#and so i have to get you to shut up about it to protect you

[00gyu]

mingyu as your best friend

mingyu x f. reader + NSFW starts under the cut 🩶

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best friend!mingyu who you first met once at a party of a mutual friend

best friend!mingyu who immediately felt a spark of attraction to you the moment he made eye contact with you at that same party

best friend!mingyu who easily weasels his way into your life, excitedly texting you about anything and everything

best friend!mingyu who quickly becomes your best friend and the person you trust the most

best friend!mingyu who starts becoming more physically affectionate, giving you a hug as he picks you up after class, constantly having his arm around you when you’re out with your mutual friends and loving the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder when you start getting sleepy

best friend!mingyu who you can’t help but develop feelings for. he’s just so sweet and caring and he always tells you how pretty you look

best friend!mingyu who finally takes it a step further as you’re cuddling him while watching a movie in his bed

best friend!mingyu who you somehow end up shirtless with. you don’t remember exactly how it happened, but you’re not complaining

best friend!mingyu who loves the way your body feels againts his, loves the feeling of your soft skin as he wraps his arms around you protectively

best friend!mingyu who at this point isn’t paying attention to the movie anymore, instead opting for looking at your pretty face

best friend!mingyu who wants nothing more than to kiss you as you turn your head to look him in the eyes, questioning why he’s staring

best friend!mingyu who doesn’t say anything in return, as his hands slowly start wandering your body, mapping out your skin and leaving you with goosebumps everywhere he’s touched you

best friend!mingyu whose hand eventually ends up at the waistband of your cute little sleepshorts, one of his fingers teasingly dipping in to feel the lace of your panties

best friend!mingyu who is always so sweet and protective as he asks you if you want to continue. you nod your head in return, not breaking the intense eye contact that makes you feel exposed but exhilerates you at the same time.

“i need your words, baby,” he whispers, not wanting to do anything without your verbal consent.

“yes gyu, want it, please touch me,” you whisper back. as if talking at full volume would somehow break the spell that has settled over the both of you. you’re sure this is a dream, but when his hand finally snakes into your sleepshorts fully, the feeling is so intense and so real it leaves you a little breathless. he’s soft and careful with his touches, cupping your pussy and feeling just how ruined your panties already are.

“this wet from just a little bit of cuddling, hmm?,” he asks and his eyes darken a little, soft smile turning into more of a confident, hungry smirk

best friend!mingyu who simply pushes your panties to the side as he runs two of his fingers through your folds, collecting some of your wetness before pushing the tips of his fingers inside

best friend!mingyu who fucking giggles at your pout when he removes his fingers from your pussy, only to have your pout to turn into a soft gasp when he fully inserts them. his digits are longer and bigger than your own, reaching further than you could by yourself and it has you squirming against the hold of his other arm around your body

best friend!mingyu who feels himself growing hard at the perfect little noises you let out as he sets a pace with his fingers. he’s imagined this scenario in his head countless times, but nothing could compare to actually having you like this. your eyes have slipped shut from the pleasure, and he knows you can feel his erection digging into your thigh from where his leg is thrown over yours

best friend!mingyu who speeds up a little and starts rubbing little circles into your clit with his thumb. you’re so impossibly wet and you keep moaning out whenever he curls his fingers and it’s doing amazing things to his ego

best friend!mingyu who sends you over the edge into your orgasm the moment his lips find yours into a messy kiss. he keeps his pace on your pussy and clit, working you through your high as his tongue dips into your mouth

best friend!mingyu who breaks the kiss only to bring his glossy fingers up to his mouth to taste your sweet arousal

best friend!mingyu who asks you to be his girlfriend right after making you come. of course you agree, you’ve wanted nothing more than this for ages

boyfriend!mingyu who really doesn’t change much about your relationship after becoming your boyfriend, besides the fact he now gets to touch you and fuck you whenever he wants

[ervotica]

steve if he thinks you got hurt in a battle and you didn’t - the RELIEF that would wash over this man

fem!reader; steve finds you after the battle with vecna. you confess to doing something stupid, and steve cuddles you stupid ✩

For the most part, your injuries are superficial. Claret caked in a smearing line over your temple, matting a few stray curls to the side of your head, a couple of rogue handprints against your pulse point, fingerprints marked in blood on your skin, and a twisted ankle that’ll heal on its own with some ice and elevation.

You’re back in Eddie’s trailer, the curly haired boy propped against your shoulder as you wrestle him upright to wrap sheet after sheet of bandages over his midriff. Eddie can feel your panic like a dumbbell pressed to his chest, your eyes flitting upward at every sound as though something is about to jump out and savage you.

“So, you and Harrington, huh?” Eddie fixes you with a sidelong glance, corners of his mouth tipping up teasingly.

“I know. You think it’s weird, right?”

Eddie hisses as you wrap a particularly sore spot, brows pinching into a frown. He keeps talking despite the throbbing in his side.

“Not weird. Just… unexpected. I get why you didn’t tell me.” You pull his t-shirt back over his ribs - now obscured by a thick layer of padding - and twirl his hair into a frizzy ponytail at the nape of his neck while he talks, pleased for the distraction from waiting for Steve’s return.

“I didn’t tell you cause I thought you’d be weird about it or something. Like… I know what school was like for us, and I didn’t want you to think less of me because I love him. He’s a great guy, Ed.”

“You love him, huh?” he coos.

“Shut up. I hate you.” you snort.

You drop your head to Eddie’s shoulder. Maybe chasing after those demobats behind him wasn’t your smartest move, but you have your best friend — alive, whole, and almost back to his full annoying self.

You’re so diligently pleading your case to your theatrical best friend you almost miss Steve slip through the crack in the door. Your lashes twitch when he makes a beeline for you.

“Hey, honey,” he sighs. You feel every one of his muscles uncoil as he wraps himself around you, a protective hand curled over the back of your head. “I was worrying about you, sweet girl.”

“Hey, Stevie,” you coo. You feel strangely close to tears already, throat thick and clogged with it. Eddie busies himself hobbling to the kitchen in search of snacks. “You’re okay?”

“I’m fine, angel. Show me your leg?”

“My leg’s fine!” you blurt, speech jilted with an incredulous laugh. He turns up a few steps from death’s door, and his priority is your fat ankle. “Just…sit. Let me look at you properly, yeah?”

“Let me stay like this for a sec, okay?” He’s wrapped an arm and a leg over your body, crouched where you’re sitting on the carpeted floor. His voice is a whisper against your skin. Then louder with a question. “Whose blood is this, angel?”

“Eddie’s, probably,” you answer round a yawn. “Bats got a chunk out of him.”

“Okay.” He smears a kiss at your jaw. “Why are you so covered, baby?”

“‘Cause I’m a really great friend?” You grimace, eyes crinkling as you prepare yourself for the brunt of the confession. “And maybe… maybe ‘cause I went out there to save his ass.”

You hide your face against the hollow of Steve’s throat, feeling oddly close to crying again. The sting of tears pervades your sinuses, lips pursed in a futile attempt to keep it at bay.

“I couldn’t let him die, Stevie. He was all I had once, you know.”

“You’re too fucking sweet for your own good, you know that?” he murmurs, rocking back on his heels until you’re well and truly trapped in his embrace, squished and helpless as he kisses every inch of you. “My girl. I love you, you self-sacrificing idiot.”

You snort, squeezing him with as much gusto as his injuries will allow. “For the record, Eddie’s the self-sacrificing one. Not me! Be mad at him. I’m just his knight in shining armour, duh.”

“Okay, angel.” Steve’s voice is thick, and your hands cradle his cheeks when he tilts downward to gather more of you up and into his grasp. “Don’t do it again though, okay? I was so worried about you.”

You sniff, lips smacking wetly over his jaw. “You know I’d do it for you too, handsome.”

“And I’d do anything for you. But let’s not let it come to that too often. Deal?”

“Deal.” You let him wrestle you into another squeezing cuddle. “We should just stay in bed tomorrow or something, right?” Giggling, you press your forehead to Steve’s cheek. “I think my house fell into a hole.”

“You can stay with me, angel,” he laughs. “I don’t want to be away from you, anyway.”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a groan from his firm place on the couch. “For the record, this is disgusting,” He obnoxiously crunches a - most definitely stale - Dorito between his front teeth. “But I guess this is cute, or whatever.” He points at Steve, eyes narrowed. “If you’re ever mean to her, I swear to God I will hunt you down, Harrington.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Steve shrugs, smearing yet another kiss over your face.

You suppose there’s worse ways to experience the end of the world.

[simp-ly-writes]

To Be Someone To You

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.8)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You started your new life, got a new job and making new friends yet it seemed no matter how hard you tried to forget about him- Jayce's presence always lingered in your life and it seems that even he himself is not ready or willing to be out of it- he begs you not to be stranger, we only want to be someone to you.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, protective! jealous! grovelling! Jayce, some emotional angst but a LOAD of fluff (potentially cheesy) and mutual pining, kissing, teasing, sharing clothes, intoxication, a side-OC, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce, not beta read.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 4,814 | PART ONE | PREV PART | NEXT PART

─ · · A/N: THEY ARE JUST SO UGH, I NEED IT- PLEASE 😩‼️

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─ · · The carriage continued down the road and into a neighbouring region. You were shocked to see various members of the local guard awaiting your presence and helping you out of the carriage before leading you towards their parliament buildings. To your equal shock people waved and smiled once seeing you, what the hell did Jayce do now? You ask yourself standing in front of the prime ministers desk. "We have been expecting your arrival Miss (last/name). Councillor Talis had informed us..." you zoned out for the rest of his speech nodding along until Ximena Talis squeezed your hand, bringing you back to reality, "...we have a few professors and scholars in the area that would love to work with you if you are interested Miss?"

You smile and nod, "I would love to take that opportunity, thank you." An assistant suddenly comes in running, "this way, ma'am," they lead out of the office and back out onto the street, pointing you in the direction of the university before the parliament doors shut behind you and seemingly on your old life.

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─ · · In the next coming days that turned into weeks you worked alongside Evren, a professor and active researcher at the local university as his new lab and teaching assistant. It felt great to meet new people, be back in the lab space, and to see all of Evren's students, you loved your new position getting to work with the next generation of scientists and develop their skills yet it always surprised you how excited they were to talk with and learn from you.

─ · · You could scoff remembering your first day sitting in Evrens' office as he walked you through the learning material and basic questions students commonly asked that you could filter for him. You were beyond anxious to mess something up or to have a hoard of students calling after you yet Evren only taught the upper years and from having such small classes he really only needed you to grade work and developing new material with him.

─ · · Evren always made sure you were comfortable and confident before leaving you with the students or in the lab when he had to take a step away. He even helped you to move in to your's and Xiema's new apartment and bought a wine bottle for you all to share while building furniture (class was cancelled that next morning as you all stayed up way too late laughing and sharing stories).

"Do you know I was married for a year?" he asks you, cheeks flushed red from the booze in his system as he fixed his glasses- an anxious tick. "No way, really?" you asked, leaning forwards in your seat with wide eyes as Xiema scoffed mentioning she was heading to bed as you two waved her goodbye for the night. "Yeah, high school sweetheart turned out not so... sweet. Stole all my work and designs I had yet to publish."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Evren," you say, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he shrugs, fixing his curly brown hair. "Well," he begins in a matter-of-factly tone, "I actually thanked her for doing so since I came up with a better idea the next week." You throw your head back laughing as his dry commentary, your heart racing remembering how Viktor used to talk to you like this. You face soon falls remembering the man Viktor connected himself to... Jayce.

"Hey, everything alright?" Evren's face falls, green eyes looking into yours with concern as you pull away and look distantly through the window. "Just... remembering past things," you try and move conversation, feeling anger, pain, and sadness starting to boil underneath your skin the more you think about it. "Favourite book?" Evren asks into the dead air as you look at him with relief for not asking any further questions- he seems to silently understand what you were going through internally and you were thankful for it.

"Asking all the hard questions aren't you now," you tease before burying yourself into the blankets on the couch as he throws you a pillow, "don't fall asleep on me now-" Evren begins to say seeing you ready to doze off. A wave of deja vu flashes over you and see Jayce's eyes looking into your own before blinking them away to see green again. Evren now looks exceptionally concerned, "I wasn't going to press earlier but I am worried about you, friend."

You smile at the term, something you both established at the beginning as many of the students "shipped" you two together. "I just hate that I miss him. Hate that I always check the death lists coming from Piltover- wait to see his name as they study corpse after corpse. I just feel disgusted with myself for..." you fail to continue your sentence, confused as to what to say next.

The thought of Jayce Talis made your heart race and equally ache, he made your blood boil and yet when you flipped through one of the few journals you packed, you broke down at the messages and jokes he wrote to you in the margins, you couldn't help but cry for everything you had lost. You swore to see him sometimes between the ailes of bookshelves in the library, at the market, or out of the corner of your eye. But when you would walk closer, you would either just walk right through the mist of him or just blink him away like another fleeting thought.

You were bitter towards that fact as you regretted your final moments together. You knew your feelings were in the right but looking back, you would have made the same choices that Jayce did. Trying to play into that fantasy future you both could have had for as long as possible... knowing the inevitable. Giving yourself that peace to enjoy every moment no matter how short as if nothing could come in between you both. It pained you with want just pleading with your past self to step back into that council room and just hold him, go against your pain and your anger and just have lived a little moment longer.

Evren holds out his hand and seeing that you don't take it he gently flicks the side of your head, "It's okay to be frustrated. You hate them because you loved them once, nothings wrong with working through emotions at our own pace."

"Thank you Evren... I really needed to hear that," you respond, closing your heavy eyes. "Goodnight, (name)," he whispers before you hear the door lock closed behind you for the night.

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─ · · Your daily schedule continued as it usually did yet today felt different and the title of todays paper only concerted that, 'councillors working together to build stronger cities'. Piltover and Zaun were combining resources to rebuild- your heart ached remembering this is what Viktor and Jayce worked so hard towards... and now they wouldn't be able to see their vision finally coming to life. Near the end of the newspaper it noted that the final list of the deceased would be out by the end of the week, and still not sights on the name Jayce Talis.

─ · · You stumbled into Evrens office later that day holding coffees for you both as you apologized for being late, the shock of the headlines still ringing through your head, "shit sorry I'm late, did you get a chance to read the news yet- its crazy I never thought this day would..." you slowly stop talking once not hearing Evren respond, hanging up your jacket over his as he stares at you, leaning against a windowsill with an apologetic look on his face before walking over and pulling you in for small hug.

You pat his back, "bad day already?" you mumble with a slight groan not looking forwards to it. You feel Evren shake his head before another voice clears their throat from behind you both. You feel as Evren jumps in your arms before he pulls away and grips your shoulders, forcing you not to look just yet. "I promise you that I had no idea, if I had I would have screened you first and this was not my choice and-"

You take a deep breath before looking over and your heart drops seeing... "Jayce?" sitting behind Evrens desk glaring at the other mans hold on you before catching your eyes and smiling anxiously. You can feel the world slow, your vision tunnelling to his smile and the shake in his hands he tries to hide by holding them together. Blinking away tears, as he slowly nods and stands, you hold out your hand, silently asking him to stay in his spot. "Am I seeing things, Ev?" you ask in a small voice, unsure.

Evren takes his time to respond, "that is Councillor Talis," he confirms before starting to move out of the room to give you both space yet you reach out and grip his hand for support. You look at Evren, "thank you, I'll be in lecture soon." He nods, giving your hand a squeeze and shuts the door softly behind himself.

"I know you must be confused but please allow me to explain-" Jayce begins before you cut him off with a heated glare. "No, Councillor Talis. You will fucking listen to me when I say you shouldn't be here after what you did to me. You said you were going to die, going to leave me, and yet you have the audacity to stand before me and plead?" You watch as Jayce's expression falls, his shoulders dropping as his head lowers apologetically, shuffling on the spot as if you kicked a puppy- your heart aches and you only become more frustrated.

"No Councillor you don't deserve to be moping around after the utter shit you pulled trying to play hero. I won't thank you, won't get on my knees and worship you- no. Do you understand how many nights I held myself sobbing to sleep, thought to see you- to hear you, desperate to feel you?" you are vibrating with anger, electricity flowing through your veins power by the passion in your heart.

"I do understand," Jayce's tone is firm, a warning to your heart for what is to come. You watch as he walks over and stands before you, his head tilting down and cocking to the side as he looks over your features distantly with dark eyes- you hate yourself for blushing.

"When I got stuck in the rune, I was forced to see your dead body before you consumed my every. waking. thought. It was your voice that called me back to you, that allowed me not to feel the pain in my leg, the ache in my ribs from starving. The thought of your touch against my body propelled by every step. I didn't stop- wouldn't stop until I knew you were safe... and you know what happened afterwards," Jayce allows a smirk to form across his features once seeing you subconsciously bite the inside of your cheek before taking a few steps back as you let out a breath you didn't know to be holding.

You walk after him as Jayce moves to leave against the desk. You stand in front of him before slapping him straight across the face. Jayce flexes his jaw, licking away the taste of iron building in his mouth. He looks back at you with wide, remorseful eyes and press lips- your blood boils, "I fucking hate your face."

"Mhmm?" Jayce hums, imploring you to continue getting your anger out. You take a step closer, standing in between his legs as you grip the lapels to his coat, knuckles turning white, "I hate that I'll always listen to everything you say and desire your touch. Hate that I still care about you, that I still want you. I hate myself! Hate my weak heart and yet I still let you have it- I fucking hate that I can't move on. Can't function a day without thinking to see you. I HATE YOU- hate that I love you, Jayce!" You punch and sob into his chest, utterly tried and longing for him to comfort you in a way no one else could as large warm palms hold you closely and tightly to his chest.

His beard tickles the top of your head, ruining your styled hair and yet you can't find it in yourself to care about anything. You feel sick with yourself for almost moaning when he kisses the side of your head and hums his apologies into your hear. You are embarrassed with yourself as you shake your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'll do anything for you to be mine again... and if you can't accept that just yet or even ever... I just want to be someone to you- just not strangers, never strangers... please," Jayce begs, squeeze your hips once feeling you starting to pull away but letting go once seeing your puffy eyes mirroring his own.

"I would say yes to everything now, Jayce. But I know that wouldn't be good for either of us knowing what happened last time," you explain as Jayce lowers his head into a nod, "I love you," he speaks softly.

"I know, I know," you respond, taking a deep breath before picking up your notes and learning material, "and thats why you are going to leave me alone for awhile... just so we both can sort though ourselves and come back with clearer minds." Jayce chuckles a little, "what part of me do you need a clearer image on, sweetheart?" he teases watching as you groan and huff your way to the door.

"Goodbye, Jayce," you twist open the doorknob only to feel a hand on your shoulder, holding your movements, "not goodbye- never again," Jayce says while looking into your eyes sternly. You raise your chin, "of course.... see you later then?" you try and say yet it comes out more like a question. Jayce smiles, your heart skips a beat, "better, see you later," he leans forwards to kiss you but ends up kiss air as you flee down the hallway smiling to yourself. Jayce sighs, watching as you turn down the hall and out of sight, back to square one.

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─ · · You feel bad that Evren paused the class as soon as you appeared, checking over your face and telling you to spin three times to ensure you were a-okay. The rest of the students fell into a hysteria and all you wanted was for his lesson to continue and for life to move on. "I'll beat of that councillor if you need me to miss!" "Would you ever consider going back?" "If he were ugly he wouldn't have gotten away with all of the shit he pulled!"

"Silence!" Evren ordered as everyone fell back into their seats and reopened their journals, you looked towards your friend with thanks, seating yourself beside him as you finished marking the papers before you, inputting the grades into your tables to help take your mind away. The class went by more quickly than you thought once zoning out, "how about a nice long lunch break this afternoon?" Evren asks, holding out your coat with a smile.

"Is coffee included?" you ask, offering a small smile watching as his grows, "of course it is."

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─ · · "So tell me, am I going to have to hire another assistant?" Evren asks, stirring the sugar in his coffee while watching your expression tick with annoyance. "I'm not jumping his bones as soon as I see him, at least not again after thinking him to be dead." Evren kicks his feet in laughter, the table jumping with the movement as you kick his shin, mumbling for your friend to, shut the hell up.

"I mean... I would jump his bones. Did you see that oxford shirt?" Evren groans, twirling his non-existent long hair as you roll your eyes. "And here I thought you had my back?"

"I do! I do, but after him threatening me... I think I questioned my sexuality-"

"WHAT?" it was your turn to yell as other cafe-goers looked between the two of you in question. You sunk down into your chair, embarrassed yet eyes demanding to know the answer as you took a sip of your coffee. Evren regretted his words not wanting to stress you out further but every time he would try and change conversation... you would only ask him again.

"Well... I think someone told him the wrong information about our relationship. I walked into my office not expecting anyone yet as I sorted through our schedule on the board and then next thing I knew a hand was being clamped down on my shoulder, the other on my hand in a tight shake..." Evren continued to recall the story of their interaction with Jayce who appeared to "size him up-" you scoffed.

"...and then he said to me," Evren lowers his tone watching as you shake your head at him, "...'I've killed gods and came back from the dead. If I hear that you've done anything against her- know that there isn't a place on this planet I won't be able to find you'."

"He said that?" you ask to confirm- Evren nods his head, chuckling, "He was so jealous saying it- I would have laughed if I wasn't so scared shitless."

"Oh god," you sigh out.

"Oh Jayce!" Evren mocks... whatever we're you going to do?

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─ · · It had been a few weeks since you had last seen Jayce. He had been sending flowers to your apartment with little notes attached that you kept in a box underneath your bed. Jayce also donated a very generous amount of money to your universities department and event sent service people to help fix your leaking sink and shower.

─ · · Jayce was very conscious about keeping physical space between the two of you just like you had asked. Even though it pained him listening to you talk in lecture as he stood at the back of the hall and when he stared down at the tattoo on his arm.

─ · · Everyday was a new challenge for you both not running to one another- it posed a new hurt that you both needed to feel mutually as you jotted down what you wanted out of your future the next time you both were to talk. Jayce on the other hand swirled your ring between his thumb and index finger, reminiscing on past dreams that if he waited just long enough could become his future.

─ · · Jayce always made sure to tell you when he was headed back to Piltover and for how long he would be gone since he was still needed at the Council as they rebuilt the cities and reestablished their trade routes and partners. As a parting gift, he offered you a shirt of his or left his jacket behind somewhere in your apartment when you were out a work and he visited his mother. Evren would also laugh when seeing you practically live out of the large jacket as you glared at him, daring him to say anything.

─ · · In one of his attached notes to a new pair of boots from the Zaun cobbler you liked he noted down Viktor's final words to you and worried for your letter back. You thankfully took the information well... or at least he couldn't see any tear stained pages or furiously written text, just thoughtfully exposed words in a mature understanding of the events. A part of you did wonder for a moment what a future with Viktor would have been like before realizing you both argued more than you agreed on things and the little moments you both shared were only possible because of meeting Jayce... Jayce, your heart heart longs for... and how could you refuse his affection when you wanted him just as much?

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─ · · A part of you was worried that your presence and relationship with Jayce was keeping him away from spending time with his mom but when you and Evren came back from the bar one night totally hammered, your drunken self was almost made sober by the shock of seeing Jayce open your front door for you once hearing you struggle with your keys.

"Had a good night there, sweetheart?" he asks in a loving and equally teasing tone as you fall into his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Wow, you're really here! Hey handsome," you giggle, feeling as his back muscles flex as he holds you up in his arms. Evren mumbles something about heading into your kitchen but all your groggy mind can think about is pawing at Jayce.

You stand on your toes, trying to kiss him. Jayce remembers your words of wanting space and moves his head to the side, your soft lips fall upon his beard with a huff, "mean! I wanted to kisss you since I misss you~" you slur your words together, suddenly becoming interested in your glimmering heels in comparison to Jayce's dress shoes, "I love how much bigger you are to me, always so warm and huggable," you giggle, feeling giddy with yourself before stepping away and running after Evren, "Ev! you should really get a hug from Jayce! He gives the best hugs!"

Evren picks his head up, eyes squinting to the dim kitchen lights to look at you and Jayce who watches your every moment, hands extended and ready to catch you as you wobble on the tiled floors and towards the fridge in search of a snack, oooh apples!

You turn around, fridge slamming behind you in search of a cutting board and blade. Jayce's heart drops as he wraps his arms from behind you, gently taking the knife from you and doing the job for you.

You lean your head back, smiling softly at the man before you- touching his clenched jaw with fascination, "you trimmed your beard, it looks good."

"Thank you," Jayce smiles before presenting you the plate. Removing himself from your touch as he looks around to hide the knife from you. "Are you sober enough to get home? Or should I put a fire on in the living room?" Evren points at himself as Jayce nods, "yes, you."

"I've been sober the whole time to watch over that one," Evren points over to you as you wave cheerfully back, snacking on your apple slices and offer one to him in which he accepts. "None for me?" Jayce teases as you shake your head, "No," you state coldly. Evren laughs, "You ready to get to bed?" he asks you.

You look between Evren and Jayce, "Get your mind out of the gutter," he shoves your shoulder as you laugh, pushing Evren on his back as he pretends to stumble over into the wall, "if you start shoving me, I may just have to report you to the dean," he teases as you narrow your eyes. Jayce crosses his arms watching as you two rile one another up. "You wouldn't dare!" you point your finger in his face.

Evren puts his palms up and shrugs, "Hey, I know that you're leaving by the end of the year anyways- what difference would a few months make?" He asks looking over at Jayce expectedly.

Your gaze also turns towards Jayce, eyes softening as you fall into his side. Jayce holds your upright, thumb gently rubbing the side of your arm. "Are you saying I can't hold a grudge?" you ask, feeling as Jayce fixes your hair our of your face.

"Well, I was trying not to say it like that-" you scoff as Evren treats you with a deadpan stare looking between you and Jayce expectantly. "This means nothing right now," you say, wrapping Jayces arm around your front and playing with his fingers. Jayce stiffens staring down at you yet you look forwards- having a silent conversation with Evren who sighs, "okay, goodnight you two. I can trust you to make sure she makes it to the couch, right?"

"Of course," Jayce says, squeezing you against him for a moment as you smile and wave goodbye to your friend, listening to the door close behind him before stepping out of his touch. "Did you... really mean that?" Jayce asks, not expecting a confident answer since you still appear under the influence.

"No, just had to stick it to him," Jayce chuckles before saying something he hopes you will not remember in the morning, "I miss you, so much... I just want you back but I'll wait... forever if I have to but I'll always live with hope." You look at Jayce for a long moment before heading towards your bedroom. Jayce stands there in the kitchen wondering if you even heard him before hearing your voice whisper-shout down the hall.

"I miss you too... I just want to make sure its more than that first."

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─ · · In the morning you her Xiema in the kitchen, the local news radio ringing through the apartment as you groan and place a pillow over your head, I really have to start saying no to nights out, I'm getting to old for this feeling...

─ · · You startle at the sound of a knock at your door, but Xiema's in the kitchen? Jayce sighs from behind the door, gently opening the door but not looking in as he calls to you, "Morning sweetheart, my mom told me to come and wake you up. Evren wrote in saying you both were..." Jayce contains a laugh, ""sick" this morning." You mumble something incoherent that Jayce only picks up the end of, "...come here."

─ · · Jayce opens your door fully before walking over to your bedside and crouching down to look at your face as you smile at him lazily. Pulling your hand from underneath the covers to hold his cheek, feeling as he nuzzles into your touch- closing his eyes as he drinks in the moment not knowing when the next time would come... if ever, he feels his heart drop as you watch his expression become pained. Guilt gnaws at your chest as you roll yourself over underneath the covers before patting at the empty spot.

Jayce opens his eyes, eyebrow raised as if to confirm. You nod your head and extend your hands to welcome his warmth to your side, intertwining your legs together as you rest your head on his arm and press a kiss to his chin, "I love you," your murmur, not confident enough to look at him in your soberness with the confession.

Jayce gently tips your head back in his direction, his other hand massages your thigh as you hum at the feeling while looking into his eyes filled with nothing short of pure adoration, "I love you too, princess."

You swat his chest before trying to crawl away, "no! you don't get to say that!" you yell into your pillow, holding it to your face once feeling his heavy arms wrap around your torso, touch calling you back to him. "Say what? princess?" he teases, purposefully using his groggy morning voice while taking away your pillow- you kick your feet. "Stop it," you huff, hair sticking up in all positions as you sit up and glare at him watching as his arm flexes from behind his head as he looks up at you, "I love watching your cheeks flush for me."

Your jaw drops as you are at a loss for words, "Jayce-" you warn feeling your heart rapidly beating in your chest. "I love hearing my name from between your lips." You throw yourself out of bed, "and I love you in my clothes."

"This is too much now, Jayce!" you plead for mercy (though you love it) as you run out down the hall and towards the kitchen as Jayce chases after you. "Morning Xiema!" you chime watching as she turns around to see Jayce hugging you form behind with a large smile that matches her own, "Good morning to you both, now who I made a few options..."

─ · · You all sit at the kitchen table together, passing food and the coffee pot. Jayce places an arm over the back of your chair, playing with your hair as you look apologetically towards his mom who just smiles brightly seeing you both together again.

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─ · · A/N: thinkin' 2 more chapters? 🤔 or... idk, I love these two together so much but I don't want to over do it! 😅

─ · · JAYCE TALIS TAGLIST: @sseleniaa @sunshiines-stuff @kiromiix @todorokishoe24 @w2momo @m-arj-1 @reid490 @kaminocasey @chickenlvr123

[chanelnumbermine]

2024 f2 boys when someone else compliments you | f2 grid picks x gn!reader

since u liked the previous part so much, i decided to write a little more and added franquito! he has a special place in my heart after this season (mentally i’m still in imola sprint). i’m very open to learn about more drivers and add them to the list! have a nice read!

pairing(s): ollie bearman x gn!reader, kimi antonelli x gn!reader, zane maloney x gn!reader, paul aron x gn!reader, pepe marti x gn!reader, luke browning x gn!reader, franco colapinto x gn!reader;

warning(s): itty bitty possessive behaviour, mostly cuteness!!

ollie bearman | prema —> haas f1

squeezes your hand and smiled politely

"thank you. they really do light up every room."

he says dryly and tries to shrug off this weird feeling in his chest

becomes a little stiff and after a while he asks

“do random people compliment you like that often?”

you shrug and smirk, seeing he’s a little jealous

“they were right, you look stunning. i should say that more often”

andrea kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg pertronas

he’s already a little flustered because you came over to see his family

you click with them instantly

"uh, thanks mom. i say it every day."

to him you’re the sweetest prettiest person ever and he sometimes forgets that other people can also see that

it’s just hard to remember about the whole world when he’s in your presence

you’re his and he’s fully yours, and he’ll spend the rest of the day clinging to you

he’s nott that good with words, but very good at making you feel loved

paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver

i bet it was one of your friends who complimented you

and paul? tries to outdo the other person with compliments

"you're not just radiant, darling, you look literally ethereal. you know, your eyes ere like the moon. so big and shiny."

thinks he's smooth

he's not

but he's adorable as hell, grinning like and idiot and spewing nonsense just to make you laugh

you'd have to kiss him to shut him up

“i was supposed to make you blush, not the other way around…”

zane maloney | rodin —> formula e

awkward as hell

could be even a little insecure

why would anyone dare compliment you? do they think they have a chance with you?

he tries not to show it, but is not good at it

"aww, are you pouting?" you teased him

he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck nervously

"what, me? you're seeing things"

please reassure him!! he’s the sweetest bunny

pepe marti | campos, red bull academy

"yeah, of course my baby looks beautiful tonight."

goes full on protective mode

could become sarcastic, maybe even passive-aggressive

"i knew this day would come. i have to fend off other admirers."

you laugh and poke his arm

"must be so hard having a beautiful partner, huh?"

huffs playfully and kisses your forehead

luke browning | hitech —> f2

he was joking around with his friends when one of them made an innocent cute comment about your looks

“i know, right? they make me look better just standing next to me”

tries to divert the attention from you

on the outside he seems quite normal, but inside he’s seething with jealousy

like, why would anyone feel the need to point out the obvious???

sneaks his arm around your waist

peppers your face with kisses when you have a little time alone

franco colapinto | mp —> williams racing

whatever the circumstances, he goes into full yapping mode

franco takes seizes every opportunity to brag about who he managed to pull

"right!! you see, mom, they bake the best cookies. one time, when we were in madrid, we ate those cinnamon buns i like so much and..."

he just wants everyone to know you're the best person he's ever had the privilege to meet

he wants to share all the best memories with his family! and has no filter

"no, sis, we weren’t drunk that much… oh, you’re totally right amor, we were, sorry”

the compliments are flowing from both sides, its very natural and franqui doesn’t get worked up at all

masterlist

[kaminocasey]

Hey! I'm gonna take advantage of your charity and incredible talent and ask me some Silco stuff, and I will make it very personal.

Im just a sucker for angsty fluff, so I was thinking something in the lines of reader works either in some restaurant where Silco goes or actually works in the last drop. And she's just having a rough couple of days and Silco finds out about it and just wants to help (maybe he gets frustrated because of it all, and goes all Silco, you know what I mean? Damn I'm gonna shut up now). But we all know Silco is not the most affectionate man, or at least shows it in weird (?) ways. I feel like it would be better (?) if they didn't have a relationship yet. But I'll leave it to your brilliance to do as you please, I have complete trust in your skills.

But remember, you don't have to do this if you don't feel like it of course.

Anyway, to much information already. So good luck, love your work, that brain of yours and you in general ❤️💙💛🤍

PS- do not allow me to make more requests, I will make them long, weird and I'll keep remembering more stuff to add and the next thing you know it's a full blown fic 🤣

Take All Your Sins

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, love!!! I was excited to do this one!!! This is going to be a two parter or MORE for SURE. <3 ilysm thank you again for your trust in me!!!

Summary: You work in the Last Drop and very close to Vander. What happens if Silco comes along and ruins that?

Pairing: Silco x Reader

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: Angst, sweet Silco, protective Vander, alcohol

Taglist Form | Arcane Masterlist

“If you have something else to do, I can finish those.” You come into the doorway of the kitchen, nodding toward the dishes that he’s doing. 

“I got ‘em. Almost done.” The older man smiles at you.

A few years ago, Vander gave you a place to stay when he found you out on the streets and ever since then, you were basically inseparable. His kids were like your own. 

“Rough night, huh?” Vander asks as you lean in the doorway, keeping an eye on the place in case more patrons came in. 

The Last Drop is usually busy this time of night, especially on this day of the week. But it’s like a ghost town right now and you can’t seem to figure out why.

“Rough week.” You sigh, crossing your arms. 

“Do you need a couple days off?” Vander asks, genuinely.

He always made sure you were taken care of, which you appreciate, but sometimes it feels like he does too much for others, and never lets anyone do anything for him. You’re bound to change that though. His birthday is coming up and you’ve been saving up for something special that will be from you and the kids. 

“Nah, I’m-” You start but hear the door open.

“You got it?” Vander asks and you nod with a grin and turn around to greet the customer, letting the kitchen door swing shut.

“What can I get ya?” You smile at the older man, who makes you do a subtle double take.

“Whiskey. Neat, please.” He smiles. 

He’s got dark hair, a partially scarred face, one blue eye and the other dark black with an orange iris that makes him look incredibly menacing. He’s wearing an open, fancy peacoat with a buttoned vest and tie. Who the hell is this guy?

His eyes rake over you as you approach the bar where he sits. 

“Haven’t seen you before.” You smile, politely. 

“I don’t get out much.” He takes his coat off and sits it down on the stool next to him. “I… work a lot.” 

His voice is silky and you can’t help but want to hear him say more. 

“What do you do?” You ask as you pour his drink. 

“I own my own business.” He tells you and takes the drink when you slide it to him. 

The way he says it, makes you think he doesn’t want to answer anymore questions about himself. 

“What’s your name?” He asks softly. 

You tell him and he takes a sip, keeping his blue eye on you. You smile softly, unsure of what to say.

“Pretty name.” He tells you, after he finishes off his drink. 

You go to pour him another but he puts his hand over his drink and shakes his head.

“Thanks.” You put the bottle back down and then take the empty glass from him, sitting it in the sink. “What’s yours?” 

“Silco. Do you like working here?” He asks, not missing a beat. 

You nod. “Yeah, I do.” 

“And you like Vander?” 

You nod. “Who doesn’t?” 

He chuckles, glancing around subtly. “Who doesn’t, indeed?”

“What are you doing after work?” He asks. 

Oh… of course. He thinks you’re going to put out- 

“I’m not trying to fuck you.” He tells you, as if he can read your mind while he stands up and puts his coat back on.

“You’re not?” You narrow your eyes at him.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to, but that’s not why I asked.” He smirks.

You both stare at each other for a moment. His eyes fall to your lips before coming back up to your eyes.

“So… the real reason is?” You cross your arms.

“I think you’re beautiful and I’ve not been on a proper date in years.” Silco shrugs, placing a hand on the back of the barstool. 

You go warm in the face before looking down at his slender fingers and immediately can’t help but wonder what they’d feel like inside-

“I’ll be by at 11.” He tells you, snapping your thoughts back to the present as he places a few cogs onto the bar. 

“Um. Alright.” You nod, giving a kind smile. 

He stares at you for another short moment before giving you a smile back and then leaving. Just as the door closes, Vander walks out and sees you staring at the door, breaking you out of the trance that Silco seemed to have put you in.

“Everything okay?” He asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You look up at him, smiling a little dreamily. It’s not something you’re used to. Normally, when customers ask you out, you brush them off and pay them no mind. But Silco… he managed to get you to pay attention. 

“All good. Um… I have a date after work.” You go warm in the face at the word ‘date’. 

It’s not like you don’t date… you do… just not consistently. The last date you went on was a year ago. It didn’t go well so you decided to just focus on work.

“With the customer that just came in? Who is he?” Vander’s eyebrows raise in surprise, knowing that you haven’t gone out with someone in a long time.

“Just… some guy.” You shrug, starting to wipe down the bar. 

Vander chuckles. “Alright. Keep your secrets. I was young once, too.”

You laugh with him, your thoughts immediately going back to Silco’s unmatching eyes and the way they softened at the sight of you. 

“You can go get ready if you want. I can finish here.” Vander smirks. 

You roll your eyes. “Thanks. I owe you.” 

“Nah. Get outta here.” He nods toward the door that leads to the upstairs. 

You pat him on the shoulder as you walk past him, heading upstairs to go shower. You look at the clock and see that it reads 9:30. That should give you plenty of time to get ready. You don’t take particularly long showers. 

As you turn on the water, you climb into the shower, letting the water flow over your body as you stand there for a moment before starting to wash your body and hair. You still can’t stop thinking about the older man. He had to be about Vander’s age, right? You wonder if they know each other. Perhaps after you get to know Silco a little more, you’ll introduce them. 

After your shower, you dry your hair the best you can and then settle on a dress that you’d saved up forever to buy just because. What better excuse to wear it than on a date with an extremely attractive, slightly intimidating, man? 

At ten til 11, you make your way back down to the bar. Vander and Benzo both let out a whistle at the sight of you.

“Don’t you clean up nice?” Vander grins. 

You shrug, going warm in the face from the attention. “I guess.” 

You sit up on the bar stool next to Benzo. You glance over at the door and then back at Vander. 

“Do you want something to loosen your nerves?” Vander teases. 

“I’m alright, thanks.” You roll your eyes, amused.

“Who’s this hot date with?” Benzo nudges you with his elbow. 

You go warm in the face all over again, thinking about Silco. “Just some older guy… he’ll be here any minute.” 

They accept that answer and continue their conversation from before about business stuff that you don’t really mind yourself with. You pretty much just show up and do your job and do exactly what Vander tells you to do and then go back upstairs and sleep. And then repeat. 

The door opens moments later, and the three of you look up to find Silco walking in. You can’t help but give him a sweet smile. He smirks at you and pauses by the door.

“Are you ready-” He starts.

“Silco.” Vander growls. 

“Hello, Vander.” Silco’s eyes fall past you to the man behind you. “Lovely establishment you have here.”

You turn to Vander, confused. “You know each other?”

“Oh yes, we do.” Silco walks toward you, wrapping an arm around your lower back, looking you up and down. “You look beautiful, darling.” 

“She’s not going anywhere with you.” Vander comes around the bar and starts toward Silco but Benzo gets up quickly from the stool and stops him. 

You look between Silco and Vander, still confused.

“I think that’s for her to decide.” Silco smirks up at Vander who stands almost a foot above him.

You turn to Vander, with furrowed brows. This man is the one who gave you life again, the man who is like a father to you. The man you owe your life to. If he says you shouldn’t go… then shouldn’t you listen to him?

[urmum-lovesme]

Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P6

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

an: Hey ya'll. Sorry for the delay, I've been busy but this is super duper long (litch 10k). I decided to introduce someone new in this chpt, cause he's going to be c-r-u-c-i-a-l in the story later on guys. We get protective!Rafe and jealous!Rafe as well ig cause my man got a little competition. Poor y/n and her mom, I just wanna give her a hug. AND A REVELATION OMG I FORGOT HAHAHA RAFE GETS HIS ACT TOGETHER SORTA AND HAS AN EPIPHANY. Thank you so much for all the love this series has received I love you all so much.

warnings: dismissive mother, mention of sex, drug usage, smoking, alcohol, driving under the influence, feelings (so terrifying)

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The morning air was humid as Y/N’s trainer clad feet moved through the kitchen, putting her plates away from breakfast. The boys had insisted they all go golfing, so here she was getting ready to get picked up. Just as she was about to walk out the front door, she felt a familiar, cool hand on her arm.

“Y/N.”

She froze, sighing internally before turning to face her mother, who stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Her mother’s gaze immediately dropped to her skirt, a disapproving frown forming on her face.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” 

Although her voice was steady, there was an edge to it. The unspoken criticism was clear in her tone. Y/N looked down at the white skirt, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. It wasn’t that short, but her mother always seemed to find something wrong with whatever she wore. It didn’t help that their relationship had been strained for months now, she’d realised that the older she got her and her mother seemed to drift further apart. Everything she did felt like a disappointment to her, and this was just one more thing to add to the list.

“It’s just golf, Mom,” 

Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone light, but her irritation was starting to bubble up. Her mother’s eyes remained cold, assessing her daughter's appearance. “It’s... short.” The judgment was clear in her voice. 

“You’re not going out like that.”

Y/N could feel the tension tightening in her chest, but she held her ground, “It’s not like I’m going clubbing, Mom. It’s just the guys.”

Her mother’s gaze hardened, and she took a step closer, lowering her voice. “You’re not a little girl anymore, Y/N, and I can’t keep covering for your mistakes.” She swallowed at her mothers words, mouth going dry. 

“The gala tonight, you’ll be wearing something appropriate for that?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She’d completely forgotten about the gala, both her parents planning the event weeks in advance. She knew her attendance was non-negotiable, and it was always about looking perfect, being perfect. It felt suffocating.

“I know,” Y/N said, her voice quieter now, but still tinged with a hint of frustration. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to appease her mother or convince herself. Her mother didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, though,

 “I expect you to be on time and present yourself well tonight, Y/N.” The girl shook her head silently as she looked down from the floor to the woman.

 "Don’t embarrass me.” 

There was no warmth in her words, no affection—just an icy expectation. Y/N clenched her jaw, forcing a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be there.”

Her mother nodded once, but her gaze lingered for a moment, before she turned back toward the kitchen. Y/N stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of her mother’s eyes still pressing on her. Then, she shook it off, pushing the nagging feeling in her stomach aside as she shut the door behind her.

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Rafe stood in the driveway, staring off into the distance, lost in his thoughts. The previous weekend had been a mess in his mind. He had felt guilty about how close he had gotten to Y/N, but he was also frustrated because it was all he could think about, the image of her on her knees lingering in his mind. She was his best friend, and yet, there was something different now, something he couldn't ignore. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, making his head snap up. He watched as she stepped out of the house, her presence pulling him in like a magnet. Y/N pranced down the steps and walked up to the car, her steps light. She refused to acknowledge the awkwardness from the moment she had shared with Rafe last time, 

That was just Rafe being Rafe

"Morning."

Rafe’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over her, his gaze lingering on the white skirt she wore and the bare skin of her legs beneath it. His stomach dropped slightly, and he quickly realized where his thoughts were heading. He snapped his eyes up to her face, trying to act normal,

“Morning.”

Y/N smirked, trying to lighten the mood, and asked, 

“Ready to go, um… hit some balls?” 

Her attempt at humor fell flat, but Rafe couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him, a smirk tugging at his lips at her poor attempt at a joke.

“Not the best wording there, Y/N.”

"Whatever," she sing-songed, clearly unbothered as she slipped into the car. Rafe shook his head with a grin before getting into the driver’s seat, trying his best to push down the odd mix of feelings that swirled in his chest. 

The scenery outside the car window blurred as Rafe drove toward the country club. Topper and Kelce had told them they'd meet them there, so it was just the two of them for now. The drive was silent- at least for Rafe. He tried to focus on the road ahead, but his eyes kept drifting over to her. She sat in the passenger seat, her legs on display, her smooth skin practically taunting him with every curve. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, but couldn't seem to stop himself.

“So… how’s your week been?” Y/N asked, her voice breaking the silence. She rested her head against the headrest, gazing lazily out the window, but there was an unreadable expression on her face. His eyes quickly moved up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

“Yeah, good... not bad.”

“Mmhmm.” 

Should I..? 

Y/N turned her head toward him, her eyes curious. “How’s your…?” She hesitated, unsure if he'd want to talk about it, she decided to ask anyway,

“How’s your counselling going?”

Her question caught him off guard. Nobody had brought up his sessions, nobody but her knew about them, so a small part of him was pleasantly surprised that she had asked. He had expected to talk about anything but that today, yet hearing her ask made something shift in him- something softer, more vulnerable. He didn’t know whether to lie or tell the truth but in the end, he figured there was no point in hiding it from her. She was the one who had recommended the counselor to him in the first place, after all he trusted her more than anyone.

“It’s alright, I guess…”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s nice to talk to someone who’s not gonna judge me for once.” A soft smile tugged at her lips, her eyes bright with something like relief. “You’re doing better, Rafe,” she said, her voice gentle but full of sincerity. “I’ve noticed... .”

She’s noticed? 

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, the smile on her face making him feel both grateful and undeserving. She saw the change in him, it was all he could do to not let the feeling of guilt swallow him whole. Here she was looking out for him, and he’d ended up lusting over her like a desperate animal.

“Yeah... I guess I am…” he muttered, his voice low, almost too quiet for her to hear. He didn't want to look at her now, not when the weight of everything was making him feel guilty. 

You need to get it together.

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The club was relatively quiet as they walked onto the golf grounds. Y/N followed closely behind Rafe, her eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings while he led the way, his gear slung casually over his shoulder As they moved closer to the course, the sounds of the game became apparent- the sharp thwack of clubs striking golf balls, the low hum of conversation from a few scattered players. Every now and then, his hand brushed against hers as they walked side by side. Each fleeting touch sent a shiver through him that he couldn’t shake, a small jolt of electricity that shot up his arm. He fought the impulse to lace their fingers together, to pull her hand into his and savor the sensation of her skin against his. But he didn’t, couldn’t, because the idea of crossing that line between friendship and something more was terrifying. 

Still, the desire was there, undeniable and persistent.

“Hey, I think they’re over there…” 

Y/N spoke up, her voice drawing his attention. She squinted at a pair of figures in the distance before raising her brows slightly. “Wait... there’s someone else with them.” Rafe followed her gaze, his brow furrowing. Sure enough, Topper and Kelce were standing on the course, but there was another guy with them, Rafe didn’t recognize him.

“Who’s that?” he muttered, eyes narrowing as he studied the unfamiliar figure. Y/N shrugged, her curiosity piqued. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.” She started walking toward them, not bothering to wait for him. the boy rolled his eyes at her before he fell into step beside her, his eyes lingering on the unknown guy as they walked. As they neared, Kelce and Topper spotted them and waved in greeting, their faces lighting up as the two approached.

“Hey, guys!” 

Y/N called out with a bright smile, her voice warm and easy as always, Kelce gave a playful grin,

“Nice of you to finally show up,”

He teased, strolling over to the girl his eyes flickered between her and Rafe, but he didn’t catch the subtle tension hanging in the air. Y/N shrugged casually, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

“S’my fault actually,” she said, her gaze briefly flicking to Rafe before she continued. “Wasn’t sure if I wanted to go full glam today.” Kelce stared at her, eyebrows raised. 

“Full glam? For golf?”

Y/N nodded seriously, not missing a beat. “Priorities.”

Kelce snorted in disbelief. “Right, because those extra few inches of eyeliner are gonna help you sink a hole in one.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, “you wouldn’t understand. It’s an art form.” Kelce chuckled at the girl raising his hands in surrender,

“Whatever you say, Pickaxe-o. ”

"It's Picasso dumbass."

Rafe’s eyes drifted to the unfamiliar guy again. Kelce noticed the subtle shift in Rafe’s gaze and raised a brow, clearly sensing the unspoken question. Her eyes rolled at him before they were drawn back to the boy standing slightly behind the two. His brown hair, soft and tousled in gentle curls, fell just the right way, framing his striking features: a strong jawline that gave his face a defined, almost sculptural edge, paired with dark eyebrows that framed his sharp, green eyes - there was something magnetic about them. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly.

“I don’t think we’ve met…”

The boy looked over at Y/N, a smirk creeping onto his face at the question. “Nope, guess we haven’t,” he said, his voice smooth. He held his hand out between them. 

“I’m Cooper.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she processed his name, a small laugh escaping her. “Oh, you’re Cooper!” she said, realizing who he was. She remembered the conversation she’d had with the boys on her yacht a while back, the new Kook who’d moved from New York. She reached her hand out to him, her smile warm. 

“Nice to finally meet you, I’m Y/N.”

Cooper took her hand, shaking it slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N…” 

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking down to glance over her body for a split second before bringing them back to her face, the smirk still firmly in place.

“The boys have told me a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” Y/N joked, watching as he pulled his hand away, folding his arms.

Well rumours true… he’s kinda hot

Cooper chuckled at her comment, “Oh yeah, absolutely,” he replied, sarcasm lacing his words as he smirked at her, he was clearly amused by the girl. Y/N let out a humoured breath at his words, yet just as she was about to say something more, she heard Rafe clear his throat behind her. She turned slightly, suddenly remembering he hadn’t met the boy yet.

It’s not that he wanted to dampen the mood but Rafe wasn’t necessarily enjoying watching the interaction between the girl and Cooper, but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on why. It felt weird watching his girl- his best friend- flirt with another guy in front of him, it was different when she was with girls, that’d never bothered him, he actually found it pretty entertaining. Maybe it was the way she was laughing so easily at whatever Cooper was saying, the way her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was his… she was his friend, and another guys attention on her was… weird to get used to.

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After their brief introduction, the five of them had taken the golf carts and driven a little further out on the course. Now parked up, Y/N sat in one of the carts, watching the boys in front of her as they discussed their swings. 

Swings? 

Was that it? She wasn’t really sure. She didn’t know much about golf- if she was being honest, she wasn’t really that interested in it. She’d just wanted to get out of the house for a while. 

Rafe stood off to the side, quietly observing the trio as they debated different techniques, only half-listening. His attention kept flicking over to Y/N, who sat in the cart, looking bored. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face, the girl looked like she was about to fall asleep. 

"You got a little staring problem there, bud," she teased, raising an eyebrow at him. Rafe’s head snapped toward her, his eyes wide for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly masked his surprise, but the slight flush creeping up his neck was enough to betray him. Rafe raised his own eyebrow, 

“You’re one to talk Princess. I noticed you checking him out.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed just a bit as Rafe looked over to the brown haired boy who’s just swung his club through the air. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rafe chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her reaction. He was pleased that he’d gotten under her skin a little. He started walking over to her, standing just by the side of her golf cart and looking down at her.

“You sure about that? You were staring at him pretty damn intently…”

Y/N shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but her eyes flickered away as she bit down on her bottom lip to hide the smile that was threatening to break through.

He does have nice arms

Even though she wasn’t interested in golf, she had to admit she appreciated the view- every time Cooper raised his arms to swing, his muscles flexed, and it was hard not to notice. 

Rafe’s gaze immediately shifted to her bottom lip as she bit down on it, she was trying so hard to hide her smile, trying to pretend she wasn’t checking out the guy right in front of him. But Rafe could see right through her, eyes having lingered on Cooper’s toned arms more than once. He wasn’t used to this feeling- this tiny twinge of jealousy that stirred in his chest.

“Well, you know…” Y/N said, her eyes drifting over to Cooper, who had just raised his hand to messily push his hair out of his eyes. 

“I still think he’s a good addition to the group.”

He didn’t like the idea of her admiring Cooper like that. There was something unsettling about seeing her stare at the boy with that little spark in her eyes, like she was genuinely interested, maybe even impressed. And the more he thought about it, the more it irritated him. He tried to push the feeling aside, telling himself he was overreacting, but it lingered in the pit of his stomach, growing like a knot that wouldn’t untangle. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, then spoke to her with a sarcasm lacing his tone. 

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s grea-”

"Hey, Y/N!" Cooper called out from where he stood, casually holding his golf club.

"Why don’t you have a go?"

Rafe’s head whipped around at the sound of the boy’s voice, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the two of them. A small part of him actually wanted Y/N to turn him down, to stay in the cart with him, where it felt more comfortable, more familiar. The idea of watching her swing a golf club- of watching Cooper teach her- was making him anxious in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Say no.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, glancing at Cooper with a playful smile. "I don’t know how…" she shrugged, as if it were no big deal. Cooper’s smile deepened, and he moved closer to her, leaning in with a teasing look. 

"I can teach you, come on," he said, his voice smooth as he looked down at her from where she still sat in the cart. He reached down and held his hand out toward her, the offer clear.

Say no.

Rafe’s lips pursed. He could feel his muscles tense as he watched Y/N look up at Cooper and, with a bright smile, take his hand. Her fingers curled around his, and she stood up, her smile still in place as she glanced back at Rafe. 

Did she just fucking wink at me?

The way she casually took his hand and walked toward him, left a bitter taste in Rafe’s mouth. He felt an irrational pang in his chest, something heavy that made his stomach churn. Why did it bother him so much? It wasn’t like she owed him anything. She was allowed to have fun, to enjoy herself, to hang out with whoever she wanted. But the sight of Cooper walking with her, the casual way she interacted with him, the ease between them made Rafe feel like an outsider in his own skin.

“So what do I do?" Y/N asked, clasping her hands in front of her, her eyes curious but with a touch of uncertainty.

Cooper chuckled softly, a sound that sent a small thrill through her. He moved behind her, positioning himself so closely that she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back. His arms reached around her, guiding her hands to the club.

"First, I need to make sure you’ve got the right stance," he murmured, his voice low. The warmth of his breath against her neck made her shiver slightly. It was subtle, but enough for Cooper to notice, a small thrill flickering in his eyes as he adjusted his hold on the club, Y/N couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened. 

Well, this was going better than I expected

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the way her breathing hitched as his chest came even closer to her back. His arms were still wrapped around her, the contact making it hard to focus on anything else. "Good," he said, his voice lowering even further.

 "Now, all you have to do is take a swing but keep your eye on the ball."

"What if I miss?" 

Y/N asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. She could feel his hand still guiding hers on the club, his fingers brushing hers lightly. The contact was enough to make her palm grow slightly sweaty. Cooper smiled at her over her shoulder, his eyes flicking down to catch a glimpse of her face, noting the nervousness there. It was a sweet reaction, he found himself oddly drawn to it.

Rafe watched them from the cart, teeth grinding against each other, can which was in his hand now crumpled.

"It’s alright if you miss," he reassured her, his voice calm and steady. "I’ll teach you to get better." He paused for a moment, his smirk growing as he leaned in a little closer. 

"Don’t be nervous. You’ll get it on your first try, swear."

Y/N couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips, her smile tugging at the corners, 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, I promise." Cooper’s voice spoke out gently. His words seemed to settle in the space between them, his breath warm against her skin, she shivered

"Now try" 

The command sent a rush of energy through her, his arms remained around her, his chest pressing lightly against her back as he guided her into position. She raised her hands, taking in a breath as she swung the club down toward the ball, the motion felt almost automatic now, as if his presence had guided her every move. The sharp crack of the club meeting the ball rang through the air, and for a split second, she held her breath.

Then the ball rolled forward in a straight line, across the course, a perfect shot.

"See?" 

His words sent a thrill through her. His chest brushed against her back again, his presence overwhelming as he spoke softly, 

"Told you, you could do it."

Y/N let out a little cheer as she took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the small ball that had soared across the grass. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. She turned to face Cooper, folding her arms across her chest with a playful smile.

"Pretty sure that’s cause you did most of that," she teased, a laugh escaping her lips. Cooper chuckled, clearly unfazed by her teasing, he crossed his arms in a similar fashion, his gaze fixed on her with a confident, amused smirk. 

"Alright, maybe I did do most of it," he admitted, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"But I still know you would’ve done a great job without me." 

He paused for a beat, his eyes locking onto hers he added, 

"And plus, I like helping pretty girls."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice light but with a challenge in her tone. The way he looked at her, so unbothered and confident, made her feel just a little bit flustered, though she’d never admit it.

It was hard to talk to Topper and Kelce about anything serious, Rafe was an exception sometimes, especially relationships. They were more about casual hookups- never about anything deeper, never about feelings; and now the idea of someone coming to the OBX, someone who didn’t know her as just the ‘Kook Princess,’ appealed to her more than she wanted to admit. Cooper watched her, his eyes catching the small smile that played at her lips. He couldn’t deny that he was drawn to her, something about the way she carried herself intrigued him.

“So have you been here your whole life?”

She cleared her throat as she shook her head at him a smile pulling at her lips,

“Yeah pretty much. Born and bread.” She joked as she looked over to the other guys.

“We’ve known each other for years, right Rafey?”

Rafe had been watching the whole scene play out between y/n and Cooper, his hands clenching into fists inside his pockets as he watched the guy get so close to her, putting his hands all over her as he helped her swing a damn golf club. At the sound of his name, he snapped out of his thoughts, bringing his head up to look over at the girl.

“Yeah, since we were kids.” She watched as the boy took a step closer to them, his presence lingering behind her.

“Yeah, since kindergarten,” she smiled towards Cooper, who suddenly seemed interested in their friendship. Cooper nodded his head as he listened to them speak, curiosity filling his tone as he spoke up.

“Since kindergarten? That’s a damn long time huh.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed out. She suddenly felt Rafe's hand rest on her hip, his arm circling around her back. Her head turned to look at him in surprise at his sudden closeness.

okay?

Rafe’s hand gripped her hip as he stood behind her, his eyes watching as Cooper’s own gaze flicked down to the hand on her hip. Rafe moved forward to speak, and as he did, his chest pressed against her back, an obvious display of possessiveness.

“Yeah man, we’ve been best friends for years.”

She was surprised by the boy’s forwardness.

“Uh, yeah...” she mumbled out, looking at Cooper. He seemed to be amused by the boy's outburst of possessiveness.

“So your families are close?” Cooper questioned as he leaned against the golf cart behind them.

Rafe moved his hand from her hip down to her lower back instead, resting it just above her skirt. He knew what he was doing, the gesture obvious to everyone there.

“Yeah, our families have always been together- as long as I can remember.”

“Our fathers work together,” y/n added. He could sense the slight shudder that went through her body as his hand touched her lower back just above the hem of the material, his hand remaining on her lower back, his fingers occasionally brushing over the exposed skin there.

“Mhm, they run a successful business together.”

“Cameron Developments?” Cooper spoke up, looking at Rafe and starting to realize the type of authority he had on the island. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to join their clique.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Pride evident in his tone. He knew exactly how rich his family was, how much power his family name held on the island. He let the silence linger between the three of them before he spoke again.

“What about your family?”

“Law,” Cooper said. “We’ve come down from NY. My father owns a law firm back home. At the moment, he’s working with Topper’s family, actually,” he spoke out, gesturing to the boy who was still swinging at the golf balls with Kelce. 

“Extending the branches.”

“Law firm hm” Rafe responded, shaking his head slowly. Y/n watched the boy in front of her as he spoke about his family, law wasn’t an easy thing to get into. But of all places why did they come down to the OBX? 

That’s odd

“Why have you come down to the OBX?” she questioned curiously.

Cooper shrugged his shoulders slightly as he leaned back against the golf cart, a relaxed expression on his face.

“It was my dad’s decision, said he wanted to move to a smaller place, with fewer people for a while. Wanted to get out the city for a bit.”

“Right,” she nodded her head with a smile in his direction.

“Well, there’s always a space for you with us,” she said. She knew she probably should’ve double-checked with all the guys that they definitely agreed on the decision, but she didn’t care at the moment. She needed someone new. Cooper smiled back at her again, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Yeah? Is that an invitation?”

He spoke in a teasing tone, his eyes shifting from her to Rafe, and the small sign of possessiveness he showed with his hand still on her hip. “Definitely,” she spoke out. She added on waiting for the boy’s response,

“Right, Rafe?” 

Rafe’s gaze flicked down to her hip where his hand still sat, his grip tightening again for a minute before he let his eyes return to her face. The small gesture of ownership went unnoticed by her, but Cooper definitely caught on. He could see that there was something going on between them.

“Yeah, of course…”

He said reluctantly.

The two boys looked at each other, a moment of silence passing. y/n cleared her throat as she took a step away from Rafe, feeling flushed by his proximity and the sudden tension between the two guys. 

What’s he playing at?

 She stepped towards the golf cart, bending over the seat slightly to reach the cooler on the floor and pull out a White Claw can. Rafe clenched his jaw slightly as she stepped away from him, putting a small bit of distance between them. His eyes fell to her as she leant over the seat of the golf cart to reach the cooler, the sight of her in that position making him bite down on his bottom lip as her skirt hiked slightly up her thighs. Cooper's eyes followed the girl, his gaze dropping down slightly as she leaned over the seat. Rafe noticed the boy’s eyes as they followed her, his body tensing slightly, the possessive feeling within him reaching out again.

He took a step forward, closer towards her, angling his body to be almost looming over her, blocking the y/n out of the boy's eye-line as she bent down to reach the cooler. She stood up straight, fiddling with the can, trying to open it. Her freshly manicured nails causing her a struggle. 

If I chip these I swear

She let out a huff of irritation. Rafe chuckled quietly as he watched her struggle with the can and he couldn’t help himself as the words slipped out,

“You want some help, Princess?”

“Mmhmm,” she responded, holding out the can for him. He hummed softly again as he took the can from her, brushing against her fingers as he did so, before easily popping the tab. His eyes watched her again as she turned back around to face him, the can held out for her to take back.

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip, the cool liquid running down her throat, a little dribble slipping past her lips and down her chin. His gaze fell to the small dribble of liquid running down her chin, the action making a smirk form on his face. He moved a step closer, bringing his hand up to gently catch the little bit of liquid with his thumb.

“Careful Princess, making a mess.”

She let out a hum at his words, his touch on her chin making her shiver slightly. They were brought out of their moment by the voice of the boy close by.

“I’ve got a free house tonight, you guys should come round,” Cooper spoke out, with Topper and Kelce turning to listen.

“Sure thing, man,” Topper spoke up, clapping the boy on the back. Kelce nodded along,

“For sure.”

Rafe raised his head from looking at y/n and turned towards Cooper, his eyes on the other boy as he spoke. He glanced back at y/n, who was still standing right next to him, her eyes on him as she took a small sip from the can in her hand.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said in response to Cooper, his eyes briefly flicking back down to y/n. She remained silent for a moment. Her parents had planned the  gala for some family friends tonight.

Well, they do business together, so are they friends or just coworkers? 

But she didn’t want to say she couldn’t come... to be honest, she wanted to be there. Rafe caught the small hesitation from her in answering, sensing that there was something else going on, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. He watched on silently as a few moments passed before she spoke up.

“I don’t know if I can make it,” 

She spoke out, coming up to push her hair out of her face. “I have an event I need to be at tonight,” she rolled her eyes as she spoke, remembering the fuss her mother had made in the morning… His mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that she had plans with someone else.

You’re pretty toxic you know

 He hated the thought of her with a different man, maybe in some fancy dress, having to act the perfect little princess for some people she didn’t even enjoy being around.

“That’s calm,” said Cooper. “Another time?”

She shook her head. “Yeah, definitely. You guys have fun though.”

“What kind of event is it?” Rafe asked her quietly, his eyes fixed on her as he spoke. She looked up before sighing out, 

“Some stupid gala my parents are hosting. I’ll be stuck with my mom on my ass all night.”

He let out a small scoff of laughter.

“Yeah, I can imagine”

She shook her head as a smile tugged on her lips, “And my dress is so ugly,” she said out a laugh passing her lips. “My mom picked it out ‘cause apparently everything I wear is ‘too revealing and makes you look like a slut.’ ”

She lifted her fingers into little quotations as she spoke. He knew the girl had a rough relationship with her mother but she never opened up to him about it, more focused on comforting him after his dad makes another comment about his ‘disappointment of a son’.

“That bad, huh?”

“Sooooo bad,” she replied, sitting down into the golf cart behind her, a wide smile on her face in amusement. “I’m gonna look like I practice celibacy.”

Laughter escaped his lips at her statement, his eyes following her as she sat down. He took a few steps closer to the golf cart, standing right in front of her as he smiled down at her.

“You? Celibacy? That I really don’t buy.”

She shoved his shoulder back with a scoff, a smile still on her face. “Asshole.” The small shove of her hand against his shoulder barely even moved him, and it only made his smile grow, he spoke up again, his voice more teasing than before.

“What? I think we both know it’s true.”

“Whatever, you man-whore.”

She crossed her arms as she spoke out teasingly to him. His eyes widened slightly at her words, letting out a surprised laugh, a small smirk forming across his face, more teasing than before. His hands raised up in mock surrender,

“Hey! I thought you said I was your angel baby?”

“You’re so stupid.” She giggled at his comment, remembering the song she’d dedicated to him when she was dancing up on the table. He remembered it too, his eyes flashing with memory as he thought back to the night on the table. He couldn’t help the small grin that pulled at his lips, the memory still etched in his brain, 

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She sat at the table by herself, most people standing around in groups. The suffocating dress caused her discomfort, making her want to rip it off as all the adults around her talked about their businesses’ success and developments. She was probably one of the youngest there, and she didn’t even know why she needed to be there. She wasn’t talking or listening to anyone. She pulled her phone out of her clutch, holding it on her lap as she opened the messages. She knew Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were all at Cooper's house, and she couldn’t help but feel resentment at the fact that she wasn’t there. She tapped on Rafe's contact, her fingers hovering on the keyboard, wondering if she should text him. Would he even answer, or was he too busy with the guys to check his phone? She decided against her negative thoughts and typed out the message quickly, sending it before she could second-guess herself.

Princess :  Hey

She switched her phone off with a sigh, staring across the room at the groups of adults, feeling more isolated by the second. She had about three more hours at the gala, if she was lucky. The thought of being stuck here without anyone to talk to made her want to scream. 

Rafe sat back on the couch between Kelce and Topper, a beer in his hand as they passed a blunt between each other. The room was filled with the haze of smoke. They were all having a good time, Rafe enjoying the buzz of the alcohol in his system. His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out, his eyes immediately widening when he saw the name on the screen. He felt a mixture of surprise at her message, but also the small twinge of excitement lingered. He hadn’t heard from her all night, and now, there she was. He read the single word, letting it settle in his mind. He took another sip of his beer as he tapped out a quick reply, his thumb moving swiftly over the keyboard.

Rafey  :  what’s good

Her phone buzzed and she lifted it up to see what the boy had written.

Princess  :  Stuck at this suck ass gala 

He read her reply and felt bad for the girl, hearing that she was stuck at some fancy event, in some shitty dress, having to play pretend for her parents and a bunch of stuffy rich assholes.

Princess  :  And they’ve cut me off from the bar 

A small huff of laughter escaped him as he read her next message, picturing her there rolling her eyes, probably surrounded by a bunch of old people who all wanted to talk to her about her future.

Rafey  :  Damn. 

Rafey  :  I’m sure I’m having just as good a time as you

Princess  :  wyd? 

He took a quick look around the room, noticing Kelce and Topper both watching the TV on the wall with intent attention, and Cooper sitting in the armchair in the corner, mindlessly staring at the ceiling.

Rafey  :  TV and drinking beer.

Rafey  :  Nothing interesting

Princess  :   You smoking???

She typed out, curiosity gnawing at her. A small smirk grew on his face when he read her question, he glanced over at Topper and Kelce, the both of them exhaling a cloud of smoke from their lungs, before looking back at his phone and replying.

Rafey  :  Yeah why

Princess  :  Without me :( 

She typed back as a small smile pulled at her lip. He could almost hear her voice, soft and playful. He quickly typed back, his fingers moving with a mix of affection and teasing. 

Rafey  :  wish you were here princess

Her chest tightened at his message. 

Princess  :  Me too 

Princess  :  What’s Cooper's house like

The thought of her wanting to be there with them, made his heart thump heavy in his chest. He took a second to picture her here, and it nearly made him want to start the car and head towards her. He took another slow sip of his beer as he started typing out a response,

Rafey  :  pretty big

Princess  :  So he full kook then huh 

He let out a huff of laughter as he read her words, because yes, the boy was definitely a fully fledged kook. His fingers moved quick when he typed out his response, curious to know how she would react to his words

Rafey  : and you know what’s even better 

Princess  : what

Rafey  :  hot tub is fucking massive 

Princes  :  He’s got you in his hot tub already huh

She typed out jokingly as she had to stifle a giggle to herself. A smirk curled his lips at her little tease, as he thought about how he’d much prefer her to be in that hot tub with her. He took a second to look around the room, noticing that no one was paying attention to him still before replying back.

Rafey  :  haha very funny

Rafey  :  no, I’m on the couch

Princess  :  everyone else

Rafey  :  Kelc is on the floor, pretty sure he’s in a coma. 

Rafey  :  Tops basically asleep on the couch

Rafey  :   so I’m on my own here princess

Princess  :  Cooper

Rafey  :  I think he’s high on something stronger

She messaged, she bit her bottom lip gently now slightly nervous. She was praying he’d say no, he’d been working so hard on himself

Princess  :  Have you taken anything else?

He looked down at her question, feeling a slight twinge of guilt now. He hadn’t been thinking and had made it sound like he’d taken something stronger than just weed. He hadn’t touched anything else in months. He quickly typed up his response.

Rafey  :  Just weed.

Rafey  :   That’s all I’m taking.

Rafey  :   promise

Princess :  mkay 

Y/n let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she typed out slightly relieved.

Princess  :  So you and Cooper cool now? 

Rafey  :  sure 

Princess  :  That’s good

She messaged back happy they’d finally come to an agreement, she did know that it wasn't a yes, but it also wasn't a no. He took a small glance around all the guys now knocked out around him, still wanting to know what it was like at the party she was attending

Rafey  : how’s the gala

Rafey  :   Everyone treating the Kook Princess nicely?

Princess  :  I’ve not spoken to anyone for the past 2 hours 

His brows raised at her response. He felt his heart throb slightly at the thought of her sat all alone for two hours, watching as everyone else around her happily drank and socialised while she had spent the night by herself. 

Rafey  :  that sucks

Rafey  :   Your parents not checking on you?

Princess  :  They don’t care too busy talking to investors 

She rolled her eyes as she typed out, she just wanted to get out of the god forsaken venue but she had no way of getting home, her parents having driven her here. The fact that y/n’s parents hadn’t even bothered to check up on her once, just so they could keep their noses clean for their investors didn’t help Rafe’s slowly simmering irritation.

Princess  :  It’s fine

Princess  :  think I’m gonna book a taxi home 

She typed out as she pushed her chair away from the table and stood up, taking her clutch with her. He read her words, the feeling of relief washing over him. He was glad she was going to finally get away from the place. 

But the thought of her on her own, in the back of a taxi late at night, made him feel uneasy and nervous.

Rafey  :  do you want me to pick you up?

She paused as she looked down at her phone. Biting her lip gently. 

He’d do that?

She felt bad asking the boy to come almost all the way to the other side of the island just ot pick her up when she was more than capable of going home by herself. But she couldn’t ignore the pull in the back of her mind telling her to say yes. 

Princess  :  Idk I feel bad you’re with the guys

He could practically see her gnawing at her lip, a quirk she’d picked up over the years when she’d felt guilty or anxious, as she thought over his words. But he needed to know that she was safe, being driven by a random cab driver who could easily take advantage of her, in her dress- it made his skin burn.

Rafey  :  I don’t care about the guys, be fr

Rafey  :   I’ll leave now and come straight to you

Say yes 

Princess  :  Are you sure?

Rafe  :  Y/n

Princess  : well

Princess  :  d’you want me to send the address

Rafey  :  send it

His little typing bubble disappears momentarily after she sent her location to the boy, she looked up as she walked towards the exit, cold air hitting her as she pushed open the doors, her phone buzzing in her hand.

Rafey  :  omw 

Rafey  :  be there in 20 

She stood outside the venue, the sky now dark, wind blowing strongly, pushing her hair around. Her dress swayed around her ankles, heel clasped feet resting against the pavement. She’d told her parents she was leaving, her mother dismissive, too involved in a conversation with another woman. She looked down to the floor. Even though the dress was so covered up and she’d been complaining about it, at least now she’s warm. She knew that Cooper’s house was definitely further than twenty minutes away, so she hoped that Rafe wasn’t being reckless as he made his way towards her.

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It took him 15 minutes to drive to the venue, his car speeding along the streets as he tried to get to her as quickly as possible. As he pulled up to the venue, his eyes scanned the area, and his heart picked up the pace when he spotted her—standing alone near the entrance. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, her head tilted downward slightly. Even from this distance, he could see the discomfort radiating from her. The fancy dress that had been picked out for her didn’t seem to suit her at all, her body language screaming that she was out of place. When she finally reached the car, her hands instinctively moved to straighten her dress, tugging at the fabric nervously as if it wasn’t quite right. Her movements were almost apologetic, like she felt bad for needing him to be there,

“Heyyyy” 

She elongated as she opened the door looking at the boy sitting in the driver's seat with a small sheepish smile on her lips. He let his eyes travel up from her feet to the top of her head, noticing the soft cream coloured, flowy dress, the way it fitted loosely against her skin. He couldn’t deny his amusement at the dress, remembering what she had told him about her mothers comment. It wasn’t as ugly as the girl had complained, but it was certainly different to what she usually wore. it was much more formal, much more….. of her mother’s influence? He let out a low huff of air a small smile on his lips in humour,

 “You look…- good.”

“Yeah yeah” she rolled her eyes as she got into the car shutting it behind her, “laugh it up alright.”

He laughed as he took one more look over her figure, thinking how cute she looked sat there in the dress, all frustrated,

 “What? I’m not allowed to compliment you now?”

“Just shut up Rafe,” she rolled her eyes. He smirked at her annoyance, but he’d missed the sound of his name falling from her lips. He’d missed the way her voice made something in his chest stir, the way it sounded when she got a little frustrated. 

“But you look so pretty though, princess”

“Don’t tease.” She groaned, throwing her head back against the seat headrest. He was loving this already, the way he could already tell she wasn’t in the mood to put up with his teasing and playing. That was the most fun part. Making her react.

“I’m not teasing. You look nice in that dress. And the heels?” He paused to look down at her feet for a split second, “a real good look.”

She looked down to her short kitten heels, which her mother had insisted were appropriate for the event. She shook her head now a small amused smile on her face,

“I look like someone’s grandma…”

He let out a soft laugh because yes, the dress, the shoes, the earrings, the necklace, everything about this look was something someone’s grandma would wear to a fancy party, maybe even her own sixty fifth birthday? 

“Yeah you look just like someone’s little old grandma”

She huffed out at his teasing, her hands reaching down to undo the little buckles on the heels, slipping them off, her white manicured nails now contrasting the dark carpet of the car mat they rested on. She reached her hands up to her ears, taking the earrings out and chuckling them into the cup holder, her fingers fiddling with the necklace clasp pulling it off and doing the same to the jewellery.

Jesus

He couldn’t help but watch the way her fingers moved as she stripped herself of the accessories her mother had shoved her into. looked down at the pile of jewelry now sitting in the holder and let out another low hum, 

“Better?”

“She’s so…" she shook her head at her mother’s dramatics, “I don’t even know why she dragged me with them and made me dress up into this stupid get up if I didn’t even fucking talk to anyone.” She sighed out, hand coming to rub over the arch of her brow.

“I just don’t get her sometimes.” 

He could hear the frustration in her voice when she talked about her mother. He knew she wanted to get along with her, she wanted her mother to love her and treat her like a daughter, not just some girl she's been forced to live with, but for some reason it didn’t work. The woman could be completely uncaring and downright cruel most of the time. He felt his hand reach over to grab her knee and squeezed it gently.

“She’s difficult, yeah? Don’t know why she doesn’t realise having a daughter like you's a blessing”

Her features softened, the comforting words warming her. She looked over to the boy with a small smile on her face, his side profile lit up by the streetlights they drove past. He could feel her eyes on him as he drove, burning against his skin, but he kept his eyes fixed on the road. His hand remained sitting on her knee, the warm skin a pheasant weight on his palm. He squeezed it again in comfort, giving her a soft smile, despite his focus being fixed in front of him.

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The boy pulled up outside the girls house, having typed in the pin to the gate, memorising it after all these years, he drove up the paved drive to outside her house putting the car into park. Getting out of the car, he rounded to the passenger side quickly to pull the door for y/n, he held the door open as he waited for her to step out, his eyes roaming over her, from her now bare feet to the top of her head, hair slightly tousled from the wind earlier. She slid out the seat, walking side by side with the boy, feet hitting against the steps up to the front door before she turned to him, 

“Thanks for coming tonight Rafe.”

“You should’ve called me earlier, I could’ve come sooner- I don’t like you being by yourself.” She smiled at his words, hand coming out to smooth out his polo collar which had scrunched, 

“You coming in or d’you need to get back to the guys…?” She knew he’d probably just got up and left earlier, and she felt bad. 

Only a little

His heartbeat faltered as her hand ran across the fabric of his chest, smoothing out the part that had folded in. He wanted so badly to take that hand in his and pull her closer to him. He swallowed, wondering what exactly he should do. 

I should go back 

He didn’t want to go back to the others, he didn’t care that much, they were all high out of their minds anyways. Here y/n was, right in front of him, disheveled hair and doe eyes looking up to him,

“I’ll come in”

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She fiddled with the small glass bottle of serum, the glass pipette clinking against it, she pulled it up to her face and rubbed it into her skin. She sat at her vanity having just washed her makeup off, changing the moment they got upstairs, desperate to get the dress off. Rafe laid on her bed, face comfortably buried into her pillow, his phone in hand as he scrolled; the sheets and pillows that surrounded him all smelling of her, just the way he’d been hoping. He’d changed out of his clothes and into the pair of sweats and old t-shirt he kept at her place. He heard the glass bottle clink against her vanity as she squeezed the product into her hand and he glanced up at her, his eyes watching as she rubbed it in, her skin becoming glowy. 

“You good?” 

She asked as she saw his reflection in the mirror behind her, hands coming down to screw the bottle shut. His eyes trailed up over her back, from her exposed shoulder from the baggy short she wore to her face in the mirror. She looked so relaxed and comfortable like this. It made the warm, possessive feeling in his chest start swirling harder. 

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly, “just…. watching you.”

“Creepy much?” She joked as she put the bottle away into one of her draws as the words tumbled past her lips. He huffed out a laugh at her words, shifting slightly on the bed. 

“You love it.” He replied instantly, his eyes following her as she made her way to the bed. 

She flopped down onto the bed next to him, it’d been a long day and her tiredness was starting to catch up to her. He smiled to himself as y/n ungracefully face planted into the pillows next to him. He shifted himself slightly so he was facing her, leaning his head on his propped up elbow, eyes tracking every single one of her tiny movements. She looked to the boy next to her as he stared back, his eyes roaming gently over her features; her tired, half closed eyes, the way her hand played with the duvet. 

“Tired princess?”

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she grabbed her phone and pulled it up texting her parents to let them know she got home. He watched her fingers tapping against her phone screen,

“Midsummers is coming up.”

She raised her brows turning to him as she chucked her phone onto the bed somewhere,

“Already?”

He grinned a little at her words, slightly amused by that fact she hadn’t been keeping track of time. 

“Yeah. In just over 2 weeks. Dad’s already started preparing for it”

“Shit I need a dress.” She sighed out hand coming up to rub her eye. He smirked at her words, a thought instantly popping into his mind ready to poke fun at the girl,

“Why not just use the one you wore tonight?”

She looked over to the boy with a deadpan expression on her face, “Didn’t know you were a comedian.” Yet she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. His smirk grew wider as he watched her expression turn to one of amusement.  

“And wear those heels and the earrings too?” He teased further. 

“Okay Mr Cameron I get it."

She giggled at his playful words, “Are you wearing the same suit as last year?” She questioned remembering the black three piece his father made him wear, he had hated it. 

A grimace appeared on his lip at the mention of the suit. He’d absolutely hated it, the thing itched like crazy, and the summer heat made it so much worse. 

Fuck no 

“No chance I’m wearing that shit again”

A smile drew up to her lips at his snarky comment,  

“Well as long as my mom doesn’t pick the dress I’ll be good…. I think I want to go blue this year,” she hummed out. He looked at the girl, the image of her in a pretty blue dress forming in her mind.  

“It’s a good colour on you” He commented, running his eyes over her bare legs, imagining how her skin would look against blue fabric. 

“Thanks,” she spoke up, she sat up grabbing the remote control from her bedside table, flicking the tv in front of them on. The sound of her pressing the control buttons filled the comfortable silence of the room. Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles appeared on the screen, the girl having put her favourite film on again as she laid back. He rolled his eyes slightly, recognising the sound of ‘10 Things I Hate About You”.

“Seriously? Again?” He groaned but didn’t bother asking her to change it, knowing what the answer would be. 

“C’mon I know you love it deep down but you’re too embarrassed to admit it.” She spoke up as she got comfortable, pulling her sheets up. Of course he did like the movie. The story was cliche and corny, but he’d watched the film more times than he’d ever admit with her. 

“Oh yeah, it’s absolutely great.” He responded sarcastically. She offered some of the covers to him after rolling her eyes at him. 

He smiled back at her slightly, taking the edge of the sheets and pulling them up over himself, instantly feeling the warmth of the girl next to him, practically pressed up against, she tended to get clingy when tired, or drunk, or high. 

Maybe you’re just clingy in general 

The movie played, the actors talking filling the now quiet room. The girl had gotten tired, her head having lulled over to the side, her temple resting against Rafes shoulder, her eyes closed as she breathed slowly, slumber having taken over. 

The boy felt the way her head lolled over onto his shoulder, and the instant weight that settled on him. His arm instinctively slid behind her to pull her closer, the feeling of her warm body against him making his chest tighten with contentment. 

He sat there for a while longer, half watching the movie, half staring at the girl resting quietly against him. Gentle breaths past her lips as she slept, lashes resting against her cheeks, she looked so pretty like this, so incredibly innocent and peaceful. 

Careful not to wake her, he shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, pulling her with him. He lifted her across his lap so she was leaning comfortably against his chest instead of his shoulder. 

As she settled more comfortably against him, her body fitting against his like she belonged there, his chest felt impossibly tight. His arm stayed draped around her, fingers brushing absentmindedly along her side, as he glanced down at her, movie now long forgotten as his gaze lingered on the way her hair framed her face. Her lips, slightly parted as she slept, tugged at something deep in his chest and he could feel every quiet rise and fall of her breath against him. His mind wandered, sitting here, holding her like this, he couldn’t ignore the way something deeper was growing inside him.

The realization hit him so hard, he almost froze. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before- little moments when he’d caught himself staring at her too long, or felt jealous when someone else made her laugh. But he’d always pushed it aside, afraid it could ruin what they’ve had for so long.

Now though, It felt inevitable.

Rafe’s hand moved, almost without thinking, brushing a strand of hair away from the girls face. His fingers lingered for a moment, barely grazing her skin, God, she was so beautiful. The thought was dizzying, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed a feather-light kiss to the top of her head, his lips brushing her hair, 

I love you 

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[mylittlecrow]

i will never shut up about jon promising to protect sansa in 6x09 and then the parallel of lyanna begging ned to promise to protect jon IN THE NEXT EPISODE. something something “if the day should ever come when your lord father was forced to chose between honor on the one hand and those he loves on the other what would he do?” and we KNOW ned picked love. ned loved his sister so much he lied to his king and bff to protect jon. ned loved his daughter so much he sacrificed his honor and duty to the realm and lied to protect sansa.

the writers intentionally put sansa at the center of jon and dany’s conflict. sansa’s not in king’s landing during the battle in 8x05 or 8x06 but she still haunts the narrative, her name is brought up by FOUR different characters. jon was ready to die if dany saw him as a threat to the throne. “i'm tired of fighting it’s all i've done since i left home.” and the only way to get through to him and to get him to fight again and to kill dany is to mention sansa and how she’ll never be safe with dany around. “if we don’t take back the north we’ll never be safe i want you to help me but i'll do it myself if i have to.”

and sansa is so used to being alone. she spent months waiting for robb to rescue her from king's landing, and it never happened. robb chose the north, his duty, over her. and she's beaten for the north's independence and then sold to two different families who stole the north from her. and then she finally finds help in theon and brienne and podrick but she doesn't feel completely safe again until she's in jon's arms. but even then she's still ready for more disappointment, to be separated from her family again because “life is not a song” and “there are no heroes.” but jon isn’t robb. “jon isn’t tormund. jon isn’t davos, or the red woman, or stannis for that matter. jon is jon.”

“where will you go? where will we go. i won’t ever let him touch you again. we need to trust each other. until i return the north is yours. touch my sister and i’ll kill you myself. what you did for her is the only reason i’m not killing you. i’m her family too. what about everyone else? what about the other people who think they know what’s good? i’ll protect you, i promise. no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.” but jon proves her wrong, he can protect her. he will keep her safe. because when his day comes and he has to chose between love and duty, he chooses her. there still are heroes in her story and their story isn't over yet.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Home for Christmas

Written for the day 20 of the @steddieholidaydrabbles, and round one of the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Alone & Second Chances

Rated: G

Tags: Post-Vecna; Future fic; Everybody lives; Exes Steddie; Rock star Eddie; Single dad Steve; Reunions; Second chances

Notes: Continued from this one

It starts snowing again as Steve parks the car, flakes settling on the windscreen the second the wipers still. 

“Looks like a white Christmas,” he mutters. “You packed your hat and gloves, yeah?” 

Beside him, Leah scoffs. “Yes, Dad.”

“Just asking,” he says. The snow crunches under their feet as they get out to fetch her things from the trunk. “I don’t want a repeat of that one year where you forgot and caught pneumonia. Your mom never let me hear the end of it.” 

She scowls.

“That was three years ago. I’m fifteen, I can take care of myself.”

“Oh yeah?” He throws her duffel at her, grinning when she sags under the weight. “Is that why you left your phone charger on the table?” 

Her eyes go large. “Shit! Why didn’t you tell me? We have to- ugh, hilarious, you asshole!”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Steve smiles, stuffing the charger he just pulled from his pocket into the front compartment of the duffel. Leah makes an annoyed sound as he ruffles her hair. “Now off you go. Say hi to your mother for me.” 

She grumbles something inaudible, but she does stomp off towards the house.

“Dad?”

Steve, already with one hand on the driver’s door, pauses. She’s standing by the porch steps, watching him with a furrowed brow. 

“You sure you don’t wanna come in? For a minute at least?” 

He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine, sweetie. You have a great time.” 

He waits just long enough to see the door open in front of her before he ducks back inside the car. When he turns the keys and the radio comes alive, Chris Rea is singing about driving home for Christmas. 

His phone buzzes. 

Steve stops pinching his nose and pulls it from his pocket, assuming it'll be Leah texting him about another thing she forgot. When he sees who it's actually from, his breath hitches.

Hey, big boy. You home? 

*

He's waiting in front of the apartment building when Steve rounds the corner. The snow is still shrouding the world in a curtain of white, and he’s wrapped in about three layers of clothing to protect himself - not only from the cold but also from prying eyes. Steve still knows it's him immediately. Knows from the lines of the tattoo poking out from his scarf, the one that covers the scars on his neck and jaw. Knows from the way he holds his cigarette. Knows from the restless shuffle of his boots in the fresh snow. 

It feels unreal, him standing here, outside Steve’s home. The last time they saw each other was in a crowded concert hall, surrounded by fans and cameras. The last time before that was in another town, in another life, seventeen years ago. Sharing one last cigarette on the porch of the old trailer, the setting sun basking the world in hazy oranges, tears drying on both their faces. It was for the better, Steve told himself with that iron conviction you only have at twenty-one, when you think you have life figured out and know all the answers.

He didn’t know shit, he thinks, forcing himself to get out of the car.

Eddie’s eyes flick up when he hears the door shut, and Steve can see how they grow round and large.

“Hey,” he says, a little breathless, a little shy. Not at all like a world-famous rock star who has toured the world and filled whole stadiums. So agonizingly much like the boy Steve used to know. “There you are.”

“Here I am,” Steve confirms, watching how Eddie grinds the cigarette under his boot. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Ah, y’know,” Eddie says vaguely. He reaches up a hand to tug on his hair, but comes up short because most of it is hidden under his hat. “I was in the neighborhood, so I thought-”

Steve flinches when he lurches forward. Even after all those years, he still doesn’t do well with sudden movements or loud noises. Eddie tilts his head, eyes large and expectant, and it takes Steve a second to realize that he’s holding something out to him. 

A gift bag. It has little Rudolphs on it, and shiny red ribbons for handles. Nestled inside is what looks like a band shirt, and on top of that- 

“Wait, are those concert tickets?” Steve blurts. “No way, I can’t accept these.” 

He raises his hands in defense, but Eddie steps right into his space and shoves the bag into them. Their fingers brush. 

“No takesies backsies,” Eddie winks. His smile is cheeky, but Steve imagines there’s regret in his eyes as he steps away. “They’re not for you, anyhow, your taste in music always sucked. They’re for Leah. Gotta nurture talent when you-” 

“She isn’t even here,” Steve protests weakly. “She’s spending Christmas with her mom.”  

Eddie’s eyebrows arch. “What, and you’re all alone?” 

Steve shrugs, suddenly self-conscious. “It’s for the better. She’s got her cousins there, and grandparents who actually care for her. I usually spend a day or two at Robin’s, but she’s taking Vickie to Paris this year, so-” 

“Oh no,” Eddie says, and starts walking towards the door. “Oh no, no, no. This won't do. I'll stay and keep you company.” 

“Wha-?” Steve stutters, following after him, gift bag in hand. “But you can't- … Don't you have- … What about Wayne?” 

Eddie shrugs. “I'll call him, he'll understand. Come on, Stevie, it'll be great. We can rent a movie, order Chinese. Just like old times.” 

Steve, already fumbling for his keys in his pocket, freezes. Eddie smiles back at him, bold and bright, but he imagines there's hope there. Hope and fear and seventeen years of unspoken things.

“Yeah,” he says, and unlocks the door. “Just like old times.”

Maybe they can have this, if only for one day. 

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[snghw4]

hi!! just wondering if you could write an x reader royalty fic, perhaps where a member is a knight and reader is a princess? i saw their destiny's memories popup and couldn't stop thinking about it

after dark

pairing: knight!choi san x princess!reader

words: 2k

genre: smut, royalty au, one shot (detailed fic later :3)

a/n: ty for requesting :,) i wanna write a long detailed knight princess au so bad omg-

the gardens during the daytime weren't much of a scene, especially when there wasn't much to see except a few maidens and servants going about at their tasks.

and knights.

and choi san.

your lover.

you spot him standing, not moving a muscle at his position, as he was on duty in front of the doorway.

"san" you playfully whisper from behind him, knowing he cannot move.

"you're always working so hard, "you told the knight, lower lip sticking out playfully.  he offered you a brief glance, but still stood at attention

"i'm working to protect you," he answered, voice low so he wouldn't get into any trouble for talking when he wasn't meant to be. you grabbed ahold of his hand, his armor clanging at the motion.

"come and protect me from upstairs"

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there was a soft tap at your window.

soft, but still hard enough to pull yourself away from your bed and make your way toward it, gently opening the window and unlatching the lock that held it close.

your knight was perched below the windowsill, having used the string vines to scale the walls of the palace, "hello, princess".

"san?" you exclaim softly. "what are you doing at this hour? here?"

"can i not see my princess when i want to?" he answered, snarkily. "now please let me in before i fall over; i dont think this is sturdy enough to hold me"

you help him in and shut the windows almost immediately. you hoped nobody saw him sneak into your room.

before you could turn and interrogate your lover, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a kiss on your shoulder, eliciting a sigh from you. you hadn't seen san in days, except the interaction earlier in the day, and the time felt excruciatingly torturous without him.

"i missed you, my princess," he sighs onto your shoulder, slowly brushing your hair away." i missed you so much"

"i missed you more, san" you smile, turning to face him, and finally taking a good look of him. you traced his sharp features gently, and placed a soft kiss on his nose.

he didn't wait long to place his lips on yours, after what felt like forever, softly cupping your cheeks with his palms. you slowly nipped at his bottom lip, the kiss only got heated with time, as your hands found its way around his neck.

his hands left your face to grab your waist and pull you even closer to him, wanting you to be as close to him as possible. his tongue prodded and swiped at your lips, the room filling with the sounds on your lips smacking. his lips felt so familiar it hurt. his breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. you let yourself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against your spine.

san left soft kisses that had your breath hitching down your neck, being careful not to leave behind any marks that would raise questions, tongue poking out to lick a stripe down your neck. you sighed at the contact, the soft moan only turning him on even more. he gets back up to face you, hands tracing your waist begging for more contact.

"tell me to stop and i will, but i need you, my love" he groans. he keeps pressing kisses down your jaw and neck that makes your heart flutter, each feather-light kiss leaving a trail of warmth that lingers long after his lips have moved on. "i need to have you now"

"then have me" you pant, watching san's eyes darken with intensity, taking in your expression of pure lust, a silent exchange, followed by the softest brush of his lips atop yours that sets the tension ablaze.

nothing could've prepared you for the way san flips and smashes his lips on yours, the sudden intensity making you gasp and grip onto his shoulders, melting into the kiss. his hands find your wrists, pinning them above you against the wall, lips still attached.

he swiftly gets the horrible excuse of a nightgown off you, hands immediately cupping your breasts as your breath hitched.he pulls away for not more than a second, going on to latch his lips onto your right nipple, making you whimper at the contact. his tongue slips out, flicking at it, and the feeling only made your sounds louder.

"so beautiful" he mumbles against your chest "all for me, aren't you?"

"all yours, san" you manage to whisper. you feel him smirk against your skin, hands cupping at your heat, and pushing your squirming body against the wall harshly.

"stay still, princess" he speaks tauntingly "need you to stay still if you wanna feel good"

you nod, watching him smirk at how your body flushed and shuddered when his fingers got close to where you needed him the most. he felt you and yearned for more of you every second, pressing his fingers onto your core through your panties with lazy circles.

"san please, don't tease" you whined as he chuckled. after what seemed like a century later, he swiftly gets rid of the cloth and the warm contact of his fingers only make you hiss loudly.

"shhh, doll" he breathed lightly. "as beautiful as you sound, you wouldn't want anyone catching us, would you?"

you shake your head, chest heaving at how his fingers grazed your clit ever so slightly.

"perhaps you'd like that too, no?" he mumbles, "you'd want them to see how wet i get you, how needy my princess is? look at yourself baby, you're soaking" you stutter his name wanting more, you wanted his so bad.

he gets down on his knees, throwing your leg over his shoulder, almost making you lose balance. the scene only gets you even more soaking than you already are: san on his knees, pressing kisses up your inner thigh making you squirm, and his eyes looking up at you.

"eyes on me, princess" his breath hits your core, "i want your eyes on me while i make you feel good"

before you could comply, he delves into your core, his lips on your clit, taking it in his mouth eliciting a soft moan from you. his tongue laps at your clit with reckless abandon as you muffle your sounds by biting down on your lip, tugging at his hair.

a high-pitched whine escapes your throat as pleasure crashes over you all of a sudden, your hands fisting in his hair to hold him in place. his tongue works magic on your throbbing clit, swirling and flicking in maddening patterns that have you seeing stars. 

he murmurs something against your slick folds that go unnoticed because of the waves of pleasure that are shooting up your spine at the moment, your inner walls clenching around nothing as he continues his relentless attack to get you closer to the edge.

you suddenly feel san's finger slip in you slowly, that only makes you roll your eyes at the contact, mouth agape as you take in the new sensation. your hips buck involuntarily as he sucks hard at your clit, while his fingers curl just the right amount to hit the spot that has you seeing stars.

you tug at his hair harder when you feel an orgasm creeping as you clench harder around his fingers, managing to silence your cries of pleasure.

"that's it doll, cum all over my tongue" you hear his groan, chin coated with your slick, looking up at you. he swipes his tongue between your folds before he sucks ar your clit between his lips and rolls it with his tongue, bringing you closer to ecstasy.

"san please, so close" you dont even know what your begging for anymore, all that you know is that you needed more, more of san as his movements become more urgent with your cries and whimpers.

you cry out as your first orgasm hits you, but san doesnt stop there. he groans against your core as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers.

"one more baby, give me one more" he urges, sucking harshly. it didn't take you long for the knot in your stomach to tighten for the second time, your wails only making his fingers pump harder.

he feels you cry out for the second time as moans with his mouth still on you, fingers moving slowly. you gasp and try to catch your breath as san presses soft kisses on your thigh, body still trembling.

"you did so well princess" san smiles at you, teasingly. a weak smile tugs at your lips as the lingering waves of pleasure are yet to calm down. his eyes are soft as he presses kisses on your cheeks, but there's a teasing glint in them that tells you he's enjoying every second of this, how he has you wrapped around his fingers. 

"feel this, baby?" he guides your hand to his bulge, groaning at the contact. "look at what you do to me"

san has to physically stop himself from taking you right there, until you see stars, wanting to to take it slow.

he has the whole night ahead of him anyway.

[loganhowlettshousewife]

hi, i absolutely love your animal series and can not wait to read all of your diversity december fics but especially the one about an autistic reader! if it's something you'd like to write and/or something that you have the time to fit in would you consider writing a logan x autistic!reader who is having one of those days where their taste buds are all out of whack and he is trying so hard to find something that you can eat because he refuses to let you go to bed without food. maybe a bit of trial and error in their too, like he makes you something but you just can't eat it and expect him to get mad but he's so nice and gentle about it. thanks and don't worry if not 💛

logan howlett x autistic!reader

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you may have a meltdown if this day gets any worse. all you want is to go to bed, to shut your eyes to the too-bright lights and fall into a slumber where you don’t have to deal with the buzzing under your skin. tomorrow you’ll wake up feeling marginally better, and you’ll move on as you always do.

but logan’s protective, obsessive about taking care of you, and refuses to let you go to bed without eating. usually it’s nice to have someone like him around, helpful when you’re often forgetting to take care of yourself in such ways, and it’s likely that tomorrow you’ll be grateful to him for feeding you, but right now you’re just tired and overstimulated.

nothing tastes right, your taste buds are all out of whack, and no matter what he makes you, you’re pretty sure it will only make you feel worse. even some of your safe foods aren’t sounding very safe food-y at the moment.

he’s wrapped a weighted blanket around you, turned the lights off in your shared room so that the only illumination comes from the open window, the golden glow of the setting sun. you focus on your breathing, in and out, the texture and weight of the blanket, the rocking motion of your body, back and forth.

there’s a quiet knock on your door, logan letting you know he’s returned, making sure he doesn’t catch you off guard when you’re in this state. he enters with a plate of food, one of your safe foods, and yet when you have the plate in your hands, when you have a forkful of food in your mouth, all you can feel is nausea crawling up your esophagus.

“i can’t,” you choke out, pushing it back into his hands, swallowing against the lump in your throat and pressure in your chest, “just let me sleep. i’ll be better tomorrow.”

he stands by your bedside but doesn’t come any closer, allowing you full control of the situation, letting you decide what kind of proximity you can handle right now. his eyes are so gentle, so understanding, and the kindness he affords you only makes you feel worse.

you wish he would shout at you, call you impossible the way your parents did, throw his hands in the air and tell you to deal with it yourself if you’re going to be difficult. his reactions are an unknown in a world that you thought you finally understood, and it scares you sometimes, how easily he breaks through your walls with his helpful nature and quiet admittances of somewhat understanding the way you’re feeling.

“you can’t go to bed without food,” he says, as if he doesn’t do it all the time. but he wants you to be healthy, never wants you to imitate his bad habits.

tears prick at your eyes, frustration rising in your chest, anger at yourself and at him and at the world and at your brain for being the way it is. he catches your hands before you can bury them into the skin of your arms, nails digging into the flesh, the only way you’re able to let out the volatile energy coursing through you.

“i’ll eat this, you don’t have to,” he continues, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles, “just tell me something you think you can eat. anything. it doesn’t have to be big or a full meal. and i’ll go make it for you.”

he’s too gentle with you, too kind, too understanding. it’s something you never thought you’d find in a relationship, not when you’ve been told your entire life that it’s too difficult to deal with your issues. but if logan’s willing to put in the effort, you tell yourself that you’ll try too, push yourself to be the person he thinks you can be.

so you let your head fall into his chest. he doesn’t touch you, doesn’t push your boundaries any further, just lets you rest there while you think, while you cycle through all your safe foods to find the least offensive of them. and when you whisper it against the soft, worn material of his shirt, he smiles down at you and says, “okay.”

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[zvdvdlvr]

Do I Look Scared? + Silco

Synopsis: You’re Silco’s bodyguard. Nothing more, nothing less. Until you heroically take a bullet for him.

You and Sevika had grown close during your time working for Silco. So close, in fact, she considered you blood: and having a bond so tight in a world so cruel meant everything. Tonight was one of the only slow-paced nights at the bar, which gave you the rate opportunity to snatch a bottle of bourbon and have a ‘gossiping session’ with Sevika about the scandals, murders, and secrets you’d encountered on the job.

“I’m not telling him anything,” you say with finality as you pass the bottle to the other woman. “Emotions only get into the way of the job.”

Sevika clucked after taking a swig of the alcohal. “Yeah, but have you considered that he reciprocates your affection?”

You scoffed. Tracing the edge of your bloodstained finger with your blade, you let your head thunk into the wall behind you vibrating with bass from the music below. “No. He does not. Besides, I do not care at all. I do my job and I get paid,” you explain. Sevika shoots you a glare over the rim of the bottle. “It is better this way. Everyone I get close to dies or leaves anyway,” you drawl, grasping the neck of the offered bottle.

From across you, the other woman sighed. “You meed to pull your head from your ass and see what’s right in front of you. If you don’t make a move now, there will be a day you can’t.”

“Sev,” you say. “I don’t care about anything except my money.”

Sevika lets you shove the bottle into her chest as you check your watch and stand up. You’re on your way to get paid, no doubt.

As you make the trek to Silco’s office, Sevika shakes her head. She knows you’re lying- you do care about Silco. But she also knows you want to remain as detatched from everything as possible so it’s easier for you to leave when you make that decision. Sevika just wishes you knew that Silco doesn’t let his eyes stay glued to just any bodyguard.

Oh well, she thinks, letting her eyes flutter shut.

“Good morning,” you greet.

Silco looks up and watches you slide into your designated spot on his couch. “Good morning, y/n. I imagine you are mentally prepared for the meeting later?”

A sly smile pulls at your lips that pulls at your one dimple. “I’m prepared for anything, Silco.”

The man told his head up and leans back in his chair. “I know,” he says. He can’t count how many times you had jumped into action to protect the Eye of Zaun. Too many times have you put yourself in front of bullets to prevent them from reaching their tatget and each time grew harder for Silco to tolerate as he grew more amd more fond of you.

Though he had the solace of knowing none of the bullets had ever buried themselves in your flesh, his fear was that one day you would be hit. Fatally.

“I understand you are aware of the repercussions of your actions,” Silco spoke to the three of trenchers in front of you.

You stood beside Silco, to the right of him with your hands at your side. The group in front of him had broken the deal Silco had offered- choosing to disregard his warnings of provoking the other dealers under Silco’s protection. An exhausting, stupid, and uninteresting experience overall, you conclude boredly. Until-

Click. Your left eye twitches as you focus your ears for the-

Click. Again. Realization flashes in your eyes at the same time the third gun cocks. “Guns,” you bark out, stepping forward with your gun drawn.

You fire two bullets at the two mutated men on the left as you shove Silco down behind the wooden chair. As two bodies fall, it seems at least ten more burst through the doors of the abandoned building chosen for the ‘meeting’. “I’m hungry,” you mutter absently as you drop three more lackeys. You duck under the fist of a stocky man. You sweep his feet from under him and bring your steel-toed boot down onto his head without glance as you send a bullet straight into another woman’s head.

“Are you seriously thinking of food while my life is in danger?” Silco asks dryly.

You scoff. “Do I look scared?” You leap at a pair of legs and bring down the lackey. Holding his body in front of you as a shield, you easily take out the last four shooters. Dropping the body riddled with bullet holes, you rush to Silco.

“No,” he answers quietly. “You don’t look scared.” He lets you pull him to his feet and examine him closely. “Y/n.”

You are still determining if the bloodstain donning his leather jacket is his or not when he steps closer to you and hesitates before placing his hands on your face. You feel his thumb rub gently at the dripping blood from your face as his eyes search yours. “Boss?”

“You… Y/n, I don’t know how to say this,” he starts. His feather-light hold on your complexion tightens as his breath shakes.

“Am I fired?” You ask, dread filling your face as you attempt to step back.

“No, y/n, you-“

On your right, you see movement concealed by the table. As you reach from your gun, you realize you missed one of the lackeys. “Fuck,” you curse, wrapping one arm over Silco and falling to the ground as the random fucking machine gun the idiot lackey somehow acquired fires. You shoot, but miss and hit the wood.

Silco groans under you, arms tight around your waist. You don’t realize his lanky legs are wrapped around your legs as you wrap your arm over his head for protection.

For a split, weak second, Silco’s eyes close as his limbs tighten around you for the illusion, that maybe you could be his and he, yours. You smell like gunpowder, the jasmine and saffron perfume you always wear, and the familiar iron fround in blood. Silco hears his ears ringing but if that’s the price he has to pay for your hand in his hair, then that shall be what he pays.

Silco is still zoned out when you flinch violently on top of him. You squirm to the other side and tighten your hold on him like a boa constrictor on it’s prey- and even though Silco is used to being the predator, he doesn’t mind. And then finally, he stops hearing the gunshots and his ears stop ringing. And when his ears stop ringing, a… longing fills his senses as you pull your protective hold from his head and roll off of him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, sitting up with a wince. “Silco?” You wince as you sit up, grabbing his chin and turning his head back and forth looking for blood or injury.

“I’m fine,” Silco answers. “Let’s go.”

As he brings himself to his feet, he gathers his senses and pushes his disappointment of not having your touch down to the bile in his stomach for the acid to dissolve. When you are not immediately at his side, he sees you sway on your feet and press sharply on your side.

“Y/n.” His voice is uncharacteristically quiet as he watches your chest heave as you fumble to put your gun into it’s holster.

“I’m fine,” you tell him. “I need to get you-“

“Y/n.”

Silco easily beats your limp with his long strides and pulls your hand from your side. Thick, dark blood stains your hands and bleeds into your shirt. “You cannot think I would not find out about this,” Silco informs you with a reprimanding tone.

You throw your hands up and immediately wobble. Silco reaches out to steady you as you answer: “As long as you are safe, I couldn’t give two shits if I got shot between the eyes,” you rasp. “This is what I’m paid to do,” you remind him.

Silco’s lips press into a thin line. “Do not ever say something so careless about yourself again.”

You look at him in confusion as he wraps your arm over his shoulder and takes a step forward. “Okay.”

Silco finally scooped you into his arms and started the trek to The Last Drop- which, was luckily only one block away. “Keep your eyes open,” he told you.

If you weren’t so lightheaded you would have thought he cooed at you. “Okay, boss.”

“Tell me something, y/n,” Silco said, glancing down at your crumpled form. He felt his jaw tighten as your face screwed up in pain as Silco took a step. He felt guilty for jostling your injured body around so much. “Tell me anything.”

Your breathing has slowed considerably. “I…” your hand reaches up to trace the curve of Silco’s nose as you fail to gather your thoughts. “I used to dance. Ballet. My mama… she was a dancer. My papa was a fighter. When I told my pa I wanted to start boxing like him, he told me I had to dance if I wanted…” you yawn and feel your head grow heavy. Your arm is too heavy to lift. Normally, that would bother you but you’re in Silco’s arms. “If I wanted to be ‘swift as a fox and precise as a snake’.”

Silco’s hard eyes soften. He quivers as you run you knuckles over his chest. “Do you still talk to them? Your mama and papa?”

“Nah,” you drawl. “Papa, mama, and Derri are dead. They… I don’t want to talk ‘bout ‘em.”

“Who’s Derri?” Silco asks.

You answer despite your ‘I don’t wanna talk about them’. Silco feels his heart beat irregularly as you burrow into his body as he carries you home. “My brother.”

Silco stays quiet. When you don’t elaborate further, he looks down and sees your eyes closed. “Y/n. Y/n!”

You blink owlishly. “Silco.”

“Hi.”

“Hey,” you reply. “My side hurts really bad and you’re carrying me. That’s not… Am I fired?”

Silco turns the corner to the main street and sees the familiar sign. “No, y/n. I would give you anything- even a job- should you ever need it.”

“I’ll be okay, right?” You ask, blearily examining Silco’s eyes for any sign of lies.

“Do I look scared?”

Blinking, a small smile pulls at your lips at the words you spoke earlier. “No,” you yawn. “You don’t look scared.”

You can’t hear Silco’s next words because you are too preoccupied with falling unconscious.

Silco shifts in his seat when he hears you cough. It’s when you try to pull your hand from his does he open his eyes. His mouth opens and he feels a wave of relief crash into him because you’re awake. “Hello, y/n.”

You shoot him a wry smile and attempt to sit up. When Silco wordlessly pushes your fatigued body back to the bed, you decide it better to lie till and be a bad bodyguard. “I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have-“

“What? Shouldn’t have done your job flawlessly and get yourself injured saving my life? Y/n, darling, do not apologize for things that are my fault,” he tells you, his thumb stroking your knuckles. “Forgive me if I’m reading the situation wronf, but… I care for you. More than necessary. I will be here for you unless you tell me to walk away and leave you to your life. But believe me when I say: thank you. Thank you y/n, but never do that again.”

You blink. “Silco,“ you begin with a raspy voice. “Slow down… for my sake. Just, be here. Or,” you shrug. “I know you probably have work to do. If you want to leave and work on that, I won’t be offended-“

“Let me be here for you.” Silco finally asserted.

You just smile and look down to see his nimble fingers tenderly tracing your veins and occupying himself with you. “Okay.”

[sleepymccoy]

“D’you’ve waterfalls on Vulcan?”

Spock’s chair squeaked. McCoy assumed he had turned and glared at him, but didn’t bother to look and find out. He was stretched out across two chairs over the aisle, feet and arms crossed to keep him somewhat balanced. He had his eyes shut and was pretending he was sunning himself on a gorgeous Georgian day. The smashed shuttle window let the wind in and he could just pretend it was sweet like rotting peach. He was calm and carefree, and not waiting for Spock to give up and announce that they were going to die here. 

“Do ya?” McCoy needled.

“Not to the same height one sees on Earth, but yes.”

“But no oceans.”

“No,” Spock said snippily. “No oceans. Why do you ask?”

“Me?” McCoy breathed. “I’m thinking about water.”

“We have water, are you thirsty already?”

“We have a day’s worth of water, it’s yours.”

The chair at the console squeaked again. Spock sighed. “Doctor, I expect I understand you, and I must be clear that I object. Also, the idea is absurd. Also, I-” Spock sighed. “I am your commander, and I- ”

McCoy opened his eyes and looked over at Spock, which for some reason made him quiet. He wasn’t, as it turned out, sunning beautifully in a hay field. He was in a somewhat uncomfortably warm shuttle stuck on a rock that wasn’t going to cool down. 

And Spock was glaring at him. At least that was always true.

“I insist we split the water evenly,” Spock said unconvincingly. 

McCoy pulled his feet off the chair and sat up. “It’s disgusting in here,” McCoy complained. The slight breeze did nothing to make the shuttle cooler, just reminded him that they were exposed to the hot and dry elements. He pulled his blue shirt off and tugged the sleeve of his blacks up to his shoulder to let his skin breathe. 

“You’re from a desert planet,” McCoy said. “No ocean. Shit waterfalls. And you told me about your kalifey, you know how to survive on minimal water. I can’t keep up with that. I’ll be drinking that litre before you’re even thirsty, and I’ll be dead before your throat starts a-tickling. Without me, you can last the week until the Enterprise gets back. With me… giving it to me is a waste.”

“I am not entertaining this,” Spock snapped. “Go check outside.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. “You know I’m right,” he said as he stood and went to the door. “I’m gonna have a walk about, see you in a bit.”

“Doctor- ” 

McCoy shut the door. Spock didn’t follow him out, or lean out the broken window to shout at him. Ah, well, that felt a little bit like permission to bugger off.

The sun wasn’t brutal here, but it was without break. It was a ridiculous situation to be in, really. He and Spock had left the conference early, having agreed that the speakers didn’t know a thing that they were talking about. They had nicked off to have a look at the neighbouring planet which was interestingly tidally locked with the sun. Spock wanted to explore the temperate zone for a couple days before the Enterprise was due back. 

They’d crashed, their radio and stores were destroyed. The temperate zone was weeks of walking away, so staying with the shuttle was sensible. But no one knew they were here and McCoy knew what thirst did to humans and vulcans both. 

There were no clouds. Spock had this hope it’d rain on them, but it wasn’t looking likely. 

Yeah. McCoy was dead either way. Might as well save Spock the discomfort. 

He glanced back at the shuttle, reached his hand out slightly in a vague farewell, and turned to the mountain in the near distance without fully acknowledging what he was doing. Seemed easier if he ignored it, really. 

He started walking away. 

A few minutes into the trek he took his shirt off and wrapped it over his head. Bit of protection from the sun. It had been silly to take his blue sleeves off, really. 

It was beautiful in a stark, dead kind of way. He kept to the rocks as much as he could, avoiding leaving footprints in the sand for Spock to follow. There were some attractive rocky outcrops ahead which he headed towards, partially to keep himself out of direct eyeline once Spock came looking for him and partially because there might be some shade there. 

There was some life in the desert. He bothered these flat lizards. They scuttled sideways like crabs, but their skin was flexible like a lizard. He didn’t get much of a look at them, scared of him as they were. Some small shrubs, grass-like and stiff. Nothing tall though, nothing that’d even scratch his knees. 

He climbed the outcrop steadily. Once slightly over the ridge he sat and looked out at the desert ahead. 

He didn’t like it. 

He didn’t look back.

Spock was likely looking for him by now. Couldn’t tell shit from the sun, but it felt like he’d been walking for an hour or so. Which meant it had probably been half that. His throat was dry. How long was Spock likely to keep his search up? Hopefully not too long. McCoy didn’t love the idea of dying out here, but he liked it a whole lot more than dying knowing he’d taken Spock out too. 

He kept moving, trudging down the rocks. No shade.  

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40k words, dubcon aspects, spones romance (and sex) plot <3

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Oh Baby, You Part 54 - Hope Yet

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You wonder if it’s because you’ve had so much going on, so many layers of thought piling on top of each other until they’re compressed like ash, that you just pushed what Mingyu had said a few days ago to the back of your mind.

Or maybe you just didn’t want to think Mingyu would doubt anything about your son. His son. His son that is your son but not your and his son.

Oh, god.

No. You will not make Mingyu’s doubts your own, and you won’t project your doubts onto how you perceive Mingyu. That’s not fair. 

“Thanks again for this,” you say on Saturday morning as you hold your son out for Mingyu to take. It’s not that you mean to avoid his eyes, but for some reason, you can’t seem to stop yourself.

“No problem.” Mingyu pulls a gleeful Orion up into his arms. “Don’t worry about a thing. He’s safe with me.”

Despite your inner turmoil, you have no doubts that Mingyu will do at least that— keep Orion safe. You pat Orion’s back “I know.”

Mingyu rocks back on the balls of his feet. “So…” he says, and now, he’s the one avoiding your eyes. “Going on a date?”

“Oh. Actually, no. I’m meeting up with Jihoon.”

“Jihoon?” Mingyu’s eyes widen as his head snaps up. “Not the same Jihoon who completely cut you out of Wonwoo’s life three years ago.”

You shrug. “He’s trying to make up for it.”

“You’re too forgiving, Sunshine.”

About to defend Jihoon or at least yourself, you stop when Mingyu adjusts his grip on Orion and mutters, “But I guess I should be thankful for that.”

“Mingyu…”

“Have a good time with Jihoon.” Voice back to normal, Mingyu puts one hand on his front door and starts to close it. “If you can forgive him, maybe there’s hope yet.”

You frown. “What do you—”

The door shuts.

“—mean. Okay.”

=

After Jeonghan’s personal driver returns you to your apartment, you wait for Jihoon in the lobby until the nicest yet normal-looking black car you’ve ever seen pulls up out front. He doesn’t say much when you get in, and he really only looks at you when he asks what you want from the drive-thru cafe. You sip your drink in silence for the drive, but when he pulls into the parking lot of a park you suggested, you finally speak up.

“If this is your idea of talking, Jihoon, it’s a bit… underwhelming.”

Grimacing, Jihoon shifts the car into park and runs his hand over his face. “I…” He groans. “It was a lot easier to think about what I should say than it is to say it.”

“Well.” You tap an awkward finger on your leg. “What were you thinking about saying?”

He meets your eyes. “Sorry. About a million times.”

With a snort, you smile and bring your drink up to your lips. “That’s a start.”

“And… something about how I don’t want to make excuses.”

“That would be nice,” you say, nodding.

He continues, “But, also, explain why I was so… so stupid and presumptuous and aggressive and— and—”

“Protective?” you finish for him.

He groans again. “Is it protective if there was nothing to protect him from?”

“You didn’t know that.”

“Stop.”

Pausing, you let your hand with your drink in it rest on your lap. “Stop…what?”

“It’s like you’re defending me for me— to me,” he explains, frustrated but not upset. His eyes focus on something past the front windshield. “You’re always doing that. Rationalizing why people do the things they do, even when it’s stuff that hurts you.”

Suddenly defensive, you shrug your shoulders upward and keep them there, looking out your window. “Everyone has their reasons, don’t they?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and when you turn back around, your eyes meet his. “Just because I had my reasons doesn’t mean what I did wasn’t stupid, and messed up, and—”

“Jaded,” you finish for him.

He exhales and nods. “That too, but it’s not as important as those other things. I was an idiot first and foremost.”

“Jihoon…” You sigh, shifting a bit in the car seat to face him better. “I — Mingyu and Jeonghan and I — practically did everything we could to convince the entire world that I was pregnant and had a kid. It’s not your fault the news reached you before I could.”

“You’re doing it again,” he says, and you sheepishly distract yourself with your drink. When he softly calls your name, you look up at him again. “Maybe it’s not my fault I fell for that crazy plan, but making sure Wonwoo fell for it too? That’s completely on me.”

You tilt your head. “I guess I can’t argue with that.”

Scoffing lightly, Jihoon puts one hand on the steering wheel and taps his thumb against it. “And you shouldn’t. If you keep arguing on my behalf, I can’t get started on my apology.”

You think about all the anonymous gifts he’s already sent to your apartment. “You haven’t started yet?”

“Hardly,” he says, a shy smile back on his face. You haven’t seen him genuinely smile in years, if you don’t count how he smiled for his fans back at the concert. Which you suppose you do. He shifts the car back into drive, and you fumble to put your seat belt back on. “I have three years of forcing you to be a single parent to make up for.”

“Okay, it’s not your fault I stayed single—”

He shuts you up with a look.

You take another sip of your drink. “Where are we going?”

“The gym.”

Your mouth drops open. “Your idea of an apology is to make me work out?”

Turning out of the parking lot, Jihoon glances at you after making his shoulder check. “I’ve started kickboxing recently. I figured, maybe it would be nice for you to hit something; or someone.”

The corners of your lips lift up. Somehow, against all odds, you missed this guy and his roundabout ways. “You?”

He shrugs, not meeting your eyes, but a wry smile appears on his lips as well. “If that’s what you’re into.”

“Jihoon…” You shake your head and laugh in disbelief. “You might not be as horrible at this apology thing as I thought.”

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Day 20: a fic with fanart

📚 Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid

Draco/Harry, 99k, E

Summary:

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

Fanart links

🖤Kismet's portrayal of Harry's delirium in the cabin by @kk1smet

🐩 zigster's vision of Harry and his wolf by @zigster-ao3

🤍 junk-ren's depiction of their first meeting

☕ Creeee's art of Draco and Harry hanging out in the apartment by @creeeee

🐺⚡🗡🌕

I have tried, numerous times, to put my stream of consciousness that is me talking about this fic and its' fanart into something resembling a proper rec. Please be kindly informed that I have failed. Apparently, when there's Wolf Harry involved, I loose my ability to be coherent so enjoy me screaming about this work - in spoilers and quotes -under the cut <3

Thank you @hprecfest for the prompt, @quicksilvermaid for creating this story and @kk1smet, @zigster-ao3, junk-ren and @creeeee for sharing your wonderful art with us!

See y'all for day 21 prompt <3

OKAY, here goes!

In the very first scene of the fic Harry recognizes Draco while they are both glamoured by his behaviour alone. He could probably write a PhD on Draco Lucius Malfoy with minimal effort 😅 Oh and the classic "Scared, Malfoy" also makes an appearance as beautifully illustrated by junk-ren <3

The socio-political aspect of the story! Harry is bitten while on duty and he gets sacked bc they can't employ werewolves ????? But they can have people out there on the missions that have put them in this position in the first place? Literally what is this shit! The society's prejudice is harmful enough but what's breaking my heart is that Harry believes it. And then as we learn what exactly has happened and just how conficted Harry is about the way he is now - well, by the end of the story I couldn't help by feel proud of the progress he's made :') The way were-creatures are treated in this society is an excellent metaphore for minorities of any kinds and as a member of one such group, it felt so validating to read about it illustrated like that *melts*

So now Harry is ex-Auror, and rightfully bitter about it, he does private commsions under alias HUNTER JAMES. Yes, you're reading this right. Oh bby, you are NOT being subtle xd Draco, on the other hand, is a fugitive. Which makes for a very delicious suspense throughout the story, the boys never being sure of each other.

Bodyguard Harry while Draco is the brain of the operation !!!!! I am not okay. Literally Harry being muscle (and scents xd) of the op while Draco does all the planning. Exquisite. Also boys just... being themselves ^^

Harry pulls his arm out of Malfoy's grip and barely resists snarling at him. He's suddenly sick of being treated like Malfoy's lackey. 'I'm just the hired muscle, remember. I hardly think it matters if I look pretty.' Malfoy's mouth thins in displeasure. 'And that is exactly why you're the hired muscle and I'm the one hiring you. I know exactly what's needed for you to fit in and not embarrass me, and it's a tailored suit and you need it now. So shut up and hurry up.' Harry narrows his eyes and Malfoy does the same right back.

Werewolf Harry!!!! Scenting !!!! Protective instincts!!!!! TAKING A LITERAL KNIFE FOR DRACO AND ALmosT DyiNg WHIle Draco takes them to a safe house in the middle of nowhere AND TAKES CARE OF HIM WHILE HE’s deLiriouS. And thanks to @kk1smet we have the visual of this scene!!! There's also this little fact that Harry is able to smell bodily reactions so he’s aware of more than Draco wants him to see:

Harry waves the question away. 'So, what prep do you need me to do?' Malfoy's eyes flick across his body for an instant and Harry smells a hint of arousal. It surprises him enough that he breathes deeper, almost unconsciously, but when he meets Malfoy's eyes, there's no hint of his reaction to the words. He wonders if he's mistaken. There's no way Malfoy could be interested in him, especially not after the conversation they'd just had.

... which still doesn't make him any smarter about said reactions 😅

Not to mention his wolf part wants what it wants:

'I need some air,' Harry growls, needing to be away from Malfoy; to be away from the intensity of his emotions. It's the moon, he knows that. He always gets more protective this close to the full moon; always fixates more on people. This level of emotion, though—jealousy—is one he doesn't normally experience. He doesn't like it. He especially doesn't like that it's directed at Malfoy. Fucking wolf. 

I don't know about you but I was cheering for the wolf to have his way 🐺

Harry having the Weasleys as his pack 😭😭😭

'Hi, Harry,' Bill says, reaching out and drawing him into a hug. There's no trace of surprise in his voice. Harry spends most of his moons at the Burrow, weak and shivering through his suppressant potions as Molly fusses over him. Bill holds him tight and Harry lets himself relax into the embrace, letting the familiar sound of Bill's heartbeat relax him slightly.

Harry not accepting himself and keeping his lycanthropy a secret while Draco has ZERO PROBLEM with it AND HE FIGURED IT OUT RIGHT AWAY!!!!!!!!!!! He was literally like, yeah, cool, cool, can we go on now please? And not only that he was literally campaigning wolf rights to Harry himself!

Loyalty Bond!!!!

You wear something of mine - traditionally it would be a house sigil, but I don't think you sporting the Malfoy crest would be advisable.' Malfoy smiles, but there is no warmth in his eyes. 'Then we cast a bond that ties you to me. […] Your mind and your will would be your own. You'd just be incapable of betraying me.' He holds up his hand, clearly anticipating Harry's next objection. 'You would be able to remove the Bond at any time. You just remove the object I give you.'

And despite knowing that, Harry keeps blaming the bond for catching feelings

The bond is creating that sharp, twisting feeling, that feels like jealousy, when he watches Malfoy flirting with the brawny man opposite him.

I hate to break it to you baby but that's just you xd

Also, right after Draco tells Harry he’s not in touch with his family, Harry emphasizes immediately with such feeling:

He feels a tug of loneliness in his chest, at the thought of being without a pack. He forces himself to put ideas like that aside. Thoughts like that are dangerous. Malfoy is his path back into the Ministry and a former Death Eater who needs to be put back in Azkaban where he belongs. That's it.

Sure bby, of course, keep telling yourself that.

There's anger in the room. Sadness. Disgust. It hits him at once, all of it, and it's all he can do to keep standing. Then Malfoy is there, and the door is swinging closed again, cutting the overload off briefly. Malfoy's scent wraps around him as he clenches Harry's arm, leaning in close to look into his face. 'Hunter?' he says, his voice a mixture of annoyance and something else Harry can't quite recognise. 'What's going on?

I can recognise it, it’s concern, it’s care, it’s a hint at the delightful hurt/comfort we are about to be treated with 😄

Oh, and in the meantime, Harry WORKS OUT. Just like that, while poor Draco tries to do some research. Go check out @creeeee's work if you want to see how difficult that must have been for our favourite Slytherin 😅

Also, the UST, the lust and wanting underlying the plot. Which takes some turns but the climax is sooooo satysfying. Of both the plot and the plot-what-plot part :D Honestly, this fic is so hot, I just cannot

THE CAVE SCENE!!

I will never forget it. It was so special :') Wolf Harry!! I love him. He's just a big puppy with sharp teeth, the end. Go see @zigster-ao3's idea of Harry and his wolf and imagine them in that scene. Now you have the visual for all those feelings, good luck ever forgetting that!

Finally I loooooove how we can see their relationship changing over chapters. It so gratyfying when reading a longer fic, when you can explore their relationship's evolving from barely accepting each other to this fierce feeling of adoration.

Lastly - the last chapter. This one I don't want to spoil because honestly, I had tears in my eyes reading this. SO IYKYK 🤍🦊

'I wanted to run with you, though.'

[in1-nutshell]

Request juno struggling with being pregnant

There have been too many request about this. Just going to combine all of them here!

Hope you enjoy!

5 Things that have happened during Juno's pregnancy

SFW, Platonic, Pregnancy, Familial, Romantic, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

The following are just some of the events that happened during Juno’s pregnancy.

1. The new schedule adjustments

Now sparked, Juno was advised to take some of her usual tasks a bit easier or ask for help in doing heavier things.

They understood and tried getting used to the temporary change.

Rodimus wanted them to just focus on the sparkling instead of doing work, this ended up with a day’s long argument between the couple.

It ends up being resolved with a compromise with Juno doing more of the tasks that have them at the desk.

They won’t admit it, but they are grateful for the change when their pedes and frame starts to ache and pulse dully.

Juno gently slumps on the berth with their optics shut. They feel a familiar warmth sitting next to them while gently rubbing a thumb on the side of their helm. Juno barely cracks an optic open. Juno: “Roddy?” The familiar chuckle confirms it. Rodimus: “Rough day?” Juno groans. Juno: “More of a sore day.” Rodimus: “You know, you can always—” He stops when he sees them glare slightly at him. Juno: “Roddy we’ve talked about this.” Rodimus just shrugs. Rodimus: “Can’t blame a mech for trying.” They both laugh a bit before getting ready to go to sleep.

2. Protective Rodimus unlocked

Rodimus had always been a bit protective over Juno, even before they were a couple.

When Juno was his friend, he saw it fitting to be their friend that could protect them while giving them a good time.

A knight in shining armor that would occasionally flirt once feelings started blooming.

The protectiveness ramped up once they had their run in with the DJD.

Rodimus understood that Juno could handle themselves… but the image of their limp and battered frame would be seared in his mind.

Now with a sparkling on the way, the protectiveness skyrocketed.

But he wasn’t going to go overboard and smother them, just heavily hint on things that would keep Juno and the sparkling safe and healthy!

He wants this to be as safe a pregnancy and delivery as possible.

Rodimus figures that this something he couldn’t screw up.

Will pick Juno up if they are feeling particularly achy or tired.

Has talked with Drift and Ratchet about what else he can help with the pregnancy.

Massages when they are alone in the habsuite.

Juno is sitting up against the wall of the berth while Rodimus gently starts massaging their pedes. Rodimus is humming a tune. Juno tilts their helm a bit and gently strokes his helm fins. He stops and looks at them. Rodimus: “Joony? You need something?” Juno shakes their helm. Juno: “Just wondering.” Rodimus stops the massage and gives them his full attention. Rodimus: “Wondering what? Is it the bitty? Did the energon not sit right? Is it too cold—” Juno: “Roddy! Its not that. Huh, I’m the worrier not you hun.” Rodimus huffs a bit. Juno: “Just wondering how lucky I am to have you by my side.” They chuckle feeling Rodimus’s frame growing warmer and pulls him to a hug. Rodimus: “I should be the one wondering that Joony.” He wraps his arms around them and doesn’t let go.

3. Perceptor

Perceptor started off distant from his sibling during the first weeks.

Always in the lab, even more than usual.

It worried Juno a lot and made them upset.

He wasn’t answering his messages or com lines.

Was he mad at them?

Was he mad at the sparkling?

They had tried to go to the lab, but no one let them within 10 feet from it.

Apparently the Co-Captains finally agreed on something for once…

Brainstorm gets one whiff of this and forcefully drags Perceptor with Rodimus so the siblings could talk.

Juno has to break the tension and bluntly states they know he is mad at them, but they could really use their big brother right now.

Percy is taken back stating that he isn’t mad.

Juno demands to know why he was being so distant.

He shyly hands them a data slug.

They plug it in and it has blue prints and plans for cribs, toys, alarms, etc for the sparkling.

He just wanted to take some load off Juno’s shoulders.

Perceptor is pulled in the biggest and tightest hug he had ever received from a crying Juno. Perceptor pulls from the hug. Perceptor: “There is one thing I must ask from you.” Juno: “What is it?” Perceptor: “Do not name the sparkling Hot Rod.” Juno cracks a smile. Perceptor: “Promise me Juno.” They give him a cheeky smile. Perceptor: “I mean it Juno!”

4. The habsuite

Juno and Rodimus taken on themselves to re organize the habsuite to fit in their newest member.

They would all share the habsuite until the sparkling was a bit older to handle sleeping in a habsuite alone.

Rodimus wanted to repaint the room.

Juno agreed and decided to reorganize some of their lighter things.

Rodimus gets mad if they even try to touch something heavy.

When word gets around that the pair was remodeling their habsuite, there are some bots who show up to lend a servo.

They all get the room repainted and reorganized with the sparklings things in record time.

Juno spots a box with some data pads. They try and pick it up but Nautica picks it up. Nautica: “Didn’t Rodimus say for you to sit down?” Juno: “Its just a small box Nautica, I think I can handle it.” Juno tries to take the box. Rodimus suddenly appears from behind. Rodimus: “Juno!” Juno: “ACK!” Rodimus steadies them before they slip on a rouge marker. Rodimus: “Sorry about that—hey why aren’t you resting?” Juno has a servo over their spark and tries controlling their vents. Juno: “You know, sitting sounds really nice right now…”

5. Sparkling shower

It was now about halfway into the pregnancy when Juno finally gave in and gave Rodimus the green light to throw a party for the bitty.

They had refused to do a party in the beginning, mainly because they didn’t feel comfortable.

Rodimus whined a bit but respected their wishes.

Once he gets the word, on the condition that Magnus, Megatron and Ratchet would inspect it, he takes off.

Magnus does a double take when Rodimus actually fills out a form CORRETCTLY with minimal mistakes and errors.

Now if he could only do this with his regular work…

Rodimus gets Swerve and Drift involved in the party planning.

After a couple of changes by the three mechs, the party is a go.

It was a small group that came in after hearing that no engex was going to be served at the bar.

Juno had made it clear they did not want any drop of engex being served, the smell made them purge their tanks.

Thankfully the group consisted of most of their friends.

Gifts were brought to the party.

Rodimus hands Juno a gift box. Juno: “This one is from… Whirl?” Whirl raises his cube on energon. Whirl: “That’s mine alright!” Rodimus looks at the box cautiously as Juno opens it. They take out a sparkling carrier. Juno: “Aww, this is adorable and handy! Thank you Whirl!” Whirl: “Read it!” Juno looks closer at the small writing on the back. Juno: “PILF?” Whirl: “That’s Parent I’d like to—” Perceptor, Magnus and Cyclonus quickly try and shush the copter bot. Tailgate: “Cyclonus what does that mean?” Juno: “I’m with Tailgate, what does that mean?” Rodimus just laughs loudly while covering their audials. Rodimus: “You don’t need to know that!” Juno: “Roddy? What—” Rodimus: “You don’t need to know that!”

Guess which cat is Juno and Rodimus...

[catbolt]

— FLORIDA KILOS

[SOUNDTRACK] Florida Kilos - Lana Del Rey || ▶︎

Business trips with Sylus are atypical.

[TAGS] sylus x female mc, angsty fluff?, smut, canonical sylus but he also sells drugs

[A/N] written very topically in key west cause my vacation would have been sm better with sylus (i need to touch grass)

[WC] 1.2k

songfic 2/?

They touch down in the late afternoon, the sun barreling down over the horizon dramatically like a ball of hellfire, sending ricocheting red tongues of flame out over a turquoise ocean. She feels the ground rumble as the wheels kiss the pavement, Sylus’ strong hand wrapping around her waist to secure her as they roll to a stop. 

They step out into the Florida sunset, deplaning onto his private hangar. His arm remains around her waist the entire while, the only sound other than the whirring plane engines being the clank of his rings against each other as he hoists their bags over his shoulder. They descend onto the tarmac. She looks up at him, his face inscrutable behind a pair of dark sunglasses. 

She doesn’t get Sylus, not really. Every time she thinks she does, he does something so unexpected that she has to rework her entire understanding of him. Like when he takes extended time to pet the stray cat outside the hotel, or makes casual conversation with the bellhop with a broad and genuine smile on his face. A smile that falls immediately the second the door falls shut behind them, and he proceeds to immediately check the entire room for bugs and arm himself with a gun from his luggage. 

Still a business trip, sweetheart, he murmurs softly as he sees her eyes trained on the way he tucks the pistol onto the stomach band holster beneath his t-shirt. Need to make sure I’m keeping you safe.

She knew about the protocores and weapons. What she didn’t fully grasp until now was that when Sylus once told her he had his hands in a lot of pies, he also meant drugs. That was why he'd taken her to Florida. She catches him on tense calls late at night, tapping into security feeds to scrutinize black cars carrying god knows what illicit substances and paraphernalia through back alleys, even rifling through miscellaneous vials and baggies that are shoved into a suitcase he tells her not to open. She ignores it for the most part. She’s learned to push down the moral ambivalence that stirs up whenever she thinks about what Sylus actually does for a living, the mix of guilt and confusion and frustration at her complete inability to reconcile two halves of the man she loves.

When they’re on the beach together, she just pretends they’re just a normal couple on vacation. She relaxes in the warm ocean, feeling Sylus’ eyes on her all the way from their cabana where he sits, preferring the shade. The corner of his mouth quirks into a barely-there smirk as she exits the water, taking in her swimsuit-clad form as he sips on a glass of dark rum. The second she’s close enough, she’s in his arms, his thumbs rubbing circles into the salt still lingering on her skin, his sun-flushed nose nuzzling into the place where her neck meets her jaw. He murmurs unintelligible nothings into her soft skin, more for himself than for her to hear.

He doesn’t tell her details of the business he's here on in an effort to keep work time separate as much as possible, though she can see it weighing on him each time he gets back to the hotel room after one of his “meetings." HIs face always look tired, but quickly softens into a gentler expression when he sees her, and he envelops her in his arms, peppering fluttering kisses over her face and neck. He deftly sidesteps the majority of her work-related questions to ask about her days instead. It’s not because he underestimates her– he’s just unshakably devoted to her protection, and the less she knows, the safer she is.

She doesn’t get him when he insists repeatedly that it’s just a business trip, but makes a continuous and purposeful effort to make sure she’s having a good time, that she’s enriched and well taken care of. The days he’s gone early in the morning, she wakes up to notes on the nightstand: Got you tickets to the museum, if you want to go today. Or I think you should visit the beach while I’m out. I’ve set up a driver to take you at noon. He insists on private charter planes, private drivers, private security, private beaches and excursions for her, ensuring she’s fully surveilled every second she’s out and about while he’s away.

Only when he’s back at the hotel with her does he ease up a bit, dismissing security detail for the night, taking her out on the town holding her hand tightly all the while. He buys her all the mai tais and mojitos she asks for, walking her home with a protective hand on her as she stumbles giggly through the streets, hands toying in the strings of her bikini beneath her cover-up.

When he lays her on the bed, French balcony doors blown open haphazardly by the wind, the sound of the waves battering softly against the shore and the chirp of cicadas are the only sounds other than their breathing. He removes each piece of her clothing slowly, tantalizingly, not with the intention to tease (though that is inevitably the resulting effect) but more because he simply cherishes each millisecond he spends uncovering another sliver of her body, each inch of her he reveals sending a shiver through him like he's discovering a secret. He worships her with slow wet kisses, his hands following close behind everywhere his lips have touched, soothing the skin that blooms purple and red with gentle caresses. He grips her hips softly when he enters her, exhaling a deep and heavy sigh, rocking back and forth achingly slowly with his eyes closed in bliss. He holds her securely in his arms with one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her neck, fingers pressing into her skin, each fingertip of pressure sending hot spears of desire deep into her body.

She doesn’t quite understand the loving things he whispers into her ears in times like this. She doesn’t get where it comes from, the rare, delicate softness in his words so strikingly absent from the way he talks to anyone else— so beautiful for me, my dove, I worship you, my gorgeous girl…

Afterwards, he stands on the balcony, cigarette clamped between his lips as he stares out over the ocean, hair damp from the shower and towel slung low over his hips. He swirls a glass of whisky in his other hand, tendrils of smoke clawing their way into the tepid night air through his teeth. Faint music from the nearby bars mingles with the sound of gentle waves upon the shore, so soft it sounds almost like ripples, like rain.

When he’s in his head like this she knows better than to ask him what he’s thinking. Instead, she just comes up behind him, standing not too close or too far, resting her elbows on the banister. They both watch the starlight freckle the surface of the ocean outside. 

I love you, Sylus mumbles. It’s what he always says when he doesn’t know what else to. The utterance is so quiet it’s nearly drowned out by the sound of the water, but she catches it, just barely.

I love you too.