#got into a silly little argument over something stupid with my friend

[tsireyqs]

i think i’m a little too nice sometimes

[sailorrhansol]

Amnesia | c.sc (m)

❀ Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x f. reader

❀ Summary: Choi Seungcheol has never been the type to commit to relationships - casual is more his thing. You’re fine with that - except you and Seungcheol seem to be terrible at casual when it comes to one another. 

❀ Word Count: 11,920

❀ Genre: Friends with benefits to lovers 

❀ Type: Smut, Angst if you squint 

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Recreational drinking, mild jealousy from both reader and Cheol, themes of self doubt/relationship doubt, light depictions of anxiety regarding ambiguous relationships, explicit language, Cheol and reader are both idiots, explicit sexual content including oral (f. and m. receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple stim, breath play if you squint, unprotected vaginal sex, a lot of bodily fluids like spit and cum, multiple smut scenes, hair pulling, light spanking, sub-space adjacent feelings, being a lil silly goofy during sex sometimes, stupid ass nicknames at the end because I’m a millennial and I’m cringe sometimes. 

❀ A/N: This was absolutely not what I originally imagined when I wrote this fic - it was supposed to be angsty and frustrating and a lot of back and forth and instead I wrote two fucking idiots who obviously like one another just being down bad. I don’t know how or why I got here, but here we are. Also - Jeongcheol coming out with billiards content after I posted the teaser for this is fucking sENDING me, thank you for making Pool Shark Seungcheol canon. 

❀ Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

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DAY ONE

You’re a goner as soon as you lay eyes on him. You know it before Jeonghan properly introduces you, shouting over the rock music that is blaring in the dive bar you like to hang out at on Friday nights. The neon from the sign creates a blue silhouette around Seungcheol as he smiles and holds a hand out to you. You can barely pull yourself together to shake his hand - warm, firm - too busy staring at his face. 

Choi Seungcheol is what your best friend Vin likes to call pretty motherfuckin handsome. He’s got dark, warm eyes that light up playfully when they meet yours, full lips the color of crushed rose petals, a square, firm jawline and silky dark hair that falls in his eyes when he tilts his face down to hide a smile at something Jeonghan says. 

Crushed against the wall of the booth, you feel the cold glass of your beer warm against your palms as you steal glances at Seungcheol. He’s directly across from you, angling his broad shoulders to fit snug into the corner of the booth, lounging backward as he observes the argument brewing between Joshua and Jeonghan. 

He even dresses well. Fitted t-shirt paired with light wash jeans and boots, a fancy watch reflecting the burning neon on the wall next to him, delicate chain necklaces tucked into the collar of his shirt. 

It’s the way he wears them that speaks to you, though. 

“Do they do this often?” his deep voice drags you from your reverie. You blink, gathering yourself when you realize he’s leaning forward a little, addressing you. He sips his beer before tilting the tip of the bottle toward Jeonghan and Joshua. “It’s like they're married.”

“You have no idea. Wait until game night.” 

“Oh yeah. Jeonghan told me about game night.” Seungcheol’s mouth twitches in a smile. “You’ll be there?” 

“Every Sunday. Do you like games?” 

Something about the glint in his eye makes your stomach flip. You sip your beer just to give you something to do, feeling more drunk off the easy confidence he exudes as he shrugs. “Depends on the game. I’m competitive.” 

“So am I.”

He grins. “I look forward to it, then.” 

Warming up to Seungcheol is easy. He’s the new hire at Jeonghan and Wonwoo’s office, and they both felt confident enough to bring him into the fold. You can see why - he’s kind and funny, and there’s a charm to him that draws the people around him like moths to a flame. Even with just the four of you sitting in the booth, you feel the magnetism. 

Friday nights at Rusty’s has been a tradition with Jeonghan and Joshua since you had been in college, filling yourself on five dollar wings, three dollar beers and occasionally lukewarm mozzarella sticks. Normally Vin, Wonwoo and Mingyu would be around, but tonight it’s just the smaller group. 

Jeonghan and Joshua slide out of the booth to play darts, shoving one another back and forth, the drink in their step making them a little off balance. You smile fondly as you pluck another beer out of the bucket of ice, struggling to pop the top, your wet hands sliding against the metal cap. 

Wordlessly, Seungcheol holds his hand out. Flushing from the neck down, you hand it over to him with a silent thank you. He pops the top easily, bicep flexing for a moment before he passes it back over, shooting you an award winning grin. 

“Wow, so strong.”

He pouts and you swear you see stars. “Hey, I am strong.” 

“No, no, you are. Thank you.” 

“You shouldn’t tease me. I’m new.” 

“Huh.” You sip your beer, letting the cool liquid slide down your throat. It does nothing to soothe the heat spreading over your skin under the sole attention of Seungcheol. “I don’t remember that being a rule.” 

“I never was one to play by the rules anyway.” 

“Oh, so you’re saying you cheat at games like Jeonghan does.” 

“I like winning.”

You roll your eyes. From the edge of your vision, you see people leave the pool table. Eager to stand up and stretch your legs, you start to slide out of the booth, the wood grain scratching against your jeans as you do. 

“Come on then, cheater. Let’s play pool.” 

“I’m down.” 

Seungcheol follows you. Your fingers grip the glass of your drink tight, knuckles straining. You move around tables and duck around other patrons, hyper aware of the way Seungcheol keeps close to you, the heat of him against your back. 

Next to the rows of dart boards are two pool tables, the felt a faded green with beer stains and other mysterious smudges on the surface. You grab a cue from the rack on the wall, spin it in your hands, and hand it over to Seungcheol. He eyes it, running his fingers along the splintered and dented wood.

Grabbing your cue in one hand and the triangle rack and set it on the table while he collects the balls from the table and the pockets, rolling them over to you. A few feet away, Joshua is already accusing Jeonghan of cheating. You don’t know how you cheat in darts, but you do know if there is a will, Jeonghan will find a way.

“Dangerous to let them have sharp objects,” Seungcheol notes, sliding the last ball over to you. You huff out a laugh, rolling the rack of billiard balls back and forth to set them. “You’re not going to get violent with me, right?”

“I don’t know, are you going to cheat?”

His smile is wicked. “Me? Definitely not.” 

“Hmm. Not convincing.”

Seungcheol presses the flat of his palm over his chest, drawing your eyes to how thick he is in the chest area. You swallow thickly as he says, “Cross my heart.” 

“Whatever you say. What are we playing for?” 

“What will you give me?” 

You look up at the shift in his tone. Dark. Flirty. He leans against the pool table, resting his hip casually as he crosses his arms over his chest. You ignore the way his arms flex, totally focused on the way his eyes are only for you. Intent. Meaningful. 

A warning goes off in your head. You already feel the pull to him, the innate attraction that has your heart hammering. You should brush off the flirtation, move on to other things. Relationships aren’t really your thing, but there’s something about him that makes you know you’ll want more. 

You already do want more. 

“What do you want?” you ask softly, ignoring your better judgment. 

When Seungcheol smiles, you know you’d give him anything. Everything.

“I can think of something, I think.”

-

DAY SEVEN

“I like this,” Seungcheol says, voice rough from use. He buttons his jeans, looking over at you. You’re still half-alive on your bed, a sheen of sweat covering your body. The sheets stick to you when you roll to look at him. “Are you good with casual?”

You’re only half listening, too distracted by his flexing abs. “Hmm?”

Seungcheol looks good tonight. He looks good every night, but tonight he’s in dark jeans and a white sweater. The sweater looks soft like his hair, which has grown longer and hangs in his eyes as he looks down to slip on his shoes. 

“I’m not really looking for a relationship at the moment but this,” he answers, flicking his fingers between the two of you. “It’s good.” 

“Agreed. I’m good with casual. I’m a little too busy for anything more.” 

It’s not a lie. You are too busy to really commit to someone. Again, a warning goes off in your mind like that first night you met him, screaming danger. You ignore it, not ready to give up Seungcheol just yet. 

He grins, pulling his short back over his head. “Cool. If you ever don’t want to or whatever though, let me know, yeah?”

“You too.” 

-

DAY TEN 

Seungcheol [2:06 AM]: Come home with me You [2:06 AM]: Everyone would notice Seungcheol [2:07 AM]: Tell them where you’re going who caaaares Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: Unless you don’t want to tell them then that’s ok Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: I personally don’t care if they know I’m rearranging your guts most nights :)  You [2:10 AM]: CHEOL You [2:10 AM]: Fine pls hold my hand while I do this. They’re going to roast me Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: Holding your hand sooo tight Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: But from like over here tho  You [2:19 AM]: That was so embarrassing. Where did you go Seungcheol [2:19 AM]: She’s so brave, she’s well behaved Seungcheol [2:19 AM]: Standing outside hurry it's cold as dick out here

Seungcheol [4:38 AM]: Don’t forget to text me when you make it home  You [4:52 AM]: Home safe!  

-

DAY TWENTY THREE

You [11:10 PM]: Wyd Seungcheol [11:34 PM]: Need it that bad? You [11:39 PM]: Wow goodnight!!!!! Seungcheol [11:39 PM]: Nah come back Seungcheol [11:43 PM]: COME BACK Seungcheol [11:43 PM]: Omw. Unlock the door You [11:45 PM]: Need it that bad?  Seungcheol [11:45 PM]: Yes actually :) 

-

DAY THIRTY

You slide your finger across the phone, curious as you pick up Seungcheol’s phone call. “Hello?”

“Are you hungry?” 

You look at your watch. It’s almost one in the afternoon, your stomach growling as it realizes that yeah you are kind of hungry. “Actually yeah. Why?” 

“I had to run errands and I’m by your place and starving. Wanna get lunch?” 

Your lips twitch in a smile. Leaning against the counter, you press the phone against you a little closer. “Sure, what did you have in mind?” 

“Do you like Greek?” You hum in assent, chewing on your fingernail nervously. You can hear him get into his car, pausing momentarily as he starts it and curses at how hot it is. You can’t help but laugh. “Alright, pick you up in ten?”

“Alright.” 

-

DAY FORTY THREE

He’s not yours. You tell yourself that over and over again as you try not to look across the bar where Seungcheol is sitting for the nth time. You’d noticed him immediately when you and Vin walked in, clocking his wide frame and familiar laugh with a precision that makes you curse yourself.

Now, Seungcheol is leaning against a high top, talking to a pretty girl sitting on a stool next to him. He’d waved at you earlier and shot you a smile and a wink, but he’s with friends you’re unfamiliar with tonight, and hasn’t come over.

Not that you expect him to. He isn’t yours and the casual thing you’ve got going means he can do whatever he wants, no strings attached.

So why is your heart in your throat as you glance over to see the girl laughing at something he’s said? They’re not alone but somehow that isn’t comforting at all. You pick at the varnish on the table to distract yourself, suddenly interested in the splinters and not the man across the bar from you.

Finishing the rest of your beer, you pull out another, hoping that the hoppy taste erases the icky feeling that settles on your skin. You’re not participating in conversation much, but if your friends notice, they have the decency not to call you out. 

At least Vin knows what’s up, checking on you every once in a while. Thankfully she doesn’t say anything, occasionally giving you a squeeze instead. She knows the deal, understanding the irrationality between wanting to control something that isn’t yours to control. 

Halfway through your beer, your phone vibrates. You flip it over and your heart starts pounding when you see Seungcheol’s name come across the screen, a message waiting to be read. With a shaky hand, you slide your thumb across the screen to unlock it, the message popping up.

Seungcheol [12:13 AM]: Wanna come back to mine? 

Surprised, you look up from your phone to where he’s still at the high top. His phone is in his hands and he’s looking right at you, flashing a grin when you meet his eyes. The girl is still sitting next to him, but his attention is entirely on you now, pinning you to the spot. 

Your phone vibrates again and you glance down, your phone’s brightness stark in the gloom of the bar. 

Seungcheol [12:13 AM]: You’re cute when you’re surprised You [12:14 AM]: What, the girl you were talking to said no? Seungcheol [12:14 AM]: I didn’t ask her. I asked you Seungcheol [12:14 AM]: Omg wait are you jealous?? You [12:14 AM]: No You [12:14 AM]: Definitely not  Seungcheol [12:17 AM]: Hateful to me is Hades for a liar or whatever You [12:17 AM]: Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another, loser Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: Same thing Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: But seriously, I have no interest in her. I’m asking YOU Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: Will beg from my knees in this bar Seungcheol [12:19 AM]: Even tho the floor is kind of gross You [12:20 AM]: I mean, if you’re offering to get on your knees… 

You’re not sure if you trust his answer about not being interested in the other girl, but it doesn’t matter. You still end up leaning against him in an Uber, his hand squeezing your thigh playfully as he leans his forehead on the window, eyes closed to enjoy the cool glass. 

He is so handsome, face glowing red as the car stops at a stoplight. You examine him closely, eyes dragging from the soft curve of his mouth to his impossibly silk lashes. You’d told him once that most girls would kill for those lashes, and now he likes to bat them at you every time he wants something. 

The car starts moving and you look away from him, taking in a deep breath. Seungcheol isn’t yours, but you’re starting to think you want him to be. 

DAY FIFTY TWO

“Is it weird if I bring a bag of shit to stay?” Seungcheol’s voice is shy over the receiver. You grip your phone tighter, biting your bottom lip to hide your smile as you roll onto your side in bed, snuggling into the pillow more. It smells like him, bergamot and cedarwood. “You can tell me if that’s weird.”

“Not weird at all,” you say carefully, too nervous to scare him off. “You usually end up sleeping here anyway.” 

Usually really means always. He’s been doing that more recently, crashing at your apartment after coming over and vice versa. You’ve gone from Uber rides home at dawn to waking up curled into his back. He’s the first person you’ve ever let loiter in your space as much as he has, but you try not to think about it too much, as though just the acknowledgement might spook him.

Whatever thing between you feels fragile, a rare, glass menagerie set that can shatter if handled wrong. Friends with benefits is what you call it, but you’re not quite sure if that’s what it is.

“Okay cool. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn to go back to my place and shower sucks.” 

“I do have a shower.”

“Oh I’m aware. It’s one of my favorite places in your apartment.” 

Your stomach flutters and you clench your thighs together. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you realize it’s getting late. “Better hurry,” you murmur. “I might be too tired for a shower when you get here.” 

His chuckle is deep. Throaty. “I’ll speed, then.” 

After hanging up, you toss your phone to the end of your bed and stare at the ceiling. Outside, the city hums beyond the window of your apartment. The lights in your home are mostly turned off, a single lamp providing low light in the living room so Seungcheol can see when he comes in, and a flickering candle on your nightstand and in the bathroom. 

Your bed is warm and you do feel sleepy, but the excitement of seeing Seungcheol keeps you awake well enough. You try not to think of that too much, either. He was just there a few nights prior, and already he’s on his way back. Like it’s common. Routine. 

And it sort of is, you guess. You hangout with Seungcheol almost more than you see Vin and Jeonghan these days, and you’re almost always spending the night together. You know his favorite late night snacks, you know the type of coffee he likes to make in the morning before work, and you know about his family, his stresses at work. What makes him tick. 

It’s more than you ever thought you’d know about him when you agreed to keep your sex life with him casual and at a distance. He is anything but at a distance. 

Seungcheol must speed, because it feels like hardly any time has passed when you hear your apartment door open and shut, the sound of the deadbolt clicking. You lift yourself up to lean on your elbows, watching from your bed as he enters your line of vision, a backpack over one shoulder. 

He’s dressed in a long t-shirt and sweats, cozy and warm and still unbelievably good looking. He grins when he sees you, eyes creasing at the corners as he enters your room and drops his bag by your door. 

Without saying anything, Seungcheol crawls onto your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he inches up over you. Falling backward onto the mattress, you let him loom over you. Heat radiates from his body, warming you up. Your heart thuds as he ducks down, his hands bracketing your head as he cages you in. He brushes his nose against yours and you feel sparks, trying to regulate your breathing. 

“Hi,” he whispers. 

“Hi,” you whisper back, reaching your hands up to rest on his hips. He reacts, pressing his waist into yours a little, making you bear his weight. “Ugh, heavy.” 

“Too bad.” 

Seungcheol’s teeth nip your jaw, making your hips twitch upward. You can feel the smirk against your skin as he presses a wet kiss under your ear, moving his way to your neck. 

“I was promised a shower.”

“Maybe I’m too tired,” You murmur.

He hums, leaning more of his weight into you. It’s comforting, not crushing, and you can feel the way his heart is beating wildly in his chest, in tune with yours. You smell bergamot and cedarwood, making your thoughts dizzy and scattered while he whispers, “I’ll wash your hair.” 

“Hmmm. I’m listening.” 

He presses a wet kiss to your pulse point, tongue laving against your skin. Your fingers twist in his shirt, your muscles tensing as you fight off a shiver. You can hear his soft breath, the way the sheets shift under the two of you, the way your heart hammers.  

“I’ll massage your shoulders…” 

“Hmm.” 

His teeth scrape against your throat and you sigh, arching up into him, eyes closed. “I’ll eat you out.” 

Fuck. You’re putty in his hands. Seungcheol could get you to do anything he asked. You don’t know if he knows - you’re too afraid to show him, to let him in on the secret out of fear of what it would mean to him. If it was too much, too deep.

But like this, it’s hard not to hide it. Especially when his filthy mouth hits a weak point in you, turning you thoughtless as you nod your head in response, nails digging into his hip bones through the fabric of his shirt. He makes a noise in response, leaning up off of you reluctantly but pulling you with him. 

Dropping his hands, you head to the bathroom, feeling uneven. Seungcheol whines and grabs you to pull you back toward him. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly. 

“You haven’t even given me a kiss,” he pouts, looking down at you through long, dark lashes. “I want a kiss.” 

This is the problem with Seungcheol. He says things like this when you’re supposed to be casual, something easy and without feelings and without strings. But this feels like something, it feels like there's a thread connecting you, tugging your mouth to his because of course you indulge him.

You always do. 

Seungcheol’s lips are soft and taste faintly of his cherry chapstick. You smile into the kiss, standing on your tiptoes to press closer to him. He kisses you back eagerly, slotting his lips against yours and humming with delight. When you pull away, he’s smug, grinning happily. 

“Come on,” he urges, now leading the charge as he pulls you by the hand toward your bathroom. 

Instead of turning on the light, Seungcheol uses the glow of the burning candle on the counter to navigate. He drops your hand to open up the cabinets and pulls out two towels as you trail to the shower, opening the glass door to lean in and turn it on. 

Steam starts to fill the room as you close the shower door and turn to him. He sets the towels on the counter, not bothering to shut the door to the bedroom. Instead, he grips the bottom of his shirt and peels it upward and over his head, revealing all toned muscle and tan skin. 

He momentarily distracts you. Seungcheol is a work of art, equal parts rippling muscle and soft skin. You slide your shorts down, distracted by the way he looks in the golden shroud of the candle light, sliding his sweatpants down his legs. 

Sensing your eyes, he lifts his head as he kicks off his sweats, briefs slung low on his hips. “Admiring me?” 

“Shut up.” 

Looking away, you take off your shirt, feeling the heat flush from your cheeks down to your neck. He chuckles, peeling off his briefs before kicking them toward the sink and striding toward the shower. He stops to kiss you on the cheek as he pulls open the door. 

“I don’t mind,” he teases. “I like it.” 

It’s true. Seungcheol has always had the easy confidence of someone who is comfortable in their skin. You admire that about him - and envy him a little. Seungcheol never seems to worry what others think of him, nor does he seem embarrassed or concerned about making the wrong move. Saying the wrong thing. 

Steam hits you full on as you step into the shower. Seungcheol is already standing under the spray of water, his back turned toward you. For a moment you admire him again, watching the way the water sluices down his broad back and narrow waist. 

Your eyes drift to the tattoo at his neck, the branches of the tree stretching toward his shoulders. You’ve traced that tree with the tips of your fingers and tongue over and over again, fascinated about the way the ink flexes when he moves. 

A chill catches you, making you shiver and step toward the heat of the water. He senses your approach, turning his head to the side to look at you over his shoulder. He grins, reaching a hand back toward you to pull you close. You lace your fingers, letting him pull you into him as he turns. 

Hot water hits your skin, immediately soothing. You sigh, leaning into the firmness of him, Seungcheol’s arms wrapping around you. He catches your mouth again, your eyes fluttering shut as he kisses you slowly, tongue lazy as he licks into your mouth. 

Seungcheol’s hands spread across your back, fingers digging in a little as he starts to explore, one hand surging up and the other down. You moan into his mouth as the hand that drifts down grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing a little. His mouth curves into the kiss and you feel his teeth pull at your bottom lip, something he knows you love.

As always, you’re a goner. You don’t stand a chance with him. Not that first night and not now when he kisses you like something more. Not when he slides his hand around to your front, pressed between your bodies to run his fingers up the wet folds of your pussy. 

He groans into the kiss that has turned sloppy, hungry. “Fucking wet.”

“We’re in the shower.” 

He growls and pulls his mouth from you to attach to your neck, biting and sucking harshly. You let out a breathy sound, head tilting back heavily as you feel his tongue lick the water from your skin. “Don’t take away my credit.” 

“The only crime is pride.”

The pads of his fingers press into your clit, making your knees knock together and the breath leave your lungs. He smiles against your neck, humming. “Which classic are you quoting at me today?” 

“Antigone by Sophocles.” 

“What’s that one about?” 

Finding words is nearly impossible. The heat of the shower has you flushed and distracted, the steam making it harder to breathe, thoughts sticky as Seungcheol continues to tease you, fingers dragging down to your clenching entrance to press his fingers in slightly before dragging them back up.

Your nails bite into the back of his neck, clinging to him for life as he holds you up, one arm looped around your back to press you to him while the other makes all your thoughts scattered. 

“Come on,” he urges gently, bringing his face to yours. He brushes his nose against yours, nudging. “Tell me.” 

“She was a tragic character in a play written by Sophocles,” you sigh. “She was the daughter of Oedipus.” 

“The guy who fucked his mom?”

Your laughter bubbles out of you. He laughs too, his hold tightening. “Yeah, Cheol. The guy who fucked his mom.”

“Craaazy family.” 

“Do you really want to talk about Greek tragedy incest right now?”

“Nope,” he says happily. “I do want to eat this pussy though.” 

Seungcheol flips gears so quickly that it’s hard to keep up. He swings you toward the glass wall of the shower, pressing your chest against it. You moan loudly, startled by the cool glass against your hard nipples. The contrast of hot water and the cool glass feels good, your eyes fluttering shut as Seungcheol drops to his knees behind you. He gently presses the inside of your knees, urging you to spread your legs. 

“Just like that,” he encourages, hands ghosting upward to squeeze your ass. He pulls your hips away from the glass and toward him, groaning as he comes face level to your cunt. “Fuck.”

Your breath fogs the glass. It’s cold when you press your palms against it, holding yourself up as Seungcheol dips forward, running the flat of his tongue down your slit. You let out a pathetic sound and he laughs, fingers squeezing your flesh. 

Everything feels like an exposed nerve. You melt, knees shaking and unsteady as Seungcheols tongue leisurely explores your folds, dipping into your entrance before dragging up to circle your clit. 

One of your hands leaves the glass to reach back, sinking into the wet strands of his hair and holding him to you. He grunts in pleasure, the buzz of his mouth adding to the simulation as he fastens his lips to you, sucking gently. 

Seungcheol’s mouth is a weapon. You fall apart under the warmth of his lips, the softness of his tongue. He sucks at your core, greedy and pleased, fingers digging into you as he presses in further. He can never get enough, the wet sounds of his hunger making your toes curl.

“Feels so good,” you pant against the glass. Your nails scrape against his scalp and he moans loudly, muffled by your cunt. “Your fucking mouth.” 

“Mmm. Love you like this.” His tongue flicks expertly across your clit and you feel your thighs clench, legs shaking as your orgasm spools inside of you. “God this shower hurts my fucking knees though.”

“You wanted to eat me out in the shower.”

A hand cracks across your ass cheek, making you arch against the glass. He chuckles, tongue diving back, words slurred as he mutters, “And I’d do it again.”

Seungcheol’s mouth feels divine. You go quiet as he sucks at you, focused on the warmth spreading through you and the way your breath starts to stutter, limbs locking up. 

When you come, you go boneless. Seungcheol holds you up, pressing you against the glass as he licks you through your orgasm. You twitch against him, nails dragging in his hair, your other hand sliding against the glass as you fight to grip anything to ground you.

Breathing raggedly, you sag when he pulls his face from you and stands. He groans and you grin, knowing his knees hurt from the tile of the shower. He doesn’t care, though. He crowds you in, cock pressed against your backside as his arms loop around you. 

“Kiss me.” His voice is soft, needy. 

Turning your face over your shoulder, you let him catch his mouth with yours, all tongue and cum and spit. You don’t care, pushing into him. One of his hands slides down between your legs, making you whimper into his mouth as he slides his fingers through your sticky folds to press two of them into your entrance. 

Seungcheol is a giver. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve slept together or had brief, fast encounters, he always makes it a point to please you. To go out of his way to make you shake against him, like he needs it. 

He keeps your mouth melded to his as his fingers fuck you slowly. You clench around his fingers, moaning his name as he presses them against the soft spot inside of you. You see stars, panting into his mouth as he strings you along, dragging you toward another orgasm. 

It’s slow. Intimate. His mouth is hot and wet, sucking at biting at your bottom lip. His other hand snakes up to your throat, not applying pressure but gripping you, holding you to him. If he didn’t have you so tightly pressed to the glass, you think you’d collapse.

“You won’t fall,” he breathes into your mouth, reading your mind. “I’ve got you.”

“My knees are fucking useless right now.”

“You’re tough. Come on, I know you can give me more.” 

You’ll give him anything he asks. You feel your heart slamming in your chest as he works you up again, feel the ragged breathing until you momentarily stop, everything tense and suspended as you clench around his fingers, shuddering violently as you come. 

“Knew it,” he murmurs. “Good girl.”

A whine leaves you at the praise, head shaking back and forth a little as the oversensitivity makes you squirm. He works you through it, mouth pressed to your ear, whispering to breathe, baby as he strokes you gently until you’re leaning against him heavily. 

Seungcheol removes his hand but keeps holding you up, letting you catch your breath. He peppers innocent kisses along your shoulder, lips brushing your skin tenderly. When you stand up with more strength, he pats you on the hip, gentle.

“Good?”

“Mhmm.” Craning over your shoulder, you catch his chin with your mouth, kissing softly. You press your ass into him, feeling his straining cock. “Come on.” 

“Yeah?”

“All good.”

“Thank fuck. Thought I lost you.”

“I’ve had worse,” you grin, a little tired.

He kisses you, patting you approvingly before he grinds the tip of his cock between your legs. He groans deep in his chest, grip on you tightening for a moment. You reach behind you, gripping the base of his cock firmly, stroking gently before lining him up with your entrance. 

Seungcheol pushes in, both of you whining in harmony at the feeling. It feels good, your pussy throbbing around him as he presses in slowly, letting you feel the stretch. He clings to you, trying to keep it together as you flutter around him. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, more to himself than you. “Shit.” 

Gently, Seungcheol starts to fuck you against the glass, strokes deep and slow. It’s mind-numbingly good, your cheek cool and pressed against the shower wall, Seungcheol’s face buried in your neck, breath puffing against your skin. 

He holds you reverently, both hands on your hips to keep you where he wants you. You reach one hand behind your head, holding the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin. He hums happily, always pleased when you bite and scratch him.

That had been a surprise. You always thought he wouldn’t want you to mark him, that he wouldn’t want evidence of your time spent together. Seungcheol is the opposite though, urging you to rake your nails across soft skin, to bite at him and bruise him. 

Your feet slide apart a little as he strengthens his thrusts. You squeal, hand smacking the glass to hold yourself up. He lets out a loud laugh, pausing to let you fix your stance. He taps your thigh in question and you nod, lifting your leg a little to let him slide a hand under your thigh to press it against the shower wall for better grip.

When he rolls his hips into you this time, it’s deeper, making you tremble against the glass. A groan drips from Seungcheol’s mouth as he sets his pace, pinning you between him and the glass with nothing to do but to take what he gives you. 

“Can you do another?” he asks, breath shaky. His fingers squeeze your thigh for emphasis, the snap of his hips getting stronger. You nod, unable to answer verbally. He huffs, half laughter, half something else. “Yeah you can.” 

And you can. Seungcheol can pull pleasure out of you like thread from a loom, his skilled hands guiding you where he wants you to go. It’s easy for him, the way he knows your body so acute and familiar that the thought alone makes you unravel a little, your whines muted by the glass. 

He makes you come like that, stuck between his warmth and the cold, the two contrasts keeping you suspended as you seize up around him. He grunts at the feeling, hips sloppy, losing their rhythm until he clenches up, growling your name into your neck as he tips over the edge after you. 

For a few moments, you remain melded together, panting in time. Seungcheol makes no rush of peeling himself away from you. Instead, he’s content to mouth at your shoulder and neck, running his nose along your throat. You squirm and laugh, ticklish. 

Grinning, he does it again, nuzzling into you and making you laugh, sound echoing in the shower. “Seungcheol!”

“It’s cute.” 

“Come on,” you urge. “You said you’d wash my hair.” 

He steals a kiss. “Alright, alright. Pass me the shampoo.” 

-

DAY FIFTY SEVEN

“Who is that?” Seungcheol asks, jerking his head toward the bar. You turn and follow his gaze to see Seokmin standing at the bar, ordering drinks. “Never seen him before.”

“Jealous?” You tease, leaning forward and batting your eyelashes at him. Seokmin is just a coworker, but it doesn’t mean you can’t poke Seungcheol a little. Except Seungcheol doesn’t laugh, leveling you with a stare, lips turning downward. “Wait, you actually are.”

“Don’t push it. It was just a question.”

“We work together,” you clarify, immediately turning off the charm when you recognize he’s not amused. “Actually I think he sort of has a thing for Vin, which is why he’s here.” 

Seungcheol hums, sipping his beer and looking away from you. Licking your lips, you reach out a hand and touch his gently, bringing his dark eyes back to you. He looks serious - more serious than you’ve ever seen him, face blank, eyes unreadable. 

“I mean it.” You squeeze his hand, trying to comfort him. “We’re just friends.” 

“Alright.” 

“I feel like you’re mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” 

You shrug, struggling to articulate. He still has that expression you can’t read, something stark and closed off. “Just seems like it.” 

He shakes his head again, but you don’t think he’s telling the truth, watching the way his eyes shift to watch Seokmin approach. “Just tired, I think I might head out.” 

Panic grips you and you say the first thing you can think of, throwing caution to the wind. “Want to come over?” 

That gives him pause. He studies you. You feel a tightness in your throat under his scrutiny. His mouth twitches and he nods. “Alright,” he says softly. “If you want me to.”

“I do.” You squeeze his hand again. “Really.”

-

DAY SEVENTY EIGHT

“Want to do me a huge favor?” 

You look up from your spot on your couch. Seungcheol is in your kitchen, using his hip to close the door to the fridge. He lifts the lid on the package of grapes, plastic cracking loudly as he does. Leaning against the counter, he pops one into his mouth, crunching happily. 

“Besides giving you my grapes?” you ask, deadpan. He grins around them shrugging happily as he eats another. You roll your eyes, turning back to the laptop carefully balanced on your knee. “What’s the favor?” 

“We have this giant New Years Eve party at work in two weeks and I need a date.”

That gives you pause. You stare at the computer screen but you can’t make out anything on the screen. You don’t dare to turn and look at Seungcheol, fearful that the feelings his question brings out will be right on the surface of your expression.

Date. It’s a scary word. You and Seungcheol sort of go on dates all the time, but they’re not really dates. At least, not from your perspective. If you were to ask Jeonghan, he would launch into another lecture that you should just put a goddamn title on this thing. Vin happily agrees, both of them hammering you on calling the thing between you and Seuncheol what it is.

But it’s friends with benefits. Friends go out to eat meals together and go shopping together - they hangout. The benefits are the sex. It’s the pressing you against your mattress as he maps your body with his mouth, it’s the way you sink to your knees for him after he’s had a bad day at work, taking him into the heat of your mouth to make him forget. 

So yes, you’ve gone places together alone and as a friend date. But somehow this feels different, and you don’t think it’s supposed to. 

Carefully, you ask, “Your date, huh?”

“Mhmm. Free drinks and apps, and it’s at the top of that fancy new hotel. We can stay the night so we don’t have to pay for an expensive as fuck Uber” 

Not for the first time, you find yourself unsure where the line is with Seungcheol. You’ve agreed multiple times that this is just casual, a shared benefit between friends. And yet every time you feel confident in what you are, the line blurs. 

You’re as guilty as he is, you know. On more than one occasion you’re the one who has crossed the line, messing up the clear boundary the two of you have had in place for weeks. Somehow, you both manage to be utterly terrible at casual, but you’re too afraid to say something about it. Too afraid to ruin it. 

“I suppose I can be convinced.” 

“Oh? What can I do to convince you?” 

You look up as his tone turns to velvet, that voice he uses when he’s coaxing you into his lap, or when he’s- 

“It’s really hard to be sexy when there’s grape juice running down your chin, Cheol.” 

He pouts, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the lower half of his face as you laugh. He’s cute, pink lips downturned and eyes round as he sulks. “Don’t make fun of me. Just say yes to being my date.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go.” 

His grin is burnished gold, the sun breaking for first light over the horizon. “Thank you.” 

“Mhmm.” He crunches into another grape and you scowl. “Stop eating all my fucking grapes!” 

-

DAY NINETY TWO

“Holy shit,” Seungcheol mutters when you step out of the hotel bedroom. He feels his heart start to pound in his chest from where he stands in the kitchenette, fingers squeezing the glass of whiskey he poured himself earlier. “You look unreal.”

And you do. You always do. It was one of the first things he noticed about you when Jeonghan and Joshua introduced the two of you that first night at that shitty bar you like to go to on Fridays. The real kicker had been your personality, though. Warm, kind, quick wit. A bit of a history nerd, which is his favorite thing. 

Honestly, he loves a lot of things about you. He knows that he has to do something about that. Knows that this stopped being casual a long time ago. Seungcheol has no problem with casual hookups and keeping people in a rotation, but when it comes to you… he just wants you. 

It’s like he has no idea how to keep his distance, how to keep his feelings out of it. He doesn’t mind, but he needs to figure out how to tell you. How to take that next step and move you from friends to more - if that’s what you want, anyway. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you say back neutrally. He can see the way your eyes linger on him though, your gaze betraying the calmness of your voice, as always.

You don’t get it, though. Seungcheol cannot keep his eyes off you, dragging them from top to bottom. The black dress is snug on your frame, his eyes tracing the swells of your breasts, the dip of your hips, the curve of your ass and thighs. 

Dragging his eyes back up, he meets your gaze. That is one of his favorite things. Your eyes, full of light and depth and thoughts that he always wants to fall into. There is so much simmering under the surface that you don’t say and he’s never asked.

He wants to. 

Knocking back the rest of his drink, Seungcheol leaves the glass on the counter and walks over to you. You shift from foot to foot, eyes darting up to examine the ceiling. He smirks, feeling the nerves radiating from you as he approaches. 

When he reaches out, you don’t step away from him. You let him skim his hands up your sides, going until he’s running them over your shoulders and on either side of your neck so he can cradle your face. He turns your gaze back to him and you stare up at him through your lashes. 

He was a goner on day one. How ridiculous to think he’s not just made this real, told you how he doesn’t want a single thing to be casual and superficial between you. 

Instead of stealing a searing kiss and pushing you back into the bedroom like he wants to, Seungcheol presses a short kiss to the corner of your mouth. He’s too afraid that if he starts something that you won’t make it downstairs. 

Now isn’t the time for that, though. There’s a party upstairs and free drinks and he wants to spend time with his friends. Spend time with you.

The Seungcheol that existed before you is a stranger to him. He barely remembers what it was like to have people he wasn’t genuinely interested in, what it was like to show up alone at parties and take someone home. Hardly recalls pushing people away when they wanted too much. 

All it took was meeting you.

“Come on,” he urges gently, leading you from the room and to the elevator. 

Seungcheol slides his phone from his pocket in the elevator. You press close against him, your arm brushing against his as it fills up with people. He notes where Wonwoo tells him to meet and puts his phone back in his pocket, leaning into you a little.

You let him, making his mouth twitch upward. You always let him do what he wants, and when you don’t, an easy pout gets his way. He’s wrapped around your finger, too. He doesn’t know if you realize it, but he would give you anything you wanted without a moment's hesitation. 

When the elevator doors open, Seungcheol takes your hand. You let him pull you into the party teeming with people, the sound of music swelling over the dull roar of the crowd. You stick closer to him, fingers squeezing him tightly as the pair of you walk toward the check-in table. 

“This is beautiful,” you murmur to him. 

His first instinct is to look at you because you are beautiful. You’re not looking at him, your neck craned to sweep over the party. He smiles at you, watching the glow of your side profile, eyes wide with wonder.

Dragging his eyes from your face, he glances around the party. It is gorgeous, with views of the entire city glittering beneath the building like a bed of stars, shimmering decorations reflecting the golden lights, a giant clock to show the time, and massive flower arrangements. 

“It’s nice,” he agrees, shuffling to the table where he gives his name. “Choi Seungcheol.”

“Perfect, thanks.” The person working the table peels two wristbands and gestures for you both to hold out your wrists. You let go of his hand to do so, letting the attendant wrap your arm in a blue band. “Have a great night, Mr. and Mrs. Choi.” 

Both of you blink in surprise. You open and close your mouth as if you’re unsure how to correct them and Seungcheol laughs, shrugging as he takes your hand and leads you out of the line and into the party proper this time.

“This way, wifey.” 

You roll your eyes but grin anyway, looping your arm through his offered one and tugging him close. He’s satisfied, leading you through the tight crowd of people toward the south bar that Wonwoo had said their friends were waiting at.

Joshua spots you and waves you both over, making room at the bar for you to join. Jeonghan’s eyes flick to where your arm is looped through Seungcheol to Seungcheol himself, raising a brow. Seungcheol glares at him, urging him to shut up and Jeonghan grins, turning to order drinks at the bar. 

Wonwoo claps Seungcheol on the back in greeting before kissing you on both cheeks and letting you sit on the only barstool available. Seungcheol moves with you pressed to your back as he leans an elbow on the bar, keeping you close. You lean into him, earning a shy smile that he tries to hide behind the rim of the champagne glass that Jeonghan hands him.

He likes this. He likes being with his friends. He likes the way you laugh and lean back further into him when you do. He likes that his friends don’t bother the two of you about being attached at the hip. And he likes the way your face lights up every time he jokingly calls you wifey. 

Seungcheol wants this. 

He doesn’t recall the last time he wanted a relationship the way he wants with you. It doesn’t matter anyway. Everything before you is gone and forgotten, and what matters now are the things that are post-meeting-you. 

Plied with lots of champagne and your laughter, Seungcheol lets you drag him onto the dance floor, wrapping your arms around him as he spins you. He doesn’t know what has him more drunk, the alcohol or you. He thinks it might be you. 

The DJ announces that it’s one minute until midnight, making Seungcheol spin and look up at the clock. The partygoers cheer, clustering together to press toward the clock to count down. Seungcheol wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you close in the tight crowd. 

His heart flutters as he watches the numbers countdown, realizing he gets to kiss you at midnight. He’s kissed you over a hundred times by now, but the prospect makes him giddy. His heart races as the numbers drop and he looks at you from the corner of your eye.

You’re watching the clock, uncontrolled happiness on your face as you yell with the rest of the crowd, counting each number as it passes by. 

When the clock strikes midnight, you peer up at him, suddenly unsure. He can’t believe you don’t see it, that you’d doubt for one second that he wants you to be his first kiss of the year. His heart seizes, dipping down with a smile to press his lips to yours.

Your mouth is warm and champagne-sweet, making him groan in the back of his throat. Your fingers cling to his hip, holding him by the waist as he slips a hand up to the back of your neck to hold you in place, deepening the kiss. 

When you pull your mouth away, he makes up his mind. Fuck everything he said about keeping it casual - he doesn’t want to go another minute without you knowing what he wants. 

-

DAY NINETY THREE

“Be my girlfriend.”

The words that come from Seungcheol’s lips catch you off guard. A giggle bursts to your lips and you lean back, trying to examine him from a little farther away. You feel the glitter of champagne in your veins and the same buzz that comes with being near Seungcheol, wondering if maybe he’s had too much to drink.

“What?” you ask, examining his face. He’s flushed, lips pink and smiling, but his eyes are dark and serious.

“Be my girlfriend,” he says again, this time quieter. He leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. His breath fans your face, warm and sweetened by champagne. “I know we agreed to be casual so if you don’t want more, that’s fine. But there is nothing casual about the way I feel about you.”

Heart thundering, you laugh and cling to him a little tighter. He nudges you with his head, as though asking what’s so funny. You don’t know how to put into words that you’ve wanted to be not casual for a long time, that you are dizzy with the prospect of being something more, that he’s just made the first minute of your year perfect.

Instead of trying to string together the words to tell him, you kiss him. His mouth turns upward, letting you press your palms to the sides of his face, holding him to your lips. There’s no one else but just the two of you, entirely in your own bubble on the rooftop. 

Relief mixed with euphoria floods your system. It’s a weight lifted off your shoulders, realizing that you’re not crazy, that nothing you feel about Seungcheol is casual and that’s okay. That he feels it too. 

Your fingers slide into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling slightly. He groans, separating your mouths to peer down at you, his lashes fanning when he blinks, dazed. 

“Don’t do that,” he whispers. “This is a work party. I’ll fold right here.” 

“So take me somewhere that isn’t here and fold.”

His gummy smile is blinding, your heart soaring. “Alright, wifey.” 

“Gonna need a ring pop at a minimum if you’re gonna keep saying that shit.”

He links your fingers together, stepping away from you. He tugs you after him and you follow. “Deal. What flavor?”

“Strawberry. I kind of want to suck something else right now, though.” 

Seungcheol groans and you laugh, loving the way he visibly struggles as your words land. He walks faster, a new pep in his step as you make your way toward the elevator. He shouts Wonwoo’s name as he goes, waving his hand to tell him that you’re leaving. 

Wonwoo’s grin is all-knowing as he throws two thumbs up, cheering happily. You tingle with a little bit of embarrassment, scurrying toward the closing elevator door to catch it. It opens again and you both slip inside, alone and buzzing from the party and your newfound status. 

The door closes and Seungcheol pushes in close. You press against the wall, looking up at his sharp grin, his nose nudging yours. His lips are almost on yours, the heat of them against your mouth making you dizzy and the heavy weight of his body against yours making your thoughts sticky. 

“Gonna suck something else, huh?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“Wanna do it right here in the elevator?” 

“Huh?” 

He bursts into laughter at your wide gaze, tapping the underside of your chin with his knuckle in jest. “I’m kidding. Unless…”

You shove him away and he starts laughing again, bending over with the force of it. You can’t be annoyed by his teasing, loving the way his eyes crease at the corner and how he laughs with the full force of his body. 

“You’re so annoying.” 

“You should have seen your face, though.” 

“I mean I’ll do it right now, if you want.”

His smile drops and he opens his mouth a little, shocked. “Wait, really?”

“No, but you should have seen your face.”

The elevator arriving at the appropriate floor saves him from answering. He scowls at you and you giggle, grabbing him and pushing him into the hall and toward your room. He turns on his heel, falling into step with you and fishing the room key out of his pocket. 

It’s cold in the room when you enter. Seungcheol had booked a one bedroom suite with a small living room and kitchenette. It was more than what you needed for the night, but it feels nice, like your own private getaway. 

Taking you by the hand, he walks backward toward the bedroom, pulling you along. His smile is beautiful and you wear a matching one. A thrill shoots through you when you realize that Seungcheol is yours. Really yours. 

Sitting on the bed, he pulls you into his lap. Your knees sink in the mattress on either side of his hips, ass resting on his thighs. Leaning over him, you link your hands behind the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the silky hair there. 

Seungcheol tilts his face up toward you, eyes fluttering as you play with his hair. His arms loop around your waist, squeezing you. 

“Hi,” he breathes. 

“Hi.”

Leaning down, you slot your mouth against his. He tastes like champagne, mouth warm. Kissing him takes your breath away, thoughts guttering out as he licks into your mouth hungrily. You lose yourself in the feeling of him, feeling like you’re on fire. 

Seungcheol falls backward on the bed. His lips are swollen and pink, eyes heavy-lidded as he stares up at you. He reaches for you but you give him a coy smile and slip from his lap, crouching to the floor and running your hands along his thighs, feeling them flex beneath your touch. 

You love Seungcheol’s thighs. Your nails drag across the fabric and he lets out a breathy sound. His muscles twitch as you reach to brush your fingers over his zipper, making sure to press into his cock. His hips jerk upward at the barest hint of stimulation and you grin.

“It’s no elevator,” you tease. “But will this do?” 

“Fucking anywhere will do.” 

Seungcheol has always been sensitive. He’s easy to rile, cock already firm by the time you’re undoing his belt and he’s helping you pull his dress pants down his thighs. You eye the dark patch in his briefs, proud that with just a little bit of kissing and some light touching he’s already leaking at the tip.

Sitting high on your knees, you lean forward, tongue pressing wetly to the tip of his cock through the fabric. A hand shoots to the back of your head, his fingers gripping you firmly as you laugh, tongue still pressed to him and soaking through his briefs.

“Don’t you dare tease me tonight,” he warns, voice shaky. “That is not wifey behavior.” 

You remove your tongue, pouting and moving to press a kiss to his thigh. “You never let me tease you.” 

“I’m not patient.” Your teeth scrape the softness of his flesh and his legs twitch, knees knocking your shoulder. “Baby, I am so serious.”

Biting your bottom lip to hide a smile, you give in. You know with certainty he’d let you drag this out if you really wanted to. Seungcheol is impatient and greedy and demanding, but he also lets you do what you want when it comes down to it. 

Instead of testing his grace, you peel his briefs down, freeing his cock. Your mouth waters at his thick length, your hand automatically reaching up to grab him. You swipe your thumb through the precum gathered, using it to slide down the full length of his shaft.

Seungcheol’s hips buck. You grip him properly, working him slowly as you shuffle closer on your knees. They already hurt, hotel carpet digging into them but you ignore it in favor of watching the way his fingers slowly undo the button of his shirt, needing to shuck the fabric off. 

“You’re pretty,” you note absently. His stomach flexes when he sits up to slide his shirt off of his shoulders. He looks down at you, pupils dilated. “Very, very pretty.” 

“You’re a work of art yourself.”

Instead of laying back down flat, he leans back on his palms, letting his head fall back. Seungcheol shuts his eyes, face tilted up at the ceiling as though in prayer. “Feels good.”

Humming happily, you lean forward and slowly run the flat of your tongue up the base of his shaft. That draws a low moan out of him, his chest rising and falling as he pants. You’re fascinated by his reactions, watching his face and body language carefully as you swirl your tongue around the crown of his cock.

He’s responsive, fingers digging into the sheets in an effort not to grab your head and take control. He’s testing his patience, letting you bring him into the wet heat of your mouth at your pace, sucking lazily. 

“Fuck,” he groans. You hum around him and he shakes his head, shivering. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Good you think, setting a proper place as you swallow him down, letting your spit pool to help make the glide easier. It’s messy and wet, just the way Seungcheol likes it, his moans backtracking the slick sounds coming from your mouth.

What you can’t fit in your mouth properly, you cover with your hand, squeezing periodically as you stroke upward, meeting your stretched lips. 

“God,” Seungcheol whispers. “You know how to suck cock.”

Pulling off of him with a wet pop, you grin, feeling the sting in your mouth from the stretch. Your lips are cum and spit-slicked, sticky as you continue to stroke him. 

“Thanks,” you laugh. “I heard I’m wifey material.”

“Fucking, shit, yeah a little bit. Fuckkkk, mouth please.” 

You comply, sucking him back into your mouth. He’s putty underneath you, hips twitching off the bed a little as soft sounds drip from his mouth. You watch, totally hypnotized by the way he moved, the way his hairline gets a little sweaty as he nods, encouraging you. 

Biting his lip, he lifts a hand from the bed to grab at you, pulling you off of him. “Come here,” he growls, opening his. 

Seungcheol pulls you to him, not caring that your mouth is a mess. His tongue delves in, exploring the mixed taste of champagne and precum, hands pulling at your dress to peel it off of you. 

“Let me sit against the headboard,” he pants, breaking the kiss to scoot backward. You peel your underwear off and toss them, following him across the mattress as he settles. He pats his lap and reaches for you. “Come here, baby.” 

You settle into his lap again, mouth melding to his. His hands explore you, gripping your ass, squeezing your waist, running up your front to pinch at your nipples. You moan into his mouth, carding your fingers in his hair and pulling at the stimulation, your head tilting back a little.

He takes the opportunity to attach his lips to your throat, biting sharply and soothing the sting with his tongue. Sinking a little lower, you feel your pussy brush against his cock and you sigh, gently rolling your hips to slide your sticky folds up his shaft. 

Seungcheol groans against you, mouth feverish against your skin. He maps your throat, kissing and biting his way to your chest, where he steals a pert nipple into his mouth to give a harsh suck. You squeal and he grins, plucking at your sensitive bud with his teeth. 

Holding onto him, you let him lavish attention to your tits the way he wants, hands squeezing, tongue flicking. It feels good. Aflame, you continue to roll your hips shallowly in his waist, just giving the barest of stimulation to you both.

A hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your swelling clit, pressing against it. You whine loudly, fighting off a violent shiver. He grins where he has your breast in his mouth, sucking generously as he lazily circles your clit with his fingers. 

“Cheol,” you whisper-whine. “You said no teasing.”

“I said no teasing me.” His fingers slide backward and dip into your entrance teasingly. You clench around nothing, aching for him to do something. “Flustered, huh?” 

“Please give me something.”

He presses his lips against the side of your jaw, grinning. “Fine.” He sinks a single finger into you and you sigh in immediate relief. It isn’t enough but it’s something, your hips rocking to take him in deeper. “Better?”

“I can take more.” 

“Of course you can.” He pushes in another finger, the stretch so good. “You’re my girl. You can take what I give you.”

Dropping your head to his shoulder, you nod. You hide your face in his flushed skin, riding his fingers as he slowly slides them home, working you gently. They press against your sensitive spot and you curse, gripping him a little tighter. 

Impatient and needing more, you grind yourself forward, fucking his hand properly. He laughs, letting you take what you need, cupping you fully so the heel of his palm grinds into your clit. Your movements are frenzied, driven by the desire for him, the feeling curling inside you. 

“Just like that,” he encourages. “Fuck yourself on my fingers just like that.” 

You do, thighs aching and body shaking. The sheets stick to your legs as you work yourself up, sweaty palms sliding against Seungcheol’s shoulders. He whispers in your ear, voice low and scratchy, adding to the building mania inside of you. 

“Shit,” you hiss, feeling the tightness in your stomach start to boil over. 

“Come on, come around my fingers. You got it.” 

His gentle voice pushes you over all the way and you clench around his fingers, coming undone. Your hips stop moving and your legs squeeze around his as you seize up. Seungcheol is having none of it, taking the lead to drive his fingers up into you as you flutter around him.

“Oh,” you gasp as he finer fucks you through the rest of your orgasm, sucking at a tender spot on your neck until you’re trembling and a mess. “Okay, okay, okay.” 

Seungcheol takes it easy on you, pulling his fingers from between your legs with a slick noise. You heave against him, catching your breath while he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks obnoxiously. 

“Mmm.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He smacks your ass and you squeak. “Ride my cock like that?” 

Huffing, you extend to your full height on your knees. He grabs the base of his shaft, eyes fixed on the mess between your legs as you sink down slowly. His tip breaches you, both of you letting out a sound as you keep going, holding your breath as he stretches you open.

Seungcheol taps your waist. “Breathe.” 

You do, inhaling a breath as you nestle in his lap, seated fully, clenching around him. “Thanks.”

“Mhmm.” 

Seungcheol’s hands move up your sides, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. This time, you know the look in his eye is real. His gaze is covetous, looking at you like you’re his because you are. 

You catch his hands with yours, linking your finger and squeezing. He smiles, looking up at you with dark locks of hair in his face. You smile back, starting to roll your hips, using his hands to steady yourself.

Everything feels like an exposed nerve. The cool air of the hotel room brushes across your back, making you shiver. The mattress dips under your movement, your thighs flexing to keep your balance steady, Seungcheol’s grip on you helping. 

“You’re so perfect,” Seungcheol mutters, using your linked hands to pull you toward him. Your hands slip from him, going to the headboard to help lift you instead. His grip finds your waist, aiding in your movement while his mouth finds your breasts. “God these tits.” 

An ache settles in your thighs but you ignore it, chasing an orgasm. You tremble in his hold, breath punching out of you as he mumbles your name, watching you with fucked out eyes and lips parted, like you’re giving him everything he ever wanted.

You kind of feel that way. The way he looks at you isn’t that different from before, but now you’re confident in it, realizing that everything with Seungcheol felt too intimate because it was. Casual was never the right name for it, neither of you having any idea how to really be no strings attached. 

“My fucking legs hurt,” you admit, panting. “Can you take over?” 

“Mhmm.” Seungcheol surges forward, knocking you backward onto the bed. You laugh, bouncing a little as he pulls out and helps maneuver you. “Turn around for me.” 

With shaking arms, you follow his instruction. The sheets cling to you as you roll, making you huff and swat at them. He chuckles, peeling them away from your sweaty skin while you settle on your stomach, arching your ass a little. 

He palms your left cheek, groaning and dragging his blunt nails down the curve to your hip where he grabs you. “Unreal,” he whispers, to either you or himself. 

You gasp when he thrusts pack in, punching the air from your lungs as he sets a sharp pace. You jostle on the bed, grabbing the sheets and knotting your hands in them to keep you in place, a stream of whimpers leaving you. 

A hand slips up your spine, pressing flat between your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the bed. You gasp and nod, Seungcheol taking it as a sign to put more weight into it, angling his hips so he’s fucking down into you. 

It’s hard to breathe, the dizziness taking over as your skin starts to turn to static, orgasm so close that you can feel the buzz between your legs. He keeps going like that, pinning you hard to the bed as his hips crash into yours. 

His name leaves your mouth in a cry as you squeeze around him, letting loose. He curses, picking up his pace, ignoring the wet squelch as he does, palm pressing you harder into the bed as you come. 

You think you might disintegrate, unable to do anything but make broken sounds as he chases his orgasm. Just when you think you might not get another breath, he comes, the pressure on your back lifting a little. You gasp for air, feeling the room tilt as his thrusts slow, becoming gentle. 

Seungcheol’s hands are soothing on your back, fingers dancing up and down your spine, delicate. He’s muttering something to you but you can’t hear him, the pounding of your heart far too loud, pulse rattling in your ears. 

When his hips are still, his hands keep moving. He leans over you, careful not to put his weight on you, mouth kissing across your shoulders. Your cheek is pressed flat against the sheet as you pant, coming down from a fever pitch. 

“You okay if I get up and get you water?” the question is whispered across your cheek, where Seungcheol presses a tender kiss. You nod and he kisses you again before peeling away from you. 

Laying in the bed, you drift, listening to him shuffle around to the kitchen. You’re sleepy but more aware now. When the bed dips again, you crack your eye open, watching as he navigates carefully on his knees, two glasses of water in hand. 

“Can you sit up or do you need help?” You shake your head and muster the strength you have left to sit up. Your muscles spasm as you do, a groan leaving your mouth as the room spins from the change in perspective. “You okay?”

“Thirsty,” you rasp, reaching for the glass he offers. Gulping down the cool water, you’re aware of his eyes on you, watching you drain the glass as he sips his. “Thank you.”

He takes the empty glass and kisses your lips. “Mhmm. Need more?”

“No, I’m good. I just need to sleep for five hundred years, no big deal.” 

“Damn, five hundred goes crazy. Do you think we’ll have flying cars by then?” 

Seungcheol puts both glasses on the nightstand and peels back the covers of the bed. He slips under them, patting the spot next to him. You crawl over, limbs heavy and uncoordinated. He laughs at you and you scowl, but manage to clamber in next to him, warm beneath the blankets and tucked into his chest.

“Yes, definitely. And like giant sexy holograms advertising porn, probably.”

“That’s the first thing you think of in the future? Porn?”

“Listen,” you huff, laying your head against his chest and closing your eyes. “I’m still a little champagne buzzed and you just fucked me until I couldn’t breathe for a while. Cut me slack.” 

“Sure thing, wifey.” 

“Ugh. Is that our thing now?” 

“Mhmm. Everything pre-relationship has henceforth been replaced with the relationship-only era. Pretend you have amnesia.” 

A huff of laughter leaves you. “Sure thing.” 

“I mean I feel like I have amnesia.” You give him a questioning look. He’s contemplative, staring with unseeing eyes as he plays with your fingers. “I had an entire life and habits before you, and I swear it’s like sometimes my memory actually starts with that first night at the bar.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re just around a lot and I like to think it’s always been that way. And I’m kind of sorry for taking so long to admit nothing about this was casual for me.” 

You smile. “Wasn’t for me either.” 

“Good.” He snuggles into you, settling in silence for a few moments. “Thanks for letting me win pool that first night.” 

“I did not let you win that game, oh my god.” 

“Just admit it! You wanted to taste my goodies and you let me win.” 

“I’m gonna give you some damn amnesia,” you mutter, but grin as he hugs you tight.

“Sure thing, wifey. Sure thing.” 

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MIDNIGHT WHISPERS | JEON JUNGKOOK ᯓ★

— Synopsis: On a cold night by the Han River, you confront your deepest despair, only to find solace and hope through the comforting presence of your boyfriend, Jungkook.

— Pairing: Jungkook x reader

— Genre: pure fluff, tiny angst, comfort, drabble, established!relationship

— Warnings: Tiny angst, unhealthy communication with parents, self-doubt, reader being terrible with emotions and opening up :’)

— Word count: 1.4k

— English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for any mistakes or typos!

The leaves shook lightly in the chilly night air. Everything was so quiet and still that it almost felt like time was frozen. Gazing into the sky, standing next to the Han River, you shivered slightly at the unforgiving cold.

“I shouldn’t be out this late,” you thought to yourself. It wasn’t safe to venture out at this hour, and you knew better than anyone the risks of being in an empty place with no one around to hear or see. The world felt cruel and unfair. For a moment, you just wanted to forget everything plaguing your mind. You wanted to forget about the argument you had with your parents, how you felt tired of all your efforts going unappreciated. The only thought in your head was to take a leap into the river and end all your miseries, washing away your existence.

Your hands gripped the railing tightly as you closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears from escaping and taking deep breaths to soothe the burning pain in your throat. “This is so stupid,” you thought again. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t. Years of repressing your emotions had led you to not even acknowledge them anymore, but how long could you keep up that facade? How long until the dam broke, and all hell broke loose?

You sniffled and wiped your eyes before pulling your hoodie sleeves down to warm your hands. It was colder than usual, and you had forgotten how unforgiving the cold air could be. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you straightened up, deciding to return home for the time being.

As you turned around, a yelp escaped your mouth unconsciously as you saw a hooded figure of a man in a leather jacket walking towards you. Panic set in, and you thought about how this was what you got for being out so late. It was half past one in the morning. You contemplated your next course of action, but before you could do anything, the hooded figure removed the hood, and the biggest sigh of relief escaped you.

You placed a hand over your chest to calm your thrumming heart. “You scared me! Oh my God! I was this close to just jumping into the river, Jungkook!” you yelled.

A little giggle escaped Jungkook. “I’m sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to scare you. It completely slipped my mind how suspicious the hoodie looks,” he said, looking apologetic.

“I just saw my life flash before my eyes,” you replied, for a moment completely forgetting about your previous dilemmas. Jungkook had that effect on you, making all your worries seem insignificant. His silly antics and comforting presence made you feel free of all responsibilities, a feeling you didn’t want to let go of.

“Your mom called me, worried that she couldn’t reach you. I told her you were sleeping at my place to calm her down, but Y/N, you had me worried too… Disappearing this late at night? Are you out of your mind? I’m just glad your location wasn’t turned off so I could find you” Jungkook gently scolded you, his words laced with heavy emotions that let you know he was aware of your inner turmoil.

“Just know that whenever you are ready to open up, I will always be here for you as a boyfriend but more importantly as a friend,” he offered you a small understanding smile. Something in you snapped, and the next thing you knew, you were crying into his chest, gripping his shirt as if he would dissipate into thin air if you let go. Jungkook was shocked at first but didn’t hesitate before wrapping his arms around you. It broke his heart to see you in such a state. He knew you as a strong person who always pulled through tough times. He had seen you do it countless times, yet he also understood that everyone has their flaws. For you, it was the struggle with sharing or processing your emotions, often leading to outbursts like this.

Your crying slowed, and eventually, you were barely sniffling. You rested your head against Jungkook’s heart, letting the rhythm calm you down while still holding him in a tight grip. “I feel like a failure,” you whispered so lightly that Jungkook would have missed it if not for the quiet atmosphere.

“Why do you say that?” he replied, swallowing a lump in his throat, trying to keep his own tears at bay. Seeing you in distress made him emotional too, but right now, you needed him.

“I think I disappointed my parents again. I feel like no matter what I do, I just can’t seem to make them happy. They struggled a lot for me, so it makes me feel guilty when I can’t reach their expectations,” you confided in him. Ah, your parents again, Jungkook thought. He understood now why you were more upset than usual. Jungkook thought your parents were lovely, but they were stern with studies and job-related matters, often setting their expectations too high.

Jungkook thought long and hard before concluding. “I… don’t know how to put my thoughts into words,” he started. “However, I think it’s time you prioritize yourself for once,” he continued before pausing. His hand reached out and grabbed your cheek, making you look at him. For a moment, he was mesmerized by you. He brushed back your hair, taking in the sight of your pink ears and nose from the cold, your eyes holding back tears, and your lips bruised from biting them. He broke free from his trance when you tilted your head slightly, questioning his sudden pause.

“I think you should focus on healing yourself and building a healthy relationship with your parents because I know you care about them.” Jungkook finished. For a second, you were taken aback, but you understood his sincere intent. He was right, you thought. You couldn’t keep living in this repetitive cycle, and you couldn’t imagine how tiring it was for Jungkook. Realizing this made you incredibly happy to have someone so patient and loving by your side.

“And don’t forget that I will be by your side through it all. You aren’t alone. We can work on a healthy communication method with your parents. They do care, but they are just as terrible with emotions,” he giggled, making you blush and smack his arm.

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay… I will focus on myself. I want to heal too. Maybe starting with therapy?” you asked, looking at Jungkook.

“Oh yes! That is a wonderful idea! We must start from somewhere, right? I’m glad you’re willing to take the step” he said, beaming with joy. Watching him smile warmed your heart, reaffirming that you were making the right decision.

“I would love that,” you whispered back while laying your head on his chest. You stayed there for a while, basking in your lover's embrace, feeling a calmness wash over you. If you could, you would spend an eternity wrapped up in his warmth.

But alas the moment had to come to an end, as the night got colder, Jungkook decided it was best to return to either one of your apartments. He couldn’t risk you getting sick. You already looked spent emotionally and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel even worse the next day. He slowly and gently pulled your face from his chest and cradled your cheeks in his hands, the signs of your crying were still there in the form of your swollen eyes, but you seemed fine now having let your emotions out.

He leans forward and places the gentlest kiss on your lips, as if anything harder than that would break you and you reciprocate his actions. He pulls away but keeps his forehead on yours, his eyes closed. “We should get home. It’s late and cold and I hate this weather. It makes my nose all stuffy” he says, and a giggle escapes your mouth at his cuteness.

Without saying anything you slide your hand into his giving him the green light to lead the way and as you walked back to Jungkook’s car, you knew that this night, under the chilly sky by the Han River, would be a turning point for the better for the better.

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[xxkissesforchanniexx]

Hi sweetie!

How are you? Hope school and everything is going well. Congrats on your exam! I know you'll do great on all the others bc I just have that much faith 😌

I saw your little schedule and saw upcoming Hyune and Jisung fics wich sound amazing just by the title. So now I'm super excited for those!!

Just a little idea for you... But I have an unhealthy obsession with perv Seung. The perv Jisung headcanons made me think you might be open to writing this. Something about perv Seungmin just hits harder than it does for any other member (for me at least). I was thinking about being in a relationship with him and his perv tendencies start peeping through...then one day you catch him using like your underwear or another one of your items to get off and you just go along with it (bc y/n crazy like that) 😭

If you just wanna chat, feel free to ignore my request when (and if) you reply to this. I'm totally cool with just being friendly and talking. I'm on Tumblr for the community after all 🤷��♀️

You're fics make me feel some type way everytime I read them no matter how many times I read them and I super appreciate you! Love you 🤟

-🐺🐺🐺🩷🩷🩷

OF COURSE I CAN TAKE YOUR REQUEST I FEAR NO CHALLENGE

(i can actually see this with Seungmin tho~)

Pervy boyfriend Seungmin x fem reader Headcannons

into smutfic >.>

SFW + NSFW (idol Seungmin, UNDERWEAR STEALER?!?!, someone sedate me-, sweet Seungminnie very breiefly..., unprotected sex wrap it before you tap it lovies., seungmo is not slick, lil bit of sweet bullying >.>, seungmin will never be stopped.)

someone tach me how to do the side by side pics thing. it never works..

Boyfriend Seungmin who spoiled you when he wasn't busy. He wasn't perfectly affectionate, bullying you all the time, but it was his way of loving on you.

Boyfriend Seungmin who called you stupid names when you had silly arguments (nothing serious really).

Boyfriend Seungmin who would brag to STAY about how amazing you were.

Boyfriend Seungmin who would check your location constantly when you went out. For one because he was worried about you. And for two because...

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin stole your panties again.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who was for once scared you might catch him.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who would take your bras with him on tour and jerk off to the thought of you. Inhaling your scent from the panties he'd oh so rightfully stolen.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who fucked into the mattress when you sent him pictures of you while he was away.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who imagined you under him when you squealed on the phone about something. Oh, he'd give you a reason to squeal.

Boyfriend Seungmin who promised you he'd be home soon.

Boyfriend Seungmin who hugged you in the airport, acting calm and collected when really...

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin wanted nothing more than to bend you over and make you take his manhood. But knew that you wouldn't like doing such a thing in public... or maybe you would (maybe he should make you at some point)

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who didn't wait to put his bags down when you got home and to your bedroom. Pulling your pants and panties off with such force it shocked him, fucking you like his life depended on it. maybe it did.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who seemed to get harder when you moaned at how rough he was being with you.

Pervy Boyfriend Sungmin who asked begged you to let him cum inside. Who let out soft whimpers when you climaxed together.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who wanted to be sweet to you after you did so well for him, but who's dick came back to life at the sight of your pretty pussy oozing his seed.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who encouraged you to go out and have fun with your friends, just to stay home and bury his face in you cum covered panties from the night before.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who was in the middle of jerking off to a voice message you'd sent him when you walked in because you forgot your wallet. Who's face burned pink as you made him feel vulnerable... embarrassed...

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who wasn't going to let you get away with that...

He hadn't intended it to go like this.. but he wasn't going to complain as you bounced on his cock, rocking you hips into his own, moaning softly.

Seungmin groaned and gripped your hips, thrusting up into you.

"You're such a weirdo." You moaned.

He looked at you with an incredulous expression, "I'm the weirdo? You see me with your used panties in my face and the first thing you do is jump on my dick."

Your face went redder if that was even possible. Seungmin leaned over, pushing you onto your back and fucking into you. "Then again, I'll take this pretty pussy over just your underwear any day."

You whined, "At least stop stealing my favorite bra."

He smiled as he reached between your legs and rubbed your clit. "How about no?"

You wanted to say something more but he forced the air out of your lungs as he slammed deep into you. His tip kissed your cervix before he came hard, pushing you over the edge with him and whining as your pussy squeezed him tightly, milking him dry.

Pervy Boyfriend Seungmin who kept your panties before sending you back out again.

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a/n: my fav song atm. something like this story just happened to my bsf so thanks for the inspiration ig but lowk wrote this in 10 mins!!

chris

y/n

Lily(y/n bsf)

SMUT WARNING MENTION OF FINGERING AND SWEARING

me and chris got into a small argument about how he doesn't think going out to 3 parties in one night was a bit to much. I was so worried about chris because the last time he went to more than one party in a night he was sick for days. i also was a bit upset that he would rather go to parties than hang out with me. i was upset but i didn't mention it. I left his apartment saying that i don't care what he does just don't come and complain to me when he's throwing up copious amounts of alcohol. it's been a few hours since then and I have been sitting in my bed watching tiktoks with my tiny brandy pj shorts and oversized shirt. since then. i get a snap from chris expecting it to be a picture of him taking a shot but i opened it and my eyes widened. it was a picture of me in my room staring at my phone eating chips. i shot up out of bed and ran to my window.

"what the fuck are you doing here!"

"i felt bad for yelling earlier and i just realized i wanted to spend time with you over going to stupid parties"

"you mean it?" my eyes looking up at his icy cold eyes

"1000% baby. c'mere." he said as he pulled me in with his big hands on my waist moving down my hips connecting out lips. he pulls away for a minute.

"are you mad at me?" he says shyly

"i could never. ofc not! it was just a silly little argument it didn't mean anything." i was trying to reassure him

"are you sure? i feel bad"

"seriously stop worrying about it i promise i wouldn't lie. now come here" i pulled him by his neck and pulled him down on my bed. i was kissing him like i depended on it. i wanted to make sure he knows im not mad at him.

after a bit we naturally stopped. we were both relaxing on the bed while he rested his head on my chest as i played with his hair. we were watching tiktoks on my phone and I got a call from my friend Lily. if she knew chris was over she'd be pissed because I told her i couldn't hang out because we got in an argument and i didn't want to go out. But if i didn't answer i would be suspicious because i have been texting her all night. I asked chris if it's ok if i answer but he can't be in the call. He said it was fine so he sat in a corner of my bed while i was on the other side face timing Lily.

"OH MY GOD LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY NIGHT."

"alright!! let me hear!" Lily continued to talk my ear off for a good fifteen minutes. I kept looking back at chris and i could tell he was getting bored of hearing about Lily and her crush. eventually chris was creeping up by me making sure he was out of frame. i felt a tug at my shorts and I went on mute because i knew what he wanted to do.

"please. i'll be quiet i promise." he said as he tugged at my shorts with puppy eyes. i couldn't resist him so i nodded

i continued to talk to Lily on the phone as he slowly pulled my shorts lower a lower. unexpectedly he stuck his finger inside of me. i let out a shocked moan which shocked Lily.

"what the fuck are you moaning for. thinking about chris fucking the shit out of you or something. god sometimes you should really shut the fuck up about him and what you want to do to him." I went red as she spilled my secrets of my fantasies with chris. i looked over and saw him hiding his giggles. i started to hyperventilate

"WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP NO IM NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT!"

"what? it's not like he's there!"

"just stop. tell me more about how you guys went into that room and the couple was there"

"oh yes! ok so then-"

chris continued to finger me and i continued to lose my mind. this has the best he has ever been

"Lily i'm- fuck- i'm gonna have to call you back. "

"girl are you fingering you self? you sound like it"

"NO! don't you see both my hands! OK ANYWAY I GOTTA GO BYE"

I immediately hung up as i was nearing my climax i couldn't focus anymore.

"why did you hang up? and what was that about me and you thinking about fucking the shit out of me?"

"fuck off bro. keep going baby. it feels so good."

"i know it feels good i can feel you clenching around me baby. come on ma you can take more for me right?"

"yes god yes! fuck- keep going. faster!" i grip the sheets as hard as i could.

he did as i said and went as fast as he good and i melted. my legs were shaking and sore. i felt my stomach collapse in half . i have never felt that good in my life.

"holy- fuck." he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.

"can you really fuck the shit out of me like you were saying?"

"idk want test that theory?"

part 2??? if so where shoudl this lead to

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Club Heaven - OP81 x gn!reader {angst}

NOTE: This is only angst

CONTAINS MENTIONS OF THE FOLLOWING: Drunk driving, major character death, a car crash/wreck, alcohol consumption, depression

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE.

WC: 796

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𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝒶 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃

"Do you really have to go to the club with them Oscar?" I asked as I laid curled on our couch, "I mean can't you stay in with me and watch a movie or something?" I looked at Oscar with pleading eyes. I know he had just had his maiden win but that made me wanna spend time with him even more.

"Y/N it's not even that serious! I wanna go to the club with my friends! I wish you weren't so damn needy all the fucking time! We can watch a movie or something tomorrow," Oscar scoffed and went back to putting on his shoes, I could feel tears pricking my eyes as he stood up to leave.

"Are you fucking crying over this!?" Oscar said annoyed. I watched as he rolled his eyes, not the same way he did when we would joke around. He kept waiting for my response so I quickly dried my eyes.

"N-no of course not! Why would I be crying? That'd be so silly, I mean stupid, not silly, who says silly!" The words spilled out of my mouth like water out of the kettle. With an annoyed sigh Oscar turned around and opened the door to go to his car.

"If you need picked up just let me know!" I said as he walked off, all I got in response was a grunt.

𝒞𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒, 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓈

I had texted Oscar to apologize say that tomorrow I wanted to smooth things out because I felt really bad about our last interaction for a while being an argument. As always I signed off my text XXOO Y/N <3. He didn't respond, that didn't shock me, he never really did when he was at the club. I figured he'd be fine since he was with the other drivers so I went to bed.

In the middle of the night I woke up to a ring, but missed the call. It was from Oscar. Immediately I called back hoping he would answer. Please answer Oscar, I'm gonna feel terrible if he needs me to come pick him up! He didn't answer and I started to bite my nails.

No response. Not even left on read. I knew he was drunk and was probably getting Lando or someone to drive him home. I call Lando to ask about it.

"Hi? You alright y/n?" Lando asks immediately after having picked up the phone. I took a deep breath knowing he probably knew where Oscar had gone and that I wouldn't need to worry.

"Yeah, just a little worried, are you driving Oscar home?" I asked hoping the answer would be yes. I adjusted the blankets that laid around me on this lonely night, in my empty bed because Oscar was out.

"Oh, no sorry, I think he got Carlos to drive him, I saw them leave at the same time," Lando said apologetically. I stopped breathing, but at least I knew who was driving home, and I trusted Carlos.

"Thanks Lando," I said before hanging up and calling Carlos.

"Hola?" Carlos said awkwardly. I could here him turn the music down.

"Lando told me you were driving Oscar back home, is he right?" I asked him, patiently waiting on his answer.

"Oh, no sorry I'm taking Char-," before Carlos can finish saying he's taking Charles home, Charles cuts him off.

"He said he was gonna drive himself home! He left like 5 minutes after us! He had like 8 beers!" Charles said, sounding drunk as fuck.

"What the fuck Charles why didn't you stop him!" Carlos shouted immediately pulling over, his yelling made Charles start to cry, I could hear it.

"I've gotta go you 2 thank you so much!" I said hanging up. In an attempt to ease my mind I turned on the tv and called Oscar. I paced around the bedroom waiting for a response, call after call after call.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃' 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑜 '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃' 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃' 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒

"Hello is this Y/N L/N?" A woman asked me, a Chinese accent overlayed on her voice. Her voice was warm, like that of a close friend, but also filled with sorrow

"Uhm yes who is this?" I asked panicked because someone had my phone number and my name, and sounded upset.

"My name is Jiaoying from the local hospital. You're listed as the emergency contact for a Mr. Oscar Piastri, and he's just been registered after a car crash."

"Is he alright? I'll be right there!" I say, putting on my jacket and rushing to my car.

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[pandorasfavorite]

Can I have Dom x Fem reader where the two of them and Judgement Day are hanging out and in front of them she takes an edible and soon hilarious chaos ensues?

Take a Seat

AN: I’m so tired idk anymore 😭

You chew down on the edible watching the group go wide-eyed, Dominik; used to this just grins knowingly. You grin back at him; you both sharing the same look of mischief. While the shock lasted for a moment everyone forgot, while your falling into your own world in just a few minutes.

Rhea is talking loudly, throwing her arms out while telling a story of how she got into a argument with Finn over something stupid. While Rhea is talking loudly and everyone is laughing at her exaggerations, Finn is interjecting her every word trying to push her arms down to stop her lies. “And then-“ , she starts—

“Hold on!”, Everyone jumps a little startled; Dominik whips his head around frightened. “Are you oka-“, you shush them, your not even sure who was taking in the moment, but it didn’t matter to you. This question had to be answered. You laugh to yourself; remembering what she said, “He poured water on you!?”, you ask to double check. Rheas mouth nearly drops, and Finn sits back groaning at you repeating Rhea. Damian cuts in with a deep voice, “Yea she said that like 5 minutes ago”, he looks at Dominik quizzically.

Dominik nods still looking at you with a bit of concern, “Yea mami, that was 5 minutes ago. Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should lay down”, he stands up moving towards you. You stick a hand up, landing smack onto the center of his chest, “How about no”. Finn and Damian both ‘ooooo’ at the same time, making Rhea smile and roll her eyes, she back hands Damian lightly.

Dominik smiles, loving your attitude through and through, “Okay why don’t you come sit in my lap then?”. Your eyes twinkle at the suggestion, and your attitude drops in a instant, everyone else has turned away talking about something else but the surprise that you changed moods so quick lingered in their faces. You snatch him by his bicep and walk him back to his seat, pushing him down and curling onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Dominik face turns a tint pink at the display but doesn’t dare ask you to move, “What happen to no pda?”, Finn mocks your voice; irritably high pitched.

“What happened to no pda?” You mocking him back, making eye contact with him then whipping around to kiss Dominik. Dominik is caught by surprise but accepts your kiss anyways, wrapping his arms around your waist. All that just to pull back and flip Finn off, Finn rolls his eyes dramatically. “That’s probably the nicest thing she’s ever done for you”, Damian winks at you in support, laughing at Finn’s reactions.

Your phone ringing subsides the laughter and you pop up like a meerkat. You slide/ tumble off of Dominiks lap, leaning and almost falling to the side; Rhea and Dom reach out to catch you. You wave them off the best you can and scramble to the phone, “Hello!”, your volume super loud.

The person on the other side is silent, “Hellloooo?!”, you yell a little louder with a hand on your hip. You soon around to address your friends, “I am so SICK! Of people not answering”, you glare at the phone beside you. Rhea bursts out laughing, your glare looks silly and the phone is still on call. “Why are you laughing I’m serious!”, you huff, throwing your hands up and tossing your phone on the bed after hanging up.

You grumble and walk over to Dominik, slouching into his lap still complaining under your breath. “They didn’t say anything mami?”, he asks playing with your hair. You raise your eyebrow at him in question, “Huh?”.

[depressopax]

Dating apps - Mike Ehrmantraut x gn!reader (scenario)

Pairing: Mike Ehrmantraut x gn!reader Genre: "Angst" with happy ending, scenario Warning(s): Nothing “too explicit” - mostly kissing and mention of sexual tension. Colleagues, Mike being a jerk lol, Mike and reader having an argument. Age gap, gender neutral reader, cuss words, jealousy, mention of drugs, reader is queer, Mike and reader has a past Words: 1.2K Summary: You work for Gus Fring, and do missions together with Mike. Tired of the single life and rejection, you decide to download a dating app, little did you know, Mike is jealous. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

“Are you listening to a word I’m saying?” Mike hisses.

“Yea, I’m sorry!” 

You reply, but honestly? You totally zoned out there for a second. Feeling ashamed for not hearing Mike out, you close the dating app and put your phone away. He glares at you, where you sit in his car beside him.

“What’s up with you today?”

“What do you mean?”

Hanging out with Mike is… Complicated. He’s either in a good mood and can actually be nice talking to, or he’s just really grumpy and quiet. Seems like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today… 

“You’ve been staring into your phone, smiling, all day.”

It is true. You have been letting your guard down all day, distracted with having conversations with people on this one dating app a friend recommended. You are part of Gus' drug empire, working with distribution. Since you’re pretty new and “inexperienced”, Gus still doesn’t trust you to do tasks alone. For two months, you’ve been accompanied by Gus enforcers, often Mike. 

He sees you as an “annoying brat”, whilst you see him as a grumpy old man. 

The first few weeks with him were hell, but somehow, you grew fond of the older man. After weeks of stupid arguments and being assholes to one another, you cracked a joke, to which he actually laughed at. Surprised but satisfied, you continued telling him jokes, and he did the same to you. You had a playful banter between the two of you, and everything was fine, until something happened two weeks ago…

Still high on adrenaline after a dangerous mission, you kissed Mike. He kissed you back for a couple of seconds before pulling away and never mentioned it again, leaving you confused and wondering if you did anything wrong. When you asked him about the kiss the next day, he simply told you to “forget about it”, and has acted distance since. 

“Y/n, for fuck sake.” 

Mike calls, bringing you back to reality. 

“...Sorry?”

“You’ve been smiling at your phone all day, you got a date or something?”

“Maybe. So what?” 

Your voice is colder than intended, and he goes quiet. 

After a few moments of awkward silence, he pulls over at a café. You turn to him in confusion.

“I asked you earlier if you wanted to grab some lunch.” He sounds annoyed, but then he sighs, his voice softening. “It’s lunch time and we still have a long car ride left.”

“Sure, I could eat something.”

He parks the car, and just then, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from a woman you matched with earlier. Curiously, you open the app.

“Dating apps? Really?”

“Yea. It’s a thing now, old man” You mutter. He grunts in reply. “Let me see that.”

“Hey!-”

Before you can react, he grabs your phone. 

“What the fuck happened?” 

Mike snaps, and you hold back laughter, seeing that “he matched” with someone.

“That happens if you swipe right.”

“Talk English, please.”

Leaning closer to him, you start explaining how the app works. He looks entertained.

“What a silly app.”

He scoffs and then leaves the car. You roll your eyes at his behavior. He almost seems… Annoyed? Jealous? You quickly shake the feeling off, trying to not act too delusional. 

As you leave the car, Mike locks the door and starts walking to the café without looking back at you. You have to run up to him and the phone buzzes again. Your laughter causes Mike to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“Your match just wrote “Hey hot stuff” to you!”

“My match?- I didn’t know how that damn app worked, goddammit y/n.”

“Alright! If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”

He clenches his jaw and continues walking. 

Mike chooses a spot in the corner of the cafe with two couches. He’s already looking at the menu when you come back from the bathroom, sitting across from him. 

“Your phone has been blowing up. You seem to be popular.”

The comment makes your face heat up, and you quickly grab your phone, suddenly annoyed by Mike’s shitty mood.

“What do you want me to do? Apologize for trying to find love?”

“Do you need to do it during a fucking mission?”

He roars, his blue eyes staring at you. You stare back at him, too tired to argue back. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding back the emotions you’re feeling. 

“Ready to order?” 

The waiter asks, you feel relieved when he interrupts the awkward silence. Mike orders a sandwich and a coffee black, while you order a cappuccino. When the waiter walks away, Mike looks at you again, but with a softer expression this time. His voice is still stern when he says:

“You should eat something.” 

“Not hungry.”

You say with a shrug. 

“I care about you, y/n.” 

“Then fucking show it.” 

Mike sighs. You look up at him, meeting his guilty eyes. 

“Dating apps are so… Superficial. You deserve better than some selfish person you’ve met online.”

“You’re jealous.”

You say, before even having time to think before speaking. You expect him to be pissed off, that’s why it’s a surprise to see him shrug.

“So what if I am?”

“Mike… I kissed you last week, and you haven’t really shown interest in me since.”

It’s only when talking about it out loud, that you realize how much it hurts. Your eyes suddenly burn from holding back the strong emotions inside of you.

“I’m older than you.”

“No shit.”

He chuckles and gives you a smile. You try looking unfazed, although that smile of his makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I bet I can take you on a better date than any of those bimbos you’re talking to.”

You should be mad at him, but the way he describes your matches, clearly jealous, is entertaining. You manage to blink the few tears away, and lean forward.

“Oh? Is that a challenge?”

“Let me take you on a date, y/n. I’ll show you how someone as sweet and smart as you should be treated.” 

Mike almost sounds anxious when suggesting the date, scared that you’ll reject him. 

“...Depends. Are you gonna be all grumpy and judgemental?”

“No.”

His reply comes quickly, and the expression on his face tells you he means it. 

“Fine.”

Your heart beats like crazy from shock and happiness. As your coffee arrives, Mike keeps looking at you, barely noticing the coffee before him. His smile is one you’ve never seen before.

“Sit next to me.”

His voice is sweet, yet demanding. Without a second thought, you move seats. 

Mike’s rough hand moves down to your thigh, and he tilts your head up towards him. His lips brushes against yours before he moves in, covering your lips with his. Just like him, his kisses are rough and demanding, yet sweet and gentle. 

Once he pulls away from the kiss he leaves you flustered and surprised. 

With his hand still caressing your thigh, he sips his coffee, looking smug about leaving you speechless. 

“I bet no one on that dumb app can kiss you like that.”

I made a smutty"part 2" for this story! :) WHERE ARE MY FELLOW MIKE SIMPS? SAY "AYYYY"

[skulls-soul]

My dumb stupid “ homework” is done and my job/employment is safe (for now) so why not I give y’all another dimigi idea (dimentio x luigi)

OK this is kind of the same set up as last time in where Luigi, Mario peach and Bowser just finished saving the universe but instead of it being that night he saw dimentio in his dream’s, it took a week for Luigi to hear him in his head

When this first happened, Luigi was scared shitless! at home all alone with Mario not coming back until late in the afternoon the next day!! Which was in hindsight a good thing since it gave him at least a little bit of time to get used to the voice while Mario was not around (that and to make sure he’s not crazy)

That means that once again he doesn’t tell Mario about what’s going on. He doesn’t want to worry him because he saved the universe last week.. (smh)  Mario still saw him jump every once in a while, but it’s small enough, in where Luigi can just pass it off as something silly

With that being said if I heard the voice of a villain, that mind controlled me to help him succeed in destroying the universe in my head saying “ how long does it take to style a tiny fuzzy mustache?”  I would jump Yelp and spin around, using my comb as a weapon too!

He wouldn’t really be able to pass it off as something silly at such a loud yelp

 Ever since that first time dimentio spoke he’s been putting his input on things luigi does in his day to day. At first it was just insults and jabs with an occasional question that isn’t so politely placed. Although, at some point that change to occasional genuine question

And it’s because Luigi always answered his questions, no matter how rudely placed, and when he got his answers, he was fascinated by Luigi’s description of the world and it also got him curious on the green fellow himself

Up the point where he started asking personal questions. When he first did so, it genuinely startled Luigi but for different reasons instead of it just being due to the sudden voice. But just like with any other question, the jester asked Luigi gave him a genuine answer. 

“ what is your favorite place in the entirety of the mushroom kingdom?” dimentio asked as Luigi walked down the woodsy path to his and Mario’s house

….. “the casino” Luigi answered hesitantly, his gaze focused on the ground.

It was dimentio’s turn to be surprised causing a laugh out of the jester,leaving luigi feeling warm

at some point, it became less and less questions about the world and more about Luigi

And At some point along Luigis adventure of getting the disembodied voice out of his head, he became well acquainted with said voice although one day they burst out into an argument (Demento said something about his mustache) so when Mario came into the bathroom with a Weegee screaming at his reflection… you can say that he was concerned

And when Luigi explained to him that the split smiled Villain is talking to him in his head…that it didn’t help with his concerns

In fact it did the exact opposite…

Aaand now he’s in peach’s castle with the two worrying over him…then Bowser joined cuz OF COURSE it’s game night so not only Bowser is here but his best friend Daisy, waluigi and wario were there…it was hectic to say the least

So much so that he had to leave the room to get some air

Dimentio was worried in which surprised him because he never thought that he would ever feel worried for the plumber and yet here he is

He didn’t say anything though, not until Luigi’s heart slowed down it was a simple question. “are you ok?” 

“Oh Um..ya just not used to being the center of attention hehe”

“Hmm well they were being loud and annoying so I did book it out of there too”

 if Luigis Giggle did something to dimentio’s brain that is for him to know and him to know only. “their just concerned… well half of them are” luigi says

“Well I think they should have a bit more faith in you after all you were quite a foe”

Luigi pouts to that yet thanks him nonetheless.

“So what do u plan on doing?” dimentio asked

“Mama Mia I have no clue”

“I think you should march back in there and give them a peace of your mind”

“Hehe….you know what your right!”

“I’m right? I mean obviously but you usually don’t go with my ideas”

“ I am going to kindly give them a piece of my mind”

“Of course” Demento really shouldn’t be surprised but he’s happy nonetheless that Luigi is taking his advice and so with that all being said and done, Luigi stands up and tells the group that they should continue with game night as per usual so he can show them all that he is fine (at least physically)

And so they do

Aaaaaand this post is too long so I’m gonna leave it here and make other posts about these two in this scenario. Sense frankly I have too many ideas 



[aita-blorbos]

AITA for accidentally killing my partner in a fit of anger?

ok so basically four years ago my friend P (25) and i (28) were building this super huge basement to make a statue room (we would build statues and then put them there), when we discovered this like small red fuzzy egg thing covered in vines. we both instantly thought it was super cute and began showering it with gifts and spreading its vines around the local area and even inside our house!

my situationship/husband/boyfriend/bff/silly rabbit S (24) hated it though. like he was really seriously creeped out by it. i was already attached to our new little egg at this point so i was really hurt and thought it would cause a divorce or something, so P and our mutual friend A and i decided to lock him up with it and see if he warmed up to it.

he did, but in a much worse way than i was expecting. when we broke him out, he'd turned bright red from his original diamond blue and all he wanted was to stay next to that stupid egg. it's like we weren't even friends anymore...

anyway i obviously drove myself further into devotion for the egg and decided to band together with my friends and take over the land with it. unfortunately, not many people seemed to like our methods of spreading the seeds of the egg around, nor did they like our more... aggressive methods, shall we say. eventually, it became too much for P and she left us altogether to form an anti-egg organisation (pro-omelette she called it); it really hurt the group morale, but the egg assured us that this was for the best. she wasn't a true friend anyway.

to get back in the good graces of the general public, we decided to host a banquet as an olive branch and apology for everyone.

a few days before the event, i visited S in the egg room (our plans to make it a statue room had been abandoned now that the egg had grown and taken over), and we had a huge argument. he didn't wanna talk to me at all, just wanted to be alone with the egg. he didn't understand that i was doing all this for him. every little thing i did in the past few months, sacrificing my friendships and hurting people and organising this event and preaching and devoting myself to the egg was just so he could come back to me.

but it was like he didn't even recognise me! (or i didn't recognise him, but what's the difference, really) our argument got so heated that i pushed him--it was supposed to be a light push, just to snap him out of it, or most probably just because i was angry and needed to let something out--but he was always so much shorter than me. he ended up falling into a pit of lava and losing his first life.

i wouldn't let this deter me, though; if anything, inwas even more determined to make sure all this wasn't just for naught. the banquet ended up being a smashing success for the most part, until we revealed its true purpose as a mass sacrifice to the egg and beheaded P's son. enraged, they killed A in retaliation despite being the one who betrayed US in the first place but that's a whole other thing. and then my son-in-law (long story), an anarchist with questionable ethics and some teenager showed up and forced us into hiding, containing the egg in the process.

i found out that S woke up on our shared island uninfected, which makes me feel a little better, but not much so. he killed me to release me from the egg's power too, and all the horrible things i'd done under its influence came crashing down on me when i respawned.

was all of this my fault? i feel like it was, but at the same time, i know i couldn't control myself. at least for the most part.

AITA?

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 12: Text, Lies & Video

~Junk-N-Stuff~

Some people buy some seriously weird stuff. Take the lady in Junk-N-Stuff right now, she was buying some head. Not an actual head, a wax one, sculpted from a guy who looked strangely familiar.

"Okay, we hope your daughter enjoys that head." Henry smiled politely at the woman as she left the store. It was an odd purchase, but hey, she'd paid the full asking price, so everyone was happy.

"Oh, she is gonna love this." The woman told the boy as (y/n) and Charlotte cleaned up the cash register's counter

"And hey, if you get any more boys' heads in, please let me know." She smiled, freaking the employees out but they kept their discomfort hidden by nodding and smiling.

"You think I'm weird, don't you?" The woman said to them worried when she recognised their fake smiles.

"Yeah, we do." (y/n) deadpanned, looking up from the counter for a minute before walking out.

"Okay, and we are...closed!" Henry announced after showing the woman out and flipping the sign. God, it had been a long day and they were all just ready to wind down.

"Woo-hoo!" Charlotte cheered with the young woman next to her as Henry took out his gumball tube. Ugh, not this again. He had been begging Charlotte to take a video of him transforming into Kid Danger so he could see how it looked, but Charlotte, like (y/n), thought it was a dumb idea.

"Okay, are we ready to shoot the video?" He asked them, making their smiles drop.

"No, we're ready to shoot nothing." (y/n) told him, being firmly against the idea of keeping a video of Henry revealing his identity. If it got out, that would spell the end of Henry being Ray's sidekick.

"Oh, come on, just do it," Henry begged them, desperate to see if he looked cool or not. One little video wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Hey, look what I found." (y/n) fake gasped when she spotted the perfect prop under the counter.

"What?" Henry asked curiously and the two girls lifted an ornamental N and O, that spelt "NO". They thought it was funny, but Henry wasn't so amused. He had another strategy on his mind.

"Okay, what if Ray says it's okay?" The boy prompted, causing the girls to scoff. If (y/n) said no to something, Ray often did too since he was a big softie for her.

"Oh, you think Ray's gonna say it's okay? If (y/n) says no, then he will too." Charlotte pointed out, but Henry wanted to ask anyway. If you don't ask, you don't get. 

"Well, let's go ask him." The young woman and Henry said at the same time, thinking along the same lines. Ray was the boss, so he should get the last say.

"Jinx! You owe me a coconut!" They pointed at each other, giggling slightly at their silliness. Charlotte began to argue with Henry about how stupid he was being, which then made Henry argue back about how right he was and it snowballed from there.

"You know I'm right!" Henry yelled as (y/n) stood in the middle of them in the elevator, feeling pretty irritated at how they were screaming in her ears.

"Okay! Calm, everyone, calm! Just calm!" She screamed, stopping the kids from shouting, well, stopping them arguing. A trip in the elevator made them all yell in terror. 

~In the Man Cave~ 

Ray looked at the elevator in confusion as three frightened and noisy voices came down the shaft and crashed in his hideout. And the peace was ruined. 

Henry, Charlotte and (y/n) stumbled out from one, big heap, but the teens had resumed their argument whilst their older friend groaned.

"I think I bruised my elbow." She whined but perked up quickly when the purple blemish healed over sharpish. She still wasn't used to having a superpower, but she wasn't complaining. Seeing it in action made her smile every time.

She shuffled over to Ray and gave him a quick hug as Henry and Charlotte continued to bicker. It had been a whole two hours since they'd last seen each other and they were starting to get withdrawal symptoms - silly lovebirds. They parted and looked to the kids in amusement.

"Oh, Henry, I'm sorry, you were right and I was wrong. Jinx, you gotta buy me a coconut!" They kept jinxing each other and it was hilarious for Ray to watch as he wrapped his arms around his girl and rested his chin on top of her head. Their overlapping speech made the teens break apart and glower at Ray, expecting him to decide who was the winner.

"What's the beef, jerkies?" He asked, making (y/n) giggle at his pun. He loved making her laugh.

"Okay, get this. Henry wants me to shoot a video of him blowing one of his bubbles and transforming into Kid Danger so that he can watch the video and see what it looks like." Charlotte explained succinctly, hoping that having (y/n) on her side would mean Ray wouldn't allow it. 

"Insane, right?" The young woman looked up at him, ignoring the way the funny angle made her neck ache. She wouldn't complain, he had his arms around her waist, she didn't want that to stop.

"Oh my god!" Ray exclaimed, making the girls think he agreed with them. Maybe he wasn't as dumb as he let on.

"Right?" Charlotte agreed, but her smile fell when he jumped ship and gave Henry his approval and worse.

"Can we do it together?" He asked the boy, making Henry laugh in success and (y/n) break out of his arms so she could stand with Charlotte.

"Yeah!" Henry cried as he and Ray slapped their hands together.

"Can't believe I've never thought of transforming into Captain Man on video, so I can see what it looks like!" The large man chuckled, ignoring how empty his arms were since (y/n) had left them. 

"Right? Let's do it together, now!" Henry told him, both of them thinking it was a fantastic idea.

"Hey, what part of "insane" don't you guys get? You can't do this! What happens if it gets out?" (y/n) asked them seriously, folding her arms and frowning at her best friend. This could ruin his whole livelihood, did he really want to risk that?

"Why you always gotta say no?" Henry whined at her, which made the girls raise their eyebrows. They were just trying to protect them from disaster.

"You don't wanna be the party of no." Ray joked, but (y/n) didn't laugh, even though he was trying to sweeten her up. She was dead set against this.

"That's not a fun party," Henry added, irritating them further.

"Well, I'm sorry if we're the only ones around here who actually who actually think things through." Charlotte sassed them, making (y/n) high-five her for her excellent comeback. The males often acted without thinking first and it was always them that they went crying for help.

"Name one time that I didn't think something through." Ray scoffed, making his best friend chuckle sarcastically. She could think of a million examples of when he'd screwed up over the years and needed her to bail him out. 

"Oh, ho-ho! Okay, what about the time when there was that fly on the elevator door?" She smirked at him, her and Charlotte vividly remembering the chaos he caused over one stupid fly.

"I don't remember any fly." The man said vaguely, looking around suspiciously as he avoided eye contact. Okay, yeah he may or may not have overreacted that time, but it wasn't that bad...

~Flashback~

Henry was sitting with the Man Cave's resident adults on the couch, laughing with them at how funny the sitcom they were watching was. It was an oldie, but a goodie. (y/n) had taken it as a good opportunity to take her favourite position, snuggled into Ray's side and he happily put his arm around her. He loved taking time to just chillax with her like this, it was the best way to spend a lazy afternoon. No responsibilities, no crimes, just his love, good friends and a good show.

As (y/n) was giggling into his shoulder, Charlotte was dashing around the room with a flyswatter, trying to a pesky fly that really getting on her nerves. Splat! Dang it, why'd the fly have to be so fast?

"Hey, has anyone seen where the fly went?" She asked her friends as she lost sight of her prey. Everyone turned around to have a quick look for the fly, even though Ray was grumpy that his little snuggle session with (y/n) had been interrupted. 

"Oh, there it is! On the elevator door." Henry pointed out and Charlotte got herself ready to kill it once and for all, but Ray, wanting to get it over with completely so he could have five minutes peace with his girl, decided that a measly flyswatter wasn't going to cut.

"Hang on, I got it." He said, picking up a large laser blaster from next to him and (y/n), making the girl look at him in horror.

"Ray, what are you doing? Think about this---" He fired before she could finish or stop him, the plasma melting through the door as Charlotte ducked for cover. Everyone looked at him with irritated faces as the metal of the elevator floor cooled, revealing that they now had a huge hole in it.

Ray guiltily slid back around in his seat, hoping that by some miracle the young woman next to him wouldn't have seen his blunder and would just cuddle into him again. But, she had, and like Charlotte, she was pissed.

"Great, more work. Why don't you think these things through?" She chastised him, hitting the back of his head in a pissed-off slap. She had been enjoying being so close to him, but now, it was over since she had to solder the door back up. Dumb Ray.

~End of Flashback~

"Remember it cost four thousand dollars to repair that elevator door?" Henry giggled, despite the serious matter. It was a hell of a lot of money and it meant that for a month they had to decrease their budget in other areas. Way to go, Ray.

"Yes, and can you all remember that we are not made of money? And I'm not soldering anything else for the next six months!" (y/n) snapped, the bad memory irritating her into a grouchy mood. Couldn't he just listen to her for once? Even if he didn't listen to her trying to tell him she loved him, she wished he'd just listen to her as a friend.

"And you missed the fly," Charlotte recalled, adding even more bitterness to the situation. Four thousand bucks for nothing, Ray really knew how to push everyone's buttons.

"Eh, I get the message." He conceded, wanting to get on his best friend's good side as she frowned grumpily. He hated it when she was annoyed with him, it always resulted in him following her around like a needy puppy until she gave in and let him hug her.

"Okay, come on, let's shoot the video," Henry told Ray, eager to get this thing done so he could see how cool he was as Kid Danger.

"Here, use my phone." The boy passed it to Charlotte as the woman next to her folded her arms. 

"Yeah, all right." The girl sighed, opening up the PearPhone's camera and directing it at the two superheroes. She knew it was gonna go wrong, but she was too tired to argue anymore and she didn't want a full-blown argument to erupt between Ray and (y/n). That wouldn't be fun for anyone.

"Hey, how's my hair?" Ray asked his friends as he fiddled around with it a bit, hoping his flexing arms would dazzle (y/n) into smiling at him. He just wanted her happy, and if this video could impress her, maybe she'd love him just enough to see that he was desperate to be her guy.

"Perfect." The young woman answered honestly, thinking she'd never seen him with unperfect hair. His plan worked, his gorgeous appearance did melt her anger, but she wouldn't let him see how it turned her into a puddle of goo. Her face twitched into a soft smile, indicating subtly that she wasn't angry, just not happy with the situation.

"I know. Why'd I even ask?" Ray gulped, quickly using humour to hide his flustered reaction to how her eyes sparkled when she told him that. One look and he was the puddle of goo, his heart burning at the knowledge that she thought he looked good. It was like Christmas all over again.

"Hey, your sister just texted you," Charlotte told Henry, working through whatever tension was stirring up between the two adults. Instances like this were getting more and more frequent and Charlotte predicted it was only a matter of time before someone made a move.

"What's she want?" The boy asked as he and Ray got his gum ready.

"She says, text me that pic where I look great and Marla looks like a frog, right now." (y/n) read out from over Charlotte's shoulder, seeing that Piper was caught up in some stupid preteen drama.

"Just ignore it," Henry instructed them, so Charlotte rejected the notification and rotated the camera so she'd get the widest angle.

"Okay, recording." She told them with a sigh as the boys chewed their special gum.

"Ready?" Henry asked Ray.

"Yeah, let's get busy, yo. Then, watch the video." He replied, his silly rhyme making Henry and (y/n) giggle, but the woman tried to keep a stern face.

"Dork." She stuck her tongue out at him, but he could see that she was trying to stop herself from laughing. God, he loved that laugh.

"Oh, the rhymes." Charlotte looked off in disgust as she was less amused than everyone else. Henry and Ray started to blow their bubbles carefully, before snapping into their Captain Man and Kid Danger costumes. Charlotte tapped the "stop recording" button on Henry's phone and the two buys dashed over so they could watch it.

"Come on, let me see it!" Ray squealed excitedly, but Henry wasn't happy with that arrangement.

"No, I get to see it first." He told his boss, who frowned at the suggestion. He was the boss, so he thought that he should be the one to watch the video. 

"I'm Captain Man," Ray argued, using his elevated position in the ranks to gain some ground. To (y/n), it always sounded funny to hear him call himself by his official title. Of course, she knew that he was the famed superhero, after eight years working for him she'd never forget that, but to her, he was just Ray. Sweet, charming, funny Ray. Still, she'd be branded a liar if she said that she didn't find Captain Man unbelievably hot and the fact that he was her best friend, no one else, made her feel so special.

"It's my phone." Henry reminded him, thinking that it was his property, so he should get the first viewing.

"It's my phone." Ray mocked him in a dumb voice, causing (y/n) to roll her eyes. This really wasn't worth an argument.

"Hey, doofus, why don't you and Henry watch it together?" She hinted to him, making his head snap to her.

"Watch it together, oh yeah, let's do that." He corrected his silly accent when she gave him a pointed look and bent his head down to look at Henry's phone. 

"Videos...ah!" Henry was searching for the video when he received yet another text from his sister. She always annoyed him when he was in the middle of something.

"Why won't Piper stop texting me about the stupid pic of her and Marla?" Henry groaned, even though there was a very simple solution to his problem.

"Just send your sister the pic she wants so she'll stop interrupting us," Ray told him, so Henry nodded and sent an attachment to his sister, only it wasn't the right thing...

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I did not just do this! No, no, no, no, no!" He screamed, making his friends look at him in worry.

"Kid, what's wrong?" Ray asked as he and (y/n) gazed at the panicking boy.

"Henry, what?" Charlotte asked too, thinking that he'd done something stupidly bad, and he had.

"Is it my hair?" Ray asked worriedly, praying to God that he hadn't been walking around his messy hair in front of (y/n). He couldn't present himself as sloppy or untidy to her, she'd never go out with him and would probably go off with some dude who had outstanding hair.

"Raymond, stop worrying about your hair." The young woman hit him on the arm, thinking that he could sit in a tornado and still have the most gorgeous brown locks she'd ever seen. 

"I just--I texted the video to Piper." He breathed out nervously, feeling so scared that he was sure he was gonna pass out.

"...WHAAAAAAT?!!!!!" Ray, (y/n) and Charlotte screamed in horror as they all looked at the sidekick with wide eyes. The girls had tried to warn them and they weren't that surprised that shit had gone wrong because of the stupid video.

"Come on, come on, come on. Piper, answer your phone." Henry mumbled to himself as he and his friends started to pace the Man Cave. He needed to phone Piper and tell her to throw her phone into a volcano or something. Anything that would stop her from seeing that damn video was okay in their books.

"What are you gonna do if she saw the video?" (y/n) hissed, anxiously clutching Ray's arm as they paced. Her nerves were on end and she was fairly certain this was the worst thing that could've happened to them. If word got out that Ray was Captain Man, she'd probably have to leave him and that made her sick to her stomach.

"She'll probably show it to everybody!" Ray exclaimed, also feeling terrified at the thought of their identities being exposed. This was his home, his livelihood. With everything out in the open, everything would be in danger, especially (y/n) and he had promised himself that even with her super-healing, she'd never come to harm.

"Ooo, what happens if she posts it online?" Charlotte questioned too, feeling the pressure of the situation she found herself in. Why did she let them shoot that damn video?

"Ooo, how old is she?" Ray asked, not realising how their incessant questions were freaking Henry out even more.

"I don't know, I know, I don't know, ten!" The stressed boy answered each question, but his heart elevated with delight when another call came in.

"What?" Ray looked at his sidekick's changing expressions, fearing the worst.

"Is it Piper?" (y/n) asked hopefully, her grip on Ray's bicep like iron, but he didn't mind. He never minded any touch from her.

"No, Jasper's calling me," Henry replied, making Ray cringe in frustration. He found himself eternally angry with the dumb bucket kid since he always interfered when they were in deep shit.

"Jasper?" He growled as Henry answered the call, making (y/n) gently rub his back to calm him down. They already had enough emotion going on, they didn't need more.

"Hello?" Henry said, hearing how Jasper was at his house, which Henry wasn't expecting.

"What are you doing at my house?" He asked in confusion, so Jasper told him that he went over to talk about their chemistry homework and Henry realised that he was in the perfect place to swipe Piper's phone and delete everything that could screw him and Ray over.

"Please, shut up!" He interrupted his friend, overcoming how rude he sounded. Jasper would understand, hopefully.

"Ask him if he's seen Piper!" (y/n) whispered to him, making him shush his friends as he tried to keep Jasper from knowing that something was up.

"Have you seen Piper?" He asked the curly-haired boy, who replied saying that she'd gone upstairs to take a shower. 

"Oh, thank God." Henry breathed out a sigh of relief at the news. That meant she wouldn't have seen the incriminating evidence.

"Hey, hey, hey, where's Piper's phone?" The kid interrupted Jasper's confusion and was ecstatic to learn that his sister had left her phone downstairs to charge with her mom's phone. Result.

"It's there charging next to my mom's phone." Henry relayed the information to Ray, Charlotte and (y/n), making Ray smirk at the mention of the blonde.

"Oh, your mom?" He said, trying to keep up his playboy appearance, despite his heart yelling at him that he felt nothing for the woman.

"Stop that." Henry scolded his boss in disgust when he noticed how his comments about his mother made (y/n) swallow her sadness and blink back a few tears. God, she hated that she always let his flirting get to her and sometimes, she wondered what it was that she felt for him. Surely, love couldn't hurt this much?

"She hasn't seen it yet?" Henry smiled excitedly when 'Jasper told him that Piper hadn't checked her messages. This was perfect. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!!" He fist-pumped the air in celebration, making his friends wonder what the big deal was.

"Oh, wait, no, no, no, no, no! Do not hang up the phone!" He pleaded with Jasper when the boy was saying goodbye. Things were getting too weird, even for him.

"Jasper, if you've ever been my friend, if you've ever cared about me, even a little bit, okay, then bring Piper's phone to me at Junk-N-Stuff right this second, no matter what." Henry gave him the all-important instructions.

"Hurry!" He encouraged Jasper once he had agreed to help him. It was all a matter of waiting and praying now. Ray looked at the kid expectantly, desperate to hear what had been said.

"Okay, he's on his way," Henry told them, causing them to all sigh and let go of most of the stress. This was good, they just needed to wipe that phone and everything would be great. Well, it would great when they killed the new fly that had appeared in the Man Cave. 

"Oh, man. The fly's back!" Charlotte groaned, trying to grab the fly with her bare hands, but it was too small and too quick. Thinking that this situation called for drastic measures, Ray raised his gun in preparation to shoot the thing again, but (y/n) saw him and scowled before he could cause any more damage.

"Fire that thing and I'm moving out." She threatened him and he immediately threw the gun back on the cabinet. He could put up with the annoying hum of a fly, but not the absence of his sweet girl, the idea terrified him.

"Let's just go wait for Piper up in Junk-N-Stuff," Charlotte said, and they agreed that they should be up there preparing for the second that Jasper decided to walk through the door. 

~Upstairs, 10 minutes later~

Having grabbed a few bags of popcorn, the four friends had made the journey up to the shop and were now nervously waiting for Jasper to get there. The popcorn was both a blessing and a mistake; it took their minds off the situation, but also meant that they were rapidly shovelling fistfuls into their mouths.

"Stop hogging the bag!" (y/n) whined at Ray as he held their shared bag, needing the sweet taste of the popped snack to settle her rampant nerves. 

"I am not hogging," Ray told her with a pouty face, letting her take a large handful so she could snack and pace independently. 

"Where's Jasper?" Charlotte snapped at Henry, making him jump and spill his popcorn everywhere. Ray and (y/n) turned around to see what the commotion was about before fixating their focus on the door again.

"He's on his way here," Henry told her in an annoyed tone, disheartened that he had no more popcorn to munch.

"Hey, you're cleaning that up." The young woman said as she turned away from the door and inspected the mess on her squeaky clean floors. She'd had enough work for one day.

"Well, what if he watches the video?" Ray asked Henry, brushing over his best friend's interruption.

"He can't Piper's got a passcode on her phone, there's no way—" Henry was cut off as Jasper burst into the shop, sweaty and exhausted from his sprint to the shop. 

"I—I bro—I brought—oh, God..." He panted as his lungs and limbs felt like they were on fire. His lack of words infuriated Ray, who just wanted the damn phone.

"Speak, boy!" He shouted angrily as the kids joined in on his interrogation.

"Do you have Piper's phone?"

"Where's the phone?" Henry and Charlotte asked in urgent voices, making Jasper fumble in his pocket.

"I—-phewwwww!" He tiredly lifted what he thought to be Piper's phone and everyone relaxed, sighing as the tension left their bodies.

"Hallelujah." (y/n) smiled, but it soon fell when Piper came running into the store with wet hair and pyjamas. Oh, shit, she knew that Jasper had taken her phone.

Ray and (y/n) tried to calm her down as she jumped onto Jasper back and attempted to attack him, making Henry and Charlotte cringe at her viciousness.

"Piper, sweetheart, let go! The young woman begged the girl and she and Ray grabbed her arms and the teens grabbed her feet. They were hoping they could yank her off and after (y/n)'s gentle pleading, she finally relented.

"Okay, okay, okay, you need to calm down," Henry ordered his sister, but she just snarled in response. 

"He jacked my phone!" She hissed, glowering at the curly-haired boy as he rubbed his sore neck.

"I was told to!" He revealed to her, causing Piper to look at him angrily.

"By who?" She asked, demanding that he tell her so she could rip their heads off.

"Look, the important thing is that we have it," Ray said, trusting that (y/n)'s friendship with Piper would help to keep her from screaming at him. She was one of the only adults Piper respected and he was more than willing to exploit that.

"Why is that important? Wait..." Piper squinted at the device in Ray's hand and all her anger disappeared when she realised she had nothing to be angry about.

"That's not my phone." She said, making everyone look at it with horrified expressions. Henry rushed over to inspect it and on a closer look, realised she was telling the truth.

"This is my mom's phone." He growled at Jasper as the sinking feeling returned to his stomach. 

"What?!" He yelled, snatching it out of Henry's hand so he could see it.

"What?!" Ray did the same, yanking the phone into his own hands. Just like that, they were neck-deep in trouble again.

"You grabbed the wrong phone?" Charlotte hissed. They'd gone to so much effort to get it here and it was all for nothing.

"You had one thing to do, kid. One thing!" Ray told Jasper in a whiny, strained tone, grabbing him by the shirt to emphasise his point, until (y/n) stepped in and got him to let go. 

"Ray, put the boy down." She instructed him flatly, her anxiety now going through the roof.

"I thought you cared about me." Henry sniffed at Jasper, pretending to be upset because he wanted Jasper to feel bad after his colossal mistake.

"I do! She was all over me, I'm sorry!" He whimpered for forgiveness, but Ray suddenly had a brain wave. If Mrs Hart's phone was here, then...

"Wait, Henry, if that's your mom's phone, then Piper's phone is..." He trailed off as the penny dropped for everyone else.

"Still at my house." Henry breathed out, looking at his sister briefly before madly sprinting out of the store. Hopefully, his long legs would get him there before Piper skinned him alive.

"Henry! Leave my phone alone!!!!" She shouted as she ran after him, leaving Ray and (y/n) alone with the two remaining teens.

"Feel how sweaty I am," Jasper told Charlotte, who just frowned in repulsion at the thought of touching his slimy skin.

"No, thank you." She retorted, sloping off to behind the till as the adults quietly tittered about their situation.

"If she catches him, she'll kill him." (y/n) told her best friend whilst she played with her sleeve. A nervous habit that told him that she needed his support.

"He'll be fine." He reassured her gently, bringing her into a hug so he could hold her against his chest. She gratefully buried her nose into the soft material of his shirt and prayed that he was right. Everything was resting on Henry's shoulders.

~Henry's house~

Password, password, what's Piper's damn password? Her birthday, maybe? Damn, if Henry could only remember it. What if he just tried the easiest combination in the world?

"One, two, three, four." Henry punched in the code and growled in frustration when the phone rejected it with a firm vibration. 

"HENRY!" The boy paled when he heard his sister's angry voice call from the porch. Think, think, think! Henry spotted the food grinder in the sink and an idea sprung into his mind. It was evil, but sometimes you have to do bad things for a good cause.

"Oh, hey, Piper, whoops!" Henry waited until his sister was in the kitchen and then dropped her phone into the sink, causing Piper to gasp in shock.

"Did you just drop my phone down the sink?" She asked, even though she'd seen him do it with her own eyes. 

"Yeah, but it was an accident." Henry lied and when Piper stepped forward to reclaim her most prized passion, Henry switched on the grinder, effectively obliterating her phone to smithereens. 

"Hey...that's not the light switch." He trailed off, trying to excuse what he had done. He felt bad when his little sister teared up, but the problem was over and his secret identity was safe, right?

"I am gonna kill you!" She growled in a throaty voice, her heart breaking as she mourned her beloved phone. Well, she would've killed him if Mr Hart hadn't interrupted her murderous intentions.

"Henry just put my phone in the garbage disposal and turned it on!" Piper snitched to her dad when he asked them what the horrendous noise was that he had heard from upstairs.

"Dad, why would I intentionally put my little sister's phone in the garbage disposal and then do this?" Henry demonstrated what he had done, shredding the last few remnants of Piper's phone. 

"That's just not something I'd do intentionally, y'know?" He supplemented his lie, using his status as the family's golden child to his advantage. 

"I know, son." Mr Hart nodded, making Piper blanch in anger. She hated that her dad believed her brother over her, just because she was a little/very prickly sometimes.

"And anyway, it doesn't even matter." Mr Hart told her, confusing Henry.

"Why doesn't it even matter?" He asked, feeling puzzled. Had he missed something?

"Well, your mom and I wanted to wait until your birthday next week, but happy early birthday." Mr Hart presented a brand new PearPhone to his daughter. At least Henry knew when her birthday was now. 

"You got me the new PearPhone? Oh my god, I love this!" The little girl beamed at her father before he left the siblings alone.

"Y'see Piper, everything's great," Henry said to her, thinking that everything had fallen into place.

"No, because it's been over a month since I backed up my old phone so I lost everything since then." She rolled her eyes, feeling gutted that she'll have lost all her unsaved pics and data, unlike Henry, who did a mini fist-pump at the news. He hadn't even thought of backups to the Cloud and was more than relieved to learn that the video wouldn't have been safely stored.

"You haven't lost everything from your old phone, remember? Your mom set it so that your phone automatically backs up to the Cloud." Mr Hart said from the other side of the kitchen. Oh god, what did he mean it automatically backed up? That would mean that the video was still around.

"Oh yeah, the Cloud!" Piper giggled happily, not seeing how Henry's face paled in horror.

"The Cloud..." He gulped, running out of the house to the porch. He didn't care that his family looked at him weirdly, he just needed to talk to Ray and (y/n) so he could get some expert advice.

"Come on, come on come on..." Henry impatiently tapped his foot as he waited for someone to pick up his call.

"Henry!" Ray suddenly appeared over his wrist as he sprinted to the computer. 

"Did you get your sister's phone away from her?" He asked quickly, feeling the pinch of an hour's anxious wait with (y/n) in his arms. Despite the calming scent of her perfume and shampoo, he couldn't help his rapid heartbeat.

"Yeah, but I need to talk to Charlotte and (y/n)," Henry told him, knowing that they'd have some ideas on hacking into the cloud and stopping all hell from breaking loose.

"Oh...Charlotte, (y/n/n). Someone wants you and not me." Ray told the girls with a disappointed pout. He hated it when he couldn't help and wasn't wanted since he was always wanted as Captain Man.

"Aw, don't feel bad, doofus." Henry heard (y/n) comfort him as she and Charlotte walked to the hologram machine, but he didn't get to see the loving kiss she planted on his cheek or the way Ray turned tomato-red as a result.

"Hey, Henry." Charlotte greeted for both of them as they stood to talk to the boy. Ray just slithered to the couch to fan his hot cheeks and burning loins. 'Gotta keep it under control, she's not yours.' He reminded himself, ignoring the way his heart tightened painfully when he thought about how he'd never be the one to keep her safe, treat her right or wait for her to walk down the aisle.

"Guys, listen if Piper lost her old phone and then she got a new phone..." He started, the girls listening intently to his question.

"Yeah..." Charlotte mumbled to indicate her attention.

"When she restores her data from the Cloud, would she get everything back?" He asked, hoping that the answer would be good.

"Well, yeah. If her old phone was set to back up automatically." (y/n) told her, rolling her eyes when Ray came up behind her and listened to their conversation.

"I could've told you that." He said, poking his head into the hologram, annoying (y/n) as he barged his way in. 

"Get out of it, Raymond!" She complained, pushing his face away so they could concentrate on Henry's phone.

"What about text messages she hasn't read yet? Texts, pics, videos?" He asked further, worrying when (y/n) and Charlotte looked at each other in concern.

"Oh no, she'd get everything back!" Charlotte realised in fright, the butterflies returning to her stomach. 

"Dang it!" Henry cursed as Ray heard the bad news and came back over.

"This is bad. This really, really bad." Charlotte said, more to herself than anyone else.

"You guys shouldn't have let me and Henry shoot that video," Ray said, making the females look at him in outrage. What the...the cheek! 

"You dick, Raymond Manchester! We told you not to do it, but nooooo, you knew best and you ignored everything we said. I said specifically that the idea was insane!" (y/n) growled at him in fury, pissed off that he dared to put the blame on them.

"You did not make that clear." The large man gulped as he faced her wrath, regretting his playful words when she gave him a look that could kill. 

"Guys, what do I do?" Henry interrupted, needing advice quick.

"Okay, uh, just wait for her phone to finish loading and then get her phone away from her and delete that video from her phone and the Cloud." (y/n) told him simply, to which Charlotte agreed. It was a solid plan, but it would be a nightmare taking away Piper's new phone. 

"Okay, delete the video from her phone and the Cloud, got it. I'll just wait until she's done with—ahhh!" Henry snapped his watch shut when one of his neighbours came over to ask him about his watch. How was he meant to get out of this one?

"Oh...I, uh..." He stuttered when she asked about seeing the hologram of Charlotte and his crazy boss's not-girlfriend. He couldn't think of a plausible explanation, so he just went for the easiest option of shooting her with a laser to make her fall unconscious. Poor Mrs Hendricks.

"Man, this is really not my day." He said to himself before grabbing Mrs Hendricks ankles so he could hide her sleeping body. It looked unbelievably suspicious and he was praying that no one else would come to the porch.

"Henry, what are you doing out there?" He heard his dad call from the living room, making him gulp as he started to pull Mrs Hendricks away.

" Uh, just looking at the super-moon! Wow, what a moon, it's totally super!" He lied, cringing at how his neighbour's head was scraping on the ground. He was right, this had been a terrible day.

~

Okay, Piper was sitting at the kitchen table, giggling at some dumb video as her phone downloaded all of her old data. Creeping over from the kitchen counter, Henry slowly made his way to Piper, swallowing the lump in his throat that was forming. She'd hate him for this and if she caught him, he wouldn't live to tell the tale, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Grabbing an orange from the counter, he innocently peeked over at her phone and noticed that eighteen per cent of the data had been downloaded and it was increasing with every passing second.

"Good evening." He said ingenuously when she looked up at him in suspicion. She got the feeling that he was up to something and it put her on edge.

"Why are you standing there staring at me?" She asked him in a judgy tone.

"Oh, um...I was just curious as to how long it takes to set up the new PearPhone, 'cause I was thinking of getting one. So, I'm just observing... the process." He lied, making her suspicions grow even more.

"Just stay away from me and my new phone. I don't want it going in the garbage disposal." She snapped, making Henry laugh to diffuse the tension.

"That was just a freak accident." He chuckled as Piper's face remained emotionless.

"Yeah, freak." She sassed, just as the doorbell sounded. It was Jasper, returning his mom's phone after he had taken it to Junk-N-Stuff, only he was scared stiff to enter the Hart's house since Piper was still pissed about him nicking her phone. She definitely wasn't over it either, so she threw an apple at his head, knocking the poor kid to the floor. Another "freak" accident. 

~

The wait was agonising and Henry kept having to do stuff so he'd appear to be busy and not loitering around his sister. He boiled cereal, pickles, bread and root beer into a disgusting sludge that filled the house with a putrid smell. He had even managed to get shuffle under the table and tie Piper's leg to her chair in preparation for his great escape. 

Henry stirred above the pot absentmindedly, proffering to focus on her new phone as the download counted down. 97, 98, 99, 100! It was time, so Henry grabbed a cereal container and sprang into action.

"Hey Hen, what—" She started, not seeing him stalking towards her. He gathered all his courage and tipped the contents of the container all over Piper, taking advantage of her shock to snatch the PearPhone from her hands. 

"HENRY!!!" She screamed in anger as she lost her phone again and went to stand up, but was tripped up as her tied leg made her stumble. Henry could feel his adrenaline kicking in as he sprinted as fast as his skinny legs could carry him, hoping he'd have enough of a head start to reach Junk-N-Stuff before Piper wriggled out of the rope and chased after him. This time she really would murder him, so he needed to haul ass all the way to the shop.

~Junk-N-Stuff~

"No, no, to sound like him, you gotta do it more from your throat," Ray told Charlotte as he and (y/n) manned the cash register. They weren't expecting any customers, but they needed something to do whilst they waited for Henry. Plus, the tight space gave them an excuse to stand close to each other, so it was a win-win situation. 

"I am Schwoz." Ray said in his silly 'Schwoz' voice, making (y/n) giggle as she took a seat in his lap so she could check her book of figures. Ray happily let her lean her back into his chest, ignoring the smirk that Charlotte gave him as one hand settled on her thigh to keep her steady. The young woman gulped and clutched her pencil tightly as his touch lit a fire inside her, making her use every fibre of her being to keep herself from whimpering.

"I am Schwoz." The young girl tried to copy his accent, but it wasn't up to his standard. It didn't have the same "Schwoz" quality to it, so it just didn't feel quite as good.

"You gotta put more gravel in your throat, like, I am Schwoz, hehe, my sister, she looks like a horse." He showed her how to do it, loving the way the woman in his lap's shoulders shook as she giggled whilst doing her math. She couldn't concentrate when he was making her laugh or when he unconsciously slid his hand further up her leg so it sat mind thigh. God, it was like he was trying to kill her.

"I am Schwoz, hehe, my sister, she looks like a horse." Charlotte tried her best, but it just sounded like she had a sore throat.

"Eh, not everyone can do voices." The large man said, offending her slightly. She thought her voice was good, but they moved on quickly when Henry burst into the store, panting and groaning from his running.

"I got it. I got Piper's new phone, but she's right behind me." He said, making (y/n) abruptly stand from Ray's lap and walk around to where Charlotte was. He whined inwardly as his body turned cold, but he pretended to be fine since he'd die on the spot if she found out how he felt for her. He had been through several nightmares of him confessing to her accidentally. He'd always woken up in a cold sweat when she laughed cruelly in his face and walked away to some super hot bodybuilder guy. He had been particularly gloomy the next day and had been tiptoeing around her all day since he was terrified his dream would become reality.

"Here, delete the video of me and Ray transforming," Henry told Charlotte as he passed the phone to her.

"Why didn't you just delete it at your house?" Charlotte asked as she unlocked the phone. Surely, that would have been easier than traipsing all the way to Junk-N-Stuff.

"I deleted it from her phone, but I don't know how to delete it from the Cloud," Henry said, making the girls smirk.

"Nobody knows how to delete stuff from the Cloud." Ray groaned, slamming his hand down onto the counter in annoyance.

"The Cloud has a mind of her own!" Henry agreed, causing (y/n) to roll her eyes.

"Okay, boys, calm down. We know how to delete stuff, so give Charlotte a sec." The woman told them, trying to keep them calm in the last few seconds.

"Henry!!" They all froze when they heard Piper's furious screams from outside the shop. Oh god, she'd made it.

"Ohhh, here she comes! Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up." Ray quivered, fearing the wrath of the little girl despite his indestructibility. She was a scary child.

"Okay, okay, me and (y/n) will stall her, you hide in the back until you get the video off the Cloud." Henry quickly thought so Charlotte dashed into the back as (y/n) panicked.

"How am I meant to stall her?" She hissed at Henry as he pulled her into position. He was her brother, she had barely any connection or ammo to use to quell her anger.

"She's liked you ever since you took her to the movies and she became President of the Man Fans," Henry explained, making her blush slightly at the new information.

"Well, she's actually a sweet girl when you get to know—Oh hey, Piper!" She turned her flustered state into a cool smile as she greeted the enraged child that stormed into the shop.

"Hey, Piper," Henry said too, but he came out much more fearful.

"I'm gonna break you in half!" She screamed, dragging the chair behind her as Henry hid behind (y/n) and they moved back toward Ray.

"Whoa-kay!" Henry said as (y/n) broke away from him to hide behind the counter with Ray. The siblings began to run around the shop as he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders and took a sip from his cup of coffee.

"This is interesting," Ray commented into his mug, the two of them watch as the chair knocked and broke loads of trinkets and ornaments on sale.

"She's destroying the place." (y/n) replied with knitted eyebrows as she stole his cup and took a swig. He looked at her in annoyance as she drank his coffee, but she always did and to be honest, he found it endearing. He saw it as her liking his coffee and in a small way, it tied her to him.

"Hey, here's the phone!" Charlotte dashed into the front of the store with the wiped phone in her hand. Thank god for that, Ray was starting to feel anxious as they destroyed his store. It would take him and (y/n) hours to clean up this mess.

"I—I found this phone is it yours?" Henry quickly gave it back to his sister after Charlotte threw it to him. It was like giving a snarling beast a piece of meat to tame it and Piper finally backed off once she had her favourite thing back in her clutches. 

"Of course, it's mine, you weirdo!" She hissed before storming out of the shop again, although this time, she had the sense to pick up the chair and not drag it all the way home.

"Okay, now delete that stupid video from your phone before we have to go through all this again." (y/n) told him firmly hating the idea of having to put up with any more trouble caused by the bloody thing.

"Wait, we haven't even gotten a chance to watch the video yet." Ray reminded his friends, recalling how they forgot to watch it after the disaster unfolded. 

"Oh, yeah. We should at least watch it once before I delete it." Henry told the girls, who sighed at the idea. It would make all of this a little sweeter.

"I just really want to find out what we look like when we transform." Ray squealed excitedly, making his girl smile fondly. He was like a kid on Christmas morning.

"'Kay, here." Henry rotated his phone and everyone crowed around it, (y/n) tucked into Ray's arms as they all got to see what all the fuss was about.

"Wait, why are we seeing Charlotte?" Henry asked as the video showed Charlottes face and a tiny smidge of (y/n)'s elbow. Oh god, they hadn't, had they?

"Let's go, yo. Then watch the video." They heard Ray's joke in the background and then the sound of the bubblegum exploding, but all they could see was and funny angle of Charlotte and occasionally, (y/n)'s ear or arm. The girl looked away from her friends as they glared at her angrily as they realised that everything they had gone through was for nothing.

"Charlotte, you had the front-facing camera on." Henry pointed out in a stiff tone.

"You didn't get us on video," Ray added, also feeling pretty miffed.

"You just videoed yourself, meaning there never even was a video of you guys transforming on Piper's phone." (y/n) groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. God, working here could really give you a migraine. 

"Yeah, well, I guess this whole thing was just one big old waste of time," Charlotte said nervously as her friends kept their faces emotionless. She scampered off to the elevator before they could tell her off more, leaving Henry, (y/n) and Ray to mull over everything.

"So..." (y/n) started awkwardly, not knowing what to say after that revelation. The tension was killing her so she decided to say something to see if she could diffuse it.

"So..."

"So..." Ray and Henry followed after her, also feeling awkward at the quietness, so (y/n) racked her brain for something, anything that would help.

"Ice cream, anyone?" She suggested, knowing that there was a late-night ice cream parlour still open down the road. She could really do with something sweet after the long day.

"Yeah, ice cream sounds good." Ray smiled down at her happily and she returned it gently.

"Let's go," Henry said, not wanting to see any more of their mushy behaviour. Charlotte would understand, she put up with their grossness all the time too. The boy rolled his eyes as he saw Ray take (y/n)'s hand in his and laced their fingers together so they could walk hand in hand. How they hadn't seen their feelings for each other astounded him. It was so bloody obvious and he would bet anyone ten bucks that Ray would feed her ice cream from his sundae or share a milkshake with two straws.

And they did. Gross.

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In-system relationships of any kind are nice

Singing with my partner, I sing the lower octave while listening to hyr singing the upper octave. Laughing when the playlist switches from a sad lullaby to Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

My kids bored while driving and playing Smash or Pass with their surroundings. Hearing them laugh and agree when one of them says they would date a pick-up truck, specifically Hatsune Miku coloured.

Watching as we all try to bond with someone new who formed. No negativity or arguments, just simple conversations about what they know and what they are going to have to know. The new person warming up to those they choose to get close with, and eventually becoming best of friends.

Mouse leaving sticky notes for the rest of us, saying just how great we are. We find one, reply with something silly / positive, and hope Mouse likes it when they front again.

Someone teaches another about dealing with littles or regressed brain buddies. Sure, they have a rough start with understanding and implementing the things they learned into their actions, but that's okay. They take it slow because they were taught that it is okay to take baby steps and that it is okay to make mistakes. Over time, many of us noticed that this person has gotten so good at caring for littles that they've become one of our primary caretakers–and they love their job.

Two brain buddies bond over our dog and flip him off together. Why? Because, quote, "he's a stinky goober gremlin gay ahh dog and we love him so very much." They take the time to play with the dog together, suggesting ideas as to what he might want or which toy to play with. They watch when the dog gets the zoomies and encourage it wholeheartedly to see him happy.

At the end of the day, when we're all tired and drained, we watch a movie together. Anyone can join or leave at any point, no judgment at all. We play rock-paper-scissors to see who picks the movie. It gets playfully heated sometimes, but no real fights are started. Just a few curse words here and there, a middle finger, and a slight scolding from my partner–the mother of the group–because they cursed when a kid was around. The movie gets picked, and one by one, brain buddies fall asleep. The movie gets turned off and replaced by Lo-Fi music, and we fall asleep.

And none of these actions have been enforced by rules. We just choose to be happy with ourselves and others. We choose to make these moments, even if it's through small actions. We choose to help when needed and stay positive when it's healthy, even if this doesn't always happen all the time. When someone needs to cry, we let them cry. If they need to be told to stay positive, then we'll do that. If they need to be told not to do something stupid, then we'll do that.

This love comes before love for those out of the system, and that's just how it works for us. It's led us down a path towards functional multiplicity. Even though we're not at our goal yet, we're taking these baby steps to get there. I love my brain buddies, no matter where they come from or how they got here.

In-system relationships are nice.

[j0kers-light]

Hello Chaos!

I have problems with communication, so I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the goons x reader who has problems communicating so she never really tell them whats wrong nor if something made her feel bad and she always gives them the reason when arguing so it is over

love you!

Hey hi my sweet anon! 🖤✨

I’m terribly sorry to hear about your problems, but have no fear!! The best boys are here to make it allll better! I love bragging about my boys and they silly antics. Without further ado, roll the scenarios! P.S. I LOVE YOU MORE! 😭😭

I did not get carried away writing this out 👀👩🏽‍💻

Frost

Ugh, Frost our mature King. He’s a literal Daddy so he mastered the art of patience to handle any problem you have.

Frost picks up on your poor communicational skills early on in the relationship, probably during the talking stage. 

The two of you rarely fight but if things ever get heated, he takes a step back and becomes the adult/bigger person in the situation. 

Because 10/10 you are red in the face, fighting back tears of frustration (from being misunderstood and not knowing how to express it correctly) to be of any use. 

Deep in my soul I know Frost will talk you through anything. Hear me out anon!! This is still SFW.

“Breathe and tell me what’s wrong Y/n.” 

He knows he did/said something wrong, you got wayy too quiet as the day progressed and he misses that bright smile of yours. 

Something is wrong and he’s gonna find out now. Frost would corner you and make you talk. There’s no point in trying to lie to him.

This method doesn’t help with your panic attack but something about this tall giant comforting you during your most vulnerable moment? 🥹

You break down in his arms. Frost is patient and catches every other word in between your wet sobs.

He grounds you by rubbing your back or playing with your hair. Anything to establish physical contact you so desperately need right now.

“I never meant to make you feel that way, Y/n. It won’t happen again.” 

And he’s not just all talk. Frost goes out of his way to ensure that you never feel lesser than while around him. 

He speaks up for you whenever you feel overwhelmed. We all know the popular meme, “She asked for no pickles.” 10000% Frost. 

Frost can tell when you’re feeling helpless and he swiftly asks for your opinion to reintroduce you back into the conversation. 

He listens. He learns. Frost encourages you to speak up and no you are not a bother for taking your time.

Frost wants to hear every thought floating in your head. It may seem stupid to you, but Frost clings to your every word because he knows.

Words are precious to you so when you do speak up, it means something.

Mac

Our pretty boy is a little tricky. Communicating and networking is in his blood and he was taught to snub people who lacked that natural ability.

When you stumble over words he (initially) rolled his eyes and mocked you. “Hurry up sweetheart.” or “Any day now…”

His lack of patience hurts to the point you learn to keep quiet and just nod whenever he addresses you.

It takes Mac a few weeks to notice how your confidence has diminished since dating him. You all but stopped talking to him.

Mac knows you’re not mute so when he finally asks, “Why is my Princess so quiet?” He’s shocked when you shrug off his concern saying, “I dunno it’s nothing.”

It’s definitely something. The sweet bubbly girl he fell in love with is missing and he doesn’t like the imposter taking your place.

Mac begins a one sided argument where he brings up communication issues between you and him as you try and disappear. 🫠

You’ve never seen him so angry. Is he mad at you? Of course he is.

He’s stuck with a girl who can’t speak up for herself around his well spoken friends. Its embarrassing.

You hate feeling like the bimbo on his arm reduced to pinched smiles and empty laughs at every event he drags you to.

You have plenty to say but lack the confidence to try and say it correctly! It’ll only make you look more foolish so why even bother?

A lightbulb goes off in Mac’s head seeing you bite your lip despite your eyes giving away to the chaos going on inside your head.

Now he understands the problem. Not everyone is a natural smooth talker. He's more upset that you didn't confide in him about this.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/n? You know you can tell me anything, right? I can hire a speech therapist and we can work on improving your skills. I want you to be happy with me!”

Mac makes it his mission to help improve your communication skills and to build that confidence to speak up and be heard.

He never wants you to feel inadequate when you’re with him. Your happiness is everything you him.

Neo

Good luck anon because Neo would ghost you at the slightest inconvenience. That being said… let’s base this on after the two of you are exclusive. (Chaos wants this to be positive...)

Neo is surprisingly understanding of your problems. He knew something was up from the moment he met you.

He hears your meek voice, the many ums, and incomplete sentences as you try and get your point across in a conversation. It’s all cute to him really.

Neo is rather impatient so expect to be interrupted from time to time. He’s not being rude, he’s buying you time to think about what you wanna say.

“Hold on, Ma.” He sets his phone down and gives you his undivided attention. “Aight, talk to me.” You are shocked he listens intently despite every single mistake you make.

Neo would blurt out helpful aids when you struggle to communicate. For example, if you can’t seem to find the right word to use, Neo will say one to help your brain along.

You thank him and continue, not catching his pleased smile.

He loves when you’re in a full blown rant. You don’t have any slip ups when you’re comfortable. It shows that he makes you feel safe and that fact boosts his ego.

He sends you the Merriam-Webster word of the day as good morning texts because his approach is subtle.

Neo knows what’s wrong here but he doesn’t want to encourage you into improving (he secretly likes you the way you are). Baby steps anon.. Neo can be helpful just in his own way.

Neo loves hearing your forty plus minute long audio messages where you say everything and nothing in that beautiful voice of yours. He saves each one.

If someone makes fun of you, Neo is beating them up/killing them behind your back. 🤷🏽‍♀️ No one makes fun of you. No one but him.

You are not winning an argument with Neo. Let’s just start there. He’s leaving you a sobbing mess, second guessing the entire relationship if you try to speak your mind against him.

Neo uses your shortcomings against you and that shatters your confidence and trust in him. Your biggest advocate was never on your side to begin with. 🙃

Will he apologize? Absolutely! Just weeks after the spat so it’s going to be very hard to believe him.

“I’m sorry Ma. I didn’t mean what I said. Ion care bout all that s__t. It’s you and me baby. I understand you just fine, that’s all that matters.”

Neo has to work overtime to regain your trust and to assure you that he loves every flaw you might have. Now is the time he begins taking your communication skills more seriously.

[empressofthelibrary]

🦀🐱🌙🗣️

You didn't specify, so I'm answering these for Bailey and Dick

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

Bailey had her Italicized Oh Moment while they were snowed in at an abandoned cabin in the mountains somewhere, and honestly she had herself half-convinced it was just the head trauma, that she wasn't really In Love With Him, it was the same stupid silly little crush she'd had since she met him. Egypt's lovely this time of year, in case you were wondering.

When she finally came to terms with it, she was distraught. How could she have let herself fall in love with him? He was... Him, and she was... Her. This was hopeless. But, on the other hand, how could she not love him? It was pointless, maybe, doomed, but inevitable. The way a knight loves their king. The way a comet loves the sun.

(...she's a little bit dramatic)

Dick was slightly more normal about it. But he was convinced that he'd already tried to broach the subject before the Feelings got Big (he didn't), and that Bailey just wanted to be friends. Which he was fine with! He's a grownup, he can get over this! But it's... Hard! And confusing! When Bailey is giving mixed signals!

He complains about her not communicating directly, and Donna chokes on her mimosa. Roy doesn't bother hiding the laugh.

🐱: Do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? How does their partner feel about their pet name?

Bailey is a chronic nicknamer. It's one of the ways she shows affection. After she'd started to warm up to Dick but before she wanted to admit it, she started calling him 'Prettyboy,' just to get on his nerves. He shot back with 'Angel,' and it kinda stuck. About the same time, she'd shifted from 'Wings' to 'Birdie,' for Nightwing -- she wasn't clued in to the secret identity yet, and had no idea they were the same guy. She didn't tell him for a long while that 'Birdie' was a shortening of 'Bluebird,' something that sounded too overtly romantic to use out loud. And while 'Angel' irritated the crap out of her coming from Dick, the first time Nightwing said it... Well, that was different.

They frequently use terms of endearment -- sweetheart, my love, honey, etc. -- but "Angel" and "Bluebird" are the only ones they really call pet names. Though Bailey usually uses "Birdie" unless they're alone or one of them is dying or in mortal danger.

🌙: Who has to force the other into having healthy sleeping habits? How well does that go for em?

Bold of you to assume either of them have healthy sleeping habits. These two are chronic insomniacs. But, for what it's worth, Bailey will coax and/or drag Dick to bed when she thinks he's staying up too late, and she is not above being clingy or flat-out pinning him to the bed if he tries to get up before a reasonable hour without a damn good excuse.

"Honey -- Angel -- I have to get up. It's already six-fifteen." Dick stretches, trying to get a grip on the headboard, leverage to wriggle out of Bailey's arms. "Mmmmmno. M'sleepin." Bailey tightens her grip -- not really using her strength, not yet -- and nuzzles against his chest. "Stay. Pleeeaase, Bluebird?" Dick harrumphs, but she makes a solid argument. He lets her drag him back under the blankets.

🗣️: Who’s the one that will ramble on about their highly specific interest while the other just sits back and nods along?

Yes. The answer is yes. While they have a lot of shared interests, Bailey loves hearing him ramble about his vehicles and gadgets, and Dick just adores the way Bailey's eyes light up when she's talking about textiles from some lost alien civilization. They both learn a lot from one another, and they'll ask questions and engage in the conversation, so it's not just nodding along. But infodumping is a love language, and it's one these two practice often.

[k2ntoss]

Hiii!! Can i request “why are you acting like this all of a sudden” with dick x reader? I was thinking of scenario where they're having an argument or something like that, but anything is fine (as long as it has a happy ending cuz I read waay too much angst today 😭)

Thank you and I wish you have a nice day !! <33

I'M HERE READY TO DELIVER A SWEET ENDING BECAUSE I REFUSE (not really, sorry, i love angst) TO MAKE THIS SAD !!!!!!!! i feel like if i ever got into an argument with jealous dick i would literally cry like baby can't you see i'm in love with you???? but anyways, i'm almost asleep but i need to get this out of my system now that you made me think about it <3 and i hope you like it and also have a nice day when you read this

"why are you acting like this all of the sudden?"

you're not able to think properly about how you ended up like this, following your best friend as he walks away from you after he saw how a classmate of yours kissed you all over your face after you helped him studying for a test he needed to pass, you were too happy when he made it you forgot you don't really like it when people were too clingy so when your partner kissed your face you just giggled happily while hugging him, it made dick furious basically.

he was practically stomping his way to the dorms, shoving people out of his way while you followed, trying to apologize on his behalf to anyone that was ready to get into his way. when you made it to his dorm you stood on the doorway, arms crossed and breath a bit heavy from the way you had to rush your pace to get into the room before he closed the door "what the hell is going on now?" you ask when he tosses his bag to his desk, the pretty frame with a silly photo of you both falling onto the floor "nothing. leave" dick barks before he sits on the small couch he has there, eyes closed and head falling back while he ignores your presence.

"not gonna happen, pretty boy, you better tell me why do you look like you're about to kick someone" you say, sitting on the edge of his bed after closing the door behind you. the silence that follows your words makes you shift on your spot and you try to touch his knee when you lean in "you know damn well what happens, don't try to play dumb now" he scoffs before moving his leg out of your reach, which makes you frown because dick has never avoided your touch, he would usually lean into it like a little kitty and make your heart melt because lovely and clingy physical touch was only fine when it was him.

"i'm afraid i don't really know what's going on, dick" the use of his name instead of any pet name makes him sick, it shows on his face when he sits straight "yeah, you have no idea like with almost everything around you" and then it settles, you know he's really upset when his words intend to hurt you and you know better than giving into his little anger game but you can't help to snap back "oh, c'mon explain yourself, dick"

"not gonna happen, it's time for you to start working hard by yourself because i'm not going to be doing everhthing for your lazy ass forever" dick looks at you with narrowed eyes, he knows he shouldn't say things like that but he's mad at you, because you've let someone else cross your limits and he has to be the only one that is allowed to do so "oh god, i should thank to heaven because you've been solving all my fucking life, right?" the anger on your voice hits him hard and he's about to say something when you stand up "what the fuck is going on, dick, why are you acting like this all of the sudden?" and the moment you ask he feels stupid.

dick sinks into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest and going silent, looking away from you almost as if he wasn't listening to you "are you gonna answer or should i leave? because i don't even know if i really want to listen to another word from your mouth" you say with an annoyed tone, dick's behavior switches once again from his annoyance to his avoidance and now to what looks like a tantrum when he shifts on the couch, his snarl turning into a small pout "i don't wanna tell you..." his voice comes out almost like a whisper and it makes you kneel in front of him, giving him a nod before letting out a sigh as you stood up again, walking up to the door as if you were about to leave.

"why did you let someone else kiss you like that?" he asks before you can reach to open the door, the questions makes you turn around and tilt your head just to be met by dick and his best sad puppy eyes, he looks like he has been betrayed and you know thay this is him being a little shit and trying to manipulate you with how cute he is "isn't it supposed to be just me the only one allowed to be all clingy to you?" he asks and suddenly he seems really worried about it, like that could mean he could lose you.

"you must be kidding me, dick" you say and he flinches at the use of his name "why would you–? i mean, does it really makes you that upset?" dick hums at your words, covering his face to avoid your look but he chuckles softly when your hands take his to make him meet your eyes "it's stupid, i know" all of his cockiness has vanished, he's not that flirty now but you've seen him in pretty much any mood he could pull and this wasn't new "it's not stupid but a little bit weird, i thought you knew already that i can only stand that much physical contact when it comes from you but i'm allowed to feel happy when someone i helped achieves something" she says softly, if it were anyone else she wouldn't even been wasting time on talking about this but when it came to dick everything was different.

"am i allowed to tell you that i like you and that i got jealous because i don't like when someone else is kissing you?" he asks suddenly, breaking the silence where you thought he was thinking about your words but instead he was just thinking about confessing to you.

[hiro-doodlez]

HELP I can't see my therapist for a couple of weeks and am currently having something i like to dub "yet another hiro autism crisis" where i contemplate if my therapist gave me the right diagnoses (she has told me she is not certified to give autism diagnoses, and instead more things like depression) Right now, I am diagnosed with ADHD, Anxiety/ Social anxiety (its still up in the air, DPDR, and depression. idk if that matters SO NOW I LIST RANDOM THINGS that could be considered symptoms or not I DUNNO HOW TO DO THISS feel free to ask questions about some of the crap i say here half of it doesn't make sense

First off, I have a general trouble understanding most social situations, and struggle sometimes when talking about practically anything. For example, earlier today my step-mom basically said she wasnt going to finish her food and let my brother have it. my brother said he would leave 2, he didnt (BOZO) and later after he left she found the empty container and said something along the lines "HAH! I thought he said he was gonna leave me 2!" and immdeiately without thinking i went "hey! you said he could have as many as he can! and hes working 10 hours a day and needs his energy!!" half jokingly and she got mad at me for it, we got into a mini argument over that.

When saying something thats serious, i tend to make a joke around it and i have NO CLUE why. I just CANT be openly upset around people. For example, when being told about something that happened to me as a kid that NEVER SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED RAGRHAGHAG, instead of having a breakdown and being reasonably upset, i burst out into giggles and laughs while my brother was just so fucking confused on what was wrong. It was kinda like i couldn't stop and it fucking sucked

The TINIEST things can upset me, and other HUGE things can have little to no effect. Its so incredibly annoying

I have INTENSE fluxuations in interests, hobbies, and motivation for certain projects. I will start on this huge project that im INCREDIBLY excited for, and then a week later have little to no interest in continuing it.

I make everything about my personality a joke, i dont know why. EVERYTHING i tend to say or do has to be funny. it's like i dont want people to see beneath that

I fluctuate in personality A TON, especially depending by the people i am around. At school, I'm the quiet kid. I don't talk to anyone except maybe 5 people, but other than that i tend to stay completely silent. It could be a mask? i dunno. but when im at home, ask my brothers, i am BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS. it might also be me just getting some of my energy out? RRAHHH I DUNNOOO

I will simply forget to do very important things to the point of endangering my health. Like forgetting to eat for a day straight. my step-mom thinks i have an ED AND I DONT. i literally just keep realizing suddenly at like 6 pm all i have eaten is a couple of skittles and pringles.

i have no clue how talking to people works and im constantly winging it. I forget how to have friends especially how to even talk or interact with them and its so stupid. I can't ever start a conversation with someone without having at least 5 minutes going "am i weird for this am i being annoying am i being clingy".

If i say even one thing wrong i WILL be thinking about it for DAYS thinking about how they probably hate me now and im a terrible person ect. ect.

I tend to hide many of my traits (especially good ones) because i am incredibly embarrassed and never want anyone to EVER compare themselves to me.

im a people pleaser does that count

i tend to get extremely upset if i get told one bad thing about something that i like or just a project i have. For example, I had this fandom silly man poll because i just wanted to find out who was silly. Then one of my friends just posted something like "i hate fandom polls theyre the worst" and i just lost complete motivation afterwards. I haven't touched that blog in WEEKS at this point becuase i simply have no more interst

I have had a meltdown or 2 before, and they both stemmed from being told about how i was a bad person. i don't know why the hell thats a thing

I can't stay focused on one thing for long periods of time (ADHD cough cough) Like literally earlier i was watching this video about autistic traits and i kept having to back the video up because i would get sidetracked in my mind to the point where im just not listening anymore

if im not paying attention to people sometimes I SWEAR theyre saying "ffajaleifnanamzmaldafjkjeffnma" and as soon as i start noticing it suddenly theres words again. hate that.

i have times where it can kinda seem like i cant speak, and if i do everything comes out wrong and jumbled. Like when my autistic friend would have a sensory related meltdown, i would never know what to do and end up going dead silent because of being so mad at myself for not knowing how to help (any tips actually hahahahaHOW DO I HELP)

i have little idea who the hell i am. had a mini-crisis because i didn't know what my favorite color was because before, it was the color my friend with synesthesia said i was and i just went with that (i think its purple or blue i have no fucking clue JFALJK)

i will have spikes of random motivation on one thing. like learning lanugauges, i will have a week where its so easy to get like 10 lessons on duolingo done a day and then the next week its a struggle to get even one done.

i focus better with distractions ??? I can't focus without music and tend to do better on reading tests if everyone else in the class is talking ???

i remember the most random things about certain things. Like, i could not for the LIFE of me remember what color that one persons hair that i was talking to for 15 minutes straight. but i can remember that they had pink socks on. WHY IS THAT WHAT I REMEMBER??

I hate organization and doing the same thing every day. i NEED chaos. My brother a little bit ago helped me out and got me to make a personal to-do list. i couldnt do it a single day even though the things were extremely simple like "brush hair, make bed, eat breakfast ect."

i zone out a LOT. especially when people bring up topics im uncomfortable with or conflict with my current feelings. i go into a kinda little talking (not nonverbal, i can still talk) or just confused state that freaking sucks.

when im in a high energy mood i tend to not feel.. reall???? I do many things overboard and annoy the heck out of my brothers. i always feel terrible afterwards.

Idk if this is weird to say but i tend to get really off put when people im comfy with get haircuts or major changes in their appearance. I never like the change no matter what the hair cut looks like. i dont have any clue why

i have no clue whether or not any of this is real or if I have managed to make it all up in my head. (bascially when i was younger i wanted attention and ended up faking depression for a year straight and was an absolute ass to my friends and blah blah blah)