#i HAD to make this as soon as i got the idea

[valentina-writes]

Here's an idea for a Azriel x reader fanfic if you're interested! Azriels mate is pregnant and she is a cauldron made high fae. While he's away on a mission. She is taken by his half brothers and put in the cell he spent the early years of his life. Azriel must go rescue her. We love a protective azriel

no grave (can hold my body down)

Azriel x reader

summary: shortly after you find out you're pregnant with Azriel's baby, two illyrians kidnap you on a mission. But it turns out they're not strangers, after all.

warnings: physical violence, predatory behavior, pregnancy, hurt/comfort

genre: angst, (a bit of fluff) | words: 4.3k | masterlist

A/N: Thanks for the idea, anon! Funny enough, I was thinking about opening requests again when this came in (I'll update you on that soon). I really hope you like it ;)

It was a routine mission, nothing more. A quick trip to the illyrian steppes to gather healing herbs, at your own request. To free your head. You had done this countless times, winnow in, pick herbs, winnow out. But not this time.

You were crouched in a meadow, trying to identify the many plants. Every now and then, you pulled out a little booklet with descriptions of the herbs you were looking for, comparing them. But your mind was elsewhere. This morning, Madja had visited you, after weeks of feeling unwell, vomiting and utter exhaustion. Her beaming smile, the wrinkles forming in the corners of her eye, had been a shock, much like her words. You're pregnant, dear.

Pregnant. And instead of being excited, you had felt sick to your stomach and immediately fled from Velaris before Azriel returned from his own mission. And here you were now. It wasn't that you didn't want this baby, or that you were scared Azriel would be anything but elated. But it would change your lives so drastically, so suddenly.

You quietly hummed a sweet melody to yourself. What would he say? What would you do?

Over your song, you didn't hear the birds stop chirping and the wind stilling. Lost in thought, you kept hacking away at the plants before you.

"Who do we have here?". You stilled and then turned, drawing your knife.

It was Azriel standing before you, your beautiful mate. You let your knife sink. His big wings were folded against his back, his soft dark hair blowing in the breeze. You opened your mouth in surprise. He stepped closer. "If that isn't little Y/N".

Why was he here? Why was he talking like this? He was unlike himself, but you couldn't quite make it out. Something about him was different, you mused. Your gaze wandered over him, trying to understand. The wind stilled, and then you saw it. There were no shadows. And the hand, hovering over the knife, that wasn't truth-teller, was unmarked.

You bolted, dropping the pouch you had gathered the herbs in. That had been the first lection Azriel had ever given you. Run. Bring as much distance between you and the opponent as you can and then winnow.

Five steps. That was how far you got, because right before you, another illyrian dropped from the sky. He looked less like Azriel, but the similarity was still startling. So much that you lost a precious second staring at him. A second he used to grab your arms in place and throw away your knife. And he blew something into your face, a kind of powder that left a heavy metallic tang in your nostrils. Faebane. Strong hands gripped you by your neck from behind.

"My favorite sister in law", Azriel's brother before you crooned, "what a shame the invitations for the mating ceremony got lost. I would've loved to see the bastard-union". The faebane burned in your nose and in your mouth. The grip of the male behind you was so strong around your neck that you were fighting for each intake of breath, trying to cough out as much of the poison as possible.

Don't panic, you thought to yourself, fighting to stay composed. You gathered all of your magic, tried to fold the cosmos and step right into the next world. You imagined the old woods and fields of fire-like flowers and gathered all your energy. But the power escaped your grasp. It wasn't enough to winnow. Not to a different world, not to Velaris, not even to the other side of the meadow. The power inside you had dwindled into a small spark.

And the bond. The mating bond inside your chest numbed down, its glow being cast into darkness. You grasped at it, but it escaped your reach. With your last spark of power, you grapped the bond, refused to let go, even when it ran tight and fickle, and tugged. Hard. Harder than ever and only let go when the bond went fully dark.

"You will die". They didn't expect you to fight. The surprise was on your side when you kneed the one in front of you straight in the groin. His eyes widened and the warrior dropped to his knees, but still wouldn't let go. A second kick made him groan, dropping his arms and cursing under his breath. But there was no way you could shrug off the other one, his hands still tight around your neck. Not without the knife. You clawed at his hands, kicked at him, but he was just too big and you were too exhausted. Your cauldron-given powers were stolen from you. Under normal circumstances they would've been dead the second they laid hands on you. Not today.

He was hard against you now. Bile rose up in your throat at the feeling of him rubbing against you. "What a feisty little bitch you are", he whispered into your ear. And then he squeezed your neck hard and the world turned dark.

It was dark around you. A blackness so infinite you couldn't make out your own hand engulfed you. You had no recollection how you got here. The stone floor you lay on was nastily cold and wet, draining any warmth from your body. Any energy from you and the baby. The baby. Your hand shot to your stomach and chains rattled on the floor at the movement. They had shackled you. The cuffs were ice-cold around your wrists and so tight it hurt. A whimper escaped your lips. With soft strokes, you caressed your stomach. How unfair it was for this little baby. In a few weeks, you would start to show, you realized. You forbid yourself imagining what Azriel's brothers would do to your unborn child if they found out.

You sat upright. The chains that bound you to the wall allowed you to move through the cell. You explored every inch of it. There was nothing but cold stone and a bucket to relieve yourself. No door. Not even a window. This was the place Azriel had spent his childhood in, you were sure of it. He seldom talked about this time period. But from what you knew, from what he screamed during his nightmares and afterwards whispered to you, gasping for breath, this was it. Now, often you woke up screaming, too, haunted by dreams of a little winged boy sharing your cell. But you didn't allow yourself to cry. Not once.

Had he even felt the last tug you had given the bond? Azriel was on the continent, as far as you knew. Maybe your magic had been too weak, the distance too far. There was no way of knowing whether he was aware that you were gone. But then again, you tried to console yourself, Rhys knew exactly where you had last been. They will rescue me, you repeated again and again. They will find me.

You couldn't tell how much time had passed already. In the beginning, you screamed and shouted and tugged on the shackles, so hard the skin rubbed away and left a bloody mess. Every now and then, you tried reaching for the bond, for your mate. But it was gone, just like your powers.

The only thing that disturbed the emptiness of the cell was stale bread and water. Sometimes it seemed like not even an hour had passed between meals, sometimes it felt like days. The food was poisoned, you were sure. But, after a few days, hunger won over all else, and you ate the faebane. Everytime you ate, you prayed to the Mother. Not the baby. Let it survive. Don't let the poison affect it.

There was no way to tell the time, not even a sound from outside the cell reached you, but more than a week must have passed before they came to see you. Light broke the dark void. Violent beams of it hit your eyes, blinding you almost entirely after - what? - days? weeks? in the darkness. You had no clue how long you had been here already.

"How is little Y/N?", a deep voice sounded. His face was unrecognizable, so blinded were you, but it was the one you had kicked in the balls, you were fairly certain. His tone was pure mockery. "Tired of this yet?"

You wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing your distress. "What do you want?"

"See how my little bastard sister in law is doing, of course".

"If you're so concerned for my wellbeing, maybe you shouldn't have put me in a cell"

"No, I think you're exactly where you belong. Where he also belongs". Your heart twisted. Azriel had spent years in this cell. Images of his child-self forced its way into your mind. His hands, freshly burned and torturingly painful. His wings, useless and limp because they had never taught him to use them. You slowly breathed in. Now you needed to be strong for all three of you. Not despair.

"Let me go. I haven't done anything to you. I don't even know you. Let me out"

"You're right. But word says not only the Archeron sisters came out of the Cauldron and took something from it. That when you were made you bargained with the Mother herself and she loved you so much she gave you a power like no other". Your blood ran cold. Thoughts of the day you came out of the Cauldron swirled through your head. Azriel's face as he watched in horror, half-dead. The bond snapping immediately. The Mother. The gift.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to offer a bargain myself". You didn't answer. It was clear what he wanted.

He tried once again. "What is it that the cauldron gifted you? That has the high lord make the mountains shake in rage at your disappearance?". Finally, you could make out his face. You studied him quietly. His face was twisted into a sneer, eyes dead. There was no empathy in his gaze, no sign of remorse. And it didn't seem to occur to him that Rhys would always go to the end of the world to rescue his brother's mate, no matter their power.

You stilled, thinking. He didn't even know what powers you possessed exactly. Was it all an act of speculation?

He grabbed you by your hair, forcing you to look him in the eye. His grip was so strong it brought tears to your eyes. "Answer me, bitch"

"Maybe you should've investigated on my powers before throwing me in your little dungeon", you hissed. He dropped your head immediately. His big hand met your face with a thundering bang, so hard the back of your head met the stone wall with a sickening thud. A pained gasp left your lips. Your cheek burned where he had striked and your skull. Your skull was ringing, throbbing so hard you saw stars and a wet patch formed at the back of it. Hot, blazing pain killed every thought in your head but one. Not the baby.

"All talk, no bite", he chuckled and kneeled down before you. "Let me get this straight. You service me and my brother with your power and in exchange you get to leave the cell". It was such a shitty bargain, under normal circumstances you would've laughed. But all you could do was sob at the pain blooming in your skull, the sounds of it ricocheting off the walls.

Another voice, right at the trap door. The other brother. "Try not to kill her"

The male before you retreated.

"Leave her. She will come to her senses soon".

They left you there, bleeding on the floor. No healer came. The wound stopped bleeding after a while, but the throbbing pain remained. You drifted in and out of sleep, only awake long enough to retch up the little food you got. You would never return home. Azriel would never get to meet his child, not even know he was a father.

He came back regularly. Each time, he offered the same bargain. Each time, you refused a little less violently.

"Tell me about your powers", he would demand again and again. And you would shake your head until he hit and kicked you, until you were a sobbing mess on floor of the cell. But you didn't tell him.

Until, one day, the other one came. The one with the predatory glint in his eye, the one who had gotten hard at your tries to get away from him. He was so tall he had to crouch before you. And when he threatened to touch you, when he whispered into the darkness how he would use you, you had broken down. The words had spilled out of you like your tears and for a moment you were scared he would touch you anyways. I can winnow between worlds. But he only grinned and left. He had what he wanted. The next time he'd ask, he knew you'd accept whatever bargain he would offer.

That night, the darkness around you felt different. It wasn't empty. Something was watching you. You tried to ignore it, to simply fall asleep, but its presence made it impossible. So, you searched every inch of the cell. On hands and knees you crept through the small room, trying to find whatever it was. You found nothing but cold hard stone. But it was there. Everywhere. And when you finally closed your eyes again and laid your head against the cold stone, the darkness became a thing. And you could have sworn it sung a lullaby to you, in the language of the wind.

The trap door swung open once again. Blazing Light blinded you and you could barely make out a tall illyrian landing before you. He was too big for this cell. His wings scraped against the walls on both sides, and his head was ducked low as to not bump into the ceiling.

You scurried away from him, using your hands on the wall to guide you into the farthest corner. Inside you, your heart hammered against your ribs. This was it. He'd force you into the bargain.

The male extended a hand to you. You couldn't see more than his outlines, so blinding was the light. "Y/N, it's me".

You bared your teeth at the male and hissed. "I'll do what you want but if you touch me one more time, I'll fucking kill you".

A sharp intake of breath. "I'll get you out of here, Y/N. Please. It's me, Azriel". His tone was pleading, his voice oh so familiar. But it couldn't be him. Just another one of their tricks to get you to comply.

You dropped your head against the cold stone. "At least make it quick this time", you mumbled.

The male crouched down before you. Slowly, your eyes adapted to the light and you could make out his features. He looked like your mate. The golden specks in his hazel eyes, the dark locks of hair. But then again, his brothers looked so similar. It must have been wishful thinking. A trick of the light.

"I'm here to bring you home", he whispered, his voice breaking. Soft tendrils of air swirled over your shackled wrists, tugging at the cuffs. Dark and silky, kissing your raw skin where you had rubbed it open trying to free yourself. The male's hands met your face, stroking your cheeks. Scarred hands, wiping away tears that were running from your eyes.

Your head snapped up. "Azriel". It was more an outcry than anything, strangled and barely understandable. You flung yourself at him, as far as the confines allowed.

"Shhh, I'm here, I'm here. We're going home. Everything will be okay". Another figure appeared behind him and the shackles dissolved into thin air. Azriel was all over you in an instant. His strong hands roamed your body, pressed you tightly against him as if to never let you go again. You sobbed into his shoulder. He had come for you. He had saved you. "It's over. It's over. You have been so strong", Azriel whispered to you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and threaded his hand into your hair, where he met-

"Ow", you sobbed harder as he touched the wound. Azriel's hands immediately let go and curled aaround your shoulders instead.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry they did this to you".

"Get her out, Cass and I will handle the rest", the other person said. You had almost forgotten about him. Rhysand, you registered. Azriel picked you up, your limbs curling around his strong body. Your face buried into the crook of his neck, still whimpering against his shoulder. But it were tears of joy. His wings closed in around you immediately.

"No. I want to see the light leave their eyes for what they have done to my mate". His tone was cold, unyielding. So unlike the soft hand stroking your back, the nose buried in your hair, breathing in your scent deeply.

"Then I will keep them alive. But first, you leave. Now".

He stepped through the wind with you in his arms. You didn't feel it in his tight embrace, but he must have winnowed because moments later he sat down on your bed with you on his lap. His wings folded around you half-way, so that light could still come through. The familiarity of the sight took your breath away. You'd thought you would never be with him like this again.

"You're at home", Azriel whispered to you. "It's okay, we're at home". Strangled sounds filled the room, sobs and whines and only when his rough hands stroked your back and he told you to breathe, you realized you were crying and you were making the sounds.

"My love, I've got you. You're safe here". You forced yourself to breathe and dropped your head to his chest.

"Shh, I'm here. They can't hurt you anymore". Azriel kissed your head. You counted his breaths, trying to mimic them, In – out – in – out, and took in his scent of night-chilled air and cedar.

You didn't know how long you stayed this way until you could breathe again and stopped sobbing. Only then did you realize what had happened.

"I thought I'd never see you again", you forced out. Tears were welling up in your eyes again, but you willed them away.

For a while, you only stared at him, marveling his beauty. The way the sun illuminated the gold and emerald streaks in his eyes. His hair that was already a bit too long for his liking and fell into his forehead. The gloriously full lips you loved so much. How could you have ever mistaken your captors for your mate?

"How did you find me?", you finally asked with a hoarse voice.

"I felt the bond". Azriel nearly choked on his words. "That last tug – and then it went dark and I thought I had lost you". A tear rolled down his cheek and you tightened your grasp around his waist. "We searched the steppes for you, but there was nothing. And then, last night... my shadows called out to me. Across the entire court". The darkness singing a song to you, the thing in the night. You hadn't made it up.

You stared at him in awe. "How?". They never strayed far from him.

"I send them into every corner of Prythian and... it had been so long and I didn't think they'd find you. But then they were called to where they came from". He dropped his face onto the crown of your head and pressed a kiss to it.

"It was so dark in there". Your breath hitched at the thought of the cell. Lightly, you rubbed over the scabs at your wrists behind his back. "And I was so alone. Until I wasn't"

"What do you mean?"

"Something was there - it... it watched me. And then it turned into something else. And sang me to sleep." Realization hit you. "I think that were your shadows".

"Was that... was that what it was like for you as well? When you were in that cell? I thought about you every second, how you spent your childhood in there and..." He frowned.

His gaze was very far away, centuries ago. "It was the same. Only that nobody came for me". HIs eyes met yours and turned soft at the pain that was painted on your face. "I'll tell you all about it. In a while, when you feel better".

You laid your head onto his shoulders again and held onto him. You weren't quite sure who was comforting who now. Maybe you found solace in each other, through the hardhips you had shared.

But there was something else you shared. Someone.

You drew back slightly and locked eyes with him again. "I was so scared, Az. I thought I'd never see you again". You grasped his hand and laid it on your stomach. The anxiety you had felt the morning you had found out about the pregnancy was all gone. "I thought I'd die and you'd never even know that you are a dad".

His eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"That day, Madja came to see me and told me. That's why I went to the steppes, to free my head and think before telling you". Tears ran down your cheeks again now. "I wish I had just stayed home and wited for you to return", you weeped.

"You're pregnant?" There were tears pooling in his eyes as well. "My Y/N. My mate. Thinking I had lost you was the worst I've ever felt. But to think I could've lost both of you, without even knowing...". Azriel broke off and pulled you into a tight hug, his hands shaking.

He took your face in his hands and kissed away the tears.

"Are you happy, Az?". Your voice was barely a whisper.

"I couldn't be happier now that I have you back. And I couldn't be happier about our baby". Azriel's lips met yours in a soft caress. He tasted like home.

You didn't leave the bed all day. You stayed with him, curled underneath the covers. Azriel kissed away the pain and held your hand when Madja came to check on the baby and your head. You both were healthy, thank the Mother. And when Madja was gone, Azriel wrapped you in his arms and wings and never let go. He didn't urge you to talk any more about what had happened. Maybe the frail wisps of midnight air that circled around you now had told him everything already.

"I will kill them for what they did to you", Azriel whispered after he had made love to you slowly. Your naked limbs were still tangled with his, his entire body splayed over you, as if shielding you from the outside world.

Your breath hitched in your chest and Azriel planted a soft kiss on your jaw.

"No". His entire body turned rigid and he rolled off you without letting go.

"Why no? Y/N, I can't let them live after what they did", he murmured, kissing up your cheek, "I wasn't there to protect you. This is the only way I can make up for what happened".

Your hug around him grew tighter. "It's not your fault. I reacted too late. There is no debt to pay me, Az. And even if there was, you would've paid it back the moment you brought me home". Your hands threaded into his hair.

Azriel buried his face in your neck and his shadows stroked your cheek. "Please. I will never forgive myself for leaving you both unprotected. Please let me make it up to you. To the baby. If you were any other male's mate, if you were Cassian's mate or Rhys's they wouldn't have done this to you. It's because of me".

He meant it. Your heart dropped at the realization. He thought he was responsible.

"It's not your fault, none of this"

He wanted to interrupt you, but you didn't let him. "Not for this and not for what they did to you as a child. I don't want you to kill them for me. At least not only for me. I want you to kill them for what they did to you as well"

He stilled for a moment and then nodded slowly. "I can live with that".

"Good". You closed your eyes and soaked up his warmth. There was no other way you wanted to spend your future with him. You'd die a happy death in a thousand years if all you did until then was lay in bed next to your mate.

A wisp of air circled around your wrist, darted over chest and pooled over your stomach where it stayed, humming.

"It's yours now", Azriel murmured into your hair, "that's the one that found you. It told me it won't leave your side again".

Your fingers threaded through the shadowy tendrils and you could've sworn they purred at your touch.

"And I will also never leave your side", he whispered before his lips met yours.

[vivwritesfics]

Baby Names

"Baby, I love you," he said. "But we're not naming our baby after your celebrity crush."

celebrity crush 2.0

Lando checked his phone between interviews. Media days had become mind numbing. They had been fun, once upon a time, when his girlfriend (now wife) was there to keep him entertained.

But his wife (former girlfriend) no longer came with him to media days. She no longer came to races.

For the first four months of her pregnancy, she was happy to travel with him to races. His large hand on her not yet there bump, showing everybody the ultrasound pictures (it was hard to make out anything).

When she got further along in her pregnancy, things became uncomfortable. The bump she had to haul around, her swollen feet, the stupid, unflattering pregnancy clothes. She hated all of it.

It became easier to just not go with him. To stay home with the puppy they had adopted at the start of the 2025 season (just before they got pregnant, maybe not the best move).

So, when Lando was apart from her, he was constantly checking his phone. He took a few moments to watch the Instagram reels she sent him or to show Oscar the ridiculous memes flooding his phone. He answered her sweet messages and hearted every update on their baby.

She sent him a picture of himself as a kid. In his early karting days, looking like a little terror.

did you bite people's ankles?

Lando giggled at her message. Of course she was at home, getting sent his baby pictures by his mother.

No I didn't bite ankles.

you look like you did

There was a moment where Lando waited for the grey bubble to become a text. She typed it out a few times before hitting send.

I thought of a baby name.

???

She had given him no hints before he left for the race weekend that she was even looking at baby names yet. That was something that would come later, right? They didn't need to worry about that yet.

tell you when you get home love you

Lando texted her back, told her that he loved her. Because he really did - this was the woman he had promised to spend the rest of his life with.

***

No, she hadn't told him the baby names yet. After a good race weekend, a win, Lando couldn't wait to get home to his wife, to his baby.

It was a bit ridiculous to expect her to throw herself into his arms, kiss him all over his handsome face, and tell him her idea of a baby name. When Lando walked through the door and that didn't happen, he couldn't help but be deflated.

"Hey!" She called and waved him over to the couch.

Lando threw himself down beside her and laid his head on her stomach. "Hey baby," he whispered and kissed her stomach.

Her hands found his curls. "Congratulations, Champion," she whispered and leaned down to kiss him. Well, leaned down as best she could with her bump in the way. He wasn't World Champion yet, but soon he would be, they both knew it.

"You said something about baby names," he mumbled, comfortable against her.

She grinned down at him with an expression that hinted he should have been worried. "Hayden."

Hayden. A beautiful name for their baby. Whether they ended up having a boy or girl, Hayden Norris was a lovely name.

Lando didn't like it.

"Baby, I love you," he said. "But we're not naming our baby after your celebrity crush."

"Hayden Christensen has nothing to do with our baby!" She insisted. "It's just a pretty name. Plus, it's on theme."

Lando raised his eyebrows. "On theme?"

She scratched at his scalp. If it wasn't for the current conversation, he would have moaned. "Star Wars."

Lando pulled away from her. "No. Baby, no."

"Too bad." She folded her arms over her chest, still wearing that grin. "Your mum loves it."

[anglbunny]

ᝰ.ᐟwinner's girl

.ᐟcw: street racer!kaiser, street racer!Rin, street racer!Isagi, betting on isagi's girl, suggestive, mature language

"𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒. 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜" - 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

“Yo, ‘sagi” kaiser rolled down his window, shouting over the music blasting through his car. Isagi, who was parked, peacefully enjoying a stick of weed, only to get rudely interrupted by kaiser. He rolled down his window, giving him an annoyed face. 

“Fuck you want?” he said, turning down his music, to hear kaiser better. 

“Race me,” Kaiser said, blowing his vape towards isagi. The other ran a hand through his hair, groaning.

“Hell fuckin’ nah, I just bagged a mil on my last run. Go bother Zero if you’re looking to lose.” 

"Ight, man, relax. That race was light work—you were running against rookies."

"A win’s a win, and my bank account don’t care who I smoked." yoichi grinned, throwing his head back, taking another hit. Blowing the smoke out with his eyes closed when he heard the scream of another car pulling up beside him. 

Zero. 

“Less talking, more driving. Who’s actually tryna race?” rin says, revving his engine. 

“All you hoes piss me off, fuck outta here” yoichi groaned, resting his legs on the dashboard.

“Put your money up if either of ya actually wanna race”, he said right after. 

Kaiser smirked, looking at rin as if they planned something.

“Nah, not money.” 

“Then what?” isagi asked, confused. What else would they wanna race for, other than the thrill and the money? 

“Your girl, bet that adorable little thing is sleeping all alone right now. Unprotected and vulnerable.” Kaiser grinned, running his tongue across his teeth. 

“Huh? You out your damn mind? Did you crash into a pole or sum?” 

“Yeah, i’m down, let’s bet yoichi’s girl on who win” rin said, giving the same sly grin as kaiser. 

Isagi snapped his head around, glaring at rin. It's like you could see the smoke coming out of his ears. He was fucking fuming. These assholes had the nerve to talk about HIS girl like she’s some whore?

“Man you have no idea how long i’ve been dreaming about her little cunt taking all of my cock down her throat” michael yelled across to rin, who just laughed. 

“Oh, you bet. She definitely got looks.” 

“Looks of a fuckin’ pornstar, am’i’right?” kaiser smirked, pulling smoke out his vape. 

“I’ll fucking gut both of you individually. Keep my goddamn girl’s name out your filthy mouths” yoichi said through his teeth. Stepping on the gas. 

Kaiser shouted, saying he’s cheating cause he got a head start, but Isagi only flipped him off and was gone. 

Rin and Michael followed after him. It wasn’t declared, but they all assumed the race was till Isagi’s house. 

The 3 cars zoomed down the road, leaving a trail of smoke and the deafeningly loud roar of their engines. 

Nearing Isagi’s penthouse. He thought he would be first since the other 2 were far behind, but suddenly, right before the stop, rin’s car pushed past, claiming first. It caught Isagi off guard, enough to make him lose focus, making Kaiser claim second. And the man himself whose girl was on the line came last. 

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

“Jesus, ‘sagi won’t stop arguing. He yapped for a good 3 hours about how he’s gonna burn us alive if we hurt his girl or some bullshit like that” 

“Can’t blame em, If my girl looked like his, I’d also wanna kill anyone who said her name.” 

“You have a girl?” Kaiser asked, jaw dropping.

“What? No, man. I’m saying if I did.” 

Kaiser nodded. He opened the door to his penthouse. Isagi got put on car duty. He was told to park their cars like a valet. 

He planned on coming as soon as he finished. So he could watch.. And make sure they don’t hurt you. Yeah, that’s exactly why he was gonna watch. It’s totally not like he’s some pervert with weird kinks, like being a cuck. 

Kaiser and Rin quietly opened the door, trying not to wake you. 

“Yo’chi.. U home, baby?” you mumbled groggily from under the blanket. They both were silent, making their way towards you. 

Kaiser slowly moved the sheets and slipped into bed. Pressing his boner into your round ass, which perfectly fits against his body. Pressing down just right to make him bite down a groan. 

Rin on the other hand stood infront of you, rubbing your lips with his thumb, picturing his cock choking you. Which it will be doing soon. 

You lazily opened your eyes, confused at the dual sensations. 

Instead of seeing your boyfriend beside you or in bed with you like you were hoping. You see his 2 biggest rivals. One rubbing your ass onto his erection. The other is standing over you with a very prominent bulge in his pants. 

“Yoichi..?” you quietly whispered, hoping this was just some sick nightmare. 

“Don’t look so scared. We’ll be gentle, princess,” Rin said, and Kaiser patted your cheek. 

You panicked, looking around the room for some help or even your boyfriend, but neither came. 

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A/N: all three of them. at once.

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Something cute to make up for the recent angst! I also just missed Sebek’s birthday, which also means I missed Sebcroc’s birthday, so I had to quickly make something for it. I drew Sebcroc in Sebek’s newest birthday card and I think he looks so cute all bundled up 😩

While drawing Sebcroc under the covers I got the idea to make a quick comic about an iconic birthday gift he received and the lore behind it. Make sure to read carefully as there are some hints as to more Sebcroc lore that will be dropping soon 👀

[megapteraurelia]

neighbour!kuroo who offers you to stay with him until you've found a new apartment — a small part of him hopes he doesn't seem too eager, another small one wondering if being so close to your ex is going to end up hurting you, but the biggest part of him really hopes that you'll say yes regardless.

who thinks that kenma would snort into his hand if he could see the level of excitement kuroo has to swallow once you agree, apologise for taking up space only to agree vehemently again.

everyday, in the morning when both of you found each other in the kitchen, he opens the newspaper wide for any new apartment postings while you scour the internet; the smell of coffee and breakfast soothing and familiar. a flat far away enough from your ex-boyfriend that you don't have to worry anymore, but secretly he hopes that it's not so far away that he won't ever see you again.

neighbour!kuroo who bids you goodbye when you leave for work first, waiting at the door until he sees you board the elevator safely lest your ex-boyfriend gets the prime idea of harassing you on your way out.

who cackles to himself at the notice hanging on the wall in the entrance hall: the landlord asking for the culprit who taped a tenant's mailbox shut to come forward for community service or to face a fine upon refusal.

kuroo thinks he's got enough money to pay double the fine. (he does plan to mess with it again — to maintain his youthfulness, of course.)

neighbour!kuroo who learns that your work place is not that far away from his own. who wonders if it's far too forward to ask you to spend lunch hour together down the street at the really good coffee shop.

whose heart stutters when he gets a call forwarded from an unknown number only for his ear to meet your voice to ask whether he wanted to meet up for lunch.

(his assistant, looking through the glass wall, raises her eyebrow at the fist pump he throws into the air; her other joining in as soon as she watches kuroo trying to tame his hair but to no avail — stubborn as the head it sits on.)

kuroo also happens to forget to mention that he doesn't like almond paste but when you excitedly show him your favourite pastry with hopeful eyes, lashes caressing your cheeks, a wide grin on your face, he can't help but put his entire life on the line fighting the blush that theatens to overtake his own.

for a second he thinks of refusing, but then he tries the almond riddled pastry, anyway.

he does not like it.

neighbour!kuroo who gets off work half an hour earlier and waits in front of your work place so that he could drive both of you home.

who, with a cocked eyebrow and a sharp retort ready on his tongue, notices a familiar loser linger around the entrance.

"i sure as hell hope you're not here to see who i think you wanna see," he says, looking down his nose at your ex. kuroo, who makes sure to bear his teeth in a resemblance of a sharp smile, who delights in the shifting of uneasy eyes, "but in case you need a reminder of why to stay away, i'm more than happy to help out."

who acts brilliantly inconspicuous once you walk towards him; your boyfriend long gone, shooed away, bullied away, sneered away. (he didn't even have to try that hard.)

neighbour!kuroo who finds it easy to match his long strides to your shorter ones; whose hand swings next to yours. now and then, your knuckles meet his for a split second in a way that makes him want to take your fingers in a tight hold so they can't tease him anymore.

you tell him about an interview you booked for an apartment viewing, excited, asking him whether he had time on the upcoming wednesday at 11 am.

he doesn't, but he says he'll be there with you, anyway.

who tries to ignore the little stab through his ribcage at the thought that he would lose out on your presence before he could even enjoy it to the fullest.

neighbour!kuroo who sends you a smile, void of any cutting edges, eyes crinkling, and tells you, "let's look for more viewings at home."

whose chest squeezes in consolation when you gift him a smile back and nod as you eat the same damn almond pastry; when you don't correct him about home.

neighbour!kuroo who innocently forgets to remind you of looking for more viewings, and instead relishes in the space you occupy on his couch next to him as you settle in with hot tea and a blanket to tackle on the many movies you borrowed from the library.

who gets into a routine with you of making breakfast, washing dishes, saying goodnight and good morning, bickering and teasing, late-night talks and dawn-kissed chats.

who thinks that really, maybe you could just stay here.

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@monikosman1311 (i know you didn't ask for a tag, but since you asked for a continuation in the first place—)

[wbbpls]

Platonic Plus One

Chapter 11

Word count: 4300 another day of them hopelessly falling in love and being dumb about it. Only 2 more days before the wedding day...will they figure it out?

After getting massages, Azzi met up with the wedding party to finish planning the party tomorrow night. Then, the girls spent the rest of the day by the pool. The wedding is in three days, so they’re enjoying the calm while they can before going back to school. Azzi was floating on an inflatable, quietly enjoying herself—almost too quietly. As soon as Azzi started considering why it was quiet and where Paige might be, she was suddenly flipped over into the water. 

When she came back for air, she immediately recognized Paige’s laugh mixed with her brother's. 

“What the hell?!”

“Sorry, baby, we just had to. You looked too peaceful.”

“It was Paige’s idea!” Jon and Jose say in unison. 

“What?! Bro, it was deadass not my idea.” 

“Really, Paige?” Azzi gave her a stern look, trying not to crack a smile. 

“No, no, it was Tim’s idea! I swear on my knee.” Jose and Jon can’t stop laughing, and they can hear Tim cackling in the background. 

“It doesn’t matter who’s idea it was. You still did it. Plus, you got me all wet.” Azzi crosses her arms.

As soon as Paige smirked, Azzi realized the words had left her mouth. “Oh yeah, did I?”

Azzi starts blushing profusely. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“You sure bout that, mama?” Paige puts her hands on Azzi’s waist, pulling her in. 

“Ew, dude, that’s my sister.” Jose splashes water at Paige, getting Azzi even more wet. 

“Okay, that’s it! I’m done here.” 

“Ugh, see what you did?” Paige splashes him back. 

“Nah, just go be your simp self, and she’ll be fine.” Paige rolled her eyes and went to the edge of the pool, watching Azzi walk and sit down on the lounge chair. 

“P, stop staring.” Paige put her head down on the palm of her hands, smiling back at Azzi. 

“Nah, I’m good.”

Azzi couldn’t stop herself from smiling at the flirting and attention she’d been receiving from Paige since their massage. “Alright, Paige, c’mon. Come join me.”

“Gladly, pretty girl.” Paige pushes off the side of the pull, showing off the muscles in her arm, then the tightening of her abs. Azzi couldn't look away even if she tried. As Paige stands up, she notices Azzi looking down her body and smirks.��

“Enjoying the view?”

“W-what, no! Ugh you’re so cocky.” 

“Mhm, sure.” 

Paige grabs a towel, half-dries off, and sits next to Azzi. 

“Paige, you’re getting me all wet again. And don’t be a smart ass.” Azzi throws another towel at her while Paige bends over laughing. 

When she catches her breath, she shrugs and says, “Hey, I guess I just have that effect on you.”

“Not another word, Bueckers.”

“Alright, alright.” 

Azzi picked up her book to continue reading. She got through one whole page before Paige started bothering her again. 

“Hey, Azzzzziiiiiii.”

“Yes, Paige?”

“Wanna do somethin’ fun tonight?”

“Hm, like what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe there’s an arcade or somethin’ nearby. I have felt lost without competition these past few days. I could really use beating you at something.”

“Okat first, rude. But also, that sounds fun, so fine.”

“Aye, that’s wassup.” Paige excitedly stands to gather their stuff and, sadly for Azzi, puts her clothes back on. 

“Yo, Jose and Jon! We goin’ to an arcade tonight. Wanna come so I can beat your asses?”

Azzi mutters under her breath, “Oh god, what did I just sign up for?”

“Nah, baby, it’s gonna be fun. Wanna invite some of the wedding party and make it a thing?”

“Sure, Paigey, I’ll text Jake, and he’ll probably get everything together,” Azzi replies softly, enjoying the term of endearment. 

“Bet.” 

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The girls, Azzi’s brothers, Jake and his girlfriend, and a few other people from the wedding party joined them at a local arcade. This isn’t typically Azzi’s scene, but Paige turns into a happy little kid at arcades, and who is she to deprive her of that?

“Oh, shit they got laser tag!” 

“I call dibs on shooting Paige and Azzi!” 

“Damn Jon, you were a lil too ready go there,” Paige says as she fills out her waiver. 

They all start to put on the vests as they listen to the instructions. Paige leaned over to whisper in Azzi’s ear, “Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll protect you.” 

It’s like Paige has been determined to get Azzi to blush this entire day, and each time Azzi gets flustered, it gives her more and more confidence. Might be time to humble her a little bit.

“Oh yeah? You gonna be my night in shining armour?” 

“As long as you’re my princess.” Okay, yeah, Paige won that one. 

The teams split up, starting on the respective sides of the room. Once the buzzer sounds, telling them to go, Paige screams at the top of her lungs “LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOO!”

It's moments like these that Azzi finds herself falling for Paige. Moments like this tell her that Paige isn’t just a best friend. Paige is sprinting, jumping, and rolling as she dodges and shoots everyone. Azzi will never tell her, but she’s surprisingly good at this. Azzi got both of her brothers out twice, so now they were on the hunt for her. They started to sneak up on Azzi, and then suddenly Paige dove in front of her, shooting both of her brothers and getting shot herself. Azzi runs to kneel down next to Paige.

“Paige! Are you okay? I can’t believe you just dove like that to stop them from shooting me. You could have gotten hurt!” 

“Anything for my princess.” 

Their eyes are locked in as everything around them fades away. Paige’s eyes dropped down to Azzi’s lips. “Do I get that true love’s kiss for saving you?”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Azzi closes the gap, softly kissing her. Paige moves her hand to go behind Azzi’s neck. Before either girl could deepen the kiss, their vests light up red, and they hear a loud beep. When they break apart, Jon and Jose are standing over them with evil smiles. 

“That’s what you get for bein’ a simp!” 

“That’s it. Y’all better run.” Paige books it towards them, and Azzi adds this moment to her list of reasons why it's so easy to be in love with Paige. Azzi froze, realizing the thought she had. She just admitted to herself that she’s in love with her best friend. And for the first time, that didn’t scare her. 

The lights turn back on, signaling the end of their game. Their team won by a landslide, thanks to Paige, giving her an ego boost no one needed. They all split up, playing games until Jose comes up to them.

“Guys, there’s basketball! Bet I can beat you both.”

Azzi laughs, “That’s actually comical. Let’s go beat these idiots.” The girls high-five and make their way over. 

Jose pushed Jon out of the way, “I call takin' down Paige. You can deal with Azzi.” 

“Bro, you know that’s not even equal.”

“I’m literally right here.” 

Azzi couldn't help but laugh at their banter and rub Paige’s back. Azzi grabs Paige’s chin, turning her head to kiss her. “You got this, baby.”

Now flustered, Paige scans her player card to start the game with a dopey smile on her face. She’s still smiling at Azzi and doesn’t even notice the timer started. 

“Distracted over there, Bueckers?” Jon laughs at her.

“Oh shit.” Paige focuses in and starts draining shots, catching up to Jose. In the last second, Paige lost by one point. 

“I BEAT PAIGE BUECKERS AT BASKETBALL!”

“What, no?! You cheated.”

“How did I cheat?”

“I was distracted when we started.”

“It’s not my fault you’re whipped for my sister.”

“Nah, rematch. Right now.” 

“Whatever, fine. Azzi, maybe you should leave so she can actually shoot.”

 “My girl ain’t no problem,” Paige winks as she wraps her arm around Azzi’s waist. “How about another kiss for good luck?”

Although caught off guard momentarily, Azzi got excited by the idea. “I don’t know...that last one wasn’t too helpful.” 

“And?”

Fair point. Azzi leans in to close the gap. As Paige went to move, thinking it would just be a peck, she grabbed her face and pulled her in for a longer kiss. 

“Now that’s lucky.”

“Can you guys stop making out so we can play, jeez.” Paige kisses Azzi’s temple and moves to scan her player card again. They both zone in, and without any distractions, Paige beats Jose by a landslide. When the buzzer goes off, Paige jumps up and down and then runs over to Azzi, picking her up and spinning her around. Giggles take over as Paige trash-talks Jose and leans against the table behind them after she puts Azzi down. 

“Okay, okay, Azzi, you’re up. Get ready to lose.” Jon says as he trades places with Jose. Paige leans against the table behind them after she puts Azzi down. 

“Real confident for someone who misses every other shot.” Azzi starts to walk over but then feels hands wrap around her wrist, pulling her in. She spun into Paige, settling between her legs. 

“Kiss for good luck, mama?”

Azzi beams and kisses Paige again. If you could even call it that, considering she can’t stop smiling. She pulls back and kisses Paige on the tip of her nose. “Thanks, cutie.”

Paige couldn't take her eyes off Azzi, mesmerized by her smile and confidence. She didn’t miss a single shot, and each one was all net. 

Standing next to Paige, Jose is smiling in disbelief. “Damn, that was—”

“Hot.” Something about hearing Paige so openly call her hot made her mouth go dry. 

“Dude, that’s still my sister.” 

Without taking her eyes off of Azzi, Paige responds, “The truth is the truth, Jose.”

“Okay, we can’t do this anymore. You guys are gross.” 

After a few more games, the group makes their way back to the property. Most of Azzi’s family is chatting in the lobby and drinking wine. The girls each pour a glass and join in. Azzi sits next to Katie, and Paige joins Tim on the other side of the room. 

“Hey, sweetie. How was the arcade?”

“Really good. We beat the hell out of Jon and Jose.”

“Real shocker there.” 

“Hey, Mom, can I, uh, talk to you about something?”

“Sure, wanna go for a walk?” 

“Yeah, that would be good.” 

Kaite and Azzi stood with wine glasses while walking around the large lobby. On their way out, Paige caught Azzi’s eye, offering her a smile as if to say, “I’m here.” 

“I really need to tell you something, and I don’t know how to, so now I’m just so confused.”

“Just say what you need to say, Azzi.”

“I’m in love with Paige.” 

“Okay...? I’m sorry, but what’s the problem here?”

“Paige and I aren’t actually together.” Katie looked at Azzi as if she had two heads. Azzi started babbling off an explanation as fast as she could, “I know, I know, I can explain. I just was so tired of the whole family constantly hounding me about my dating life and everything thought we were dating anyway so I went along with it, and now we’ve been pretending to be together all week, and nothing about it feels fake, and I don’t know what to do.” Azzi lets out a deep breath once she finishes explaining everything. 

“Wow, alright. That’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m really sorry for lying to you, Mom.”

“It’s okay, Az. Our family, especially your aunt, can be annoying, so I can’t even blame you. Look, I get all of this can be confusing, but honestly, I’ve been waiting years for you guys to finally get your act together and admit to being in love with each other.”

“Wait, really?”

Katie laughs at Azzi’s shock. “You guys have always just clicked. There’s something special there, so of course, once you guys cross that line, it opens up even more feelings.” 

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way and I ruin everything?”

“Azzi, I love you, but if you really think that girl isn’t head over heels for you, then you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“Gee, thanks, Mom.”

“You never noticed that any girl Paige started to date got jealous of the two of you, and the second they weren’t nice to you, she dumped them?”

“Okay, well, they objectively sucked.” 

“Fine, what about how many flowers and little gifts she buys you?”

“She’s a giver. She gives to everyone.” 

“Where are my flowers then?” 

“Ugh, if she really wanted this, she would have said so. She’s so much more experienced with this stuff than I am and always so confident. She would have made a move by now.” 

“Azzi, you and I both know that’s not true. You’re just using it to validate insecurities.” 

“Well, you don’t hold back, do you?”

“You’re everything to her, Azzi. What if she’s scared of ruining everything, too? You’re her constant. You’re what keeps her safe. You’re one of the only people she lets see her, really see her. Sure, Paige is all confidence, but how much of that is protection?”

“I guess I never thought of it that way. I know I’ve always seen her differently and Caroline has been on my ass about it since forever, but like, everyone saw this but us?”

“Dumb and in love, I guess.” Katie smiled at her daughter and pulled her in for a hug. 

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Of course, kiddo. Let’s get back to that crazy blonde. She’s probably hit her limit on time away from you.”

When they returned to the main area, Tim and Paige sang loudly as they poured another glass. 

“How long were we gone, and how many drinks have they had?”

“AZZIIIIIIIIIIII!”

Azzi giggles and walks up to Paige. “Hi, drunkie.”

“Hey, babygrl, I missed you.” Paige kissed the side of her head and pulled her onto her lap. 

“We’ve been together all day, P.”

“Okay, and? You didn’t miss me?” She says with a pout. Azzi’s heart melts, and she brushes her hair out of Paige’s face. 

“Yeah, I missed you.” 

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” 

“Me too, P.” Azzi traces her fingers down Paige’s arm and plays with the hair at the nape of Paige’s neck. The feeling of Azzi all over her sends Paige deep into the clouds. Maybe it wouldn’t be like this next week, but she would take advantage of it while she could. 

“Mm, that feels good, Az.” Seeing Paige’s eyes flutter closed as she relaxed into her made Azzi think about what her mom had said. They’ve always been each other’s safe space. Why should this be any different? Azzi leans in to kiss Paige. She very quickly kisses Azzi back. They’re still aware that Azzi’s whole family is around them, so they break apart and lean their foreheads on each other. 

“You’re really good at that.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, P.”

“Yeah, but I think I’m gonna need some more practice.” 

“Oh, yeah? That could be arranged.”

“It’s a date.”

“A date, huh?”

“How about dinner tomorrow night?”

“The dinner provided by my cousin?”

“Hey, it’s food.” Azzi rolled her eyes and went to stand up, teasing Paige, but she was quick to pull her back down. 

“Wait, I promise to buy you a legit dinner, just us, after the wedding, okay?”

“After the wedding?”

“Yeah, Az, after.”

“I’d like that.” The girls smile at each other and then return to the conversations around them. Once Paige finished her fourth glass of wine, Azzi stood up, grabbed Paige’s wine glass, and pulled her by her hand. “Alright, I think that’s enough for you. Goodnight, everyone!”

“Hey, I was drinking that!”

Azzi ignored her and kept pulling her towards the elevator. Once she pressed the button, Paige wrapped around her from behind and whispered in her ear, “You coulda just said you wanted alone time, mama.”

The elevator doors opened, and Paige wouldn’t detach herself from the younger girl. Once the door closed, Paige started to give Azzi open-mouth kisses on her neck, causing Azzi's breath to hitch.

“You’re so fuckin pretty, Az”

“Mm, P.” 

Azzi turned around, connecting their lips, taking her time kissing Paige. Paige pushed her forward, letting Azzi’s back hit the wall. Their kiss becomes deeper as their breaths become heavier. Paige bit Azzi’s bottom lip and sucked, causing a loud moan to come out. Azzi grabbed Paige’s hips and quickly changed their positions, pushing Paige up against the wall. She immediately attached her lips to Paige’s neck.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

Azzi kisses under her ear and whispers, “You like that?”

“So fuckin’ much.” Paige moans out breathlessly. 

“Mm, good to know,” Azzi says smugly. She goes back to kiss her neck, but then the elevator dings. The girls start laughing, and Paige grabs her hand. “Let’s go, beautiful.” 

There’s a thick tension between them as they walk down the hallway. While Azzi unlocks the door, Paige’s phone starts going off. Suddenly, Paige’s entire demeanor changed. 

Paige’s whole body tensed, seeing all the headlines about her. Will she be able to bring home a national championship? Does she really deserve to hold the #1 draft slot? The past month, the pressures of everything have been crashing down on her, crushing her underneath endless expectations. She’s been so good at pushing it all aside, but those glasses of wine certainly didn’t help. This past week, being with Azzi, she forgot about it all. She finally felt like a normal person again. 

“You okay, Paigey?”

Paige snapped out of her thoughts, remembering how much she enjoyed Azzi. 

“Y-yeah, for sure.”

Azzi looks at her phone, reading the same headlines Paige read. 

“Paige, you know all that stuff is just outside noise, right?”

“I mean, is it? They have a point. How can I be #1 pick with no natty? Like, even saying that out loud sounds crazy.”

“Because you’re amazing, Paige. You’ve earned that spot, with or without the championship.” 

“Yeah, whatever.”

“No, not whatever, P. C’mon, talk to me.” 

Paige knew she should just talk to Azzi about it all. But telling her how she’s felt makes it all too real. Azzi has been nothing but supportive to her; she doesn’t deserve to hear all of Paige’s ungrateful complaints. Paige starts to feel heavy in the silence between them, so she does the one thing that’s worked all week. She kisses Azzi. 

Azzi was caught off guard, but then kissed her back. She could not resist Paige, but she could feel the frustration, anger, and sadness in Paige’s kiss. She pulls back, “Paigey, talk to me.” 

Paige shakes her head no while focusing on Azzi’s lips with dilated dark blue eyes. She’s so tired of feeling like this, like she has no control over her life. She just wants to not feel like this for one minute. She pulled Azzi back in for a rough kiss, pouring any emotion she had left into the kiss. 

“Pai—”

“Azzi, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Paige pushed back, grabbing at the back of Azzi’s neck to kiss her again. Azzi has no idea what to do. She’d never seen this side of Paige before. If she doesn’t want to talk, she takes it out on exercise and finds her way back to Azzi by the end of the day. Azzi kisses her back because it’s evident that’s what Paige needs right now. But the voice in the back of her head knows this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

Azzi pulls back harder this time, sternly saying her name, “Paige.”

“Please, Azzi baby, I need you right now.” Something about the vulnerability takes over the logical voices in Azzi’s head, and she kisses Paige back. Paige smiled under Azzi’s initiative and pushed her against the wall, kissing down her neck. She stops right under Azzi’s ear, biting and soothing the sting over with her tongue. 

“P-paige, fuck.” This just spurs Paige on, and she shoves her leg in between Azzi’s and starts grinding into her. 

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, mama.” Paige displayed her strength by picking Azzi up and walking her over to the bed. Azzi grips at her shoulders, taking in the feeling of Paige all over her. Their kisses turn sloppy as their tongues fight for dominance. This is all Azzi has wanted, but something feels wrong. When her back hits the bed, the voices warning her to stop this come front and center.

Azzi moves her lips off of Paige, which Paige takes as an opportunity to kiss her neck again. Paige is lost in her head, desperately trying to push back all her negative feelings. But any insecurity and doubt she’s ever had is fighting back full force. Azzi is the only thing she’s ever had that is good and pure. She needs all of Azzi. Paige starts to move her hand down to the top of Azzi’s jeans when Azzi’s brain finally catches up with her. 

“Paige, stop.”

Paige freezes, her dark blue eyes now looking so lost. “You don’t want this, do you?”

“W-what no, Paige, hold on.”

“Fuck, I’m so stupid,” Paige says with tears ready to fall at any moment and removes herself from Azzi, to sit at the edge of the bed. Of course the one thing Paige thought would always be good in her life, she fucked up too.

“Paige, stop, that’s not it I jus—” 

“Azzi, it’s fine. I messed up; no need for you to fix this, too. Just drop it.” Paige feels guilt more than anything now for putting Azzi in this position. She was so desperate to run from her feelings that now she was just hurting herself and her best friend in the process. 

“P...”

Azzi isn’t even sure what the right thing to say right now is. She wants to admit her feelings for Paige. Let her know that she’s all she wants, but there’s obviously something going on that she can’t understand. 

“I’m sorry for fucking this all up, Azzi,” Paige whispers and drops her head into her hands, resting on her knees. 

“Paige, you didn’t fuck anyhting up. Please, just listen to me, baby.”

Paige’s tense shoulders relaxed at the term of endearment as Azzi rubbed her back. Maybe she didn’t totally push her away.

“Look at me, P.” Paige hesitates but finally turns to look at Azzi, feeling some sense of relief and fear at the look in Azzi’s eyes. She’s not sure she can handle any more rejection. 

“Paige, please, just talk to me. You’ve been on and off reacting like this all month, overdoing workouts and spending all night in the gym. I want to be here for you, Paigey, but I can’t if you don’t let me in. 

Paige lets that sit, really sit. She knows Azzi is right and feels like she's ripping at the seams and trying to hold it all in. 

Azzi almost didn’t hear Paige respond with her tear-filled whisper, “I’m not good enough.”

“Oh, Paige, come here.” Azzi opened her arms, and her best friend fell into her, sobbing. “I wish you could see yourself like I do. You’re more than enough, P; you’re everything. People will always have something to say, and half the time, they’re not even right. You constantly have so much pressure on you, so please let me take it off you.”

Azzi lets the older girl sob in her arms. “Let it all out, baby, I’ve got you.” 

“I-I’m s-so scared to f-fail.” Paige grips onto Azzi’s shirt like it's her lifeline, desperately trying to catch her breath between her tears. 

“It’s okay to fail sometimes, Paige. It’s what makes you stronger. It’s what makes you the Paige we all fell in love with.” The Paige I fell in love with is on the tip of Azzi’s tongue. 

“I’m so scared of letting everyone down.” Paige finally looks up at her, with her beautiful bright blue eyes filled with tears streaming down her face. 

“I know, love, it’s a lot to hold onto by yourself. Let me hold onto it with you. If you let fear take over your life, you’ll find yourself at the bottom of a hole you dug yourself. We need to find your drive and passion again, and I promise you that the rest will come naturally. You’re never alone as long as I’m here.”

Paige lets her words settle, really taking them in before whispering, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Azzi says softly, cradling Paige’s face. Something about it felt like a promise. 

“C’mon, P, let’s get you to bed.”

The girls get in their PJs and slip under the covers. 

“Az?” Paige turned to face her best friend.

“Yeah?”

“Can you, uh, c-can you hold me?” This isn’t the confident Paige everyone is used to seeing. This is the Paige only Azzi has the privilege to see. 

“Of course, P.” Azzi opened her arms, and Paige immediately shuffled her way into Azzi, grabbing her shirt again for comfort. 

“I’m sorry, Az.”

“Don’t be. You’re always my best friend before anything. I’ll always be here for you.” Azzi squeezed her tighter, emphasizing her words. 

“Yeah, best friends.” Paige shoved her head further into Azzi’s neck, holding back more tears. Azzi runs her fingers through Paige’s hair and kisses her temple. 

“It’s gonna be okay, P.” 

Azzi isn’t sure who she's trying to reassure more, Paige or herself. 

[prettywritergirl2]

Your last assignment

MDNI !!!

summary: Professor!Spencer Reid x f!reader (student) smut, slight age gap because it's a college setting but nothing illegal

contents: teasing, praise, fingering, slight edging (f!recieving), slight bondage (f!recieving), p in v (unprotected), creampie, false sympathy

a/n: this is heavily inspired by my crush on my geography teacher lmfao

word count: 1.7k

Professor!Spencer Reid who pays a whole lot of attention to you in class. He's passionate about his subject, of course, and wants to make sure everyone understands it, but his eyes seem to linger on you for just a second longer when he asks questions to the class.

"Got it?" You swear he's looking right at you. You can almost feel his eyes move down from your neatly styled hair, down the open top buttons of your shirt, and trace your exposed legs. You readjust your position in your seat, trying to make the feeling in the bottom of your stomach disappear, and his gaze seems to lock onto your thighs. He clears his throat and looks away, continuing with his lesson.

Maybe you were just being delusional. After all, you did have little crush on him. Right as you were packing up your laptop and books, you hear his voice again. "Please stay after class, I have a question about your last assignment."

He must be talking to somebody else, you think, there's absolutely no way he wants to see me. But there he is, standing at the door, saying absent-minded goodbyes to the students as they leave the classroom, looking directly into your eyes.

Professor!Spencer Reid sits down at his desk as you approach him. You're not really sure how to act, as you'd never spoken to him one-on-one before. Whatever, you think, it's probably nothing.

"You... had a question about my assignment, sir?" You notice a tensing in his shoulders as the final word rolls off your tongue.

"No." You tilt your head in confusion.

"So why did you ask to see me?"

"Do you think it's appropriate to be turned on during class, miss?" Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. You're wishing for the earth to open up and swallow you whole when he continues the conversation.

"Don't worry, I'm sure nobody else noticed. Back at the FBI, my job was literally to notice everything. Those skills don't just go away, you know?"

You don't know what to do with yourself other than to nod your head slightly, never looking up from your hands as you fidget with the hem of your plaid skirt.

His gaze settles on your hands, your skirt, and it continues roaming your body. You can't really tell if it's attraction or just behavioral analysis, until he speaks again.

"It's nothing to be nervous about, attraction is a natural human instinct. If it makes you feel better, I feel very attracted to you right now." He says it so matter-of-factly that you think it must be some kind of joke, your eyes shoot up to look at him and you simply can't help but laugh at the idea. He's probably just trying to ease your very apparent embarrassment.

Professor!Spencer Reid stands and walks towards you. He puts his hands onto the desk you're leaning against, pinning you to it. He notices you blushing and grins, looking down at you.

"How about this, sweetheart," your heart nearly explodes at the nickname, "I'll give you what you need, if you promise to stop distracting me during class. How's that sound?"

Need is an understatement for how you feel about this man. You nod your head once again, trying so so hard to keep eye contact.

"Use your words, pretty girl, come on." He doesn't move an inch, doesn't look away, doesn't say anything else.

"I promise, Mr. Reid." You look up at him and bite your lip. It feels like you're going to burn to death if he doesn't touch you soon.

"Oh fuck." He breathes out before wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you. Softly at first, but it quickly turns into both of you letting out desperate breaths and groans as you tug at each other's clothes.

Professor!Spencer Reid who really takes his time pulling your panties down your legs, ignoring your whimpers and moans. He traces your thigh with his fingertips, slowing down when he gets closer to your pussy.

"Please, sir, I can't take it anymore–" You trail off when he finally brushes over your clit.

"I see you like me a lot, hm?" He teases as he rubs your clit in slow circles. You can't do much more than moan in response, nearly screaming when he pushes two fingers inside you.

He fingers you slowly, leaving bite marks and hickeys down your neck and chest. You're fairly certain this is what heaven feels like as you feel your orgasm building in your stomach.

Professor!Spencer Reid who pulls his fingers out right when you were about to cum, licking them clean before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Aww it hurts, doesn't it? My poor girl." He pouts as you look for some type of friction on the smooth wood of his desk. You were so close, and now he's putting on this sympathy act as if it isn't his fault.

"Don't worry angel, I'll let you cum soon." He breathes out as he takes off his belt and ties it around your wrists in a swift movement.

It feels like minutes go by before he finally pushes his cock inside you and fuck, you're not sure this is going to last very long.

He groans out praises and swear words as he fucks you hard and slow. He lets go of the belt with one hand before moving it down between your legs, and when his thumb starts to circle your swollen clit, you feel like you're about to fall apart.

Professor!Spencer Reid who notices the way you tighten around him as your moans get louder. His name falls from your lips like a prayer and he fucking loves it.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good, let me feel you cum on my cock." How he's able to form a coherent sentence is beyond you. You can barely process his words when you finally reach your orgasm.

He cums too, not long after you, and the lust in his eyes almost increases as he watches his cum drip out of your still wet cunt.

He helps you get cleaned up and pull your underwear back up your shaky legs. You look up at him again through watery eyes, and he plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I don't think we're quite clear on that assignment yet. See me after my office hours on Monday?"

Your voice comes out coarse when you respond. "Mhm, I'll be there for sure."

[adara-of-the-flame]

the-name-is-hoggle

Hoggle cringes slightly as the red head actually calls him a "dead cave”. Wow. No matter how far he was from his childhood home, the more things did not change.

This feeling increased as the other dwarves approached, practically closing in around him and the somewhat clueless Mars - oft. He suddenly remembered she would definitely be super lost about what was going on - and made their opinions known. At least it looked like more were trying for the common tongue instead of Khudzul? Though that arguably just meant that Mars could be dragged into the discussion as well.

“Really, it’s nothin’ ta make a scene over. The apology is already more than appreciated….”

Of course being in the Summer Queen’s good graces really seemed to pull at the dwarves want to “right” things for Hoggle. Ugh. He rather preferred when no one thought twice about the words thrown his way. It was weird for anyone to care….

It was with relief - and a little trepidation - when Hoggle heard none other than Sir Didymus approaching them. He, Dumpling, and Yumika being led by Hickory over to where the Spring Prince and his bard stood. As soon as the knight saw his friends , Didymus hailed to them. Waving his staff about to get their attention while they were still a ways away.

“Sir Hoggle! My Lady Mars! There you two are! We knew you would return unharmed!”

And off the little fox-terrier creature bounced, making his way through the crowd of dwarves with some polite exclamations of “Pardon Me!, "Coming through!” and so forth. Both in common tongue and Khudzul, as a matter of fact. Which took Hoggle by surprise, he had no idea Didymus knew any at all!

What the -?!

“My, my! And new attire as well! I must say, a much better fit for the type of quest we are on at least!”

He grins as he finally reaches the dwarf and Urru, clapping Hoggle on the shoulder before grinning up at Mars. The smile going a bit slanted as he spoke,

“We spent a rousing night with Hickory playing Scrabble! Lady Yumika is still in a huff about how well she did at the game, but for a first time player it was not bad at all! You two seemed to have had a much more interesting night, yes?”

He turned to regard the redhead, their grandparent, and the rest of the assembled dwarves with bright curiosity.

“What is going on?”

Hoggled sighs lightly. Explaining for the whole group now.

“Short answer: our red headed friend over here commented on my lack of beard yesterday. ”

And other things.

“Their grandparent caught wind of this and was unhappy. A beardless dwarf means someone in mourning in older circles so they thought I’d been highly insulted and wanted to make amends. I wasn’t. I appreciate the apology I got anyway…It’s fine.”

Didymus hums lightly at this before commenting idly,

“…I admit I have wondered if you shaved everyday…”

Another sigh from Hoggle.

“No, Didymus. I’m just like this.”

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Not for the first time in her life, Mars found herself wading around in a sea of short people. She had no problem with this. When you're seven feet tall, and have generally been on the tall side all of one's life, it's a useful, addaptive strategy to learn to look down and make sure you're not stepping on anyone.

...Or, sitting on anyone, since no sooner had Hoggle dryly confessed to always being different, then the half-Urru promptly folded one long leg over the other and sat cross-legged on the ground next to the dwarf. They still weren't eye-level. Close enough, though.

"You know, it's not so bad being different. Beleive it not, I'm not normal, either." She grinned, brushing some long hair behind an inhuman ear. "And, I've had a lot of people tell me it's not okay for someone to have four arms, but I don't let it bother me. It has it's advantages. Just like having no beard." Were the other Dwarves still arguing? It's almost like the whole, hairy mob had forgotten Hoggle, and thus why they were arguing to begin with.

"I mean, it's really hot here, right?" Mars continued. "Having a beard and all that hair would just make you overheated and sweaty. Not being hairy is practical; it's cooler. And, your hair doesn't get stuck on trees, and branches, and stuff." How her literal yards of hair never got stuck or tangled itself was anyone's guess. Mars always said it had something to do with the conditioner she used. "And, I think you look good either way, beard or no beard."

Was it just her, or were the other people besides she and Hoggle suddenly shorter than they were a moment before?

...And, getting shorter!

Mars looked down. The ground at her feet had been replaced with a leaf and petals seat for the two of them, a large stem rising the pair up from below. "...Are we on a flower? Hoggle, are you doing this?"

"No, but by the time I'm done with him, he should be able to do even more." The pair continued to rise until they were eye to enormous eye with Selva Roja. "Last Dwarf on Their Feet doesn't start till sundown. Until then, you're mine for Spring Training, Little Prince."

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the stench of this terrible blog…bleck!”

[rwshfordgirl]

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where thanks to a problem with her car, she finally meets the boy she exchanges smiles with in the elevator of the building where her grandmother lives.

paring; pedri x reader!

a/n: first time writing for pedri! i really like it. and this was a story that was in my head in portuguese and with central cee as the main character lol but i don't even write for him haha i hope you like it ;)

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Pedri rubbed his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, he looked like someone in the desert seeing a mirage. However, you were real, you really were in his friend's mechanic's shop. And it was definitely the place you least wanted to be right now. However, you couldn't choose the day on which your car's engine would stop working.

But the Spanish player was relieved to see you. The voice in his head kept saying, "you're worried about her and you don't even know each other? you're crazy." Yet what could he do? He was used to meeting you at least once a week in the elevator of the building where he lives, but it's been weeks since he last met you.

Pedri has no idea why you disappeared, the college semester has been crazy and you no longer had time to take your grandmother's dog for a walk, as you had promised and had been doing for almost a year.

You remembered Pedri as soon as you saw him sitting with his head against the wall in front of you, "the cute boy from my grandma's building."

You never exchanged words but you did exchange many smiles, enough to make Pedri's heart almost jump out of his mouth every time. And you always enjoyed seeing him, especially when he was wearing Barcelona's tracksuits.

So, as always you smiled at him and he smiled back. But today you felt like talking, and besides, you wanted to try to forget that you would most likely be without a car for a few days.

Pedri saw you approaching attentively, his body was already starting to show signs of nervousness. Your smile was still on your face as you sat down on the empty bench next to him.

"Hi, long time no see."

Pedri heard your voice for the first time, he smiled when he concluded that it suited you perfectly.

"Hi." He looked into your eyes, "Really, and I was thinking you had moved away."

"Oh no, I don't live there, but my grandmother does and I promised to walk her dog once a week."

He nodded.

"You broke the promise."

Pedri's comment made you giggle and he mentally thanked you when he saw you turn your head forward. He admired you, something that only made him more nervous. His eyes helped his brain process every detail of your face, which made him come to the conclusion that he had never seen a woman like you.

"My degree isn't allowing me to go there. At least today I got some time off, and my car too."

You pointed to the car a few feet away.

"He's in good hands, Carlos is a good mechanic."

"I know, he always saves my car. But this is the first time I've seen you here, did your car have a problem too?"

Pedri shook his head, "I left training early today. I didn't feel like going home, so I decided to stop by and see him. He used to play with me in the youth teams."

You were surprised, "So you're actually a Barcelona player? I thought you were just a fanatical fan." You smiled "But now I'm remembering where I've seen you before, I've watched Barcelona games at Camp Nou."

"Barca fan then?" He asked curiously.

"I can say so."

"I need to let you know that the car will be ready today, but it will take about two hours. If you want to leave and come back for it when I call you."

Carlos, Pedri's mechanic friend, stopped in front of you. And the player saw you mutter, "Shit."

"Okay, I'll go to my grandmother's house then. "

You stood up and smiled awkwardly at Pedri and Carlos. The mechanic nodded and walked away while Pedri stood up and stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

"I can take you home if you want." He offered.

"No need, I live far away and my grandmother's house is very close. You can stay here with Carlos." You thanked him. "And by the way, my mother would kill me if I got into a stranger's car."

His joke made Pedri quickly lower his head and laugh.

"I swear I'm just a football player and not a psychopath. And I can come back later to talk to Carlos."

It's a half hour walk to your grandmother's house and only 10 hours by car. Pedri's ride isn't a bad idea for you, even if it makes you lay your head on the pillow and think about the dangers you could run into.

"Okay, but know that there are a lot of people who can come after you."

Pedri laughed at his comment once more before walking to his car. He politely opened the door for you to get in. "Thank you." You said before watching him walk towards the driver's seat.

"Do you live in another city but study in Barcelona?" He asked as he started the car. Eyes trained on the street.

"I live in Girona because of my mother and my maternal grandmother, both are not big fans of the hustle and bustle that Barcelona has."

"At least Girona isn't far away."

"Yes, it takes me practically the same distance by car or subway, but it's tiring to make that journey almost every day."

"I can't imagine what that must be like." He looked as he stopped the car at the red light. "But I know that all the effort will be rewarded."

"I hope.''

Seeing Pedrid driving has the same effect as seeing him wearing the tracksuit of the team he plays for. His hands on the steering wheel, the way he moves to look in the rearview mirror. It's a shame the journey is so short.

But Pedri was also bothered by this, he wanted to have more time to get to know you better today. An idea popped into his head as soon as he parked in the building's parking lot.

"Do you have any appointments right now?"

He looked at you hopefully.

"No. Why?"

Pedri bit his lip and looked out the window before answering.

"Want to eat something? There's a place nearby."

"There wasn't enough time for you to kidnap me, was there?" He laughed, "but I accept, I already know where you're going to take me."

"Do you like going there?"

"Love, even more so after a busy week."

And you can watch Pedri backing up and heading towards the café two blocks away. In the upper part of Barcelona.

"Nice view, isn't it?"

Barcelona seen from the top of the hill is something surreal. That's why it's one of your favorite places in the world, the most beautiful city in the world.

"It looks like you."

Flirtatious Pedri appeared. Taking you by surprise and leaving you embarrassed.

"Do you think so?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that ever since I first saw you in that elevator."

"And you never thought to tell me?"

"How would I tell you? Wouldn't it be nice to take you by the hand and tell you that you are beautiful."

You laughed at the way he said it.

"You should have, a compliment makes someone's day." He nodded. "But I'm not going to lie, I loved running into you in the elevator."

"And I definitely missed that."

He said as he scratched his chin. Pedri was embarrassed to say that but as he knew it wasn't worth hiding something like that from you.

"Good to know."

[lavenderhateswritting]

LOWKEY I need Bruce’s reaction when he finds the divorce papers

I'm low-key obssesed with divorcing Bruce. This got so much longer than I thought it would I hope you like it.

If he were to ask himself what he remembers about that night he would say it was the look in your eyes. You were never good at hiding how you felt he could tell what kind of day you had just by staring into your eyes and watchng the way the light bounced off them.

You were sad, of course you were sad he had done it again broken the trust you gave him, over and over again even as past experiences showed, he could not be trusted with it. There was more to it though. You weren't just sad you were determined. He used to love that look on you. The way your eyes would narrow when you had finally found the best path forward.

He knew you had made up your mind as soon as you looked him in the eyes and he saw in you the very reason he had fallen in love all those years ago.

Coming home to the empty bedroom wasn't surprising he knew in a way that he had lost this battle. You were going to leave that night, likely to your parent or friends house maybe if he was lucky to one of the properties you both owned. He could concede this to you learning about a child he had out of wedlock with a woman he had already cheated on you with once before, you were going to need to be alone.

He just needed to think of a plan to get you back like he had before. What had he done before to get you back? To pull your relationship from that ledge he couldn't stop walking it towards. Vacations that never lasted long because there was always a new problem popping up and a world to save. Dates that he planned, going to your favorite restouraunt where he was getting flirted with constantly reminding you why you were out in the first place. Flowers, but you never really liked flowers it just seemed like something he was supposed to do when he failed in the relationship. Likely none of those would work.

In a way the divorce papers had come as less of a surprise than he would have liked to admit. You had been out of the house for a month and not answering his phone calls. He kept tabs though, he had to, to make sure you were safe and that he'd be there when you were ready to move past this together. So he noticed when you started talking to lawyers. So if you asked him, no he wasn't surprised that you had asked for a divorce. It still hurt though. In a way he had never thought a simple piece of paper could hurt in his life.

Twenty years of marriage couldn't be over this quick. With so little fight or care he just needed to talk to you and explain himself. You were always good at understanding him probably the only person who consistently could.

"What are you doing here Bruce." You weren't facing him. You were chopping carrots on the cutting board at the counter, but you had of course heard him come in. You had gained some kind of second sense for people like him and the kids after a while sneaking past you was nearly impossible.

He remembers one of the days when Jason was young and had gotten it in his head that he was going to manage to sneak past you and into the cave even though he was benched for the night because of a cold. He had by the end of the night gotten so frustrated that he had accused you of secretly being a double agent sent to spy on the family.

For a moment he can feel himself wanting to smile at the memory he stops himself he's Batman right now. Maybe coming in the suit was a bad idea, but in a way this was his best defense against you against whatever way you decided to hurt him.

You're waiting for a response, but what should he even say. ' I missed waking up to your smile everyday and holding you close at night.' Or ' I don't know what's wrong with me because you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen and for some reason that's not enough for me'. Or maybe ' I don't know what a life without you in it would look like and I would never want to live in the world where I have to figure that out.' He doesn't say any of that though can't bring himself to.

"You left." He finally says and he can tell by the tension in your shoulders it was the wrong choice.

"I told you I was going to." Your back is still turned towards him. He'd like to think that if he could see your face maybe he could find a road map towards fixing this.

He watches as you scrape the carrots into whatever soup you have cooking on the stove that has left the entire house smelling like those moments of peace you two would share after a rough week.

"I never got the chance to explain myself. You left and now you want to leave everything we built and you haven't even given me a chance to explain myself." He's hoping that if he can just get you to understand in the way you always have that there might be some chance of fixing this.

"What is there to explain Bruce. You've done this so many times that I think I've heard every excuse or explanation you could possibly have. Can we just end this like adults." You stir the pot and then finally you turn around to look at him. You have dark rings underneath your eyes and he's not sure what of that was always there and what wasn't. You were always exhausted running from one problem to the next trying to keep things afloat as best you could. Tryng to keep this relationship afloat as best you could.

"I know that my relationship with Talia has hurt you multiple times and I need to apologize because this isn't fair to you it never has been." He inhales rememders everything he's ever tried to tell you and just assumed you knew and tries his hardest to voice it.

"I can't tell you why I keep cheating on you because I am truly a lucky man. You are the center of my world Y/N and most of the time you're the only thing keeping it running." He looks into your eyes and he can see the tears rushing forward threatening to flow.

"The world before I knew you was a dark one, I wanted to help people, but in a way I never cared what happened to me. You gave me a reason to want to come home at the end of the day. You made me whole in ways I never thought I could be. I don't want to end this I can't imagine a world where we aren't togehter." You're crying now. He cant seem to stop making you cry.

"Bruce I have loved you for so long that, the idea of not having you in my life was something I could never even consider. And maybe that was the problem. I've stuck beside you for so long and tried my hardest to make sure that you and your life were the best it could be I think I've forgotten that I'm a person outside of you." You reach up to wipe the tears out of your eyes and wrap your arms around yourself like a hug. "You aren't good for me Bruce hell you're not even really good to me and I have to find some way t-to move past relying on you for everything because you don't know how to stop hurting me and I'm just going to keep letting you."

"Don't say that. You know I don't want to hurt you. I don't ever want to see you hurt."

"You say all of this, but you keep hurting me anyways. Maybe you do love me, maybe you actually do believe what you're saying." You're staring him down now. "But that's not enough and I've given you chance after chance to be better and every single time you just hurt me again. Something had to give and I- I need to break this off or this relationship will kill me."

"I'll be better." He's stood up and begun to walk towards you now. "I won't even look in the direction of a woman if you ask me I will do better." You reach your hand up and cup his face. He can see it in your eyes that there's nothing he can do to change your mind, but he'd be a fool not to try.

"Oh Bruce, I wish I could believe you." You take your hand down and lean your head onto his chest. Your eyes are staring back at you in the chine of the bat symbol. You both stand there for a few minutes and breathe in the last of eachother you'll ever get.

"You need to leave Bruce." You finally push yourself away from him and he can tell you mean it.

So he leaves.

[lyn31]

Omg! I just read your Zayne fluffy oneshot "Lonely" AND IT'S SOOO GOOD!! Whoever request you is so genius! And your writing are good too!! I'm here to send a request... (Since I craving more of a pregnancy story with Zayne). Here's my idea : MC had a fake contraction when Zayne isn't around. She doesn't know it was a fake contraction, so she immediately called her husband in panic. After that he gave her a whole day lecture something like that. But then, MC protested that it was his fault for keep working late. The argument ended when Zayne got an emergency call so he had to leave immediately when MC was still pouting about it. Do you get it? I'm not good at words, hopefully you understand 😩😩

I'm hoping you also mean fluff because that's what I ended up with after all 😂 Well... I only write fluff, so I guess it was going to be fluff either way... 🫶🏻😩

And no worries, I gotchuuu! I'm also someone who has a difficult time with words. My writing is crisp because it went through A LOT of editing, research, and flipping through the dictionary 🥹🫶🏻 and I agree the first request is genius, hella cute and this add to it as well! (Also I'm sorry I change the after the call part but I thought this work well! Let me know what you think)

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Summary

When an unexpected moment of unease catches you off guard, you do what you’ve been told to do—you call him. And even through the distance, his voice is steady, reassuring. But maybe… it’s not just comfort you’re searching for. Maybe what you really need is for him to come home.

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Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader Technically, this could be a separate universe, but it also fits right in the middle of the first story as well! Either way, Enjoy! 🥰

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You’re just about to sit down when you feel it—a sudden jolt of discomfort deep in your stomach. It’s not exactly pain, not sharp enough to make you gasp, but enough to make you pause. Your hand instinctively comes to rest over your bump, thumb rubbing slow circles over the stretched fabric of your shirt.

Cramps aren’t unusual at this stage. You’re in your second trimester, and little aches and twinges come with the territory. So you shake it off, exhaling softly as you settle onto the couch, phone in hand.

You flip open the novel you were planning to read, but your attention drifts almost immediately. You could read, sure, but now you’re thinking about holding a real book in your hands. The way the pages feel under your fingers, the crisp scent of new paper. Maybe you should convince Zayne to take you to the bookstore soon—if he’s not too busy. Or maybe that grill place you've been craving since yesterday is open today.

You huff, tapping idly at your screen. It’s not like you don’t understand his job. He’s a doctor, a fantastic one at that, and you’re immensely proud of him. But knowing doesn’t stop you from wanting. From missing him.

It’s probably just the hormones talking. You try to shake off the thought and refocus on your book.

But just after you finish one page, you feel the aches again. Your stomach tightens—uncomfortably so. Not sharp, but deep. A pressure that lingers, almost taunting.

Your breath catches. That’s—that’s different. It doesn’t fade right away, and a strange sort of urgency prickles at the back of your mind. Your palm presses against the firmness of your belly, fingers twitching slightly.

It doesn’t go away.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’ll pass in a minute. But… what if it doesn’t?

"Okay..." you murmur to yourself. "Maybe... I should just..."

Your thumb hovers over your screen, another hesitation, before you press the emergency call button, your heartbeat suddenly loud in your ears.

The call barely finishes its second ring before a familiar voice answers.

"Yes?"

Just hearing Zayne’s voice eases some of your anxiety—but not all.

"Um..." You wince as the sensation moves lower, not increasing but persistent, refusing to be ignored.

"Darling?" His voice spikes slightly, alert. "Something wrong?"

"I—" You pause, trying to find the right words. "I don’t know. Something feels off."

There’s a brief silence. "Lower stomach? Upper? Or somewhere else?" Zayne asks, his voice steady.

You hesitate. "Lower stomach, I think? It’s not exactly pain—just an odd, lingering pressure." Taking another deep breath between your words.

"Sharp or dull?"

"...Dull."

"Alright. You’re already regulating your breath—that’s a good start." His voice is softer now, gentle but firm. A grounding force against the growing unease inside you. It's a good thing at this point, because you feel yourself panicking a little bit. The feeling still hasn’t faded. How long has it been? A minute? More?

You're still around six months at this point, and all you can think of is labor contractions. That is not a good outcome.

There’s a pause, then his tone softens slightly. "Try lying down—slowly. Tell me if it changes."

"Okay... Yeah..." You move to recline, but pause. "Wait—aren’t you supposed to walk around during contractions?"

"Don’t." His response is instant, clipped but controlled. You can almost hear him pinching the bridge of his nose. "You’re alone. I can’t, in good conscience, let you walk around while you’re in pain."

"Well, it’s not really pain—"

Your word gets cut off when you hear him saying your name. Not scolding, not impatient. Just firm. Steady.

Very him.

You shut your mouth, swallowing down the argument. It can wait.

Carefully, you ease yourself back against the couch cushions. You brace yourself on the backrest, moving in slow increments, exhaling with each adjustment.

The tightness begins to fade.

You hear a muffled voice in the background—someone asking Zayne a question. He must cover the receiver because you can’t make out the words, but when he returns, his voice is as steady as ever. "Darling? How is it?"

"Better," you admit, rubbing slow circles over your stomach.

"That’s good. When did the first one start?"

You hesitate.

"How do you know this wasn’t the first?"

There’s a pause. A knowing silence.

You huff. "Fair enough. I think about five minutes ago? Maybe longer. I wasn’t keeping track, I thought it was just cramps."

"Hmm. And now?"

You push yourself up slightly, careful not to move too fast. "It’s gone now."

You let out another slow breath, feeling a little ridiculous now. You just interrupted your husband at work for nothing. Maybe you should apologize—but then again, isn’t this what he always tells you to do? Call him if anything feels off?

There’s a slight exhale on the other end of the line—subtle relief. "That’s good. I think it’s safe to say it was false labor contractions."

Ah. Now you remember. Yes. You’d read about it before, but in the moment, all rational thinking had gone out the window.

"You don’t feel anything else?" Zayne asks.

"No," you murmur. Then, a little sheepishly, "Sorry. I completely forgot about false labor. What was it called again? We read about it, but I just... panicked."

"Braxton Hicks," he supplies easily. "And don’t apologize for being cautious. Precaution is never a bad thing."

There’s another muffled sound on his end, someone calling for him.

"Ah, right," you say, feeling a little guilty, but also a little bitter. But you shake the feeling away. "You should go, I’m fine now—"

"No," he cuts in, voice still soft. "I still have time."

You feel a warmth in your chest at that.

But then, his tone shifts, just a fraction firmer. "Now, did you overexert yourself? Or forget to drink water?"

"I drink my water!" you insist.

You don’t answer the other question.

Because, well... You may or may not have spent the morning rearranging the living room. Specifically the sofa.

The silence from the other end stretches for a beat too long. Then—

A sigh.

"If you need something, just tell me. I’ll do it for you."

The words are simple. No irritation, no exasperation. Just pure sincerity.

And somehow, that’s what makes the loneliness bubble up, unbidden.

You press your lips together, fingers tightening slightly around your phone. You’re fine. He’s busy. He’s saving lives, for God’s sake, and you’re sitting here whining about missing him?

The thought doesn’t help. The weight in your chest doesn’t go away.

You swallow hard, trying to push it down, barely more than a breath at first. "I was just—" You catch yourself too late, lips pressing together, but the words have already slipped out. "Lonely," you finish, softer this time, as if saying it quieter might make it less real.

And then, once it’s out, it won’t stop. “And then this happened, and you weren’t here, I mean you’re barely around and I just—I don’t know!”

The second the words leave your mouth, you slap a hand over it, eyes going wide.

Shit.

He doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a pause, just long enough that you wonder if the call dropped—then you hear his quiet inhale. When he speaks, his voice is softer, more careful. "I’m sorry."

Another pause. Then, just as gentle, "Today, I should be home on time."

You freeze, pulse jumping. That wasn’t supposed to come out. “I mean—” You force out a light laugh, waving a hand as if brushing it off. “Not like— I wasn’t upset or anything, just, you know… hormones?” You grasp at the excuse, but it’s a weak defense.

“Darling.”

His voice alone is enough to make your throat tighten. You shake your head quickly, as if he can see that too. “No, really, I mean yes, I miss you, of course. How could I not? But I don’t blame you, alright?”

A soft inhale on the other end of the line. “I miss you too. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you soon.”

His voice is steady, warm—so sincere it makes your chest ache.

"You don’t have to make up for anything," you murmur, though your throat feels tight.

"I do," he says simply. "I know I haven't been around as much as I'd want to. But that doesn't mean I don’t think about you all the time."

You sniffle. Oh, no. Here it comes. You are not about to cry over this.

Zayne hears it instantly. “Darling?”

“No, no, don’t—” You swipe a hand under your eyes. “You’re being too sweet, stop it.”

A quiet chuckle comes through the phone, warm and affectionate. “I’m just telling the truth.”

“Well, don’t.” You groan, tipping your head back against the couch.

His voice drops into something even softer, something almost intimate. “You know I’d rather be home with you, right? I’d rather be next to you right now, holding you, rubbing your back, listening to you rant about whatever new thing annoyed you today.”

You sniffle again, unable to stop yourself.

He sighs, indulgent. “Wipe your tears for me,” he murmurs. “I can’t do it right now.”

Oh, no. No, no, no. That is way too much. You cover your face with both hands, your phone barely on your grip, voice muffled when you groan, “Zayne.”

“Yes?”

“That’s too cute. Stop that.”

He hums, amused, like he’s not single-handedly making your heart explode. “I meant what I said,” he continues, like he’s speaking just for you. “I know it’s hard. And I know you’ve been lonely. But you’re not alone, alright? You never will be.”

A shaky breath escapes you. You can’t even answer that because you might actually start full-on sobbing.

Before you can pull yourself together, a voice calls his name in the background, sharp with urgency.

There’s a brief pause before he exhales. “Sorry, I have to go. Emergency.”

You sit up a little straighter, still trying to blink the tears away. “Don’t say sorry for doing your job,” you say quickly, before he even gets the chance.

A beat of silence. Then, quietly, “I love you.”

Your chest tightens again, but this time in the best way possible. “I love you too.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

And then the line clicks off, leaving you sitting there with a slightly damp face, fully in love, and no idea how you’re supposed to wait for him to come home after that.

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By the time Zayne gets home, the house is quiet, the lights are dim. His footsteps are careful as he steps inside, taking in the familiar scent of home.

But something is off.

His gaze flickers toward the living room, and his brows knit slightly. The sofa—it's not where it usually is. Only slightly shifted, but enough for him to notice.

A quiet sigh leaves him. So that’s why. No wonder.

And there you are—curled up on the living room sofa, blanket draped haphazardly over you, lips slightly parted as you breathe in steady, even rhythms.

Shaking his head, he moves closer, reaching down to carefully lift you, but the moment his hands brush against you, your lashes flutter. You stir, and then, before he can even say anything, you immediately reach for him, fingers gripping weakly at his sleeve as your sleepy voice murmurs, “Welcome home.”

His expression softens instantly. He leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head. “I’m home.”

You hum, eyes barely open, still clinging to him. He pulls back slightly, studying your drowsy face, and his lips press into a thin line. “I told you not to sleep here anymore.”

You yawn, stretching lazily. “It just turned out that way.”

Zayne lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed. His fingers brush lightly against the armrest, confirming his suspicion. “…And moving the sofa helped with that?”

Your expression flickers—too quickly. Suspiciously. “…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Zayne exhales sharply, almost a laugh, but doesn’t push. Instead, he watches you, unimpressed but fond.

Then, before you can argue further, your gaze flickers past him—and you gasp.

“Grill meat!”

Zayne barely has a second to react before you’re fully awake, scrambling up as you spot the takeout containers on the coffee table. You turn back to him with wide, excited eyes. “You got it! It's open today?!”

His lips twitch. “You’ve been talking about it for two days. I wasn’t about to come home empty-handed.”

You beam. Absolutely beam. It’s almost too much for him. Almost.

Zayne steps forward, already reaching for the bag to open it for you, but you immediately scold him, smacking his arm lightly. “No—go change first! You just got back, you should wash up or—whatever you need to do! I can wait.”

Zayne exhales, the sound a soft mixture of amusement and surrender. “You’re so impatient, but now you’re suddenly willing to wait?”

You huff. “Well, yeah! I’m feeling generous, so go now.”

He snorts, watches you for a second longer, as if considering pushing back, but then shakes his head. “Alright,” he says simply. “I’ll be quick.”

When he returns—now dressed in sweats and a plain tee—you’re already sitting cross-legged on the couch, takeout bag in front of you like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Finally,” you say, eagerly patting the space beside you. “Come on, doc, you deserve a break.”

With a quiet breath, Zayne settles beside you, reaching to open the containers. Warm, savory steam fills the air, and you practically melt.

“Oh my God,” you whisper reverently. “This is exactly what I needed.”

Zayne watches as you take your first bite, the way your eyes flutter shut in pure bliss.

His lips press together like he’s holding something back.

But then, instead of teasing you immediately, his gaze softens just a fraction. “I really do love seeing you happy,” he murmurs, voice softer than before.

You pause mid-chew. The warmth in his tone catches you off guard, settling somewhere deeper than just the comfort of food or his presence. Your lips part slightly, something unspoken lingering on your tongue—

“Didn’t you say you could wait?”

You blink, barely processing the shift before narrowing your eyes. “...That was before I smelled it.”

“Hm.” He picks up his chopsticks, eyes flicking between you and the food. “And here I thought your love for me was unwavering.”

“It is,” you say immediately. Then, with a dramatic sigh, “But love won’t fill my stomach, Zayne.”

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”

“You married this, by the way,” you remind him, grinning. “Willfully.”

Zayne barely fights off the curve on his lips, eyes glinting with amusement. “...Unfortunately.”

You gasp. “Take it back!”

“Hmm. No.”

“Zayne!” You reach out to smack his arm.

He only chuckles, catching your wrist easily before letting his fingers slip between yours. The motion is effortless, natural. You don’t even think about it—you just hold on.

His hand is cool against your skin, but his presence is warm, grounding. The laughter, the quiet intimacy of shared meals, the way his fingers stay laced with yours—it settles something in your chest.

For tonight, it’s enough.

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Notes

Ugh I love fluff 🫶🏻😩 Sue me 😂 This is ended up connected ahaha either way, if we're going for chronological order here it is: (this is part 1) part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 smut one perhaps? ahahaha

[muqingslover]

[ Back on my doomed childhood boys agenda yippieeee!! This one is a more long kinda fic style of my take on their relationship! For the people who are new: I'm basically just exploring their vulnerability and dynamic with each other bc I think it's neat!

I'll be splitting this one into two parts that I plan on posting as soon as im done proofreading \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ FYI: First part is more centered around Caleb and the next one around Zayne!

Also! Please give me tag name ideas specifically for these posts!! ]

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Zayne and Caleb have a complicated relationship. It wasn't hard to realize if anyone was to spend more than ten minutes in the same room as them.

You were their everything; Their first love, their most precious person and the one they'd both do anything for. They wanted nothing more than to make sure you were happy and safe regardless of where you were.

That fact soon extended into looking out for each other so you never needed to worry about either of them. Or well, that's how it started as anyway.

Caleb sometimes got into fights without your knowledge to protect you from the neighborhood troublemakers that wanted to bully you. It wasn't a big deal, really. But, during that time, he wasn't the biggest or the strongest and naturally he came out looking a bit rough.

"Again?" Zayne sighed when he found the other sitting near your house like a watch dog, looking all bruised up and disheveled. He expected this 'phase' of his to naturally pass as they grew older, but it didn't quite fully go away. Well, nothing that involved you ever simply disappeared with Caleb.

"Piss off." He huffed roughly as he wiped the blood from his split lip and crossed his arms over his chest like he was a pouty child instead of an edgy teen. Zayne was always amazed by the stark contrast of how he acted when you weren't around— The boarding on childish sulking, unmeasured words, constant grumpy or simply uninterested look on his face and his boyish, petty behavior. Part of him couldn't begin to imagine how exhausting it must be to always be putting on an act in front of someone he loves, to repress everything about who he is for the sake of being flawless.

"Let me take a look." He sat next to him as he reached into his bag for some of the emergency supplies he carried with him exactly for situations such as these. In the beginning there was a lot of "acting tough" from Caleb but by bringing up the fact you would be very upset if you were to find out the real reason as to why he was all beaten up he quickly piped down. This was basically routine now— The way Zayne would receive nasty glares because the alcohol stung, the grumbles about how this was nothing "compared to the other guys" and how the other refused to meet his eyes while he patched up the small wounds that littered his skin.

Caleb found...uncomfortable how he was always so earnest. Zayne always had that same "dumb, dead fish" look on his face and yet he was so....Genuine. More than he will ever get to be. His sharp, green eyes seemed to peel away each layer that he so carefully kept wrapped around himself to stay hidden from the world, hidden from you, laying him bare effortlessly and he didn't like that. No, he hated it.

After all, to Caleb, love is about being everything you want and more. It's about twisting himself into knots for your comfort. It's about living and dying for you without hesitation because nothing else, not even himself, matters if you're by his side. He will be who you need him to be and if that means throwing away who he truly is then he will do it gladly.

Still, sometimes, only sometimes, his mind would beg for a break. Only a small moment of respite where he didn't have to overthink about each of the expressions he made or triple check his actions.

Zayne never needed to find out that when he was by his side it was as if he could really breathe. It was just...easy. He didn't expect anything from him nor did Caleb want to impress the other in any way. Sure, he wanted to prove he was better than that "four eyes" was for you, but he never felt the desperate need to keep that facade he kept with you when it was just them. Nothing between them felt rehearsed or forced, not even when they lent each other a hand. How can someone Caleb dislikes so much bring him such peace remains to this day a mystery to him.

[yunholic-jongholic]

Snuggle Season | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | You are on your period and your boyfriend Jongho comes to comfort you for the day.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | 16+? (Idk...)

CONTENT WARNINGS | Mentions of Period, Reader on her Period, Mood Swings, Cramping, Light Cursing (Not as bad), Softie Boyfriend!Jongho,

WORD COUNT | 7.6k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is for me and the girlies who suffer bad periods and want just Jongho to cuddle them :( Nothing but fluff in this one shot. :3c I will tell y'all right now, as someone who is on her month right now. I cried writing this LMFAO.

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You woke up in the afternoon—slept in again, unintentionally. It didn’t take long before it hit you… that time of the month had arrived.

Great.

With an annoyed sigh, you forced yourself out of bed, determined to shower and salvage some productivity from the day.

You got your clothes ready and went to take a shower.

Afterwards, wrapped in the lingering warmth of the water, the idea of going out suddenly felt… exhausting. Honestly, staying in and just being lazy sounded way more appealing today.

So, you slipped into your comfiest clothes—soft, oversized, and still carrying that fresh laundry scent—then curled up in bed beneath a blanket that clung to a hint of yesterday’s warmth. The soft patter of rain against the window felt like the world was whispering, it’s okay to rest.

You let out a quiet sigh as the familiar ache of cramps started to settle in. Curling into yourself, you tried to get comfortable again when your phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand.

With a tired groan, you reached over and picked it up, the screen lighting up with Jongho’s name.

You answered, and his warm voice greeted you on the other end.

“Hey, babe. You, okay?”

You gave a soft hum in response, your voice a little quieter than usual. “Mmm… not really. Cramps are kicking my ass today.”

There was a short pause on his end before he spoke again, gentler this time. “Ah, I had a feeling. You sounded a little off.”

You could practically hear the concern in his tone, that familiar blend of worry and affection.

“Do you want me to come over? I can bring snacks, a heating pad, maybe even risk my life by picking the wrong brand of chocolate again,” he teased lightly, trying to make you smile.

Despite the discomfort, you let out a quiet laugh, the corners of your mouth lifting.

“That does sound tempting,” you murmured. “Especially the snacks.”

“Say no more. I’m on my way,” he said, already moving around in the background. “Text me if you think of anything else you want, okay?”

“Okay… thank you.”

“Always.”

You ended the call feeling just a little lighter, your phone resting beside you again as you nestled deeper into the blankets, comforted by the thought of Jongho on his way.

The steady sound of rain kept you company, soft and soothing against the windows. After a few quiet moments, you sighed and peeled yourself out of bed, shuffling to the door to unlock it for him. Then it was straight back to your cocoon of warmth, where your blanket welcomed you like an old friend.

It wasn’t long before a gentle knock echoed from the front door—followed by the sound of it opening.

“Babe?” Jongho’s voice floated through the apartment.

“In here,” you called softly.

He appeared in your doorway a few seconds later, balancing three overstuffed bags like some kind of cozy-day delivery hero. Without a word, he dropped them on your bed beside you and sat down with a little exhale, brushing his fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“I may have gone a little overboard,” he said with a small grin.

You peeked into the bags—chocolate, heating pads, painkillers, your favorite snacks, and even a little stuffed animal. Your heart melted a little.

He soon slipped off his rain jacket, revealing the bear-print pajamas he’d clearly been wearing all day underneath. The sight made you smile instantly. Before sitting down, he pulled the hoodie over his head, the oversized hood making him look like a sleepy little forest creature.

You reached for him with a small laugh, pulling him closer until he was within kissing range. You pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

“You’re so cute,” you murmured.

He grinned, cheeks tinting just slightly. “You’re just saying that because I brought chocolate.”

“Maybe,” you teased, resting your head against his shoulder.

“So…” he said after a pause, stretching out and letting his legs sprawl across the bed, clearly settling in for the long haul. “Do you wanna watch TV or something?”

You nodded, already reaching for the remote. “Only if we can cuddle while we do it.”

“Obviously,” he smirked. “That was always part of the plan.”

You turned on the TV and handed him the remote with a little smile. “Surprise me today.”

He took it with a mock-serious nod, settling in beside you as you grabbed the painkillers and downed them quickly. With one hand, you already tore into the chocolate, unwrapping a piece and popping it into your mouth like it was the cure to all the world's problems.

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got,” he said, scrolling through the options.

You watched him browse for a bit—until he hovered a little too long over a scary movie thumbnail.

Your eyes narrowed. “No.”

He grinned. “C’mon, babe. It’ll be fun!”

“I’m serious. No.” But the look in your eyes only made him smirk harder.

With zero hesitation, he clicked it anyway. The ominous music started playing immediately, and you groaned as you sat up, reaching for the remote.

“Don’t worry,” he teased, holding it out of your reach like a villain. “I’ll protect you, babe.”

“Oh my god, give it!” you laughed, playfully swatting at him as you climbed over his lap trying to wrestle it back. He held it away, laughing along with you as the two of you fell into a lighthearted game of tug-of-war with the remote.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said between giggles, still trying to grab it.

“And you’re stuck with me,” he grinned.

He grinned mischievously before gently plopping you back down beside him, sliding the remote behind his back like it was top-secret intel.

You huffed, lightly smacking his chest. “Jongho!”

He burst out laughing at your dramatic squeal, clearly loving every second of messing with you.

“Alright, alright,” he said through his laughter, finally fishing out the remote and handing it over.

You snatched it with an exaggerated glare, rolling your eyes as you muttered something under your breath about gremlins in bear pajamas. With righteous satisfaction, you scrolled past the horror section and put on a lighthearted rom-com instead—something cozy, funny, and just the right amount of cheesy.

Satisfied, you nestled into Jongho’s arms as he wrapped them snugly around you, pulling you in close. His hoodie was soft and warm, and the rhythmic beat of his heart under your cheek was enough to lull you into comfort.

You reached for the chocolate again, popping another piece into your mouth as you settled into the safety of the moment—cramps and all, this was your kind of peace.

As the movie played, the two of you lay there wrapped up in warmth and each other. A cheesy line echoed from the TV, something dramatic like “I’d cross the universe just to see your smile.”

You snorted. “Wow. He really just said that.”

Jongho chuckled, resting his chin lightly on your head. “You don’t want me to say stuff like that to you?”

You looked up at him with a smirk. “If you said it, I’d think you hit your head.”

He feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Wow. So you’re saying I’m not romantic?”

“I’m saying you’re more of a ‘Here, I brought you snacks and stole your blanket’ type of romantic.”

He grinned. “Guilty. But hey, actions speak louder than overused space metaphors.”

You laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Fair enough. You’re my favorite kind of romantic anyway.”

He beamed at that, tightening his arms around you just a little.

Another overly dramatic scene played out on screen, and he whispered, “You think if I started reciting monologues like that, you’d swoon?”

You gave him a look. “You’d trip over the first sentence.”

“Probably,” he said with a soft laugh. “But I’d trip with passion.”

You shook your head, smiling as you snuggled back into him. “Dork.”

“Your dork.”

The movie kept rolling, full of cliché misunderstandings and grand romantic gestures, but somehow it just worked—especially with Jongho’s steady warmth wrapped around you and the rain still pattering softly outside.

At one point, the main couple on screen kissed under a perfectly timed fireworks display. You both blinked at the scene.

“That’s so unrealistic,” you muttered, grabbing another piece of chocolate. “Fireworks don’t just show up when you’re having a moment.”

Jongho shrugged. “Maybe they would if you had a bigger budget.”

You giggled. “Oh, so that’s why we’ve never kissed under fireworks.”

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours with a lazy smile. “We could make it happen. Just need a lighter, some sparklers, and maybe no fire safety laws.”

You gasped dramatically. “Jongho!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, holding up his hands. “No laws will be broken in the name of love… probably.”

You both fell into soft laughter again, your bodies pressed close beneath the blankets. Somewhere between scenes, your fingers found his and laced together naturally, like muscle memory.

Eventually, the movie dipped into a quiet montage, and your eyes felt heavier. The chocolate was nearly gone, your cramps were slightly more bearable, and Jongho’s steady breathing beside you made you feel like the world could stop spinning for a while—and you wouldn’t mind at all.

He looked down at you and whispered, “Feeling any better?”

You nodded; eyes still half-closed. “Yeah… thanks to you.”

“Good,” he said, brushing his thumb over your hand. “That’s my job.”

The movie ended, the credits rolling quietly in the background, casting a soft glow across the room. You didn’t bother turning it off. Neither of you moved, tangled up in warmth, the world outside still whispering with rain.

Jongho shifted slightly, just enough to glance down at you. “You still awake?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, barely.

“Can I ask you something?”

You opened your eyes a little, just enough to meet his. “You can ask me anything.”

He paused for a second, like he was choosing his words carefully. “Do you ever think about the future? Like… where we’ll be? What we’ll be doing?”

You blinked slowly, not expecting that—but not surprised either. Jongho had a quiet way of opening up in the dark, when everything felt a little more real.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Sometimes I think about that a lot.”

He smiled softly. “What do you see?”

You took a breath, letting your head rest fully against his chest. “I see… lazy mornings. Matching pajamas. You still stealing my blankets. Maybe a tiny apartment with too many pillows and plants. And us—still doing this. Still choosing each other.”

Jongho was quiet for a moment, like he was holding onto every word.

“I like that,” he said finally. “That sounds… really good.”

You looked up at him. “What do you see?”

He looked down at you, eyes gentle. “Same. Just… you. Always you. No matter where or what.”

Your heart swelled a little, and you reached up to brush your fingers along his jaw. “You’re such a softie.”

“Only for you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

The room fell quiet again, the kind of silence that felt safe and full. You both laid there for a while, speaking now and then in sleepy whispers, until eventually, words faded, and dreams took over—two hearts beating slow and steady beneath the weight of shared warmth.

About an hour later, you stirred. Your stomach gave a quiet protest, reminding you that chocolate wasn’t exactly dinner. You rubbed your eyes, blinking into the dim light of the room, then looked over at Jongho.

He was completely out, arms still wrapped tightly around you, one leg shamelessly stealing most of the blanket. His cheek was squished slightly against the pillow, mouth parted just a bit. Peaceful. Adorable. Slightly blanket-thieving.

You reached out and gently poked his cheek. “Babe…”

No response.

You poked again, a little firmer this time. “I’m hungry.”

This time, his eyes fluttered open just a sliver. He looked at you, bleary and half-dreaming, voice low and raspy. “Already?”

“Yes. My stomach is literally staging a protest,” you whispered, dramatically placing your hand over your belly.

He closed his eyes again like he was about to drift right back off. “Mm. Just… eat more chocolate.”

You gasped. “Jongho.”

He let out a tired chuckle, eyes still closed. “Okay, okay. Give me like… three minutes. Or carry me to the kitchen.”

You laughed softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Now move, or I will take your card and order takeout—for myself only.”

That earned a dramatic groan as he finally began to sit up, dragging the blanket with him like a reluctant little burrito. “Don’t waste all my money,” he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

You snickered, already grabbing your phone. “Too late.” You stuck your tongue out at him playfully as you opened your food delivery app.

He squinted at you, clearly betrayed. “You’re actually doing it?”

“Yup,” you said with a grin, scrolling through options. “Gonna get the good stuff, too. Extra sides. Maybe a dessert. All for me.”

Jongho flopped back onto the bed dramatically. “This is how I die. Starved. Wallet empty. Betrayed by love.”

You giggled, poking his side. “You can still save yourself. Get up and help me order food?”

He peeked up at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hmm… will there be noodles?”

“There will be whatever your sleepy heart desires.”

That got him moving—slowly, but with purpose. “Alright, fine. Let’s order before you add a second dessert.”

You grinned. “Too late.”

Jongho groaned in fake defeat, but finally sat up properly. You handed him your phone so he could order something for himself too. He scrolled lazily, adding a few things to the cart before placing the order with a sleepy flourish.

“Boom. Nourishment on the way,” he said, dropping your phone back onto the bed.

While you waited, you flopped down across his lap with a content sigh, snuggling into him without hesitation. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and your face found the perfect spot against his chest.

“You’re so soft,” you murmured, practically melting into him. “Why don’t you wear this every time you come over?”

Jongho let out a little laugh, resting his hand on your back. “Because if I did, you’d never let me leave.”

“Exactly,” you hummed, nuzzling deeper into the plush fabric of his bear-print pajamas. “You get it now.”

He chuckled, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across your back. “You just love me for the pajamas, huh?”

You looked up at him with a mock-serious face. “Don’t be silly. It’s the whole package. But the pajamas definitely secure your spot as the world’s most huggable boyfriend.”

He smirked, clearly pleased. “Good. I’m honored.”

You stayed there in silence for a while, tangled up in warmth and soft fabric, your breathing syncing with his, the wait for food becoming less important than just… this.

Just as you were about to drift off again in the safety of his arms, the doorbell rang, followed by the telltale buzz of the delivery arriving.

Jongho groaned dramatically. “Nooo, don’t make me move.”

You chuckled against his chest. “You're the one who ordered food too, remember?”

He sighed, his hand still lazily rubbing your back. “I regret everything.”

With a playful push, you sat up. “C’mon, we suffer together.”

He grumbled, but eventually peeled himself off the bed, heading to the door. You trailed behind, grabbing his hoodie and throwing it over you.

He returned triumphantly with two warm bags in his hands, a sleepy grin on his face. “Behold—our feast.”

“Oooh,” you cooed, eyes lighting up as the smell hit you. “Bless the delivery gods.”

You both settled on the couch with the food spread out between you—ramen, dumplings, some crispy chicken, and a sweet dessert you definitely didn’t need but definitely wanted.

As you both started eating, you nudged him playfully with your knee. “See? Nighttime kitchen date vibes, no effort required.”

Jongho smiled, mouth full. “This is better. You, me, food, pajamas. Perfect night.”

You raised your drink in a tiny toast. “To soft bear boys and stolen desserts.”

He clinked his bottle lightly against yours. “And to you stealing my heart and my hoodie.”

You grinned. “Get used to it.”

After the food was devoured, the wrappers crumpled, and your bellies were happily full, the two of you returned to the bedroom in a quiet, satisfied daze. Jongho flopped onto the bed first, limbs spread out like a starfish.

You followed, dragging the blanket with you as you climbed in beside him, immediately curling into his side like it was second nature.

“Okay,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder, “next time I say I want to go out, remind me that nights like this exist.”

He smiled, fingers brushing lazily through your hair. “Deal. I like when you stay in like this… with me.”

A peaceful silence settled between you, broken only by the soft hum of the rain still tapping at the window. Your hands found his again, fingers intertwining easily.

“Do you ever think about… like, us moving in together?” you asked quietly, your voice soft and sleepy.

Jongho turned his head a little, looking down at you. “All the time.”

You blinked, surprised by how quickly he answered.

“I already know what drawer you’d steal,” he continued with a little smile. “You’d fill the fridge with too much iced coffee and hoard all the fluffy socks. But… I think I’d love that.”

You felt your heart flutter, warmth blooming in your chest.

“Would we fight over the blanket?” you asked, lifting a brow playfully.

He smirked. “Obviously. But I’d let you win. Most of the time.”

“Most?” you teased.

“Hey, I need at least a corner,” he laughed.

You buried your face into his chest again, grinning. “I’d give you two.”

“Generous,” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

A yawn escaped you as your eyes started to grow heavy again. “You’re my favorite person, you know that?”

He pulled you closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know. You’re mine too.”

And just like that, under dim lights and the soft rhythm of falling rain, you drifted off in his arms—full, warm, safe, and completely loved.

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Morning sunlight peeked in through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The rain had stopped sometime during the night, leaving the air quiet and still, like the world was holding its breath just for the two of you.

You stirred first, blinking slowly as you adjusted to the light. Your body was wrapped in warmth—arms around your waist, legs tangled with yours, and the familiar sound of Jongho’s soft breathing right next to your ear.

You smiled sleepily, taking in the way his hair was a little messy, how his brows were relaxed, peaceful in a way that made your chest ache a little in the best way.

You shifted just enough to face him, brushing your fingers lightly along his jaw. He stirred a bit, then cracked one eye open.

“Mmm… morning,” he rasped, voice low and sleepy.

“Morning,” you whispered back, nose barely brushing his. “You snored.”

He let out a lazy laugh. “Lies.”

“Truth. I have audio evidence,” you teased.

He groaned and buried his face in your neck. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” you said smugly, stroking his hair. “You wanna sleep more or get breakfast?”

He stayed quiet for a moment before mumbling into your skin, “Can we just stay like this? Like... ten more minutes?”

You closed your eyes, letting the rhythm of his breathing lull you again. “Ten minutes.”

But both of you knew you’d stay like that for much longer wrapped up in morning stillness, in each other, with nowhere else to be.

Until the ache returned.

You shifted with a quiet whimper, curling into yourself as the cramps made their unwelcome comeback. The warmth and softness of the moment faded just slightly under the pressure in your lower stomach, and you let out a soft groan.

Jongho immediately stirred, his senses tuned to you even in half-sleep. He sat up a little, brushing your hair back gently. “You alright? Do you need more medicine?”

You nodded softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah… they’re back.”

He was already climbing out of bed without hesitation, stretching his arms with a small yawn before padding over to your bag and rummaging through it for the painkillers. He returned with them in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, sitting back down beside you.

“Here,” he murmured, helping you sit up enough to take them. You swallowed the pills and sipped the water slowly, leaning into his side as he held the bottle steady.

He wrapped his arms around you gently after, tucking your head under his chin. “We’ll just rest a little longer. I’ll be your human heating pad again.”

You chuckled weakly against his chest. “Best heating pad ever.”

He kissed the top of your head. “That’s right. Comes with hugs, snacks, and amazing singing voice. Limited edition.”

You sighed, settling into him again. Even through the discomfort, having him there made it all feel manageable. Safe.

“I really love you, you know,” you murmured.

He smiled, pressing his cheek to your hair. “I know. I love you more.”

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A little while later, once the meds started to ease the pain and you felt steady enough to move, Jongho gently helped you out of bed. You still wore the blanket around your shoulders like a cape, and he tossed you a knowing smile.

“You look like a sleepy queen,” he teased, reaching for your hand.

You smirked. “Then make me a royal breakfast, peasant.”

He gasped dramatically. “The disrespect,” he said, but still bowed low before leading you toward the kitchen.

The morning light poured softly through the windows, filling the space with a golden warmth. It smelled like quiet—like home. You sat at the small table, pulling the blanket tighter around you, while Jongho got to work at the stove, humming under his breath.

You watched him from your spot—barefoot in his bear pajamas, hair still a little messy, moving around like he’d done this a hundred times. Maybe he had.

He peeked over his shoulder. “Toast, eggs, and fruit, okay?”

“Perfect,” you said softly, resting your chin in your hands.

A few minutes later, he brought over two plates. Simple, but warm and made with love. He even sliced the strawberries into hearts—badly, but the intention made you melt.

You grinned, picking one up. “These are definitely trying to be hearts.”

He chuckled. “They’re emotionally accurate.”

You both ate slowly, savoring the calm between bites. No rush. No background noise. Just the occasional clink of forks and the soft brush of his foot nudging yours under the table.

When he caught you staring at him mid-bite, he tilted his head. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said with a sleepy smile. “Just… I like mornings with you.”

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “Good. Because you’re getting a lot more of them.”

After finishing breakfast, the two of you sat there for a while longer, basking in the sunlight spilling across the table. Neither of you made a move to clean up just yet. There was no rush. No plans. Just the quiet, comforting presence of each other.

Jongho stretched with a low groan, arms reaching toward the ceiling before collapsing dramatically back into his chair. “Okay, I vote we do absolutely nothing productive today.”

You raised a brow. “Nothing?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he confirmed. “Except maybe snacks. And cuddles. And binge-watching shows we’ve already seen three times.”

You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed with a fake-serious look. “And if the world ends while we’re lying on the couch watching reruns?”

He shrugged with a grin. “At least we’ll go out wrapped in a blanket burrito together.”

You laughed, already imagining how the rest of the day would go. “Fine. Lazy day officially approved.”

The two of you cleaned up the dishes at a snail’s pace—playful bickering over who washed and who dried, ending with you both flicking soap bubbles at each other like children.

Once the kitchen was clear, it was straight back to the couch. You claimed your usual corner, and Jongho joined you with the blanket and a bowl of snacks. You flipped through streaming services before settling on an old favorite—the kind of show where you could quote every line, but it never stopped being comforting.

He wrapped an arm around you as you curled up into his side again, warm and safe. The world outside moved on, but your little bubble stayed still.

Between episodes, you talked about everything and nothing—dream vacations, what kind of pets you’d have one day, and what your “dream couch” would look like if you ever moved in together.

Eventually, his fingers started absentmindedly combing through your hair, and your eyelids grew heavier with each slow, rhythmic pass.

“You falling asleep?” he asked softly, his voice like a warm breeze.

“Mmm… maybe,” you mumbled, the tiniest smile playing on your lips. “Maybe singing will help me stay awake.”

He sighed, knowing full well you were already halfway to dreamland. But he didn’t call you out on it. Instead, his fingers kept their slow, soothing pattern, and after a moment, he started to sing—softly, just above a whisper.

It was one of your favorites. A quiet love song, something gentle and nostalgic, the kind of melody that wrapped around your heart like a blanket. His voice was low and warm, slightly raspy from sleep, but full of emotion.

You didn’t say anything—you couldn’t. You were already sinking, breath slowing, heart softening with every note. His chest rose and fell beneath your cheek, his voice vibrating gently against you like a lullaby made just for this moment.

By the time he reached the end of the second verse, your breathing had deepened, steady and peaceful. You were asleep, fully and completely, wrapped in his arms with a tiny smile still on your face.

Jongho looked down at you and let out the softest chuckle, brushing his fingers lightly across your cheek.

“Yeah,” he whispered, still holding you close. “That’s what I thought.”

He adjusted the blanket around you, kissed your forehead, and pulled you in a little tighter—his voice fading into hums as he let the rest of the day pass by with you, right there where you belonged.

The sky outside had shifted from bright morning light to that soft, golden hue that only came in the early evening—like the sun was trying to say goodbye as gently as possible.

You stirred a little, slowly waking in the quiet hush of the living room. The soft glow from the setting sun spilled across the floor, catching in the folds of the blanket still wrapped around you.

Jongho was still there, arms cradling you, his chin resting lightly on your head as he scrolled through his phone with one hand. He noticed your little shift instantly.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he murmured, his voice warm like everything else around you. “How was your nap?”

You yawned, eyes barely open as you tilted your head to look at him. “Perfect. You didn’t move.”

“Of course not,” he said, brushing a thumb gently along your arm. “You were too comfortable.”

You sat up slowly, stretching your arms and blinking into the amber light. “What time is it?”

“Almost seven,” he replied. “The sky’s putting on a show for us.”

You turned toward the window, catching the soft pinks and oranges bleeding across the horizon. “Wow… it’s pretty.”

He stood and held out a hand. “Come watch it with me from the balcony?”

You took it, letting him guide you out. The cool air kissed your skin, but he pulled you close, wrapping the blanket around both your shoulders as you leaned against the railing together.

No words were needed for a few minutes. Just the quiet of the city winding down, the birds calling out somewhere far away, and the shared silence of two people completely at peace.

After a while, he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours.

“You know,” he said softly, “I could do this every day. Just… us. Lazy mornings. Quiet evenings. Everything in between.”

You smiled, fingers curling into his hoodie. “Me too.”

And as the last bit of sunlight dipped beneath the skyline, the two of you stood there—wrapped in warmth, wrapped in love—already dreaming about doing it all over again tomorrow.

Jongho let out a small sigh, voice low against the hush of evening. “I should probably get going soon… I’ve got work in the morning.”

Your face immediately dropped, and you tightened your arms around him like a koala. “Nooo…” you whined, clinging to him dramatically. “Just stay forever. Call in sick. Say you’ve been trapped by a very persuasive blanket monster.”

He chuckled, burying his face into your shoulder. “Tempting. Very tempting. I don’t think my boss would buy it, though.”

“She clearly lacks imagination,” you mumbled into his hoodie. “Or a heart.”

Jongho pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing your hair gently behind your ear. “I’ll come back as soon as I’m off. Maybe bring dinner?”

Your pout softened. “Promise?”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Promise. Same time tomorrow. Bear pajamas and all.”

You sighed, still reluctant but slowly letting go, your arms lingering around his waist. “Okay… but I’m making you take the leftover snacks as emotional compensation.”

“I accept,” he said with a grin, grabbing the bag with a dramatic bow. “Payment received. Heart slightly less shattered.”

You walked him to the door, still wrapped in the blanket, watching as he put on his shoes with exaggerated slowness.

“Text me when you get home,” you said.

He looked up and nodded. “You know I will.”

And with one last soft kiss, he stepped out into the night, leaving the door just a little ajar—like a promise he’d be back soon.

You stood there for a moment in the quiet, hugging the blanket closer. And though you missed him already, your heart felt full.

But once you stepped back inside, the warmth started to fade. The cramps crept in again, dull and stubborn, and your body just couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore. You made your way straight to bed, gathering your snacks like little emotional lifelines, and climbed under the covers without a second thought.

You tried to distract yourself, maybe scroll on your phone or open a show again—but the loneliness settled in faster than you expected. The ache wasn’t just physical—it was that sudden, hollow feeling of missing someone the second they’re gone, even if they were just there.

Tears started to prick at your eyes before you could stop them. You wiped them away roughly with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Damn, I hate my month,” you muttered, voice shaky. You pulled the plushie Jongho had given you into your arms, clutching it tight against your chest. It still smelled like him.

You didn’t want to cry. You really didn’t. But the combo of pain, hormones, and missing him cracked you open just enough.

Then your phone buzzed.

Seconds later, your phone started to ring.

You answered without hesitation, already hearing Jongho’s voice on the other end—his tone animated and buzzing with excitement.

“You won’t believe it!” he blurted.

You sat up slightly, wincing as the cramps flared again, clutching a pillow to your stomach for a little comfort. Your voice came out tired, but you tried your best to sound engaged. “What…”

There was a pause—just long enough for you to hear the smile in his voice. “Right as I got home, my manager called. Someone offered to trade shifts with me. I’m off tomorrow.”

You blinked, processing. “…Wait. Seriously?”

He couldn’t hold in his laugh anymore. “Dead serious.”

Your heart skipped, and you immediately whined through the phone. “Then what are you doing?! Come back!”

“I’m already halfway into my hoodie again,” he teased. “Was just waiting for you to say it.”

You buried your face into the pillow with a muffled squeal. “Hurry up. I’m dying.”

“I’ll be there in twenty,” he said gently. “Blanket burrito prep ready?”

You smiled through the ache, relief washing over you. “I never unwrapped.”

“Perfect. Your emotional support bear is on the way.”

He hung up, and you stared at your phone for a second, heart swelling. Despite the pain, despite the tears—you suddenly felt so much lighter.

You whispered to your plushie, “Knew it, your father wouldn’t leave me like that.”

And sure enough, barely fifteen minutes later, the door quietly opened again—and there he was, hoodie slightly crooked, hair wind-tossed, arms full of snacks and an extra heating pad.

“Reporting for snuggle duty,” he said with a sleepy grin.

“Great,” you mumbled, already pulling him toward the bed like he belonged there—because he did. “You’re not allowed to leave me again. You’re locked and trapped in here until snuggle season is over.”

Jongho laughed as he climbed in, letting you tug him into your arms like a giant teddy bear. “Snuggle season is year-round, babe. Guess I live here now.”

“Exactly,” you whispered, kissing his cheek before nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You gently intertwined your fingers with his, both of your hands resting comfortably between you. The tension in your body was already melting away—his presence, his warmth, grounding you completely.

He hummed softly, content. After a moment, he tilted his head slightly to look down at you. “I can go pick us up food if you want… or try to cook something.”

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering closed as you held onto him a little tighter. “Mmm… tempting, but you just got back. Let’s just stay like this for a little bit.”

“I can work with that,” he said quietly, squeezing your hand.

And so, you stayed wrapped up together in that warm, quiet moment—no rush, no plans, just soft breaths and steady hearts, safe in each other’s arms as the night gently folded in around you.

After a few quiet minutes of cozy silence, your stomach grumbled just loud enough to make you both laugh softly. You sat up and poked Jongho’s cheek with intention.

“I’m hungry now,” you declared, eyes locked on him with faux seriousness. “I crave chicken.”

He blinked up at you from where he was still laying, voice soft and amused. “Fried chicken?”

You nodded eagerly; your energy suddenly very real. “Yes. Extra crispy. Extra juicy. Maybe spicy.”

He sighed with a small, fond smile, already reaching for his phone. “I knew peace wouldn’t last long.”

You beamed. “Chicken cravings never sleep.”

Jongho sat up slowly, groaning dramatically like a man on a noble mission. “I’ll go pick it up.”

You watched as he stood, slipping his shoes back on and grabbing his hoodie from where he left it. “You sure? I can come with you.”

He looked over his shoulder, already pulling the hood up. “Nope. You stay warm. Blanket queen duties. I’ll return with treasure.”

You giggled, flopping back into bed dramatically. “Bring back enough for both of us and maybe dessert and also maybe your undying loyalty.”

And with that, he slipped out the door again, hoodie-clad and boyfriend-of-the-year, ready to conquer the chicken gods—for you.

Left in the warm quiet of your room, you grabbed your phone and flopped back against the pillows, opening YouTube for a bit of comfort scrolling. You quickly spiraled into a collection of chaotic cat videos—tiny paws knocking over expensive vases, dramatic leaps ending in disaster, cats yowling at cucumbers like they’d seen a ghost. The laughter was exactly what you needed.

After a few videos (and a few giggles), you glanced at the time and stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh. The cramps had dulled a bit, and you could feel your skin starting to crave that clean, refreshed feeling.

You stood up and padded toward the bathroom, deciding a quick shower would do the trick—something about washing off the heaviness of the day, even if it had been filled with love and chicken cravings.

The water was warm and soothing, wrapping around you like a soft reset. You let it wash over your shoulders, taking a deep breath and letting it all go—the pain, the frustration, the stress. It was just you, the sound of the water, and the comfort of knowing someone who loved you was out picking up your favorite meal.

You stepped out of the shower feeling lighter, wrapping yourself in a towel and moving slowly back to your room, already smelling faint hints of soap and calm. You changed into clean pajamas, fluffier socks, and threw your hair up messily, still damp but cozy.

Just as you flopped back onto your bed, Jongho texted you telling you he got the stuff, and he was at the door.

The second he stepped in, the smell of crispy, golden fried chicken filled the air, and your stomach growled like it was announcing his arrival.

He walked into the room like a hero returning from battle, carrying the sacred bags of food and setting them down triumphantly on your bed.

“Thank you!” you beamed, immediately reaching for the warm box of chicken and sides. You opened it up with reverence—crispy pieces, golden fries, dipping sauces, everything your heart and soul needed in that moment.

But then—betrayal.

Your eyes caught the sight of something else in his hands. A chicken sandwich. You blinked. “Hey! You didn’t offer me one!”

He looked at you, feigning innocence. “You wanted normal chicken!”

“That’s not the point!” you gasped, dramatically pointing at the sandwich like it personally offended you.

He smirked and took a bite right in front of you. “Mmm. Delicious.”

You gave him your best playful glare, narrowed eyes and everything. Then, without warning, you pounced—tackling him down into the blankets, reaching for the sandwich like it was a prize in a survival game.

“You got a whole box! Ten pieces!” you shouted, laughing. “I just want a bite!”

“I only got one sandwich!” he laughed back, trying to hold it out of your reach as you climbed over him, grabbing his arm and leaning in, mouth open and ready.

“I will fight you for it, Jongho.”

“You’re already fighting me!” he cried out, half-laughing, half-dramatic. “This is a betrayal of peace!”

You managed a quick bite before he twisted away, groaning like you’d mortally wounded him.

“Mmm,” you said, chewing slowly. “That’s so good. Thanks for sharing, babe.”

“You’re a menace,” he muttered, flopping back with a dramatic sigh.

“And yet you love me.”

He looked up at you with a tired grin. “Yeah. That’s the problem.”

After the dramatic battle of the sandwich came to a truce (with you getting one more smug bite), the two of you finally sat up, breathless and giggling.

“Okay, okay,” Jongho said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye from laughing so hard. “Truce. No more food wars.”

You held up your pinky. “Pinky promise.”

He linked his with yours. “Until the next time you eye my fries.”

“No promises there,” you grinned.

You both finally focused on the feast in front of you—steaming pieces of crispy chicken, golden fries, coleslaw, dipping sauces, and drinks that had already started to sweat from the condensation.

The room quieted down except for the soft rustle of wrappers and the occasional mmm of pure fried chicken satisfaction. You both sat cross-legged on the bed, passing sauces back and forth, trading bites here and there, and just enjoying the calm after the storm.

“This is dangerously good,” you mumbled, licking a bit of sauce off your finger. “I might cry again, but for totally different reasons.”

“Cramps who?” Jongho teased, sipping his drink. “Chicken heals all.”

You nodded solemnly. “Amen.”

He looked at you as you happily munched on a fry and smiled, eyes soft. “You look really cute right now, by the way.”

You paused mid-bite. “Covered in crumbs and sitting in a pile of napkins?”

“Exactly my type,” he said with a wink.

You leaned over and kissed his cheek again. “You’re so lucky I like you.”

“You are right, what would you do without me.” he said, poking your side.

The rest of the meal passed in peaceful silence, soft laughs here and there, your legs bumping under the blankets as the warmth of the food settled in. The chaos faded. The pain dulled. And all that was left was the cozy contentment of being full—of food, of love, of the kind of comfort that only comes from being with your person.

“Do you have the games I left here when I stayed over last week? I want to play,” Jongho asked, already getting up and poking around your movie shelf like a man on a mission.

“Maybe,” you said, voice muffled as you cozied deeper into the blanket pile. “They might still be on the desk; I haven’t really been up and productive this last week.”

He turned, one brow raised. “Wow. You just started your period and you’ve been lazy this entire week?”

You gasped, scandalized.

“Excuse me?!”

He grinned at you with that smug, teasing expression, and that was all it took—you grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it directly at his face.

“You take that back!” you cried dramatically, already reaching for a second one.

The first pillow hit him squarely in the chest. He caught it with a laugh, holding it like a trophy. “I’m just saying! Some people run marathons before their period. You turned into a blanket burrito for five days straight!”

“I am the marathon!” you shouted, launching the second pillow with pinpoint accuracy. “A marathon of feelings and cravings!”

He dodged it with a playful jump, hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay! I yield! I take it back!”

You flopped back into your mountain of blankets, huffing like a queen who just won a war.

“That’s what I thought,” you mumbled, grabbing a piece of leftover chicken like a victory snack.

Jongho laughed, shaking his head as he finally found the game case sitting on your desk. “Alright, lazy legend. Let’s see if your gaming skills are better than your aim.”

You smirked. “Careful. You’re dangerously close to losing your sandwich rights again.”

He popped the game into the console, grinning. “Fair warning—if I win, I’m taking the rest of your fries.”

“Oh, it’s on, chicken thief.” You launched another pillow with zero hesitation.

“You’re the chicken thief!” Jongho shouted back, dodging as he grabbed a pillow and hurled it right back at you.

It hit you with a soft whump, and you squealed, laughter bubbling out of you as you ducked behind your blanket like it was a shield.

“Well, you should’ve bought me one!” you shot back, tossing the pillow again with all the dramatic flair of someone defending their honor.

But this time, Jongho was ready.

He caught it mid-air with an impressive one-handed grab, eyes gleaming with mock triumph. “That’s it.”

“No, no, wait—” you giggled, already trying to scramble back—but it was too late.

With a playful growl, he tackled you gently onto the bed, pressing the pillow over you before flopping down right on top of you like a giant, smug weighted blanket.

“Victory!” he declared, fully laying across you, pinning you down with exaggerated drama.

You laughed so hard you could barely breathe, squirming beneath him. “You’re so heavy!”

“It’s not weight, it’s dominance,” he said proudly, grinning down at you.

“You are such a menace,” you huffed, still giggling as your hands tried to push him off.

He finally shifted just enough to look at you, brushing a bit of hair from your face, his grin softening into something gentler. “And you love me anyway.”

You gave him your most playful eye-roll… then smiled up at him, breathless. “Unfortunately.”

He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose. “Lucky me.”

As Jongho finally rolled off of you, both of you still catching your breath from the laughter and chaos, the room settled again into that familiar, comfortable quiet.

Without needing to say anything, he pulled you close, and you naturally curled into his side, your head resting against his chest, legs tangled together beneath the blankets.

His hand found yours again, fingers slipping into place like they were made to be there. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and let out a peaceful sigh.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth of his hoodie, the comfort of being home—not the physical place, but the person.

“I wish it could be like this forever,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Jongho didn’t answer right away. He just held you a little tighter.

“Me too,” he finally said. “And maybe… one day, it will be.”

You smiled softly, heart full, letting that thought linger in the air between you—warm, hopeful, and real.

No more words were needed. Just the two of you, wrapped in each other, in laughter, in love—and in the quiet wish that moments like this would never end.

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A/N: So, I cried writing this :( I love this man so much. I know he is more "stoic" but let me dream here. 😭

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UMMMMM UHHHHHHH BLAME THIS ON THIS POST AND VALE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!

cw’s!!: light(?) petplay (sugu calls u puppy + clicker trains u hehe), very very light dacryphilia, gn! reader (no specific parts mentioned other than the fact that ur bottoming!!), husband sugu…. the loml……..

wc: 792 :3

it started off as something silly! “for positive reinforcement.” suguru had explained simply when you narrowed your eyes at his initial mention of the idea. even after that (very poor) explanation, you still weren’t completely convinced.

“i’m just worried about you, my love. we’ve exhausted every option, haven’t we? why not try something unconventional?” and you would’ve refused once again, but ohhh, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke… he was only worried for your wellbeing, after all…

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head after your reluctant agreement.

and honestly? it wasn’t that bad at first! you had honestly thought that he forgot about the whole thing after a week of radio silence on the topic.

it wasn’t until he got home from a full day of errands that it was brought up again.

“did you eat, pretty?” he asked softly after pressing a peck to your lips in greeting. as soon as you let out a small hum of affirmation, there was a distinct sound coming from your husbands pocket that made your eyes narrow in suspicion.

two distinct clicks.

it took you a second to realize what it was, but an annoyed huff left you when you saw the smug look on his face. fucking bastard…

“good job, puppy.” you could only push him away as he laughed and heat rose to your cheeks.

it became almost routine after that. yes, you did huff and pout a couple of times after that initial instance, but you were used to the clicker after the first week. it was the same routine every time — you did something to take care of yourself, you got two clicks and a small praise from him.

and maybe… after a while… you found yourself purposefully taking care of yourself just so he could praise you… (you weren’t very good at hiding it, he saw the way your perked up expectantly whenever you told him about something good that you did.)

the thing is: if this whole arrangement started off as an experiment, why was the small, plastic device resting in his palm while you were struggling to sink onto his cock?

“c’mon pup, you got it...” his free hand is squeezing at your hip, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft skin there (it’d probably bruise later, but that’s the last thing on your mind at the moment).

“stop-… stop callin’ me that…” your voice comes out much whinier than you would’ve liked, but who could blame you? it was always so hard to take him in this position.

your bottom lip is in a small pout and wobbling slightly in frustration, your watery eyes fixed on where you and suguru meet. he stays quiet, running his hands over your skin in a comforting gesture to ease some of the tension in your muscles (it works, of course. his touch always brought you an unexplainable sort of comfort.)

you finally take all of him a few minutes later with a small, whimpered curse, the building tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks when you feel the tip of his cock nudge right against that spot inside of you.

click click!

“thaaat’s it, puppy… fuck-“ a winded sort of chuckle leaves him. “— squeezed so tight when i used the clicker… you like it that much?” his hips twitch up into you involuntarily, making a strangled little whimper leave you against your will as you shake your head adamantly in denial.

“no? i must’ve been imagining things, then.” he breathes, finally starting the slow rock of his hips (of course he’d never let you do any of the work on your own!)

even so, your hips move to meet his motions while small, punched out moans escape your lips.

“there you go, puppy…” he groans softly. “takin’ me so well, so good f’me.” he’s practically babbling out praises at this point and as much as you wanted to deny it, the annoying little nickname he gave you was getting you close embarrassingly fast.

and fuck, the final thing that does you in are the godforsaken two clicks! that your brain had seemed to be specifically searching for.

his eyes are wide as he watches you unravel on top of him, the small whimpers leaving you only further confirming your puppy-like nature to your husband.

“did you just-” “shut up.” your voice is weak with embarrassment and your orgasm, but he’s quick to listen despite that.

he silently hopes he could train you to do that every time he used the clicker. how fun would that be?

[lemotmo]

I just watched 911 8x12!

I really liked it. It didn’t go as hard as the previous three episodes, but it had so many small subtle and interesting Buddie details that make me salivate!

Here are some of my thoughts in no specific order:

The call about the pizza guy and his car was hilarious. I loved the guy and how good Buck and Chim were together in those scenes. But Athena? Come on! You are a clever woman! How could you be so stupid as to park your police car right under a car that is about to fall?

Then the Maddie storyline. I screamed out loud when she dreamed that her throat was slashed again! 😬

I love how they actually showed Maddie having some trauma after what she went through. Her talk with Athena was great and the way she got her voice back? Again, because of the love for her child? Really good. It was also very sweet how Chimney supported her in everything and I’m glad those two have found each other.

This leads me directly into the Eddie storyline, because just like Maddie he had someone there to support him. 😏

We now know that Eddie has been in Texas for three weeks, which is good to know. I like how he didn’t get the job at that El Paso fire house, because then he would have been stuck for real, giving the Captain his word like that. Now we know for sure he’ll be back soon.

I like how we get a parallel to Eddie in Maddie’s first call. That kid called 911 for his father and because the building was on fire. He told Maddie that his dad had just moved to LA for a job. I mean, that is so on the nose. And who swoops in to save them? Buck and Ravi, with Buck actually picking up the boy. Listen, I love Chris, but I’m thinking he’ll be involved in something big this season and Buck will be there to save him and possibly even Eddie. It was such an interesting parallel to the tsunami arc as well. Something is happening to the Diaz family and Buck will save them. 🙂‍↕️

I’m kinda sad that we missed that first meeting between Eddie and Chris, but I love how we can clearly see that Chris is doing okay and he’s ready to forgive his dad.

I still hate Helena though.🙄 The way she subtly undermined Eddie’s agency as a parent in that first scene with the PS5. It was so annoying. I love how his dad obviously seems to realise that his son is trying his best and that his wife is out of line. I think we’ll get a confrontation between Eddie and his mom next episode and his dad will take Eddie’s side.

The way Eddie becomes ‘Edmundo’ when he’s in Texas is so painful as well. That’s why I’m so happy that Buck is always there to call him by his real name: Eddie.

Whatever happened to the robbery at the store? We saw that in those stills, didn't we? Did they cut it?

Eddie as an Uber driver was a good idea, because then he can give up his job anytime to go back to LA. It’s obvious he is trying hard, but he doesn’t like it at all. When he was yapping to all those people? I laughed out loud. How did he not realise that was not a good idea? You know how married couples sometimes take over personality traits from each other? Well he got the nervous yapping from Buck, no doubt. It was such a Buck thing to do. 😋

I hate how alone he seems to be, which again is counteracted by his lifeline to Buck.

I like how Chris found out about his dad being a driver and I love how he is now old enough to not hold it against him and realise his dad is trying hard to do right by him. He gave back the PS5. I mean, that says enough. That last hug. I cried so hard when that happened.😭

Then the whole Buddie of it all. The show could have just shown us Eddie’s struggles in El Paso, him disconnected from everyone in LA. Instead they specifically showed us his connection to Buck. He didn’t call anyone else! If he did they didn’t show us. But they thought they needed to show us the Buddie calls? Come on! They are laying it on so thick right now. I love it!

Buck casually cooking while talking to Eddie? Telling him he can’t come back, because he knows that Eddie will be miserable without Chris? He knows his husband so well. Buck would love Eddie to come back, but he knows he would never be happy without his son. I mean… remember Josh’s speech? Are his concerns your concerns? Is his happiness as important as yours?

We are seeing ALL of that right now! They are tying these two together in a distinctly non-friendship kind of way.

Buck is shown to have his back. He tells him to talk to Chris after the kid found out about his dad’s real job. He knows that Eddie internalizes everything and he knows what Eddie is going to try to avoid the 'talk' and what he needs to do. HE KNOWS HIM so well! Just like Eddie KNOWS Buck so well. They keep showing us this deep understanding and trust between them.

The amount of times Eddie said 'Buck' in this episode as well... I should probably watch again and count it. But it was very noticable.

And then they parallel this with Madney and how deep they support each other. I mean… this is like watching a Buddie fanfiction come to life. They are showing us these two have each other’s back, no matter what happens or where they are. I love how they are telling us their story right now.

A few more random things from this episode:

Eddie selling his car and calling it ‘sexy’? Really? How interesting. 🤭

No Diaz sisters! I’m so sad! 😭

I loved that girl who told Eddie to shut up and gave him some good Uber driver tips!

The PS5 was a nice gesture, but you can’t buy love like that. I’m glad both Eddie and Chris realized it.

LOL! Hot gal and guy were only there to make out in the car. I'm sure the actress has all the ins and outs about the 911 characters. *sarcasm* 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The puke and Eddie cleaning it up sent me. Eddie! You are a father, firefighter and medic and you are disgusted by some vomit? Come on dude! Woman up!

I love how they casually mentioned that Bobby will always have Eddie’s job in LA lined up for him if he decides to come back. It’ll make things a lot easier when he gets back. We already know where this is going right?

As for next week. Hen becoming a hostage on that bus with a crazy knife guy? And again no sign of Eddie’s storyline? Colour me intrigued. 🤔

[chrepsi]

ˇ ⋆ ╱ rest and repair - c. sturniolo

bf!chris x fem!reader

in which ; chris comforts reader after a rough day.

a/n ; not proofread as usual

wc ; 1.1k+

it had been a long, exhausting day. the kind of day that felt like it would never end. from the moment you woke up, it was one obstacle after another, each one a little more overwhelming than the last. by the time the evening rolled around, you felt like you had nothing left to give. you were mentally drained, your body sore, and the weight of everything pressing down on you was unbearable.

as the day wound down, the one thought that kept you going was the idea of seeing chris. you’d been looking forward to it all day. he has this amazing ability to make everything feel okay, to turn even the most difficult moments into something bearable.

when you arrived at the triplets' shared home, the familiar warmth of his presence was exactly what you needed. he was already there, waiting for you. as soon as you stepped through the door, you could feel the tension in your body begin to ease, even if just a little. chris was sitting on the couch, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, standing up to pull you into a tight hug. his embrace was the kind that made everything feel safe. he didn’t need to say anything—just holding you was enough to remind you that everything would be okay.

you leaned into him, your head resting on his chest. you didn’t need words to explain how you were feeling; chris just knew. he always did.

“rough day?” he asked, his voice gentle as he ran his fingers through your hair. his touch was soothing, like balm on a wound.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. you didn’t want to break down in front of him, but the overwhelming emotions of the day were hard to hold in.

chris must’ve sensed it, because he pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. “i’ve got you,” he said, his voice firm but soft. “let me take care of you. you don’t have to do anything right now.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, and despite your best efforts, a few tears slipped down your cheeks. chris gently wiped them away with his thumb, a soft smile playing on his lips as he cupped your face in his hands.

“you’re okay,” he reassured you. “you’re safe with me.”

he guided you over to the couch, sitting you down beside him before standing up to grab a blanket from the couch. he draped it over you, tucking you in carefully as if you were made of glass.

“i know it’s been a lot,” he said, sitting down beside you. “but you don’t have to carry it all alone.”

you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you tried to ground yourself in the comfort of his presence. chris’s warmth surrounded you, and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat was a steady anchor amidst the chaos in your mind.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly after a few moments, his voice a soft murmur. you shook your head, not quite ready to put everything into words. instead, you just needed to feel cared for, to be reminded that you didn’t have to face the world alone.

“i’m here for you,” he said, pulling you closer to him. “whenever you’re ready, we can talk about it. or we don’t have to. i'm just happy to be here with you.”

you let out a breath, feeling a little lighter. chris had this uncanny ability to make you feel seen, heard, and loved without any pressure. he never rushed you to open up, but at the same time, he was always there when you needed him most.

he stroked your hair, his touch tender and deliberate as he tried to help you relax. “let’s take this slow,” he suggested. “no need to do anything you’re not ready for. just breathe, alright?”

you nodded again, a small smile tugging at your lips. chris didn’t demand anything from you. he didn’t expect you to be okay right away. he understood that healing—whether physical or emotional—was a process, and he was willing to be there for you every step of the way.

as the minutes ticked by, chris continued to spoil you with kindness. he made you a warm cup of tea, offering it to you with a soft smile. you accepted it gratefully, the warmth of the mug in your hands a small comfort. he sat beside you, chatting casually about his day, letting the sound of his voice fill the space without pressure. his words were light, but his tone was warm and inviting, allowing you to feel safe in your own time.

eventually, when the cup of tea was gone and the quiet between you felt comfortable, chris stood up again, his movements slow and deliberate. he came back with a small bowl of your favorite snacks, placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

“here, i thought you might like something to munch on,” he said, his eyes twinkling with that playful warmth that always made you smile.

you laughed lightly, reaching for a snack. “you’re always so thoughtful.”

“i try,” he replied with a wink. “i just want you to feel good. you deserve it.”

there was no rush. no urgency. just the calming presence of someone who cared for you deeply and wanted nothing more than to see you happy and at peace.

after a while, chris stood once more, this time to gather a few blankets and pillows, making a little nest of comfort on the couch. “you’re going to rest now, okay?” he said, looking at you with a soft, reassuring smile. “i’ll be right here if you need anything.”

you didn’t even need to answer. you knew that, in that moment, everything would be okay. chris was right beside you, and that was all that mattered. you settled into the makeshift nest of pillows, the softness of it surrounding you like a cocoon.

chris laid down next to you, pulling you close, his arm around you as you nestled into his side. the world outside seemed to fade away as you closed your eyes, content in the warmth and care that surrounded you.

“close your eyes, relax.” chris whispered gently, his voice full of affection. “i've got you. everything’s gonna be alright.”

and with that, the weight of the world seemed to lift, replaced by the calming feeling of safety, trust, and love. in that moment, with chris by your side, you knew that whatever the world threw at you, you would always have him there, taking care of you, every step of the way.

a/n ; need to cuddle with this man asap :(

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