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#it's truly a pity for several and obvious reasons that same-sex marriage isn't legal here#(one of them being that i might not be able to get married with someone i love ever lmao)#and one of them is that i can't platonically marry by best friend and i would :(#for benefits and for the plot#we once again proved to each other that we're a great couple (of besties)#and also it just sucks that it's not an option and i know how much it hurts my friends and how much it might hurt me in the future#anyway#the day started not great but then i met with said bestie and we went grocery shopping and to ikea and i was driving this time#bc it's usually her being the driver between the two of us#and it was fun and i love her and my day got so much better#agnes talking
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us. | l.n
summary: and what seemed like fate becomes "what the hell was i doin'?" ; aka time heals all wounds, so they say, but has it been long enough for it to heal the one he left?
warnings: the highly requested part two to âaugustâ, use of she/her pronouns, childhood friends to lovers, second chance romance, oscar giving lando advice bc duh, pining, language, lando absolutely word vomiting when it comes to his feelings, fluff towards the end.
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oscar piastri took pride in being more observant rather than being the life of the party. he much rather preferred to be labeled as the 'wall hugger' rather than the wild child between him and his teammate. he let lando have that role, opting on sitting on the sidelines more often than not.
but tonight, it was completely different. the aussie driver had agreed to hitting the club in monaco tonight to celebrate charles' first home win and his own second place finish. he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on with his teammate, eyeing him as he sat down in the lounge area the group had gotten for the evening. something out of the normal for the brit.
he decided to take matters into his own hands, joining his friend on the couch. lando sent a tight lipped smile to his teammate, another red flag the aussie picked up on. he wasn't sporting his usual smile, the one that beamed. one of pure joy.
"you feeling alright, mate?" oscar asked, genuinely concerned.
lando nodded in response, "'m good, just a bit tired."
he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked out at the dance floor of people. the crowd normally lando would be in the middle of, but not tonight.
"gonna make me pry it out of you or are you just gonna tell me?"
lando chuckled softly, letting out a soft sigh, "y'know that new reporter for sky who was in the media pen earlier?"
oscar furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, trying to remember your name, "think so? shit, what was her name?"
"y/n," lando said and oscar nodded in agreement.
"yeah, that's it," the aussie turned back to look at his teammate, "what about her?"
"well, a few years ago, her and i kind of..." lando trailed off, leaving his teammate to raise his eyebrows.
"you two had a thing?"
lando nodded, "yeah, she had a vacation rental next to mine in the states, and one summer we just really hit it off. y'know, we went on dates and eventually it turned into something more, and... oscar, i was in love with her."
the australian was shocked, "did you tell her?"
"i did," lando nodded, swallowing before continuing, "and i was with her when i got the call that they wanted me to join the team, and i just... i fucking left. i left without waking her up and saying goodbye. the best few months of my entire life, falling in love with someone who has never made me feel more loved and appreciated, and it all went down the drain because i fucked it all up."
oscar sat in silence for a minute, processing what the brit next to him had just told him, "well, do you still love her?"
"i never stopped," lando looked over at his teammate, his expression showing the guilt he still felt for leaving that one night, "i don't think i could ever."
"have you told her?"
he shook his head, "pretty sure she hates my guts, so, no."
oscar sighed, "listen, although she has every reason to hate you, i mean, i would too, doesn't mean deep down that she does. obviously, running into you again has probably brought up all of those feelings she worked to get over, but if you really feel the way you're telling me you feel about her, and it seems like you do, you gotta fight for it. you can't just let her slip through your fingers, again, and live a miserable life. nothing's gonna come out of it if you don't work for it."
lando sat in shock at his teammate, blinking at him like a deer in headlights. he had never known oscar to be this wise when it comes to relationship advice. he truly didn't know he had it in him.
"what?" the aussie laughed, "mate, i've been with lily for five years. you think we haven't had our own fair share of ups and downs?"
"no, i'm just amazed that at your age you're so wise." lando joked back, the two of them laughing.
"yeah, whatever," oscar waved him off, "but seriously, i mean what i said."
he nodded, "i know, i just don't know when i should talk to her."
oscar shrugged, "the sooner the better. that way you stop moping around like a sad, lost puppy."
lando jokingly rolled his eyes, pulling his phone from his pocket, "shut up."
his heart hammered in his chest at the thought of messaging you, opening instagram. but, just when he went to open his messages, your profile picture caught his eye at the top of the screen. he tapped onto the story you had posted not long ago, holding it down so it wouldn't disappear as he scanned over the picture.
you were still at the track, posting a picture from one of the offices. a video from your interviews today sitting on the screen, clear that you had stayed late to finish working on them. a caption written out on the photo.
'in desperate need of another cup of coffee'
he was up on his feet before he could even think through what he was about to do. shoving his phone in his pocket as oscar smiled at him softly.
"where're you heading?"
lando turned, walking backwards away from the lounge area, shouting over the bass of the club music playing loudly through the speakers, "'m feeling like having a cup of coffee! thanks for your help, osc!"
oscar raised his glass in a cheers motion to his teammate, watching him turn around and make a beeline for the exit. lily found her way to the lounge area, sitting next to her boyfriend and jabbing her thumb over her shoulder, motioning towards his teammate.
"where's he heading?"
oscar smiled, swallowing the sip of his drink, "going to get his girl."
the night breeze in the monaco air felt nice on lando's skin, a contrast against the overly warm club he had been in. he pulled his phone out once again, searching for a coffee shop that would still be open at this hour. he found one that looked promising after a few minutes of searching, putting in the directions to it and taking off in the direction.
he ignored the hammering of his heart in his chest as he carefully placed the cup in the holders of his car. was it the best idea to show up unannounced with a coffee in hand, especially when he wasn't sure how you felt about him? probably not. but after the conversation with oscar, all he could think about was how he couldn't lose you again. how even after searching for someone to fill the ache in his heart that was put there by his own doing, no one could compare to you. they couldn't ever be you, even if they tried or if he tried to make it work. it wasn't the same.
he parked the car, heading towards the building he knew all the journalists worked in. some of them still hanging around, sending lando smiles but confusion clear in their eyes as his eyes scanned the room.
"do you know where y/n is?" he asked an older man, a guy he had recognized to be your camera man from earlier. the man nodded, pointing towards the room with glass walls. he could see you in the room, your back facing the door. headphones sitting on top of your head, clearly invested in your work. he swallowed nervously, thanking the man before heading towards the room.
you hadn't noticed he entered the room until a hand placing a coffee next to you caught your attention. you slipped the headphones off, placing them on the desk before turning to see who was standing behind you.
he met your eyes, which were also laced with confusion as you spun around in your chair. he sent you a small, nervous smile. the same smile you had given him in the media pen hours ago.
"lando? what're you doing here?" you asked, "and how did you.."
he smiled softly, "saw your story."
"what is it?" you asked, moving to grab the warm cup, "i mean, i like my coffee-"
"with light cream and two and a half sugars. the pink packets, though, not the white ones."
your heart squeezed in your chest, he remembered the way you liked your coffee.
you took a sip of the warm liquid, tasting exactly the way you liked it. you took in a deep breath, meeting his green eyes once again and you swore you were slowly falling in love with him again. it was like you were back at the beach house, back at the exact moment you had realized you were in love with him.
maybe the feelings you thought had gone away after the years weren't truly gone.
your lipstick left a pretty mark on the white lid and he scanned your facial features. in the dim lighting you were still as gorgeous as the day he met you, pretty colored eyes that complimented the color of the strands of your hair. a pair of glasses sitting comfortably on your face, remembering that you only wore them when your eyes were starting to get irritated after a long day.
your voice was soft, "lando, what're you doing here?" you asked again, still confused on why he had come, "i mean, other than dropping off a coffee, which thank you for, by the way, but shouldn't you be out with the rest of the drivers? y'know, celebrating..?"
"well, i was," lando breathed, ignoring how it came out a little shaky, âbut, to be honest, i just.. really want to talk to you.â
everything he rehearsed in his head during the driver over here was going out the window with each passing second. the longer he looked in your eyes the more he wished he had never walked out of that house all those years ago. the more it was eating him up inside that he let the best thing he ever had go, that he never told you why.
you sighed, pointing over your shoulder to the screen behind you, âi really have to finish this,â
âitâll be quick,â he was almost begging. about to get on his knees if he had to, âpromise.â
you nodded, your brain yelling at you for agreeing but your heart almost leaping out of your chest at the fact that he was here. standing in front of you. right now. when he couldâve been at the club, wrapped around some other girl. but he wasnât.
âokay, just, let me grab my things.â
he nodded, biting down on his lower lip nervously as you saved your work and exited out of the editing software. you packed up everything in your bag, pushing the chair in before grabbing your coffee from the desk.
he held out his hand, âhere,â
you furrowed your eyebrows in response. he motioned to the bag and you smiled softly, âoh, thanks,â
he nodded, letting you lead him out of the office. you said goodnight to the crew that was left, not batting an eye at the looks they gave you for having the, arguably, most sought out driver on the grid tailing behind you.
once you were outside, he walked next to you. matching your pace as he looked over at you, âso, uhm, howâre they treating you at sky?â
you nodded, âgood,â you smiled softly, âdidnât expect iâd work in the same sport as you, to be honest.â
âyouâre telling me you didnât follow me here to make me realize iâve been missing out all this time?â he joked and you laughed, shoving his shoulder with yours.
âshut it,â
âsorry, too soon?â
you chuckled, âforever might be too soon.â
he chuckled with you, unlocking the doors to the mclaren. he opened the passenger side door, letting you sit down in the seat. you took your bag from him and smiled, a silent thank you, before he closed the door for you and rounded the front of the car to get in on his side. he started the car, looking back over at you, "hungry?"
you hummed, "starving."
"perfect," he said, putting in the directions for a place he knew you'd like. you rubbed your lips together nervously, watching the monaco lights pass by you. the breeze was nice, something you could get used to.
you cut through the silence that fell over the two of you, speaking over the soft music he had put on for the drive, "so, what did you want to talk about?"
he looked over at you, the red of the stoplight illuminating his face. he had grown into his features, but the boyish things about him was what you loved. the way his dimples deepened the wider his smile was, the moles and freckles that littered his skin like stars, and you had noticed the small scar on the bridge of his nose. one that wasn't there years prior, but you had grown to love. you silently hoped he'd tell you the story sometime. wanting to know every detail of his life the past few years, the years you spent watching from the sidelines.
"about what happened," he said, the light turning green and his attention fixing back to the road, continuing to drive, "i feel like i owe you a very long, detailed, explanation."
you nodded as he pulled into a parking lot, "okay, yeah," you breathed out softly, "sure."
he parked the car, turning the engine off before looking back at you. you turned to face him, giving him a soft smile as he looked at you, eyes dancing around your face before he took a deep breath.
"listen, i know it's been a while and i really wouldn't blame you if you hate my guts, but i just... can't. i can't pretend that i've lived in a world i'm completely satisfied with. and i can't bring myself to fall in love with someone else because no matter what, i find myself wishing i was with you, at that stupid beach house where i first felt what love truly felt like."
you sat in silence, taking in his rambling thoughts. this conversation definitely wasn't going as well as he had rehearsed it in his head, but it was too late to turn back now. he was sitting here, spewing every emotion he's felt over the past couple of years in front of you. it's how he truly felt. no filter, no hoops to jump through, just pure emotion and longing and hints of regret, and true apologies.
"you're the first thing i think of when i wake up and the last thing i think of before i go to bed, and hell, sometimes i even find you in my dreams because for a while that was the only place where you and i co-existed. and i'm so fucking sorry for how i left you, how i packed up and moved on with my life without even considering how you would feel. it makes me sick to my stomach to think about the fact that i've fucked up the part of my life that felt normal. that felt real, and all because i was too much of a coward to tell you what was going on. too scared to drag you into all of this,"
he was still rambling and you couldn't help the way your heart hammered against your chest. the moment you had wished for all these years finally unfolding in front of your eyes and you couldn't help the tears that were starting to prick your eyes.
"but now, you're here, and i'm here, and... holy fuck i'm still so in love with you."
his throat bobbed, swallowing down the nerves as you watched him. you were speechless, unsure how to respond to everything he had just spewed to you. your heart was caught in your throat, the tears closer to spilling over after his rambling. he had said everything he was feeling and little did he know it was the same way you had been feeling too.
after every wish and journal entry wishing he'd waltz back into your life, he finally was here. sitting across from you, and now you were speechless. unable to find the words to tell him you felt the same way.
"i'm sorry," he mumbled, looking away and straight ahead of him, almost as if he was embarrassed to spring all of that onto you, "that was a lot all at once, i'm sorry-"
you leaned over the center console, grabbing his face in your hands, turning him to face you and smashing your lips against his. the tears falling down now at the feeling of having him this close again. the familiar feeling of having his lips on yours again being enough to send them dripping down and onto your shirt.
he was quick to kiss you back, as soon as the initial shock wore off. his hand moving to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss as you grabbed his shirt in your fist, not wanting to let go after he had been away from you all this time.
he pulled away when he needed to catch his breath, forehead resting against yours. you smiled softly, the two of you panting breathless and in love. he brought his thumb up to your cheek, wiping away the few stray tears that were still lingering. you leaned into his touch and he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"i love you," you breathed, nose bumping his, "so much. i never stopped, even after you left."
he smiled, his voice soft, "i'll spend a lifetime making it up to you."
you shook your head, "it doesn't matter. you're here now, that's all that matters."
"can i start with dinner?" he asked, smiling softly and brushing a piece of hair from your face. you hummed and nodded, pulling away from him as he got out of the car, jogging to open your door. you smiled and placed a quick kiss to his lips, joining your hands together. he walked with you into the restaurant, and as he opened the door for you all he could think about how he was the luckiest man on earth.
there was no way he was letting you again. you were incomparable. chemical.
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Kyle was trying desperately not to bite down on the fleshy webbing between his thumb and forefingerâ it was a childish reaction to the way you were making him feel, but the alternative was a sharp whimper that was already dribbling free. âMnâ fffucââ he canât help it. he bites down on his palm, his other hand on the glowing, green steering wheel. it was all for show, of course. the construct Cadillac could drive itself, there was no need for him to navigate through the speckled, black sector of space that was nearly void of any intergalactic traffic. but there was a certain eroticism to this that he couldnât help but sink into the fantasy. you were splayed across his lap from the passenger seat, your head bobbing at a wickedly slow pace. he would be lying if he said he didnât consider resting his palm on the top of your head, instead, giving you a light and encouraging spur to suck him faster and harder. you were too skillful, and that was exactly the problem. the slower you moved, the more he could feel the undulations of your long, serpentine tongue as it wallowed against his throbbing length, and the fluttering of the split end as you flicked at his slit.
the way your face is angled, your sparkling eyes that seemed to go on for eons and eons stare up at him, it sparks a wild need for desire in his usually crystalline gaze. his pupils are blown out with lust. with one, fluid motion, you pull yourself back, his engorged tip slipping free from the confines of your warm, wet mouth with a sticky pop, and you purr, amused to see him so flustered. âYou said youâve fantasized about this, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?â
Kyle sucked in a breath when he could no longer take the pressure of his own teeth against his skin, and pried his hand out from between them, nodding, but his shoulders knit up when he feels the tickle of your long, slender tail snaking up the inside of his thigh. âSo many times⌠since I first got my driverâs license, hehâŚâ he let out a nervous breath of a chuckle. his eyes flit to watch the way it writhes, before coiling where his cock meets his groin.
but you were still staring. with large, unblinking, questioning eyes. you almost looked as if you had no control over the naughty tendril, but he knew that you did. âWhatâs a driverâs license?â you repeat the term, foreign on your tongue, much unlike the taste of his precum that was now oozing in tight, little pearls from his slit. you wanted to taste it again, licking your lips as your gaze slowly lowers to watch, all the while, your tail wraps and wraps, entangling his shaft and sack in a warm, constricting bundle that had him whining and squirming in his seat, cursing under his breath.
he couldnât take you staring at his throbbing, eager cock with your couplet parted and shiny, not when he knew the warmthâ the nirvana that was just beyond that plushy threshold. the way your tail simultaneously milks his dick and toys with his balls only adds fuel to his already raging flame. âD-doesnât matter,â he utters, gripping the steering wheel for dear life, until his knuckles ached. âssshit, baby,â with his free hand coming down on the top of your head, fingers gliding between your tender antennae, he grips one and elicits a startled yelp from you, but he canât think straight enough to apologize, yet. âSuck me again. Please.â heâs eager and wanton, pushing your head down, needing to feel the sensation of being enveloped in your perfect mouth once more, and youâre all too happy to oblige. you hollow your cheeks, creating a vacuum that sucks him in, and traps him there, and he bellows out a happy moan upon throwing his head back. âFuck, yesâŚ!â Kyleâs voice was trembling, his thumb rubbing the base of your thin, stalked antenna at the crown of your head, as if soothing the sting of him gripping it before. âYour mouth feels so good, uhâŚâ
was he this desperate because heâd been lacking physical touch for months at a time, patrolling a lonely sector? or did you simply bring this out in him?
you supposed it didnât matter, not really. pride swells in your chest, causes your heart to thump harder. you want to make him even needier. you wanted to see his face contort, watch his toned body writhe in torturous ecstasy against your ministrations.
the bulbous end of your tail begins to slither underneath his balls, where globs of your spit and his pre coats his taint. with the lightest touch, the very tip of the rounded muscle presses to it, smearing the slick further, worming between his ass cheeks and prodding his puckered hole.
the fleshy rope tightens its hold on his package, and you swirl your tongue in maddening circles around and around his tip, the thin and flicking points of it teasing his sensitive frenulum. heâs on the brink of pure euphoric insanity, pushing at your head with one hand, bracing his feet hard against the glowing floorboard, while his tense body bucks upwards, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into your obedient mouth. he didnât even seem to notice that you were teasing his back door, prodding the tight ring until the knob on the end of your tail could stretch it open enough and slide in.
âOh, fffâ!â
the sound Kyle makes is shock, and awe at how good it feels. his head rolls on his shoulders as if not fully attached, and he warbles around, helplessly trapped in your barrage of pleasure. moans spill out of his open mouth, sweat beading and sticking his raven bangs to his tan foreskin as he combats the intensity. âIâ I canât, oh fuck, oh shit, baby, Iââ you take his inability to articulate a coherent sentence as both a compliment and encouragement, and your tail, slick with the cocktail your bodies create, pistons at a shallow, slow pace, punching against the peculiar knot of spongy nerves that you found within him. your hands slide up his thighs, over his abs, and up towards his chest. your destination was his nipples. you pinch and roll them between your svelte, soft fingers, but for only a moment before Kyle shudders, and both hands immediately flee to grab yours. âIâm gonna cum,â he pants, and presses his palms flush to yours, âgonna cum, gonnaâ cumââ itâs as if thatâs all he could say, because thatâs all he could think about. his primal instinct, the base and all-too animalistic drive to release had overtaken his brain. his thick fingers interlace with yours as he holds your hands, his head dropping back and his chest heaving. if he hadnât been gripping your hands so tightly, his hands mightâve even shook.
with what little control of his muscles he had left, he rocked upwards against your mouth, riding his orgasm until he couldnât go any further, croaking your name amidst the ragged breath and fervent slick skin colliding. his cock twitches in your mouth, before he empties down your throat. your eyelashes flutter upon feeling and tasting his load filling your mouth for the first time, and you look up at him as rope after rope begins to swell your cheeks, and eventually dribbles out against the sides of his cock, bubbling and frosting what few inches were not stuffed in your mouth. a few splatters even mark the holo floorboard by his feet, and he pants, rolling his head around the head rest. âMmâŚnnnâŚâ pursing his lips together, the sound vibrates them.
finally, when you felt heâs had enough, your tail unplugs him, and releases him from the bondage, and you pull yourself up to sit on his thigh. his spunk was still drooling from your lips, but youâd swallowed what you were able to keep in your mouth. the rest, you didnât mind so much discarded, as it soaked your front and left you painted a sticky, warm white that smelled of him.
âWhat other âfantasiesâ have you had, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner?â you inquire, eager to see how much more fun there was to have with him.
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Robin Buckley as your girlfriend
Pairing: Robin x f!reader (she's a lesbian you guys) Disclaimer: These were originally a headcanon, well, a series of them but now its kind of like a fic or similar Masterlist
When you guys are at your house, she won't stop looking at everything, especially in your bedroom, she'll go through your drawers and check every little thing that you have, both, because she loves you and wants to get to know you better and also because she's poor and as a kid/young teenager she didn't have many belongings
Passionate kisses 24/7
She doesn't know what personal space is so expect hugs and nudges and gentle bites every now and then (She's in the spectrum so she'll only do that if she really does trust you, which she does
- She looks like a lost puppy when she's out alone
- She's not jealous, she's insecure asf
- Likes to have soft music as a background
- kisses on the forehead
- kisses on the side of your lips
- She usually has issues at home, so she goes to your house to sleep over lots of times
- Loves it when you visit her at scoops/family video
- She's the kind of person that collects little rocks that she finds in random places, sometimes some kind of mineral like quartz
- She'll also gift you rocks that she finds beautiful, she says they remind her of you
- You were the one to ask her out
- She has her hand around your waist most of the time
- If any guy tries to flirt with you she'll glare at him, and will start some sort of PDA
- Will let you use some of her clothes to sleep during sleepovers at her home (they don't happen often because of her family issues)
- she doesn't really care about your physical appearance, she cares more about you being able to love her as she is
- She sometimes forgets about privacy so she'll just walk in on you changing, and stares at you till you notice, and either you tell her to get out or stay, depends on you, she'll accept your decision
- She gets super nervous and starts rambling whenever you're about to kiss
- There was this one time when you were wearing a low-cut shirt and she decided that it was a really great idea to leave money between your breasts with a wink (as a joke obv)
- Will tease Steve, talking about you all the time and teasing him about not deciding what he wants
- Likes to read while lying in between your thighs, according to her its 10 times better if you play with her head too
- kisses your neck while cuddling
- Play fights that end up in cuddling
- She loves it when you wear her clothes
- Dancing in the living room at 2 am
- Getting drunk asf and getting matching stick and poke tattoos, courtesy of Mr.Munson
- Her asking you to defend her when Steve teases her
- "Y/n come here and tell Steve to leave me alone!!!!"
- She has a lot of nicknames for you
- random making-out sessions because you can
- trying to teach her how to drive, but her almost crashing the car so you agree that Steve has become your personal driver
- She admires you while you're not looking
- You both were each others first everything
- Hugs from the back
- Making fun of Steve with each other
- Would leave you little notes when she leaves for work
- Will take some movies from Family video home so that you two can watch them together
- She's a bit insecure sometimes, she wonders how is it that you can love her, but you always reassure her that you love her for who she is
- You both can't really be seen as a couple in public, bc its the 80s, and well, same-sex relationships weren't seen the same as they are today, so you both have to act as best friends when you're in public
- Robin likes to sleep with her head on your chest and you wrapping your arms around her (ill make a more extended headcanon for this) She says that your boobs are like pillos for her
- You two are Steves's best friends, apart from Dustin obviously
- Asks you to do her hair daily
- When she gets bored she likes to make little braids on your hair
- As she said, she had a hard time learning how to walk as a child, well, she also had trouble learning how to swim
- She puppy swims, and Steve likes to make fun of her bc of it (not in a mean way obv)
- She gets kinda embarrassed and goes to you for comfort
- On Fridays, she always brings a movie so that you can watch it together
- Will talk for you for hours
- Will also listen to you for hours
- When she's drunk she's the kind of person to tell you how much she loves you
- Rubs your hand with her thumb when she holds your hand
- She asked you once to pierce her ears but she got way too scared when the needle gets close to her
- Tells you she loves you a lot all the time
You guys are always at your or Steve's house (yeah, he lets you to go have dates to his house because he cares about Robin and wants her to be happy, plus he knows that her fam dont accept her for who she is) for dates or just to be together
She gets extremely nervous around her friends if she doesn't know them from earlier
Tickle fights, though she might get a little overstimulated and end up kicking you so that you stop tickling her
Watching cheesy romance movies together
Trusts you with her life
Will never let go of you, once she gets conficÂĄdence she's clingy, very clingy
She stares at you all the time and if you catch her she'll panic and turn away
Says "I love you" all the time, kinda like a reflex
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Chapter 3 of 21 Questions
(better interface on wattpad)
Matt had just been chilling in his room when he heard his phone. His brothers â triplets actually â and he were spending the evening alone on their own as they had spent the whole day together filming for their YouTube channel. It had only been two years and a half since they started making content but they were already quite popular on social media. As Matt thought it was either Chris or Nick asking him to drive them somewhere â Matt was the only one among them with a driverâs licence, he took his phone, mentally preparing himself to get dressed and leave the comfort of his bed.
With an obvious surprise on his face, Matt unlocked his phone and saw that it was actually an unknown number that had texted him.
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Heyy stranger, wanna play 21 questions? :)
Matt was confused because he wasnât used to receiving actual texts from random people, except for an occasional wrong number which he would never respond to. As he thought about how he didnât have anything to do at the moment, why not play.
And so, as Matt replied to the stranger, he learnt that the girl on the other side of a screen was almost the female version of his brother Nick: she loved autumn and had a nose ring â ok itâs not much but this was enough to compare the two. The conversation was nicely flowing between the two teenagers until Matt ended up being called by his youngest brother as Chris was in need of McDonaldâs at ten oâclock. Therefore, he had to quickly find a way to leave the girl he was talking to on his phone and took the opportunity of discovering that she was a cat person to funnily exit the discussion, hoping not to appear rude to her â well he was a bit, mystery girl and her best friend had judged him a lot.
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During the next couple of days, Matt actually forgot about the girl who had texted him on a random evening. To be fair, his brothers and he had been busy filming â they had come back from tour last month and settled back into their usual routine. This was the reason why Matt hadnât responded to the girl. Of course, he wasnât feeling guilty as they werenât even friends â yet â but when he saw on the Messages application that he had unread texts from her, Matt remembered that he actually had a good time talking to the mysterious girl; and the fact that his day was sort of over â over in the sense that Chris already ate and thus wouldn't be interrupting Matt again â pushed the middle triplet to get back to know the cat person who he had suddenly abandoned. Now opening their conversation, Matt finally read the last messages from a few days ago.
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Iâm not apologising tbh
Bc i love my cat with my whole heart
Heâs the best
I hope you were joking bc our convo was fun
Anyways, bye then-
Hi stranger, our convo from yesterday was really nice so I hope you might still wanna play even tho I'm a cat person and you're a dog person but yk what they say: opposites attract :)
Matt had not expected her to re-engage the conversation the day following their first one but he hoped that it was not too late to come back to her.
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Good evening stranger, ig Iâm a bit late to the party
Been a few busy days lately but if youâre still down it could be fun to continue our game
(dw ab the cat thing, it was maybe too much from me)
While Matt was waiting for the girl to reply â how long it would take, he had no idea as she could be living on the other side of the world and currently sleeping, he tried to make an effort of thinking about a couple of questions he could ask. Matt wanted to keep things engaging, even though they were just getting to know each other. In any case, it was either Saturday or Sunday for his chatmate so he would probably get an answer before the week-end was over.
Matt actually only had time to brush his teeth and change into his pyjamas after a short shower when he heard his phone. Curiosity took over him as he quickly grabbed his phone and a light smile appeared on his face when he saw the positive reply from the girl.
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Good evening stranger, ig Iâm a bit late to the party
Been a few busy days lately but if youâre still down it could be fun to continue our game
(dw ab the cat thing, it was maybe too much from me)
Hiii!
No worries, we each have our life so you had some right to be occupied w smth else
(i think i can forgive you for that, weâll see later)
Matt felt relieved in the sense that talking so light-heartedly to someone completely unknown was calming in a way. From the little conversation they had had a few days ago, he already knew that this would be a safe place where he wouldnât be judged â apart from liking dogs more than cats. He decided to immediately write back for he wanted to get to know the girl better.
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Glad weâre ok now
By rereading our last messages, I see that it should be your turn to ask a question so Iâll wait for it
Ok ok lemme think quickly
Weâre gonna start back w smth simple i hope
Whatâs your go-to comfort food?
My stomach needs to take over for this question
I feel like itâs an easy one but I have multiple choices rn
Itâs ok, give me a top 3 ig
So Iâd say tacos, nuggets and pasta
(in no particular order)
I want YOUR top 3 now
Yepp ofc
Mine would be pizza, sushi and fries maybe
No particular order as well
Yours are absolutely valid
I fuck with pizza and fries but not sushi sorryy
If I were fucking petty I would leave the convo like you did
But Iâm not, soo :))
Thatâs low
I deserve it tho
Self-aware king!
We need to find common ground tho
Like a question we FULLY agree on
So much pressure on me rn
This is a serious question (like every other one honestly) so you can only choose the right answer
Damn pressure on ME now
Itâs technically a double question if you answer negatively to the 1st one
Do you play pokemon? Or have you played as a child?
OMG
HAND IN MARRIAGE NOW
WHAT
WHY
(DO I NEED TO SCREAM TOO?)
BRO
I LOVE POKEMON
(AND YEAH WE SCREAMING RN)
REALLY???
YEAH OFC
MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD
Even nowadays i still play sometimes
Wow
I wasnât expecting that
I mean I was hoping
But itâs really nice to know that you do
Which ones do you like?
My faves are probably X and sapphire alpha
Honestly just the ones on DS bc they slay
Like
I donât have the nintendo switch so I stopped buying the latest games
But i like to come back to them sometimes
And i also played a couple on game boy color as well
Ok ok good to know
Iâm more of a pokemon go guy tbh
Like when Iâm driving I have this thing that catches pokemon for me
That is so cool!!
Iâve never really been keen on pokemon go
But the whole universe in general has always looked amazing to me
Yeah I totally agree
See
This is common ground
Yayy youâre right :))
I thought of a next question but you donât have to answer if youâre not comfortable
Go ahead dw Iâll tell you if I am :)
Whatâs your name?
I can even tell you mine first if you prefer
I just donât wanna keep calling you the random guy I texted
And maybe putting a contact name would be niceđ
Matt unconsciously started typing his name when he paused to think about it: this was a stranger â a nice one though, there was no way she would find out who he was just from the information he had given her. How many Matts out there in the world have brothers, love pokemon and dogs? Quite a lot he hoped. This is fine, what are the odds? â turns out that the odds were actually pretty fucking huge from the beginning but letâs not spoil it and just keep the foreshadowing light.
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My nameâs Matt
I donât mind giving it out, itâs fine
Not like you asked for my fucking address lol
Bro I would never- this would be so messed up
Iâm Lily btw
Nice to meet you Matt
Nice to meet you too Lily
As Matt and Lily were both finally able to change the contact name of the other, their faces were illuminated with genuine smiles due to the bond they were creating. And although it was simply the beginning of a blooming friendship, the door to a new chapter of their lives was about to open.
Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad
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Ok last 'the gang is working at Goddard now' post from discord before I call it a night, assuming tumblr will let me post this one
Kat only loosely related, but although the Hephaestus doesn't have a CAPCOM (too far away) I wonder if closer low Earth orbit Goddard installations have one and if they, like NASA CAPCOMs, are all former astronauts. Probably not, I would think, since if you've got 1 person filtering all communication you'd probably want it to be one of Cutter's more⌠informed people. now imagining Jordan doing a CAPCOM stint since she's comms Jordan: What, you say the hull isn't damaged but you were hit by something. Was it round? PerhapsâŚ. melon-shaped? Klein who's up doing a satellite launch from a station or whatever: I'll kill you Gill Kleinâs just never gonna live that down huh Kat unfortunately he literally didn't Gill Rip Kate : ) but also :â ( Also remind me what CAPCOM means because Iâm like âthe video game company?â Gill Concept: the Hephaestus crew doing a shift or two on CAPCOM to unwind after a long day of dismantling Goddard Futuristics from the inside out Kat capsule communicator basically they're the single line of communication between astronauts and the ground, to streamline stuff and they're usually astronauts because they know what the crew is doing more personally "In the context of potential crewed missions to Mars, NASA Ames Research Center has conducted field trials of advanced computer-support for astronaut and remote science teams, to test the possibilities for automating CAPCOM." hm. Maybe Goddard has AI capcoms Gill The Sensus seriesâ predecessor line, perhaps Kat Some poor asshole on a low orbit station: We've got an ammonia leak Automated CAPCOM: Please choose from the following options. Press 1 for a personnel issue. Press 2 for a maintenance issue Astronaut: We're dying Kate Pfff Kat someone: we've got some crew hostility in one of the low orbit stations Minkowski: Put Eiffel on CAPCOM for a few days. Either they'll calm down or they'll unite in being annoyed by him instead. Win win Kate Their secret weapon Gill Minkowski likes doing CAPCOM to unwind but Lovelace finds it stressful bc sheâs way worse about being a backseat driver Kat Minkowski: Finally normal simple problems to solve. It is usually a pretty simple, boring job. Until something goes wrong Gill meanwhile, Lovelace: What do you MEAN you've never had to duct-tape a water reclamation system back together?? Kat Haha yeah. Former astronaut capcoms have creative solutions LEO crew who can get new supplies shipped up basically whenever: We could just⌠trash this broken part and order a replacement Lovelace: Why when you can mcgyver this solution with only moderate risk to life and limb Gill the Hephaestus Mission and the crew themselves gain such a reputation that when the rumors start circulating that Minkowski got her current job by killing Marcus Cutter ("and did you ever meet Marcus Cutter?") half the company is lowkey terrified of her Kate âOhhh look at YOU with your cushy life, you can just order a NEW part. Back in MY day my boss came up there personally with a gun and shot at usâ Kat Haha Itâs a very different life being right next to earth easy mode Gill LEO crewmember whispering to another one while their commander is on the phone: God, I hope we don't have to go through a teambuilding exercise run by Isabel Lovelace⌠Kat Although I suppose it makes it even easier for cutter to send goons up to harass you Kate True⌠âHey, can we have a new part?â âNo, but you can have Victor Riemann! Have fun!â
Gill Alternatively: "Uh⌠we think we need a new part⌠ma'am." Minkowski: âŚokay? Let me get the word out to the supply team. "You're⌠not gonna send Warren Kepler and his minions with them like Mr. Cutter used to, are you?" Minkowski: What? No. Most of them didn't even come back from Wolf 359. "/sighs and other noises of audible relief, oh thank god!" Kat now imagining SI5 showing up for no goddamn reason on a resupply shuttle and the mission commander being like "i didn't order you" and closing the hatch crewmember: don't those burn up on re-entry commander: not my problem Gill Telling command you need help? Admitting human weakness? That's a Kepler-ing. Kat Yeah well does it admit human weakness to have to be let onto the station before you burn up with all the dirty laundry and other garbage when the capsule gets sent back thru the atmosphere Eiffel hearing about life on LEO stations: I can't believe this. They got new underwear sent up to them though it's a dangerous game�� .Terry Virts had two consecutive underwear shipments explode thanks space x Cutter: The Andromeda station's psych evals are too far in the green. Blow up their next three laundry shipments.
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For the otp asks: 3, 5, 14, 16, 21
Dealers choice on the ship đđđ
YOUâRE THE BEST POSH HEEEEEE đđđ thank you for indulging me đĽ°đĽ° i went multi-ship with it slkjsl
3. Who gets the window seat?
In a modern au, Gale gets the window seat so he can have a view while reading or listening to podcasts or whatever heâd like. Scorpio just blacks out as soon as heâs settled in bc he hates distance traveling where he canât stop and move around a little bit while being crammed in to a contained space with strangers that he finds all invariably irritating. Now that Iâm thinking about it, Gale probably suggests he takes the middle seat to provide a buffer every time, but Scorpio turns him down. âIâll roust mâself if you need to get to the aisle, it donât bother none.â
5. Who wakes up first?
Yder will wake up before Astarion as a rule during and post-game. During the campaign, sheâs just up by virtue of being in charge of the shitshow and needing to get shit done, but post-campaign they switch back to a nocturnal schedule for Astarionâs needs as a spawn while they work at getting him in the sun again. She wakes up earlier to utilize some daylight if she has to, but thatâs still midafternoon at best. And it goes without saying, this is with them both going between sleeping and trancing.
14. Whoâd pop the other oneâs pimple?
Rivka is ANNIHILATING any acne she spots on KĂśnig, and sheâs not nice about itâhe HATES when she does it bc sheâll bruise him or use her âfucked up little utensilsâ on him like heâs up for an autopsy. Ghost has been known to snipe blemishes on Stallard, but she gets hers in return bc sheâll tweeze his ingrown hairsâthey both swat at each other like idiots.
16. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?
Ghost is always doing weird shit at two am. Stallard is never surprised when she wakes up from her grandma bedtime to see him cooking himself something lovecraftian, or cleaning guns, or going for a walk. Usually she just tells him to make sure heâs strapped (no matter what heâs doing) with a confused âI donât wanna knowâ squint before she goes back to bed.
21. Whoâs prone to road rage?
Modern au, Yder and Astarion both have horrendous road rage, and get on the otherâs ass for it, like hypocrites. Theyâre also driving horrendously, but they only ever comment on it when thereâs bitching to be had about the road rage. If I had to pick, Yderâs the worse road rager, but heâs the worse driver.
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Moonlight
(fic on archiveofourown)
Happy Stranger Things Ladies Appreciation Week! for this year I'll be doing some oneshots for Kali Prasad my beloved bc shes such an interesting character, she deserves all the love in the fandom <3 enjoy!
Day one prompt: Favorite Character
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Despite all her careful planning, despite the countless nights memorizing the schedules of not just the guards, but also the doctors, the nurses, the technicians and other staff, it all comes down to a single moment of impulse.
Sheâs not sure how she notices that things are different this time. Itâs the slightest differences in the way those men phrase things, the way the routine they keep for her isnât quite the same as usual. It doesnât take long for her to connect the dots and realize that preparations are being made for That Man to take little Eleven away. Eight wonât be seeing her for a long, long time.Â
She breaks them both out that very night.
In a way, Elevenâs involvement is lucky. Eight doesnât think she could have managed to get very far on her own, but she doesnât need to give much of an explanation before Eleven starts helping out as well.Â
A camera taken down here, a guard blind to them there, and before they know it theyâre stepping out of some large, concrete gates to a night sky full of stars, and a dusty, sweltering heat that threatens to choke them on their own breath.Â
Freedom has never tasted sweeter.
By the time the alarm sounds, the lab institute is just a tiny cluster of lights far out in the desert behind them. The only light to guide their way is that of the full moon shining brilliantly in the sky.Â
Stepping barefoot through the desert isnât ideal. Thereâs burrs and stones that keep digging into the soft flesh of their feet. Every once in a while, Kali swears she sees something shuffling in the sands. Something is howling in the distance.
Luckily, they come across a road soon enough. As soon she sees the lights of a small truck approaching, Eight raises her hand and thinks of a large stone wall, mighty and impassable.
The truck grinds to a halt. Eight and Eleven climb up into the back, easily hidden because of the loads of furniture tied down on the flatbed.
When the truck driver blinks away the vision, she blames the lack of coffee for causing her sleep-induced hallucinations in the middle of the night. She takes another chug from the mug she carries with her in the pilotâs cabinet, and accelerates anew. Oblivious to the two tiny stowaways sheâs now picked up in the cargo.
They curl up together in the space between the furniture, easily hidden without any need of Eightâs powers.
âListen to me, Eleven.â She whispers to the yawning younger girl. âThose men are not going to let us go so easily, okay? Weâll have to be careful. We canât be Eight and Eleven anymore, itâll be too obvious. From now onâfrom now on, youâll only call me Kali, alright?â
âOkay,â Eleven yawns.Â
Kali pulls her in so that she can rest against her shoulder. âI wonât let them take us back.â She swears. âThings might get harder from now on, but you stick close to me, and Iâll take care of you. And⌠weâll have to find a name for you too.â
âA name?â Eleven murmurs, looking close to falling asleep. âLike what?â
Thatâs a good question. As far as Kali is aware, Eleven has only ever known the lab. Sheâs only known her number as her name, like many of the others. Sheâs not like Kali, who let her name hide in the deepest corners of her heart, where no one could take it away from her. âAny name. Whichever name you like. Itâs your choice now, okay? You get to choose.â
Eleven is silent for a moment. âOkay,â She says, and then falls quiet.
Kali leans her head back and closes her eyes. The last thing she thinks about before sleep claims her is the bright moonlight shining down on them.
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Act Like You Mean It (Part 2)
part 1 part 3
A/N: part 2 is finally finished!! it's a bit of a long one bc i got carried away oops!! anyway, i hope you enjoy! as always, feedback, likes, and reblogs are appreciated!
CW: unrequited love, pining, swearing (?)
âItâs about time you showed your face.â Steve scoffed playfully, looking at you in the backseat next to Robin through his rearview mirror, âFirst, youâre late, then you sit in the back with Robin and leave me up here alone. Iâm not a taxi driver, y/nâÂ
âMaybe she doesnât want to be seen riding to school with a dingus,â Robin chimed in, winking at you.Â
You giggled, leaning over the center console to peck his cheek before retreating back to your seat in the back and clicking your seatbelt into place. âYou know I love you, Stevie.â
He shook his head fondly as he pulled out of your driveway and started toward the direction of Hawkins High. âSee Robin, she loves me!âÂ
The rest of the ride was filled with your usual banter, mostly just bickering between Steve and Robin that you laughed at but then got caught in the middle of when they started asking you whose side you were on.
As Steve pulled into the high school parking lot, Robin started scanning the crowd for Vickie. âI donât see herâŚâ Robin remarked as she bit her lip and continued to look.Â
The car came to a stop when Steve pulled into a spot, ushering for you and Robin to make your exit and muttering something about being late for work. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and push the door open, meeting Robin on her side of the car.Â
âHold my hand,â Robin mumbled, sticking her hand out for you to grab.Â
âVickie isnât even-â You start to protest.Â
âYeah, but she could be inside. She needs to see us holding hands.âÂ
You oblige, taking the blondeâs hand in yours The minute her ringed fingers lace with yours, your stomach does flips and you feel as giddy as a kindergartener with a crush. You both turn around to wave goodbye to Steve before heading in the direction of the open school doors. When you show up at your locker, sure enough, Vickie is there, a few lockers down, applying lipgloss in her locker mirror. Robinâs eyes lit up when she saw her and your heart sunk. Then her nerves kicked in and she stiffens for a minute. You squeeze her hand, immediately forgetting about your own upset and wanting to calm her anxiety.Â
âHey,â You looked up at her with a reassuring smile, âYou got this. Vickie is going to love you.âÂ
âAnd what if she doesnât?â
âThen itâs her loss, not yours.â You stated firmly and you truly believed it.Â
Robin nodded as you brought her hand up to your lips and placed a tender kiss on her knuckles before dropping it to open your locker. She gave you a grateful smile and leaned against the locker beside yours as you fell into easy conversation. She was recapping the chaos of her last shift at Family Video and Steveâs failed attempts at getting a date and you laughed along as you retrieved the books that you needed for your first two classes and shoved your backpack in your locker. You heard a locker door slam shut and Vickie walked by, waving at the blonde that stood beside you.Â
âHi Robin!â She smiled widely at her as she waved and you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest when you saw Robinâs eyes light up again as she waved back.Â
âH-hi Vickie!âÂ
You slammed your locker shut when Vickie had passed. Robin took your hand, but you didnât feel as euphoric about it this time. As much as you tried to be happy for her, the previous interaction that you witnessed left a bitter taste in your mouth.Â
âSheâs never said hi to me outside of the band room before, y/n!â Robin exclaimed, placing a light kiss on your cheek, âThank you for helping me out.â She says sincerely, âI know that itâs kind of weird, but itâs already working! You may even be able to get rid of me before prom!â She beamed as you started walking down the hall hand in hand.Â
Usually, your heart would burst at the sight of Robin this happy, but today, your heart clenched in the worst way. You couldn't help but wish that she was this happy when you said hi to her. But you got yourself into this mess, so you decided to suck it up and be happy for your best friend, no matter how much you wished she was falling for you instead of Vickie. So, you muster up the biggest smile you can manage and look up at her.Â
âI just want to see you happy, Rob.âÂ
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You saw Robin again at lunchtime right after she had band class. As excited as you were to see your best friend, you knew she would have updates on Vickie and you dreaded the sinking feeling you would get when she told you about them. You spotted her sitting at a table by herself, munching on a chocolate chip cookie and reading over some sheet music. You felt all of the negativity flee your mind at the sight. You thought she was adorable as she mimed playing the notes on her trumpet as she read over the sheet music.Â
You make your way over to the table and when Robin spots you, she flashes you a grin and a small wave. Your heart fluttered at the gesture as you waved back at her with a fond smile. You set your lunch box down on the table and wordlessly pulled out two sandwiches (Robin was always forgetting to bring a real lunch) and two water bottles (She also forgot to drink enough water). You pushed her sandwich and water in front of her and she slid you a cookie and a grateful smile in return. That was your lunchtime routine.Â
You were the first to speak up, âHow was band?â You asked before biting into your sandwich. While you knew that bringing up band would also mean bringing up Vickie, you thought it was best to get it over with.Â
She perks up at the question, âWe got new music for next weekâs game and Vickie wants to practice with me after school tomorrow!â
Your heart sank. You, Robin, and Steve planned on renting a cheesy slasher movie to watch and make fun of with pizza and snacks. As disappointed as you were, you tried your best not to let it show.Â
âSo Iâm gonna have to take a rain check on movie night, but you and Steve should go ahead.â She took the first bite of her sandwich, âMaybe Iâll stop by afterward if itâs not too late.âÂ
You nodded and managed a half-hearted smile in response.Â
Lunch passed by much too quickly. You spent the rest of your lunch reminding Robin that as much as you wanted to hear every detail about her school day thus far, she actually needed to eat her sandwich so she wouldnât pass out in the second half of the day.Â
When the bell rang, Robin zipped the second half of her sandwich in the front pocket of her backpack and promised you that she would eat it between classes before pulling you in for an unexpected goodbye kiss. As usual, kissing Robin made you feel warm inside, but kissing Robin in public, in front of your entire grade was entirely more freeing. Logically, you knew that the kiss was because Vickie shared the same lunch period as you and Robin, but not even that thought could dampen your mood.Â
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The next morning, you decided to drive yourself to school. You came to the conclusion that you needed the peace and quiet of a morning drive before being faced with the chaos and confusion of pretending to be Robinâs girlfriend. She had called you after you got home from Steveâs movie night to gush about her night with Vickie and you were supportive, as much as it pained you. You werenât exactly ready to face her first thing in the morning, so you thought driving solo would be best. The minute you stepped out of the car, you felt a whoosh of air before arms wound around your middle. Robin had sprinted across the parking lot and slammed into you for a hug.Â
âJeez, Rob!â You chuckled, as you wrap your arms around her to return the hug, âI literally just pulled in. I havenât even gotten my backpack yet.â
She looked up at you, blushing, her arms still wrapped tightly around your middle, âSorry. I saw you pull in just as Steve parked and I wanted to make sure that you didnât walk in without me,â She let go of you, much to your dismay, and pouted a little, âI hate when you drive yourself to school, y/n. You leave me alone with Steve for 10 whole minutes! And thereâs no one there to tell him that Iâm right when we argue. You could at least invite me, you know.âÂ
You shook your head as you opened the door to the backseat of your car and retrieved your backpack, âI am so very sorry,â You apologized dramatically, âI will be sure to do better next time.âÂ
She grabbed your hand as you headed in the direction of the open school doors, âYou can make it up to me!â Robin piped up, planting a casual kiss on your cheek that makes you blush wildly.Â
âOh yeah?âÂ
âMhmm,â She nodded as you opened your locker door, âYou could take me to that fancy diner by your house after school.ââ
You rolled your eyes fondly as you stuffed your backpack into your locker, âJust cause the milkshakes are good, doesnât mean itâs fancy, Rob.â
She scoffed as she leaned against the locker beside yours, âYou know my stance on this argument, so I wonât be entertaining it.â She replied, her brows knitting together in a serious stare.Â
âVickie works there, doesnât she?â
âYeah,â She blushed slightly as she rocked on her heels,â Is that a yes or a no?âÂ
You pretended to think about it for a second as you closed your locker and took her hand again, âFine.âÂ
âYes!â She squealed and lurched forward to kiss you, causing you to fall back into the lockers. You knew that it was an act, but Robin seemed extra affectionate today, and you definitely werenât complaining. The girl of your dreams was kissing you up against your locker! When she pulled away, you noticed Vickie walking past you with her head down and a jealous look in her eye. You werenât surprised. You figured that she was at her locker, otherwise why would Robin kiss you like that? You tried not to be too upset about it as you walked to class with Robin, hand in hand. When you got to your first period, you dropped a small kiss to Robinâs hand before making your way up to your seat a few rows ahead of her.
 For the entire class period, Robin ran your kiss through her mind over and over again. It was an innocent, pretend kiss because her crush was at her locker behind yours, but she felt something in her chest that she had never felt before and her heart rate increased tenfold. It was a new feeling, not bad, but scary. What did it mean? She liked Vickie, so why did she feel so warm inside when her lips touched yours? As much as she tried to push the feeling down and focus on her classmatesâ analyses of Frankenstein, her mind kept floating back to the feeling in her chest and the warmth in her stomach.Â
****
The school day passed by painfully slow, especially for Robin who couldnât get her mind off of you and your shared kiss. For the rest of the day, she avoided touching her lips to yours, though she desperately wanted to. She wanted to know if the feeling that she had this morning was just a fluke, but she didnât have the courage to do it again, afraid of what she may find out. Instead, she opted for cheek kisses in the hallway and tried to hide the panic she felt. She wasnât fooling you, though. It was like all of the affection that she was showing that morning had run out after that one kiss and she could hardly look you in the eye. Even if you werenât hyperaware of everything she did around you (you totally were), you were her best friend and you knew her better than anyone else. You could sense her weirdness from a mile away.Â
When the final bell rang, Robin met you at your car. She tossed her backpack in the backseat before climbing into the passengerâs seat beside you. The ride was quiet, especially when your usual car rides consisted of singing along to whatever was playing on your car stereo, almost uncontrollable laughter, and lots of talking. Now, all you could hear was the wind in your ears from the semi-open window on your door and the low hum of a Blondie song. When you finally pulled into a parking spot in front of the diner, you promptly turned your car off and turned to your best friend.Â
âAre you okay?â You asked quietly, worry was evident in your tone.
âIâm great, y/n. You donât need to worry about me.â Robin reached over and slipped her hand in yours.
âAre you sure?â You squeezed her hand, âBecause I can tell that you think youâre hiding how youâre feeling, but I can see that somethingâs wrong.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
Robin couldnât help but think that she should have known better than to try and hide anything from you. You could always see right through her ingenuine feelings and fronts that she tried so desperately to put up to convince others not to worry about her. You were always there, pulling her aside or waiting until you were alone to make sure she was okay, as not to bring attention to her. She melted at the thought but was quickly pulled away by the sound of your voice.Â
âYeah, Robin. I mean, I am your best friend.â You thought it was amusing that even after all this time, she was still surprised at how well you could read her, âI know all of your tells. So spill!â
Robin chewed on her lip as she racked her brain for a viable excuse, âItâs Vickie,â She blurted without more than a mere second of thought, âGuess I was just nervous about seeing her outside of school tonight.â
âRight,â You nodded, pursing your lips, âRight, I guess I should have figured.â A beat of silence passed, âWell, do you want to just go back to my place? We could make dinner there and-â
âAbsolutely not,â Robin feigned offense, âYou owe me a milkshake for leaving me to ride in the dingus express by myself this morning. You donât get off this easy, y/l/n.âÂ
You chuckled at her dramatics as you pushed the car door open and walked around to the passengerâs side to lace your fingers between herâs and walk up to the building littered with dimly lit neon signs.
You sit down at Robinâs favorite booth, the one that has a small crack on the leather on the right side and a Madonna record hanging on the wall above the table. She said that it was her lucky booth, though nothing lucky had ever happened there. In all honesty, she just liked the Madonna record on the wall. As soon as she slides comfortably into the booth, she pushes the menu to the end of the table, as she gets the same thing every time; a strawberry milkshake and a cheeseburger with tater tots instead of fries. You, on the other hand, had a handful of favorites that you could pick from, so you perused the menu.Â
âRobin!â Vickie bounded up to the table with a smile on her face and a notepad and pen at the ready, âI didnât realize you ate here! Iâm surprised I havenât seen you here before!â
It took everything in you not to scoff and roll your eyes. Vickie had worked at the diner since before you and Robin had made it your special place. She was always working when you came to eat and you were pretty sure that she even waited on you a few times, but she never paid any mind to Robin. Robin paid attention to her though. She always told you how pretty she thought Vickie looked when you were tucked safely away in your car after your meal.Â
âHey!â Robinâs eyes lit up at the sight of the redhead, âUm yeah, y/n and I have been coming here for a while now. We usually try to come once a week.â
Vickie eyes you for a second then turns back to Robin, âIâll have to keep an eye out for you next time, then!âÂ
Robin nodded and a moment of awkward silence followed, âWell, I wonât keep you from your dateâŚÂ Can I start you off with anything to drink?âÂ
After putting your orders in, Robin realized that she was only about half as nervous to talk to Vickie as she had been in the weeks prior. She chalked it up to practice, as she and Vickie spent more time together since you and Robin started âdating.â It definitely wasnât because she was starting to develop feelings for you, her best friend. She forced those thoughts down at the sound of your voice.Â
When the food came, you dove immediately into a story about when you visited Nancy in the newsroom during your free period. You spoke with animated hands and an amused grin as you described the look on Fred Bensonâs face when Nancy yelled at him for ruining the photo that was supposed to be on the front cover. You leaned forward and brushed your hand over Robinâs as you laughed.Â
Robin had barely heard the story. She was too focused on you, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed, the curve of your lips as they turned up in an amused smile when you got to a particularly funny part, and most of all, the way your spectacular eyes lit up as you laughed without a care in the world. Sure, Robin had noticed these things about you before in passing, but she never truly noticed them. Radiant was the only word that she could come up with to describe you, here, in your element and more beautiful than sheâs ever seen you. Have you always been this beautiful?Â
****Â
The next day at school was rough for Robin. She had felt little flutters in her stomach every time you touched her hand, brushed her arm, or kissed her cheek, she was enchanted by the way that you twirled your hair around your finger as you worried about the upcoming algebra test, and she thought that the way you did your hair today was breathtaking. She had come to the conclusion that thoughts of you would be impossible to push away, and she embraced them. In classes that she shared with you, she spent the whole time thinking about the kiss yesterday and the feeling she got when you kissed her, wondering what it could all mean. In classes that she shared with Vickie, she did her best to act like everything was normal, though thoughts of her confusing feelings danced in the back of her head.Â
When your 7th period algebra class let out, Robin was waiting for you by the door eagerly, ready to hear about the test you were so worried about. You spotted her immediately, a bright smile gracing your features as you pulled her aside and flashed your test with a big, red âAâ written on it before Robin could even ask how it went.Â
ây/n! See, I knew you could do it!â Robin wrapped her arms around you and spun you around as you laughed, high off a good grade and the closeness of your crush. When she put you down, she leaned in for a kiss without a second thought, her hands quickly finding a home on your hips and your arms wrapping around her neck. There it was again, the butterflies, the warmth, and the sped up heart rate that came with the kiss that you had shared the day before. This time, the feeling was even more intense and the kiss was even better than your last, Robin was even more afraid. It wasnât a fluke, which meant there was a very real possibility that she was developing a crush on you and that surely wouldnât end well.Â
You pulled away and giggled, taking Robinâs hand and dragging her to your locker, âCome on, letâs get out of here so we can go tell Steve!âÂ
***
Robin found herself biking to Steveâs house around 10:30 that night after calling him with a âcode redâ and telling him sheâd be at his place in 15 minutes. The minute she got home from your house after school, she started pacing her room, thinking about the events and emotions of the day and weighed her options. After a few hours of pacing, list making, and even almost crying, she knew she had to consult Steve.Â
She dropped her bike by his mailbox and almost sprinted up to his door, knocking three times before he answered.Â
âJesus, Robin,â Steve huffed, as he stepped aside to let her in the house, âDo you want to tell me what the hell this is all about?âÂ
âWell, uh,â She paused, trying to find the right words, âI think that Iâm starting to develop a crush on y/nâŚâ
A few beats of silence passed as Robin waited for a response. A look of disbelief found its way onto Steveâs features as he processed what his friend had revealed to him.Â
âSteve, say something!â
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, âWhy do I always get sucked into these things?â
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title Not His Type
rating â
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â nsfw content
word count 4,800+
warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes iâm writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks
authorâs note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*
summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words âI hate youâ is a lot different from what youâre used to.
âGod, do you ever shut the fuck up?â
âHow could someone be such a bitch?â
âI donât know Mattsun, you tell me.â
There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.
No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noiseâ whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.
His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didnât want to hear today.
Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.
Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.
To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasnât one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically canât stand the other.
To everyone else though? In Hanamakiâs words, âyou guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.â Sexual tension couldnât fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.
With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. âMy dear Y/L/N, bad news.â
The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.
âAs much as Iâd love to be the one to take you home,â he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, âI just canâtââ
âTooru..â Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.
âSeriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..â The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. âBut I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.â
You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawaâs stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.
âIâm not getting into that fucking assholeâs carââ
âOikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my carââ
âGet your fucking feet off my dashboard.â You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.
You didnât mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, itâs just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadnât caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force itâs way in front of him.
With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawaâs ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.
He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijohâs parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.
Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.
Matsukawa wasnât an ugly guy. There wasnât enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasnât such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, heâd probably be one of the hottest guys youâve ever seen. If and probably, of course.
âGotta staring problem?â He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.
âShut the fuck up.â
âI see you have a lack of vocabulary too..â The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the carâs air after he sadly had the last word.
âI canât believe there was a time you werenât such a nuisance.â You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsunâs earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.
âHey, what the fuââ
âWhatâs your problem with me?â Matsukawaâs words haunted the air, and if you werenât already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.
âMe?â You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. âWhatâs your problem with me?â
He didnât respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.
âStop acting like a toddler,â the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that youâd be lying about if you said was ugly on him, âjust tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.â
âWe,â you pointed between the two of you, âdo not have anything going on, for your information.â You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.
âYou wouldnât even be my type, you know damn well that isnât whatââ
Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldnât even be my type. You wouldnât even be my type. You wouldnât even be my typeâŚ
âEarth to Y/N.â Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driverâs seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didnât plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.
âWhat do you mean I wouldnât be your type?â
The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didnât regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.
âWell, well, wellâŚâ He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, âyou feel some type of way about what I said?â His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.
âYou never stood a chance with me anyways.â You bit back at him.
Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.
âHow so?â He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.
âYou wouldnât be able to handle me if you tried.â
Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.
âWanna try me?â
You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didnât care though. There were many ways this conversation couldâve went, but you wouldnât expect it to go in this direction.
The air in the room was thick, Isseiâs brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.
His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You werenât one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.
âYou gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?â His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.
Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.
Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.
You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.
Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.
Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything heâs ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.
You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You werenât supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.
Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. âYou gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?â
Mattsun had never laughed at anything youâd ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. Youâd be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.
He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.
Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you wouldâve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldnât ignore.
âEager to suck my dick, huh?â His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.
His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you couldâve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.
Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He wouldâve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.
You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.
And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.
He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.
He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.
Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didnât have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.
âHoly fuck..â He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.
Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.
âFuck, just like that.â You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.
You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.
âFuck my throat.â
The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasnât really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.
His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. âDonât mind if I do, princess.â
The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.
Matsukawa couldnât find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.
He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that.Â
âFuck,â he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, âyouâre gonna make me cum,â his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. âFuck, fuck, fuck..â
Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he wouldâve came at that sight alone.
âThat was...â
âNot your type?â You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.
It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.
âNever in a million years.â
His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.
It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldnât wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldnât believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.
âDon't worry, take your time.â Matsukawaâs tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.
âFuck!â Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.
He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.
His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.
âCâmon baby,â he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, âfuck me like you mean it.â
âYouâre such an asshole.â You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.
âMm, what else baby?â
Isseiâs bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.
The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.
âFuck, IsseiâŚâ You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsunâs eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.
âDonât be shy now,â he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, âwhereâd all that mouth go, pretty?â
You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.
âF-fuck,â you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found itâs way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.
The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found itâs way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.
âYou gonna cum all on daddyâs dick?â
Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.
âFuck yes, daddy, make me cum,â your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.
âCome on baby,â he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, âgive it to me!â
His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didnât care once your lips came crashing onto his.
It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each otherâs muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.
You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Isseiâs strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if youâd never admit it.
âIâ I hate you,â you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, âbut you fuck meâ fuck, you fuck me so good..â
Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.
âDaddy Iâm gonnaââ The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.
âCum baby,â he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, âcum on daddyâs big dick.â
The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.
âTake it, good girlâ fuck yes..â Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldnât mind.
Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.
No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.
âWhatâs funny?â The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.
âNothing.â Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.
The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you werenât really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.
The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself youâre one of the seven wonders of the world.
âWe should do that again sometime.â He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.
âEh,â you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.
Heâs seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing heâs ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize youâve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.
âYouâre not really my type.â
               Š 444TSUMU 2021
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all my fault
Request: spencer and y/n are married, and theyâve been trying to have kids, and then she finds out sheâs pregnant. a few weeks into the pregnancy, she has a miscarriage, and at the hospital the doctor said itâs bc she had an abortion as a teenager, and it fucked up her it yet us. spencer didnât know she had an abortion, and blames her for the death of the baby, and they end up sleeping separately for a while and they have to grieve by themselves. spencer ends up talking to emily about it bc of her experience and it has a comforting ending!
Summary: when reader has a miscarriage after trying to have a baby with spencer, and things about her past are revealed and leaves things rocky within their relationship.
CW: miscarriage, pregnancy, mention of abortion, spencerâs rly harsh at first, teenage pregnancy, mentions of surgery, a cervix condition that i kinda made up, depressive thoughts, negative self-worth, HAPPY ENDING. *please let me know if iâve missed anything*
A/N: iâve been working on coming up with a series, which i posted last thursday! iâm sorry i havenât been as consistent with my schedule, this summer has really taken a toll on my mental health and school is about to start back up. i promise iâm not quitting writing, but my writing might become a bit more sporadic in terms of my posting schedule. iâm still not sure if i like how iâve executed this piece, so please let me know what you think!
IMPORTANT A/N: this contains serious topics centered around pregnancy and abortion. reader end up blaming herself and it is a very triggering subject to some. if you arenât comfortable with those kinds of depressive thoughts PLEASE DONT READ. i donât want anyone to be triggered by my writing. your mental health matters. you matter. do not read if your sensitive to the subject matter, please!
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when you and spencer checked the third pregnancy test and saw those two, very clear lines on the stick, you felt an unbelievable amount of joy.
âoh my god,â you clamped your hand over your mouth, your eyes welling with tears.
ây/nâŚâ he held his breath, holding your free hand with both of his own.
âyouâre gonna be a dad,â you huffed out a laugh as his arms flew around you.
âand youâre gonna be a mom! weâre gonna have our own little family,â he cheered as he breathed in your scent, elated from the news he had hoped for since you said âi do.â
spencer had wanted to be a father since he met henry, you remember how attached he was to the child who wasnât even his own. you hadnât always wanted children, only when you were absolutely ready for them. now, you were more than ready.
your arms flew around spencerâs neck as his went around your waist. he dropped to his knees and began pressing kisses against a bump that wasnât even visible yet, praising you and your body for carrying his child.
because it was so hard for you to get pregnant, spencer decided to baby you every chance he got. you didnât do the dishes or sweep, you werenât allowed to reach for high shelves or even step on a chair to do so. he was worried about you and the baby, so you let him. you found it endearing.
the perfect man that you married was so worried about the little bean inside of you, worried for your safety, that it drove him a bit mad. who were you to complain? each time heâd do one of the new little quirks like not letting you lift anything above 10 pounds, you just smiled to yourself and brushed it off.
being pregnant was something that you had lost hope for, in all honesty. spencer had been talking to a few friends who had adopted children prior to finding out you were pregnant. if this hadnât worked out, the two of you were going to look into adoption.
spencer had planned your doctors appointment for 6 weeks after your last period. the appointment was in three days. and then the perfect outline you had for your future went down in crumbles.
you had been having pains in your lower abdomen, and you figured it was just because you were pregnant. you went to the bathroom like you normally would when you felt queasy, kneeling by the toilet in preparation for what was to come. only nothing came.
you decided to just go pee and get back to bed. there was a pain that wasnât like youâd felt before when you were peeing, like someone had been pulling your intestines out of your body. when you looked down, you felt your stomach drop.
âspencer!â you cried out. âspencer, hurry!â you felt tears well in your eyes until he ran up beside you. his hand was on your thigh as the other one was trying to steady your shaking hand.
âwhat is⌠oh,â he looked in the toilet to see blood inside of it.
âspencer⌠what happened? i donât know what happened. everything was doing so well and the baby-we just found out and now theyâre-wh-whatâs gonna happen?â you rambled out, unsure of how something this horrific happened so quickly.
âi-i donât know, my love,â he pressed a kiss to your forehead. âi donât know. but weâll go to the hospital right now, okay? weâll get answers.â
you just nodded. you couldnât speak anymore. you felt your throat closing in on yourself. you cleaned yourself up and got dressed. even looking in the mirror with spencerâs arms around you, you didnât feel anything but guilt and worry.
spencerâs touch would usually be something to ease your mind and take away the thoughts of everything else around you. only this was something wrong inside of you. you were the problem this time. and you didnât think anything could fix this feeling.
âletâs get to the hospital, yea?â you nodded as he held onto your hand, trying to ground you to himself as he guided you to the car.
you were silent the entire drive to the doctor. there was nothing to say. there was nothing to do. there was just⌠nothing. you were numb.
âhey,â he spoke up, âwe donât know what happened yet. thereâs a chance itâs just a fluke, right? the baby might be okay.â
âwhatâre the statistics, spencer? tell them to me,â you ordered as tears flowed from your eyes.
ây/nâŚâ
âtell me! why donât you want me to know?!â you accused him, looking over at the man driving as he but his lower lip. â1 in 4 women who experience bleeding during a pregnancy are fine. 25 percent. the other 75 percent of people have either a miscarriage or serious complications. those are the statistics.â
ây/nâŚâ he sighed, âitâs not your fault. you didnât want this to happen. besides, thereâs still a 25 percent chance that nothings wrong.â
âwhatever,â you rolled your eyes and opted to look out of the window for the remainder of the drive to the hospital.
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âalright,â the doctor entered the room. âwe have the results from the test and weâve examined the ultrasound pictures. iâm so sorry, but youâve had a miscarriage.â
what were you supposed to feel? an overwhelming sense of sorrow? like a failure? like the one thing you wanted most in the world fell through?
âhow-how did this happen?â you spoke through the tears. âwe were so-we were careful. i didnât lift heavy objects, i didnât do repetitive motions, i just⌠we tried so hard to make this work,â you shook your head in disapproval, as if you wouldnât accept the answer that had already been proven to you.
âthereâs proof of an abortion when you were a teenager. there was severe damage done to your cervix that wasnât assessed pre-pregnancy. now, we can repair the damage within the next two months, but it will still be difficult to become pregnant after the surgery,â the female informed you.
âthen whatâs the point of getting the surgery?â you scoffed, looking at spencer who was just staring off in space.
âwhile getting pregnant will still be difficult, maintaining the pregnancy is much more likely. the fetus would be more protected and secure after the surgery,â she explained with a pitiful smile, you couldnât help but wonder how she could smile after giving you the worst news of your life.
âright,â you nodded curtly, allowing her to sense the mood of the conversation.
âiâll leave you two be. iâm so sorry for your loss,â she gave the both of you a pitiful smile before exiting the room, the only sound audible being the closing of the door.
it didnât feel real. it felt as though you were in a nightmare. only this time, you wouldnât wake in spencerâs comforting arms. you wouldnât hear the soft soothing voice of the man you love trying to calm you down. you wouldnât feel the solace he would provide by merely being himself in your proximity.
the drive home was eerily quiet. there was an inkling of animosity between you. looking over at spencer in the driverâs seat, he had a dead look on his face, the only sign of previous emotion being his red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. he didnât even look like your spencer. he looked like a stranger in the drivers seat with a cold expression that you could barely read.
you knew this was something you should talk about. when the nurse came back in the room it was only to offer a few referrals go therapists that specialized in this kind of grief. clearly, any couple should talk about losing an unborn baby. but you knew thatâs not what spencer was truly upset about.
you waited until you shut the door to your apartment before saying anything.
âmaybe we should talk about it?â you whispered, not knowing how heâd react.
âabout what? the fact that youâve lied to me for our entire relationship?!â he wouldnât even turn around to face you. âi thought we were in this together, y/n. we arenât supposed to keep secrets from each other - especially not any that just killed our child!â
âheyâŚâ you winced at his words. âwhy would you say that?â
âthatâs the truth! your choices when you were a teenager just killed our child! my child!â he finally turned to face you, and you wished he hadnât.
âdo you think i knew they would botch my abortion, spencer?! do you think thatâs what i wanted?!â you stepped closer to him, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
âi donât know what you want anymore, y/n,â he shook his head, clearly exasperated.
âi want you. i want to get the surgery to fix my cervix. i want to grieve our child. i still want kids⌠with you, spencer,â you tried to ease the mood, calm him down. you reached your hand out to cup his cheek before he dodged your touch, afraid of touching you. âbut you donât want that?â you whispered so quiet, too afraid of the answer to raise your voice.
âi-â he sighed and bit his lower lip. âi donât know.â
âright. of course you donât,â you shook your head before sitting on the couch, dropping your face in your hands.
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â he scoffed as he took off his coat.
âit means that: of course, youâre making this about you! it canât be about us grieving our loss together like the doctor recommended?!â you peeked between your hands at the man you still didnât recognize.
âmaybe we shouldnât grieve together since we canât even have a conversation without getting angry at one another,â he tried to reason.
âthe only reason iâm getting mad is because youâre blaming me for my babyâs death,â you spat back at the doctor before you.
âbecause itâs your fault!â he stood strong in his belief. âwhen you were a teenager, did you or did you not have an abortion?â
âi did,â you admitted.
âand the nurse said that in said abortion, they screwed your cervix up! if you didnât have that abortion, our child would still be alive! we would be on our way to become happy parents!â he accused, rubbing salt in the already stinging wound. âitâs your fucking fault!â
âstop saying that,â you shook your head and dropped it back in your hands, trying to hide the tears that began to flow down your face.
âit is, y/n! i canât believe youâre even trying to say this isnât!â he chuckled, clearly getting under your skin.
âshut up, spencer!â
âi canât, y/n!â he sat in the chair across from you before standing back up, too hyper to sit. âno wonder it was so hard for you to get pregnant.â
âspencer,â you begged him to stop, meeting his face with your teary eyes.
ây/n,â he stared you in the eyes, and you saw a glimpse of the man you loved for a second before he retreated to the bedroom.
you sat on the couch in confusion of what had just occurred.
when you were 15, youâre boyfriend was adamant about taking your relationship âto the next step.â you didnât think you were ready to have sex, but you wanted him to stay with you. so, you gave in. it just so happened to be that you were one of the lucky girls that ends up getting pregnant her first time in spite of birth control and a condom. you couldnât tell your mom about your pregnancy, sheâd have your head on a pole.
so, you earned enough money from your job to get an abortion yourself. you went to a clinic and had your boyfriendâs mom come with you to sign as your guardian. was it smart to get an abortion that cheap? probably not. but you had no other choice. your mom had made it abundantly clear that if she caught you fooling around with him that sheâd kick you out.
you were 15. you were young and still had to finish high school. there was no support system for you. you wouldâve been on the streets with a little baby - not to mention the amount of debt youâd go into for just giving birth to a child in a hospital. it was the only choice.
and now you were being berated for making the only choice you even had - and by the person you loved most in the world.
you curled into yourself on the couch, laying your head on the arm and crying into the fabric. you released all of the tension and turmoil. you held onto the cushions as if it were the man that you wanted - no, needed to comfort you. because as much as youâd hate to admit it and try to fight those thoughts, part of you thought that spencer was right. it was your fault.
you fell asleep on the couch that night. you didnât have the strength to get up to grab a blanket so you just sucked it up.
spencer didnât sleep at all. he was used to having you curled into his chest, or himself on yours. he felt terrible about how he had talked to you, but he was too stubborn to admit anything just yet.
in the middle of the night he went out of the room to grab a glass of water. he saw you curled up in a ball, you head resting on the arm of the couch as you slept. it was the most peaceful you looked in the past 24 hours. but you began shivering as you slept. you were probably too exhausted to get up to do anything.
he went to the hall closet on a detour and grabbed your favorite, soft blanket and laid it on top of your body. after placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he went into the kitchen and made his glass of water before taking one more glance at you. you had snuggled into the blanket, pulling it up to your chin with a gentle smile that always appeared when he kissed your forehead as you slept.
maybe he didnât screw up too badly, after all.
the next few days were spent avoiding one another. spencer couldnât face you after knowing you had kept something so dire from him for the entirety of your relationship. you couldnât face him after he made you feel as though it was your fault you lost your baby.
you would stay on the couch all day, barely eating or drinking anything while spencer would go out - only mentioning the library or the office to do more paperwork. eventually he just started sleeping at morganâs house - probably because he couldnât stand being around you.
you didnât know how to grieve your baby, you were hoping that spencer might help, but that clearly wonât be happening. on top of that, you were worrying about your marriage. he couldnât even look at you, how was he supposed to talk to you and sleep beside you?
a lot of times, itâs perceived that the only reason women were put on this planet were to have children - of course thatâs a false notion, but it didnât make it sting any less. your body had betrayed you. you had betrayed yourself.
it was only 12 days after spencer left when he came back home, if he could call it that anymore. once he walked into the living room, he saw you curled up in that same position on the couch. you had a blank stare that was directed towards the black tv. the only evidence that you were doing something was the empty water bottles surrounding you - certainly not enough considering heâd been gone for over a week.
when he entered you didnât even flinch. your gaze stayed on the empty screen and your face remained vacant of any emotion.
in all honesty, morgan was the one to tell spencer he should check on you. spencer hadnât told him everything about your argument, he knew he was in the wrong. but he was just so angry. regardless, he was here now, and itâs a good thing he was.
you hadnât been taking care of yourself. spencer had morgan and savannah checking on him, but you had nobody. he only realized this when morgan pointed it out. and as upset as he was, spencer would always love you. your expressionless face only worried him more. your clothes had been changed from when he last saw you, but he doubts youâve had a shower.
he stayed silent as he began picking up the empty water bottles from around the table and couch. you looked at him quizzically with furrowed brows.
âwhatâre you doing?â you asked, your chin already quivering as tears threatened to stream down your face.
âiâm trying to help,â he whispered as sensitively as he could, making eye contact with the most pitiful face youâd ever seen.
âi think youâve helped enough,â you rolled your eyes before resuming your serious stare-down with the television. âyou can leave.â
âno, i canât,â he replied, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch while being sure not to touch you - he didnât know if you were ready for that.
âyou already did,â you brought to his attention, briefly looking at him. âjust go.â
ây/n, i-â
âi donât want to hear it! whatâre you gonna say that could make me feel worse, spencer?!â you let the tears fall past your waterline. âi know itâs my fault. i know i screwed up! and iâm sorry! iâm so sorry!â you replied with far too much sincerity, the tears streaming down your face before he scooted closer to you, planning on wrapping his arms around you. âstop! donât come near me!â you pushed his shoulders away. âitâs my fault,â you lowered your voice significantly before wrapping your arms around yourself.
he had called emily as soon as he got back into the bedroom. he knew she had previously had an abortion when she was a teenager, and he just needed to hear her side of it. part of him didnât even expect her to pick up the phone.
âreid, whatâs wrong?â she immediately answered.
âi-i think i need to talk to you,â he whispered in a hushed tone.
âright now?â she asked in a mildly concerned tone.
âif you can? the sooner the better,â he answered honestly.
âalright. you want to meet somewhere or just come over?â
âcan i just come over? itâs really personal and i wasnât sure who else to go to,â he began tying his shoes and hoping sheâd agree.
âof course, come on over,â she replied in a worried voice.
âok. iâll be there in twenty.â
he quietly left the apartment, not before sparing you a regretful glance. he lost his child, but you also lost your child as well. he just couldnât control his anger. and partially, he thought he was right.
how could you not have told him about something so serious? the second you had began having issues getting pregnant, maybe you shouldâve been open about previous pregnancies.
âhey,â emily greeted before giving him a hug after seeing his teary eyes. âcome inside.â
âthanks,â he sniffled before stepping into her apartment.
she guided him into her living room and sat down on the couch beside him. they sat there for a few silent minutes before he was able to work up enough courage.
ây/n was pregnant,â he whispered, barely audible if she werenât right beside him.
âwas,â she pointed out, already feeling as though she knew the rest of the story.
âshe uhm-she miscarried two weeks ago,â he somberly admitted for the first time to someone else. âthe doctor said it was because she had an abortion when she was a teenager that somehow ruined her cervix.â
âand thatâs why you felt like you needed to talk to me?â she gathered, she was a great profiler for a reason but this was far more obvious.
âi was pretty harsh. i-i told her it was her fault,â he bit his lower lip as he grimaced. âi really rubbed it in, too.â
âspencer⌠â she sighed, taking a deep breath before continuing. âyouâre mourning a life, right now. obviously, that would raise tensions and emotions would be heightened. but⌠have you apologized? for telling her it was her fault?â
âno?â he replied after thinking about it. âi was going to do that today but sheâs⌠sheâs not in good shape. iâm not saying she needs to be perfect, but while i was at derekâs i can tell she didnât take care of herself. she barely drank any water.â
âdid you ask her why she had an abortion? why she didnât tell you? did you ask her anything about how sheâs feeling?â emily asked once more.
âno,â he cowered down, feeling even worse about the truthful answer. âi was just⌠selfish. i didnât think about how sheâs feeling. i just-i feel so bad now, seeing what state sheâs in.â
âwhen i got an abortion it was because i wasnât ready for a child,â she began to inform him. âi was a child, myself. how was a child supposed to take care of another one? my mother wouldâve been disgraced. i basically had nobody there for me. i kept it a secret because having an abortion is so controversial. i knew people would look at me differently for making a responsible decision for my future.â
âgod, i feel so bad,â he began to tear up himself. âi love her so much and i told her these horrible things.â
âmake it right, spencer,â she gave him a supportive smile and pat his thigh before he stood up.
âi-i have to go,â he wiped the tears from his face before giving emily a hug, grateful she would listen to him at such an ungodly hour.
he quickly drove back home, where he decidedly belonged in the first place. he never shouldâve left home. he never shouldâve left you. you were his home, and he didnât know how he could possibly lose sight of that.
ây/n,â he cooed as he entered the apartment once more. it was noticeably a bit more clean. the trash was taken out, the dishes were done, and your hair was wet from a shower - he assumed. âhey,â he smiled when he saw you sitting on the bed, cheeks still red and tear-stained with red, puffy eyes.
âhi,â you sighed as you brushed your hair, spencer sat down beside you.
âhowâre you feeling?â you shrugged. âi need to apologize to you,â he admitted, placing a hand on your thigh. âiâm so, so sorry for what i said. telling you that itâs your fault that we lost our child⌠i-thereâs no excuse. i was clearly upset, but so were you. what i said was so out of line, and iâll never be able to express how sorry i am to you.â
âyouâre right,â you shrugged. âit was my fault.â
âno,â he rubbed his thumb on your skin. âit was not your fault. iâm so sorry i made you believe that.â
âwhen i was 15 my boyfriend at the time pressured me to have sex. we used a condom and i was in birth control but i still-i still ended up pregnant,â you began, taking a deep breath before continuing. âi couldnât tell my mom because she wouldâve kicked me out, so i saved up some money and had his mom take me to a cheap clinic. she signed as my mom and i got the procedure done. that was the end of it,â you finished tears streaming down your face. âa few weeks after the procedure i started having pains in like my lower back, but i didnât think anything of it. so⌠it is my fault. i shouldnât have gone to a cheap clinic, but i couldnât live on the streets with a baby and no way to clothe or feed them.â
ây/n,â he got your attention, wiping the tears from your cheeks. âyou were a teenager who had no other choice, love. itâs not your fault, itâs the clinicâs.â
âi just⌠it hurts so bad, spencer,â you shook your head in defeat before he wrapped his arms around you. ânot even just emotionally, my body physically hurts so bad. i donât know what to do and i thought i lost you and i didnât know what i would do without you because i didnât think you loved me anymore because itâs my fault,â you ranted out, sobbing into his shoulder before he moved the two of you around the bed to lay down, you on his chest.
âiâm so sorry you had to go through that, and that youâre still dealing with the repercussions,â he pressed a kiss to your forehead. âbut know that iâm not leaving you. i love you and nothing will ever change that.â
âthereâs nothing we can do now,â you whined, clutching to his shirt as if heâd disappear once more.
âwe can go to the recommended therapy. we can get that surgery to fix your cervix,â he reminded you, rubbing circles onto your back as you sniffled. âthen, if youâd like, we could try again for a baby.â
âso you still want to be with me?â you whispered by his ear, clearly worried of the answer.
âof course i do,â he said as if there were no other option; there wasnât. âiâm so, so sorry, love.â
âthe reason i didnât tell you is because,â you sighed as you shuffled on top of spencer, now sitting on his lap and facing him. âbecause thereâs this stigma that comes with having an abortion - and i didnât know how youâd react. i also didnât know it didnât go well in the first place, but thatâs a different story,â you chuckled. âiâm sorry. i shouldâve told you about something so serious.â
âyou donât have to apologize,â he brushed a strand of hair from your face. âthat was from your past. this is our future, we shouldnât get caught up on it and allow it to ruin this.â
you nodded, âyouâre right. are-are you staying here, now? or are you going back to derekâs?â there was an obvious look of hope in your eye that spencer never planned on squashing.
âiâm staying here,â he smiled. âhome. youâre my home.â
âyouâre so cheesy,â you rolled your eyes as a laugh left your lips.
âiâve missed your smile,â he pressed a kiss to those very lips, your smile not going away but growing even bigger.
âiâve missed you,â you pointed at his chest. âplease donât leave again.â
âi wonât. ever again,â you held your pinky out, he smiled and wrapped his own around it. âiâm so sorry.â
âweâll work at it,â you sighed. âweâll build back the trust and fix my stupid cervix and then maybe try again for a baby.â
over the next few months spencer and you had been going to therapy once a week, mourning the loss of your baby and working through your other issues.
five months after you found out about the miscarriage, you had the surgery to fix your cervix.
one year after you fixed your cervix you and spencer began talking about having a child. you were extremely nervous, rightfully so. you voiced your concerns to spencer about what if the surgery didnât work? what if your cervix wasnât the only issue? and he replied by reminding you that you would both take this one step at a time.
seven months after having the conversation with spencer about having children, a miracle had caught up to you.
you were pregnant.
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[M] - PhysCom - Pt 7
pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - bc 1 - pt 4 - pt 5Â - pt 6 - pt 7
Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader
Rating: Mature [18+]
Length:Â 5.4k words
Genre: PhysCom AU - smut with dashes of angst, and a shitload of romance and complicated feelings,, uhuhu (porn with plot??)
Warnings:Â swearing, a lot of emotional turmoil, talk of pregnancy scares (birth control, contraceptives, etc.), implied discrimination towards sex workers (not by any of the boys dw), mentions of sexual acts
slowly hands you a cake that says "I haven't updated this fic in 14 months and I don't know when the next part is coming but here's an update thanks for being patient" in comic sans
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The rush to the hospital goes by in a blur of tears and shouting and panic and questions that you can't bring yourself to answer. The only constant is Min Yoongi's hand, firmly locked in your own throughout the ordeal, tethering you to reality.
You now sit in a private room on a sterile medical table and wait to be seen, too numb inside to feel the sting of the cold metal as it cuts into the backs of your thighs. Yoongi stands beside you, still holding your hand, his fingers are laced through yours and squeezing as if it could sap away the fear that eats away your insides, leaving you hollow and empty.
"It'll be alright. Don't worry about a damn thing, okay?" He shifts his weight anxiously, betraying his own underlying worries.
You barely remember him throwing his jacket over you before being rushed out of the house, and you don't feel deserving of the modest coverage. Though the leather is worn and soft against your skin, all you can feel is the harsh metallic zipper, scratching at your chest as though reminding you of your wrongdoings.
"YoongiâŚ" you start to say, but he cuts you off, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Don't you fucking dare. Don't apologize."
You feel tears well up in your eyes. Your chest grows tight with the words he's forbidden you to say.
"I've already called Namjoon, it'll all be fine. Don't worry." He works his jaw and rubs your hand with surprising tenderness, glancing to the little window in the door every other second.
He's been assuring you with those same words for the past half hour, but it feels like it's been an eternity. As you glance at the clock on the wall, watching the hands tick by, you imagine a scene like that of a health documentary. Tiny sperm, swimming up your insides⌠fertilizing your previously dormant eggs.
Fuck. You've fucked up.
You might be pregnant with Min Yoongi's child. Your Opticon birth control implant could send you into toxic shock at any moment.
You don't see how things can get much worse than this.
The door finally opens, and what appears to be a nurse steps inside. She holds a clipboard, and examines it while she lets the door close behind her. "Let's see now, Miss..." Her shoulders slump marginally as her eyes reach your name. "Oh, right. The PhysCom."
You don't have the energy to ignore the change in her tone from friendly to disinterested, and simply nod. However, you feel Yoongi stiffen beside you.
The nurse lets out a brief sigh and dons a professional expression. "So, what appears to be the problem?" She directs the question to Yoongi.
"We think her birth control implant isn't working." Yoongi explains, his eyes darting furtively between you and the nurse. "She, um⌠she reached orgasm."
You flush at the memory, ashamed of your failure to adhere to even the most basic of rules set before you.
The nurse makes a noncommittal noise and jots something down. "Says here itâs an Opticon. And you didn't turn it off, sir?"
He shakes his head.
The nurse touches the end of her pen to her mouth, a note of sympathy forming in her eyes. Not for you, but for Yoongi. "How long have you had her?"
"Excuse me?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
The nurse tucks the clipboard under her arm, giving him a weary, patient smile. âWith PhysComs, we have a list of probable scenarios weâre supposed to check for, to better inform the doctor of the situation, and speed along the treatment process.â
She barely spares you a glance before returning her attention to Yoongi, her voice lowered just a fraction. âItâs not uncommon for newly hired female PhysComs to try and⌠well, intentionally get pregnant from their clients. Especially if those clients have any amount of wealth or status.â
Yoongi seems lost for words.
She nods as if to agree with his surprise. âItâs some psychosis associated with the job,â she says with a shrug, then straightens her posture once more. âSo has she been acting strangely at all? What are her symptoms?â
Your ears burn a bit at being talked about like youâre not in the room, but this isnât the first time youâve been in such a position. Oftentimes checkups during training were the same way, the physicians would speak exclusively among themselves and Madame while they examined every inch of you, inside and out.
Yoongi, however, is not used to such an experience.
âWhy donât you ask her yourself?â He says, in a voice much calmer than you would have expected. But one glance at his face tells you all you need to know. His eyes are burning like hot coals. Molten and dangerous.
The nurse doesnât pick up on his irritation, and busily flips through the pages on her clipboard. âI need reliable information, sir. If you please,â she prompts him.
You can feel Yoongiâs hand clench around yours, and you turn to quiet him.
âItâs okay,â you murmur, hoping to reassure him enough so heâll talk to her, but he stands his ground, his eyes glued on the nurse.
âGet out,â Yoongi says.
The nurse does a double take. âExcuse me, sir?â
âI said get the fuck out of here.â He points to the door. âSend us someone who will actually help.â
She fumes silently for a moment, but decides not to argue with him, and heads for the door in a huff.
Yoongi scoffs as you two are left alone once more. âWhat the fuck kind of bedside manner was that supposed to be?â He mutters, staring at the door.
âItâs okay.â You place a hand on his arm.
âNo, itâs not.â Heâs adamant, and you sigh wearily. How do you explain that this is only what can be expected?
You pick out a few haphazard words from the maelstrom in your brain, too tired to find the best phrasing. âMedical personnel⌠they donât really get it.â
âGet what?â He asks, turning to you in outrage. âBeing a fucking decent human being?â
You flinch, withdrawing your hand. Youâre too tired to try and get your point across. But he notices you wilt and immediately comes closer, lowering his voice and placing both his hands on your arms. âIâm sorry,â he murmurs, the edge of anger fading away to gentleness. Kindness. âWhat do you mean?â
You sigh, looking off to the side. You donât deserve to have him look at you like that.
You carefully remove his hands, trying to maintain some semblance of a professional distance, even in the face of disaster. âMost hospitals donât look favorably at PhysComs. We were given a few lectures about it in training. We use up their resources and time that could instead be given to patients who didnât willingly put themselves at risk.â
You remember how your fellow trainees had reacted after those discussions. Many of them found the treatment to be unfair, but you yourself felt that, in a way, the medical fieldâs viewpoint was reasonable. Your choices are what landed you here.
âWhat the- what are you talking about?â He huffs, still seemingly in the dark. âYou didnât ask for this⌠this scare. It wasnât your fault.â He tries to meet your eyes, but your gaze is fixed firmly to the linoleum floor.
A mirthless smile paints your lips. âBut I chose this life. And these risks along with it.â
Before he can question you further, the door bursts open and Kim Namjoon enters the room, both his dress shirt and his hair are rumpled, and his eyes are frantic. âSweetheart?â He rushes to your side and crushes you in a hug. âAre you alright?â
You hear Yoongi let out a breath of relief. âSheâs okay, for the moment.â
Something about the way Namjoon holds you feels like a lamp being held against your cold skin. Youâre too damp inside to light a flame yourself, but his own body warms you from the outside in the meantime. You want to let yourself enjoy it, but the memory of your unresolved questions leaves you limp in his arms, filled with nothing but misery and confusion.
He pulls back after a moment, checking you over for signs of injury. His eyes are wide with concern. âWhat happened? Tell me everything.â
A flare of shame rises up in you at the notion of telling Namjoon about your rule-breaking and everything that occured since this morning.
Thankfully, Yoongi seems to sense your hesitance, and he fills in most of the pieces for Namjoon. Namjoonâs expression remains stoic as Yoongi recounts what happened - you being brought home unconcious, seducing Yoongi - up until the mention of your orgasm. Namjoonâs jaw slackens slightly at this, and his eyes scan your face, searching for something.
Itâs at this moment that the doctor walks in, a different nurse at his side. Heâs a slightly older man, a few wrinkles creasing his brow, and a smile that appears kind until it lands on you. His face is then tinged with that same indifference that most medical professionals give you.
You wish it was your usual physician, but since this was an emergency, you didnât have time to take the trip to your usual practice. Whatever hospital is nearest, thatâs what Yoongi had told the driver.
The man turns to Namjoon, who arguably commands more presence than Yoongi, and the kindness returns. âSorry for the delay. Busy night. From what I understand, your PhysCom has malfunctioned, is that correct?â
âHer Opticon malfunctioned, yes.â Namjoon corrects him. His diplomatic tendencies are a blessing right now. You just want to know if youâre pregnant or not. You want to know if youâre losing your job. You want to go home.
The doctor runs a few physical tests on you, feeling your breasts, peering down your throat, and examining your vaginal canal, checking for any other symptoms of malfunction from your Opticon. âAllâs well so far.â He says, pulling his forefingers out of you, snapping off his gloves, and disposing of them. âMay I take a look at the ComGear?â
You feel a flash of panic, waking you out of your stupor. Fuck, was it still in the group chat? You pull out the slim device, heart hammering as you check. Nope. Just settings. Thank god.
You hand it over, and then remember with a looming feeling of dread exactly why it might have been left on the settings page...
âYou do so much for us, jagiya.â Taehyung keeps his hands braced on your arms, his thumb rubbing gently against your skin. âYouâre always there for us. Always giving⌠Now itâs time for you to receive.â
âIâm sorry! Itâs my fault-â Jiminâs eyes fall to your compromising position, Yoongiâs dick still out, your leaking core exposed, and claps a hand over his mouth. He looks like he might cry. âOh no...â
The pieces fall into place, and thereâs no doubt in your mind. They must have switched it off.
But why? Why, why, why�
The doctor - youâre too frazzled to read his nametag - pulls out a pair of reading glasses and takes a look at your ComGear, poking around the device with his pointer finger. âHm. Strange.â He squints. âThe Opticon does appear to be switched off.â
Namjoon blinks. âThatâs impossible.â
âIâm afraid thatâs the case.â The doctor shows him the setting, the toggle very much in the off position. Namjoon takes the device and looks at it in shock.
The doctor coughs. âI know that, um⌠for some individuals, the temptation and the⌠risk associated with no protection during intercourse can be sexually arousing. Itâs not the first time weâve gotten a case like this.â
He removes his glasses, folding them back into his pocket. âHowever, I would remind you and anyone else who uses this oneâs services that although Physical Companions may be virtually expendable, it can become quite expensive for your own sake to impregnate them on a whim, using and discarding them, what with the standard fees for breaching their contract and-â
âThank you, Doctor.â Namjoon interrupts him, and you notice the iron grip he now has on Yoongiâs arm. Likely the only thing restraining him from throwing a punch. âWeâll be more careful.â Namjoon glances at you, confusion making a little crease between his brows. âIs there some sort of morning after pill she can take, orâŚ?â
âIâm afraid the lingering effects of the Opticon implant render any outside hormone blockers ineffective.â The doctor says, his smile turning thin. âItâs a bit of a blessing and a curse. The hormone production and ovulation suppressant in the Opticon normally make the chance of fertilization zero percent while in use. After itâs switched off, chances are still fairly low at 30 percent, for up to 24 hours. But the chances of fertilization after taking a morning after pill are significantly lower than that, at only five percent.â
He shrugs. âWeâll just have to wait and see. Chances are, your PhysCom will be right as rain and ready to pleasure clients again in about a week.â
A week.
First a week of suspension on Namjoonâs terms⌠Now itâs on medical advisement.
âA week? What should we do until then?â Namjoon voices your very thoughts, Yoongi seething silently beside him.
âWell, we wonât have any results until three to five days from now.â The man clarifies. âBut I highly recommend you leave the implant switched off and keep her on traditional contraceptives until we know for sure. I strongly recommend utilizing other PhysComs in the meantime, just to be safe.â
Youâre finished.
The doctor hands Namjoon a paper bag, most likely containing birth control pills and condoms. âShe may be somewhat volatile for the next few days. You can bring her in for another checkup in a week.â
Youâre weak.
âThank you.â
Youâre numb.
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It was a silent car ride back to the house, and as Namjoon helps you step out of the vehicle, one hand holding yours for stability while the other rests on your lower back, you canât help feeling utterly useless. Detached from your surroundings.
Whatâs the point of any of this now? Thereâs no way theyâll want to use you until this is resolved. Youâre of no use to them as a sex toy until at least a week from now, and by then itâll be far too late to earn their favor back.
âWe need to have a meeting. Call the others into the living room.â Namjoon speaks to Yoongi in an undertone, and you feel a small ache of hope. Maybe things will work out if everyone just talks to each other.
But when you enter the house and Namjoon begins to steer you upstairs, you finally find your voice.
âNo.â You resist against him, turning around at the base of the stairs. âNo, I want to be part of the meeting.â
The surprise quickly fades from his face, instead turning to concern. âYou need to rest."
Something about the look on his face, about being told yet again through his actions that this doesnât concern you, it causes something inside you to snap, your apathy vanishing in the wake of this new beast beginning to rear its ugly head within you.
Your throat closes up and a scream erupts from your aching chest. "You don't know what I need!"
Namjoon matches your desperation with an infuriatingly patient look of sympathy. He approaches you, his hand outstretched, but you stagger back away from him. He smiles sadly and drops his hand. "Stay here. It's what's best for you."
What's best for you.
The words throb in your mind, like the memory of an old wound. They bounce listlessly off the walls of your grandiose prison long after Namjoon shuts the door, sealing you away again.
You don't know what comes over you as you see visions of launching yourself at the door, pounding and scratching at the wood like a wild animal.
You could just open the door and follow him downstairs. Some part of you does register that.
But you want them to hear you. You want them to hear you rip your throat raw as you exorcise your demons.
You blink and you're standing still.
You haven't moved.
Your spacious room feels stifling. Like the walls are closing in on you, suffocating you.
Silken ropes sway in the dusk, catching your eye from beyond the balcony window. Your escape route from earlier that day.
You don't think twice before stuffing a few meager belongings into the long forgotten backpack kicked beneath your bed.
You need to leave this place.
You can't stay here.
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It had started drizzling not long after you left the house, and even now as you sit on the damp curbside, waiting for the next bus to take you far away from this place, it strikes you as funny, in a way, that the weather is crying for you, since you can't muster any tears of your own.
It's cold and misty, a foreboding atmosphere, by all accounts. It makes you question if what you're about to do is the right call.
But you shut down the arguments in your head as quickly as they appear.
Second guessing was what had gotten you into this situation. You need to follow your instincts.
And your instincts are telling you to flee.
It won't be so bad, you try to convince yourself. After the first night on the road, you'll eventually find a new town, a new home, a new place for yourself in this fucked up world. You've done it before, you can do it again.
You're considering suitable aliases for your new persona, when you sense another person approaching, their shoes tramping through the wet grass.
You don't look up at them, hoping they'll pass by and leave you alone. But they come to a stop beside you.
You keep your gaze on the road, droplets rippling the puddled potholes.
Then the stranger goes to sit on the curb too, and you can't help but look at them.
You'd recognize those lips anywhere, even beneath a baggy hooded sweatshirt.
"It's a bit late to run errands, don't you think?" Seokjin says, pulling his sleeves down to keep out the chill as he perches beside you.
He glances at you, then looks ahead at the road, the same way you were. You return your gaze forward, too exhausted to make a run for it. Though you don't get the sense that he would chase after you, even if you tried to escape.
Maybe that's exactly why you decide to stay put, but you don't give the suspicion any more thought.
"What do you want?" You finally ask, your voice croaky from being silent for so long.
"Nothing."
"Liar," you mutter, hugging your knees to your chest. "Everyone wants something."
He chuckles. Rests back on his hands. "I guess you're right about that."
Damn right you are. You didn't study the human condition through your years of training to be fooled so easily by pretty words.
"So?" You prompt him, still staring at the dreary horizon.
He takes a moment to respond. The silence is punctuated by the distant noises of traffic, an occasional car passing by, its headlights shimmering in the mist before disappearing down the road.
âThe others are all out looking for you, you know,â he says simply. âWhy do you think that is?â
If it were anyone else that had run away - their manager, a friend - you know what the answer would be. Because they care about that person. But how can you believe that about yourself, when you know you can never amount to anyone with that level of importance to them?
Ironic, since youâre the person with which they can be most intimate and vulnerable.
âIâm a liability,â you reply halfheartedly.
His silence serves to confirm your suspicions. A runaway PhysCom? Far too risky for a group at their level. You could become one of those anonymous sources like you saw in the news. A firsthand account of the BTS membersâ secret sexual urges. Unacceptable. Snatches of words from the NDA you signed buzz around the edges of your mind like stray flies.
But since you're no longer connected to your network, then your tracker is probably disconnected. If the bus had come just a little earlier, you might already have escaped without a trace.
âYou really think thatâs the only reason?â Seokjinâs voice pulls you back to the moment.
His abysmal attempt to divert from the problem gets a hollow laugh out of you.
âAny other reason has ulterior motives. Itâs just business.â You check the time on your ComGear. The bus should be here any minute. âIâm leaving, and I wonât let you stop me.â
âI donât intend to,â he agrees, to your surprise. âGod knows youâve been put through enough.â He then leans forward, resting his forearms across his legs. âBut for what itâs worth, you deserve to know the truth.â
Your ears perk up at this.
Seokjin seems to take your silence as permission to continue. âThe reason we decided to suspend you. It wasnât⌠entirely selfless.â
You purse your lips in irritation and fix your gaze upon the horizon, settling your chin beneath your crossed arms. âRight. Ulterior motives, like I said.â
He clicks his tongue. âTouche.â
You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't.
Your curiosity gets the better of you.
âSo, what⌠were you planning to replace me?â You ask, trying to sound contemptuous. âI heard you all having your little group meeting in the kitchen. There are plenty of shiny new whores at your disposal, take your pick.â
He still makes no noise.
You wait, preparing to accept a bitter confirmation of all your fears.
But then he finds his voice. âWe could never replace you, dear.â
You stop. Look over at him. His eyes are half lidded, his smile bittersweet as he stares off into the distance. After a few moments, he fishes around in his pocket and pulls something out, then hands it to you.
His smartphone.
âHere,â he murmurs, sympathy in the quirk of his lips. âIn case you need to call anyone. Those devices they give you donât have a cell plan, I assume.â
He seems to sense your wariness, and waves the phone a bit in a gesture of insistence. âI can buy a dozen new ones. Itâs no trouble.â
You very hesitantly take it. âThanks.â
Of course, he has no way to know that your ComGear is now jailbroken, for all intents and purposes. But⌠is this a trap? What if thereâs a tracker in the phone? But why would he need to put a tracker in it if he doesnât know your ComGear is off the grid?
The rumble of an approaching motor pulls you out of your cyclical thoughts, and you get on your feet, slowly coming out of your dissociative sulk.
But you still feel numb. Nothing matters anymore.
Nothing at all.
Jin gets up along with you, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket. âStay safe, alright?â
You give a brief nod of acknowledgment, only half in his direction as you shrug your bag onto your shoulder more securely. The hydraulics of the bus screech as the vehicle comes to a stop and lowers slightly, allowing you to step onboard.
You glance back, fully expecting Jin to stop you. But he doesnât. He blinks raindrops out of his eyes while you board, and gives you a small smile once the doors close behind you. He lifts a hand in farewell, then turns and starts to walk away down the street.
Heâs really letting you go.
You pay your fare and find a seat towards the back of the nearly empty bus. Rain pelts at the windows, picking up in earnest, and it feels like yet another layer, another barrier, separating yourself and creating an ever-growing chasm from the life you knew up until yesterday.
You pull out Jinâs phone, staring at the dark screen and wiping away stray raindrops from the surface with your sleeve. Why had he come to find you, if not to stop you?
âBut for what itâs worth, you deserve to know the truth.â
Maybe he felt guilty. Or remorseful for the hell youâve been put through recently. You would normally have felt immense satisfaction at such a thought.
But you canât feel much of anything right now.
You donât think youâll be able to feel properly again. At least not for a long, long timeâŚ
Hm? The screen lit up. You must have pressed a button by accident. You swipe at it again, and to your surprise it unlocks. Who doesnât put a passcode on their phone?
Is it possible⌠he disabled it before he gave it to you? Maybe. Whatever. Youâre so tired of thinking, playing investigator and second guessing peopleâs motivations.
You scroll over to the phone icon, and tap on it, briefly considering calling your parents. But the wetness on your fingers messes with the touchscreen and you open the messages app instead.
Youâre about to wipe the screen and try again, but⌠the most recent messages are⌠all about you. You tap on the group chat among the seven of them, currently bustling with activity.
[ Kim Namjoon ]: has anyone found her [ Park Jimin ]: hyung Iâm so sorry [ Park Jimin ]: itâs all my fault [ Min Yoongi ]: sheâs not at the studio [ Kim Namjoon ]: weâll talk about it later Jimin [ Kim Namjoon ]: everyone keep looking [Jeon Jungkook]: manager said they can call her network to track her down [Kim Taehyung ]: should we do that? [ Jung Hoseok ]: no! she could get in trouble :( [ Min Yoongi ]: sheâs not a stray pet [ Kim Namjoon ]: exactly [ Kim Namjoon ]: we need to keep this quiet for her sake [Kim Taehyung ]: she hasnât replied to my texts or calls [ Min Yoongi ]: me neither [Jeon Jungkook]: hyung... will she be okay? [ Kim Namjoon ]: everything will be fine donât worry [ Kim Namjoon ]: weâre going to fix this somehow [ Min Yoongi ]: whatever it takes [ Jung Hoseok ]: where could she have gone... [ Park Jimin ]: what if she doesnât come back?
You scroll further up, past days and weeks and months of texts between them⌠not even a day between mentions of you. Wondering if youâre alright. Hoping youâve eaten enough. Wanting to do more with you.
The thread of texts Jimin sent to Seokjin just yesterday.
Hyung I wish things were different I want to hold her I want to tell her sheâs enough I wish I could kiss her⌠I think I love her Do you ever feel that way?
And Seokjinâs reply.
I do I know just what you mean Why do you think I turned those secondaries away last night, hm? No one can compare She really is specialâŚ
He didnât⌠fuck the secondaries? After you broke at dinner, he⌠didnât...?
You switch to his thread with Namjoon from a few days ago.
I know youâre our leader but I donât think this is the way to go You need to be more cautious
Namjoonâs reply.
What we need is action, hyung If we work together on this, we could get rid of these unnecessary rules We could all have what we want Including her Itâs whatâs best for everyone
Seokjin took several minutes to reply.
Youâre going to lose her.
Jin knew. He tried to talk Namjoon out of writing that stupid essay, or maybe it was about your suspension.
Either way, he defended you.
You open his thread with Hoseok. Dimly, you recognize that you shouldnât be snooping, but youâre too absorbed to stop.
Hyung, I think she really wants this All of us ⥠I donât know how, but we need to show her that itâs okay That we want it just as much
How do you know thatâs what she wants?
I canât say ⥠But I know now She wouldnât reject us Our feelings She feels something too
The date and time lines up with this morning. The morning after he made love to you.
He didnât tell them. He kept your secret.
âOur feelingsâ? What does he mean? Him, Jimin, Taehyung⌠Seokjin? Do they allâŚ?
Your head spins, the hollowness of your heart filling with a rush of jumbled emotions, like a tide crashing in. All your numbness is washed out with light, just a pinprick at first, that grows rapidly into a ray of warmth as you consider what all this could mean. The chasm starts to narrow, and you get the urge to jump ship, to turn back and figure this shit out. To know once and for all what they want from you. What you mean to them.
But how can you trust this isnât a trap? How can you be sure?
The answer is as simple as they come.
You canât.
You canât be absolutely certain that their intentions are pure⌠that this is the right thing to do⌠that you wonât be hurt again.
But maybe... trust isnât about being infallible. Being right. Being sure.
Maybe itâs built on what ifs. On trying again, even with no guarantees.
Guarantees are only as good as their word, and talk is cheap. Lies are easy. Your Opticon had a 100% guarantee, and look where that got you.
But you remember the way Hoseok held you that night, and made love to you like youâve never felt in your life... When Jimin kissed his way down your body, with only the best of intentions. Namjoonâs strong arms embracing you when you felt powerless. Yoongiâs hand never leaving yours, even while you waited in the hospital. Jungkook carrying you home after you fainted, breaking your door to make sure you were safe in bed. The look in Taehyungâs eyes when he finally kissed you, breaking the ice youâd been growing around your heart.
How Seokjin let you go.
Maybe...
You get up with a start, rush to the front of the bus, and hastily ask the driver to let you off, much to the old manâs disgruntlement, but the moment the doors whoosh open, you take off at a run.
You want to go home.
You want to try again.
No matter how much you try to bury it, to forget the way they make you feel, you care about them. All of them. On a much deeper level than that of a PhysCom and client. And it scares you.
But youâre done running from fear. From uncertainty.
Now youâre running towards it willingly, as you give chase down the torrential streets, searching for that familiar hooded figure and hoping youâre not too late. Youâre embracing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty, the paranoia... letting their shadowy claws sink into you until they canât hurt you anymore. Until they fade away, cowering under the glow of your determination.
Youâre setting some new rules for yourself, no longer letting fear control your thoughts and actions, barring you from any chance of happiness.
You see Seokjin in the distance, trudging home through the pouring rain. You run faster.
Youâre fucking terrified. But youâve never felt so free in your life.
âJin!â You shout to get his attention, still a block away. He turns around, and shakes his head, seemingly confused, but a smile starts to appear. You smile too.
Finally, you catch up to him, and without warning, you throw your arms around his shoulders. Damn, heâs always taller than you remember.
He laughs, shocked by your change of heart. âWhat are you doing?â
âI want to hear you say it.â You reply, looking up at him as rain dashes down your face. You donât know when you started crying, but youâre grateful to the weather for masking your tears.
âSay what?â He asks, his hands resting on your waist to support you. Thunder rumbles in the distance, rain sliding down his perfect face.
âHow you feel about me.â You reply, studying his eyes. âBe honest.â
He seems to sense the gravity in your words. He holds you closer. His eyes soften.
âI think Iâve fallen in love with you.â
For the first time since all of this started, you sense no deception in his words, no double meaning, no hidden agenda.
Because you arenât searching for reasons to doubt this time.
Youâre searching for reasons to trust, and you find them.
You want to kiss him. So you do.
#bts#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts x reader smut#bts x reader#bts fanfiction#bts ot7#bts ot7 smut#bts smut fic#bts fic rec#yoongi x reader#namjoon x reader#seokjin x reader#thank you all for waiting ;w;
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bleeding for you | jjk
genre;Â angst, fluff
pairing; EMT!jungkook x female reader
â summary; In which itâs just another quiet night at the fire station until thereâs an alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.
word count;Â 3,367
based on a request by anon; It's a Jungkook au, where he's a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he'd slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.
warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkookâs crying a whole lot, iâm sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew
a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and letâs be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Greyâs Anatomy because those are the only shows Iâve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!
ps. itâs heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe
The clock ticks on the wall and there are sounds of cars passing by once in a while outside on the street. Jungkook is staring silently at the TV in the staff room, his eyes focused on the ball that moves around between the football players. Heâs bored, sighing deeply to himself as he drops his head back against the back of the couch heâs currently slouching on. Namjoon, Jungkookâs partner, plops down beside him, a sandwich on a plate for him to eat for dinner. He looks happily at his sandwich, more than excited to bite into it and finally getting a chance to continue reading his book for once.
Jungkook hates quiet nights at the firestation. He despises them. It makes him think of all the other things he could be doing instead â an example being at home, in bed with you; his fiancĂŠ. A title you recently had gained after Jungkook finally got the courage to get down on one knee for you, asking you to be his for the rest of his life. Just the thought of the happiness he felt that night made butterflies erupt in his stomach, suddenly daydreaming about your smile and the way you always manage to make him feel like heâs floating on a pink cloud. Heâs totally whipped, but only for you.
His daydream is quickly interrupted by the sound of Namjoon chewing his sandwich loudly, making Jungkook glare at him with disgust. Namjoon, the charming person that he is, looks back at Jungkook in confusion.
âWhat?â Namjoon blurts with his mouth filled with a bite of his disgusting sandwich. Jungkook shakes his head at him, turning back to the boring game thatâs unfolding on the TV. He really hates quiet nights.Â
After half an hour and still nothing, Jungkook groans and gets up from the couch to wander around, causing Namjoon to look at him again with tired eyes. âWhatâs going on, Jeon?â He asks, flipping a page in his psychology novel.
âNothingâs going on,â Jungkook grumbles, tired of just sitting around, âabsolutely nothing.âÂ
Namjoon is about to tell Jungkook to sit down and relax for once but the alarm beats him to it, sounding loudly throughout the entire fire station. âSquad 3, truck 81 and 82, ambo 65, 78 and 32 â bigger car crash on the 5th highway, multiple victims,â Taehyung from the alarm center's voice booms throughout the fire stationâs rooms. Jungkookâs eyes widen and so do Namjoonâs. Theyâre quick to move, book, sandwich and football match long forgotten as they run to their unit. Jungkook jumps in the driverâs seat, buckling up faster than ever. His partner is fast to join him and buckling up as Jungkook speeds out of the garage at the fire station and onto the road. Jungkookâs focused, eyebrow knitted together in concentration and the urge to do what he does the best â save some lives.
The highway is chaotic once Jungkook and Namjoon arrive as the first ones at the scene, multiple cars lying around â on the hood, on the side and some crushed to the point of where itâs not even a car anymore. It looks worse than anything they have ever experienced and itâs slightly terrifying but theyâre headstrong as they grab their medical bags and run off to a random car each. Squad 3 and the firetrucks pull up not long after Jungkook and Namjoonâs arrival, all of them getting out quickly and getting to work, trying to see if they can save all victims or just the majority of them.
The first car Jungkook reaches is empty, the driver of it luckily managed to get himself out before any sort of rescue arrived. He seems fine, his car almost not even scratched. âSir, are you alright?â Jungkook asks, doing his job in making sure the man is alright before continuing to another car. The man nods, waving a hand at Jungkook.
âPlease go see some of the others, Iâm fine!â He almost sobs, clearly traumatized by the car accident.
Jungkook nods at that, giving him one last look all over before heading on to the next car. He looks around in his haste to get to the next one, stopping abruptly in his tracks as he spots a familiar looking car. It canât be, he thinks to himself as he turns to look at the car properly. His chest tightens at the thought, feeling himself hastily moving closer to the car as tears begin to form in his eyes. It doesnât occur to him until a hand dangling from the window catches his attention as he gets closer, the diamond ring confirming his worst fear.
âNo, no, no!â Jungkook shouts in a mix of terror, anger and his heart breaking into a million pieces, tears already falling from his eyes as he runs up to the car, his hands trembling. Pain shoots through him at the sight of you, body limp and unconscious, face battered in bruises and wounds and thereâs blood on your beautiful, white shirt and he prays to God that isnât yours but who is he even trying to fool? Of course, itâs yours. âNo, please, no!â
From the other side of the highway, Namjoon spots Jungkook scrambling towards the car that he, too, finds awfully familiar. His eyes widen at the sight as realisation hits him.Â
âShit!â He hisses, making sure the victim heâs treating is okay before running towards Jungkook, heart beating a hundred miles per hour. All he can think about is getting his partner away from the car which is lying on its side. âKook!â
Namjoon has to pull harder than he expected as he reaches Jungkook. He isnât willing to let go of the car, hands reaching for your unconscious body that is still, thankfully, buckled up in the driverâs seat. You hear nothing of Jungkookâs cries as heâs pulled away by his partner and best friend. â____! Baby, please wake up, please!â
The sight in front of them is nothing but a real life nightmare, the scene only a fear of Jungkookâs until tonight. Namjoon has no idea how to calm his partner down as he pulls him away. His heart is breaking at the sound of Jungkookâs sobs, his chest heaving for air as he looks at the broken car, which was nicely parked in the parking lot of his and yours apartment building when he left for work this morning. He watches it being pulled apart to reach you, the EMTs of Ambo 78 tending to your wounds and body, trying their best to support you until they get you to the hospital.
They lift you into the ambulance, Jungkookâs body working automatically as he tries to jump into the back of the ambulance and ride with you to make sure that theyâre taking care of you the right way. This isnât just another victim, itâs you, Jeon Jungkookâs fiancĂŠ. Namjoon holds him back, using all his strength because a sad, terrified Jungkook is stronger than he ever couldâve imagined.
âHyung, please, I need to go with her!â Jungkook cries, glancing quickly at the man holding him back, before looking back at the ambulance youâre now in. They close the doors, hurriedly getting in the front and speed off. âFor fuckâs sake, Namjoon, let me go!â
Namjoon shakes his head, âI need you to calm down first, Kook. Youâre not thinking clearly.â
Jungkook thinks thatâs the biggest load of bullshit heâs ever heard. He whirls around, not in the mood for his best friendâs psychology shit. âI swear, I will punch you,â he sneers, eyes watery and cheeks stricken with tears. Namjoon stares back at him, lips in a tight line and eyes wide because he has never seen Jungkook so out of it before. âHow am I supposed to calm down when my fucking fiancĂŠ is a victim of one of the biggest car crashes weâve ever witnessed, huh? Sheâs hurt and unconscious in the back of one of OUR ambulances right now, Joon. Donât fucking tell me to calm down.â
Despite his harsh words, Namjoon feels sorry for Jungkook. He nods, putting his hands up in surrender. Jungkook breathes out, chest heavy with a feeling he canât quite describe. He just knows that he doesnât want to waste another second here, the only place he wants to be is by your side until you wake up and tell him youâre okay.
âAt least let me drive you to the hospital?â Namjoon offers, voice hesitant and cautious as he gestures to their ambulance.Â
Jungkook sniffs, nodding, âplease.â
The ride to the hospital is quiet, tense too. Jungkook is staring straight ahead and not moving, just letting the tears in his eyes fall until he has none left. Heâs pretty sure the drive to the hospital usually isn't this long. He feels like heâs been on this ride with Namjoon for hours when really, it has only been at least 15 minutes. 15 minutes too long, he thinks to himself. He couldâve been with you right now, holding your hand while you get sutured up and stitched back to perfection â at least what Jungkook thinks is perfection. However, youâd never agree on that.
Namjoon doesnât get to say anything before Jungkookâs out of the passenger seat of the ambulance, his body moving almost before Namjoon had parked it. He doesnât notice anything around him, heading straight for the front desk to ask about your status. The nurse there looks at him with a face that says sheâs sorry without even saying the words. Jungkook doesnât need those words, thereâs nothing to be sorry for. People only say theyâre sorry when something really bad happens, and as far as Jungkook knows, youâre still alive. You have to be. He hasnât married you yet.
âMy fiancĂŠ was brought here not long ago, her name is ____,â Jungkook hurriedly asks, the nurse working quickly to type into her computer. Jungkook taps his foot against the floor in impatience.
âSheâs in surgery at the moment,â the nurse says softly, watching as Jungkookâs breath hitches in his throat at the news. Namjoon comes up beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. âThe doctors will find you once theyâre done.â
Namjoon nods in appreciation to the nurse, Jungkook stares at nothing in particular, scared heâll break down in the middle of the entrance of the hospital he so often visits because of his job. âWeâll wait over there,â he tells the nurse, tugging Jungkook along. âLetâs go, Kook.â
Jungkook follows along, sitting down in a seat with Namjoon beside him. He feels like he should be calling his family and yours, yet he canât think straight and his head is empty for words right now. The only thing on his mind is you and the fact that youâre at risk of dying. He has no idea how serious your injuries are but theyâre serious enough to land you on the surgery table. His breathing is short, eyes staring at the floor and ears focusing on the sound of the opening and closing of the doors to the surgery halls. He feels alone even though Namjoon is sitting right beside him, he feels helpless, he feels like heâs been left in the dark. He knows nothing about whatâs happening to you and itâs driving him absolutely crazy. The thought of losing you brings a new round of tears to his eyes, lips trembling as he fights to keep his sobs inside and not break down in the middle of other people. Itâs like Namjoon senses as he gets up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He moves a bit away from Jungkook, speed dialling the only person he knows will be able to comfort his best friend in the slightest.Â
Jungkookâs wandering the waiting area, hands tightly intertwined in front of his lips and eyes closed as he walks back and forth in front of Namjoon. It has been at least three hours and his nerves arenât exactly becoming less the longer it takes for the surgeons to give him some kind of news â any kind would be appreciated by now. He stills as a hand comes to rest against his back, gentle touch that can only belong to one person on this planet. He turns around to face her, her eyes softening at the sight of his red eyes and wet eyelashes.
âMom,â he croaks out, a sob raking through his body as he crumbles into her embrace.
âOh, sweetheart,â she coos, wrapping her arms around his tall frame, hugging her sweet, heartbroken son to her chest in the hopes of comforting him just the tiniest bit. They stay like that for a few minutes until Jungkookâs mother breaks the embrace, holding him at arm's length. âIâm sure she will be fine, Jungkook. Sheâs a strong woman.â
He sniffles, feeling slightly better at his motherâs words. He offers a small, the tiniest, smile. She smiles softly and comfortingly at him, reaching up to wipe his tears away. âYou have to be strong too, sweetheart. She needs you to be strong for her.â
Jungkook nods and whispers lowly: âI know, mom.â
âMr. Jeon?â A voice calls. Jungkook, his mother, and Namjoon whips around to face the doctor who called Jungkookâs name. âMiss ____ is out of surgery. We were able to fix her injuries and she is up for recovery now.â
Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight disappearing from his shoulders. The doctor offers him a warm smile. âShe will be in the ICU for at least a couple of days until we see some progress. You can go see her, she is in room 248.â
âThank you so much,â Jungkook says with the utmost gratitude and a smile as he shakes the doctorâs hand before grabbing his things and heading in the direction of the ICU.Â
He finds the room without any problems, pausing just outside of the door. His mother and Namjoon both stand behind him, watching him in silence. Theyâre not pushing him, letting him do this on his own, letting him prepare for whatever heâs about to meet behind this door. He inhales and holds his breath before pushing the door open and heading inside. The sound of the monitor beeping is the first thing that meets him, what meets him next causes him to gasp softly in horror. This must be what it feels like to live out your nightmare and biggest fears, he thinks to himself as he moves closer to your body thatâs lying unconsciously on the bed. It seems his tears are never-ending today as he pulls a seat to the side of the bed, sitting down with his eyes trained on you.
He looks you over, wincing lightly at the sight of tubes and IVs attached to you. There are scratches and wounds on your body, your skin beaten up from the harsh car crash you so unluckily ended up in earlier. Heâs hesitant as he reaches for your hand, being more than careful as he intertwines his hand with yours. You donât squeeze his hand like you always do and it makes him realize that you are in fact unconscious and probably not aware of the entire situation right now.
Jungkook scans your face, lips trembling and fingers shaking as he reaches up to move your hair out of your face. Thereâs scratches on your pretty face too, a big patch on the right side of your forehead where they stitched you up. Heâs hurting, not quite as much as you, as he looks at you. Youâre still gorgeous, even like this.Â
âI love you so much, ____,â Jungkook whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your ring-clad hand. âPlease be okay.â
Days have passed since the accident, and you still havenât opened your eyes. Jungkook is becoming impatient, sitting here and waiting is killing him slowly. His mother had left in the morning after being with him throughout the first night. Jungkook had called your family while his mother held his hand. He will never forget the way a sob raked through your motherâs body as he told her what had happened. They were here now; your mother, your father and your brother, Yoongi. Your parents sit on either side of you, Jungkookâs resting against the wall at the end of the bed, Yoongi sitting in the chair beside him. The silence is almost unbearable but no one dares speaking, afraid of nothing in particular â perhaps the chances of you crashing right in front of all of them.
Jungkookâs done crying. He doesnât think he has any tears left in him, only this heavy feeling of regret even though he has nothing to regret. No matter what, he couldnât have stopped this from happening. Why you were out driving that late is still a mystery to him, but heâs not sure he wants to know. He has a feeling it will tear him apart knowing the reason.
Your dad jerks up from his resting posture causing everyone to widen their eyes at him. âS-she squeezed my hand,â he almost whispers. Jungkookâs breathing quickens, eyes staring at your closed ones. He waits, anticipating the worst. Your eyes flutter, a small crease forming in your forehead as you try to adjust to the lights in the room. He sighs in relief for what feels like the hundredth time, feeling the tears coming back. Okay, he isnât quite done yet.
âJungkook?!â You croak out, trying to sit up. Jungkook feels his heart breaking at the tone in your voice. You sound confused, slightly shaken up and sad. Heâs quick to be at your side, taking over from your father. His hand grabs yours, fingers intertwining automatically. âKook,â you whimper, clearly not fully awake from your deep days long slumber.
âIâm here, babyâ he softly calls, searching your eyes with his own, âIâm right here.â
You look at him, eyes locking and you feel yourself calm down already. Jungkook notices the unshed tears in your hazy eyes. âWhere am I?â You ask, voice small.
âThe hospital,â he explains, keeping his voice low and soft for you as you just woke up from a long, long nap. âYou were in an accident, ____. Do you remember what happened?â
You shake your head, wincing at the movement. Your entire body is sore, hurting everywhere and you want to cry. You just want to cry and hug Jungkook tightly because thatâs the only place you feel safe and happy, in his arms.Â
âHow long?â You speak a bit louder now, still not registering your entire family standing around the two of you. Youâre in your own little world, your focus only aimed at the curly-haired man in front of you. Your mom is watching you closely, letting a small tear slip down her cheek as she takes in the moment of you and Jungkook. Your father is right beside her, rubbing her arms in comfort. Yoongi is watching too, smiling to himself because he doesnât think his younger sister couldâve found anyone more fit for her than Jeon Jungkook.
âOnly a few days,â Jungkook answers, bringing your intertwined hands to his chest. His heart is beating hard and fast causing you to gasp. He smiles at you as you look up at him, eyes wide.
You move to press your other hand to his chest, resting it above his heart. âAre you okay?â
Jungkook canât help but chuckle. Even when youâre the one hurting, you ask him if heâs okay just because his heart is beating a bit faster than it usually does. He nods, smiling softly at you, eyes twinkling with fresh tears once again.Â
âIâm fine,â he whispers, leaning closer to press his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. âJust really relieved.â
You smile at his words, only imagining how worried he mustâve been the past few days if youâve been in this bed and unconscious. âI love you, Kook.â
Jungkook chokes out a laugh, âI love you too baby, more than anything.â
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SATIVA
iwaizumi hajime x f!reader
w/c:Â 1.5k
warnings: 18+/minors dni/smut, cockwarming, (legal) drug use, characters are 22 in this, features college iwa bc furudate did not give us enough of him and various characters that i chose are also going to uci post time skip
a/n: its gemini szn yall which means its the season of my favorite pussy pounder and my bestie @aiiwa (hbd my love â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸) anyways this is my first hq piece so i hope yâall enjoy. much luv to my beta readers @asahiswrld & @smoochiesdiarie, and yes, this was inspired by sativa by jhene aiko
Even after twenty-two trips around the sun, itâs safe to say that Iwaizumi Hajime is not a party person. Heâs the designated driver, the one you can depend on. His routine is to nurse a beer or two to stay lucid for some pong games, his usual bedtime being pushed back when he helps cart all his friends back to their respective dorms after a night of hitting shots. Heâs been getting away with this since freshman year, nobody challenging the presence of the designated dad friend.
Too bad the jig was finally up when the party was about him.
Itâs his turn in the spotlight, and heâs never felt more out of place. Heâs smiling sheepishly as he stands in front of the cactus shaped cake; Mattsun said itâs because of his hair, but he has a feeling its a thinly veiled dick joke. His cheeks are growing redder as the crowd continues to sing Happy Birthday off key, Tanaka smacking him on the back at the end of each lyric. He loves and appreciates everyone here, he really does, but he knows that June 10th was the perfect occasion for his friends to throw a rager at Ushijimaâs beach house that they would enjoy more than him.
And when he finally blows those candles out, the spotlight shifts again â the quick round of celebratory cheers dying out to the sounds of Saeko goading Akiteru into letting her take a body shot and Makki drunkenly duetting Terushima to Dick by Starboi3 on the patio. In the midst of all this chaos, he finds his lifeline â you â making your way to the middle of the middle of the room to with a tightly rolled blunt between your manicured fingers.
âNice hat,â you giggle, flicking the brim of the feathered cowboy hat resting on his dark locks.
âOh, thank you,â he smiles back. âShittykawaâs always saying that pink was my color. Enjoying the party so far?â
âOh yeah. Who wouldnât have fun seeing the stoic Iwaizumi Hajime get a little shy?â
His cheeks tint once again, and you canât help but notice that Oikawa really did have a point about pink being his color. âI hope thatâs not all youâre here for. Shy Hajime is clocking out for the night pretty soon.â
âBoooo, I had a birthday present and everything for him too,â you pout, waving the blunt in front of his face. âI guess I can share it with the regular old Hajime if he wants.â
âHe might be down for that.â
âThen do you want to get out of here? People wonât mind if I steal the birthday boy away, would they?â
Iwaizumi cracks a smile in response. âI doubt theyâll even notice.â
Sure enough, the both of you slip through the french doors with ease, giggling as you pad through the sand to head over to his car. At first glance, nobody would have ever expected that straight-laced Iwaizumi Hajime would be the type to mess around with the devilâs lettuce. You certainly hadnât, as you were originally smoking buddies with Makki and Mattsun, a bond created to unwind after the brutality of organic chemistry exams. Iwaizumi was just the third roommate, the one who grunted a hello as he headed to the gym while the three of you indulged in your munchies on the couch. All that changed when you had walked in on him taking a hit from the three foot beaker bong they had set up in the living room â clouds gathering in the glass in between his toned thighs. Heâd greeted you with a lazy smile and waved you over to the couch to join him, offering the tube to you. It was the first time you had seen him without a furrowed brow, the first time seeing him without the stress of the world he always seemed to carry on his shoulders. In that moment, you felt like you were meeting him all over again, finally introduced to who Iwaizumi Hajime was when he relaxed.
Whenever you smoked with Makki and Mattsun, there was always something that went awry, like Mattsun attempting to order twelve pizzas with a Seth Rogen impersonation or Makki having the urge to unscrew all the doorknobs in the apartment. But with Iwaizumi, it was different. It was peaceful, the comfortable silence you two shared occasionally broken by a giggle and a dumb observation. Makki and Mattsun had noticed the dynamic you two had was different when you smoked, and more often than not they had been slipping out of the apartment to leave you two alone before pantomiming a lewd gesture before making their way out the door. But that envelope had never been pushed, and you were okay with that, but that pit at the bottom of your stomach was starting to grow more at the thought of just being solely a smoking buddy to him.
You finally reach Iwaizumiâs Camry for him to open the passenger side door for you before rounding toward the driverâs seat. He ends up with his chest nearly crashing into the wheel with how far the seat is pushed up, earning a laugh from you as he sheepishly explains how heâs been borrowing his auntâs car for the time being and hasnât been able to get the seat unstuck. You decide to forgo the height joke that had been sitting on your tongue, itâs his birthday after all, and lean over the console to hand him the lit blunt. You watch as he brings it to his mouth and takes a deep inhale, the striped button down shirt rising as his lungs expand, and eventually, the smoke curls past his pursed lips in a slow exhale, and itâs a miracle that he doesnât see you practically drooling at the sight as he passes the blunt back to you. This routine continues for a while, the inside of the car growing foggier with every hit you take as your playlist goes on softly in the background. The both of you are laughing as you try to mimic the beat drops with your hands, fingers brushing past each other occasionally starting a fire that licks down your veins.
âOh,â he remarks, looking at the shrinking blunt between his fingers. âWeâre almost out.â
âWell, the last hit should go to you, consider it a gift,â you say.
âWhy donât we share?â
âShare?â The word feels heavy in your mouth, the drugs clouding what he could possibly be alluding to.
âYeah, share. Look at me,â Iwaizumi rests both elbows on the console, face hovering inches away from yours as he begins to exhale the smoke in your face.
âIwa,â you giggle, batting the clouds away, âI think we need to be a little closer to pull that off.â You pluck the blunt from his fingers and inhale, leaning in to where your noses brush past each other and breathe into his mouth. âDid that work?â Your heart is trying to work itâs way out of your chest with how hard itâs beating.
âNo,â he admits, âCan we get closer?â
âPlease.â The word all but rushes out of you.
He puts a hand on your jaw to tilt your face, lips slotting against yours as he pulls you into a kiss. Heâs stroking his thumb gently against your cheek, and in that moment, you wonder how you arenât just melting into the seat, melting into him. He pulls away briefly, whispering, âI forgot the smoke that time.â
âI didnât mind it,â you smile back. Iwaizumi moves back to lean in the driver's seat, gripping the handle and pushing it back with a loud shove. Then heâs helping you out of the passenger side, the large hands on your waist guiding you as your knees bracket his thighs. His mouth finds his way back to yours, and you grind back down against his growing bulge as his hands move underneath your skirt to give your ass a tight squeeze. He groans against your lips when he starts to feel how wet you are against his jeans, and you can feel the timbre of his voice radiating in your bones, causing you to whimper in response. His fingers start playing with the waistband of your underwear, waiting for you to give the word before he takes things any further.
âHajime, please,â you beg, âI need you.â Thatâs all it takes to make the lace snap swiftly beneath his grip, tossing your ruined panties to the side before shoving his jeans and boxers down his thighs. You both moan at how his shaft is pressed against your cunt, heâs so close to you, so impossibly close, but itâs still not enough. Heâs moving your hips across his length to coat himself in your slick, helping you rise on your knees so he can line himself up with your entrance. His fingers rub soft circles against your clit as you sink yourself down on him, murmuring about just how well you are taking him. Heâs filling you up better than you could have ever imagined, and you let out the breath you didnât even know you were holding when youâve finally taken him to the hilt. He picks up the forgotten blunt, inhaling sharply before exhaling once again into your parted and waiting lips.
âThink we finally got close enough?â he asks. The way he looks back at you expectantly makes you realize how heâs been waiting for this to happen just as long as you have, making you break out in a dopey grin before you respond.
âYeah, I think this is the perfect distance.â
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So I have this little headcanon (well,,,, not really a headcanon but more of a nice-to-think-about headcanon because it would never happen but itâs- like the title- nice to think about so im sharing it here) in which theyâre all going to the beach in this sorta mini-van that bruce rented. And take in mind that this is the wayne family, but at the same time most people that wear a bat on their chest,,,, so they had to whack some things up.
BUT ANYWAYS, it was Bruceâs dumbass idea to buy a van and call it a road-trip, and honestly? no one was ready. That usually happens with big families, even with one that has most kids over 18. And how everyone was on board with the idea doesnât matter because this is my headcanon and they are all now squished in a minivan and there are bags in the back and towels in the seats and thereâs a cooler on top because it didnât fit.Â
and just for reference the van was like SMALL. it was sort of like the school buses but way smaller, so theyâre like buses in which there are three seats in front, driver, and then like two others (the middle one doesnât really count because thatâs where you put waterbottles and stuff). Thereâs a sort of space in the back, where you usually put the backpacks (these are like elementary school buses and every single kid has those backpacks with wheels and itâs a pain in the ass-) and then there is another set of four seats (thatâs more like a sofa but no armrest- god please have patience there is literally not a single image on google im trying to be specific- and those are facing the back of the bus (so the backrest (?) is facing the place with the bags).
THEN we have another seat thatâs close to this one but facing the opposite way but itâs only THREE seats so thereâs a space for the next row of three seats and then thereâs the back one thatâs four again.
In conclusion, you can fit 18-ish people, driver counted.Â
and continuing with my story, itâs Bruce driving, Alfred as shotgun, a water-bottle or two in the middle, the bags in their respective places... and then...Â
disaster.Â
Babs is the only one sitting in the four-seat closer to the bags, harper is in the three-seat, Dick is there as well.Â
and then thereâs the rest. Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, Tim, Damian, theyâre all screaming in the back and theyâre throwing towels around and thereâs an âOW! THAT WAS MY HAIR YOU DICKHEAD!â and a âTHATâS MINE!â and so many other things because. the back of the bus, itâs cURSED. And Bruce is just driving with a strained smile because he wants so badly to turn around and throw a waterbottle at each of their heads to get them to shut up (of course, it wouldnât work because not even god can calm down the back of the bus)
Tim and Jason somehow get into this argument of how tim âhas no friendsâ and Tim shoots back that in fact he DOES, that heâs calling them right this instant. And bruce doesnât even have a chance to yell at them, because now thereâs a speedster and a cloned kryptonian right beside the moving minivan and Bruce is lowkey freaking out because none of them (the ones in the van and the ones out) are wearing their superhero costumes, and then Tim is just with his hands pressed on the window and heâs like practically banging the glass and waving and they canât hear him but heâs like âHEY! HEY HYE HEY YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!â and then dick is just telling them to cut it out and slow down because you know, identities, and Steph is like HOLY SHIT THEY DID MAKE IT and Damian is just sitting upside down with his legs in the backrest off the seat and Duke is in the same position, making fun of Damian because his feet donât reach.Â
Kon and Bart seem to get the hint because they slow down, but not before bart has literally jumped towards the MOVING VAN and vibrated through (iâm like 99% sure he is able to do that so-) and then he literally landed on Tim (tim actually softened his fall, because Timâs back literally made a ~crack~ sound by hitting somebodyâs knee) and stood up real quick and then started waving and laughing at kon, who was now running normal-speed beside the van.Â
And then bruce went FASTER and kon was like WHAT THE HECK OLD MAN and he canât use his powers so heâs literally running behind the van and bart is laughing his ass off and then tim is like âBRUCE STOP THE VAN!â and then Bart is already calling cassie and telling her what happened and you can hear cassie laughing from over the phone and then Tim is just yelling at bruce in the background. Bruce eventually DOES stop, and Tim opens the door for him and Kon crawls in and Bartâs still laughing, and heâs practically leaning onto Dick and Harper, and theyâre squished together and bartâs just laughing on the phone while Kon sits on the really far end of the opposite seat (practically on the door) so heâs the furthest from babs as possible because heâs actually terrified of her. Tim is just sorta awkward because he now realizes that he was a bit TOO excited to see kon, and then the back of the bus/van is staring at them and like what the hell and then Tim goes âwho doesnât have friends, huh?â, and Jason goes âpfftâ and he calls roy but heâs spending time with lian; he calls artemis and she goes, âbut wasnât this a family trip? what do you need me for?â, SO jaosn calls bizarro and then he barely answers the phone when bizarro goes âRED HER SAID NO. BYEâ so Jason slumps and itâs quiet for a second when steph goes âis that GUM IN MY HAIRâ. And then jason laughs and its chaos all over again. (i might make a âthings that were heard from the back of the road trip bus post bc i have so many ideas oh my god)
and then they are at the beach, the bus barely stops and thereâs a few bags thrown out the window, and people yelling at Kon to open the door, and Kon not being able to work under pressure so tim opens it and everyoneâs pushing each other and Steph has an uneven strand of hair, because Damian went to âextreme measuresâ and cut it so now stephâs hair is uneven and they were going to keep cutting it âto make it evenâ but then Alfred was like âyouâre all going to clean the van afterwards so think carefullyâ and then nobody did anything and thereâs literally a ziploc bag with stephâs strand of hair (damian didnât even cut to where the gum was, he cut even FURTHER but yes, the gum is in the bag).Â
As I was saying, they get out of the van, and the bags are out and Bruce has NO IDEA what to do. none. Itâs alfred that rents a tent and then Damianâs chasing duke into a random restaurantâs changeroom and showers and then cass is dragging harper thatâs dragging steph thatâs dragging jason and tim is getting the bags with Kon and bart and bart realizes that he doesnât have a swimsuit and then he stops walking and Kon seems to realize too and itâs like OH MAN and they canât run back (because no powers, rule set by bruce when two super-powered bros came in the bus) and Theyâ recarrying the bags to this tent (do you guys know what im talking about? i feel like weâre imagining completely different things- itâs this but much more people and thereâs a bunch of people selling stuff like sunglasses and doign hair, piercings, tattoos even - for the tattoos thing itâs just promo for an actual shop they donât tattoo you in the actual beach - ) and Itâs literally Kon, tim and bart carrying the bags (which they CAN carry between the three, itâs not like they packed up half the manor) and then a minute later or so Steph is sprinting towards Tim and sheâs yelling something Tim canât understand and then Steph points at her bag (that timâs carrying) and she screams something like âSAND! HOT!â and then sheâs like high-knee-ing/sprinting even faster and Cass is just walking barefoot in the sand, super calm, but sheâs got Harper on her back. Damian and Duke are racing towards the shadow (because the sand is cooler there), and next thing you know Jasonâs aready in the tent with a coconut.Â
And if you havenât thougth about how the Batfam would be in the beach then let me tell you, you donât have enough spare time because i know for a FAT FACT that:Â
It was Jason that insisted on Bruce buying sand toys (a whole bag, i swear)
Damian tried coconut water, didnât like it all that much (altho he loves the inside- idk what itâs called but itâs edible i swear)
Bruce put on an excessive amount of sunscreen
Duke has swimming trunks with the robin logo just to piss damian off (also Damian has matching ones but with the batman one)
Steph, Cass and Harper rented a banana boat (hereâs a picture)Â and they dragged Jason and Tim along, just to toss them off in the endÂ
Jason 1000% got stung by a jellyfishÂ
Bruce bought like seven friendship bracelets from this guy that made them because they looked deadass coolÂ
They played beach volleyball and let me tell you Damian can throw a really mean overhand serve (actually, i donât think you THROW a serve, but like,,, serve one-)
dick got buried in the sand, courtesy of Jason
bart was pissy because he couldnât go in the water, so he and Kon sprinted with normal speed (they both had water-proof anklets that sucked their powers, so it was REALLYÂ a no-powers vacation, courtesy of Bruce, again.)
the only ones in stock were neon, and they settled real quick so now theyre sprinting back and cardying a bag of keychains they thought looked rad as hell and now tim caught up to them and all three are practically skipping towards the water
,,,,they forgot to put sunscreen on.... all of them,,, they forgot....
tim made a sand castle
in teams of two (kon/bart, tim/cass, duke/harper, steph/jason, dick/damian) got on each other shoulders and basically spent five minutes trying to see who would be the last team standing, splashing water everywhere and stuff
first team to go down was Dick and damian, because steph pushed damian and by trying to keep himself on Dick's shoulders, damian accidentally poked dick's eye (sort of CLAWED in so you know what i mean).
second team to go down was steph and jason, because damian doesnt play fair and so he swam down and literally just scratched Jason's ankle, knowing damn well that the jellyfish sting was there. Jaosn shrieked and steph lost her balance. so much for vigilantes at night with stealth and talent, huh.
third team to go down was tim and bart because kon insisted on being on bartâs shoulders and thatâs easy peasy because i mean, bartâs not WEAK, but heâs not TALL either and itâs not like Kon weighs a feather and theyâre on the deeper side,,,,, you can imagine the rest
Now thereâs two teams, and they call it a tie because otherwise someoneâs gonna end up injured (altho tim likes to say that he and cass won)
Thereâs music playing in the background, with really vulgar lyrics that alfred disapproves of, but you know. Itâs not his beach.Â
THIS IS REALLY JUST A SCREAM POST SORRY ITâS NOT WHAT YOU GUYS SIGNED UP FOR BUT TAGLIST ANYWAYS: @red-hood-redemption @screennamealreadyused @bikoncon @catxsnow @thesporklecat @thesesickfics-justmakemesick @hauntingsonofrobin anddd i think i forgot someone sorryÂ
#i would actually sacrifice any of you to go to the beach right now#damian wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#duke thomas#cassandra cain#bruce wayne#stephanie brown#harper row#Alfred Pennyworth#barbara gordon#conner kent#bart allen#batfamily#batfamily headcanons#jason todd x reader#timkon#young justice#batman#nightwing#batgirl
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hi!! i rly liked your first writing it was so cute and you described jisung so well too! can i request a friends to lovers with han? kinda slow burn like they're really good friends but jisung gets jealous of her close friend and reader secretly likes him too but she doesnt wanna ruin the things between them so... one day they get into a fight and they end up making outđł bc shes like "wtf we're friends" smut is ok but just a make out would be fine too the details r up to uđ
why yes you can! Thank you for requesting hehe you are my first ask ever  ⥠I hope that you like it, hereâs some best friend âsungie for ya :) Â
all yours | reader x jisung |
Paring: self-insert, female reader x han jisung
Genre: fluff ân a lil bit of smut & angst Â
Tags: student!reader, bestfriend!jisung, lab partner!felix (haha), friends to lovers, mutual pining, best friend au, college au, jealousy, slow-ish burn, mentions of exams, some yelling, reader is secretly whipped for jisung (and jisung for the reader), explicit language, marking, that good good makinâ out
Word count: 2.4k
âHey!â
The little ball of paper that you had crinkled up bounced off Jisungâs arm with a soft pat.
âWhat happened to studying together? You said that you were gonna quiz me.â
Jisungâs eyes popped up from his phone screen looking a little bewildered. âSorry, I just...got a little distracted.
âDistracted? Looking at what?â
âOh, nothing.â He placed his phone down, clicking it off.
âIs ânothingâ code for some girlâs Instagram?â You dished him out a teasing smirk. âI think you forget that I know you better than you know yourself sometimes.â
Jisung shuffled the papers in front of him pretending like he had something to do. âPsh. I was not.â
â--Does she go to school here?â
âI told you, I said no.â He furrowed his brow trying to look as serious as possible, but that was nearly impossible for someone as naturally adorable as him. âWhy are you drilling me? Arenât you supposed to be doing some work right now?â
â~So are you~â You teasingly sang back to him, giving him a kick under the table just for good measure.
Jisung threw your balled up paper ball back to you. âLetâs just get back to what we were doing so we can leave. I donât wanna end up like him.â
He nodded over to the end of your table where a student had fallen asleep mid-chapter. His nose twitched and he snorted a little bit. You knew exactly what Jisung meant, you didnât want to be at the library at 11pm on a Tuesday either; it was your better judgement that told you.
âCan we get food after this?â Jisung asked after approximately five minutes of âworking.â
âSounds good to me.â You quipped, barely allowing your eyes to leave your computer screen. You found that you always had to try you best to let him not distract you. He was really good at that.
You slid a stack of index cards in front of him. âAsk me these? Iâm having a hard time getting the Latin names down...if youâre not busy?â
âNope!â He piped, and shoved his notebook away.
âOkay!â He said with determination and a little bounce. He fixed his oversized hoodie before starting, looking adorably lost in the fabric.
He asked you the first question, but it barely met your ears. There you were, getting distracted by him again.
screw you Han Jisung, you thought to yourself.
âă*ăâă
âI just donât understand how you make sense of all that crap, I could never be a science major like you are.â
â--And I could never understand production like you do.â
âAnd this is why we work.â Jisung grinned with smiling eyes while he opened the library door for you. âIâm starving, I canât stop thinking about--â
â--Y/n??â A voice called from behind the two of you.
The two of you whipped your heads back to see a loveable looking blonde and freckled boy bounding to catch up with you. It was Felix, your lab partner from zoology. The two of you were nothing more than classroom friends, but his friendly kindness was always something that brightened up your terrible 9 am lab.
âFelix!â You beamed, holding the door so it wouldnât close on him. âAre you here studying for the exam as well?â
âOh yeah, I just...my brain couldnât take it any more,â He sarcastically mimed his head pains, âI just need to get some sleep now.â
âI just donât get how they expect us to know all of those phyla like its nothing.â
âI know right?â He chuckled.
Next to you, Jisung silently poked at the elevator button to go down.
âIs it alright if I head down with you guys?â
âOf course!â You motioned him in.
Once the doors had closed, the three of you found a different corner of the small box to plant yourselves in.
âshit-sorry, Felix, I didnât introduce you, this is Jisung.â
âHi!â Felix shone, and Jisung gave him a curt nod back.
Felix waved to two of you goodbye, leaving you in the nighttime snow. You noticed that as Felix walked away he had a little bounce to his step; and you couldnât help but crack a little smile.
âOur usual?â Jisung asked you with a little edge to his voice.
You linked your arm around his, letting out a little shrill sound when the fabric of your two coat sleeves met. âSounds good to me!â You nuzzled up into him while both of your bodiesâ heat intermingled.
The two of you walked on under the streetlights which illuminated the falling flakes in streams of light. You never loosened your grip, as had become your habit lately when the two of you walked around. Jisung never seemed to mind; the two of you had been mistaken for a couple more than enough times thanks to it. When it did happen, it didnât phase you at all. Being close to Jisung was like second nature to you.
The whole walk over Jisung never uttered a word, which was uncharacteristic of his usual boisterous self.
âIs everything okay?â
He sniffled, âYeah, I think I just got kinda tired out of nowhere.â
âAh.â You mouthed, and squeezed his arm a little harder.
After a momentâs silence, he somberly announced, âIf youâre in the same class as him, maybe you should study with him.â
âHuh.â You tsked. âYeah, I mean I never thought about that before...I guess that could do me some good.â
You looked slightly up to him: a product of him being slightly taller than you. His brown eyes remained stoic, and you couldnât figure out why. You hated it when he wouldnât tell you what was wrong, but he was also stubborn at letting up.
âBut thank you for helping me tonight! You know that I reeealy appreciate it.â You turned your tone as cutesy as you could--Jisung hated it, but you knew that it could bring a smile to his face.
His gaze softened a bit. âAnytime. Youâd do the same for me.â
âă*ăâă
Jisung rested his head on your shoulder on the bus ride home with his phone weakly held in his hand. One more bump in the road and you knew that it would go flying so you carefully took it into your own lap where it would be safe. You wouldnât dare moving an inch because you had a feeling that he had closed his eyes. Time had slipped past 1am, and you had to keep fighting yawns yourself. The bus driver had been blasting the heat, so it wasnât hard at all for you to feel cozy.
You glanced down at his open hand in his lap. It looked exactly like he was beckoning for you to scoop it up in your own. You wondered what what happen if you did. What would he think of it? Would he think anything of it? You had held hands before, but every time you had it had been under purely platonic pretenses. If you just grabbed it now, what would the pretenses be then? The two of you cozied up on a bus: that was something that couples did.
You shut your eyes closed tightly and tried your best to banish all the thoughts clouding your head.
Jisungâs hand twitched, looking even more inviting.
screw you Han Jisung.
âă*ăâă
[7:14pm]
jisung: you want to come over? Changbin is cooking and i donât wanna eat whatever heâs making alone
[7:31pm]
me: sorry, Iâm studying with Felix at the library, I think that we are gonna be here late. Itâs all the Latin, Iâm drowning in the Latin, Sung.
Iâm sorry.
see you Friday once Iâm out of this hell?
[7:34pm]
jisung: see you friday.
âă*ăâă
You pounded on the door to Jisungâs apartment with your phone in hand, the white screen showing you the number that you had worked so hard for.
âOpen the door!â You called giddily. âJisung! I know that youâre in here, we need to celebrate! ~I can treat youuu~â
Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open, revealing a wet haired Jisung in his grey sweats and tee. His brown strands of hair were scattered around his head while he rubbed at them with a towel.
âShit! Canât I shower?â He jested.
It took all your will power not to ogle him more. He looked devastatingly handsome, but you swallowed down how utterly flustered he had made you.
You cleared your throat, âUh...sorry...â then remembered your phone in your hand. âI got a 96! Can you believe it! Iâm even surprised too, when I was taking the test I just got so nervous...â
âAll that studying paid off huh?â He cockily rose an eyebrow. âYou can go ahead and thank me now, without my help...â He shrugged with a grin.
You invited yourself in and threw your bag down at the door like you usually did.
âThank youuuâ You sung. âOh! And studying with Felix really paid off too.â You took off your shoes, thinking of how nice it had been to finally study with someone who knew your class topics. Not that Jisung wasnât helpful, but you and Felix were on the same page. âHe knew it all way more than I did, so he was super helpful. I forgot to text him--â
Jisung closed the door behind you with a slam that made you jump. He moved away from you, not meeting your eyes. The air around the two of you suddenly became thick with something that did not feel as excited as you just were.
â...do you wanna maybe watch a movie?â You moved closer. âOr we could get some deliv--â
â--Why even bother coming over here?â Jisung suddenly huffed.
âWhat?â
Jisungâs words flew out of his mouth sharply, âIf he was so helpful? What are you doing here, huh?â
âJisung, I donât understand...â Your heartbeat quickened in your chest and you felt anxiety swell there as well. Jisung never spoke to you like this. He never sounded like this.
He growled out a little sound in frustration. âI-I just...canât believe you--â
â--Me? Jisung, what did I do?â You threw your arms up, genuinely confused.
He ran his fingertips over his temples and let out a deep exhale. âY/n, donât pretend like you donât know what youâre doing.â
Your temper started to become seething and you felt your ears get hot. âTell me Jisung. Tell me what I did. And while youâre at it, what has been up with you these past few days? Being short with me, and distant, yeah-Iâve noticed...what are you doing??â
Jisung heaved breaths in and out of his chest, then ran a hand through his hair. He still couldnât meet your eyes.
For a moment, a flash of panic surged in your head, making your heart ache with an unexpected pain. You truly didnât know what he had meant, and if you had made a mistake, you knew it could mean loosing him. God, that was the last thing in the world you wanted. It always was.
âIf I did something wrong tell me because clearly I donât know!!â You yelled back at him, straining your throat.
He walked up to you, then grabbed your shoulders with a firm grip. Finally, you saw his eyes, brown and soft, holding a type of pain that you hadnât seen in him before.
screw you, Han Jisung.
âJisung, I--â
You were shoved by the shoulders in milliseconds to the door behind you, the impact nearly knocking the wind out of you. You gasped in your surprise, but your mouth was immediately shut by Jisung ramming his lips into yours. His hands needily took your face into his palms with his mouth blazing with hunger for you.
It took you a moment to realize what had just happened and steady yourself after being so startled. His lips were so soft and warm, your brain had a hard time recognizing that he was really doing this. His haste made no indication of stopping so you let yourself do what you had wanted to do for years: you kissed him back with everything that you had.
As soon as you did so, he let out little desperate moans between your lips in response. You let your arms wrap around his back and he fell into them just right. Naturally you took one of your hands to the back of his head and tangled up your fingers in his hair. God, it all felt so good. Jisung snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into him with force, crashing your hips together.
The two of you clumsily made your way to the couch where he threw you down and crawled over top of you just as fast. He moved to your neck then traversed around your skin, sending shivers all through your body. Your hands eagerly found his back where you dug into him, wanting to be impossibly close. To your side, he carefully took your hand in his, weaving all of your fingers together.
Jisung pressed down into you and began to suck at your neck without holding himself back. It was such an intense feeling that couldnât help but moan out something you didnât know you could. You felt his mouth turn into a grin on your skin while he continued. It stung a little when he removed his lips, but he gently kissed each mark as if he was soothing it once he was done. He stopped to admire the little array of purple bruises he had made. Â
âI want you all to myself.â Â Jisungâs voice was hoarse, but still honey-covered in desire.
âWhat are we doing?â You asked him in breathless disbelief.
âIâve wanted to do this for so long.â He whispered, and appeared to calm his breaths. âI donât care.â
"You donât?â
âWhy should I?â He cocked his head and used his free hand to caress your face.
â--That this could change things between us?â
âYou donât want it too?â He looked a little confused.
You felt a warmth rush to your cheeks. Â â--No! I do, I do...trust me.â
âThen can I kiss you some more?â Jisung grinned down at you as loving as he always had, but this time it meant something slightly different.
â...please.â
He lowered back onto you, connecting your lips once more. Jisungâs tongue languidly smoothed onto yours and you already felt intoxicated by the feeling. You tightened your fingers around his.
Iâve always been yours.
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