gare, Tavis, Gary, Gare Bear, Hon/Honey, Sir

His parents tried to call him Gary at one point growing up, but he always ignored them or begged them not to call him that. It always sounded so stupid to him

Garrick was blunt, dry, and straight to the point not caring for nicknames. Only really preferring to be called by his name or Gare on occasion by his friends and acquaintances. His last name an even better alternative than a nickname

But Xaden, Imogen, and Bodhi took a sick pleasure in all the creative corny nicknames his parents would try to make a thing for him growing up.

“I think we oughta get Gary’s input?” Imogen leaned her chin in her hand as they all discussed weekend plans after school looking over at the towering young man. The side of her mouth crookedly lilting upward, knowing she struck a nerve. Garrick could already feel his eye twitch, clenching his quill as he acted like he hadn’t heard them a few feet away at the table in the library.

“It seems Gare Bear’s not in the mood today.” Xaden would casually lean back in his chair, smirking, and watching his best friend stroll into the dining room late for dinner time after a terrible day

Which would result in Garrick walking by, and tipping his chair back causing the Riorson to flail and fall backwards. “Relax asshole,” Xaden hissed, rubbing his head.

To this day they still called him the silly names. Taking immense pride when you had picked up on the memo, and started to call Garrick the names he despised. Especially because you two weren’t each others favorite people at first

The first time it happened, it was when Garrick pissed you off. He had been criticizing all your sparring movements, and you had enough. “Sorry we can’t all be perfect like you, Gare Bear.” You’d sneer, watching the irritation form on his face.

“Do not call me that.” He’d glower, but you’d just smile brightly. “Whatever you say…Gare Bear.”

Seeing how it got under his skin, from that moment on you’d always call him just to pester him. Enjoying the glare he’d shoot your way or awaiting for whatever witty remark he’d reply

Eventually once you two started getting along, you called him his first name, being more considerate towards his feelings. Garrick’s chest filling with disappointment as he awaited the usual Gare Bear falling from your pretty lips.

“Hey Garrick,” it was a rare moment when you found him by himself. None of your mutual friends around for once, and one of the first interactions you had alone. “What?” He looked up from what he doing. “I said hey?” You gave him a weird look. “But you called me Garrick.” He said in disbelief. “That’s your name isn’t it?” “You always call me Gare Bear tho.”

That’s when you realized he secretly liked it despite him trying to act annoyed at you.

Then when you had officially started dating, he had to get used to fact you loved calling him all these terms of endearment. Deep down, loving how you could make him become bashful by your words

“Here you go, Honey.” Leaning down, kissing his cheek, setting down a dish of apple crisp in front of him. You knew how much he liked the dessert and grabbed an extra one when getting your dinner. Garrick’s cheeks tinged red and chuckled appreciatively, “you’re the best.” His friends just silently stared as if you two had three heads. “What’s the matter?” You asked the group unphased, taking a seat. “You broke him.” Imogen replied in awe.

You had changed his perception on being called nicknames. Even letting it slide when his friends poked fun at him with the once despicable nicknames

Out of all the nicknames you called him, his favorite by far was the one you’d use in the bedroom.

“Please,” you begged, while sitting on your knees. “Please what?” Garrick gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You gulped, “please Sir.” A cruel smirk on his face, pressing a small kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

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bvbygrl-writes · 10 months ago

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Season of The Witch (7)

Pairing: Jacob Black x Witch!Reader x Edward Cullen

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) is 19 and still trying to figure out the world. She isn't sure of a lot of things but she is sure of one: she's gonna have her cake and eat it too.

A/N: I had so much fun writing the past two chapters.

Warnings: Angst, minor mention of vomiting if you squint, fighting. As usual 18+ so dni if you're a minor or blank account

The feeling of bile rising rushed to your throat and you darted for the bathroom down the hall, making it to the toilet just in time. You heaved and wretched, your body shaking as your head hung above the toilet bowl. Although it took away the queasiness in your stomach, the anxiety still loomed within you. You felt dizzy and lightheaded but at the same time weighed down heavily. The dream played over and over in your head like a movie. It was overwhelming.

After taking a much needed shower and brushing your teeth, you spent the next three hours laying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You felt paralyzed with all the emotions you were feeling. You thought if maybe you laid there long enough you’d disappear, becoming nothing more than dust. It wasn’t working though. How were you supposed to explain this to either of them? That it was written in the stars that you belonged to them both equally?

The two men you adored were at a constant war with each other. The only time the three of you had been around each other ended with them ripping each other to shreds. Was it really possible for them both to share and love you equally when the mere mention of either of their names had them brewing with anger?

Maybe you had misinterpreted the dream, it was completely possible. However, there was only one way you’d find out: you had to ask your mom. A deep wave of shame came over you. What would she think of you? How would she react? Groaning you rolled over, closing your eyes to keep the tears from falling. Your body shook as you sobbed into your pillow. This is what you wanted, right? If that was the case, why did you feel so sad?

When you got out of bed next, you noticed the sun was setting. Checking your phone, you noticed it was 7:00 PM. How long were you out? You also noticed the stream of texts and calls you had received. Five from Jacob, six from Edward, and one from Bella. Hers was the most recent of all of them. You muted the chats with Jacob and Edward, it was for the best right now. Opening Bella’s you decided to respond, you were sure she’d share your well being with the two of them.

Bells: Hey are you ok? Everyone’s worried : (

Your heart clenched. You couldn't help but feel bad but at the moment, you weren't sure how anyone would react. You were anxious and mentally drained.

(Y/n): I’m safe. That’s all that matters

Bells: That’s not what I asked. I asked are you doing okay?

(Y/n): Physically? Yes. Emotionally? No. I’ve got some things to figure out.

Bells: Did something happen with Edward last night? Did Jacob do something?

(Y/n): They didn’t do anything, it’s all my fault. </3

You clicked your phone screen closed before flopping back on your bed, listening as the crickets chirped outside. You turn your head as you hear your door open. Your mom walks in with a plate. A sandwich made with the bread from last night and a side of chips. She smiles sympathetically, setting the plate down on your bedside table before sitting on the side of your bed.

“Is this about the ritual?” she asks softly. You nod weakly. She nods before flopping down on her back laying next to you. She turns her head to look at you. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really but…I know I should…” you try to gather your thoughts, trying to figure out what to say. “Jacob was there. We were really happy together. But then the other guy, Edward, he was there too. In the dream They were both hugging me.” you say, deciding to omit the part where you made out with both of them. “What’s wrong with me? Am I broken?” your voice breaks, hot tears springing from your eyes. Your mom sits up, pulling you into her arms.

“Honey, no. You’re not broken at all.” she rubs your back gently. It reminds you of the same way she used to when you’d run into her and dad’s room after a nightmare. It’s comforting and calms you down just a bit. “It’s happened before. However, it’s usually only like that when the other two are occults which is why you rarely see it. Witches of the past often had two or more soulmates. Your great grandmother did.” you tense up, looking up at her.

“That’s the thing, mom. They hate each other. Jacob he’s…he’s a shape-shifter. Edward is a vampire. I think it’s just best if I don’t speak to either of them.” you sigh, sniffling as you rub at your drippy nose.

“I didn’t raise you to be a quitter (Y/n) (L/n). It’ll be difficult, sure. Down right frustrating. But are you really going to deny yourself your truest, deepest love connection?” her tone and face was stern, something you rarely saw from her. You knew she was right, but were you strong enough? “You’re a big girl and I can’t make that choice for you. But what I will say is give yourself time to think before making such a rash decision to just give up. Who knows, they might surprise you! Plus, you’re going to have to see them Friday regardless.” she was right, as she usually was. You didn’t wanna give up. And even if you did, you’d still have to speak to them Friday. The big game was coming up and you sure they’d be coming over with their fathers. You liked them both and it was clear after that dream, that they both harbored that affection for you too. You just needed time to process everything.

“Thanks, mom.” you say softly. She gives your hand a quick squeeze before standing up and heading for the door.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. Eat your sandwich, you’re gonna need it!” your stomach grumbles at the mention of food. With all your moping, you haven't eaten all day. Your stomach had been far too upset to hold anything down but water. Grabbing the sandwich, you head to your desk before pulling out your good stationery. You owed them at least some explanation for your absence.

On Tuesday, you placed a charm on your window and balcony door. You knew with your absence, that one of them would come to check on you and you were right. Many times throughout the night, you heard the windows and balcony door rattling, trying to convince yourself it was the wind.

On Wednesday, you made them each a basket with a letter. In Jacob’s was the loaf of bread your mom wanted you to send, a container of cookies that she had made that day, and a letter explaining that you were okay and that you just needed space. In Edward’s was the CD you burned for him, a copy of Napoleon Dynamite, and a similar letter. You casted a spell so they’d deliver themselves. You slept throughout the night with no disturbance but when you woke up Thursday, on your balcony was a polaroid of Jacob and the gang at La Push with ‘wish you were here!’ written on the bottom and a single rose with an ‘E’ charm attached to it. It was bittersweet.

You felt guilty for not communicating to them directly and it was starting to hurt you too. You missed both of them equally but you felt more prepared to have the chat with them tomorrow. It was hard to focus on much of anything but you had gone over all the scenarios. The good, the bad, the ugly. There wasn’t much else you could do besides focus on you. You had been neglecting your self care and yourself, running yourself ragged.

Examining yourself in the bathroom mirror, you nearly winced at your reflection. You had deep sunken bags under your eyes, your acne was coming back, and the skin of your body was as dry as sandpaper. Reaching into the mirror, you grabbed a turmeric face mask applying it over your face. The tub was almost completely filled up, the scent of vanilla and the bubbles luring you in. You step into the tub, letting out a sigh. Tomorrow may be fast approaching but that didn’t mean you couldn’t attempt to enjoy today.

Jacob’s temper had gotten worse since he presented, he was aware of that. But the fact that (Y/n), his (Y/n) was doing bad and he wasn’t allowed to be there for her? That made him furious. He could respect that she needed her time and space, but he couldn’t help but feel that that bloodsucker had something to do with it. Before he left to patrol the outer borders of Washington for his pack for a week, she was fine. And suddenly, after he’s back without being able to keep watch on her, she’s suddenly struggling? With misfortune, the Cullens were almost always behind it. He watched it happen with Bella and he had sat back then. But this time there was no chance in hell that he was letting Edward get away with this.

Even though they had updated the Pact to where they could cross the borders into each other’s territory, a part of him still always had a distrust. He had come to respect Carlisle and his wife, they were kind individuals. He had even come to tolerate Alice, Jasper, Emmett and sometimes Rosalie. But Edward? He was nothing but trouble.

As he grew closer to the house, he could see Edward was already there. Stomping onto the porch he grabbed him by his shirt, snarling in his face.

“What did you do to her?!” he screamed, Edward pushed him over, shoving him back. His eyes were a fiery gold, filled with anger.

“I should be the one asking you that. I was with her Monday and suddenly you and the rest of the mutts came back and she won’t speak to me.” he spit out. His tone was much calmer but it still held the same venom his own did. Jacob went to swing his fist but as he did, Edward dodged it, throwing him to the ground.

“I told you to stay away from her!” he growled out, using his leg to sweep Edward. He fell down the stairs and Jacob used that to his advantage, jumping on top of him. All he could see was red, his breathing was out of control. Edward smirked up at him.

“She’s not talking to you either, is she?” Jacob froze his fist above his face.

“Stay out of my fucking head.” he seethed through gritted teeth. Edward pushed him off, Dusting himself off and Jacob was quick to follow standing up.

“I don’t need to be in your head to know you somehow managed to screw things up.” he stated matter of factly. Jacob punched him in the jaw, sending him flying back but Edward landed on his feet, returning the punch with speed. Jacob glared at him angrily, spitting blood out the side of his mouth.

“She’s too good for you.” Edward’s face faltered for a moment as he stood still before beginning to laugh again.

“Oh my god, don’t tell me…you imprinted on her? Pathetic .” Before Jacob could pounce on him, a hand was on his chest. Looking down he saw Bella, holding the two of them back.

“She’s not talking to anyone right now, not even me. And it very well might stay that way if you two keep arguing out here like children!” The silence that took over was tense. As stubborn as Jacob was, he knew Bella was right. As he had learned many times before, fighting with Edward would lead to nothing but a lot more conflict with everyone and with how (Y/n) was currently doing, that isn’t what anyone needed right now. He huffed out, taking a few steps back.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” Edward asked, his expression full of concern. Bella shook her head.

“She didn’t go into detail but she said it’s all her fault. I have an idea of what it might be from Alice but it’s not my place to say. But what I can say is that if you two don’t get your act together, neither of you might see her again.” The two of them looked at each other, an unspoken conversation happening. They had to at least be civil for the time being.

“(Y/n)'s dad invited both our dads to the game tomorrow. She said see you Friday in my letter. Yours?” Edward asked. Jacob nodded.

“Mine too. She must be expecting us then.” he said, putting two and two together. Edward nodded in agreement.

“We need to come to an understanding. If it’s about…where she stands with us, the other one will agree to being in her life platonically only. No dirty tricks, no arguments. I’d be fine with that. I want her happiness above all.” Jacob had to think about it. It wasn’t as simple as just being able to back off. (Y/n)was his imprint. It was painful being away from her for even that week, would he be able to keep his hands off from her forever? Give up the nights where they’d fall asleep in her bed, waking up in each other's arms? ‘I don’t have to worry about that, she’s going to choose me.’

“I love her. Even just being in her presence is enough for me.” he said, choosing to ignore the way Edward rolled his eyes.

“Let’s see if you can stick to that.”

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #jacob black imagine #jacob black x reader #jacob black x you #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n

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lw77 · 2 months ago

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Diet Pepsi 💈 (LSxMV)

Chapter 8. - Four-times for Goodluck

He’s poring over another inventory sheet his dad left him when a soft knock against the cash counter snaps his head up. Max is leaning in, his head tilted in quiet amusement at Logan being so absorbed in the sheet.

Sheepishly, Logan blurts, “Oh, Max! How long have you been standing there?” He can already feel himself blushing, like always, whenever Max is near.

“Hi, Angel. Not long. You looked so focused, I didn’t want to distract you,” Max replies.

“I didn’t even hear the visitor bell. This is why me and inventory are dangerous. What if you were a robber? The store would’ve been empty by now,” Logan complains, glaring at the sheet like it should feel guilty.

Laughing, Max squints at him. “If I were a robber, I think you know what I’m taking.”

Despite the heat flooding his face, Logan can’t help preening at the insinuation. He tries to tease back. “Oh yes, my mom’s sub shelf. I know where your loyalties lie, Maxie.”

Brows quirked in amusement, Max lifts a hand to gently tilt Logan’s chin up to meet his eyes. “And where do my loyalties lie, Angel?”

Hot damn. It’s so unfair for Max to not only look like a walking Calvin Klein ad but to also act exactly like Logan imagines those ads would, if they could talk.

“Th-the boys, of course,” Logan stammers, trying to hold Max’s gaze.

He watches Max’s eyes flick to his lips, then back. “I think you’ve been misinformed, Angel. Do I need to set it straight?” Max smiles as he says it, his thumb now brushing the corner of Logan’s mouth.

“Uhuh” is all Logan can manage, overwhelmed by the closeness, the touch, and the desire rising in him. He wants Max to kiss him, public decorum be damned.

Max’s thumb shifts to Logan’s cheek, brushing so softly that Logan almost misses what comes next, too distracted by the sensation.

“Let me take you out then. Tonight.”

Logan jolts upright like he’s been shocked. “Like a date?” he asks, too eagerly.

“Not like a date, Angel. A date. May I?” Max grins, clearly amused by whatever expression Logan is making—which is probably somewhere between dopey and crazed, knowing himself.

“Yes! I mean, yes, of course,” Logan says, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to yell. I think I had something in my throat.”

Max looks unconvinced but doesn’t call him out. Instead, he gently brushes a piece of hair from Logan’s face. “Okay, Angel. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“I’ll be ready,” Logan replies, quieter this time.

“Perfect. Bye, Angel.” Max gives his cheek one last soft stroke before turning and striding out.

By the time the door clicks shut behind him, Logan realizes Max didn’t buy a single thing. And, he has a date.

His dad needs to cover his shift.

—-——-

“So he came into the store and asked if he could take you?” is Oscar’s bewildered question after Logan recounts his morning.

“He asked to take me out , not to take me ,” Logan says, exasperated.

“I bet you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, princess? You dirty, dirty boy, in your father’s store too!” Alex chips in, placing his hands on his chest in mock scandal.

Ignoring them, Logan continues buttoning up his shirt, only for Oscar to slap his hand away as he reaches for the last three buttons.

“Ow! I’m going to a restaurant, Osc, not the beach.”

“Leave those. Entice the imagination a little. He’s not taking you to church,” Oscar replies without missing a beat.

“I bet I know something Logan would love to worship if Max did take him to church,” Alex adds with a triumphant grin.

Logan groans, throwing a towel at Alex’s face. “Is this fun for you? You’re supposed to help me. Why did I even tell you guys?”

“Because you love us,” Alex sing-songs from behind the towel.

Oscar just grins, crossing his arms. “And because you need our help not to button yourself into celibacy.”

Before Logan can retort, the sound of the doorbell cuts through the room.

His eyes go wide. As he checks his reflection one last time, Alex pats him on the shoulder. “You look good, Logs. Like an angel if he was from Florida.”

Oscar nods behind him. “Just make sure to eat slow, chew. It’d be a mood killer to choke in the middle of dinner.”

Groaning, Logan says, “Oh my god, that was one time .”

“Logs, that was two months ago,” is Oscar’s deadpan reply.

Before Logan can argue, Alex is already pushing him out of his door. “Either way, seduce him and don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” is all he’s told before he’s shoved right into Max.

Max steadies him easily. Logan turns to glare back at his friends, who give him a finger wave.

“Bring him back in one piece, please,” Oscar calls sweetly before shutting the door in both their faces.

Max’s quiet chuckles pull Logan’s attention back to him, in time to realize his sudden collision had crushed the bouquet Max was holding.

“Oh my god, Max, I’m so sorry,” Logan says, frantic, as he tries to smooth out the crinkled brown paper.

Max's hand stops him, gentle and soothing. “It’s okay, Angel. They’re for you. You can do whatever you want to them.”

Looking up from his fussing, Logan blushes. “You got me flowers. Oh my god, they’re gorgeous!” He admires the arrangement of peonies and now-crushed lilies. “I love them, Max. I can’t believe they’re ruined,” he adds, still trying to reassemble a flattened lily into something resembling a flower.

Max takes Logan’s hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, Angel. I’ll buy you more. Don’t look so sad. Now,” he pulls back to look him over, eyes warm, “you look very pretty, baby. Let’s go so I can show everyone my pretty baby.”

“Okay,” is Logan’s shy reply as he clutches the bouquet close to his side with his free hand.

Max walks him to the car, their hands still joined. He’s pretty sure anyone looking can see heart emotes floating all around him.

At the passenger side, Max lets go of his hand and opens the door. “Your chariot, Angel.”

Logan slides in, heart fluttering. “Thank you.” He almost thinks Max is leaning in for a kiss, only to realize he’s reaching in to help with the seatbelt.

But Max is close. Too close. Logan can smell his cologne–warm and clean, with something darker underneath. His fingers graze Logan’s waist as he clicks the buckle into place.

“There,” Max murmurs, not moving back right away.

Their eyes meet. For a second too long.

Then Max exhales, smiles like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and gently shuts the door.

Logan stares straight ahead, cheeks burning, bouquet still clutched tight in his lap.

God help him. This was going to be a long night.

Logan would love to say he was normal for the rest of the car ride, but that would be a Sunday sin.

Max’s quiet focus, the sharp cut of his profile framed by the evening sun, and the weight of his palm resting casually on Logan’s knee—

It’s a miracle Logan didn’t melt into a puddle right there in the seat.

So the journey from the car to their private booth and even ordering is a bit of a haze, as Logan tries his best not to do something wildly out of social decorum.

The food arrives, and Logan pretends he cares more about his fish than the way Max’s knees keep brushing his like it’s nothing. He gets a few bites in while Max slices his steak with casual elegance. Everything about him is so composed. Logan wants to mess him up just a little.

“How’s your fish, Angel?” Max asks around a small smile.

“Do you want to try?” Logan offers, partly because he wants to see Max’s mouth do something other than smile like he knows all of Logan’s secrets. Partly because he's a brat.

Max raises an eyebrow. “You’ve barely had two bites.”

Logan flushes, eyes darting down to his neglected meal. “It’s good,” he mumbles, then stabs a piece of fish and holds it out.

To his surprise, Max leans in without hesitation and takes it from the fork, lips brushing it just slightly. His eyes stay on Logan as he chews, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You’re right. That is good.” His voice is smooth, rich, amused.

Logan’s about to respond, but Max is already picking up his own fork. “Your turn, Angel.” Before Logan can protest, Max is holding out a piece of steak, glistening with juice and perfectly sliced. “I can feed myself,” Logan says, but his voice is weak, teasing at best. “I know you can,” Max replies, coaxing the bite closer. “But I want to.” Logan hesitates only a second before leaning in and taking the bite.

It’s delicious. But it’s not the food that makes him dizzy. It’s the way Max watches him while he chews, like he’s cataloguing every expression. Like he’s learning him.

Another bite follows. Then another. Both of them trade bites, Logan lost entirely in the soft curl of Max’s smile and the warming silence between them. Then Max sets his utensils down.

His gaze lingers on Logan’s mouth a moment too long.

He reaches over and brushes sauce from the corner of Logan’s lip. “You always make the sweetest sounds when you like something, huh?” he murmurs, thumb trailing to his own lips without thinking.

Logan’s pulse skips.

Just then, the waiter swoops in, clearing their plates with practiced efficiency. Another places a pair of dessert menus on the table with a polite smile. Max picks one up, studying it. Logan does the same, though there’s nothing on the menu he wants more than Max again.

“See anything you want for dessert, Angel?” Max asks quietly from behind the menu.

“Nothing they can offer,” Logan replies, looking at Max.

Max’s brows lift, amused. “No?”

Logan shakes his head in agreement and leans in just a little, voice soft. “I want something else.”

It earns him a squeeze to his thigh and a slow, knowing look from Max.

“Are you sure, Angel? Not even an espresso?” Max teases, their faces close now.

Logan’s eyes drop to his mouth, then back up again. He clutches at the hand on his thigh. “Yes. Now take me home, Maxie.”

Max, calm as ever, closes the menu and signals for the check. “Okay, Angel. Let’s go.”

The car ride is quiet, but the air between them thrums. Logan’s hand rests in Max’s, his thumb moving slow, deliberate. Neither of them says much. They don’t need to.

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Max’s place is dim and clean, all sharp edges and soft light. He doesn’t waste time, pressing Logan back into the door. “Angel,” he murmurs, lips brushing near his temple. “Thought I’d have to suffer through dessert before I could taste you.”

Logan’s fingers curl into Max’s shirt, dragging him closer.

Max kisses him, firm and focused. Logan melts into it, hands in his hair, heart racing. Max slots a thigh between Logan’s legs, holding him there. The friction is instant, Logan gasps. Max deepens the kiss.

He tilts Logan’s head, tongue sliding deeper as his thigh presses up again. Logan groans, hips grinding down with a soft, desperate noise.They move together, slow and close. Logan is hard now, grinding against the press of Max’s thigh, every drag making him breathless.

Max finally pulls back, just slightly. “Want me to take care of you, Angel?” he asks, voice thick with heat.

Logan glares, flushed and panting. “I should’ve let you suffer through dessert if you’re just going to tease me.”

Max smiles, unexpectedly soft. There’s a flicker of something boyish in the way he looks at Logan, the way his hand comes up to stroke his cheek. He brushes a strand of hair away from Logan’s forehead, gaze lingering on the flush in his cheeks, the way he’s pressed up against him.

“I’m not teasing, Angel,” he murmurs, voice low but sincere. “I want to take care of you. In my bed.”

Logan’s breath catches. That look, steady and wanting, makes something in him twist. He nods, the tension in his glare giving way to something else entirely. ��Do it then,” he says, just loud enough for Max to hear.

Max leans in for another kiss, slower this time, lips dragging just enough to make Logan shiver. Then he takes his hand and leads him through the apartment, guiding him down the hall with practiced ease and barely leashed hunger.

Logan barely registers entering the bedroom. He’s watching Max instead. The way he moves. The way he turns to face him, thumb still tracing his knuckles like he can’t stop touching him.

Max tugs him in close again. “Tell me if anything’s too much,” he murmurs. “Anything at all. I need to hear you say it, Angel.”

Logan nods, breath catching. “I will.”

Max brushes their noses together. “You have a safeword?”

His voice is warm, careful. One hand cups Logan’s jaw, thumb stroking gently as he waits. Logan’s voice is quiet. “Dolphins.”

Max kisses him again, slower this time, with a tenderness that makes Logan shiver. “Good.”

He undresses him without hurry, piece by piece, like he’s unwrapping something he’s wanted for a long time. His lips graze warm skin; his fingers leave deliberate trails down Logan’s arms, across his waist, the curve of his back.

When Logan’s finally bare on the sheets, flushed and watching him with wide eyes, Max just looks. For a long moment, he takes him in, every inch, spread out for him.

Then he moves closer, crawling over him, gaze heavy and dark.

Logan shivers, feeling his skin break into gooseflesh in anticipation.

Keening softly, the sound catching in his throat before it escapes. He reaches for Max to pull him in. Max follows easily, swallowing Logan’s keen with a kiss, slow and deep, his weight pressing Logan into the sheets.

Max fits between his thighs easily, broad and solid in a way that makes Logan feel spread open, filled out just from the way they slot together. Logan curls his legs around Max’s hips, arching up to meet the heat of him as his hands go to his neck.

Max is still dressed, every single part of Logan’s body feels like a live wire as he feels Max trail his hands from his face to his sides, stroking soothingly, before he brushes against the red head of Logan’s cock before he lowers his lips to take a nipple in the heat of his mouth.

Logan gasps, hands coming to clutch at Max’s head. “No Maxie. Wan– need you inside this time please.”

One of Logan’s hands slides down, trying to guide Max where he wants him.

“Need me inside, Angel?” Max murmurs, voice thick against his mouth.

Logan nods, barely able to form words. “Yeah. I—God, yeah.”

Max’s thumb brushes across the tight ring of muscle, slow and deliberate, pushing just enough to make Logan gasp, head falling back.

Every nerve feels lit, his body aching in anticipation, in want.

“Tell me what you need, Angel,” Max says lowly, his hand dragging down Logan’s thigh to keep him open.

Logan breathes out a soft whimper. “You. Just—your fingers, you inside, please.”

Max reaches across him to the bedside, grabbing lube and a condom with practiced ease. Logan watches, breath catching, his thighs still parted around Max’s hips.

Max slicks his fingers, eyes flicking up to Logan’s face. “Breathe for me, Angel.”

Logan nods shakily, his chest rising with each quick inhale. “Hurry, please.”

Max’s fingers are there just one circling, teasing. His other hand holds Logan’s hips, keeping him still, the touch feeling like a red-hot brand. Max leans down, kissing and nipping at Logan’s neck.

His mouth moves down Logan’s chest, sucking, biting, before latching onto his nipple, lavishing it with his tongue and teeth. He switches to the other nipple, repeating the process, all the while Logan writhes beneath him, whimpering, begging.

Logan’s body strains, the only thing he can move is his chest, pushing into Max’s waiting mouth, as Max holds him down with deliberate pressure.

Max’s fingers tug at the ring of muscle, making Logan gasp in relief before resuming their slow, teasing motion. Frustrated, Logan pleads, “Please, Maxie just one finger, please.”

Logan finally feels the finger push in, he moans as his body clenches, already trying to pull Max deeper. “Fuck–Max. More, more more please I can take it.” The feeling of Max’s finger is thicker than Logan’s own, and Logan bites down on his fingers to quiet himself, trying to hold back the desperate sounds.

“You’re doing so good, Angel” Max murmurs, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Are you going to keep being good for me?”

Logan nods, and a second finger follows, easing in beside the first. Logan arches, biting down on his fingers to stifle the loud moans spilling. Max works him open carefully, his free hand smoothing over Logan’s hip, grounding him.

Then, a third finger slides in, and Max curls them just right as he licks up Logan’s neck, biting at his earlobe. “Maxie! Maxie, Maxie,” Logan chants, his breath hot against Max’s skin

He continues to brush Logan’s prostate, as he spreads his fingers, stretching him out. Logan feels himself get strung tighter and tighter with each brush, each deliberate press against it “Maxie—God, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop!” Logan pleads.

“Want to see you fall apart on my fingers Angel,” Max breathes, voice caught somewhere between reverent and wrecked. “Want you to take me so well.” Suddenly, he’s coming untouched as Max watches eyes hungry as Logan clings to him and thrashes trying to get away from the continuous massage.

“Safeword?” Max asks, fingers stilling.

“No—no, don’t stop, I like it,” Logan pleads, teetering on the edge of overstimulation and slipping headfirst into another orgasm as he moans through it.

When Max finally pulls his fingers out, Logan whines at the loss.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Max murmurs, “I’m gonna give you something better.”

He pulls off his shirt, and though Logan is boneless from the back-to-back orgasms, he still reaches up to try and unbutton Max’s jeans. His fingers fumble, uncoordinated, but eager.

Max chuckles at the effort, covering Logan’s hands with his own to help guide them through the buttons before pushing his pants down.

Then, with surprising gentleness, he grabs his discarded T-shirt and uses it to wipe Logan’s chest clean.

Logan moans, hips jumping as the shirt brushes his spent cock. “I’m ready, Maxie, I am—please.”

Max kisses him once more, deep and hot, before reaching for the condom. “Keep those legs around me, Angel.”

Logan obeys, desperate and trembling, as Max rolls the condom on and slicks himself up.

Logan watches, eyes wide, drinking in the sight of Max’s cock—girthy in a way that suddenly makes sense of how long he spent stretching him open.

Then Max lines himself up, gaze locked with Logan’s, waiting.

“Still want it, Angel?”

Logan nods, pupils blown, lips parted. “Yeah. Want you.”Max presses in slowly, inch by inch. Logan’s breath stutters, hands gripping Max’s shoulders like he might break apart from the stretch and heat. He forces himself to breathe.

Max kisses him, then trails lower, sucking and biting love bites down his neck as his fingers brush over Logan’s already sensitive nipples. That touch makes Logan finally relax, and when Max bottoms out, they both moan—Max buried to the hilt, Logan trembling beneath him.

“Fuck,” Logan whispers. “You feel... so deep, Maxie. Feel you in my throat.”

Max leans down, voice rough against his ear. “You’re taking me so well, Angel. My perfect fucking fit.”

Logan brings a hand to his stomach, brushing over the skin where he can feel the pressure of Max buried so deep inside him. His fingers tremble where they rest on his stomach, overwhelmed by the fullness, the stretch, the raw intimacy of it all. Max is everywhere: inside him, over him, around him, and Logan feels like he’s coming undone at the seams.

Max begins to move, slow at first, pulling out just enough before pressing back in with a grind that makes Logan gasp. “Fuck, Max,” he whimpers, hands clawing at his back now, legs tightening around his waist.

Max keeps his slow pace. He shifts just slightly, and Logan cries out, arching up with a sob, that spot inside him lit up like a live wire. “There?” Max asks, smug.

Logan nods furiously, fingers digging into Max’s back. “There, Maxie, right there, don’t stop.”

“You’re doing so good, baby boy,” Max murmurs against his throat, voice thick and reverent. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

Logan tilts his head back, giving Max more skin to mark, and Max doesn’t waste the invitation. His mouth finds the curve of Logan’s jaw, biting just hard enough to make him cry out, hips stuttering up to meet Max’s thrusts.

They find a rhythm: deep, slow, relentless, and Logan clings to him like he’s the only thing tethering him to the earth.

Every drag of Max’s cock hits his prostate, making stars burst behind Logan’s eyes. He can’t stop the sounds spilling from his lips—moans, gasps, broken whimpers of Maxie and please and don’t stop.

He’s so close. Logan reaches down to stroke his cock, only to find his wrists pinned above his head in Max’s grip.

“No, Angel,” Max says, voice dark and low. “want to see how many times you can come just from my cock.”

He punctuates the words with a sharp grind against Logan’s already abused prostate, making him moan, the sound high and helpless.

It doesn’t take much after that. Logan’s coming for the third time that night, spilling across both their chests, body tightening around Max as the orgasm rips through him.

He’s still shaking when Max pulls out, only to flip him over and press back in. Logan feels his eyes roll back at the continued onslaught of pleasure as Max pulls him up against his chest.

Supported by Max’s body, thighs spread wide over his, Logan lets his head fall back against Max’s shoulder. Max’s hands grip his waist, lifting and lowering him onto his cock in slow, deep thrusts.

Logan feels delirious. He just came, and yet another orgasm is already building low in his gut. His hands claw behind him for purchase, scrabbling at Max’s arms, his thighs, anything solid.

The only sounds in the room are the wet slap of skin and Logan’s soft, punched-out moans each time Max drives up into him, unrelenting.

Logan's moans are ragged now, each one torn from his throat as Max holds him steady and thrusts up, deep and deliberate. He’s trembling in Max’s grip, thighs quivering with overstimulation, but he doesn’t want it to stop, can’t even imagine wanting anything else.

“Fuck, Angel,” Max groans into his neck, biting down gently before kissing over the mark. “You’re so good. Look at you, taking it like you were made for me.”

Logan whimpers, too far gone to respond with anything but a choked moan. His body is burning, buzzing, barely holding together, but the way Max is fucking him, slow, hungry, reverent it grounds him through the haze.

Then Max shifts his angle, and Logan screams, back arching as his prostate gets hit dead-on again and again. His hands claw down Max’s thighs, anchoring himself against the brutal wave rolling through him.

“Maxie, I—” His voice breaks. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m coming again, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, Angel. Give it to me,” Max pants, sweat-slicked chest pressing to Logan’s back as he rocks up harder, faster, relentless. “Come on, baby, one more for me. Just one more.”

It crashes over him with no warning—Logan cries out, body locking up tight around Max as he comes again barely a squirt, untouched, ruined, and shaking.

Max curses under his breath, hips stuttering. “Fuck —Logan—Angel, fuck, you feel so good—”

With a low groan, Max buries himself to the hilt and spills into the condom, his grip tightening around Logan’s hips hard enough Logan hopes they bruise. Max rides it out in short, shallow thrusts, his body trembling just as much as Logan’s.

For a long moment, the only sound is their heavy breathing.

Then Max presses a kiss to the top of Logan’s shoulder, voice hoarse but tender. “You okay, Angel?”

Logan, wrecked and floating, nods slowly and hums. “Yeah,” he whispers, letting his head fall back against Max’s shoulder. “Think you broke me. In a good way.”

“Good because, your mine. Angel”

Max holds him close, neither of them moving for a while. The rise and fall of their chests start to sync, Logan still trembling faintly in Max’s lap, every nerve ending spent.

“You did so good,” Max murmurs, kissing Logan’s shoulder again, then trailing soft kisses down his spine. “So good for me.”

Logan smiles, eyes still closed, letting himself melt against Max’s chest. “You always talk like that after you ruin people?” he says, voice sleepy, teasing.

“Only when I like them,” Max replies, nuzzling into the curve of Logan’s neck.

Eventually, Max shifts gently, easing Logan off his lap and onto the bed. Logan lets out a soft whine as he slips out, and Max chuckles under his breath.

“I know, baby. Let me take care of you.”

He pads off to the bathroom and returns a minute later with a warm, damp cloth. Logan watches him, chest aching a little in the best way. Max moves carefully, cleaning him up with gentle strokes, murmuring soft things under his breath that make Logan’s heart flutter more than the mind-blowing sex did.

When he's done, Max tosses the cloth aside and climbs back into bed, pulling Logan into his arms. Logan nestles in without hesitation, tucking his face into Max’s chest and sighing as the warmth of his body settles around him.

“Comfortable?” Max asks, stroking his back.

“Mmhmm. Best pillow in the world.”

Max tilts his head down and kisses his temple. “Good. Want you comfortable”

Logan hums again,. “You’re soft after sex. I like it. Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” Logan asks eyes peaking up at Max.

“I just made you cum four times in my bed,” Max says with a low laugh. “Yes Angel, this means I’m your boyfriend and you’re mine. ”

Logan flushes, hiding his face. “Don’t bully me when I’m fragile. Just had to confirm.”

“I would never Angel,” Max says, smiling into his hair.

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Author's Note: I'm sorry for the 5 month wait. But this universe is not over! on AO3 im gonna continue writing little blurbs for it. I love the way everyone's character kind of came to be as I was writing.

anyways thank u so much for the love!!!!

i have not heavily edited fair warning i just wanted to put it out there for you.

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