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Kaveh/Alhaitham
âHeâs always angry in the morning!â Kaveh bemoans. Exaggeratedly, with his head falling into his hands. One would think that heâs talking about some great injustice instead of an argument about granola bars.
Granola bars that arenât even good, Tighnari thinks. But he doesnât say anything about that. Heâs sure his opinions on granola bars aren't whatâs wanted here.
Thatâs why he simply smiles and nods.
âAre you not a morning person, Alhaitham?â he asks.
âI would be if Kaveh didnât eat the bars I set aside for breakfast,â Alhaitham says. Coldly. The complete opposite of Kaveh, sure, but still far too cold for a breakfast cereal.
âSo I said Kaveh ate it at night?â Tighnari nudges gently. âLong after you went to sleep?â
Alhaitham hesitates for a second before nodding a yes.
Tighnari turns to Kaveh now, maintaining his smile.
âAnd why did you do that, Kaveh?â
âI was hungry while working late,â Kaveh mumbles.
âYouâre always working late,â Alhaitham rolls his eyes.
âAh,â Tighnari interjects when he sees Kaveh open his mouth. He has to de-escalate before they go off on it again. âHow does that make you feel?â
Again, Alhaitham hesitates. And Tighnari swears he sees Alhaitham glaring at him for a split second before sighing.
âIâm worried,â he admits. âI wish he would rest a little more.â
âWith you, perhaps?â Tighnari suggests.
âSure,â Alhaitham shrugs.
âHayi?!â Kaveh exclaims. Now heâs happy. Far too happy for a simple sure, but whatever. âI never thought of it that way!â
As the two of them make up, Tighnari leans back on his chair and takes a swig of his beer.
Cyno laughs, shaking his head as he signals for the bartender to get Tighnari another.
âYou should start charging them for couples therapy,â Cyno says.
âYeah,â Tighnari clicks his tongue. âThey could at least pay for that beer.â
But theyâre too busy making up now to remember they should really get counseling that isn't their friend at a bar.
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Okay I don't know about y'all but this dynamic makes me so happy on so many levels...
Full sketch sheet:
#fnaf sundrop#fnaf moodrop#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf security breach#fnaf balloon boy#fnaf dee dee#fnaf jj#fnaf fanart#fnaf roxy#fnaf comic#comedy and fluff#coy doodles#this was so fun#Absolute gremlins
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Bruce: You are grounded!
Jason (whole adult): You can't ground me!
Bruce: Grounded!
Jason: But I don't even live here!
Bruce turns Jason around and points to the stairs to his old room.
Bruce: The night, your room. Grounded!
Jason: This some bullshit!
Jason stomps upstairs and heads to his old room. A door slam is heard and then the sounds of random items being tossed around.
Bruce: He'll work it out his system. I'm going to bed.
Dick (looking at Tim confused and then Bruce as the man heads upstairs): Did you just ground a 23 year old?
Tim: And did it work?
Bruce: You forget I'm Batman.
#batfamily#batfamily chronicles#batman#batfamily shenanigans#jason todd#batbros#batfamily headcanons#dick grayson#bruce wayne#tim drake#batfamily fanfiction#batfamily funny#batfamily comedy#dc red hood#batfamily fluff#flash fiction#microfiction#script fic
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Okay but Bruce has to grow out a beard for a mission and after he shaves it all his kids are screaming bloody murder, the justice league lose it and the public is heartbroken.
The league still maintains some decorum in front of him, though they pout whenever they see him without it the first time. The public has been crying in outrage demanding he grow it back because the man looked like a fucking Greek god.
His kids? Oh, they donât acknowledge him as the same person.
Thereâs Beard Wayne, and Bruce Wayne.
And nope. To them, theyâre not the same. No matter how much Bruce tries. And to his chagrin, Alfred agrees with them.
#batfam#batfam fluff#batman#dick grayson#jason todd#red hood#nightwing#tim drake#bruce wayne#damian wayne#headcanons#Alfred pennyworth#batfamily headcanons#batfamily comedy#superman#clark kent#Wonder Woman#Diana price#Hal Jordan#green lantern#the flash#Barry Allan#aquaman#red robin
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maybe try writing him a note next time idk
#he does but he writes so aggressively it comes out illegible#also scary looking#shouto prob looks at it and is like#is this⌠a ransom note#katsuki thinks heâs been rejected when theres no response#then shouto just confesses one day#totally unrelated to all of his attempts lol#what a loser#my art#digital art#mha#bnha#tdbk#bktd#todobaku#i like them too#mainly for the no angst fluff comedy scenarios that ensue
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pairing;Â yoon jeonghanx f reader
genre;Â smut (minors dni), angst, fluff/romance, comedy
summary; being friends with benefits with jeonghan has never been what you thought it would but taking a trip to Paris with him and the rest of your friends while expecting to keep it a secretâŚthatâs something completely different.
warnings;Â eating/drinking, alcohol, mentions flying in a plane, inaccurate french, a bit of self deprecating thoughts and feelings, hiding a relationship, idiots in love, oral (f receiving), fingering, jealousy, crying (from pleasure and not), petnames, unprotected sex, cum on skin/creampie â as always there might be a warning I am missing but do try.
w/c; 19k and some change (489 words on patreon)
a/n; as always I have to thank @junkissed for not only proofreading but also helping me with coming up with so many brilliant ideas. I also want to thank @wooahaeproductions for lending me her brilliant brain and offering so many beautiful ideas. -- after much thought i have decided to sporadically release some of my older patreon exclusives if and when i am feeling generous. since i am working on tkg and unable to release anything the way i would like to i posted a bonus for patreon subscribers and i am releasing this to you all here on tumblr. i hope you enjoy it. to those of you who were less than kind when i first posted it, i hope this teaches you a lesson of patience and humility. if you had been nicer to me this might have came to tumblr sooner.
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âIâll try not to slobber on your shoulder.âÂ
You roll your eyes with a faint laugh at Mingyuâs words as he sits on your right in the aisle seat. The âfasten seatbeltâ sign had just turned off and a quick glance at your phone told you that the plane had been in the air for about an hour. It was going to be a long 13 hour flight to Paris and while Mingyu was settling in to take a nap, you werenât sure you were going to be following suit.Â
Jeonghan purses his lips, watching you shift in your seat. You looked restless and he understood the feeling. While he felt like he could get up and take a walk along the aisle, beside him, Dokyeom was snuggled up against the window, watching a movie on the screen in front of him.Â
Slipping out of his seat, Jeonghan leans to bump his hip against Mingyu, only to make the man groan, opening his eyes in annoyance. You were looking up at your friend curiously, your brows furrowed as he pursed his lips and jutted his thumb back over to where he had been sitting just a moment before.Â
âTrade with me.âÂ
Confusion slowly spreads across Mingyuâs face as he looks from Jeonghan to you and back up at the other man. Lifting his brows, Jeonghan sighs and waves his hands as if trying to hurry Mingyu out of his seat, as if he were in the wrong spot, when clearly Mingyu had known he was supposed to sit beside you.Â
âWhat? You serious?â
âThe fuck, you mean, am I serious? Iâm talking, arenât I?â Letting out another sigh, Jeonghan gestures towards Dokyeom once again.â GyuâŚGo sit beside Dokyeom and cuddle with him. Clearly, you both want to sleep and Y/N isnât going to. I want someone to talk to.âÂ
Groaning, Mingyu looks back at you as you give him a soft, pouty smile, reaching up to pat his cheek as he begrudgingly gives up his spot to Jeonghan. Sliding past the smaller man, Mingyu narrows his eyes at him, only to get a smirk in return as Jeonghan slips into the seat with a happy sigh.Â
Dokyeom glances over to Mingyu as he slumps down in the seat, pulling his blanket over his legs, as he watches Jeonghan look over at you with a grin on his face. There was something weird about what had just happened but he couldnât put his finger on it. Shrugging, Mingyu glances towards the movie playing in front of Dokyeom as he leans his head to rest it on his friendâs shoulder, watching it on mute as his eyes get heavy.Â
âJeonghanâŚYou are so full of shit.âÂ
Your words draw Jeonghanâs attention as he adjusts his seat, leaning it back to get more comfortable beside you. It was going to be a long ass flight but his traveling companion had just gotten exponentially more attractive.Â
âWhy? Did I lie?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you glance away from Jeonghan and out of the window as he smiles at you. Yoon Jeonghan was one of your best friends. When the idea of going on this group trip to Paris came up, you werenât sure if you wanted to go but it had been him who had talked you into it. There were plenty of reasons not to go but in his opinion, there were even more reasons to go.Â
Your relationship with Jeonghan was complicated. It hadnât started out that way. You had met him along with the rest of your friends in college. All of you were studying different things but at the end of the day, it was your personalities that had led you all together.Â
Kim Mingyu had been the first friend that you had made and your gateway into the group. Many others had come and gone but by the end of four grueling years at university, there were fourteen of you that had stuck together and now ten of you are on a plane for a once in a lifetime vacation.Â
When you donât answer him right away, Jeonghan lets his eyes run along your neck and up to your pretty face. He had always had a harder time than some of the others when it came to keeping it platonic with you. Then, last Halloween, Jeonghan found out he wasnât the only one struggling with that feeling.Â
Maybe it had been the alcohol or maybe it had been all of the tension in the air but in a dark corner of Seungcheolâs apartment, you and Jeonghan had shared your first heated kiss. That kiss had turned into a long conversation the next day, which led to an even longer discussion about how neither one of you wanted to fuck up your friendship.Â
âWe will just have rules, Y/N.âÂ
You had sighed as Jeonghan had run his fingers along your jaw, tilting your head up so he could look at your face as he spoke. You hadnât wanted to agree to the idea of being friends with benefits but the ache between your thighs every time you looked at him had been enough to keep you listening and to make your lips part as he had ran his thumb under your bottom lip.Â
âIf either one of us wants to stop, we just say it. No deep conversations have to happen. My only rule is that if you are going to fuck someone else, tell me. I donât want to be second best.âÂ
Jeonghan had listened to you whining softly under your breath as his fingernails scratched along the side of your head at your hairline. He had known you wanted it as much as he did but what he didnât know was that it was going to hurt you just as much as it was already hurting him. It seemed like such a simple solution to how he was feeling. He would get to have you in his life even more. He would get to fuck you as much as possible, but then youâd leave every single fucking time and it would start to hurt every single fucking time.Â
Turning back towards Jeonghan as you feel his eyes moving along your skin, you fight the urge to move closer to him in your seat. You werenât alone on the plane and your friends werenât that far from you, with Mingyu and Dokyeom sitting diagonally across the aisle and Jihoon and Joshua behind you.Â
âYou could have kept Dokyeom awake to talk.âÂ
Smirking, Jeonghan purses his lips as he moves to lean across you, pulling down the shade on the window, leaving you and him both veiled in the low light of the cabin. You sigh as you feel his fingers slide along your forearm to your wrist, his fingernails causing chillbumps to spread along your skin as he draws small circles on your skin.Â
âI donât want to talk to Dokyeom, I want to talk to you.âÂ
Sighing softly, you glance down at your hand as Jeonghan runs his fingers along yours before linking his hand with yours. You knew the light was dim enough that no one would see and that if anyone did, they probably wouldnât ask too many questions because Jeonghan was just a touchy guy to begin with. What you didnât know was why your heart was in your throat. You didnât know why your friend with benefits even wanted to hold your hand in the first place.Â
âListenâŚIâm just saying we already came up with the rooming arrangements before we even got on the fucking plane. Why are you two being such bitches about it now?âÂ
You sigh, leaning against Mingyuâs arm, as Joshua stares at Seungkwan and Chan in the hotel lobby. You already knew who you were rooming with and he was doing a great job holding you up at the moment. It was just the youngest of your group who were being cry babies about their rooms.Â
âWe are here for a week, Shua! If you had to spend every single night in a room with Lee Chan, youâd bitch a little bit about it too.âÂ
Groaning, Jihoon rolls his suitcase towards the group, causing Soonyoung to whine as his roommate swipes the card from Seungkwanâs hand before offering his to Chan.Â
âWhy do I have to lose my best friend over this?âÂ
Jeonghan laughs at Soonyoungâs dramatics as Chan pouts, knowing Soonyoung was going to be upset at him for the rest of the day because of the rooming arrangement. You watch the eldest of the group pat Joshua on the back as he gestures for Dokyeom to head for the elevator.Â
âCome on, Y/N. You look like you could use a nap.âÂ
Hearing your name, you blink up at Mingyu before offering him a tired smile. There had been little sleep on the plane. You had never been good at sleeping on transportation but between that and Yoon Jeonghan at your side, it had been a battle you were destined to lose.Â
Holding the door back, Jeonghan purses his lips, waiting for you and Mingyu to get in before he presses the button, causing Joshua and Jun to throw up their hands when the door starts to close in their faces.Â
âOops! Itâs full!âÂ
You knew Jeonghan was being a menace. The lack of sleep was adding another level to his usual antics. Leaning against the elevator wall, Jeonghan watches as you sigh, your head leaned forward as Mingyu stands beside you, his and your luggage in hand as the elevator climbs. He had wondered on the plane if there was a way to switch rooms but that would be too obvious and Mingyu had already looked like a kicked puppy when he had made him give up his seat.Â
With a final ding, the elevator doors open to a long hallway. Glancing at the wall, Mingyu mutters under his breath before taking a left before looking back at you with a laugh that comes to a stop to let you catch up to him.Â
âCome on, Squirt. We are in 546.âÂ
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, following behind you and Mingyu, not even noticing the look that Dokyeom is giving him. While Mingyu didnât seem to realize the relationship that was right in front of him, Dokyeom wasnât as oblivious. He knew there had been something different for months, even if Jeonghan wouldnât tell him what it was.Â
âDonât plot his murder yet, heâs not flirting. Sheâs like his sister.âÂ
Dokyeomâs voice is barely over a whisper but Jeonghan still looks at him as if he is announcing his words to the world. It was that sort of wide eyed, deer caught in the headlights look that told Dokyeom that he was right.Â
âIâshut up. I know that. Heâs just dumb. Iâm not doing anything.âÂ
Chuckling under his breath, Dokyeom nods along with Jeonghanâs rambling as the two watch you and Mingyu open your hotel door before you offer them both a quick smile and wave, disappearing into the room and leaving them in the hallway.Â
âSure, man. Whatever you say, you have the key.âÂ
Waking up to a dimly lit room, you wince at the pain behind your eyes as you try to look around at the other bed, seeing it still made and empty. There was no sign of Mingyu in the room besides his now empty suitcase at the end of his bed and a few of his things strewn about on a couch in the corner of the room.Â
You hadnât meant to nap for as long as you clearly had but the flight had been long and now you were feeling bad about how much you must be missing from the trip. It wasnât like there was a planned itinerary for every single day, but you did have some plans as a group and with different people. Otherwise, you were free to travel the city or use your time as you saw fit. Apparently, for the first few hours spent in Paris, you saw fit to snore into a very comfortable pillow.Â
Reaching for your phone, you whine at the headache plaguing you as you look through your texts, seeing a few that you had missed along with a couple phone calls.Â
[Missed call: Cheol at 11:30 a.m.]
[Missed call: Cheol at 2:16 p.m.]Â
Cheol: I talked to Gyu. He said you passed the fuck out. Call me later. Wish I was there. đ
Mingyu: Going out with Shua and Jun~~ be back later. Love you đ
Jeonghan: Are you awake yet? Letâs order room service.
Sighing, you tap Jeonghanâs message first, hovering over the keyboard before finally replying.Â
Y/N: I just woke up. Mingyu is out.Â
Jeonghan had been awake for about an hour longer than you so when you finally text him back, he glances down at his cellphone resting on his stomach with a soft smile. At least he had been smiling until you mentioned Mingyu.Â
Jeonghan: I know where he is. I wasnât asking to order room service with him.Â
Y/N: FineâŚ
While you didnât sound entirely convincing, Jeonghan wasnât going to turn down the chance to spend some time alone with you. He knew where Mingyu was along with Dokyeom and he knew they would be gone, at least for a few more hours.Â
Sliding off the bed, you move into the bathroom to grab some pain reliever, making it back to the mini fridge by the time you hear the knock at the door. Leaning to pull the door open, you meet Jeonghanâs eyes before his gaze slowly moves over your frame and back up to your face as he slips into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.Â
âI didnât think you were ever gonna wake up. I almost asked Mingyu to let me in before he left.âÂ
Scoffing, you swallow your medicine with a gulp of water as you feel Jeonghanâs fingers sliding along your hip. You knew he was kidding, at least mostly. As far as you knew, he didnât want anyone to know he was fucking you and you didnât want to fuck up your friendship with him, no matter how much it hurt to be a dirty little secret.Â
âSo he could ask you why?âÂ
Shaking his head, Jeonghan lets you pull away from him as you move back to your bed, flopping down on it with a groan. He had noticed the medicine in your hand and he could see the way your brows were furrowed. He had known you long enough to know the signs of your headaches and when you werenât feeling well. Sitting down next to you, Jeonghan runs his hand along your leg to the end of your shorts as you look at your phone, responding to the rest of your text messages.Â
âHe could have asked why. I donât care. You want me to just pick something for us to eat?âÂ
Wrinkling your nose, lost in thought, you glance at Jeonghan as his fingers push under the leg of your shorts, a concerned look on his face. He was full of shit 90% of the time but there were times when the two of you were alone that he made your heart tighten in your chest.Â
âMm, yeah. Just gonna call Cheol back and wait for this medicine to kick in.â
Nodding, Jeonghan watches you for a moment longer before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, causing you to close your eyes and return it as your fingers barely hold on to your cell phone. There was no reason for him to kiss you.Â
When the two of you came up with the rules of your relationship, there were no strings attached. It had started out with no kisses goodbye, but that rule had quickly been broken. Then the no sleeping over rule had been broken more than once by both of you, and now Jeonghan was sending your brain into a frenzy with such a sweet gesture as he smiled against your lips before sitting back to take out his own phone, pulling up the room service menu.Â
Swallowing hard, you furrow your brows, lifting your fingers to press them against your lips as you make yourself pull your eyes away from the handsome man in front of you and back to your phone, pressing down on Seungcheolâs name. You knew it was late in Korea but not so late that he wouldnât still be awake.Â
âHeyâŚdidnât think Iâd hear from you today.âÂ
Seungcheolâs voice makes you pout. You could hear the sadness in his tone as he leaned back in his gaming chair. You had offered to stay back and hang out with him but between his insistence that you go and Jeonghanâs whining, you had paid for your ticket, leaving an injured Seungcheol under the care of your other friends who couldnât make the trip.Â
âSorry, I was so tired from the flight. How are you feeling today?âÂ
Scoffing, Seungcheol looks down at the brace on his knee before leaning his head back in annoyance, not really at your question but at the situation.Â
âFine. Minghao went with me to rehab and then Vernon and Wonwoo hung out and played some games earlier.â Pursing his lips, Seungcheol glances out his window at the lights of the city, listening to the sounds of the traffic compared to the quiet sounds of your conversation. âHowâs Paris?âÂ
Jeonghan closes one eye in thought before turning his phone towards you to ask if his order was okay, only getting a nod before you sigh and give your attention back to the phone call. You had been disappointed when any of the group had been unable to come along but especially Seungcheol. He and Mingyu were like family more than they were friends and now part of your family had a torn ACL and was stuck in his apartment playing video games and eating takeout while you were visiting a foreign country.Â
âIâm glad they are taking care of you. We miss you. I havenât seen much other than the back of my eyelids, Cheollie.âÂ
You say we before you even think about what you are saying, causing Jeonghan and unknown to you, Seugncheol to furrow their brows. It wasnât like you had lied; Jeonghan had wanted his best friend to come on the trip but it wasnât like he knew that he was in the room. Â
âWeâŚâ Smirking to himself, Seungcheol shifts in his chair, reaching out to move his mouse across his screen to open his game back up, knowing he was going to end the phone call sooner than he had even anticipated. âTell Han I said hi. Call me tomorrow. Love you.âÂ
Groaning, you avoid Jeonghanâs eyes as he searches your face, seeing a look of embarrassment wash over your expression. Your relationship with Jeonghan was a secret from most of the group but it had been Seungcheolâs apartment that you had been making out with Jeonghan in and he wasnât an idiot.Â
âShut upâŚÂ IâCheol says hi.â Sighing, you watch Jeonghan lean his head back, realizing what had happened as you finished up your phone call. âLove you too; talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Lowering your phone, you meet Jeonghanâs eyes as he stares at you, tilting his head. You could see the question on his face but you werenât sure you were up to answering it. Instead, you toss your phone down on the bed and groan as he watches your dramatics, putting his hand back on your thigh unable to stop the smile that pulls at his lips.Â
âWe miss you, Cheollie.â You could hear the teasing in Jeonghanâs voice even as you lifted your arm to rest it over your face. âWhy did he assume it was me?âÂ
Groaning his name, you turn on your back, causing Jeonghanâs hand to slide to your inner thigh, where he lets it rest. You squirm slightly, feeling his thumb rub small circles along your skin as he watches you closely much to your dismay.Â
âProbably because Mingyu is out and he has already talked to him.âÂ
You fail to tell Jeonghan the part about how Seungcheol also knows that you are fucking Jeonghan but he is nice enough to only tease you sometimes about how much itâs going to break your heart one day. Sliding your arm from your face, you sigh as Jeonghanâs fingers start to work into the tight muscle of your thigh. It felt good; it was a nice gesture but you knew there was an ulterior motive to it.Â
âWe canât do anything while we are here, Jeonghan. We have no idea when Mingyu will be back, and I donât ââÂ
An annoyed groan slipping from between Jeonghanâs lips makes you fall silent as he slides up in bed and between your legs to hover over you on the bed. Your heart was beginning to race from the image of him above you to the thrill of the situation. You really didnât know when Mingyu was coming back from his outing and the food could be delivered at any moment.Â
âWe are in Paris and you are going to lay on this bed and tell me that we arenât going to fuck while we are here?âÂ
Slotting his leg between your thighs, Jeonghan smirks when he hears a whine get caught in your throat. There were many things he loved but one of them was feeling the warmth of your pussy, clothed or not, against his thigh. He loved when you would instinctively start to buck your hips against his leg just from the desire to feel any sort of release because you had to chase it.Â
âY/NâŚbabyâŚprincessâŚmy beautiful angelâŚâÂ
All the pet names that fall from Jeonghanâs silver tongue cause your fingers to dig into the comforter as you try to fight the urge to roll your hips against his thigh. You canât help but lift your right hand, grabbing for something more substantial, and find Jeonghanâs shirt when you feel his lips press against your neck as he kisses up to your ear. With each kiss, Jeonghan speaks and allows his warm breath to tempt you even further.Â
âI might actually die if I canât have you this entire time.â You knew he was being dramatic but you could also feel how hard Jeonghan was getting against your thigh so he was doing a good job of convincing you that he was telling you the truth. âWe can be so careful. Iâll make it worth it.âÂ
You knew he would keep that promise. Every time with Jeonghan was worth it. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, even the cracks that were starting to line your heart and the stress building in your mind were worth it.Â
Jeonghan whines your name against your jaw as his hand pulls your hips up and tighter against his thigh. He could feel the way you were starting to roll your hips and it made him want to lay on the bed under you and watch you ride his cock like that until he filled you full of his cum. He wanted nothing more than to keep you like this forever, to make this simple like it was in his head but his heart was making it complicated. His heart had made it complicated from day one.Â
âBonjour, service en chambre.âÂ
The voice of someone on the other side of the door and a stern knock pull you and Jeonghan from your lust filled haze quickly. With an annoyed groan, Jeonghan rests his head against your shoulder before nodding against it as the man announces himself again, trying to get any response from the room.Â
âOui, une minute, s'il vous plaĂŽt.âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan takes a deep breath before sliding off the bed to adjust his sweatpants. You could hear the frustration in Jeonghanâs sighs as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, moving towards the door and letting you sit up on the bed. In reality, there was nothing for either of you to be upset about. He had placed the order so it wasnât surprising that it was being delivered in a timely manner.Â
âMerciâŚâ
The word falls from Jeonghanâs lips like venom as he takes the bags from the man before slamming the door in his face. Turning back to face you, Jeonghan gives you an incredulous look, finding you pressing your lips together and trying not to laugh at him. He didnât find anything about the situation funny.Â
âI got cock blocked and you are laughing?âÂ
Smiling, you reach your hand out to help Jeonghan with one of the bags, taking out the drinks and sitting them on the nightstand out of any danger of spilling, as he grumbles under his breath. You canât help but laugh again, opening both straws and finding him pouting at you.Â
âYou didnât even offer him a tip. Are you that pissed off?âÂ
Opening one of the containers with more force than necessary, Jeonghan grabs one of the forks, stabbing at a piece of pasta and lifting it to his lips, still pouting.Â
âIs your cock still hard and not wet, Y/N? Oh, thatâs right, you donât have a cock that gets painfully hard every time you look at your incredibly hot giâfriend.âÂ
Coughing as he takes a bite of food, Jeonghan looks down as he almost slips up on his wording, hoping you wonât notice. You just furrow your brows, your straw pursed on your lips, as you watch him for a moment before taking a sip and tilting the drink towards him, offering it to him to do the same.Â
You werenât sure what you had heard. You knew what you wanted to hear but at the same time, did you? What would that mean? So instead of lingering on it, you focus on the rest of his nonsense, letting Jeonghan off the hook for his slip up.Â
âNo, I donât have a cock but I do get horny. You act like girls donât get just as horny as guys. Itâs not my fault that I can just hide it better.âÂ
Scoffing, Jeonghan leans towards you, taking a sip of your drink before turning his fork towards you to offer you a bite of the pasta, feeling the warmth that had risen in his neck and face starting to fade. Maybe he had just gotten lucky and you hadnât caught the word he had almost used to refer to you or maybe you were just being nice. Either way, he wasnât going to push the subject if you werenât.Â
Watching you take the bite from the fork, Jeonghan lets his eyes move over your face, lingering on your eyes. You were so beautiful, it was painful, and he was being honest when he said he didnât want to waste the time the two of you had in Paris. It would be a waste to fly so far and not indulge in you as much as he could.Â
You furrow your brows as Jeonghanâs eyes fall to the bed, the two of you eating mostly in silence until finally you are the first one to break the tension as you groan, rubbing your hand over your stomach with a grin on your face. Jeonghan canât help but smile once again, feeling endeared by you as he takes another sip of drink before putting it back on the nightstand.Â
âFull?âÂ
Nodding, you stretch on as Jeonghan works to close containers and cleans up, moving around your room. You watch as he glances back at you, his eyes moving along the length of your body, to the arch of your back when you whine into a yawn. Smiling, you reach for your phone, checking your messages, and at the same time feeling him lay on the bed next to you, slender fingers barely graving over your stomach, before Jeonghan slides his hand under your shirt to have contact with your skin.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
Your laugh makes Jeonghan smile. The smile is genuine and fullânot one of his half smiles that he would give to just anyone. No, this smile is one that is meant just for you. Reaching up to take your phone out of your hand, Jeonghan whispers your name and you can hear the need and desire laced in his voice like a question. With your brows furrowed, you can only meet his eyes and nod before his lips are back on yours.Â
Whimpered moans slip into Jeonghanâs mouth as his fingers slide under the top of your shorts and between your legs. It was one thing to feel you against his thigh and it was another to feel your wet pussy on his fingers.Â
Jeonghan groans into the kiss. He canât help the smile that pulls at his lips, feeling you lift your hips towards his hand as his fingers spread your folds. Between breathy kisses, the sticky, wet sounds of Jeonghanâs fingers teasing you are all you can hear, even as you mutter, begging him for more.Â
âMore? Like what? What do you want, beautiful?âÂ
Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you practically sob out a moan of frustration at Jeonghanâs question. You knew how much he liked you to tell him exactly what you wanted and he knew how much you just wanted him to give him everything. Pushing your head back against the pillow, you bite at your bottom lip only to have Jeonghanâs teeth pull it from yours with a dark laugh.Â
âWhat do you want, Y/N? My fingers or my mouth?âÂ
Tears run from your eyes along your temples as Jeonghanâs lips press against yours teasingly. He was driving you crazy with his light touches to your clit, and it was making it hard to think and even harder to speak. Arching your back, you gasp Jeonghanâs name as his thumb and forefinger close around your clit, rolling the small bud between his fingers, waiting for you to speak.Â
âAhâfuck! BothâŚplease? Please, just give me both. I canât stand it.âÂ
It had been longer than Jeonghan would have liked since he had been in your bed and normally he would be more strict. Normally he would make you pick one thing and draw out your orgasm until you were begging him through tears for more, but just feeling your slick arousal on his fingers made Jeonghan weak for you.Â
Moving to his knees, Jeonghan pushes his fingers into the top of your shorts and underwear. You only manage a soft whimper of his name as he slides them down your legs and tosses them onto the floor before letting his eyes roam over you. Licking his lips, Jeonghan slides his hands under your knees, pulling your hips down in bed as he lays on his stomach so that your pussy is level with his face.Â
âFuckâŚJeonghan, please? Stop teasinââÂ
Running his tongue from your entrance to the top of your mound, Jeonghan silences you as he groans to your taste. It really had been too long since he had been between your legs and he was starving. The food had been nothing in comparison to this and he was feeling almost feral after a single drop of you on his tongue.Â
Long, slender fingers part your folds as Jeonghan moves his other hand from under your leg to circle your dripping hole with his middle finger as you moan his name. He could play you like a well tuned instrument and he knew every note by heart.Â
Turning his hand palm up, Jeonghan groans under his breath, feeling your warm, soft walls welcome in his finger and tighten around them. He could just imagine how good you would feel on his cock and it had him leaking profusely in his sweatpants as he willed himself not to rut against the bed, lowering his head to flick his tongue at your throbbing clit.Â
There have been few people in your life who made you feel as good in bed as Yoon Jeonghan and there were none who looked as good as him between your thighs. No oneâs hair felt as good between your fingers as you held them against you; their lips wrapped around your clit as their fingers steadily pushed you towards heaven. No, that was only Yoon Jeonghan.Â
You tasted better than anything that Jeonghan could imagine. He had wanted this from the moment that he had walked into the room and now that he was lucky enough to be between your legs, he could feel his head going fuzzy with just thoughts of you. You were like a drug that he could never get enough of.Â
It was the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his fingers as he pushed you over the edge and the sounds of your sweet little moans that caused Jeonghan to almost lose it. Words almost escape between his lipsâthree little words that could ruin everything. Closing his eyes tightly, Jeonghan buries his face against you to silence himself, enjoying the taste of your cum on his tongue until the sound of your phone causes him to furrow his brows.Â
Your fingers tear at the bedding under you as Jeonghan tries his best to pull another orgasm from you until the familiar sound of your ringtone starts to play from beside you on the bed. Gasping for a full breath, you glance over to see Chanâs face as Jeonghan looks up at you from between your legs with a disappointed look on his face.Â
âLet it go to voicemail.âÂ
That was one option but if Chan was calling you, there had to be a reason. Whining, you slide your hand across the bed, listening to Jeonghan groan in annoyance, laying his face against your thigh as you do. Licking your lips, you catch your breath before putting your phone on your chest and answering the phone while speaking, hoping it will mask some of your labored breathing.Â
âChan? Whatâs up?âÂ
Closing his eyes tightly, Jeonghan shakes his head as you answer the phone, knowing he isn't getting laid now. First, the hotel staff had bad timing and now Lee Chan was cock blocking him. Glancing back up at you and the phone, Jeonghan shifts to his elbow, leaning to wipe his lips as Chan finally speaks up, his voice instantly breaking your heart.Â
âY/NâŚI forgot my key. Soonyoung is in the room and wonât answer the phone. Heâs still mad about earlier and you apparently have to have the key to get back into the hotel past a certain time.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jeonghan lets out a light scoff, causing you to shoot daggers from your eyes in his direction. You could hear that Chan was drunk and you had always had a soft spot for the younger boys in your group of friends. You had taken on the big sister role very quickly and took it seriously. Throwing his hands up, Jeonghan mouths âwhat?â in your direction at the look of disappointment on your face at his reaction before you simply roll your eyes and slide off the bed to pick up your shorts, sliding them back up your legs as you speak to Chan.Â
âIâll come down and let you in and then we will go talk to Soonyoung. Give me like five minutes.âÂ
Tossing your phone back on to the bed, you move past Jeonghan as he whines your name, trying to grab your hand, only to find your fingers slipping from his. He knew he was being selfish but fuck, he felt like he deserved it just a little bit. Every once in a while, people could be a little selfish and enjoy the company of theirâ Even in his head, he couldnât think of the right word to call you, so Jeonghan watched you from the bathroom door instead as you freshened up.Â
âCan we try again later?âÂ
Sighing, you glance at Jeonghan through the mirror as he leans his head against the door frame, a look of disappointment on his face that almost shatters your resolve. You wanted to be less âeasyâ and say maybe or maybe not but instead you just nod and try to walk past him, feeling Jeonghanâs hand slide around your waist. Soft lips press against yours and you feel your knees start to give at the feeling and at how much you want to pull Jeonghan back into your bed.Â
âIâll text you in a bit.âÂ
Six words and Jeonghan leaves you standing in your room, feeling confused and lost. Only the sound of a text and a selfie of a pouty Chan sitting on the steps, asking for a rescue, pulls you back to reality.Â
Your fingers move along the rows of silk and satin on the rack as you purse your lips. It wasnât that the dresses werenât gorgeous. All of them were and all of them cost half of your rent. Mingyu lifts his gaze towards you as he pulls a shirt from a rack, putting it up to his body, before turning towards the mirror to judge his choice.Â
âYou canât tell what they look like unless you actually look at them.âÂ
Mingyu was your favorite shopping partner. You found out years ago that he loved to shop even more than you did. He had a great eye for what would look good on you and you were grateful for that because you seemed to lack that ability.Â
âThey are so expensive, Gyu.âÂ
Nodding, Mingyu glances at the tag of the shirt held against his chest before sighing and draping it over his arm. You glance up at the man as he moves beside you, being a lot more thorough with the dresses than you had been.Â
âItâs my treat. We need to find you something pretty to wear for tonight. You are going out with Jeonghan, right?âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you stumble over your feet, trying to take a step away from your best friend. Lifting his brow, Mingyu just smirked, taking one of the dresses from the rackâa long sleeved, soft mint green dress with a deep V neckline.Â
âIâMingyuâŚfirst of all, no. I canât let you buy it. Secondly, noâŚÂ Itâs dinner with Jeonghan and Dokyeom.âÂ
Shaking his head, Mingyu moves closer, holding the dress up to you and reaching out with one hand to hold the long sleeve to your arm. Pursing his lips, Mingyu glances over his shoulder at the shop attendant, furrowing his brows, trying to remember anything he had practiced in French.Â
âUm⌠Excusez-moi. Salle des vĂŞtements ?âÂ
Smiling, you furrow your brows at Mingyuâs attempt to ask for a fitting room as the girl just smiles at him and lifts her brows, speaking in English as she gestures towards the back of the store.Â
âThere are fitting rooms this way.âÂ
Laying the dress over his arm along with his shirt, Mingyu shrugs before looking back at you as you laugh under your breath.Â
âWhat? What did I say?âÂ
âYou asked for the clothes room. I mean, not too far off.âÂ
Sighing, Mingyu walks beside you before offering the pretty store attendant a dazzling smile before she leaves the two of you alone to try on your outfits.Â
âWell, itâs not like thatâs the first time Iâve looked like an idiot in front of a woman. I donât know how to say "fittingâ in French.â Offering you the dress, Mingyu lifts his brows as you start to whine, looking at the price tag. âTry it on, Y/N.âÂ
You slide your fingers over the silk, taking the dress from Mingyu, before going behind the curtain. The dress was beautiful. It was not what you would have picked for yourself just because you werenât sure it was something you could pull off. The V of the neck was deep and would show off your collarbones. It would take at least ten minutes to button all of the buttons that led from your waist to your chest but by the time you were finished, you were even speechless as you stared at the mirror.Â
Adjusting the white button up over his chest, Mingyu turns to the side and nods at his appearance in the mirror before looking at the curtain you had disappeared behind. He knew you were going to look good but he also knew that your self esteem was going to get the better of you without a little push.Â
âY/NâŚcome on, get your ass outâohâŚâÂ
Words fall silent on Mingyuâs lips when you open the curtain, your leg peeking from the large slit that rests at the top of your thigh as you move into the center of the fitting room area towards the larger mirror where he stood. You were his best friend and more like a sister but he was also a guy at the end of the day and he had eyes. You were stunning.Â
âIs it awful? I told you that nothing in this place would look right on me.âÂ
Shaking his head, Mingyu steps behind you, taking your shoulders to put you in front of the large mirror where lights would shine down on you, allowing you to see better how well the dress truly fits you. It hugged in all the right places and flowed in others.Â
âYou are fucking beautiful. Yoon Jeonghan is going to lose his damn mind.âÂ
Jeonghan couldnât stop staring at you. He knew that the restaurant that the three of you had chosen to go to was nice but when he had met you in the lobby of the hotel with Dokyeom and you had been in that dress... Jeonghan had almost lost his mind.Â
You smile as Dokyeom walks beside you, his cheerful voice causing your face to light up like a star in the sky, while Jeonghan struggles to think straight. How could anyone be around you without wanting you? Jeonghan wasnât sure how Dokyeom could act normal around you when you looked like you had stepped out of Jeonghanâs dreams.Â
Jeonghan was in love. He had known it for a while now but looking at you now, in that dress, under the Parisian street lamps... He couldnât tell himself it was just lust anymore.Â
Glancing up at the sign for the restaurant, you can feel Jeonghanâs eyes on you. They hadnât left you for the entire walk from the hotel to the restaurant. You felt like you were going to float away under his gaze but the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground was Dokyeom.Â
âThe reservations are under your name, Y/N.âÂ
Jeonghanâs voice brings your attention to him fully and you feel your cheeks heat up as if you were standing in front of an open flame. He looked incredible. You were all dressed up. The restaurant wasnât incredibly fancy but it was considered fine dining so you all wanted to look the part. Jeonghan had chosen dark jeans, a dark button up with a jacket, and brown boots. Everything fits him perfectly and makes your mouth feel dry.Â
âRightâŚIâll check in. Be right back.âÂ
Two sets of eyes watch you but one lingers longer before Jeonghan finally pulls his eyes from the door to focus on Dokyeom with a long sigh.Â
âY/N looks fantastic tonight, donât you think?âÂ
That was one way to put it. Jeonghan just scoffs into a laugh, lifting his hand to run it over his lips before nodding and narrowing his eyes, thinking about how to answer that question and what he even wanted to say. He knew what he wanted but he knew it would upset you if you found out. Fuck it.Â
âShe looks beautiful.â Moving in closer to Dokyeom, Jeonghan watches the man lean his head back a bit, almost out of concern. His eyes widen as if the shorter man was going to hit him before Jeonghan smooths Dokyeomâs jacket and smiles. âIf you make up a reason to leave now, I'll give you 50 bucks or literally anything you want.âÂ
Laughing, Dokyeom tilts his head, thinking it has to be a joke, until he meets Jeonghanâs eyes and sees the serious look of desperation in them. He knew that his friend liked you but maybe it was reaching that point where he was willing to admit it to himself and you.
Swallowing hard, Dokyeom glances towards the door to see you smiling at the hostess, your eyes glancing towards him as you give him an apologetic look and say something else to the woman. There was no way he wasnât going to get a guilt trip from you for leaving but if he didn't, Jeonghan might actually hit him.Â
âIâfuck man. Y/N is gonna be pissed at me. Sheâs the one who wanted us to all get dinner together, but...âÂ
One more look into Jeonghanâs eyes and Dokyeom felt his excuse crumble. He could see how important this was to Jeonghan and now it felt important to him too.Â
âYeahâŚalright. Iâll come upââÂ
âOkay! So she said, like ten more minutes.âÂ
Stepping back from Jeonghan, Dokyeom clears his throat before smiling just a bit too big at you. You knew something was different but you just couldnât put your finger on it. Jeonghan was pretty good at lying to you or at least at pulling something over on you but Dokyeom wasnât.Â
âI am so sorry but I have to get back to the hotel. Rain check on dinner.âÂ
Watching your face fall, Dokyeom feels his stomach tighten as you take a step towards him and he takes a step back, knowing that if you press him too much for answers, he will crumble.Â
âWhat? You were so excited. Why?âÂ
Lifting his hands, Dokyeom gestures back towards the hotel and itâs as if you can see the gears moving in his head as he thinks of an excuse on his feet.Â
âUhâŚMinâMingyu. Yep, Mingyu texted me. He wants my help with something. So I gotta go, right now. Like right now. Bye!âÂ
Starting to speak, you end up closing your mouth as Dokyeom lets out a squeal, quickly moving away from you into the flow of people heading away from the restaurant. Narrowing your eyes, you look back to Jeonghan, who rubs his lips together before smiling sweetly at you and lifting his hand, offering it to you.Â
âLooks like itâs just us, baby.âÂ
Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you roll your eyes at Jeonghan before turning from his hand, realizing he must have had something to do with Dokyeomâs quick departure. You sigh as you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, Jeonghanâs chin resting on your shoulder as he smiles next to your ear before pouting.Â
âWhat? Are you mad at me? I didnât leave.âÂ
Leaning your head away from his lips, you hear Jeonghan let out a long sigh as you all but reject him again. Fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you back against him, and Jeonghanâs brows furrow deeply.Â
âY/NâŚseriously?â A quick glance from you has Jeonghan leaning his head back with a groan before he nods, giving in. âYes, I asked him to leave. Is that what you wanted to hear?âÂ
Your features soften at Jeonghanâs confession. You had figured that he had asked Dokyeom to leave but you hadnât really expected him to tell you. You had expected to argue with him to the point that he would lie about it and then tell you the truth around the time for dessert. What was different about tonight?Â
âIâwhat? YesâŚI didnât want you to lie to me.âÂ
Jeonghanâs hands slide from your waist as he begrudgingly lets you stand on your own, as if coming to the realization that you donât want to be held or to hold his hand. You watch as his eyes widen, a small smile pulling at his lips when you slide your hand along his.Â
âMademoiselle?âÂ
Glancing up at the woman you had spoken to earlier, you let out a soft breath, giving her a smile and a nod before leading Jeonghan along with you. He listens as you explain that your party has become two and she drops off a menu at the front before leading you and Jeonghan to a table near a window.Â
Watching you from across the table, Jeonghan takes a deep breath as you look down at your menu, his eyes moving as he tilts his head to see your legs crossed just off to the side of the table. He knew that he should be more civilized, perhaps more respectful but the way the dress was hugging your thighs and the way the slit of the dress was sitting so high on your leg was making his mouth water.Â
Licking your lips, you start to ask Jeonghan what he is thinking about ordering when you lift your eyes to find his eyes moving along your legs and up your body. The heat rises once again in your neck and up your face at the amount of attention he was giving you. You had known he had been looking at you but you hadnât expected him to do it so obviously now.Â
Meeting your eyes and finding you watching him, Jeonghan grins, having been caught by you. He knew he should be embarrassed but instead, he just lets out a breath and shakes his head.Â
âYou are so fucking pretty. Iâm sorryâŚÂ I canât stop staring at you. That was why I asked Dokyeom to bail on dinner. I wanted you all to myself. Iâm selfish.âÂ
Shifting in your seat, you reach for the water in front of you, taking a sip at Jeonghanâs words. You hadnât expected him to speak so candidly about his reasoning for why Dokyeom had left or why he was looking at you the way he was. You watch his smile soften and his gaze drop to his menu, allowing you a moment of clarity to take your own breath as you get a break from his attention.Â
âYou are selfish.â Your voice is quiet and meek but Jeonghan smiles, letting out an amused breath before looking up at you once again as you continue. âYou could have just asked me to dinner on your own.âÂ
Jeonghan swallows hard at your words, his confident facade breaking slightly as he looks down at his menu. Clearing his throat, Jeonghan tries to think of the right words before he finally manages to meet your eyes again.Â
âIs it shitty of me that Iâm afraid youâll turn me down? So this way, we were all going out. You had more of a reason to be here.âÂ
Your heart shouldnât be aching the way it was hearing another confession from Jeonghan but it was breaking your heart. You didnât know how to feel. You werenât sure what he even wanted you to say. The rules had been clear. You were just friends. Has that changed?Â
âJeonghanâŚâÂ
The whine in your voice sounds similar to a rejection and Jeonghan canât stand the idea of that so he just smiles and holds up his hands, happy to see the waiter standing beside you. He didnât want to hear how he wasnât good enough. He wasnât Kim Mingyu or Choi Seungcheol. He already knew, but that didnât make him want you any less. Maybe he could still prove it to you.Â
Jeonghan was thankful for the wine running through yours and his system as you laughed, leaning against his body. He knew you werenât so drunk that you werenât thinking clearly but you were feeling free enough that any of the earlier tension seemed to have melted away.Â
âIt was so good. Those coffee truffles⌠Jeonghan, oh my god. Babe, will you go back and get me more?âÂ
Hearing you call him babe was like injecting his veins with serotonin. Jeonghan nods before leaning to press a kiss to your jaw as you laugh sweetly. He would give you the world if you asked for it and laughed so beautifully for him like that.Â
âMm, I donât wanna go to bed.âÂ
You pout into your words, looking up at the hotel, as you dig into your purse for your key and Jeonghan holds on to your waist with a grin. You were adorable all of the time but when you were even a little tipsy, you dialed up the cute factor by a hundred, making him melt at the sight of you. Sliding the key from your fingers, Jeonghan listens to your laughter as he taps it against the reader and pulls open the door as you thank him.  Â
âThen we wonât go to our rooms yet. I know a place. I found it earlier.âÂ
Jeonghan piqued your curiosity, causing you to tilt your head with a small, curious sound. Laughing, the man lets you lean on him as he walks to the elevator, still using your key to open it, before pressing the button for the top floor.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
You lean between Jeonghanâs legs as he rests against the elevator wall, the quiet beeps of each floor being passed acting as background music. Smiling, Jeonghan slides his hands along the soft silk of your dress to rest them on your hips, leaning his head back against the wall with a small chuckle at your question.Â
âUp.âÂ
One final ding and the doors open to a long, quiet hallway. You lean back on your heels to look, making Jeonghan hold your wrists to keep you steady. The coast looked pretty clear; only a housekeeping cart and a few room service trays left outside the doors let you know to keep your voices down.Â
Lifting his finger to his lips, Jeonghan smiles behind his finger as you lower your head to suppress a laugh sticking by his side. The two of you sneak down the hallway, only stopping at the housekeeping cart long enough for Jeonghan to grab a blanket slipping it under his arm.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
The question once again slips from your lips as you glance back to make sure no one was following you and Jeonghan as he turns to the left to what seems like a dead end, a door leading to an emergency exit to the roof. Raising his brows, Jeonghan pushes the door with his shoulder and you wince, ready to hear an alarm but when nothing happens except the door opening, your eyes soften and your mouth falls open in surprise.Â
âShhh, our little secret.âÂ
Keeping your hand tightly in his, Jeonghan climbs the steps before pushing open a second door, causing you to gasp at the sight. From the roof of the hotel, you can see for miles on a clear night. The lights of the city twinkling and burning like stars and in the distance, even the Eiffel Tower greets you like something out of a movie as you let go of Jeonghanâs hand moving towards the wall lining the entire roof.Â
Jeonghan just watches you in awe as the wind lightly moves the dress around your legs as you rest your hands on the wall, looking out into the city. Sure, the city was beautiful but it had nothing on you. He had been to more places than most in the group but none of them compared to this... to you now.Â
âOh my god... Jeonghan, this is so pretty. Iâm so glad you found this.âÂ
Hands slide around your waist as Jeonghan moves to stand behind you with a smile on his lips. He had wanted to wait a bit longer and just watch you but the urge to touch you was just too great. Leaning back against him, you laugh under your breath, sliding your hands over his, taking in a deep breath of the night air. This was perfect. If you could write out how you wish your life could be lived every day and every night, it would be like this. You would be in Jeonghanâs arms, looking out over a beautiful city. But that was a pipe dream.Â
Nudging his nose against your neck, Jeonghan furrows his brows, feeling your shoulders drop. He could sense your mood changing but he wasnât sure why. All he knew was that he could and wouldnât let something so perfect go to waste.Â
âCan we pretend?âÂ
Jeonghanâs words, spoken against your neck, are almost so quiet that you have to strain to hear them but you close your eyes and furrow your brows in question.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Pressing his hands tighter against your stomach, Jeonghan practically whines out his words, causing your heart to tighten and practically shatter.Â
âThat we are more than this. Just tonight? Thatâs all Iâm asking for. I know Iâm not fucking worth it⌠but just pretend for me? OneâŚfucking night?âÂ
If he had any idea what he was asking you to do, it didnât seem to show. You were already suffering with the arrangement that you had and now he wanted more without actually having more. It was almost unbearable and yet all you can do is whimper out a âyesâ and a âplease, Jeonghan,â like the pathetic woman you are. You say it because you are irrevocably in love with Jeonghan and you canât admit it openly to yourself, much less to him.Â
Turning in his arms, you reach up to cup Jeonghanâs cheek as you feel his fingernails scratch along the silk of your dress at your waist. Dark brown eyes search yours for a short moment until soft lips finally connect with yours, taking your breath away.Â
Jeonghan was always a good kisser but there was something about this kiss that felt different. This kiss felt desperate, as if he was trying to make a point or to ingrain it into your memory forever, just in case there wasnât a second chance.Â
You whine out a soft moan, stepping back from the side of the roof as Jeonghan catches your bottom lip between his. He feels your free hand tug at the front of his jacket as if you are trying to keep him in place but just a few more steps back, he finally stops before pulling away to pick up the blanket he had put to the side.Â
You watch as Jeonghan lays out the blanket, kneeling down, before offering you his hand to help you do the same. Now it made sense; of course he had a plan. He always did. He was the type of person to think three steps ahead of everyone and usually five steps ahead of you. Carefully moving down to the blanket, you let Jeonghan pull you into his lap, his free hand tracing the line of your thigh and tugging your dress up your legs so as not to cause your dress to rip on the way down.Â
âYou look so fucking pretty tonight, baby. This dressâŚfuck⌠I love it but Iâshit, I gotta see you. Wanna see you under the stars. Wanna fuck you under them.âÂ
It was cliche and yet Jeonghanâs words had your cheeks on fire. The words had your breath quickening as you straddled his lap, feeling his fingers trying to figure out how to impatiently undo the dozens of buttons as he whined in annoyance.Â
âGoddammit⌠There are too many.âÂ
Shaking your head, you watch as Jeonghan glances up at you, mischief in his eyes as he grabs either side of your dress at the front, trying to tug at it to make the buttons come loose. Reaching up to grab his hands, you whine, making him sigh at you, his tongue running across his lips as you pout at him, trying to make him see reason.Â
âI didnât buy it... It was a gift from Mingyu.âÂ
Pressing his tongue into his cheek, Jeonghan lifts his brows, learning where your dress came from. He knew deep down that there was nothing between you and Mingyu but that didnât stop him from seeing red in that moment and it didnât stop him from making a split second decision. The sound of expensive buttons being flung across the roof makes you gasp as you lean back, looking down at your ruined dress as Jeonghan groans, leaning to kiss over the lace covering your breasts.Â
âJeonghanâŚWhat the fuck?âÂ
âIâll buy you another one. Iâll buy you a hundred more. Just donât say his name again, not tonight.â
Muttering against your chest, Jeonghan shakes his head, sliding his fingers along your shoulders to push the dress down your arms before he looks up to meet your eyes. You see no sense of regret or remorse in his eyes, just lust and something else that you arenât sure if you can name or that you want to.Â
Leaning your head back, you close your eyes, feeling Jeonghanâs lips move up the length of your neck towards your jaw. Chillbumps erupt along your skin as his fingers guide your dress down your arms, letting the material pool at your waist when you slip your hands from the sleeves.Â
âThen donât leave me like this alone.âÂ
You whine out the words so sweetly that Jeonghan smiles on your skin, a small chuckle escaping his lips before he sits back, shrugging off his jacket, letting you help him undo the buttons of his shirt. Your nails lightly scratch his chest as your eyes take in his handsome face. You had looked at him hundreds of times this closely before but this time felt different and on some levels, you knew this time would hurt your heart more in the morning.Â
Tossing his shirt to the side, Jeonghan reaches up to cup your cheek, leaning to brush his lips against yours with a soft sigh at the feeling of your kiss. You were giving into a feeling this time and he could tell. Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan uses his free hand to work open the clasp of your bra, feeling it give way as you arch your chest towards him, your hands holding tightly to his biceps as if grounding you to the roof and to him.Â
Cold air nips at your breasts when Jeonghan slides the lace from your body before warm breath walks across the same path. You feel his hands holding the arch of your back as your fingers push through his hair, a moan slipping from your lips at the feeling of his lips against your skin.
âPlease, JeonghanâŚâÂ
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan pauses, leaving his lips pressed against the soft skin of your breast, when you breathe out his name, begging for more. In what seems like just a span of a heartbeat, you find yourself on your back on the blanket, Jeonghan hovering over you, his longer dark hair framing his face as his eyes move over your face.Â
Lifting your hips, you find yourself shying away from Jeonghanâs attention as he slips the dress down your legs, a shaky breath escaping from between his lips at the sight of you bare in front of him. He knew it had just been a day since he had laid between your legs but every time felt like a privilege, especially this time.Â
âHoly shit, babyâŚâÂ
Trying to turn your head, Jeonghanâs long, slender fingers stop you. In Jeonghan's opinion, there was no reason for you to look away or for you to be embarrassed by anything. You were perfect.Â
Another soft, âplease...â reaches Jeonghanâs ears as his thumb brushes under your bottom lip, causing his brows to knit together just slightly. He had heard you beg before; he had even made you beg but he didnât want to make you beg or want anything this time. Tonight, he wanted to give you anything and everything you wanted. Tonight he wanted to prove something to you, even if it was just pretend.Â
Watching Jeonghan nod and move back to his knee, your eyes fall to his hands as he lets out a deep breath, working his belt open with shaky fingers. Sitting up, you listen to how Jeonghanâs breath changes when your hands take the place of his, your fingers steadily undoing his belt and his jeans, before you meet his eyes through lowered lashes.Â
Jeonghan canât help but smile, a laugh escaping from his lips on an exhale in reaction to even the smallest action from you. There was no denying that he was turned on but there was more to it that even he couldnât explain in a single night. Shaking his head, Jeonghan moves to his feet, his eyes still on yours, as you watch from the blanket as he sheds the last of his clothes before moving back to his knees and back into your touch.Â
Leaning his forehead against yours, Jeonghan groans, feeling the warmth of your body against his as he lays between your legs. Sliding your leg along his thigh, you rest your knee at his hip and run your fingers along his arm, enjoying the feeling of the weight of his body even as you ache for him between your thighs.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan licks his lips when he tries to move, his hand pushing against the blanket and you cling to him, keeping him close to you. Meeting your eyes, he finds a desperate look in your eyes that he knows he isnât going to be able to resist even before you speak.Â
âJustâŚplease? Fuck me, Jeonghan, please.âÂ
He hadnât prepped you and he hadnât touched you since yesterday but he could feel how aroused you were as his cock rested between your legs. Groaning, Jeonghan starts to shake his head in a feeble attempt to argue with you and reason with you but when you lift your hips and rub your pussy against him, every thought in his mind is lost. Instead, Jeonghan whispers your name on your lips as you kiss him and beg him again with your hand cupping his jaw.Â
Nodding, Jeonghan reaches between the two of you, lining himself up with you and listening to your breath hitch as he pushes into your tight walls slowly until he bottoms out, his hips resting fully against yours. With one hand resting beside your head, Jeonghan grips your hip with the other hand, resting his forehead against yours as he stays still for a moment to catch his breath as you clench around him.Â
The stretch is familiar and yet without the prep, though you had begged him to skip it, you find yourself needing the moment to adjust. Jeonghan wasnât too big but instead, it was as if his body was made for yours and he filled you perfectly. Once the initial pain of the stretch faded, only the feeling of euphoria and the need for him to move remained.Â
Lightly scratching your nails against the side of his neck, you swallow hard to catch your breath before nodding and lifting your hips as if trying to urge him without words. Jeonghan groans into a soft chuckle of your name that sounds like a plea for mercy before you swallow the sound with a kiss as your lips find his.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan rocks his hips towards yours, filling you once again deeply, causing you to moan into the kiss. Each thrust sends the knot in your stomach to tighten, pushing you towards the edge and your orgasm. The way that Jeonghan seems to know your body and how he finds just the right angle wordlessly, moaning his name as tears gather on the rims of your eyes, makes your head spin.Â
âBabyâŚâÂ
The pet name whispered against your cheek so softly that the tears that had collected in your eyes fell on a soft sob as you wrapped your arm around Jeonghanâs neck. You pull him closer to you not wanting him to see you cry from something other than pleasure. Closing his eyes tightly as his lips rest against the crook of your neck, Jeonghan hisses out something intelligible that he is afraid you might hear or he might regret as he feels you tightening around him, your orgasm ripping through you. There were three small words that he had tried so hard to keep to himself that could mean nothing or everything.Â
With a few more uneven thrusts, Jeonghan follows you over that edge, quickly pulling out of you to cum on to your stomach with a labored, breathy groan, his eyes searching for yours as you avoid him. He could see the tears that had streamed down your face and across your temples into your hair but he wasnât sure if they were good tears or not.Â
Reaching up to wipe his thumb under your eye, Jeonghan opens his mouth to speak but the words are hard to get out. There was so much he wished he could say to you if he werenât so stupid and scared, so instead he shifted to his other hand and wiped the tears from your other eye before using his shirt to clean your stomach silently.Â
After a few moments, silence was deafening, and you felt like you were going to scream if one of you didnât speak. It had never been this quiet after you and Jeonghan had fucked but then again, it had never felt like that before. Swallowing hard, you look up as Jeonghan finishes buttoning his shirt, your dress mostly covering your body.Â
âJeongââÂ
âY/NâŚâÂ
Both of you stop speaking. Having spoken over one another, a smile lifts at both of your lips and Jeonghan shakes his head, leaning down to pick up his jacket before he moves to put it on you. Moving around you, he meets your eyes as he zips up the jacket before leaning to press a kiss to your lips and you feel your heart beat hard and fast like itâs going to burst or break. You arenât sure which will happen first.Â
âLetâs get you to bed. Itâs late and Iâm sure Mingyu will call the cops if he wakes up and finds you missing from your bed.âÂ
Nodding, you feel Jeonghanâs fingers slide against your hand before his fingers lace with yours and he leads you back towards the door and back to reality, where the two of you could stop playing pretend. You feel the tears once again prickling at your eyes. Sniffling, you will the tears back, at least until you are safe in bed and away from Jeonghanâs watchful eye.Â
Jihoon lifts his brows as you swirl the wine glass in front of you thoughtfully before taking a sip. You glance towards where Soonyoung is talking to a pretty lady showing him another bottle of wine before you once again frown into your glass. It wasnât like you to be so quiet or to look so down.Â
You and Jihoon werenât as close as some of the others in the group. In truth, you and Soonyoung were closer but over the years, everyone had grown up. Personalities had changed and around a year ago, you had found yourself picking up the phone to text or call Jihoon more often for advice or just to talk.Â
âWanna join us for this wine tour, Y/N? You scheduled it.âÂ
Looking up from your glass, you meet Jihoonâs eyes with a look of surprise and guilt. You knew you had been more distracted and distant all day but hearing it from Jihoonâs mouth snapped you back to reality.Â
âIâm sorry, Jihoon... just a lot on my mind.âÂ
Nodding, Jihoon takes a sip of his wine, glancing towards Soonyoung, who seems oblivious to not only the conversation but any of the tension as he accepts a different glass of wine.Â
âI can tell. Maybe you need to just tell Jeonghan how you feel about him.âÂ
With your own glass sitting against your lips, at Jihoonâs words, you choke on your wine, watching the man smile and take another sip as if he had just told you about the weather. The sound of your coughing is finally what draws Soonyoung back to you, concern on his face as he pats your back, leaning to look at you closely.Â
âYou okay? Donât drink it so fast.âÂ
âSheâs fine, Soonyoung.âÂ
Nodding, you try to agree with Jihoon but Soonyoung takes the glass from your hand, leading you towards one of the empty tables, making Jihoon follow with a sigh.Â
âIâm okay, I promise.âÂ
Gesturing his hand out towards you as if to say, I told you so, Jihoon takes the seat across from you as Soonyoung sits beside you, his brows finally relaxing.Â
âOkay⌠you wanna keep going?âÂ
Jihoon watches you closely as you consider the question, your eyes falling to your phone in your hand. When you take longer than he feels necessary to answer, he purses his lips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist and looking towards Soonyoung, meeting his eyes. The two share a quick, silent conversation.Â
âIâI mean, yeah, course ââ
âI think Jeonghan canceled his plans on Shua today too.âÂ
Blinking a few times at Soonyoungâs words, you take a breath before leaning forward to rest your head in your hands. The warmth of Soonyoungâs hand running along your back is as soothing as it is humiliating as his words echo in your head.Â
âY/N⌠Itâs not a big deal.âÂ
Scoffing, you sit up, sniffing back any emotion that has come to the surface, before you look at either of your friends with a shrug. You had been careful. Clearly, Jeonghan had been the one to fuck up but maybe you could still keep this a secret on your part.Â
âWhat? Why would I care what heâs doing today?âÂ
Smirking, Jihoon lets out a breath that sounds more like a chuckle as he leans back in his chair, causing you to look in his direction. Meeting your eyes, the man lifts his hands in disbelief at your attempt to lie.Â
âReally? Thatâs how you are going to try to play this?âÂ
The look on Jihoonâs face made you want to smack him but you tried to keep a look of indifference on yours. Sighing, Soonyoung just shakes his head, resting his arm on your chair behind your back, tilting his head towards you.Â
âYou are dating him, arenât you? I meanâŚkinda what it seems like. Heâs all over you and if anyone even looks at you for too long, we get a death stare from him. Even MingyuâŚâ Smiling, Soonyoung lifts his hand from the chair to brush under his nose, amused as he speaks. âEspecially Mingyu.âÂ
Sighing as you lift, you reach for your wine, taking a sip of it and lifting your shoulders in mild defeat. Soonyoung wasnât telling you anything you didnât know. After last night and the state of your dress lying in your suitcase, hiding from Mingyu, you knew that Jeonghan had the wrong impression of your relationship with himâor he just didnât want to understand it.Â
âItâs not my fault he canât control his face. At least this isnât my fault.âÂ
Sharing another look with Soonyoung, Jihoon smiles at you before finally laughing as he looks down at his fingers around the stem of his wine glass.Â
âUh, Y/N, you both fucked up if your goal was to keep your...â Furrowing his brows, Jihoon meets your eyes, looking for a bit of clarification, getting none before he continues. âRelationship, a secret.âÂ
Now it was you who needed the clarification. You couldnât think of a single time that you had been careless enough to make your relationship with Jeonghan as obvious as Jihoon was making it seem. Lifting your brows, you whine Jihoonâs name, making the man lower his head and nod before he continues with his explanation.Â
âAbout a month ago, you called me around like, fuck, two in the morning. You were wasted and Iâm pretty sure you were hanging out at Cheolâs.â Sighing, Jihoon looks at Soonyoung as if looking for moral support as he continues. âYou said something about wanting me to keep a secret about Jeonghan. No matter what I said, I couldnât stop you, so you told me you were sleeping with him.âÂ
There wasnât enough wine or water in all of Paris to help the way that your mouth went dry at Jihoonâs words. You knew that you got drunk with Seungcheol on occasion and you also knew that there were a few times you couldn't remember the night before. You also knew there were nights you would see phone calls or texts to friends, mostly Jeonghan, that you couldnât remember the next day, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you would do something like what Jihoon was recounting for you.Â
Wincing in embarrassment for you, Soonyoung watches you stare at your wine glass for a full minute before you slide your purse on to your shoulder and clear your throat.Â
âUh⌠Iâm so fucking sorry, Jihoon. Iâm sorry to both of you. For today and for that night. FuckâŚfor any night that I have done anything stupid like that.âÂ
When you start to stand up to leave, Soonyoung reaches out to take your hand with a frown on his face. You close your eyes, feeling his thumb press against your palm as he grounds you to the moment, his voice soothing you like his hand had rubbed your back moments before.Â
âNo one is mad at you or upset. Honestly, not many others really know. Some of them assume something is up but personally, I just want you both to be happy. You clearly like each other.âÂ
Closing your eyes, you swallow hard feeling tears that threaten to fall as they collect behind your lashes. It wasnât that simple, but neither of your friends knew that. Shaking your head, you carefully pull your hand from Soonyoungâs.Â
âIâm just a phase, Soonie. IâI gotta go. Have a good day. SorryâŚâÂ
Barely meeting Jihoonâs eyes, you see him start to speak as you reach up to wipe away a tear as quickly as it falls before you slip past a group of people moving into the winery.Â
âFuck.âÂ
Nodding along with Soonyoungâs one word response to your exit, Jihoon sighs as you walk out of the door. He felt like he could have handled the situation better but he hoped you needed the push.Â
Watching Jeonghan from his bed, Joshua lifts his brow as Jeonghan sighs for the umpteenth time. They had plans to go on a walking tour, to see the Eiffel Tower, the Seine River, and maybe even get some food before the end of the day, but now Joshua was feeling like those plans were changing.Â
Lifting his hand to rub at his eyes, Jeonghan tries to push you from his mind and the tears he had seen on your cheeks as he had walked back to your room with you. He tried to forget the sad smile you had given him as you said goodnight and handed him back his jacketâthe jacket he was thinking about putting on for the day. Now the jacket was lying on his bed, and he had stared at it, sighed at it, and walked away from it multiple times as his best friend watched thoughtfully.Â
âDid the jacket offend your family?âÂ
Laughing into a breath, Jeonghan slides his hand down his face and over his lips as he shakes his head. He knew Joshua was trying to lighten the mood and make him laugh but he had no idea what was really going on. As far as Jeonghan knew, no one knew about his arrangement with youâwell, besides Dokyeom but he was clearly just observant.Â
âNahâŚjust not sure I wanna wear it.âÂ
Sighing, Joshua purses his lips as Jeonghan picks up the jacket and brings it to his nose, taking in a breath before shaking his head. Either he hadnât washed the jacket in a long time or something else had happened with it that he wasnât telling Joshua about, which only meant one thing.Â
âSo, did you wanna tell me what's going on? This have anything to do with the texts Iâm getting from Jihoon about how fucking depressed Y/N seems today?âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan looks down at the jacket in his hands. It smelled like you, not just your perfume but just you and he knew if he wore it today he would be even more lost in his head. Joshuaâs words pull him back from his thoughts but only make him put up an instant facade as Jeonghan smiles and shakes his head.Â
âHuh? What do you mean? Is she, uh, she okay? Should I text her?â The facade starts to crack the moment he tries to talk about you; no matter how good of a liar Jeonghan could be when it came to you, it was becoming harder to pretend. Licking his lips, Jeonghan looks down and manages to continue what he was saying. âIâm not sure what I could say to help her, but I could check on her if you think I should.âÂ
Laying his jacket across a chair, Jeonghan shakes his head at his own weakness, knowing he must look like an idiot. As Joshua just sighs and sits up on the bed. He knew that look even without actually seeing it. He had been best friends with Joshua Hong for nearly a decade; they were closer to brothers than friends at this point and if there was anyone that it was difficult to lie to, it was him.Â
âStop. Iâve pretended not to notice because you two obviously wanted to keep it a secret but I know you better than almost anyone.â Tilting his head, Joshua watches Jeonghan scoff as he listens to him speak. âI thought you would just tell me when you were ready but something happened, so just fucking talk to me, man. I hate seeing you miserable. I donât like seeing Y/N upset either.âÂ
Reaching up to once again pinch the bridge of his nose like he is getting a headache, Jeonghan moves back to his bed, sitting down on it with a loud sigh. The sigh was one of defeat mixed with relief as he finally met Joshuaâs eyes and nodded.Â
âI fucked up. I could have fucked anyone else and it wouldnât have mattered but itâs been her.âÂ
Joshuaâs shoulders lift as he takes in a deep breath, getting confirmation of what he had assumed to be true. He knew things had been different for months but he also knew that even if Jeonghan hadnât wanted to admit it to you or to most of the others, he had had a crush on you for years.Â
âOkay⌠So, like last night or?âÂ
The question hangs in the air until Jeonghan tilts his head and winces out of embarrassment and anxiety. Joshua had known the answer to his own questions but that hadnât stopped him from hoping this wasnât as messy as it seemed. With the look on Jeonghanâs face, he knew it was a potential tangled web that could lead to the end of friendships.Â
âShitâI..okay, I mean, I figured, but...âÂ
Scoffing in disbelief, Jeonghan leans over his knees, putting his head in his hands. Had he been that obvious. He knew he had gotten a little jealous lately and maybe a bit more careless when it came to how he was acting towards Mingyu, but otherwise he felt like he wasnât that transparent.Â
âI assume you arenât dating.âÂ
Shaking his head, still unable to meet Joshuaâs eyes out of fear of what he will find in them, Jeonghan runs his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes.Â
âBut you are, and correct me if Iâm wrong here. You are in love with her.âÂ
Fingers dig into his scalp hard as Joshua says the words out loud so flippantly. Narrowing his eyes, Joshua leans forward to watch Jeonghan as he processes what he had said before he sits up and slaps his hands down over his thighs with an unamused laugh.Â
âBecause Iâm an idiot.â Rolling his eyes, Jeonghan still avoids Joshuaâs as his voice wavers even slightly. âYou know we came up with rules? I came up with most of them when we decided to do this.â Pushing his thumbs into the meat of his thighs, Jeonghan lets out an unamused laugh as he seems to bask in his stupidity and the levity of the situation. âAll because I wanted her to agree to sleeping with me because I thought that was the only way Iâd get her to be with me.âÂ
While Joshua could see how, where, and why the arrangement came to be, it still made him sad as he watched his best friend breakdown. He had never been in a similar situation and he didnât think of you in the same way, but he did see how Jeonghan looked at you.Â
âWhy would that be the only way? Why didnât you just ask her out?â Scoffing, Joshua gestures towards his friend as if trying to get him to see reason as he speaks, his voice kind but firm. âWhy donât you ask her out now?âÂ
Now Joshua was being ridiculous. He knew his best friend was intelligentâperhaps one of his smartest friendsâbut that idea sounded akin to driving his car into the ocean. Jeonghan wasnât sure what he would do if he knew for sure that you didnât care about him in the same way.Â
âAnd risk losing one of my best friends? Are you fucking insane? She doesnât like me like that, Shua.âÂ
Standing up, Jeonghan starts to pace. The weight of Joshuaâs eyes is heavy but somehow it is still a comfort, even when he knows that he is frustrated with him. Narrowing his eyes, Joshua looks away from Jeonghan after a moment to look at his phone, seeing a text message from his group chat with Jihoon and Soonyoung. Lifting the phone from the bed, he scoffs under his breath, glancing towards the man in front of him as Jeonghan gnaws at his thumbnail, lost in thought.Â
"Clearly, she does. Jihoon said sheâs not going to make it through the wine tour with them.â Glancing back down at his phone, Joshua texts back as he speaks quietly, knowing Jeonghan is still paying attention to him. âAnd I know we arenât going out. You two need to fucking talk.âÂ
Jeonghanâs mouth starts to open, only to close when he meets Joshuaâs eyes as he looks over his phone. He knew it wasnât a suggestion but the idea of it was terrifying.Â
âFigure it out, Jeonghan. Donât throw away your friendship and the potential of something else over your pride.âÂ
Sliding off the bed to stand up, Joshua pats Jeonghan on the shoulder, making sure to meet his eyes and see some understanding behind them before heading to the door.Â
You hadnât necessarily needed a shower after your failed trip to the winery, but the hot water running over your face and body felt good and it had washed away your tears. The only unfortunate thing was that it only lasted as long as you stayed in the shower and as you sat on your bed, skin still slightly damp under loose clothes, you felt the weight of everything pushing back down on you.Â
It wasnât supposed to be like this. There had been rules to stop any of this pain and yet from the first time that you and Jeonghan had slept together, there had been pain. You had known then that you should have stopped but you didnât want to. You didnât want to stop that time or any other time after it, not even last night, as your heart felt like it was breaking into two. It was only the day after you felt like the most idiotic person on the face of the planet, thinking you could have more with someone who didnât love you back, that you regretted it all.Â
Maybe it was time to end it.Â
Leaning to pick up your cell phone, you stare at Jeonghanâs name for a moment before pressing your thumb down over his name and putting the phone to your ear, listening to it try to connect. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, only to furrow your brows a moment later when you hear his ring tone as if it's just outside of your door.Â
âHey, let me in, please.âÂ
His voice was quiet but you could still hear him from two places, your phone and on the other side of the door. Taking a breath, you look at your phone, hearing the sound of a phone call ending knowing that he is waiting for you to open the door.Â
It was a simple task. Get up, unlock the door, open it, and greet Jeonghan, but as you looked at the door, knowing he was on the other side after everything that had already happened today and after what had happened last night it felt like you were preparing to scale Mount Everest.Â
With one last deep breath, you move to your feet, take the few steps that feel like miles to the door and open it to meet Jeonghanâs eyes. You werenât sure what you had expected to see when you saw him. Perhaps you had expected the usual with himâhis handsome face and cocky smirk on his face but instead you were met with a solemn look and dark circles from a restless night.Â
âI just⌠can we talk?âÂ
Nodding, you step to the side, letting Jeonghan move past you into the room as he pushes his hands into his jean pockets, only to take them out again out of nerves. Jeonghan had always been one of the most confident people you had known but today looking at him, you were seeing a different man.Â
You were seeing the man that you saw late at night when he buried his face against your neck and muttered sweetly about it being the best place on earth. You were seeing the man who made you cry after those moments when he wouldnât call you until three days later, seemingly just disappearing. This was the man who kept you on an emotional rollercoaster.Â
âYeahâŚI think we need to. I have something I wanna talk to you about too.âÂ
Closing his eyes for a few seconds, Jeonghan feels his heart in his throat before he tries to put on a facade, not knowing that itâs cracked, when he turns to look at you, offering you a sad smile.Â
âYeah? YouâŚyouâuh, wanna go first then?âÂ
Maybe after what Joshua had told him, he didnât have to be the first one to say it. The words were so terrifying to him. Those words made him feel like you were going to run away from him and losing you as a friend and a lover was enough to make him feel like his chest was going to explode.Â
Shaking your head, you lift your brows, offering Jeonghan an unamused laugh as you move back towards your bed to sit down, pulling your legs up to criss-cross them under you. Watching him move towards you, Jeonghan pauses to meet your eyes before he sits down apprehensively beside you.Â
âSure⌠Iâve been thinking and I love â â The words get caught in your throat but Jeonghan hears the word love, causing him to sit up, only for his heart to pound in his ears as you keep speaking. âLoved the sex but I donât think I can do it anymore. YouâWe said we could call it off at any time.âÂ
The words make sense to Jeonghan but it is like he is in a tunnel where the wind is too loud for him to actually pick up on the sound of your voice as he stares at you, seeing your lips moving. You were asking to stop. You wanted to end it. That wasnât what he thought you were going to say even if it made sense with the look he had seen in your eyes last night and with what Joshua had said earlier.Â
âJeonghan? YouâI mean⌠It's nothing serious. Thatâs what you said. Youâve made that very clear, several times.âÂ
A smile pulls at Jeonghanâs lips before he laughs but you can tell he isnât happy and nothing is funny. You know Jeonghan well enough to know when he is deflecting and when he is in pain. Shaking his head, Jeonghan looks down at his hands before closing his eyes, muttering to himself something you canât quite make out.Â
âWhat? You were too quiet, I couldnât ââÂ
âI just saidâI said Iâm stupid.âÂ
Neither of you move; the room is silent as you watch with furrowed brows as Jeonghan reaches up to wipe under his eye, keeping his face hidden with his dark hair. You had seen Jeonghan cry before over serious things but something like thisâthe loss of a meaningless relationshipâwasn't something you thought he would be upset over. You, on the other hand, felt like you were breaking as you watched the man you loved be upset, feeling like you couldnât do anything to help him.Â
âDonât say that about yourself. Youâve done nothing ââÂ
Scoffing, Jeonghan glances at you, making you pause when you see the disappointment on his face. Sitting up, he turns towards you, starting to reach for your hand. He stops short, closing his hand into a loose fist and resting it on your knee.Â
âI have done everything wrong, so I know you want to be nice and tell me to be kinder to myself but, Y/N, Iâm so fucking stupid. Is it not painfully obvious that I am in love with you?âÂ
You look at Jeonghan with the same expression as you would a complex piece of literature. It was as if he had just tried to explain your feelings back to you, making you feel exposed to the sun. Shaking your head, you try to come up with the right words, only to let out a soft exhale of Jeonghanâs name, looking away.Â
Finally scooting closer to take your hand in his, Jeonghan feels the hole in the pit of his stomach struggling to fill as he tries to salvage what he feels like he has ruined. Lifting his other hand, Jeonghan timidly dares to run his fingers along your jaw, turning your face towards him so he can meet your eyes once again.Â
âI told you yesterday that I donât deserve this... I donât deserve you and I meant it, but baby, I love you so fucking much.â Swallowing down his emotion, Jeonghan licks his lips as he searches your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction, his hand trembling against your neck. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry that I did it like this. I told you, Iâm stupid.âÂ
It wasnât fair; none of this was fair. It wasnât fair that you felt like melting into Jeonghanâs touch or that you wanted to run away from him. It didnât feel real and you had never imagined that Yoon Jeonghan would fall in love with you. You were just his stupid friend that he happened to be attracted to, but now he was telling you that everything you felt, he felt too.Â
âWhat the hell, Jeonghan?âÂ
Your voice causes Jeonghanâs eyes to close; that whine in your voice sounds like the rejection that he was so terrified of. You look over his handsome face, feeling his hand fall from your neck when you make the leap, leaning forward to brush your lips against his.Â
Jeonghan gasps at the feeling, his hand reaching back out, holding the back of your neck and pulling you in closer, your lips firmly against his as he furrows his brows. He knew that if you actually wanted him to let you go, he would. He would give you anything you wanted. He would have given you anything from day one if he hadnât been so afraid.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, Jeonghan listens to your soft breaths, your hands now clinging to the front of his shirt as if to keep him close to you. You hadnât said anything back but right now he wasnât sure he even needed you to; he just needed to know that you wanted him and you didnât want him to leave.Â
Lips brush against your cheek before Jeonghan whispers your name like a question, sitting back to look at you, searching for his answer. A nod and look of desperation in your eyes is enough for him to pull you into his lap and have his lips back on yours as his hands roamed your back under your shirt, feeling your skin under his fingers.Â
Whining his name once again, you run your fingers through Jeonghanâs hair as you arch your chest against his, feeling chill bumps erupt along your skin at his touch. There was nothing that you wanted more than that feeling, the feeling of his hands on your body and his lips on your skin.Â
Whispering âplease,â you meet Jeonghanâs eyes as he groans, feeling you roll your hips over his. This hadnât been his plan but he wasnât going to deny you. He could feel his cock starting to get hard with every gentle grind of your hips over him and you were driving him crazy while making him fall in love with you all over again as he stared up at you.Â
âIâll give you whatever you wantâeverythingâanything; just ask for it.âÂ
Moving to your knees, you rest your hands on Jeonghanâs shoulders, tilting your head to press your lips to his once more before speaking against them as you feel his hands rest under your ass.Â
âMake love to me then, thatâs what I want.âÂ
A breathy moan escapes from between your lips when Jeonghan lays you on your back and hovers over you, brushing his thumb across your cheek while admiring you. He had looked at you before but now he was wondering if he had ever really looked at you. He was noticing little things about the color of your eyes, freckles on your face, and how his heart was beating so hard.Â
âI love you.âÂ
He had told you that he was in love with you but it was different hearing him say it that way and while he was looking at you like this. It felt real. Closing your eyes you feel the familiar tears start to well up in your eyes causing you to fight them as you reach up to hold Jeonghanâs wrist in case he were to change his mind.Â
When tears do finally run from the corners of your eyes along your temples, Jeonghan takes a deep breath leaning to rest his forehead against yours letting you cling to him. He knew now that the tears last night were sad like he had feared. Making a silent promise to himself to make up for it, Jeonghan kisses you gently, his thumb brushing away some of your tears as he speaks against your lips quietly.Â
âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
You nod, nudging your nose against Jeonghanâs as your hands move to find the end of his shirt, working it up his torso. You feel the way his stomach tightens under your fingers when he takes a deep breath before sitting back to let you pull his shirt over his head.
The fabric falls from your fingers onto the bed, your eyes moving from Jeonghanâs face over his chest and down his stomach to where your fingers rest on the top of his jeans. Taking a deep breath, Jeonghan leans his head back to the feeling of your gentle touch and the much needed relief as you work the zipper of his jeans down.Â
âFuckâŚLet me take care of you this time. Please?âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan is happy to see the way you bite at your lips, your pretty smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you tilt your head on the bed to look at him almost innocently. Nodding, you lift your hips, letting Jeonghan shimmy your shorts down your legs. Licking his lips, Jeonghan kicks his jeans and boxers away. His eyes stay fixed on you, studying you as if you were a piece of art to be admired.Â
âI love every part of this and if you want me to make love to you, let me do it right.âÂ
Arching your back, you let Jeonghan slide your shirt up and over your head. He was once again really looking at you as he moved back on to the bed and between your legs. You were bare in front of him and everything about you was perfect as he studied your body. He took note of every single mole and even the smallest of scars, stopping to kiss them on the way to lying between your thighs.Â
Warm breath causes you to close your eyes and push your head back against the pillow. The first brush of Jeonghanâs tongue between your folds allows the tip of it to tease your clit, make your toes curl and gasp his name.Â
Getting a taste of you had never been enough for Jeonghan and this time he was going to enjoy it as if it were the last time, just in case it was. He wanted you to remember the way his name felt on your lips. He wanted you to remember how his mouth felt between your legs and how his fingers felt buried deep inside you as he curled them back towards your stomach, making you arch off the bed.Â
You gasp for a breath between moans. Reaching between your legs, you thread your fingers in Jeonghanâs hair as you push your hips towards his mouth, hearing him groan against your folds. He knew you inside and out and yet he had never made you cum so hard and so fast before.Â
âOh my god, Jeonghan, I canâtâah!âÂ
Using his thumb to rub circles against your clit, Jeonghan watches you lift your hips, searching for your second orgasm, as he licks your cum from his lips. When you fall apart for a second time on his fingers, Jeonghan furrows his brows, cursing under his breath at the sight. There were few things on Earth that were that beautiful.Â
Fingers carefully slip from you, making you whine at how empty you suddenly feel but once you glance at Jeonghan resting between your legs, sucking his fingers clean, you moan, lifting your hand to cover your face. He was such a handsome man and he was doing something that seemed so dirty.Â
Smiling, Jeonghan tilts his head while watching you cover your face. He loved that no matter how much dirty shit had come out of your mouth in the past or how much the two of you had done, you always seemed so innocent. You were perfect in his eyes.Â
Carefully pulling your hand from your face, Jeonghan presses his lips to your knuckles, looking down at you. You canât help but notice the way your body heats up at the simple action and the way your heart tightens seeing him smile against your fingers.Â
âYou are so beautiful; donât hide.âÂ
Pressing your lips together, you can only see Jeonghanâs gaze as he moves your hand back to the bed beside your head, his thumb pressing to your palm gently before he lets go completely. You were used to Jeonghan being more rushed with you. Not necessarily rough but you both knew what you liked in bed and it wasnât that he was treating you like he was now; it wasnât something you didnât like; it had just never been on the table. How he was treating you now was intimate; he was treating you like a man in love, like he said he was.Â
Brushing his lips against yours, Jeonghan smiles, feeling you do the same. He didnât think there was a need to rush anything, especially if he was going to treat this like it might be the last time. You hadnât told him how you felt and though he was hopeful, he wasnât going to put words in your mouth.Â
You moan softly against Jeonghanâs lips. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance as his hand runs along your outer thigh to your knee and Jeonghan urges your leg up towards his hip. With his free hand, Jeonghan holds himself steady even as he groans on your lips, feeling your warm, wet walls pull him in and clench around his cock.Â
Wrapping your leg around Jeonghanâs back, you let your head fall back, his thumb pressing against your skin just under your knee as he thrusts into you slowly and deeply. Pulling him in closer with your leg wrapped around him, you whisper Jeonghanâs name when he doesnât start moving immediately. You knew that he liked to let you adjust but your desire for him was outweighing anything else.Â
Nodding, Jeonghan moves his hand from your leg to cup your cheek, resting his forehead against yours as he rocks his hips to meet yours in a smooth, deep thrust that makes you moan out a sound similar to a sob. Jeonghan could tell the difference now as tears started to fall from your eyes, these tears were from pleasure and not because you were sad. These tears he would want to see any day of the week. Jeonghan would die to hear you sob his name as you clenched around his cock and begged him so sweetly not to stop.Â
âIâm not, baby⌠you are so fucking perfect. Holy shit, I know I ââ Groaning as he feels you clench hard around him, Jeonghan pauses to take a breath before burying himself inside of you as deep as possible feeling your thigh tremble as it rests against his side. âI know Iâve said it a few times nowâŚbut I love you. Fuck, I love you, not just this but you. Need you to understand that.âÂ
Your fingers scratch as Jeonghanâs shoulders as you feel the pressure building and the cord winding tighter and tighter as he pushes you towards another orgasm. Itâs only his words that keep you grounded and make you whimper his name as you pull his mouth to yours to make him stop talking when you fall apart for him once again.Â
Trying to breathe into your kiss, Jeonghan furrows his brows tightly, feeling the way your pussy hugs him and then tightens around him like a vice when you cum around him. His thrusts slow only for a moment before becoming harder and filled with even more purpose as Jeonghan starts to chase his own release.Â
A choke groan gets caught in his throat when Jeonghan cums, filling you with each one of his thrusts. Your fingers dig into his shoulder and bicep, leaving half-moon divots to mark where you have been as he pushes you towards the headboard with each deep thrust.Â
Soft lips walk across your throat and up to your jaw before finally making their way to your lips, pulling you back to reality. Jeonghan listens to your small whine when he slips from you once again, leaving you empty. Your arms and legs felt like they were being held up by strings until they were finally on the mattress and you found it hard to make them move again, causing you to pout and Jeonghan to laugh softly against your lips at your reaction to how tired you are.Â
âTired, baby?âÂ
You nod, leaning your head into Jeonghanâs palm as he brushes his hand over the side of your head and over your hair. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel his eyes searching your face for answers and you knew it was the one he was looking for. You hadnât been ready to give it to him at first but the more you lay in his arms and even considered anything different, the more your heart told you that you already knew.Â
âI love you, Jeonghan.âÂ
Finally hearing you tell him that you love him, Jeonghan closes his eyes and leans forward to rest his face against the crook of your neck with a sigh. You can almost feel the weight lift from him as he nods against your skin, placing a kiss on your neck before muttering quietly against the column of your neck.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
With his headphones half on his head, Mingyu stands in the doorway of his shared hotel room only for a moment before groaning and lifting his hand to cover his eyes at the sight in front of him. He had assumed that you and Jeonghan were together and after talking to Dokyeom, he knew even moreâhe knew more of the drama behind itâbut clearly, that was hopefully a thing of the past.Â
He just hadnât wanted to be privy to it.Â
Glancing towards the door and hearing the sound of a groan, you smack Jeonghanâs shoulder, causing him to look in the direction of your shocked face. Nothing of what had happened had been the plan, or else he would have told Dokyeom to keep Mingyu out of the room.Â
âGyu! Can you go? I am trying to do something here if you donât ââÂ
"Literally, stop talking to me while you are naked. Iâm gonna go stay in Dokyeomâs room.âÂ
You watch the door close, hearing the lock click in place, before meeting Jeonghanâs eyes, who shakes his head like Mingyu has done something wrong.Â
âHe didnât know. Why are you mad at him? This is his room, Jeonghan.âÂ
Jeonghan silences you with a kiss making you sigh against his lips as he speaks between kisses.Â
âIâm not mad.â Seeing you smile, Jeonghan kisses you softly once more before cautiously adding, âI just didnât want him to interrupt my first time actually getting to fuck my girlfriend. Is that so wrong of me?âÂ
Narrowing your eyes, you feel your cheeks burn at Jeonghanâs choice of wording but you still canât keep the smile off your face, feeling his fingers running along your stomach as he moves to lay beside you, pulling you into his arms.Â
âOh? Is that what happened? Is that who I am?âÂ
Jeonghan nods, wrapping his arm tightly around you, pulling you on your side to face him so his fingers can draw small circles on the small of your back as he looks into your eyes.Â
âI fucking hope so.âÂ
Sitting on Dokyeomâs bed, Mingyu stares at the wall while Dokyeom stares at him, wondering what happened, until finally his friend looks at him and shudders in a full body cringe.Â
âThey were naked and possiblyâyou know. I will never be the same.âÂ
Making a face, Dokyeom pats Mingyu on the back before tilting his head and shrugging.Â
âWell, itâs about damn time but better you see it than me.âÂ
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Cute fluffy love :]
#the amazing digital circus#tdac#tadc#tadc art#tadc fanart#tadc comic#tadc caine#tadc kinger#kinger x caine#royalteeth#kingleader#slop comic#I felt like making a serious comic for once#sorry no comedy here only fluff#they are so cute together pleaseee#if you guys want more cute stuff like this reblog#and comment also
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elle⌠elle⌠imagine me crawling into ur inbox like iâm crawling through the desert like i havenât had water in days⌠i have a request.
do you think maybe maybe we can get just some potter!reader and james sibling interactions⌠iâve been thinking abt it so hard i love u ok bye
hahaha here, have a quick little baby blurb starring our favourite siblings
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who is spending the hols with the Potters, apparently [638 words]
CW: siblings, swearing, island of misfit toys, reference to The Shining
âWhatâs everyone doing for the hols?â Peter asked around a bite of his toast to the rather large group gathered at the Gryffindor table that morning.Â
Marlene waxed poetic about how she was going to Tuscany with her folks and lamented that she wasnât going to get to see Dorcas even once, whilst Dorcas simply rolled her eyes and stated she was going to be skiing with her parents in Switzerland and was really looking forward to it.Â
Lily was going to be visiting some of her relatives but was happy to announce that she was going to be visiting Mary for a weekend at her home.
Remus admitted that it was going to be a quiet affair at the Lupin cottage in Wales but would be spending a weekend at the Potter manor to visit Sirius (and James! Donât forget James!).Â
âHow about you, Junior?â Peter asked cautiously; always worried of eliciting any sort of response from the Slytherin boy, though not wanting to insult him by not asking him as well.Â
Barty looked up from his book to see the table's eyes on him. âUhm, Iâm just staying here.â He responded simply, causing you to start shaking your head in disagreement as you worked to swallow the bite of food youâd just taken.Â
âNo.â You amended. âYouâre staying with me.â
âI am?â He asked as James gasped âhe is!?âÂ
You nodded simply as you took a sip of your tea. âI asked mum and dad last week, they said it was fine.âÂ
And if Barty had been mad that youâd asked your parents for such a thing, or upset that you didnât deign to inform him of these plans, he didnât show it as he offered you an agreeable shrug and moved back to his book.Â
âExcuse me.â James deadpanned as he stared daggers at you. âNo one asked me.â
âWhy in the buggering fuck would I have asked you, Jamie?â You spat back at him.
âUhm, because itâs my house too!?â
âNo one asked me when you moved in the creepy twins from The Shining! No offence, boys.â You amended quickly as you offered an apologetic smile in Sirius and Regulusâ direction, which earned you a simultaneous ânone takenâ from Regulus and an offended âwe duel at dawn, Troubleâ from Sirius.Â
âWell-...â James started, though he couldnât seem to find an argument as you raised a brow at him. âWell I justâŚthink someone ought to have informed me, is all.â He finished haughtily.
âYeah, okay.â You offered sarcastically. âIâll be sure to give you ample notice next time.â
âNext time!?â James beseeched. âYou canât keep bringing them home!â
âWhy not!? You get to have two of them!?â
The two of you continued verbally sparring as Barty, Sirius, and Regulus all exchanged a look at being referred to as them.Â
âYouâre being ridiculous; itâs not a competition.â James spat pretentiously.Â
âNo?â You said, causing everyone else in the group to brace themselves at what was no doubt going to be a special brand of Potter nonsensory. âIn that case, Iâm going to go see if the Rosierâs want to join us.â
James stared at you with his mouth agape as you made to stand from the bench. âYou wouldnât.â
âWatch me.â You challenged before taking off towards the Ravenclaw table where you knew at least one Rosier would be sitting.
âFuck.â James hissed, now standing as well as he began frantically searching the Great Hall. âUhm⌠oh, Fenwick! Need somewhere to crash for the holidays!?â
"I'm sorry I asked." Peter let out with a heavy sigh as Regulus muttered something French and likely very unflattering regarding his boyfriend under his breath.
âPotter Manor; home of misfit wix.â Remus mumbled, earning him an indignant âoi!â from his boyfriend, âwatch who youâre calling misfits, Lupinâ from Regulus, and a snort of laughter from Barty.
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#barty gate#barty crouch junior#barty crouch jr#barty#slytherin skittles#the slytherin skittles#barty crouch jr imagine#barty crouch jr x reader#barty crouch jr x you#fluff#comedy#siblings#ellecdc fics
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More Faun Art (pun intended) because I haven't drawn enough self-indulgent fluff while working on my AU and I'm starting to HATE my drawings because of it. So I took a break! Introducing my yet unnamed Chaggie fanchild and a peek of my art process as a treat. Hope you like em! ^v^đ
-Bubblyđ
#spacebubblearts#hazbin hotel#fanchild#fankid#radioapple#appleradio#chaggie#alastor x lucifer#lucifer x alastor#lucifer morningstar#hazbin alastor#charlie x vaggie#vaggie x charlie#charlie morningstar#hazbin vaggie#angel x demon#character design#bisexual#aroace#comedy king#devil queen#art process#fanart#baby pictures#fluff#goat demon#moth demon#hazbin niffty#hazbin husk#angel dust
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"Am I but a fool?"
#showtime ship#tadc showtime#caine x pomni#pomni x caine#tadc#the amazing digital circus#caine#pomni tadc#caine tadc#I woke up and chose violence on my emotions#I know mostly I draw comedy or fluff but I had this idea sitting in my brain and I had to make people feel pain like I do /j
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Deadly Indifference | one-shot
Deadpool X M!Reader
tw: swearing, mentions of sew a slide thoughts (from both tbh)
Summary: Deadpool wants you to show emotion. (And bugs the crap out of you.)
You sat tied to a chair, remarkably composed despite the circumstances. Itâs been your third time getting kidnapped this week and itâs only Tuesday. The man who kidnapped you mustâve died already because a man in red and black walked through the door. He mimed the motion of up and down that you felt too familiar to notice.
âHey there, buddy,â Deadpool chimed cheerfully, pacing around you. The ropes that tied your wrists to the chair felt surprisingly loose.âYou know, most people would be sweating their balls off right about now. But, youâre just chillinâ. I like that.â
You glanced up at him with a mild shrug, a gesture that only seemed to fuel Deadpoolâs curiosity.
Heâs a chatterbox.
âI gotta admit,â Deadpool continued, leaning in close with an exaggerated whisper, his mouth touching your ear. âIâm kinda into this whole âI donât give a crap if Deadpool kills meâ vibe youâve got going on. Itâs refreshing. Itâs⌠kinda hot.â
You raised an eyebrow, your expression betraying a hint of amusement. What is he even saying?
âAre we gonna do this or what?â you asked, your voice flat.
Deadpool stepped back, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense. âWow, straight to the point! I like it. No foreplay, just bam, letâs get this show on the road. Alright, letâs see if I can make you squeal.â
âGood luck with that,â you replied dryly.
âOkay, tough guy,â Deadpool muttered, starting to circle you with exaggerated steps. âYou know, most people are all âOh no, Deadpool, please donât hurt me! I have a family!ââ He gave a side eye (somehow?) through the mask. Or theyâll say âNo, I havenât closed my tabs and my web browser history isnât deleted!â But you, youâre just sitting there like youâre waiting for your Uber Eats.â
âI did order some food before I got kidnapped,â you replied. âIt might be waiting outside.â
Deadpool paused, tilting his head. âWhat did you get?â
âChimichangas,â you said with a faint hunger in your eyes.
Deadpoolâs eyes widened behind his mask. âYouâre serious?â
âYep. Thought Iâd try them out.â
Deadpoolâs posture relaxed, and he leaned against the back of your chair. Putting his arm on top of your head like youâve been childhood best friends. âYou know, I like you. Youâve got style. Most people donât appreciate a good chimichanga.â
He said, as if he wasnât trying to kill you two minutes prior.
âAre we going somewhere with this?â you asked, your tone still indifferent. You brought this question up a second time. Was he still trying to kill you?
âRight, right, getting sidetracked,â Deadpool said, snapping back to the task at hand. âSo, hereâs the deal: Iâm gonna try and scare the crap out of you, and youâre gonna react like a normal human being. Got it?â
âSure,â you agreed, not sounding convinced.
âAlright!â Deadpool clapped his hands together. âLetâs start with something simple. How about⌠I cut off a finger?â
You held up your hand, which was still loosely tied. âYou gonna untie me first, or do I do it myself?â
Deadpool rolled his eyes. âYouâre really killing the vibe here, you know that?â
You shrugged again. âLook, man, itâs been a long week. Just get on with it.â
Deadpool sighed dramatically. âOkay, okay. Plan B.â He suddenly leaned in close, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. âWe are going to start an only fans.â
You looked at him, deadpan. âSeriously? No one is going to pay for that shit.â
âHey, people totally dig the whole âI got kidnapped by a hot anti-hero and now Iâm slowly falling for them.â Deadpool retorted, pointing at the screen, hoping whoever reading this did not have a watt pad phase.
âThis is ridiculous,â you muttered.
âYouâre right,â Deadpool said, standing up straight and tossing the a coin aside. âYou know what? Youâre impossible to scare. So, Iâm gonna make you wish youâd never crossed paths with me.â
Without warning, he drew one of his katanas and sliced a shallow cut across your cheek. The cold steel was sharp, precise, and for the first time, you felt a sting of pain.
The burn of cut flesh.
âFinally,â you muttered, almost relieved.
Deadpool noticed the change in your eyesâthe hint of happiness, the glimmer of anticipation. He smirked under his mask, raising the blade as if to deliver the final blow.
You closed your eyes, ready to embrace the end. But then, nothing.
You opened your eyes to find Deadpool standing there, the blade poised but unmoving. He tilted his head, studying your reaction.
âAw, were you actually looking forward to that?â Deadpool asked, his tone mockingly sweet.
Your expression darkened, and anger flared in your eyes. âYouâŚâ
Deadpool sheathed his katana, chuckling. âGotcha. â¤ď¸ Think Iâm going to let you die? Nah, youâre my new piss boy!â
âYou are such an ass,â you snapped, genuinely pissed off now.
Deadpool laughed heartily, clearly enjoying your frustration. âFinally! A reaction! See? I knew you had it in you.â
He ruffled your disheveled hair. âWhoâs a good boy?â
You glared at him, what a loser. âActually fucking kill yourself.â
âNot today,â Deadpool said, still chuckling. He untied your ropes with a flourish. âLetâs go get those chimichangas.â
As the two of you headed out of the warehouse, you couldnât help but shake your head at the absurdity of it all. Were you getting kidnapped again? Did it count if you voluntarily? Would Deadpool ever shut up and just kill you?
âSo,â Deadpool said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âHowâs your spice tolerance?â
âDepends,â you replied. âAre you paying?â
âYou wish.â Deadpool chuckled.
Bitch.
a/n: Lowkey kinda cringed. But eh. Canât wait for the deadpool and wolverine movie to come out so I can write for the two of them. (making out) feel free to request :)
#dinoâs blurbs#x reader#deadpool#deadpool x reader#male reader#deadpool x male reader#romantic#ig?#comedy#fluff#yandere#yandere male#wade wilson#dino writesss
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that's spooky af, honey :: jjk characters
Theyâre not the biggest fans of horror movies, but they might make an exception just for you - feat. Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Higuruma, Kusakabe, Shoko
cw: gender neutral reader, crack, comedy, iâm flexing here so some ooc, and a lot of fluff. roughly proofread. notes etc.: happy spooky season, guys đ Entry for the spookinky event.
⧠GOJO SATORU
(The Exorcist - 1973)
It was a very hot night. The type of night in which even mosquitoes could drop dead from the heat at any second. It felt like you were in an oven, so surely, it made no sense that your boyfriend, Satoru, kept you in the death grip of his hug like a koala hanging from a tree.
A pretty desperate koala latched with his abdomen to your back.
âToru, please, I canât breathe,â you insisted, trying to move his hands from your waist just to get a few inches back of freedom. It backfired, and he tightened all around you.Â
âYou donât, babe,â he cooed, nuzzling around the sweaty nape of your neck, âyou just need to be here.âÂ
He sounded cuddly, definitely a little clingy, but you thought it was cute how after you both turned off the classic rendition of The Exorcist, Satoru gripped you and didnât let go since.
You huffed, accepting defeat.Â
âOkay, but I need to at least drink some water and I also need to go to the bathroom,â you told him, shuffling around over the bed sheets.
Satoru didnât flinch, still gripping on you like you were the last flatscreen on sale during a Black Friday.Â
âSatoru.â
Your voice contained a warning (a warning coming mostly from your bladder).Â
âGo in the morning! Itâs so cozy,â he whined, letting go from you just enough for you to slightly turn back and look at his messy white hair covering his playful blue eyes, which decorated a remarkably adorable pout.
It would be cuter if you weren't on the verge of peeing yourself on the bed.Â
âItâs not! Satoru, itâs searing hot, weâre both drenched and I need to pee!âÂ
Satoru pressed a quick kiss to your lips and rested his mouth over your hair.Â
âNo, you donât.âÂ
âSir, youâre not the boss of my pee.â
He chuckled softly and made it abundantly clear he wouldnât let you go willingly.
âOh, Iâm not getting a urinary tract infection because youâre too scared to be in the room alone after a cheesy horror movie!â you protested while chuckling back, starting to wrestle around with him, failing miserably to free yourself from the giantâs grip, âI have to go to the bathroom now!âÂ
âThen Iâll go with you!â he conceded, finally freeing your waist and jumping himself up off the bed with a grin.
You sighed with a half smile on your face at his antics.Â
âDear Lord Almighty.â
â
⧠FUSHIGURO TOJI
(Hereditary - 2018)
You had barely managed to get around the second isle in the grocery store before your phone started blowing up with calls. You had left Toji watching a horror movie while Megumi was napping in his own room as you took a quick run to the shop. You had forgotten to buy a few things for dinner earlier that day.Â
Your phone had already vibrated a few times, the tell-tale sign you got fired up with quite a few text messages.
âYes, Toji?â you said while answering the phone, âI left you watching a movie and just came down quick to get some groceries, whatâs up?âÂ
âThe movie is finished,â Toji answered in his characteristically nonchalant way, but offered no further explanation.Â
âI still have some things to grab around here. Howâs Megumi?âÂ
âHeâs fine, Iâm in his room. Heâs still sleeping.âÂ
âOh, good.âÂ
You had committed to memory the way Toji would every night sit on little Megumiâs end of the bed, and silently look at him before smiling and leaving his room. He never connected the dots of how you would always, somehow, need something from the kitchen during that same time, just to walk by the door and see them both.
However, this was too early for his nightly ritual. Megumi was sure to wake up from his nap soon.
Then, a thought crossed your mind.Â
âToji.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âAre you scared? After the movie? Thatâs why youâve been texting and calling me like crazy?â
He scoffed on the other side of the line.Â
âOf course not, Iâm not a little kid.âÂ
You kept silent for a few moments, and he didnât say anything else, still lingering on a bated breath.Â
âWell, if thatâs the case, then I think Iâll just run to the convenience store quickly and get us some-âÂ
âNo! Just come home already,â he complained, and you couldnât help but giggle.Â
âOnly if you ask nicely.âÂ
Toji groaned.
âPlease, babe, come home and letâs eat dinner.âÂ
âFine, Iâll be back in ten.âÂ
â
⧠NANAMI KENTO
(It - 2017)
A ritual you and Nanami had after you broke your leg â and got prescribed lots of bed rest for that â was watching a different movie every night before sleeping.Â
Youâd usually doze off shortly after while your husband would keep reading his books by himself, in his own personal nightly routine. Heâd make good use of that extra time he was always awake to get a water jug from the kitchen and leave it by your side, just in case you felt thirsty during the night (which, to be fair, you always did).
This time, however, after watching the âItâ remake of 2017, you weren't feeling quite sleepy, so you decided to doom scroll on your phone while your husband read.Â
You did notice a funny thing, though.
An hour had passed, and he hadnât moved from the bed.
âKento,â you called, blocking your phoneâs screen and looking at him.
He put his hand over your thigh softly, not to disturb the cast under the knee that was already propped up comfortably by a pillow, and kept reading, holding his book with his other hand.
âYes, sweetheart?âÂ
âArenât you going to get the jug of water for the night?âÂ
âSoon,â Nanami replied, his eyes making the quickest glance down the dark corridor, so quick you barely noticed, âsoon.âÂ
âKen, honey, Iâm getting thirsty,â you cooed, resting your hand over his.
He looked over to you and put his book with open pages down on the nightstand.
âI apologize, darling,â he replied, leaning over and planting a soft kiss on your lips. âWould you mind if I just finished this chapter?â
His voice sounded so velvety and sweet, honestly, how could you say no?
âNo problem,â you replied, and he smiled before sitting back and pulling his book into his hands again. However, once more, his eyes glanced down the dark corridor.
âKento, I have a quick question, though. I promise not to keep interrupting your reading.âÂ
âYou can interrupt me whenever you want. What is it?âÂ
âWhy do you keep staring down the corridor?â
Nanami was clearly taken aback, even if he attempted to feign nonchalance.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, love.âÂ
âOh, come on, you doâŚâ you began, right before the realization dawned on you.
âKento, did you get spooked from the movie?â
Nanami turned his head to look at you, but his expression was not exactly surprised. He seemed more like a kid who had been caught stealing cookies from the jar before dinner time.
âExcuse me?âÂ
âLight of my life, you never take this long to get the jug, and also, you are staring at that dark corridor. Iâm sure of it.âÂ
âI will get it, right after I finish the chapter,â he replied with little to no conviction in his voice, âand youâre always fast asleep when I do. How do you know how long I usually take?â
You stared at him, in all his 6 feet tall glory, and bit down a chuckle.Â
âI didnât know you were afraid of clowns,â you said, trying not to grin.Â
âDarling, Iâm not afraid of clowns,â Kento replied sounding slightly offended while he pinched the bridge of his nose. âFine, let me go get your water.â
Nanami put his book down, walked towards the roomâs door, but didnât fail to take a second before turning the corridorâs light on prior to walking towards the kitchen. You heard the kitchenâs light being turned on too.
Shortly after, he was back. Nanami put the water jug accompanied by a cup on your nightstand, and laid down.
âThanks, Ken. Good night, I love you.â
âGood night. I love you too, darling.â
There was still something off, though.
âKen, why are we sleeping with the night lamp on?â
He pretended to not hear you.
â
⧠HIGURUMA HIROMI
(The Shining - 1980)
You had noticed it happening for the past hour of the movie you were both watching, The Shining. Hiromi wasnât someone very vocal about his discomforts, but his body would occasionally betray him.Â
With each passing twenty minutes or so, you noticed your fiancĂŠe had inched himself closer and closer to you, with the feeble excuse that he wanted to be closer to the popcorn. His hand was diving in the pot, picking a single popcorn at a time, as the rain tapped violently against your windows.
His eyes were glued to the screen, and for a second, you couldnât quite remember the last time he had blinked ever since the movie started.Â
âHiro,â you whispered at him, âare you enjoying the movie?â
Hiromi simply nodded, not looking away from the screen.Â
âAre these actual ghosts or is Jack just going insane?â he asked just below his breath, putting another single unit of popcorn in his mouth.Â
âI mean, going from the book, the Overlook Hotel is haunted,â you whispered, âbut Kubrick wanted to dive more into that psychological aspect of the horror. Stephen King really hated this movie,â you concluded, shoving a handful of popcorn in yours.Â
âDid he? Why?âÂ
âMostly because the hotel should be the corrupting factor, Jack wasnât supposed to be cuckoo crazy from the start like Kubrick made him to be,â you replied with your mouth full.
Hiromi huffed, blinking for the first time in God knows how many minutes.Â
âI guess no one is, truly.â
You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder, cozying up against Hiromiâs body warmth.Â
âOh, this oneâs good,â you stated, heightening his already sharp attention to the events unfolding in front of him.
This was the scene where Hallorann, the cook, went back to the hotel after Danny managed to ask him for help. By this point, Jack was already roaming through the Overlook with his signature axe and well, what would happen was pretty obvious, but still.
Hallorann came walking down the corridor, his steps against the linoleum floor being the only sound filling the space. The tension grew, Dannyâs face in the dark showed up, and you propped yourself for the big jump scare.
However, at the very moment Jack jumped into the frame bearing his axeâŚ
The lights in the entire house went out.
You didnât get a second to process it, though. Before you knew it, the popcorn bowl flew over, meeting its fateful end on the ground, popcorn spread all over you both and the floor, the blanket you and Hiromi were both under became a crumpled messy ball while falling over. He yanked you over with his arms around you so violently your lungs struggled for a second. To call that a hug would be sugar coating it (a lot).
Hiromi was holding onto you for dear life.
The power took a few seconds to come back, and when it did, you realized he had his eyes sewn shut, opening them softly as light hit his eye lids.Â
It took you a few labored breaths to ask,Â
âDo you want to watch something els-âÂ
âYes.â
â
⧠KUSAKABE ATSUYA
(Cabin in the woods - 2011)Â
âGet up!â was the only thing you heard before falling off the side of the bed in utter disorientation. Seconds before, you had been sleeping peacefully, and your boyfriend, Kusakabe, shouldâve been by your side.
However, as you regained your senses, you saw him standing with his back against the wall beside the bedroom door, in the dark, holding onto his katana.Â
âAtsuya, what happened?â you inquired, still half dazed, but adrenaline definitely kicking in from the way he was carrying himself. Alert signs went up in your mind.Â
âThereâs something in the house,â he whispered urgently, signaling for you to pick up your weapon too.
Your sorcerer instincts came fully awake and you pulled your dagger from the bedside table, walking towards him in a crouch.Â
âWhat grade do you think it is?â you asked, looking up at him.Â
Apart from him being like this, though, you didnât sense anything. Not yet.
Before answering you, he darted himself out of the bedroom â something considerably uncharacteristic for him â and you followed him, alert and confused.Â
âThe assistants, and the lab, they-â you heard Kusakabe mumbling to himself as he was walking around the house, âalways giving me more work. Them and the teens, no one can do their work right, shit.âÂ
⌠What now?Â
âAtsu, what are you talking about? Whereâs the curse?â you insisted, âwhat grade is it? What is it like? Should I call Gojo?âÂ
You were now definitely starting to feel the pain in the back of your neck and the base of your back from falling off the bed.Â
âNo, we can handle it ourselves, we always have to, no one knows how to do their job and-â the senseless mumbling ensued, âand the mermanâŚâ
Oh, no. You finally realized what was going on.
Irritation instantly hit you, and you walked towards Kusakabe, yanking his katana from his hands, looking very seriously at the sorcerer before chastising him.Â
âYou gotta be kidding me! You woke me up in the middle of the night and scared me half to death because of a nightmare?!â
He blinked multiple times, shaking his head, and looked back at you.Â
âYouâre not listening, the merman-âÂ
âThere is no merman, love of mine,â you replied, sighing and pinching the bridge of your nose, âthis was one of the monsters in the movie we watched before going to sleep. The one where there is a lab, and monsters, and young uni students going on a trip, being idiots and getting killed⌠Donât you remember?âÂ
After a few seconds, the realization finally dawned on him, and he put his hand on his forehead.Â
âThere is no merman?âÂ
âThere is no merman, Atsuya. I promise.â
You had to hold down a laugh before leading a very confused Kusakabe back into the bedroom, tucking him for a â hopefully â calm night of sleep.
â
⧠IEIRI SHOKO
(The Autopsy of Jane Doe - 2016)
Your girlfriend had the pokerest of poker faces. So you didnât expect her to be jumping around from fright or anything of the sort.
However, the cigarette she let burn out completely untouched, still hanging from her mouth, betrayed just how scared shitless she was. The entire thing had become one continuous trail of ashes that ended on her lips, and funnily enough, it hadnât fallen.
Yet.
Discreetly, you picked up the ashtray from the coffee table and hovered it under the cigarette, just in time for the tube of ashes to fall perfectly down in it.
Still, no movements from your girlfriend.Â
You waved your hand in front of her face, but she just stood there, sitting down in the exact same position she had been ever since the movie started, like a marble statue.
âShoko, sweetheart, are you okay?âÂ
Shoko only hummed what could be interpreted as a âyesâ in return, and you couldnât help but let out a soft giggle. Trying to ease her out of the fear, you tried joking a little.Â
âSo, this cursed corpse is kind of different from the ones Principal Yaga makes, hm? His are cuter, for sure.â
Another soulless mm-hmm came out, and you wondered if you had maybe taken this horror night a little too far. She did autopsies for a living, after all. Perhaps this was too close to home.Â
âHoney? Love?âÂ
No response.Â
âDo I have to call Gojo to pull you out of this?â
This finally elicited a you canât be serious right now response from her, and it eased your worries, even if just a little.
Picking up the remote, you paused the movie, and put a hand on her shoulder.Â
âShoko, would you like to watch something else?â
She sighed, seemingly relieved, and turned her face to yours.Â
âI want to watch my actual autopsies videos. Like, ones without curses in them.âÂ
You chuckled softly before planting a tender kiss on her lips.Â
âYouâre weird. Of course, love you.â
written by tsukimefuku 㥠comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost. copycatting is for losers.
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Summary: anon request - "can you do a zach one where he like exposes him and readers secret relationship and she just goes with it , like " you weren't so quiet last night " and she just has her jaw dropped and says something back and it ends with smut"Â
Warnings: this one shot will contain reader having sexual daydreams during the podcast, those dreams will include, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, the rest will contain Zach's usual banter and fluffiness
Word count: 2.1 k | not editedÂ
Also - I know it might get confusing, but the italics are what happened the night before, but in the form as if it's happening right now, like you're replaying the night in your mind. Hope that made sense, enjoy!Â
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"You want to know what I think is crazy?" Zach asks as his fingers drag up and down your arm.Â
"Hmm?" You hum quietly as you keep your head on his chest. You feel him laugh slightly, "That no one has figured us out yet."Â
You laugh, moving your head to look up at him, "Well now you just jinxed the hell out of that."Â
He shrugs, a smirk on his face, "I mean I like us being a secret and all, but it's so hard for me to not say certain things when you're on the pod with us."Â
You nod, "Yeah, I know what you mean." You smirk, "So what, is that your way of telling me you're going to out us at tomorrow's show?"Â
He raises his brows, "I'm full of surprises babe. Guess you're going to have to wait and see."Â
.¡:*¨ â ¨*:¡.
The next day, you're sitting on the red bench, headphones on and you're getting ready to do the show, but your mind just isn't there.Â
Instead it's elsewhere.Â
Specifically, replaying the time spent with Zach the previous night.Â
The way you felt coming back from the restaurant, you needed him, his hands resting on your hips as you unlock your door made you crave him.Â
When you finally got the door open, it was like the energy that craved one another clashed, As soon as you push the door open, he spun you around, lips on yours as he backs you into your apartment.Â
"Hey." A hand is woven in front of you, "Earth to y/n."Â
You look over at Tara and blink as you take your headphones off, "Yeah, hi. I'm here."Â
"Where the fuck did you go. You were like-" she mimics how you were staring, "Zoned out."Â
You laugh, "Sorry. I'm tired. I was up all night." Zach and Jared walk onto the set, "Oooh. Up all night doing what?" Zach teases and you roll your eyes, "I was coming up with a list of places that've already been to for Sam and Colby."Â
Zach sits down and raises his brows, "Wow that was very specific." Zach sighs, placing his headphones on and you can't help but laugh.Â
Friends around friends, lovers when it's just you two.Â
You lean back, placing your headphones back on and Tara speaks up, "So I have to ask, how does it feel being better than two of the most liked ghost hunters in the world?"Â
You laugh slightly, "What do you mean?"Â
"I know you do paranormal investigation stuff too, and just the fact that Sam and Colby are coming to you for stuff.. I don't know that just.." Tara laughs and you tilt your head, "Are you just saying that to make a jab at them?"Â
She nods and lean in to your mic, "Well then it feels pretty damn good."Â
"Alright, alright. Anymore and we'll be scraping your brain off the walls from your head swelling to the point of exploding." Zach tries not to laugh and you shrug, "Hey, I take it when I can."Â
You give him a quick and subtle wink then quickly change the subject, "Cat got Zach's tongue so I'll just go ahead and do the intro for him." You laugh, "What's up guys, we're here with Tara, Alyssa, me, Jared and oh, I guess Zach is here too."Â
Zach just stares at you and you can't help but laugh.Â
"Okay, but I love the fact that she announced Tara and me first." Alyssa laughs and you point to her. Tara nods, "Yeah, I'm going to have to say that we need to all vote to make y/n the person who announces the show."Â
"Like a pre-recorded track because there are days she isn't here." Alyssa points out and you nod, "I agree. All in favor." You raise your hand and instantly say, "Three versus two. Girls win."Â
"Youre ridiculous. Who invited you here anyway?" Zach rolls his eyes and you furrow your brows, "Um, you?"Â
"Can you just like, zip it." Zach motions at his mouth and you smirk, "Make me. Take my headphones away."Â
Zach tries not to laugh, "I mean, I can. But you might moan a little."Â
"Oh my god. No. No. No." you close your eyes and look away from him, but in secret, you'd be on your knees in seconds for him.Â
Zach places his hands on your shoulders, urging you to your knees. You drop down, complying to his every silent request.Â
You stare up at him as he shrugs his black jean jacket off, eyes locked on yours as his jaw is slightly slack from your hand sliding over his throbbing cock that's being held back by his jeans.Â
"I don't think.. you should say that to our guests?" Jared says with a nervous laugh, "I'm actually surprised you haven't gotten sued yet."Â
"Please." Zach shrugs, nodding to you, "She won't sue me."Â
Tara points to you, "I think you should just for his reaction.Â
You laugh, "Thinking about it."Â
You weren't thinking about that at all, Zach undoes his belt, followed by his jeans. The quick sound of the zipper going down causes your skin to perk up with goosebumps, caused by excitement.Â
You rise up from your calves, licking your lips as you work fast to free him from his boxers.Â
Zach speaking pulls you back into reality, "So now that we're past that embarrassing ensemble.."Â
Zach trails off and so does your mind, You loved hearing Zach's little moans and groans as you held his cock with your lips and tongue.Â
The way his fingers gentle drug over your head, slowly pulling your hair as his pleasure grew larger, "Fuck."Â
Zach didn't really swear in general, so when he did, and it was because of you. It was even fucking hotter.Â
You blink, snapping back into reality.Â
"So I thought we could talk about something serious today." Zach says and Jared laughs, "Oh no. Someone's getting fired."Â
"Yeah it's you." Zach says, pretending to be serious and Jared laughs, "I'd love to see you try, I'll just tell you no and you'll listen."Â
You laugh and nod, "No that's so true."Â
"Yeah whatever." Zach rolls his eyes, "No I have an exciting announcement."Â
Your heart thumps and your head snaps towards him slightly.Â
His eyes move to you and he smiles a little bit, "So, I have some news that may shock a lot of people, but I think everyone should know this, from me."Â
"What's the fuck is happening?" Tara asks and Zach sighs, speaking quickly, "We're going to be doing a live dropouts show."Â
You let out a breath and keep your stare on him, "Wow, Zach. That's great."Â
"Better be, because they want all of us who are here right now." Zach gives a thumbs up, "What a relief it was to get that off my chest."Â
You laugh slightly as your eyes trail down his neck to his necklace that's lying comfortably on his chest.Â
Your back slams onto the bed, Zach's lips kissing over any skin they can reach. You let out a moan as he sucks a hicky into the skin over your hip.Â
He kisses up over your boobs and up your neck. He leans up and you feel his cock slip between the folds of your pussy.Â
The shiny necklace dangling from his neck as you feel him slide into you fully. You find it so hot when it swings back and forth with each thrust.
"Hey, I can't lie." Jared laughs and Tara cuts him off with a yell, "Say it!"Â
You look over, at Tara, laughing as she keeps pointing to jared. You look over at Zach and he gives you a look that would make your legs go weak if you were standing.Â
It wasn't a weird look. It was him just staring at you, knowing why you keep zoning out, and he was just making it worse.Â
"I liked y/n's intro." Jared sighs and you look over at Jared with a clap, "Thank you."Â
"You definitely thought it was better than Zach's intro, right?" Alyssa asks and Jared laughs, "I'm not answering that."Â
You yelling with excitement, "Fuck yeah! Because you know that girls are just better than boys!" You motion between you, Tara and Alyssa.Â
"Whoa, whoa!" Zach says waving his hand out in front of him a few times, "Settle down. Settle down, I'm getting flashbacks."Â
"War flashbacks." Jared snorts and Tara asks with a laugh, "Flashbacks of what?!"Â
You look at Zach, laughing and he shakes his head while furrowing his brows, "I don't know what you're laughing about because these flashbacks are of how loud you were being last night."Â
It all happened so fast you blank, "What the fuck."Â
"What did he just say?" Jared asks, mouth dropped with surprise.Â
"Oh yeah, okay." Tara rolls her eyes and as you're still staring at Zach, he tilts his head slightly, giving his brows a quick flick.Â
He outted you at tomorrow's show.Â
Might as well roll with it.Â
"You gonna tell them or you want me to, princess?" Zach smirks and you shrug, letting out a dramatic sigh, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."Â
"Oh, you know exactly what helps me sleep at night." Zach winks as you look at him and you shake your head, looking down to rest it in your hand.Â
"I can't tell if they're joking." Alyssa laughs and Tara cuts in, "Yeahhh, I mean, okay. I've actually been extremely suspicions about these two for weeks now."
"Oh please tell us what made you think that, Tara." Jared leans in, super invested into the conversation.Â
You look up and look from Tara to Zach and he shrugs, "Hit me." He nods to Tara and she smirks, looking between you and Zach, "Well for starters, he stares at her every time she looks away."Â
"I like looking at the back of her head. It makes it so I don't have anything mean to say." Zach shrugs and you just laugh.Â
"What else you got, Tara?" Jared encourages and Tara laughs, "Another thing is, they'll stop answering me at both at the same time. Like I'll be texting both of them and then all of a sudden.. radio silence."Â
"I have a very strict bed time, Tara." You and Zach both say, just adding fuel to the fire and you just laugh, knowing that you're caught.Â
"See!" Tara tells pointing, "See!"Â
"Well.. if you don't know you do now." Zach laughs and Jared eggs him on, "Know what? Zach. Care to enlighten us with a perfect confirmation?"Â
"What's my lawyer?" Zach yells looking around as he raises his hand.Â
"So isn't true? You and.." Alyssa points from you to Zach and you laugh, nodding your head slowly.Â
"Wow." Jared says, "I honestly did not expect this is come out onto the podcast today."Â
Zach reaches for his water and takes a sip, "Listen, we played dumb, but we knew what we were doing." Zach scoffs, "Alright. You can't tell me that you weren't fooled."
"I knew my suspicions were there for a reason." Tara laughs, "How long?"Â
"Two months." You laugh and they don't believe you. Zach nods, "No she's serious. It was after the episode with Jake and Johnnie."Â
"Oh shit, yeah I guess that was two months ago." Tara nods, "I'm just like.. having a holy fuck moment."Â
"Yeah." Zach laughs, "She came to see if I was as rich as I bragged that I was, and I must have passed inspection because she didn't go home that night."Â
"Oh my god." You laugh, "That's not.." you shake your head and Jared laughs, "I just.. that really does shock me, like.. y/n. Why him?"Â
You shrug, smiling as you look over at Zach. He glances at you and smirks, "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."
.¡:*¨ â ¨*:¡.
Thank you for reading! Let me know how you liked it. Love you all! Thank you so much for reading!Â
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Jason Todd babysitting baby Damian.
Jason looked around as Damian sat next to him. The little baby stared at the man with a blank stare.
Jason (rubbing Damian's chubby cheeks with his hand): Tiny baby. Precious. Soft. You are a cute baby.
Baby Damian smiled then giggled.
Jason: I can't believe you share his DNA, or her DNA or her father's DNA.
Jason booped Damian's nose making the baby giggle and cover his face.
Jason: All right, got that out my system. Let's go play in the dirt.
Jason picked up Damian and took him outside.
Jason: Battled my brother, taking care of my dad's secret son, getting paid. It's gonna be a good year.
Damian (happy): Ah!
Jason: Thank you.
#jason and damian#batfamily#batfamily chronicles#batman#batbros#jason todd#batfamily shenanigans#batfamily headcanons#young justice#the canon that Jason knew about Damian is one i fully accept#bruce wayne#talia al ghul#jason todd is good with kids#sweet revenge#super cute too#batfamily funny#batfamily comedy#batfamily fanfiction#batfamily fluff#batfamily feels#microfiction#flash fiction#script fic#headcanon batfamily#batfamily fic#batfamily microseries#part of my batfamily flash fiction#dc fanfiction#batfamily chronicles flash fiction#batfamily flash fiction
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So- uh.. Batman started journaling days when he adopted Robin because he had no idea how to handle a kid-let alone a murderous one- and was trying to note down important information like what the child likes and doesnât, what triggers them etc etc.
He also maintains a separate series detailing their interactions with villains and notes on if the child should be allowed near the villain and vice versa along with rules to implement with children and procedures to follow in case of their meeting.
Damian has five volumes written after him, which still continue to this day. Timâs had fifty, Stephanieâs had twenty, Jasonâs had eighty nine. But Dick? Dick has a hundred and twenty, atleast fourth of those written within his first month as robin. Why?
Exhibit 1
Batman: Ivy, listen to me-
Ivy: NO Batman! Theyâre destroying ecosystems, hunting endangered species, poisoning the rivers and-
Robin!dick *eyes in shock* : Is this true Batman?
Batman: .. yes
Robin!dick: oh..so why arenât we helping Miss Evie?
Ivy:
Batman:
Batman: uh..because sheâs breaking the law
Robin!dick *crossing his arms* : But didnât you say the system is flawed? And how sometimes matters need to be taken into your own hands?
Batman: Hold on-
Robin!dick: Come to think of it, is what weâre doing legal? You steal police information and beat up thugs. If youâre doing it to save lives, so is she!
Ivy *enjoying watching this stubborn child making batman sweat as he tries to argue and eventually agrees to help Ivy in a better way, giving Dick a flower when he leaves*
Bruce knows that Dick would absolutely not mind sabotaging factories or blowing up shit with a supervillain. All he needs is a good reason.
Exhibit 2
Riddler: Aha! Now.. riddle me this-
Robin!dick: .. Why are you so ugly?
Riddler: ..wha-
Robin!dick: And are you lonely because there are better ways to find friends.
Hours of insulting later
Robin!dick; If youâre so smart, tell me this: What animal roars when threatened, laughs when hungry and burrows underneath for the entire year, very dangerous to humans but a herbivore and tiny?
Riddler:
Riddler: * a few hours later, on his knees after complying with every one of batmanâs demands, going hysterical and pulling out his hair while rocking back and forth*
Batman *getting increasingly concerned* Robin tell him
Robin!dick: Nope! *walks away*
Riddler spent fifty days in Arkham. The riddle still haunts him to this day. Dick doesnât know the answer either.
Exhibit 3
Penguin *appears*
Gremlin Dick whoâs been waiting to kick the shit out of someone: GOLLY BATMAN LOOK A PIĂATA!
Batman *running after Dick before he murders Penguin*
This is why none of the villains bat an eye at the bat kids antics anymore. And whatever they do, they thank their lucky stars theyâre not as bad as the first one was.
#batman#robin!dick#robin#batman and Robin#duck Grayson#nightwing#Jason todd#red hood#Tim drake#red Robin#Damian Wayne#batfamily headcanons#batfamily#batfamily comedy#batman fluff#feral dick Grayson
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Aventurine's reaction when you call him and tell him that his catcake gave birth (its so silly ikr, just a sudden idea nothing important lol)
Cats are like potato chips; you canât have just one.
Summary: When you call Aventurine to share the news that one of his beloved catcakes has given birth to a litter of tiny, adorable kittens, you expect a simple reaction. However, Aventurine's response is anything but ordinary.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Comedy, Slice of Life, Pets(Catcakes), Domestic Life, Lighthearted Fun, Situational Humor, Silly Situations.
A/N: THIS IS SUCH A SILLY AND CUTE IDEA đ¤ AND BEFORE Y'ALL COME AFTER ME I KNOW CHURIN HAS 3 CATS SO PRETEND TWO OF THEM ARE PARENTS OR SOMETHING!! KEEP THOSE REQUESTS COMING!! đŤśđ
You stood in the middle of your living room, phone in hand, staring at the sight before you with a mix of disbelief and amusement. One of Aventurine's beloved catcakes, a plush-like, mischievous creature with large golden-rimmed eyes and its distinctive trash-can-lid "hat," had just given birth to a litter of tiny, squirming mini-catcakes. Each one looked like a little version of their momâblack and pudgy, with miniature trash can lids that tilted adorably to the side.
You dialed Aventurineâs number, giggling to yourself at how ridiculous this was going to sound. The line picked up almost instantly, Aventurine's rich, confident voice greeting you.
âDarling, I hope this call means you're missing me terribly.â he said, the smooth charm practically radiating through the phone.
âOh, I am,â you chuckled. âBut thatâs not why I called. Um...one of your catcakes just gave birth. Youâre a...catcake dad now!â
There was a brief, stunned silence on the other end. You could picture him, his eyes widening in a rare moment of surprise, his usual air of confidence momentarily thrown off balance.
âWaitâŚmy catcake did what?â He sounded somewhere between bewilderment and amusement, a laugh bubbling up in his voice.
âYep! A litter of tiny catcakes! Theyâre like little carbon copies of the original but with even tinier trash can hats.â You tried to stifle your laugh but failed miserably, imagining how Aventurine must look processing this news.
âWell, Iâll be damned. Little risk-takers already multiplying without my knowledgeâŚâ he murmured to himself, though you could hear the faint trace of excitement creeping into his tone. âTell me, darlingâhow do they look? Are they as devilishly charming as their old man?â
âOh, absolutely! Little round black puffballs with the cutest, most intense eyes.â you said, leaning down to gently pet one of them as it squeaked. âAnd theyâre already wiggling around, so I think they inherited your, uh, energy.â
âMini meâs, indeed.â Aventurineâs laugh was low and surprisingly affectionate. âI suppose Iâll need to come over and meet the little scoundrels. And...maybe celebrate with you, seeing as youâve helped bring my legacy forward. How does dinner sound?â
You grinned, heart fluttering a bit at his charm. âDinner sounds perfect. But be preparedâtheyâre already trying to climb out of the box I put them in.â
âOh, theyâll fit right into the family, then.â He let out an indulgent sigh. âWell, be a dear and keep them from getting too rowdy. Iâll be over shortly.â
As you hung up, you could still hear Aventurine's amusement lingering in his voice. You smiled to yourself, turning back to the tiny creatures that had somehow managed to turn a perfectly normal day into something absolutely unforgettable. Only Aventurineâs pets would come with this level of drama.
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