#i do but girl i want the added benefits too this is the second person goddamn

[scarletanpan]

Might be overthinking but its interesting. I’ve only told a v small amt of ppl abt my gender but every time it’s the same response. Bc I start with ‘yeah im nb i think’ and immediately get an excited reaction w vigorous nodding like ‘oh okay! thats fine sometimes ur a girl sometimes ur not’ but then follow up w ‘but honestly i feel more masc. i think i prefer being a guy the most’ and there’s. Always a pause. Like they gotta process and then go ‘oh.. so you. you like being male too?’ nearly the same phrasing every time too wtf is this

[dwaekkicidal]

Sharing is Caring[1: 3racha]

˚ʚ3racha x Fem!readerɞ˚

ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: After finding what Stray Kids' closest female friend really does with their leader behind closed doors, Jisung and Changbin decide they want in too.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 6.1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, slight angst before the first divider? But it gets resolved like immediately, fluff, nicknames used: 'baby girl, bunny, jagi(ya), and baby,' ot8✗reader mentions but smut is written for 3racha✗reader, Chan✗reader action, Changbin✗reader action, some m✗m action(Chan✗Jisung mentions), fingering, squirting, exhibitionism & vouyerism, rough sex, (1½) pvssy slaps, hair pulling, overstimulation (?), readers a brat for 2 seconds, Channie is referred to as “Daddy” and Changbin as “Sir”, p in v, creampie & no protection (don't be silly wrap ur willy also pee after sex pls), blowjobs, a handjob, I think thats it?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: an audio I heard a few weeks ago inspired this... I actually have no clue how this came out of that audio but you’re welcome (or I'm sorry)

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PSA: Sorry if you find this annoying, but I put so much yapping talking that I was only comfortable posting this with color-coded dialogues: If you hate it let me know so that I don’t do it again, but it kinda worked out so I kept it in instead of adding a million more words for nothing

Chris | Binnie | Hannie | You

You’re currently sitting in Stray Kids’ studio at the JYP building. Chris sits beside you in the other office chair at the desk, while Changbin and Han sit on the couch. Both staring holes into your heads as yours stare on the floor in embarrassment. They just walked in on you and Chris fucking in the studio, right in the very chair Chris was sitting in.

Speaking of, you see in the corner of your eye as he rubs his hands all over his face in frustration, his ears a very bright red. “Listen.. Normally we wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that in a public setting.. But I didn’t know you two were coming today and we got carried away..”

You glance up to see Changbin frown at the older boy, his eyes full of anger. You look over and check on Jisung, his eyes glossy. You furrow your eyebrows and lift your head fully. “Hannie..” You start, but immediately give up on your sentence when you see Changbin’s eye snap his eyes to you, the anger still prominent.

“Okay well… I don’t think that's the problem here… Do what you want, hyung. It’s your life..” Han starts, staring at you for a moment before continuing with a deep breath. “But you know how both of us feel about her. Hell. How the entire group feels about her. You have to see this from our point of view.”

Chan fixes his posture at the sentence and you look between the boys with pure confusion on your face. “Huh??”

“In my defense, I didn’t know how you guys felt until we were already messing around. We had already agreed on this arrangement months prior to the first person saying anything.”

“Arrangement?” Binnie says with the most attitude you’ve ever seen come out of him.

“We’re not dating.. We’re just…. friends with benefits. Sex with no extra emotional strings attached.” Chan sighs loudly, rubbing the back of his neck and continuing. “In all honesty, me and her talked about including you guys but we were afraid it would ruin things. Ruin the group as a whole.”

You start to feel frustrated, they're talking as if you’re not even in the room and when that's mixed with the ruined orgasm you just had, you can't help but get annoyed. “Hello?? I’m still here by the way. Can one of you tell me what the fuck is going on before I leave.” You narrow your eyes at the three of them and cross your arms. They’re caught off guard at your tone, you’ve never spoken to them in any tone outside of a sugary sweet one with pretty doe eyes. Even Changbin’s demeanor falters before he cracks his own neck. “Bunny. You haven’t noticed anything odd? How Hyunjin paints you every chance he gets? How Yongbok gives you all kinds of sweets and says that he ‘baked too much’? Not even the princess treatment that SEUNGMIN of all people gives you?”

You furrow your eyebrows at him before sputtering out, “W-Well yes, but I thought that was just normal behavior.”

Han lets out a tense laugh at that, when you turn to him he decides to continue for Changbin. “Jagiya, we don’t even do these things with each other… all of us are pretty in love with you. We have been for a long time to be honest. Though.. some of us…” he pauses before stealing a glance at the timid boy beside him. “Some of us fell faster and harder than the others. At the end of the day, you have all 8 of us wrapped around your finger.”

All the attitude and anger in your body is suddenly flushed out, replaced with confusion and surprise, “Wait..” When you think back to what Changbin said, the pieces start to click together. All 3 boys watch your reaction nervously, and Changbin lets out a slight sigh of relief when he sees the gears turning in your head. “She actually had no clue.”

“I tried to not blatantly say anything about it once I found out. But I honestly thought you knew about some of the members, baby girl?”

“I had no clue… I’m so sorry Binnie, Hannie..” You hear Han let out a sigh as your eyes watch Changbin’s, they stare into you less angrily but it makes the hurt more evident. You frown sadly at him and let your head hang, not sure what to do with this situation.

“It’s okay, Jagi. Now that I know you were oblivious about our feelings, I don’t think I’m as upset. More so at Channie-hyung for getting to you before us. But I’ll get over that feeling soon.. I don’t know about him though.”

The man in question’s eyes never leave your form, but he takes Han’s words to heart and takes a few deep breaths. “I don’t know. I’m quite hurt but Han is right. It’s honestly our own faults for not being clear with you.”

His words hang in the air for a while before you fix your posture and look over at Chris, meeting his eyes. He tilts his head at you, but you quickly turn to look between the other boys. “What's going on in your head, pretty?”

“Mm.. Well Channie did already spill the beans on what we spoke about.” You say, looking up at each boy before being met with confusion on each of their pretty faces. You clear your throat before continuing, “About… me being with all of you guys..” You pause once more to gauge their reactions, when you don’t see any negativity you finish your thought: “If you guys are okay with sharing, I don’t think I would mind dating all of you. At the end of the day I have been loyal to you guys anyways... So if everyone is okay with it, it could work.”

Chris’ head snaps to the couch to try and read their expressions. He can see Changbin thinking deeply about it and the faint blush on Han’s cheeks more or less gives him an answer. “Only if you guys are okay with it. I told you already, even before I knew about everybody’s feelings I was easing her into the idea of being with us all, whether that be through dating or her being our mutual friend with benefits.”

Han nods and looks over at Changbin, nervously watching his reaction as he mumbles out an “I’m okay with it.. Only if Changbin-hyung is too.” At the mention of his name, Changbin blinks multiple times to bring himself back down to earth. Once he realizes the outcome of this is in his hands, he gulps and clears his throat. “I… I don’t know..”

“If you need time to think about it, I’ll give you as much time as you need. In the meantime, Chris and I will stop everything we do and we’ll go based on what you guys are okay with.” Changbin furrows his eyebrows and looks at his hyung, who nods in agreement with your promise. “I told you, we spoke about this before. Many times actually. If enough of you weren’t okay with it, we agreed to cut things off completely for the sake of our friendships being more important.”

Changbin slowly nods, “I… I need some time to think about it.” You and Chris nod before meeting each other’s eyes for a moment. “Okay well, we should head home then. The song can wait, we’ve all had a long night.”

Everyone silently agrees and one by one the studio empties. You were the last to leave, but you quickly caught up to Changbin, wanting to have a 1 on 1 chat with him. “Binnie. I really am sorry. If I had known earlier then I wouldn’t have let us do this for so long without involving you guys. I feel horrible.”

He smiles softly at you, placing a hand on your head and massaging your scalp with his fingertips. “I know, Bunny. I’m not really mad anymore, I just don’t know if I can handle sharing you. Jisung and I spoke about it a few times but we thought it wasn’t even on the table.”

You nod and shuffle on your feet. He thinks for a moment before looking at you nervously, “Can you answer a question I have truthfully?” When you nod eagerly he continues, “...If you would date us all, as in all 8 of us.. Could you actually see yourself loving us all equally?”

You bite your lip before laughing nervously, “That’s honestly not even a question to me… I already love you all equally. I wasn’t lying when I said I had been loyal to you guys ‘anyways’. I turned down so many idols and random people on the street because I knew I had you guys. I knew how much I loved you all and I knew wasting time with these people to get over my feelings wouldn’t be worth it. So I sat patiently and waited to see how things would go.”

He lets out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding, letting out a light laugh of relief. “Can I hug you, Bunny?”

“Please.” He smiles and pulls you into his arms, the two of you stay in the embrace until Changbin gets a call from Chan, telling him that the taxi is outside and they’re waiting for him. You say your goodbyes and go your separate ways.

Now we wait..

A few days pass as normal, and you almost forget about what happened in the studio. When you’re lounging on the couch scrolling through a streaming site, you hear your phone ding a few times and it makes your stomach drop. You drop the remote immediately and in seconds your phone is unlocked with your text messages open.

Your hand slaps over your mouth and you squeal, not being able to contain your excitement, and you spend the next few days excitedly preparing yourself for Friday night.

When the night comes, you walk into their dorm as if it was any other day. When you meet the eyes of the men sitting at the dining table, you hesitate. All three sets of eyes look up at you, the older boys hold soft smiles while the youngest is biting his lip with red cheeks.

After some time of the awkwardness in the air fading, the four of you talk boundaries. In summary, you all agreed on:

Changbin only wants to fuck you, Chan and Jisung are open to anybody but mainly want you, and you want all 3 of them.

Specific kinks were talked about, but everyone agreed on rougher play for the night, just nothing too extreme yet. Specifically yes to spanks, rough fucking, choking, and hair pulling.

Chris closes it out with a few statements: “If, at any point, you aren’t sure to keep going, we use the traffic light system. Just ask her what her color is and she’ll respond with ‘red’ for stop, ‘yellow’ for slow down, and ‘green’ for keep going. And aftercare is a MUST. You don’t give her aftercare, you don’t get her at all.” When the other men agree, he leads you guys to the dining room where the coffee table is already moved to the side.

Before you know it, you’re sitting on their dorm’s couch, shyly playing with the strings on your sweatpants. All 3 men are standing between you and the tv, thanking every god they know that Hyunjin is out of the country for the week. Chan warily looks over his members faces, looking for any sign of hesitation. Instead he’s met with both basically eye-fucking you and Jisung already hard as a rock through his jeans. He laughs to himself quietly before looking over at you, initially looking for an unsure reaction from you as well. But when he watches your eyes jump between the other 2 and you bite your lip, he takes a breath before speaking.

“Since this would be both of your first times with her, I’ll show you all the good spots and how to play with her properly.” You roll your eyes and frown up at him from your spot on the couch. He gives you an amused smile and you watch from the corner of your eye as Changbin grabs a chair from the dining room, placing it in front of the tv so that it faces the couch. Chris swiftly pulls you to your feet before taking a seat on the chair. He pulls you into his lap and makes you face the other 2 men, who are now seated on the couch patiently waiting for the scene in front of them to unfold.

“You ready, baby?” He asked into your neck, his thick lips already placing wet kisses and his hands already pulling at the elastic of your sweats. You make a scene to hold eye contact with both men on the couch before responding to the one below you, “Yes, Daddy.” When Changbin’s eyes widen before he closes them and lays his head back, you giggle to yourself and move your eyes over to Jisung. You hear him groan and class a hand over his mouth, and when he notices your eyes are staring into his wide boba ones you smile innocently and tilt your head at him.

By the time both men recover, Chris is already pulling your sweatpants and underwear from your ankles, then moving his hands to the base of your crop top. He finally breaks away from your neck to pull it off, unintentionally showing off the red marks all over your neck to the couch. As the shirt gets pulled above your head, you hear a gasp from the couch and Chris’ voice against your ear. “And no bra? Baby.. you’re gonna kill them haha..”

You bite your lip and smile before teasing, “If they let themselves die this easily then you can have me all to yourself again.” You almost miss the way Changbin’s eyes narrow with how focused you are on Jisung’s growing pout. You hear Jisung let out a “Hey..” before you laugh and stick your tongue out at both boys. Immediately after, you feel your legs get hooked over Chris’ wide stance. 

He teases you by softly rubbing his hands against your inner thighs, nipping at your neck and ear as he does so. His left hand slowly trails up your stomach until he meets your chest and starts toying with your nipples. The hand still on your thigh trails up higher and higher until you feel him spreading your folds with his index and ring finger, using his middle finger to slide against your clit and down to your hole. You slump against him when you feel him slide two fingers in you, his thumb replacing his middle finger on your clit. You faintly hear Chris say something to the other boys about where they should try to angle their fingers. When he angles his hands the way he describes, it rips a desperate moan from your throat and your legs tighten against his.

Both boys on the couch adjust themselves in their pants at the sight of you spread so widely in front of them, Han nodding enthusiastically with each sentence that comes out of Chris’ mouth. With the fast pace his fingers set, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build up.

You feel yourself getting close and Chris catches on very fast. He pulls his fingers away and lands a smack to your inner thigh before grabbing your chin and raising an eyebrow at you. “Did I say you could come yet? You didn’t even ask permission.” You almost miss Jisung’s moan at the action, but quickly respond with a, “N-No, Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy.”

He tsks at you before softly running his hands along your thighs again, “Just because I’m showing the boys how to play with you doesn’t mean that our rules aren’t in place. Don’t be a bad girl and make me punish you in front of them already.”

“Yes, Daddy” you whine out as you nod feverishly, your orgasm fading away slowly. He hums before returning his hand to your cunt, playing with your folds as he gets lost in thought for a moment. You sigh and lean your head into his neck once releases your chin.

You almost say something about the lack of stimulation when Chris suddenly pushes you on your feet, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he quickly stands. He sits you on the chair but pulls you down so your ass is hanging off the chair, legs folded into each other as he puts you on display towards the couch. You feel butterflies in your stomach, remembering just exactly what Chris made you do the last time you both were in this position.

You shiver as his fingers softly caress your folds, he looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Once he realizes that you knew what his plans were, he bites his lip and smirks down at you. When your lips open to say something, he suddenly returns the 2 fingers inside your hole to prevent words from forming. You guys hold eye contact for a moment, but once his fingers dig into your gummy spot roughly, your mouth opens in a gasp and your eyebrows raise. Your eyes threaten to close as you watch him meanly mimic your facial expression and rub against the spot harder.

Your legs already start to shake and you throw your head back against the chair with a whimper, closing your eyes when the stimulation is a little too much. A firm grip in your hair pulls your face to meet his, he places a gentle kiss to your lips before adding a third finger. He ruts them into your soppy cunt over and over again until you hear him laugh when your eyes slam shut again. You’re sure both boys can hear the wet noises coming from between your legs. You wish you could see their faces, but at this point you figure Chris is trying to put on a show for them so you don’t complain.

“F-Fuck!!! Daddyyy!! I-I can’t..” You cry out, one of your hands meets his and your nails dig into his wrist as your thighs clamp shut. He pulls his fingers out and pins both your hands against the top of the chair with his spare hand. He lands a slap on your cunt and doesn’t give you time to react before he slams three fingers back in and resumes his bullying pace.

He coos at you, pressing a kiss into your calf, “You can, baby girl…” He pauses before positioning his hand so that his palm could bully against your clit with the thrusts. His tone is much darker when he continues, “I won’t stop until you do. So you better give them a pretty view, yea?” You gush more around his fingers as and when you clench harshly, he leans down to push his lips against yours.

At this point, Han has caught on to what Chris is trying to do, and he finally can’t stand the tightness in his jeans so he removes them. He quickly pushes his boxers down and can’t stop himself from fisting his cock at the sight of your cunt and ass on display for them, your wet cunt dripping down your ass as Chris continues his pace. Changbin on the other hand, isn’t fully sure what is going on. But that doesn’t stop him from palming his bulge, biting into the pointer finger on his other hand to keep quiet.

The sounds coming from you somehow get louder and you pant into Chris’ mouth, moaning against his lips as you feel the knot snap in your stomach. Suddenly you squirt all over his arm, squealing into the kiss as Chris rides your high. He fingers into you roughly before giving you a second to squirt more, then forcing more out of you. He repeats this until you pull away from his lips and gasp desperately for air, and he finally slows his hand to almost a complete stop, letting you breathe. He softly slaps your cunt as he pulls away from you fully to admire the mess you made.

“I told you, baby girl.” He laughs, ghosting his hand over your inner thigh as he watches you glisten. He pulls away from you completely, pulling his shirt off in one go and using it to wipe your thighs down and throwing it onto the puddle you made on the floor. He pulls you back to your feet, and holds you up with both hands as your legs shake aggressively, before sitting back down and resuming the earlier position: you on his lap.

He showers your neck and your cheek in kisses as your legs stay glued shut, his thighs making sure of that as they stay against yours. One of his hands holds you against him while the other caresses your hip affectionately. He knows you’re not in this plane of existence from how quiet you are, so he tries his best to ground you with as much physical touch that he can offer.

After a short while, your soul finally returns to your body. You mumble something incoherent and he takes that as a sign that you’re still there. He giggles into your neck, trailing his kisses down to your shoulder. You feel his arms tighten around you before he’s whispering against your skin, “You alright, baby? What’s your color?”

You sigh into his hold and whisper back a “Yellow.. Just give me a minute.”

Once you deem yourself ready, you let him know. He reluctantly loosens his hold on you and clears his throat, placing a final kiss on your shoulder before looking up. “Now that she’s ready for you both.. who wants to play first?” Chris asks as he eyes dart between the boys you completely forgot about. The two in question glance at each other quickly before wordlessly deciding to keep quiet and let Chris choose. Chris nods in understanding before glancing over at the youngest and watching the way he’s slowly fisting his cock as he waits for the next move. Chris very quickly thinks back to the boundaries everybody set earlier and he smirks against your shoulder. He whispers something in your ear, just low enough so neither of the other men can hear it.

But when you smile and slide off Chris' lap, softly crawling towards Changbin on all fours, both boys on the couch suddenly fix their posture. Han almost whines at the thought of Changbin getting you first until he watches the oldest stand up and saunteer towards him. He gulps and looks up at the man, biting his lip when Chris leans down and grabs his chin to hold eye contact. “You still okay with us playing a little bit, Hannie?” Not fully trusting his voice, Jisung nods eagerly and allows Chris to take control, "Please..."

While the two boys to your right get lost in each other, you sit at Changbin’s feet and look up at him with puppy dog eyes. You even go as far as to tilt your head and rest your cheek against his knee. “Hi Binnie~” You whisper out, “Can you play with me? Pleasee?”

He curses under his breath and nods, “Y-Yeah.. Yeah we can play, Bunny.” You smile in response and bite your lip, undoing his jeans before pulling them off his legs. He pulls his shirt off as you leave soft kisses up his thighs. He shudders the closer to his crotch that you get, and breathes harshly when you place a kiss to his dick through his boxers. He sighs when you back away and pull his underwear down just enough so that his dick slaps against his tummy. You pause for a second to admire his width. He’s so hard and his tip has a mean red tint; you’re almost afraid of taking him.

Suddenly the man above you laughs and pulls you up onto his lap, letting his dick rest between you two. He quickly pulls you into a kiss, running his hands up and down your sides softly. Your own hands are running up and down his biceps and squeezing, finally relishing in the feeling of his muscles against your hands. When a hand of his slides down to your ass to squeeze, you smile into the kiss and angle your head so that you are making out even deeper. It’s very short lived however, because the hand that was squeezing your ass pulls back and lands a slap to your cheek.

You jump in against him and pull away from his lips, frowning at him. He laughs at you before landing another to your other cheek. “Those are for the little comment you made earlier about Chan getting you to himself after this.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest and snapping back, “Well soooomebody doesn’t know how to take a joke.” Changbin’s mouth opens slightly and his eyes narrow dangerously at you. If it wasn’t for the fire in your abdomen that grew from his stare, you would have been terrified and apologized right away.

You quickly think that should have been the case when a hand shoots forward and clamps around your neck, squeezing tightly right off the bat. You let out a gargled noise as his other hand lands 2 harsh slaps to your ass cheeks, massaging against them right after. “I’m sorry... What was that?”

Jisung and Chris pull a few inches away from each other at the sound. Jisung’s hips buck up into Chris’ hand and he lets out a pathetic whine at the sight of your ass cheeks already turning a darker red. The man above him lets out an exasperated laugh before saying “Oh yeah, I should’ve warned you two that she can be a stupid brat sometimes. I would say I’d teach you how to deal with it, but it seems like you got it under control already. You know what to do, baby. Be a good girl for Binnie, or else I'll handle you myself.” Changbin steals a confused glance at his hyung before returning his gaze to you, loosening his grip on your neck to give you more breathing room. He watches your eyes meet Chan's and you gulp deeply before wresting your hands on his chest.

“‘M sorry Binnie. I’ll be good now I promise.” His hand completely loosens the grip on your neck but stays resting against your throat as Chris speaks up again. “Not ‘Binnie’ baby.” Your eyes meet Chris’ again and he smiles at you teasingly, his hands still stroking Jisung at a slow pace that has the boy whining into his hand. You bite your lip at the sight of Jisung looking fucked out already and turn back to Changbin and retry, “I’m sorry sir. I’ll behave now.” You watch Changbin swallow thickly before leaning his head sideways and letting out a curse.

“Atta girl, baby.” Chris says, before turning back to the squirming boy below him.

Changbin quickly mutters an ‘Up’ before you climb out of his lap to stand in front of him. He quickly swaps spots with you, making you sit on the couch as he stands above you, kneeling against the cough to ground himself. He strokes himself a few times, not bothering to prepare you any more than Chan did already. He pulls your legs up and holds them near your chest, and then he finally sinks himself into you. He keeps his eyes on your face the whole time, mainly watching for possible comfort changes in your expression. But when your jaw drops at the stretch and you take over his hold on your legs, he can’t help himself from staring for other reasons. While you’re busy hugging your legs into yourself, he trails a hand to your mouth and positions his thumb to press down on your tongue. With every inch of his duck entering you, you swear you lose another piece of your mind. And after what feels like forever, his hips finally meet the backs of your thighs

He lets out a shaky sigh and lightly thrusts into you, testing the waters before pulling out farther and setting a calm pace. For a while, he softly thrusts into you, just savoring the feeling and sight of your tight cunt around his dick. It’s not until you let out a whine that his eyes return to your face. His hips stutter and he watches in awe as he pulls his thumb from your drooly mouth. While that thumb moves down to draw circles onto your clit, you look up at him pleadingly before begging so sweetly. “Please, Sir. Please I promised I’d be good. Just fuck me hard, please please please.”

From the other side of the couch, Chris’ ears perk up at the sound of your begging. He chuckles breathlessly and it takes everything in him to keep his eyes on the pretty boy who’s on his knees below him. “F-Fuck. Bin I usually have to overstimulate her for her to beg like that. You must’ve fucked her stupid already.”

Changbin’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the sentence and he starts up a rough pace, pounding into you fast before responding, “Y-Yeah? You think so?”

You throw your head into the couch at the new rhythm, nails digging into your legs at the stimulation. After squirting like that earlier, you’re not sure you can last very long and that’s made even more true by the sloppy presses you feel on your clit. Not long after this pace was set, you feel yourself rapidly approaching your high.

You manage out a: “Binnie- S-Sir, can I cum please.. I want you to cum inside… I’ve b-been good, right?” and he groans in response, nodding his head and leaning into you, his fingers never leaving your cunt and his pace never faltering. “Yeah, baby. Don’t worry, Binnie’s got you.” His body weight on your legs gives you an uncomfortable stretch, but when his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, you can’t find it in you to complain. Almost immediately after that, his spare hand leaves a slap to your ass, and you cum on impact. Your lips detach from his as you let out desperate wails, trying to take deep breaths while he slows his pace to make slower but deeper thrusts into you. His gaze meets your teary eyes before he dips to your neck, biting and sucking marks onto the skin. He follows suit not long after, groaning and biting harder subconsciously as he rides out his high.

You lay against each other, catching your breaths before you let out a pained whine. “Binnieee… my legs..” His mind is still foggy from that strong of an orgasm, so it takes him a second to pull away. Once he does, he softly rests your legs against the couch and massages the muscles, already knowing which ones would be hurting. He watches your mixtures of cum ooze out of your cunt, and onto the couch. He would normally freak out at such a viscous substance getting the couch dirty, but his zips his mouth shut and watches in awe for a moment. You don’t fully notice when he walks away due to getting distracted by the other end of the couch.

Chris let out a few gasps that turn to groans, signaling that he’s dangerously close. You quickly turn your head to watch as Jisung deep throats him all the way, even gagging a few times. You whine out something along the lines of, “That’s so hot..” but it meets none of their ears as Jisung’s nails rake down Chris’ thighs, his hips buckling as he cums hard. He throws his head back and holds a firm grip on Jisung’s permed hair as he thrusts softly into his mouth, quickly angling his head back towards the boy to watch him swallow around his length. Slowly the grip on the younger’s hair loosens, and you and Chris watch the boy on the floor with lidded eyes. Jisung hollows his cheeks and slowly pulls off the eldest’s dick, he matches the older’s gaze and shows off the contents on his tongue before making a show of swallowing it, showing his empty tongue after. Chris throws a hand over his eyes and whines, resting his head against the back cushion as you sit there and laugh. You and Jisung meet each other’s eyes before you wink at the boy, blowing him a kiss with a fucked out smile on your face.

By now Changbin is returning to the living room with a warm cloth, wiping you down gently before throwing it onto the pile of your clothes. Chris disappears to his room to grab shirts of his for you and Jisung while Changbin throws the scattered clothes of yours into his own hamper, and Jisung’s into his hamper. While the two eldest members run around cleaning, and preparing blankets and snacks for a cuddle session, you and Jisung embrace each other on the couch. You rest your head against his shoulder as your breaths even out. You could fall asleep at this point, but you’re quickly distracted by the boy’s bulge in his underwear.

“Hannie… you’re still hard?” You laugh. His cheeks and ears turn red before he laughs too. “Yeah… I came in the beginning, but watching you and Changbin-hyung while watching Channie-hyung come undone got me hard again. It was all just too hot..” You laugh into his shoulder but trail one of your hands to the bulge, trailing a featherlight touch that has the boy’s thighs clamping together. “Can I help you then, Hannie? Me and you didn’t get to play. I can’t go another round but I’ll happily suck you off.”

You hear a shaky breath as his hips buck against your hand. “Fuck,, Yes please, baby.” Giggling, you drop down to your knees for a 2nd time tonight, pulling his boxers down just enough to free his cock. You take it in your hands and pump it, placing teasing kisses up and down his shaft. You smirk against him when you feel his hand slip into your hair, grabbing a tight but not painful grip as a warning to stop teasing. You hum and lick a long stripe until you reach his tip, placing a final kiss there before you take him all the way to the hilt. The grip in your hair tightens as you hum and hold your spot against his pubic bone, some of the hair there tickling your nose. You hollow your cheeks and swallow around him a few times before pulling away, stroking him while you rasp out, “You wanna fuck my mouth baby?"

You swear his eyes sparkle as he nods enthusiastically. His hands quickly move to rest against the back of your head, “Hit my thigh a few times if you need a break, ok?” You nod and smile up at him, happy that he still genuinely cares about your well being. Your smile fades as he moves your head against him, slowly fucking your mouth against his dick as he lets out a sigh. You hollow out your cheeks and feel the grip on your head get harder. He starts fucking himself into your throat, using all his will power to not do it as rough as he wanted to, ‘We can save that for another day’ he argues to himself. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his high, his thighs shaking as memories of what happened less than 10 minutes ago resurface to his mind.

He goes to pull you away as he cums, but you swat his hands away and take matters into your own hands, literally. One of your hands trails up his stomach, your nails ghosting around his chest as your other hand reaches up to fondle his balls. It’s all so sudden and he chokes on his own drool when he tries to warn you that he’s cumming, but regardless you swallow every last drop. Once his hips relax back into the couch, you pull back so that only the tip is in your mouth, sucking hard to get every last drop and he lets out the whiniest cry you’ve ever heard.

As the older boys return with blankets and snacks, you and Jisung pull away from each other. Eventually everybody is settled and a movie is chosen, the four of you cuddle up to each other and relax. Han is laying with his head against your chest when he suddenly lets out a laugh that startles your sleepy form. The three of you look down at him with different confused expressions before he chuckles to himself again.

“The others are missing out sooo bad.”

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Afterglow - JHS

Pairing: Husband!HoseokX Wife!Reader

A follow-up drabble of Girl Crush

Theme: Angst, arranged marriage au, hurt to comfort au, little bit of fluff

Wordcount: 1.6k+

Request: "Afterglow with hoseok. Where the reader and hoseok had a fight, and hoseok walked out, which left the reader thinking about the argument. thank uu💓"

Summary: Hoseok looks at you, smiles at you, and makes conversations with you unlike Yoongi. Hoseok’s eyes are full of warmth and adoration for you unlike Yoongi. Hoseok feels for you, unlike Yoongi.

Based on Afterglow by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: angst, reader was previously divorced, argument, some annoying aunties, mentions of divorce, past relationship, broken marriage, that's all

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: You guys are really persistent. Most of you wanted a follow up of Girl Crush. But I had 0 mind of doing so. So, I turned this request in a drabble and made it into the part 2. Hope you guys like it. And no more parts will be added to this.

If there are 100 people in this room right now, then 80 of them want to be at your place, in your shoes. But you would sign your soul to the devil to be anyone else other than yourself. 

You are not being cocky, neither ignorant… you just can’t take it anymore. 

Being rich doesn’t mean you are the happiest person in the world, but quite the opposite. At least in your case.  

Being rich means losing your right of loving a person and being loved by them as you are nothing but a pawn that is to be exchanged at the right time through the right deal. 

Being rich also means you will be traded again and again even if you are a worn out, old, rugged piece because there would be someone always trying to buy you at the lowest possible price. 

That’s how you landed on your second arranged marriage (as if the first one had not broken you enough), your second husband and this is the second time you feel like you are falling and breaking, crushing your soul, exhausting your emotions to its extent. 

Three years ago you got married to Min Yoongi, someone you loved and someone who loved someone else. 

It’s been two years since you divorced Yoongi. It’s been two years since you walked out of his home with a broken heart.  

Yes, your love life certainly didn’t gain anything out of your and Yoongi’s broken marriage but your father gained what he was promised with.

For a year, you tended your broken heart, your insecurities, you made yourself believe in the fact that you indeed deserved to be loved. Just because your first husband didn’t love you, doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. 

Just when you were at the peak of your healing, your father decided to sell you off once again. This time to a larger empire, holding more power, more wealth and endless benefits for your company.  

“It’s only been a year since my divorce, appa! How can you sell me off once again?” You had cried, screamed at your father for the very first time in 27 years of your life.

“Dal, Mr. Jung made the proposition. He said you have caught his son’s eyes! How could I say no?” he reasoned. 

You didn’t say anything more that night. For once you contemplated running away somewhere far from all of this. But your rationality didn’t allow you to leave your old father embarrassed and helpless. So you stayed.  

And, this is how you ended up here, tugged at the side of Jung Hoseok, your husband. 

Hoseok looks up at you with apologetic eyes and you know he is sorry. 

This is one of the thousands of differences you have found between your married life with Yoongi and your married life with Hoseok. 

Hoseok looks at you, smiles at you, and makes conversations with you unlike Yoongi. Hoseok’s eyes are full of warmth and adoration for you unlike Yoongi. 

Hoseok feels for you, unlike Yoongi. 

But the question is do you feel anything for him? You don’t know. 

Or maybe you do but you are way too afraid to start feeling again, to start loving again. 

“But darling, why her? She divorced her previous husband within a year!” Mrs. Lee, one of the shareholders of Jung Group of Companies, exclaims in her high-pitched voice. Even though she’s trying to keep her voice as low as possible, or at least pretending to do so, you can hear her clearly.   

The hold of your drink goes tight. Mr. Kang is complementing how good you are looking tonight but you can barely hear anything. All you can hear are the taunts that the old snitch is throwing at you. 

“Mrs. Lee, it’s business.” you hear Hoseok saying and all of a sudden everything around you turns dark. 

You whip your head to meet Hoseok’s eyes but he is avoiding looking at you. 

Within seconds your vision starts blurring. So, the impromptu dates, the youtube recipes, the sweet gifts, that luxurious honeymoon, those late night beers.. Everything was for business? 

You were wrong the entire time you thought you had seen love in Hoseok’s eyes? 

All.. all of it was business?

Or was it pity? 

Hoseok knows everything about Yoongi and you. Is that why he treated you kindly?

Your life feels like a lie and once again.. You see your hopes crumbling down like a house made of cards. 

“Why?” you throw your purse on the couch and stand abruptly in the middle of the living room. 

Tears stream down your face. You successfully suppressed your anger for the better part of the night but it is impossible to do so anymore. Since you and your so-called husband are alone now, he better answer your questions. 

The tremble in your voice hints Hoseok that you are crying. He takes long strides and reaches where you are. 

Placing a hand on your shoulders, he turns you around and murmurs, “Y/N? What-” 

He tries to wipe your tears away but you swat his hand, “why were you always so kind to me? Why? Because it’s business or is it because you pity me?” 

“Y/N.. No. it’s not what you think. I told her-”  Hoseok tries to hold your trembling form with both of his hands but you push him away as harshly as possible. 

“You told her because it’s true. All of those gifts and dates and dinners.. Everything, everything was a lie!” screaming at the top of your lungs, you break down. 

Hoseok runs towards you, tries to hold you in his embrace. 

“Don’t.. Don’t fucking touch me!” you seethe through anger. Hoseok retreats. 

“Okay, I won’t.” He replies calmly but you can see his eyes filling bit by bit, “but just so you know, you were never business for me. Mrs. Lee only shut up because I said what she wanted to hear and she is not a family or a friend so I would have to explain the truth to her.” 

“No- don’t. Don’t lie!” your voice comes out harsher than you intended to.

“You think I am lying because I said something insignificant to someone insignificant just today but what about everything I did to make you realize how I feel for you?” Hoseok’s voice trembles. And it hurts you but you are hurt as well. 

“You don’t feel anything for me. And you, too, should know that I don’t and won’t feel anything for you.” your heart breaks at the lie you throw at your husband but the way tears run down his face.. It instantly makes you feel like a criminal. 

“Is that so?” he asks, sniffing once, “then.. I should leave you alone.” 

Before you can register what’s happening, you hear Hoseok walking out of the door and shutting it loudly enough to signify his departure. 

And then you start wailing, loudly. Your cries fill the empty space of your apartment as you realize you are all alone once again. 

Staring at the moon always brings you solace but tonight it doesn’t. Your mind keeps playing whatever happened a few hours ago and how hoseok left the house. 

He has always been so kind to you, from the very first day you two met at a charity gala, some five or six years back. You didn’t really acknowledge his presence much as you were always busy admiring Yoongi from afar. 

You remember Hoseok once saying that he looked at you while you looked at Yoongi. You were not sure what he tried to mean but that was the first time your heart took an erratic pace in a while.  

A phone suddenly starts vibrating, pulling you out of your thoughts. But it’s not yours. Your eyes find the glowing object near by the door. It’s Hoseok’s phone, which he probably dropped on his way out. 

When you reach the object and pick it up, the screen glows again. There are a couple of notifications, which you clear for seeing the background. 

It’s a photo from your honeymoon. The photographer ajussi forced you to stand closer and place a sweet kiss on Hoseok’s cheeks. He blushed hard that time. 

Sobs start spilling from your throat as soon as you realize what you have done, what you have lost. 

You blew things out of proportion, you put him in jail for something he didn't do. You unloaded all of your insecurities on the man who only loved you.

Clutching his phone on your chest, you start crying again. It’s you who burned things down. It’s you who hurt Hoseok. And now you have lost him, really lost him. 

The door clicks open, forcing you to look up from your crouched position. 

“Y/N..” it’s him, it’s your man, it’s your husband, Jung Hoseok. 

He walks towards you but then remembering something he takes a step back. 

His eyes are red. You know he has been crying just like you.

“I- I forgot my phone-” 

Before he could end his sentence, you leaped at him. You hold him tightly in your embrace. Hiding your face in his chest, you cry, cry and cry. Hoseok holds you back and starts sobbing with you. 

“I love you. I fucking love you so much that it hurts, Y/N. It hurts when you don’t understand, when you turn blind eye.” He says as he strokes your hair softly. 

“I- I was afraid, Hoseok. What if I was wrong again. What if- what if you didn’t-”

“I always did, Y/N. I have loved you for a long time. I loved you when you were a bachelor and I loved you when you got married. I loved you when you divorced him. And I loved you when we took vows. I still love you and I always will.”   

“I love you too, Hoseok.” you finally confess and it feels euphoric. You must have found utopia where the person you love, loves you back. 

Hoseok leans down, seals your lips with his and now you know… You have found your forever. You have found your afterglow. 

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For What It's Worth -Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Desperate Need For A Second, Secret Plan.

Max Verstappen x Reader

Chapter Summary: How you and Max met is discussed and Max goes off ag Daniel for hitting on the girl he loves. 

Warnings: Swearing. 

Word count: 2727

Authors note: Posting twice in 1 day? Look at me go!!!! So, I am not currently doing a taglist, because things are a little hectic at the moment but as soon as things even out, I promise I will be adding everyone who has asked to the taglist, but again, no taglist just yet for this series. Can't wait to hear what you all think of chapter 3 😀

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“Max, I know you aren’t one to focus on rumours,” Max couldn’t help the clench of his jaw in anticipation for what was to come, “but we see that your new assistant is the same girl that there has been quite a lot of talk about you dating.” Max could feel the anger rising in his blood, eyes boring into the interviewer. He had been explicit in his requests that you were to not be involved in interview questions. 

Ever since the two of you had started your friendship the media had been near bloodthirsty in their attempt to find out information about you and your relationship to Max and from the moment he started seeing the posts and articles that could only be described as disgusting about you, he made sure that he would do everything he possibly could to keep your name out o the media. It was one of Max’s non-negotiables. 

But here was this man, bringing you up anyway. Max immediately began turning to look for you. Partly to apologise for this and partly to calm down. He had hired you so he wouldn’t have to be away from you for too long, but one of the added benefits of having you as his assistant was the fact that no one seemed to calm him down the way you did. 

The second his eyes found yours, you were signalling that it was okay. This was your way of telling him that he could talk about you here. Suddenly he felt a new stress. What exactly does he say? How does he explain you? He couldn’t give them too much. The vultures would just end up ruining everything for him, but he couldn't give them too little or else they’d never stop badgering him. He had to be strategic. For his sake and yours. 

“Yeah, she’s actually my best friend.” Good, easy, neutral ground to start with. 

“RedBull let you hire your best friend?” the interviewer began to press for more. Max once again was looking to you, completely ignoring his PR manager next to you. Only worried about what you thought about this line of questioning. 

“She isn’t hired by RedBull. She’s my assistant. She’s hired by me.” Max didn’t miss you warning him to keep calm, his PR manager not even bothering while you were there. It was well known already that the only person Max listened to these days was you. 

“So how exactly did your best friend end up working for you?” A long time ago Max realised that the reason he hated talking about you in interviews, well, at least one of the reasons, was because he liked to keep you secret. Your friendship was something he didn’t want to taint with the outside world and this interview was slowly encroaching on Max getting angry territory. 

“Just tell the truth.” You mouthed to him before he took a deep breath and turned back to the interviewer. 

“So, we met in Monaco. She had recently moved over there and one evening when I had gone out for a jog, I ended up running into her, smashing an ice cream she was holding all down her top. Then after many choice words from her, she agreed to let me buy her a new one and I guess we just ended up becoming best friends from there.” You laughed as Max told the story, while although technically true, he gave a significantly more watered down version of your first meeting. 

It had been your first proper night in Monaco. You had finished unpacking your boxes and were somewhat settled, sitting in your home all alone and suddenly the full weight of having moved to a place like Monaco, all alone, had hit you and you just had to get out. So that’s exactly what you did. You had founded the nearest store you could get an ice cream and then decided to explore. You ambled along the boardwalk along the beach, it was quiet and secluded and  you were about to turn the corner when a body came crashing directly into you, smashing your ice cream between your chest and his, smearing it over the both of you. 

Despite how the stranger had grabbed you to stop you falling over and immediately began apologising, the look you had given him stopped any and all words in their tracks. Without another word between you, you scraped the smashed ice cream off your chest and proceeded to wipe it on the man in front of you, feeling that it was only fair. When he eventually asked you if you were okay, that’s when the previously mentioned choice words left your mouth. 

Max hadn’t really acknowledged it before, but this was the first time he started to fall for you. 

At the end of your monologue of insults, he introduced himself and offered to buy you a new ice cream and he didn’t miss the way you only said yes after he removed his ice cream and sweat stained shirt. So you and him got ice cream and he offered to get you a new shirt, which you declined, but took his hoodie instead and you had both spent the next couple of hours walking around, talking and building the foundations of a friendship Max didn’t realise he would eventually need to survive. He didn't realise a lot of things that evening. Especially the fact that he’d end up falling madly in love with the woman covered in ice cream., or that he’d eventually be sitting here, you in his eyeline, at the Grand Prix, laughing along to the same memory he was trying to downplay to the press. 

“After a while, I kind of realised that I didn’t want to be on the road without my best friend and she kind of hated her job, so I offered her a job as my assistant and now I get to spend all day, every day with my best friend.” PR was already well aware of the potential damage control they were going to have to do after this interview. Especially with how Max was looking at you now. They could already see the articles now and they could already hear Max shouting at, well, everyone, to get that off the media, but they couldn’t help but think that if Max maybe was just honest about your actual relationship to each other, then things might just be that much easier for, well, everyone. 

“No wonder the dating rumours are so rife for you two.” The laugh the interviewer barked out was short-lived as Max abruptly got up and left the shot, not willing to entertain a line of questioning that he was so adamantly against. Both you and his PR manager let out a sign before you were running after him as PR spoke to the interviewer. 

“Don’t start.” Max spat out as you fell in step with him. 

“Damn, I wish I knew what I did to make dating me such a bad rumour.” It was meant to be humour, it was meant to make Max laugh, and normally it would have, but with everything happening in the background, that was literally the last thing that Max wanted to hear, because dating you was his only life goal. It was you that didn’t want him. 

“I have to go talk to Daniel.” It was the last thing he said to you before he veered off towards the Alpha Tauri motorhome in search of the one person who actually knew what was going on, leaving you standing there alone, confused, hurt and suddenly very concerned he was going to tell Daniel all about your plan. And in feeling all of that, you panicked and ran after him, for the second time in less than 5 minutes. 

He stopped as he felt your grip on his arm, “you aren’t going to tell him right?” and suddenly his bad day just got a whole lot worse. He ripped his arm out of your grasp, neither of you willing to divert your gaze. He didn’t want to lie to you, he was already lying about how he felt and who had sent the flowers and if he lied anymore, he wasn;t sure he could keep it all inside, so instead he just decided to not answer you because of course he was going to tell Daniel. 

“I’ll see you before FP2.” and with that he had dipped into the crowds to quickly go and find Daniel, to simultaneously want him about what was going to happen and to potentially lay down the law, even more than he thought he already had, when it came to you. 

The entire walk to the AT garage Max was trying to figure what he was going to say but nothing prepared himself for what he ended up nearly shouting at Daniel the second the driver opened his drivers room door. 

“You were meant to be my friend!” Max shouted as he shoved Daniel back into the room, slamming the door behind him as he moved into the room. 

Daniel stood there wide eyed, hands up and shocked at the attack from Max, “Mate, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Try last night when you were feeling up the woman I am in love with  and eye fucking her across the table!” Max was panting, but the stress of everything over the last 24 hours had finally gotten to him and unfortunately Daniel was unjustly bearing the brunt of that. 

“None of that happened? What are you talking about?” He was trying to calm Max down but it was proving difficult when he wasn’t even sure what was going on. 

“She told me! Last night, after we were outside, when we walked back in, you had your hand on her lower back and then the rest of the night you couldn’t take your eyes off her.” The words felt bitter in Max’s mouth, accusing his friend of something like this, but he couldn’t help it, it was a runaway stone that he no longer had control over, “and now she thinks you sent the flowers and she’s going to try and seduce you!” 

“Seduce me? Why would she try to seduce me?” Now Daniel understood Max’s anger. 

“Because she thinks you sent the flowers!” 

“So why didn’t you tell her you sent the flowers!” 

“Don’t be dumb.” 

“I’m not the dumb one here mate. You’re the one who isn’t making the move on the girl you sent flowers to, asked out and are so in love with, you’d rather hire her to work for you than go a day without her by your side!” Daniel was right and Max knew it. 

“So why did you hit on her?” Suddenly it was Max the young boy standing in front of Daniel, unsure of himself, self esteem on the floor, just trying to fix a near unfixable situation in his eyes. 

“I didn’t. Look, the hand on her back was meant to be platonic, I didn’t think it would mean anything to her, especially considering how she feels about you.” Max seemed to be accepting the explanation, the tension in the room dropping significantly, “and the staring at her, I was trying to gauge how she was reacting to you last night, to see if I could tell how she felt about you, considering you’re the one who said that she hadn’t mentioned to anyone how she does feel. You were right and so I thought this would be a good way to do it.” 

“And?”  Max made his way to the couch in the room, head dropping into his head. 

“Mate, she’s as in love with you as you are with her.” Daniel sat down next to him, forcing him to look at his fellow driver. 

“So why is she trying to seduce you?” It was if the frustration in Max’s body couldn’t let him sit still, as he suddenly got up and began pacing 

“Firstly, why are we using the word seduce? It’s not a good word.” The groan that left Max’s mouth at the question forced a laugh out of Daniels. 

“She used it.” For the second time in too short a time Daniel was staring at a panicked and frustrated Max with his face smooshed up against a wall. 

“She used the word seduce?” The groaned yes was the only response Max offered. 

“Fucking awful word. Both of you need to stop it right now. Secondly, why is she trying to seduce me and why does she think I sent the flowers?” Max peeked an eye at Daniel and he was oddly jealous at the calm demeanour he was exuding at this conversation. 

“So, I might have forgotten to sign my name on the note.” Max mumbled through the sentence, embarrassed at the truth of it. 

“You forgot to sign your name on the card that told the woman you love that you love her?” Another groaned yes left Max as he sank to the floor, face now smooshed against the prickly carpet.

“She came to me this morning telling me she had gotten flowers and a note with no name on it and now she’s trying to figure out which driver sent it. She literally has an entire list of all the drivers she's going to try and seduce to see if it was them.” Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of this situation that Max had somehow gotten himself into. 

“I assume I’m the first on the list?’’ Daniel already knew how he was going to play this. 

“I’m not even on the list.” That sad, childlike version of Max was back. 

“Mate, she’s obviously not going to tell you that you’re on the list, especially since you’re her boss.” \

“I’m going to fire her. If I just fire her then all of my issues resolve themselves.” 

“You can’t fire her.” Daniel nudged Max with his foot, an attempt to encourage him to get up off the floor. 

“Why not?” Max had eventually worked himself into a sitting position, now leaning against the door opposite Daniel. 

“Because at the moment you’re how she feeds herself.” 

“Do you honestly have to point out the uneven power dynamic here when I am already feeling like the world's biggest creep of a boss?” Max banged his head against the wall, a form of punishment, “What are you going to do when she comes to seduce you?” 

The vulnerability of Max in this moment was admirable. Daniel hadn’t seen this version of him for a very long time but he isn’t surprised that it was a girl that brought it out of him. 

“I’m going to tell her the truth. That I didn’t send the flowers and I only see her as a  friend.” The look Max gave him was near heartbreaking at how thankful it was. 

“Promise you’ll be kind right?” He was always thinking of you and only you, even in Max’s greatest moment of stress. 

“I promise, but you said there was a list? What exactly are you going to be doing about the rest of the drivers?” Suddenly it dawned on Max how big this issue was about to become, breathe quickening, “hey, hey, don’t stress, listen after FP2 we can meet at my hotel room and we can come up with a plan, but just give me a couple of hours to think of something okay? Mate, I promise, we will get this sorted.” All Max could think about was trying to breath and nodding that he understood and him and Daniel would come up with a plan that absolutely and completely derails yours. 

Suddenly both Max and Daniel's eyes were drawn to the knocking on his drivers room door and as Daniel swung the door open, there you stood, with that same smile that made Max weak at the knees every single time he saw it. 

“You looking for Max?” Daniel tipped his head in the direction of Max, now scrambling to get up off the floor, as Daniel began to take a step back, moving out of the way for Max, Before your hand wrapping around his bicep stopped him

“No, no, actually, I was looking for you.” 

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I’m glad to see that you guys have enjoyed part 1! With that being said, here is part two! Make sure to read PART 1 beforehand instead of Chapter One as I have added a lot more to it! Enjoy!

Warning: ANGST & Friends with Benefits.

PART 2: PUP (COLBY BROCK x READER)

The next morning, you both woke up in the trunk of Colby’s car, where you had fallen asleep the morning before, you squinted your eyes shut as the sun shined brightly into the rear window. You looked over at Colby who was still asleep and smiled remembering the events from the night before, you truly didn’t regret a thing, apart from maybe not telling him that you were a virgin.

Before you knew it, Colby’s eyes were open and looking up at you, looking at him. You quickly looked away and he chuckled ‘watching me sleep, bunny?” He asked.

You tried to play it innocent, ‘we have to get back. I gotta get home to film.’

‘Wait’ he said dominantly, pulling you closer to him and kissing you passionately ‘Now say good morning’ He instructed.

‘Good morning’ You said, following his instructions.

‘Good Girl, Good morning’ he replied back before looking deeply into your eyes ‘You’re so beautiful’ He said before rubbing his hands over your shoulders and handing you your clothes from the morning before ‘Get dressed and I’ll take you home’ He added, doing so himself.

You got dressed, instantly wanting to get home to shower and put on something more comfortable than a dress.

Eventually, the two of you were up front and he passed you your phone to put music into. You noticed your notifications

Kris: Where are you and Colby?

Celina: Don’t tell me you were taken by the ghosts?

Kris: We’re genuinely worried, please reply.

Celina: Y/N?

Alongside 15 missed calls 5 from Celina, 10 from Kris.

‘They’re worried about us’ You told Colby who chuckled, the sound filling the car.

It was contagious so you also started laughing before replying

Y/N: Hey! Everything’s okay, just grabbed food late last night because I hadn’t eaten and we fell asleep in the car, on our way now.

Kris: FELL ASLEEP? RIGHT.

Celina: IN THE CAR?!

Kris: They totally did it right?

Celina: Yeah, totally.

Kris: DID YOU?

Y/N: …

Celina: OH MY GOD

Kris: Tell us everything! Our Y/N isn’t a virgin anymore.

Y/N: I will fill you guys in on everything later!

You replied, Colby holding your freehand, you looked over at him with the biggest smile.

Before you knew it, the two of you were back at Celina’s

‘I had a good night’ You admitted, looking over at him.

‘Me too, I’ll see you again soon.’ He told you before leaning in for another kiss before you got out of the car.

Sam was ready to go home so they headed off straight away, after saying their goodbyes of course.

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You went to the toilet before having a shower, and you had noticed blood when you wiped and realised it was because you ‘popped your cherry’ you had a shower, scrubbing your body and then getting ready for the day and changing into the hoodie that Colby had given you to wear as well as a pair of leggings that you had brought with you, knowing you’d be sleeping over.

As soon as you got out, Kris and Celina were at the door, wanting to know about what happened last night and so you filled them in on every detail.

‘I’m so proud of you! I’ve always shipped you and Colby personally’ Kris admitted, glad that you had lost your virginity to the right person.

‘I second that’s Celina said in agreement, before adding ‘But you should have told him you were a virgin’

You nodded ‘I know, I just didn’t want to ruin the moment’

They understood, but you came to the conclusion that you would have to tell him.

After talking, you went home and noticed a message from Colby, you both having swapped numbers last night when you were talking.

Colby: We only just met but like, you’re pretty fucking dope and that’s terrifying, cause I keep getting hurt but I am happy and I am happy ‘cause I was with you. just laying there wondering if kissing you was right, I was so nervous, I’m never nervous I’m scared that because we click so well, you’ll be able to hurt me so well.

You looked at the message, your heart fluttering at the words.

Colby: You curled up into me and I felt your emotions swallow mine, and I felt how vulnerable you were and how scared but comfortable at the same time you were, and I just wanted to hide you away from the world, and hide you away from everything that hurts. I wanted to hide you away from me.

You kept reading the messages as they came through, not knowing how to reply. You had never made anyone feel like this before, and you had never felt this way about anyone before and you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know the right way to respond, seeing him so vulnerable through the messages made you fearful of losing this connection.

Colby: You and I curled up into one being, and there was more intimacy in our fingertips than sex could ever give. This is above terrifying, It’s like next level shit hahahahaha

You swooned at that, although you guys had eventually lead to sex that night, he was right. The sexual tension was there since the start, since holding hands and even since the very first time you guys had met.

Y/N: I really like you, Colby. But I’m so scared of getting hurt and I’ve never really done this before, I don’t know what the right thing is to say.

You admitted trying to match how vulnerable he was being, you owed him that much.

Colby: That’s why I wanted to hide you away from me, ‘Cause if I can understand you, then I know how to hurt you. I already know how to hurt you.

That sentence scared you, deeply. But you couldn’t stay away you wanted to be his puppy, you wanted to be his doormat.

Y/N: You’re a writer, truly. I never would have thought anyone would feel this way about me, and here you are.

Colby: High Colby is a writer apparently. If we’re doing this, can we do this slowly spend the time making sure the vibe stays strong. Like, really just do this properly. Be friends first before anything else ‘Cause we haven’t hung out, or just done our hobbies, and I wanna make sure that shit slaps too. Fuuuuuuck I should have spoken to you about this when I wasn’t high, this is complicated AF.

You laughed at the ending of that, and shook your head. Truly, feeling all giddy.

Colby: Talking sober is hard, cause the feelings all blend together.

You let him finish typing before replying

Y/N: I agree, I want to take our time and truly develop our friendship and who we are as people together before doing this. I don’t want to ruin this connection that we have, you’re far too important to me now.

You wanted to say that you were a virgin, but you were so scared you’d ruin this, so you didn’t.

-

A few days passed, You and Colby hadn’t seen each other, despite you wanting more attention from him.

You were hanging out with Adelaine today, the two of you were going into the city and doing some Christmas Shopping. It was the first time you had seen her since Vlogmas Day One and now it was Vlogmas Day Four.

‘Hey Guy’s! What’s up It’s Y/N!’ You spoke into your camera, ‘It’s Vlogmas Day Four! And Today Adelaine and I are going into the city to do some Christmas shopping and I think Adelaine wants to do this Tik-Tok trend, so we might make some Tik-Tok’s’ You chuckled.

When you picked up Adelaine the two of you sat in the car for a bit, as Adelaine showed you what Tik-Tok trends she wanted to create that day, both of your cameras were rolling when she showed you the trend where people would be dressed up in loungewear with the song put your head on my shoulder and then it would change into the song streets and the person would be wearing sexy clothing and turn the lights off, leaving a silhouette of themselves. You got into the trend, knowing that Colby would love to see you do that and so you nodded your head ‘Hell yes!’ You grinned, until she swiped to the next video the name reading ‘Colby Brock’ and he was with another girl, you read the time stamp ‘2 days ago’ and your grin disappeared, your heart started to race as you watched the events unfold on the screen- it took two seconds for your heart to be completely shattered.

You knew you couldn’t cry because Adelaine would instantly know and you’d have to tell her your secret, you couldn’t lose your best friend so you tried to hold your emotions in, as best as you could.

‘Isn’t Colby, so hot?’ Adelaine asked.

You instantly broke down, you could no longer breath, you took Adelaines phone and went into his Tik-Tok seeing multiple videos of the two of them, including one where they did the ‘two best friends in a room they might kiss, yes we will’ and then they made out on Camera, this was the one that broke you the most.

‘Y/N?’ Adelaine asked, seeing your face turn red and your eyes brimming with tears.

‘What’s going on?’ She asked, concern in her voice. You gave her back her phone as you held your head in your lap, bringing your knees to your chest and rocking back and forth.

‘I can’t, I can’t’ you repeated over and over again.

Adelaine held you, letting you cry it out.

After calming down, you had found the girls instagram ‘Amber Scholl’ and dm’d her about it, wanting to hear the truth from her.

Y/N: Hey, Sorry to bother you. My name is Y/N and I am kinda seeing Colby, I saw the videos on his Tik-Tok and I just wanted to ask if you guys were still together?

Amber: What? Yeah we are… What do you mean you’re kinda seeing my boyfriend?

Y/N: We slept together a few nights ago, and he told me he really liked me, he said he just wanted to be friends for now though.

Amber: Oh my gosh! Thank you for letting me know… I can’t believe he’d do this to me…

Y/N: I’m sorry I had to break the news to you.

Amber: I just talked to him about it and he apologised to me and said it was the biggest mistake he had ever made, sorry girl.

-

‘I can’t believe him!’ She shrieked when you finally told your best friend of seven years, everything.

‘I’m sorry I kept it all a secret for so long’ You tried, she just shook her head.

‘I get it, I’m just glad that you told me now’ you were so relieved to hear her say that.

You pulled her in for a hug, and decided to message Kris and Celina about everything when you saw a message from Colby

Colby: Hey Bunny, did you want to come watch a movie with me this weekend?

You couldn’t believe that he was asking you out on a date when he was clearly already with someone else, you ignored his message although it was obviously seen.

Colby: Leaving me on seen?

He asked after a few minutes, your emotions started to get more intense and you were more likely to react so you called the group chat between Kris and Celina and told them everything, to say they were pissed off alongside you would be an understatement but they were also really happy that you had told Adelaine and so the four of you had planned to have a sleep over later that night to get your mind off everything.

You and Adelaine still went into the city, and you carried on with your day as if nothing had happened, you even still wanted to do that trend, more so just to rub it in Colby’s face.

You went Christmas shopping and then went to the store to buy snacks for the sleep over before going home, recording everything in the process. You all decided to turn it into a Secret Santa as well, and you had gotten Celina and decided to get her a mug that had ‘Spooky Boo’ written on it, obviously left over from Halloween but as that was her username you knew she’d love it.

The sleepover was going amazing, you had done the secret santa gift exchange- Celina loved her gift and Adelaine had gotten you and bought you some weed, knowing you’d need it after everything you went through earlier that day, You had ordered Taco Bell for dinner and were watching Mean Girls and doing facials, just a bit of self-care when there was a knock on the door.

Celina went to answer it as the sleepover was at her house, and you instantly knew the voice especially when he walked past her despite her saying ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea-‘ of course he didn’t listen.

Colby was at Celina’s house, standing in the hallway and just staring at you whilst you had a green face. You were annoyed that he was crashing the sleepover but even more so that he had the upper hand seeing you in a face mask.

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked him, annoyed.

‘I wanted to see you, and I could tell from your snapchat that you were here’ He explained, ‘What did I do wrong?’ He asked you.

This truly made your blood boil.

‘’Cause I found out that you held her’ You yelled at him, having enough of the constant lying and playing the victim, gaslighting.

‘What?’ He asked, confused.

‘I found out that you held her!’ You said louder.

‘Who?’ He was still playing dumb.

‘I found out that you held her in your arms when she told me’ You said, why should you say her name. He should just know.

‘Amber?’ He asked you

‘I’m trying to be the big person in this, but you’re sorry to her and she feels like it’ You spoke loudly as you walked up to him.

‘I hate all your songs!’ You said remembering how you both met.

‘I hate all your clothes!’ You said throwing the XLPR hoodie at him that still smelt like him.

‘I hate all your girlfriends! And I hate how you moan!’ You groaned.

‘Even if you were lying, I STILL had my fun.’ You admitted.

‘Oh, Oh even if you two fucked, I still had my fun!’ You yelled, you swore you wouldn’t cry in front of him so you ran upstairs, Kris and Adelaine following you both giving Colby death glares.

‘I think it’s better if you just leave’ Celina told him, Colby was obviously one of Celina’s best friends but so were you and this was your time with her, ‘You really hurt her Colby, she was a virgin.’ She told him.

Colby instantly felt bad, but he couldn’t believe that you hadn’t told him that ‘I didn’t know…’ He whispered, looking up the stairs.

‘Just… tell her I’m sorry’ He tried, before walking out of the door. Sam had been standing away from the door but listening into everything.

‘You aren’t going to tell them the truth?’ Sam asked, Amber was Colby’s ex and she had found out Colby was seeing someone new and so she posted a drafted video of the two of them, in fact all of the videos that you had seen that day were all drafts.

‘She’s really hurt’ Colby sighed, ‘Apparently Amber told her I apologised to her.’

‘Amber is lying-‘ Sam tried, Colby just shook his head and walked back to the car.

You looked out of the window seeing Colby and Sam get in and drive off, you instantly started crying again.

‘If the garden were smaller, I’d imagine you’d want me.’ You thought outloud, you saw Amber’s body and you knew your bodies looked so different, maybe her body was better… smaller.

-

You hated Colby for what he did to you, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him, you felt so dumb for missing him. It had been one full week since your sleepover at Celina’s and you had just put yourself into your work, into your Vlogmas videos. It was hard to film but your fans were counting on you to post daily so you did.

You still wanted to be Colby’s puppy, you still wanted your head in his lap, you wanted him to scold you if only to hear him speak. You truly would do anything for him and you knew just how bad this was for you. But still, you waited for him to reach out to you, but he never did. You could imagine the two of you doing things that only lovers do and wondered if he did too, but then you were painfully reminded that he already had a girlfriend to do those things with.

And so you turned to weed, and got absolutely greened out, you also drank almost a full bottle of tequila to yourself, hurting. It might have seemed stupid but the two of you had the strongest connection, and you couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else. You cried your eyes out and went live, yep you went live.

‘Hey guys, sorry I’m sorry…’ You started.

Your fans started to come in fast, almost reaching 5k views in less then 5 minutes.

‘I need to tell you the truth about something’

You also saw comments rolling in

User1234: What is going on? Are you okay?

User:2345: y/n is so pretty!

User:3456: Is she drunk?

Colby Brock: Don’t do this, I’ll call you.

You saw his message and instantly your heart fluttered, he could still do that to you even after this and before you could say anything else Colby was written across the screen, he was in fact calling you.

‘Y/N, Can I come over and explain?’ He asked, you sighed. Hearing his voice was truly all that you needed, and at that point you didn’t care if he had a girlfriend you needed to feel him against your skin, you needed him to hold you.

‘Please?’ He begged, his voice making your heart skip a beat.

‘Yes, please.’ You said as you started crying, hard.

You told him your address and with that he was on his way to you and you were back on live, but you turned it off and switched your phone off, waiting for him to arrive.

-

I’m actually low-key proud of this! Also Next song will be Eat It Too and it’ll be much more wholesome I promise!

[shyanddreamy]

Some things never change

Niragi Suguru x Reader

Summary: You knew what you were doing by teasing Niragi like that. Consequences never felt so good.

Warnings: dirty talk, smut, blowjob, vaginal sex, slight degradation, unprotected sex, tease, praise, slight fluff.

Author´s note: First of all, this is an independent post, so you can read this as a one shot. But if you want more context, you can check my other aib posts. I hope you like it and thanks for all the love <3

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The Borderlands could be a nightmare, but The Beach wasn´t that bad. More and more people were arriving every day and the party never ended. Alcohol, drugs, sex and music too loud were the only things that mattered there. Everyone was trying to have the time of their lives in case they had to face death soon. The Militants wanted the same thing, but they also enjoyed the fact that every single person at The Beach was, at least, a bit scared of them. If they wanted to live peacefully, they knew they shouldn´t get involved with neither of them. That´s why you used to hang out together away from the rest.

You walked toward them as they were sitting around a table playing a kind of drinking game. A few Militants were into the swimming pool too.

"Hello there", you greeted them. When you came closer enough, you sat on Niragi´s lap without hesitate. Just in time to take a shot away from him and drink it all yourself. "God. I need it"

Four people came with you. That night you didn´t have any loss. 

"How was the game?", someone asked you. You felt Niragi´s hands over your thighs and you made yourself more comfortable over him.

"Pretty easy", you answered after taking a second shot.

"Huh? So why are you injured?", Niragi added. You only had a wound, a small cut in your cheek.

"To make it more exciting"

 "You should disinfect it anyway", one of the girls suggested. "I have…"

She shut up as Niragi slipped his tongue over your wound.

"Done", he said, smirking. The bewildered and disgusted looks of the others made that grimace wider. You couldn´t help but burst out laughing.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?", one of them asked.

"You should know what other things Niragi can do with his tongue", you said.

"Ew, nope, thanks"

"Huh? Would you rather know what I can do with mine?", and this time, the man doubted for a few seconds until he met Niragi´s murderous gaze.

"No. Of course not"

"That´s what I was thinking", Niragi declared, adding some tension to the atmosphere.

"So… are we gonna keep playing or what? I can´t wait to get drunk", you noted before taking another shot. "Or get drunker, I suppose"

You enjoyed the night for almost one hour before you found a better distraction. You had been in Niragi´s lap all along with his hands shifting between your hips, your thighs, and your lower back. And when you noticed his boner, you started to tease him by rubbing your ass against his bulge covertly. First came the kisses in your neck, getting wetter gradually. Secondly were his fingers trying to press against your core. When you finally tilted your head to him, sharing a wrathful kiss, you knew it was time for you two to leave the party.

The Militants didn´t asked any questions when you barely said goodbye and walked towards the resort. They were already used to this type of behaviour in both.

"Those crazy assholes. They are out of their fucking minds"

"For sure they are", the girl next to him nodded. "But next time you are in doubt about whether you want to know how Y/N uses his tongue or not, Niragi will kill you"

Niragi and you weren´t in a close relationship, not even in a relationship. You knew each other since he was in his senior year at high school. And the bonds developed between you two had grown and evolved over the years. In The Beach, most people thought you were friends with benefits or a couple open-minded, but actually you never labelled your relationship. Maybe you just were a pair of freaks who had stuck together.

You went to his dorm because it was slightly bigger than yours. After all, he was the number two in the Militants´ chain of command and you were, luckily for Last Boss, number four after him. You were sure it was due to his katana. He seemed cooler than a crazy bitch trigger-happy who could kill you without batting an eyelid.

"You can´t stop bothering me, right?", Niragi complained, locking the door after him.

"You were the one who wanted me in his lap"

"And what did you expect me to do? You wanted me to fuck you in front of all those jerks?"

"Would you have?"

Niragi chuckled and sticked his tongue out lewdly. He put you closer to him and bit your lower lip before saying:

"You are such a whore"

"I thought you were my bitch instead", you contradicted him. His pierced tongue millimeters from your face.

"Yeah, you wish"

Despite your attempt to catch his lips, he turned around and walked away from you towards the bathroom.

"You need to heal your wound first"

"You have already done it"

"With something other than my saliva", he added.

You sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come back with alcohol and cotton wool. Niragi even kneeled between your legs to healing you and you had to restrain yourself from telling him how sweet he was. Most people at The Beach thought he was a monster, and indeed he was, but only with you, Niragi could be nice and gentle sometimes.

You couldn´t remember how many times you had healed each other wounds. Like that time when Aguni beat the shit out of him for almost killing two guys for looking him in what Niragi thought was the wrong way. You stood between them, so Aguni beat you up too and shared the punishment. But through the years, you had also healed yours psychological wounds. You still remembered his tears running down his cheeks when he was just a teenager bullied by his classmates and you were his sole support. And when you stood by his side and helped him overcome his insecurities and traumas. You hardly ever talked about that time, but the memories were still there.

And there you were now. One second you were in Shibuya and the other you were in a strange new world in which you were free to do whatever you wanted to do.

"It´s done", he said back on his feet. "I told you not to die out there. So, you'd better be more careful next time"

"It´s just a cut"

"Don´t care"

You got up from the bed, switched positions and pushed him so now he was the one lying on the bed as you were kneeling between his legs.

"Would you miss me if I die?"

"I will hate your guts"

"Yeah, what I said, you would miss me"

You unbuttoned his black shirt slowly under his lustful gaze. You slid it down his arms and admired his naked chest, caressing his skin with your hands. You couldn´t help but kiss and lick his neck and his shoulders too. He gasped quietly in response.

"How could you be so damn hot", you said. "You are fucking perfect"

"Enough with the praise", he complained, although you knew how much he liked it.

"So, you don´t want me to tell you what a good boy you are?"

"I´m gonna bury myself in you and fuck you death if you do"

You widely smiled at his threat. You never got tired of teasing him, and neither did he. Indeed, you could never get tired of this man. You couldn´t even imagine your life without him.

"Aw, you are always so aware of what I exactly want", you said with a singsong voice. Niragi chuckled, an aroused grin on his face. "But I´m gonna take my time with you first"

You unbuckled his belt before lower the zip of his pants. His boner was prominent. You had become addicted to his cock since the beginning. You got rid of his clothes, letting him completely naked in front of you. God, he was gorgeous.

"Don´t make my wait more"

"Pretty eager, aren´t we?"

"Y/N…", his voice sounded like a warning.

"I am in control, Suguru. So shut the fuck up"

Niragi sat up in one swift movement and grabbed you by the hair, forcing your head up for you to look directly into his eyes. He was pissed off, so you had succeeded in teasing him to his limit.

"I´m done with this stupid game, Y/N", he grumbled. "I want my dick in your mouth right now or I´ll do it myself. Understood?"

You licked your lips and nodded slightly. Shivers were running through your body to your core.

"You just had to ask"

You licked the pre-cum on his tip and curled your tongue around it before taking it all. Niragi moaned loudly and with his hand in your hair he forced your head further down. You swallowed him and did your best to not gag around his dick no matter how deep in your throat he was.

"Fuck. Just like that", he complimented you as you started bobbing your head up and down. Although he guided you for a bit, Niragi let you go at your own pace. "Always so good to me, Y/N. And that jerk wanted to know how you use your tongue. Tsk, I´m gonna kill him"

"Or maybe I could show him my skills some time", you said after taking his dick out of your mouth to catch your breath. You were just teasing. Again. And Niragi laughed out loud.

"I would gladly cum in your throat. But if you want to let them know what a slut you are, I´m going to make your dreams come true"

He stood up before forcing you back to your feet. Suddenly, he pushed you towards the desk, roughly pushing aside the things on it. He made you lean forward until your chest was against the table and he was placed behind you. In front of you was the window from which you could see the people partying down there. You flushed, aware that if they looked up, they might see you. It was not such a remote possibility. Niragi wasted no time before stripping you. It was a fairly straightforward task given that you wore just a bikini.

"That´s better for you, right, princess?", he asked while rubbing his tip against your folds. "Fuck, you´re so wet. Maybe I open the window so everyone can hear you screaming my name. You would like it?"

"No", you mumbled. "But please, Niragi…"

"Please, what?"

"Stop torturing me"

"Huh? What do you want then?"

"I want you", you answered, moaning as you felt his tip pressing slightly against your entrance. "I need you inside me, please, Niragi"

"After what you have done, you deserve nothing from me, Y/N", he grumbled. "But this time, I´m going to be good with you"

You screamed out loud when you felt his dick plunge down inside you and stretching your walls all at once. Without giving you a break, Niragi grabbed you by the hair and forced your head up. His lips near your ear gave you goosebumps.

"I said good, but not nice"

You couldn´t see him, but you knew he was smiling arrogantly. That damn smile that could make you tremble every time you saw it.

He kept your head forward as he thrust his hips toward you so all you could see was the people down there. The sound of his pelvis hitting against your ass along with his low groans and your moans were all you could listen at. His pace was brutal, as if he had been holding himself back for hours. And all you could do was let him use you. You didn´t want it in any other way.

"Doesn´t matter how many times I fuck you", he growled. "You are always so tight and desperate for my cock like the first time"

"The first time, you were also pretty desperate", you said. "And you still are now too"

Niragi smirked at your words.

"Can you blame me? Your cunt is addictive"

That was your time to smirk.

"The feeling is mutual", you added.

"Yeah? I thought you wanted all of them", he replied, referring to the people partying outside. You moaned loudly when his thrusts became faster and deeper, and his hand went to your clit. The other was still grabbing you by the hair tightly.

"Fuck, Niragi", you whimpered. "This bad, I only want you"

"I know, babe", he muttered, smiling softly.

Suddenly, waves of pleasure took over your body. At this point, you were such a mess.

"I´m near", you cried.

"Wait for me, baby, I´m close too", he begged you, although his tone of voice was more like a command.

Niragi went as fast as he could, pounding against that sweet spot that made you tremble. You weren´t sure if you could restrain yourself for much longer, but you were trying your best for him.

"You want me to fill you up?", he asked, knowing in advance what your answer would be. Niragi only wanted to hear it directly from your lips.

"Yeah, please. I really want it"

"Huh? Nobody fills you up well?"

"I don´t let those assholes cum inside of me", you answered between moans. You couldn't take it anymore. "You know you are the only one who can do it. So please, Niragi, I want to feel you deep inside me"

You had barely finished speaking when you felt a rush and shivers down your spine made you tremble. Your orgasm finally rocked your body as you screamed Niragi´s name. Your last words begging him to cum inside you along with the way your walls tightened his dick were enough to took him over the edge too.

"Damn it, I fucking love you, Y/N"

You felt his hot load painting your inside and you gasp at the sensation. Your body was still twitching and it didn´t take long before you felt Niragi collapse over you. His bared and sweaty chest against your back while you both tried to catch your breaths. If there was a heaven, it has to be just like that.

After a few minutes, your lazy gaze went to the people partying down there, dancing around the swimming pool yet.

"Do you think they have seen anything?"

"For sure", he nodded. "They will have seen your pretty face moaning and me behind you fucking you dumb"

You chuckled in response.

"I like how it sounds"

After cleaned yourself up, you lay down on the bed using Niragi´s chest as a pillow. His fingertips were caressing your still naked body and you raised your head to catch his lips in a soft and slow kiss. When you looked him at the eyes, you couldn´t help but smile at his warm gaze. No matter if you were at the Borderlands or at any other place, when you were with Niragi, you felt like home. He was your home.

"Some things never change, right?", you asked him. "You keep saying you love me before cumming"

"Shut up", he complained. However, it was something that he had done in your first time and in a lot of times after it. He couldn´t help it. "I don't know why it surprises you. It´s not like you don´t love me too"

"Yeah, you´re right", you mumbled. "I do love you, Suguru. And I always will"

You weren´t very emotional. But even though you didn´t often say out loud how much you cared for each other, you knew you both did.

"By the way, remember that blonde girl you couldn´t bang a few nights ago?", you suddenly asked him. "I got in her pants yesterday. She´s mine now"

"Fucking lucky", he complained. "I´m gonna steal from you the next person you have your eyes on"

"Yeah? So I was thinking about taking Chishiya to my dorm next time"

"You must be kidding me", he said. "Or maybe you have hit your head in the game or something like that"

You slightly laughed at his words. Actually, you weren´t talking seriously, you had only said Chishiya´s name because you knew how much Niragi hated him. But maybe it could be interesting; something to try some day.

"Do you think we will ever go home?"

"Why would I want to return to the real world?", he asked. "This place is fucking amazing"

"Yeah, I like it too", you assured him. "As long as I´m with you"

"We will. Forever", he said. "I´m not going anywhere without you, Y/N. And I don’t plan to let you go either"

"Nothing can tear us apart", you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. You smiled warmly as you felt his lips pressing against your forehead fondly.

"You´re right, love. We are indestructible"

[awriterinthenight]

"I'm Lockwood" -Anthony Lockwood

requested by: anonymous

words: 1420

warnings: none really just Lockwood staring a lot, oh and I added that the reader can like see little memories with her ability just add a bit to the character

I let out a deep breath before approaching 35 Portland Row.

I'd spent all day looking for a smaller agency to join due to personal reasons, but all of them rejected me because either I wasn't reputable enough and they didn't want someone that could potentially get their agency in trouble. Or, if the agency was willing to accept me, the agency had a not so good reputation, and as much as I need a job, I also like living.

I knocked on the door three times, and waited as a boy in glasses and frazzled hair asked, "You here about the job."

I nodded my head, "Yes, I was told on the phone I was being interviewed by someone Lockwood, are you him?" I asked politely.

He just scoffed saying, "No, but you probably won't stay long enough to learn my name. Come on, come inside, the last person should be out in a minute or two."

I followed him inside the house. The inside was...well...interesting, but not in a bad way. I quite liked its randomness and the chaos that seemed to flow.

I was too busy admiring the house, so when a girl ran past me screaming, I was very caught off guard. I made a face, knitting my brows together turning towards the boy, "If being an agent doesn't work out she would do well as being an actress for horror movies with the scream she has," I say, looking at the door she just ran through.

He seems to just roll his eyes, trying to hide his small smile at my comment. He walks into the room where a girl and another guy I'm pretty sure is Lockwood, "Alright, last one," the boy with glasses says, as he sits and gets comfortable in an armchair.

The guy turned around and looked at me standing in the doorway, "Hi, I'm Lockwood, why don't you take a seat and we can start the interview," he said gesturing to the couch.

I sat down watching him as he also took a seat in front of me. He smiled at me before turning towards the girl leaning against the wall, "Lucy, why don't you make us some tea and grab some more biscuits," he asks.

Before Lucy can leave the boy with glasses stops her, "Woah, why do we have to waste more tea bags and biscuits. I reckon she's a bolter anyway," he snarks.

Lockwood sighs saying, "At least give her the benefit of the doubt and pop the kettle on," he tells Lucy and the other boy, before turning towards me. He looks at me for a second, as if unable to speak or find words, before clearing his throat, "Alright, so I assume you have up to your 4th grade," he asks as just a formality.

I nod, "I have all my stuff right here," I say grabbing the folder containing my stuff out of my bag, "But, I don't have a recommendation letter. Things at my other agency ended quickly and quite unpleasantly. I hope that won't affect whether I get the job or not, will it?" I ask a bit nervous.

He smiles again, looking up at me through his eyelashes, "I can assure that will not compromise your chance of getting the job. You seem quite impressive. Won a few fencing competitions I see," he says looking through my folder.

I shrug, "I'm good with a rapier I guess," I say, trying to not sound too pretentious.

He just smirks, setting down the folder, "So what is your talent, George's talent is touch, mine's sight, and Lucy's is her hearing," he says, as Lucy walks back in with our tea. I grab a cup, and out of the corner of my eye I can see Lockwood still looking at me.

"Touch mostly, I can touch something, and then get a picture of the person the object is connected to, or a memory, and sometimes if its strong enough I can hear it," I answer, explaining my talent a bit more.

"Well we can always use another person with the talent of touch," he says, "Now, I know this might seem strange, but I don't believe in hiring an agent based on recommendations. I like to see their talent in person, so if you could tell me what you feel or see when you touch each object I'll think you'll do just fine." He hands me an object covered by a cloth. He removes the cloth revealing a pocket knife, "Now what do you feel or see," he asks, placing it in my hands. When he does they briefly graze mine, making his face turn pink a bit, but he tries to hide it.

I hold on to it as I start to feel a happy feeling. I can see what looks like a man hunting, but he's smiling the whole time. I open my eyes to see Lockwood looking at me softly. When I notice he starts to stumble over his words, "So, umm... so what did you feel or see," he asks a bit frantically, as he takes the knife back.

"I felt a happy feeling, I could see what looked like a man hunting, but he seemed like he was in his happy place," I say, trying to hide my smile from Lockwood's actions.

He smiles back at me, "Perfect," he says looking at me, "This belonged to my uncle. He loved hunting, before he died of a stroke, but he was always happy hunting." He grabs the next object and opens the case, "Now what about this," he asks, handing me the object, this time seeming to purposefully graze my hand this time, making me have to try not to blush.

I take the watch but it feels different from the other one. This one is full of death and horror. I throw the watch onto the table, shocked from its intense feeling. "Why would you make me hold that, especially in a job interview," I say, frazzled from what I just felt.

Lockwood seems to try to look for words, "It's just part of the process, I swear you won't feel anything as horrible as that," he says calmly putting his hand on top of mine.

I lean forward again nodding, "Alright then, what's the next item," I ask, wanting to speed up this interview.

He uncovers what looks like a skull in a jar. He looks at me a little too long before saying, "I promise you this one will be fine," he assures me.

I put my hand on the jar and try to feel something. All I get is what sounds like mumbles and the feeling of discontent, which isn't unusual from the dead. "Just mumbling, and like every other spirit, doesn't want to be dead," I say looking back at Lockwood, who's already looking at me.

"Alright, just one last one then the jobs yours," he says, uncovering the last item, a toothbrush holder. I give him a weird look making him smile and look a bit flustered.

I grab it, but I feel nothing. There's no feeling, no words, no memories. I open my eyes, "There's nothing," I say, placing the cup down harder than I mean to. Across from me George starts to laugh.

"What's he laughing at," I ask confused.

Lockwood sighs, keeping up his smile, "Well I should hope you don't feel anything, this is just a normal toothbrush cup," he tells me lightly. But I don't take it that way.

I scoff, "I thought this was supposed to be professional, but clearly it is not," I say standing up, "I'm leaving." This causes Lockwood to stand up quickly catching my arm.

"Wait, just hear me out," he says, and I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt, "Its just to make sure you're telling the truth. Most people lie about it. We never meant to upset you, so if you still want the job it's yours," he asks, still holding on to my arm.

I sigh, "Fine, I'll take the job, but no more dumb shenanigans like that, or I will leave," I warn him.

He looks at his hand holding my arm before removing it, turning a slight shade of pink, and starting his sentence stumbling over a few words, "Of course, no more jokes, and the job is yours," he says sincerely.

I just nod, saying, "Good."

"Good," is all he says in response.

[letters2won]

GOOD 4 U!

03; Bewitched

Your legs bounces up and down as the realization hits you.

You’re not a regretful person. You don’t regret accidentally taking a raccoon home instead of your beloved dog or how you showed a Jacob Elordi edit in front of your English class when you meant to present your presentation on “The Outsiders”.

But fake dating? not your smartest idea…

You have to be crazy for suggesting it. You have to be even crazier to agree to it. But what do you expect from a down bad admirer and a girl who wishes to move on?

The adored cat-like boy sitting across from you, felt his hands get sweaty. He knows you’re here to lay out some ground rules, but this was basically a date in his eyes!

You two sat in awkward silence, unsure on how to start the conversation. “Can’t believe your ex hates my guts… I'm just a silly little guy!” he joked out and you let a giggle slip out.

After that small joke he made, you guys were able to relax and have a smooth conversation. Jungwon even managed to started a debate on how cats were better than dogs.

“You’re literally betraying your own dog right now!” you said through fits of giggles. He was laughing alongside you as he ate the shared cake you guys got.

Soon after you two were full off of sweets and had calmed down, deciding it was best to start the rules as you see the sun setting.

“How should we go about this..?” he began, trying to hide his excitement.

You pondered for a minute before responding, “Rule number one! Don’t fall in love!”

Jungwon's smile falters a little before he proceeds to roll his eyes, “Seriously? Am I not your type?” he teased.

“Maybe if you were Choso..” you seriously considered and he glared at you.

“Of course you’re a Jujutsu Kaisen fan.. it all makes sense now.”

“HEY?!”

You huffed and then continued, “Oh another one! Rule number two, we hold hands and give each cheek kisses to make it believable!”

Jungwon's eyes widened. He only ever imagined giving you small pecks of kisses, he can’t believe his manifestations are coming true right now. You on the other hand can’t believe you really came up with that. Feeling embarrassed, you moved on rather quickly.

“Oh! I got one! Rule number three, only our close friends will know the truth.”

“Do we have to let them in on our plans..” he mumbled.

“Well yea! I suck at lying, I even got a whole medal at home for being the worst liar in school!” which you stated a little too proudly. He should’ve questioned that but he didn’t, instead he gave you a love sick smile and sighed dreamily, “You’re so talented…”

“Rule number four, We go on dates every friday or saturday!”

Jungwon added on, “We should also always go to each events..” and you weighed the pros and cons of that. For a second, you almost forgot that this was your student council president that was going along with everything that you were saying.

He plays such an important role for the school yet here you are dragging him into your little petty revenge plan on your ex without an incentive.

“Jungwon, what do you want to benefit from this? I feel kind of selfish for only thinking about my side of the plan..”

He let out a hum before giving you his famous dimpled smile which has you bewitched. “I want to spend more time with you in all of this.”

There it is again, that funny feeling. Something about Jungwon is making your heart do somersaults and cartwheels. You’re still confused about what's happening and tried to push it aside. You never felt like this with your ex so why now?

You cleared your throat after realizing you were staring at him with a dumbfounded look for a good moment, “O-oh okay! Easy peasy!”

He let out a breathy laugh as you tried acting nonchalant, shifting in your seat feeling your face get hot. “Moving on! For the last rule…hm.” You two started thinking hard, almost felt like your thinking caps were going to explode any second now.

You gasped and gave him a wide smile, “ Rule number five, every Thursday you watch the new Jujutsu Kaisen episode with me.” He gave you a deadpanned look.

“I’m not watching Jujutsu Kaisen with you.”

“Please! None of my friends wants to watch or hear my thoughts and since you’re my soon to be boyfriend you have to tune in to my rant sessions about them!” you rambled on, giving him those expecting wide eyes.

Jungwon was gone. He had officially lost it. Soon to be boyfriend? Yeah, he’s agreeing with everything you're saying from now on.

“I’ll do anything you ask me from now on queen!”

Oh boy… he is down bad.

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SYNOPSIS in which you’re DEFINITELY not upset that your ex moved on really easily (spoiler alert: you are!). Yang Jungwon, the student council president is glad your ex moved on because it’s time for him to shoot his shot (just not in the way he wanted.. a win is a win in his book!)

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[kikiswriting7]

Take a Chance ✵ JJK ✵ MYG - 4

✵ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✵Summary: Y/N just move across the world to start her University. She is paired with a roommate who is complete social butterfly and makes a bet, Y/N needs to take more chances. And at the hint of her new found friend, her social and romantic life take a dramatic turn.

✵Tags/Warnings: Smut, College AU, red flag, sexual tension. angst, dirty talking, drinking, friends with benefits, full of cliches, friends to lover, temptation

✵Notes: Hello! Sorry it took a bit longer than imagined! I am also writing my bachelor thesis together with this and its a whole lot of words hahahah Anyway hope you enjoy it and if you want to be added to the tag list please sign up on this link! (You must be over 18 ;) )

lots of love, Kiki

CHAPTER 3 - ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL

Jin is screaming at the TV as we play the video game he so desperately begged to play. "Seriously!? How can you be this good?! It's not fair! You said you never played it before!" He quickly restarts the game from the point where I finished, and he didn’t. I shrug it off, smirking. We've been playing every other day together, either through calls or him coming over. Normally, we play some co-op game where we can team up against what we swear are young boys, who we are sure are screaming behind every elimination point we get. But today, he wanted to try this new Mario game where we need to complete the courses against each other.

“What can I do if you keep falling over?” I say with a straight face and a side-eye when he restarts the same level we have been trying to finish for the past two and a half hours.

Jimin, sprawled on the couch next to us and entertained by his phone, just laughs off the misery of his friend, earning him a fast shush.

“Ahhh, shiiiiish,” he says, taking a deep breath before pressing play again. “You know, I think we finally found someone who's good at winning. I bet she’s better than JK….” Jimin says to no one in particular. But the one he was talking about, equally sprawled in a corner, is quick to glance his friend’s way.

“I would bet my chips on you, Dice,” Jimin says, poking my leg with the tip of his foot. The nickname, unfortunately, stuck. Not because I liked it, but because they thought it was hilarious—such a random word for a nickname. Gabi proved her point for the nickname not too many nights ago when we were at a bar and I refused to do more shots with her.

The nudge delivered by Jimin was enough to lose my timing and jump wrong, letting Jin follow on with the course.

“HA!” He jumps over the seat. “Who’s the best now?!” He is excitedly playing the game standing up now, getting the attention of the two other boys in the room.

“Clearly not her…” JK mumbles under his breath. I give him a bad look, sitting back on the couch. Not too many jumps later, Jin’s character follows suit, descending to the bottom of the screen with a sad losing music. Jimin laughs again at the situation and goes back to being on his phone.

They have been over almost every day for the last five weeks. Eli is also one that doesn’t miss an opportunity to be over. However, since Yoongi introduced Mina, he’s been a bit more distant. If he doesn’t say he’s busy trying to finish a project for whatever class he has, he vanishes, to the point that not even the others know where he went. Whenever we do get to talk, often just small talk when the others are choosing the movie, he seems to always go back to the subject of this girl in school that he thinks is adorable. Every time he mentions her, he manages to describe her loosely enough that I (Jimin, Gabi, and I) think that the only person he could be describing is me. Mina was ruled out as a suspect as she doesn’t go to the same school and doesn’t exactly fit the characteristics he keeps mentioning.

“Man, you need to jump literally two seconds earlier,” JK gets up, steals the controller from Jin, and drops in the middle of the two of us, breaking the zoning out that I was entering.

Before he presses start, he leans closer. “Sorry, but this one you're not gonna get lucky, Dice.” And turns back to face the TV.

The countdown starts, and we both get ready to try and not lose first. Even Jimin, who clearly doesn’t give a single care, sneakily puts his phone down to watch what is about to unfold.

The game starts, and we both are flawlessly jumping the boxes, each step closer to the point Jin and I couldn’t pass. Knowing the circuit better, I know when to run faster, so I end up in front of JK, who is now reaching closer and closer to the edge of the seat. Everyone is holding their breath as we both successfully pass the point where we were stuck, and we can clearly see the end of the course and the last jumps we need to make when the door slams open with an out-of-breath Gabi, breaking our concentration long enough that we cannot complete the almost-done course.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “What is it now?” he asks.

“Oh man! I have piping hot freaking tea,” she slams the door shut. “I just saw Yoongi!”

“Are you for real?” Jungkook jumps up and points to the TV. “We almost won!”

“If you let me finish, you would have the same reaction as me,” Gabi says, flicking him off. She locks eyes with me before she continues, “I saw Yoongi. With Eli. As in, them together, quite close, together.”

Jimin is now the one sitting up. “What the fuck? Are you serious?” And Gabi just nods, confirming it.

“Forget it. This is so stupid. And so what if they were together?” Jungkook sits back down next to me but receives a side-eye from all of us, without reply.

“Anyway… thought you should know that,” she looks at me and at Jimin. Us three have developed almost psychic abilities at this point. We all know now that she means that the mystery girl might, in fact, not be me, but Eli.

Jimin sits back, rubbing his temples, processing the revelation. The room falls into a heavy silence, the excitement from the game now a distant memory. Jin, sensing the tension, puts down the controller and turns to Gabi.

“Wait, are you sure it was Eli? Maybe it was someone who looked like her?”

Gabi shakes her head, her expression serious but still with wide eyes. “Oh, I’m positive. They were really close, drinking that coffee.”

I glance at Jimin, who looks back at me with an expression that mirrors my confusion and concern. Eli and Yoongi? The idea of it doesn’t sit right, but Gabi's encounter seems hard to refute.

“Maybe they’re just friends?” I suggest, trying to diffuse the situation, though I know it sounds weak.

Jin, always the peacemaker, tries to lighten the mood. “Yeah, maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. You know how Yoongi is, always friendly with everyone.”

But the seed of doubt has been planted. I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. Over the past few weeks, I’ve found myself growing more and more interested in Yoongi. His charm and the way he could always make me laugh—it was hard not to develop feelings. But now, knowing about him with Eli, of all people, it feels like a punch to the gut.

Jungkook, still beside me, is watching me closely. He’s  become good at reading my emotions, even when I try to hide them. He shifts a little closer, his shoulder brushing mine, offering silent support. 

Jimin, ever the skeptic, isn’t convinced. “Gabi, you sure you’re not jumping to conclusions? Yoongi’s always been a bit of a player, but this seems... different. I mean, I’m pretty sure that both of them know that you like Yoongi…”

Gabi crosses her arms, standing her ground. “I know what I saw. They were way too close to just be friends.”

The room falls silent again, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I can feel Jungkook’s eyes on me, and I know he’s worried. I can sense he wants to say something, but he holds back.

Finally, Jin sighs. “Look, sitting here speculating isn’t going to help. Plus, Jimin I might add that hes our friend for ages, so maybe lets not jump the gun here.” He says giving him a small side eye “Why don’t we do something to get our minds off this?” He suggests

Gabi nods enthusiastically. “There’s a party at this club in the city centre. We should go. It’ll be a good distraction.”

Jimin looks at me raising an eyebrow and smirking, waiting for my reaction. I take a deep breath, trying to push away the hurt. “Yeah, let’s go. Maybe a party is exactly what we need.”

As we start getting ready, the mood in the room shifts slightly. The anticipation of the party brings a sense of normalcy back, even if just temporarily. Jin and Jimin are quick to joke around, trying to lift everyone’s spirits. And starting the pre drinking that we normally do before going out. 

The drive to the party is filled with laughter and light-hearted banter, a welcome distraction from the earlier tension. When we arrive, the thumping music and the buzz of people immediately envelop us.

Inside, we try to stay together. We find ourselves mingling with the people in the middle of the club. But my mind keeps drifting back to Yoongi and Eli. I spot Jungkook across the room coming back with a few more drinks, our eyes lock. He gives me a reassuring nod, and I feel a bit more grounded.

As the night goes on, Gabi, Jimin, and I find ourselves getting progressively drunk. We take shots, laugh at stupid jokes, and dance like there’s no tomorrow. For a while, it feels good to let loose and forget about the confusion and hurt.

“Another round?” Gabi shouts over the music, holding up her cup. 

“Why not?” Jimin grins, already looking a more then just a bit buzzed.

I laugh, feeling the alcohol warm my veins. “Let’s do it!”

We clink our glasses together and down the shots, the burn of the liquor making me wince. But it’s a good kind of burn, one that makes me feel alive and carefree.

Jungkook watches from the sidelines, a small smile playing on his lips. He’s sticking to soda, playing the responsible one tonight. He catches my eye and raises his glass in a silent toast. I smile back, grateful for his steady presence.

Hours pass in a blur of music, laughter, and drinks. At some point, Gabi pulls me onto the dance floor, and we lose ourselves in the rhythm. Jimin joins us, his movements loose and carefree. We’re a trio of drunken joy, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi and not far behind, Eli. My heart sinks, and the carefree feeling evaporates.

Gabi, noticing my distraction, follows my gaze and frowns. “Ignore them,” she says, squeezing my hand. “Tonight’s about having fun.”

I nod, trying to take her advice to heart. But it’s hard to shake the image from my mind. Jungkook appears beside me, offering a gentle smile. 

“Hey, wanna get some fresh air?” he asks, trying to talk over the loud music. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I say, grateful for the escape.

We step outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stuffy, crowded club. The outside, filled with people smoking and chatting loudly in the street. 

“You okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft.

I shrug, definetly feeling the alcohol in my system now and dulling the edges of my emotions. “It’s fine. Its not like we had anything anyway” I try to push away the conversation that I definetly don’t want to have right now. 

He nods, understanding. “You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are.”

I look at him and raise an eyebrow. For the past weeks, he has kept to himself with the flirting. We all have been going out together and his presence ever so reasuring. I give him a small laugh and shrug away his statement. 

He smiles, his eyes warm. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but I swear I could see his eyes sparkle when looking back at him. My heart flutters and I definetly must be way more drunk than I thought. I need to go find Gabi. She must be drunk in a corner somehwere. 

I quickly turn around and stumble and Jungkook quickly grabs my arm to bring me back to my feet. “Should we go home? I think you had enough of party today…” he says carefully. Damn that cold feeling on my stomach. I definelty don’t feel anything for him. But why do his lips look so pink and soft? I can only imagine what they would feel like..

I shake my head snapping out of it, catching his big round eyes staring back at me. 

“No, I need to find Gabi. We always come back together.” We weave our way back through the throngs of people, the music thumping louder as we reenter the crowded club. My head is swimming, a mix of alcohol and emotions making it hard to focus. Jungkook stays close, his hand lightly resting on the small of my back, guiding me through the chaos.

As we make our way to the bar, I spot Gabi leaning heavily into Jin, laughing at something he said. Jin, ever the gentleman, is trying to keep her upright, a bemused smile on his face. Jimin is nearby, his gaze darting between Gabi and the crowd, looking slightly lost.

I manage to make my way over to Gabi, and she immediately latches onto me, her eyes bright and unfocused. “There you are! Let’s do more shots!” she exclaims, her words slurring together.

I’m about to agree when Jimin and Jungkook intervene. “Nop, no more shots for you” Jimin says firmly, gently prying Gabi off me. “You’re already drunk enough.” Jungkook nods in agreement. “Let’s get you some water instead.”

Gabi pouts but doesn’t resist much as Jimin leads her away from the bar. I giggle but I feel a twinge of disappointment, part of me wanting to keep the party going, to drown out all the emotions bubbling inside of me right now. But Jungkook’s steady presence next to me is a reminder that I will not be taking anything else tonight other then water. 

Just then, Yoongi and Eli approach our group. They don’t make it obvious that they arrived together, and no one brings it up. Yoongi’s eyes find mine, a mix of concern and something else in his gaze. Eli is by his side, but there’s a distance between them now that wasn’t there before.

“Hey,” Yoongi says, his voice calm and composed. “You guys okay?”

I nod, with a loose smile on my lips “Yeah, just trying to keep Gabi from getting too drunk.”

“I would say Jungkook and Jimin are trying to keep you both from getting more drunk” Eli jokes and I feel him tense next to me.  “It was his idea!” Gabi butts in the conversation and points to Jimin who, also drunkly, tries to steady her. 

Yoongi glances at Gabi, who is now back to happily chatting with Jimin and Jin, then back at me. “I can take you guys home if you want. I’m heading out anyway.”

We leave the club, Yoongi and Eli flanking us as we make our way to the bus stop. Gabi and Jimin are in high spirits, though their drunken state makes it clear that they’re struggling to keep their balance. Gabi leans heavily on Eli, her laughter spilling out in bursts that mix with the cool night air. Jimin, also swaying slightly, is grinning like a fool and bumping into things as we walk.

Yoongi sticks close to my side, his presence steady and reassuring. Eli occasionally glancing back at Yoongi and me.

The bus ride is a mix of awkwardness and exhaustion. I notice that Eli is starting to fidget. Gabi and Jimin are getting more out of control, their drunken antics making it hard for me to keep a clear head. I try to help them find their seats, but Gabi keeps giggling and leaning against me while Jimin slumps into the seat, his head resting against the window.

Yoongi sits beside me, his arm brushing against mine. He leans in slightly, his voice soft. “How are you holding up?”

I glance at him, appreciating his concern. “I’m okay, looking forward to get home”

He nods, a small smile on his lips.

The bus jolts to a stop, and I watch as Eli exits, waving goodbye with a slightly disheveled look. The doors close behind her, and the bus continues on its route.

By the time we reach our stop, Gabi and Jimin are both in bad shape. Jimin stumbles off the bus and as Yoongi unlocks the door, as he is the who is the most sober between all of us, Jimin pushes him aside and crashes onto the couch in the living room, his body collapsing in a heap. Gabi, somehow finding the energy, manages to make her way to her room, though she’s swaying and mumbling incoherently.

Yoongi helps me get Gabi to her bed, making sure she’s settled before turning back to me. The apartment is quiet, the noise of the night replaced by a peaceful stillness.

I make my way back to the front door, feeling a wave of sobriety wash over me as the adrenaline from the night fades. The reality of the situation hits me hard. I’m alone with Yoongi, the person I’ve been trying to understand and connect with for weeks, but was just out with one who I tought was one of my best friends here. 

“Thank you for everything tonight,” I whisper trying not wake up Jimin who was asleep not too far, I look up at him with a shy and grateful smile. 

He takes a step closer, his eyes locking onto mine. “It was my pleasure. I’m just glad you are okay.”

There’s a charged silence between us, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions. Yoongi’s gaze drops to my lips, and I can see the desire and warmth in his eyes. Without thinking, which I can only blame the 5 shots and the many cups of wine I downed this evening, I lean in, my heart racing.

Yoongi meets me halfway, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. The world around us fades away as the kiss deepens, his hands finding their way to my face, holding me close. The kiss is a mix of longing and relief, a culmination of all the emotions we’ve both been holding back.

When our lips finally meet, it’s a delicate, exploratory touch—soft and hesitant, as if we’re both savoring the moment of first contact. His lips are warm and tender against mine, sending a rush of sensation that makes my heart skip a beat. The kiss deepens slowly, becoming more passionate but still gentle, as if we are both savoring the newness of the moment.

His hands move to cup my face, holding me gently but firmly, as if anchoring us both in this moment. I respond, my hands resting on his shoulders, feeling the tension and warmth of his body. The kiss becomes a dance of give-and-take, each movement smooth and synchronized.

Suddenly, Yoongi’s hands slide down from my face to my waist, pulling me closer against him. The intensity of the kiss increases, and a soft moan escapes my lips as his tongue brushes against mine, teasing and exploring. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the firmness of his chest against mine, and it sends a shiver of excitement through my body.

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer, the kiss growing more fervent. His hands roam my back, tracing patterns that make my skin tingle with anticipation. Every touch, every brush of his lips feels electric, and I’m completely lost in the sensation, in him.

We finally break apart, gasping for breath, our foreheads resting against each other. Yoongi’s eyes are dark with desire, his breathing ragged. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits softly, his voice husky with emotion.

I nod, my heart pounding. “Me too,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my racing heartbeat.

He smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes my heart flutter. “I should go now. It’s late, and you need to get some rest. You’re definitely going to need some coffee tomorrow.”

I manage a small laugh, still feeling the aftershocks of our kiss. “Yeah, you’re right. Thank you, for getting us back here.”

He gives me one last, lingering look before stepping towards the door. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I reply, watching him leave. The door closes behind him, and I’m left alone in the quiet apartment, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and nervous anticipation for what comes next.

I head back to my room, feeling completely sober now, the kiss still fresh on my lips. He’s right. I will definitely need that coffee tomorrow.

The sharp light of morning filters through the thin curtains, turning my small bedroom into a bright, albeit blurry, reality. My head is pounding with the remnants of last night’s revelry, and I feel a dull ache behind my eyes. I groan and stretch, hoping to shake off the fog that lingers from too many drinks.

I roll over to check my phone, squinting at the screen as I fumble with the brightness. The messages from Jungkook, sent in the group chat, catches my attention first, asking if we all made it back safely. Yoongi’s reply—a simple thumbs-up.

God. Yoongi. Did I actually kiss him last night? The reality of what happened last night comes crashing back. My heart skips a beat as I remember the kiss, the heat of his lips against mine, and the surge of feelings that accompanied it. The warmth of Yoongi’s touch, the intensity in his eyes—it all feels so vivid and real, despite the haze of alcohol that clearly clouded my judgment.

I sit up, shaking my head to clear the lingering grogginess. My fingers instinctively brush over my lips, still tingling from the kiss. Was it a mistake? Was it something real? The confusion and anxiety settle in as I replay the moments leading up to that kiss in my mind. The way Yoongi had looked at me, how our lips had met, the way his touch had felt.

I stumble out of bed, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night. The sun’s rays are harsh against my eyes, magnifying the headache that pulses with each heartbeat. As I pad across the room, my reflection in the mirror catches my eye. My hair is a mess, and I look as disheveled as I feel. I reach for my phone again, scrolling through the messages to see if there’s any sign of further communication from him. But there’s nothing new.

I head to the kitchen, hoping that a strong cup of coffee will help me clear my head. The ritual of brewing coffee is a small comfort amidst the turmoil. As the aroma fills the kitchen, no matter how hard I try, my mind keeps returning to the kiss.

The way Yoongi’s lips had felt on mine was more than just a normal kiss— Had it been just the alcohol talking? Or was there something real beneath the surface? I keep replaying the moment in my head, his warm breath against my cheek, the way his fingers had cradled my face. But Gabi had seen him with Eli, not long before. 

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I need to talk to Yoongi, but how do I even begin with a conversation like that? What if he sees it as just a mistake, or worse, what if he regrets it? Maybe he was drunk too and might not even remember last night. 

The coffee brews slowly, giving me time to gather my thoughts. I decide to take a shower, hoping that the refreshing feel of water will help me clear my mind. As I let the hot water cascade over me, I try to focus on the present, on the routine of getting ready for the day. 

Wrapped in a towel, I check my phone again. The lack of new messages from Yoongi only heightens my anxiety. I wonder if he’s also been thinking about what happened, or if he’s already moved past it. The uncertainty is eating at me.

“Hey, thanks for last night. I was wondering if you are free later? Thought we should talk”

I hit send and put my phone down. Now, it’s a matter of waiting for his response. I hear commotion on the living room as Jimin starts to come back to himself. I prepare an extra cup of coffe and head to the living room. I drop onto the couch next to Jimin, who’s already wincing at the strong aroma of coffee. He looks as rough as I feel—his hair sticking out in odd angles, and the dark circles under his eyes making him look like he’s been through a battle.

 “Man I feel bad if you feel like how you look” Jimin grumbles, his eyes half-shut as he reaches for the coffee I’d prepared for him.

“If I were you, I’d keep quiet. You don’t look much better yourself,” I reply, trying to match his attempt at humor with my own. I lean back against the cushions, feeling the slight comfort of the soft fabric against my tired body.

Jimin takes a slow sip from his cup, grimacing as the bitter taste hits his tongue. “Ugh, I don’t even remember getting home last night. Was it really as crazy as it felt?”

“It was a pretty intense night,” I say, trying to keep my tone casual. I don’t mention the kiss, not really sure why. I blame the hungover I’m nursing. “We all made it back somehow. Gabi’s still asleep in her room.”

Jimin nods, his gaze distant as he tries to piece together fragments of the previous night. “Yeah, I remember bits and pieces. I think I saw Yoongi...”

The mention of Yoongi makes my heart race a little faster. I try to push away the nervousness and focus on Jimin’s recovery from his hangover. “Yeah, Yoongi was a real lifesaver. He helped get us home and made sure everyone was okay.”

“Oh, nice of him,” Jimin replies, his voice a bit clearer now. 

I manage a small smile and nod, though my thoughts are still consumed by the kiss and the uncertainty of where things stand between Yoongi and me. 

The sound of my phone buzzing interrupts the quiet moment. I reach for it, my heart skipping a beat as I see Yoongi’s name on the screen. I quickly open the message, hoping for some clarity.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking about last night too. I’m free this afternoon. How about we meet up and talk?”

A mix of relief and anxiety floods over me. He wants to meet and talk—this is my chance to understand what really happened between us. I take a deep breath and compose my reply.

Sounds good. How about we meet at that? I’ll see you there around 3?

I send the message and set my phone aside, feeling a slight tremor of nerves in my stomach. Meeting up with Yoongi will bring everything out into the open. I glance at Jimin, who’s now scrolling through his phone and looking slightly more awake.

“Hey, I’m heading out this afternoon to meet up with Yoongi,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant. “Do you think you’ll be up for a little while? Maybe we can catch up after I get back?”

Jimin nods, managing a weak smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just need to get through this coffee and maybe a nap. You go ahead. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks,” I say, feeling a touch of gratitude. “let me know if you need anything else”

I’m not surprise that we were walking up late, way past noon. I get ready, throwing some casual clothes and leave the appartment, taking my time to reach the café. The sunlight feeling oddly warm and bright as I head towards the café. The crisp air helps clear my mind a little, though the anxiety about the upcoming conversation with Yoongi lingers. I keep replaying the kiss in my mind, trying to decipher its meaning.

When I finally reach the café, I find a quiet corner table and settle in, hoping that the ambiance and the soothing music will help calm my nerves. I order a drink and wait, my thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation. 

Yoongi arrives right on time, looking casual but put-together. He spots me and gives a small wave as he walks over, looking not at all bothered by anything. Why do I have a feeling this might go south?

“Hey,” he says as he approaches, taking a seat across from me. “Thanks for meeting up.”

“Of course,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “I thought it was important we talk.”

We both sit in silence for a moment, the weight of the kiss hanging between us. Finally, Yoongi breaks the silence, his voice low and sincere.

“I’ve been thinking about last night a lot,” he starts, looking directly into my eyes. “I really felt something when we kissed,” he had said, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. But then, he had added, “But I’m not looking for anything serious right now. So I would appreciate if we could keep it low what happened.”

Yoongi’s words hang in the air, and for a moment, the world around me seems to blur. The warm café, the chatter of other patrons, the gentle hum of the coffee machine—all fade as I focus on the unexpected turn in his confession

His expression is a mix of apprehension and regret, as if he’s bracing himself for my reaction. I sit there, trying to process the weight of his words. The initial rush of relief I felt when I saw his message this morning feels like a distant memory. The knot in my stomach tightens as I grapple with the reality of what he’s saying.

I’m still silent, struggling to articulate my thoughts. The brief silence feels interminable, filled with the noise of my own racing heartbeat and the hum of the café around us. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.

“I’m ok with that.” I try to brush it off even though the only thing in my mind was that damn kiss. He still seems tense. “I mean it was just a moment of…intensity. You just want to forget what happened?” I ask him

Yoongi’s gaze drops to his hands, fidgeting with the edge of the napkin on the table. “Not exactly forget. More like…keep it as a moment that happened between us, but not let it change things or complicate what we have right now.”

I nod slowly, the disappointment settling heavily in my chest. “I understand. I guess I should’ve expected something like this. I mean, we were both drunk”

We sit in silence for a moment, the initial tension easing slightly as we both process the conversation. Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee, and I try to find solace in the soothing ambiance of the café.

Finally, I’m the one to break the silence. “Do you want to talk about something else? Or maybe just…hang out for a bit?”

“Uh, actually I’m a bit busy today. Maybe another day?”

I nod, trying not show the dissapointment that is brewing inside. 

“Yup. Thanks for the talk today!” I say to him and he quickly finishes his drink and gets ready to leave.

Yoongi finishes his coffee quickly and stands up, his movements a little too eager as if he’s anxious to leave. He offers me a quick, somewhat awkward smile before gathering his things.

“Thanks for being chill about it,” he says, his voice filled with genuine relief. “I’ll text you later!”

I manage a small, forced smile in return. “Yup. Thanks for the talk today!” I watch him as he heads out, the door chiming softly behind him. The café feels emptier now, the absence of his presence leaving a noticeable gap.

As the door closes, the reality of our conversation settles heavily in my chest. I stare down at the remnants of my coffee, the once comforting aroma now a bitter reminder of our discussion. The weight of his words, the certainty of his boundaries, and the palpable sense of finality hang around me like a shroud.

The quiet of the café feels almost oppressive now, the gentle murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups a distant background noise. I glance around, feeling disconnected from the world outside, lost in the aftermath of our conversation.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my swirling emotions. I had hoped for more clarity, a resolution that would either move us forward or let me put the past behind me. Instead, I’m left with an uneasy acceptance of the boundaries Yoongi has set. It feels like a door closing softly, leaving me in a limbo between hope and resignation.

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Those Who Fight Together - part four

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female continued story with The Bad Batch in 3rd person 🖤Smut with a Plot series🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Violence, Battle Wounds, PiV, Self pleasuring, Angsty Angst Crosshair,

Word Count: 6.5

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Part 3 Part 5

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Tech looked at you doing nervously, aware if he's suppose to display manners or kiss you like regular people do before their about to they leave. He fiddled with his googles taking a small gulp, opening and closing his mouth. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing what to do, he turned to unlatch the door when he felt you against his back and your hands on his chest.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Nothing, just wanted too. I'll try to be quick."

Both of you walked out with a clear path, everyone was probably with Hunter waiting. You felt a pit start in your stomach, everyone's mind was loud and you could tell it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation when you got there. You held your head up high and your change of clothing under your arm as you walked your way into the bathroom. As much as a warm shower sounded the best thing in the Galaxy right now, you turned on the cold water to try to quiet your own distracting thoughts. You've been in a lot of compromising situations but this was definitely for the books. You took the soap, scrubbing every inch of your body but taking special care to scrub your lower bits a second time around just in case. You could feel the anger starting to boil over, starting it's count down until things broke lose. You hurried to dry yourself but your hair refused to, you kept your towel around your shoulders so if any let left over water would have something to drip on.

Crosshair leaned against the wall with his hairs crossed, "Are we seriously considering this?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

"Have the regs pick her up and go on our merry way towards the temple."

"I kinda enjoy having her around" Wrecker admitted, "plus when's the last time we had someone around who wasn't a reg?"

"We've never needed someone else around," Crosshair argued, "Why start now."

"We're the only GAR squad with out a Jedi, it would be beneficial to have one especially one who isn't like the rest," Echo chirped at him, logically still combing over the idea of having her stay with them.

"To add, her connection to the force would be beneficial to us out in the field and she's work outside the scope of the Jedi council so taboo matters wouldn't matter. She does have a plethora of knowledge that clone intelligence does not which would also benefit us," Tech chimed in.

"Plus it's just nice having a girl around," Wrecker added.

"I'm surprised the smell of your bunk hasn't kicked her off the ship."

"Hey it's not that bad!"

"Are we all in agreement then?" Hunter asked eyeing each of this brothers who gave a small nod except Crosshair.

"Fine," Crosshair said flipping up a toothpick and sticking it in his mouth, "but it's a bad idea."

"What's a bad idea?" You said stepping into the room.

"We want you to stay here," Wrecker said looking at everyone, "you would be very beneficial to the team," Wrecker said attempting to immaculate Tech who rolled his eyes and covered his face.

"Isn't me being here the problem?"

"What he was trying to convey is that we've come to almost unanimous decision that we want you to stay here with us permanently."

"Sith's hell, they want you to stay here to fuck all of us and be apart of this squad," Crosshair said switching out toothpicks.

"I—."

"Crudely putting it yes," Tech said standing up attempting to hide his nervous leg shake "It's rather late, I am going to turn in for the night."

"I didn't take you for the running away type."

"I am not, but given I've been awake since before the rest of you."

"You brought this up, you should be the one to see it through."

Tech jaw tighten and rubbed the side of his face, leave it to Crosshair to find his one embarrassing moment; "Yes it was my idea however if I remember correctly," he said raising his index finger, "which I do, just wanted to leave her on a nearby planet which seems hardly fair given it was us, namely yourself and Hunter, who put her in this position not the other way around."

"I haven't put her in any position unlike you," he flung the gnawed on toothpick at him.

"More than you'll ever do ," he said smacking away the toothpick midair, noticing the sound of aggravation and bitterness between him.

"At least Tech kisses better," you deliberately pointed at him, murderous rage boiling across his face.

"Thank you."

"Who says I was trying," sneer covered in his voice.

"Tech kissed her?" Wrecker said smacking his arm knocking him forward with a laugh, "Ha, I thought you were different."

"And screwed her."

"Really" he said smacking him again, "I thought you were like a reg and didn't feel that stuff."

"Just because I don't express myself, doesn't mean I can't. Also regs can," he said massaging his arm.

"It's getting late, I'm going to catch some sleep before first shift" Echo said standing up, "Try to keep them from killing each other," he whispered  walking by.

"No promises."

"Do you want to sleep on the proposition?" Tech asked.

"Actually I'm exhausted."

"I'll drop you off."

"I can-" he already picked you up before you could finish your sentence.

He was warm, so very warm, your eyes started fluttering shut. Wrecker attempted to set her down she didn't move. He checked to see if she was still breathing but heard a soft snore answer him. He squeezed himself down to fit both of them under the door frame and laid her down on the bed and pulled the blankets over her. Wrecker may play dumb alot but he understood a great deal more then he lead on but he didn't quite understand why his squad was fighting over her. She's pretty and likes to fight, what so bad about her like them? He shrugged to him, with a big yawn and left the room. He found Tech standing outside pacing.

"She's asleep, night Tech," he said walking off the the bunk.

"Pathetic," Crosshair mumbled out of the shadows heading towards the pilot seat.

As soon as he passed, Tech quietly entered your quarters trying to wake you. His fingers quickly disconnected the armor and carefully placed on the floor. He put himself under the covers and put his arm around her, trying to make up for not being able to earlier.

"Good night, Tech.." she mumbled curling more into his arm before going back to sleep.

"Good night, Reaper."

Crosshair played with the toothpick by gently gridding his teeth against it. He put his feet up on the dash and crossed his arms over his chest. He doesn't run from anything, why did he run from her? That mistake not only humiliated him, it made him feel like a coward and gave raise to doubt that he could outdo whatever Hunter and Tech did to her. He could hear her moans and it was the only thing in his head causing his mind to wander about the faces she made. He stuck his hand down his pants adjusting his pulsating cock so it lay in a more tolerable position, his breath hitching against the cold touch of his hand. He quickly withdrew it, he wanted to relieve himself but didn't want to have to clean up the mess.

Crosshair thought about Tech standing outside your door, hearing it side open and shut knowing he walked in. Anger boiled up, he already had her twice by the sounds of it did he really have to rub it in their faces.

"You can relax, from what he said about what he was reading apparently sleeping next to each other afterward helps the oxytocin form emotional attachments. Although I think he was looking for an excuse not to be snuck in a room with you" Hunter said taking the co pilot seat.

"Wouldn't blame him, I would have slept with one eye open too."

"Would you have really jettisoned her out the air lock on an inhabited planet?"

"You tell me."

"Crosshair, I know you and the rest of us don't see eye to eye on the matter but you don't have to be apart of it if you don't want too; go find a brothel on the next planet and work whatever it is out."

"Like you worked it out on her?" He scoffed.

"At least I act on it instead of being consumed by it. Just think out it, ya?" He stood up putting a hand of his brothers shoulders before leaving.

Crosshair sat in silence watching worlds go by, ships pass by but let his eyes wanders to the planets below trying to imagine what domestic life would be like and that thought disgusted him.   They were the best soldiers in the army destined to be even greater, the thought of not being a soldier made his stomach contents threaten to come up then he realized they wouldn't have too. She wasn't like the Jedi fighting for peace because he saw the same look in her eye that every soldier does. She fought because it was fun.

"Maraunder, this is WolfPack One do you come in? Over."

"What can we help you with?" Crosshair said turning on the holo to find General Plo and Commander Wolffe.

"Meet us at these coordinates, highest speed possible with the cargo on board."

"Yes sir."

Crosshair got up, realizing he was going to have to walk in on her next to Tech in who knows what state. While it had been hours since since she went to bed, maybe they had learned to be quiet. Crosshair didn't want to keep thinking about the position he could Tech in you. His still semi hard dick moved, agh, he let out walking into her room. She was soundlessly asleep her back pressed into Tech and her arms curled around his.

"Get up."

"Go away."

"General Plo is meeting us on a moon not far away."

Crosshair mused as that caused her to sit up, swinging each naked leg over the bed. His eyes trailed up her perfect legs to a simplistic grey underwear covering her. He noticed Tech staring him, unamused with a concerned glint in his eye, probably thinking he was a nerve burner. She noticed the stare down between the two and shooed Crosshair from the room.

You rushed through it your armor together putting on your boots, by the time you were Tech was already dressed and waiting by the door unaware if he should have left or if waiting was the correct decision. You were excited to see Master Plo and the boys. You practically skipped your way to the docking ramp.

"What do you think this is about?" Echo asked appearing at your side.

"Not a clue, hopefully it's something fun."

"Thrill junkie," Crosshair purred.

The ramp went down, you made sure you were the first off the ship to meet the battle going on around you. A small handful of troopers on the ground with even more droids littered the ground. You looked out to see Master Plo in the distance engaged with several Magnaguards.

Drawing your lightsaber "Lock up the ship, no one goes in. Protect the cargo," you said running head first in the droids both yellow ends of your saber twinkling against the destroyed droids.

Keeping the saber spinning you deflected shots flying towards you, making your way to Master Plo. You sliced any droid who was stupid enough to get close to you. Blaster fire screams in your ear drowning out everything while your vision tunnels to your object. Blast reflect off your custom Beskar, but one manages to break the plastoid that covered your shins. Your leg faulters and you slam down on your knee with a small crunch. You forced your leg back up, twisting your saber and disconnecting the ends.

"Alright who did that," you yelled at the droids around you.

They stopped shooting to scratch their heads and look at each other.

"Didn't you do it?" One droid said looking at the other.

"Oh I think I do," you disconnected the head from the droid, kicking it across the field before it hit the ground.

The droids started shooting again, you jumped landing behind two of them and disconnecting them. You continued bouncing your way to Master Plo while you assumed Crosshair picked off the droids flanking you.

"Master-" you start to say as blast rip through your left arm, leaving it sensational-less the lightsaber falling out of your hand and rolling away.  Another blast hitting your back, going cutting through your side

"REAPER," Wolffe shouted behind you, sliding towards the still light saber using it to level the approaching droids.

"Get her out of here!" Plo shouted at him.

"Sir-"

"Protect the Cargo on her ship, we will rendezvous back on Kamino. Go Commander!"

Wolffe switched off the saber, quickly tucking them on his side and tossing her on his back and running towards the ship. Wrecker met them half way tossing the rocks at the droids while Wolffe got her aboard the ship, shutting orders to abort. Tech flew to the pilot seat taking off.

"Stop looking down at me like that, that was fun," he heard her mutter.

"For krikes sake, you might be more of a a soldier then us clones," Wolffe said with a small laugh.

"Speak for yourself," Crosshair said looking down, seeing red.

"It's just an arm and maybe a rib."

"Mother of Kwath Reaper!" Wolffe said relaxing the anger in his voice, "If you go down who's suppose to outdrink the boys with me?" he said exhaling.

"Don't worry mesh'la, it'll take a whole lot more then some measly droids to take me down plus who needs both are," you joked trying to keep the pain from being shown.

"Here," Hunter said running over pain patches.

"I'm not going to even ask how you have these without a medic," Wolffe said ripping down your sleeve and sticking the patches on, "How long is it going to take to get to Kamino without being able to punch it?"

"Days," Hunter gritted out.

"Don't have that, do you think you could hold a shield around it for a couple moments?"

"It's to risky-"

"Vencuy, can you."

"Fine, bring me and the bomb to Tech, we'll have to do it at the same time."

"I got her, get the cargo," Hunter said scooping her up while Echo dashed to get it.

"Change of plans, she's going to try to hold the bomb in stasis while you get us to us Kamino.

"The probability of that working is slim, I do agree we need to need to get her to a tank with haste but that could kill all of us."

"Fine. General Plo, do you come in?"

"We've made it off the planet with heavy casualties, is the cargo safe?"

"Yes sir, I'm recommending a ship to ship extraction we can't use the hyperdrive with the bomb on board please advice."

"We'll bring you both onboard, stand by."

"I'm going to take a nap," you said letting your eyes close.

"I just dragged this thing here," Echo said rolling his eyes, backing out of the room with it.

"You care to explain what the nicknames were about?" Crosshair said staring down at him.

"I don't need to explain myself to you."

"I also want to know," Hunter said.

"When I was a shiny, we're trapped in an AT-TE for twenty six rotations together one thing lead to another... and ended. My loyalty to General Plo and to the republic had to come first."

"Like I said, she's been with every Reg" Crosshair tried to sulk off, a fist colliding with his face.

"Disrespect your commanding officer again and I will have you striped of rank."

"Calm down," Hunter said stepping between them, "You're going to work it out like I told you before we get to Kamino. Get her here there safely."

Wolffe scooper her up and took her to the awaiting ship, "put her down for a moment," General Plo said, before she even touched the floor he force lifted her and pulled her over.

Wolffe jumped across, happy to be away from the crew how definitely had some screws lose, "She'll be alright. She's strong, I can feel how heavy your worry is, we'll be there soon."

"Not soon enough," Wolffe mumbled standing up and grabbing the rail.

"Patience."

It's going to be a long day, Wolffe thought. Upon landing the ship a medical crew was waiting to transport her. Doing his best to not worry about his dearest friend he followed General Plo who stopped him, "Go see that she's taken care of."

"Yes sir," he replied heading towards the medical crew starting to hook her up to their machines.

He stayed within a reasonable pace to stay out of there way but to be able to hear the reports. Mild internal bleeding but he sigh when the head Kaminoan said she'll make a full recovery. Taking her off the tank he stayed outside the room, waiting. Obi and Cody came shortly after.

"General," he greeted with a nod.

"How is she?"

"Wanted a robotic arm but much to her disappointment she'll make a full recovery."

Obi scowled, "Both of my Padawans ended up theatrical, brilliant."

The dreams that kept you conscious in the tank were images of remote planets you've never seen before, dark clouds spreading across a darkening sky. A planet covered in clothes, random battle fields and buildings but never in perfect clarity and slightly distorted.

You awoke to Clone Force 99 and Obi standing around you, Obi not even trying to hide his annoyance. Hunter's face read concern, Tech's was soft, Echo's was relief and Wreckers showed excitement but you realized Crosshair wasn't around.

"Where's Snarky?" You asked sitting up with a yawn.

"He was ordered to attend to some personal matters, how do you feel?" Tech asked.

"Like I want to sleep."

"You've been sleeping for three days, how was that not enough?" Wrecker asked confused.

"It wasn't restful."

"Oh?" Obi cut in.

"Yeah saw a lot and understand none, lots of planets and darkness. Anyway, where's the Artifact?"

"One of your sisters picked it up before you got to Master Plo, he was coming to bring you back before the Separatist ambush."

"That's a relief anything worth it?"

"Haven't been able to translate it yet, I'm just glad you're okay."

"If a droid takes me out, don't bother burying me in a temple," you said laughing, "I am being serious though," you said laughing more.

You kicked your legs over the med bay bed and stood up, twisting your arm and shoulder checking every muscle and tendon. Everything seemed in order, then you pulled up your shirt to check your ribs. Not even a scar.

"Nice," you said dropping.

"I'm glad you find this amusing, may the force be with you," Obi said leaving.

"So when we're you going to say something about that Mandalorian armor? That was awesome" Wrecker said.

"There's many things you don't know about me."

"Ha, we got plenty of time if you've thought about sticking around."

"Warning you boys though, I am a walking magnet for trouble."

"So are we," Echo smiled.

"I'll talk to my sisters later, don't think they'll care we all do our own things most of the time anyway. Mind showing me around? Never actually been here before besides a quick landing."

"We have to stop at our room first, don't mind the dirty looks."

"Don't think I get any? I get plenty for being a Jedi and a soldier, what's a few more."

He was right, every trooper who saw us walk down the corridor turned their heads and even disgust when we turned into their bunk rooms "That could have gone way worse," Tech mumbled heading towards the table in the middle.

"The smell," Echo said coughing.

"Eh it's not that bad," I said strutting in, while it did smell bad many animals smelled worse, "not as bad as I was expecting."

"See" Wrecker said slugging his arm.

You realized it was your armor on the table that Tech was messing with, you walked over to find the damage that he was trying to repair. The armor was a lot more banged up then you remembered which was probably why everyone was standing around because you were probably hurt more then it looked.

"Damn, I got banged up," you said tracing your fingers over the blaster marks.

"They were shooting at you close range with very diluted Beskar what did you think was going to happen?" Tech said looking up.

"She sure got a lot of clankers though!" Wrecker said patting your back walking off to his bunk, "Just try to be more careful next time. You worried us,"

"Yeah I've outgrown the armor, haven't been able to stop and get it properly fixed."

"Where you mandalorian?" Hunter said slipping his arms around your waist kissing your neck then resting his chin on your shoulder.

"That's complicated, but you could say I was. I don't really remember it before the order took me in."

"You came from Concordia, the moon of Mandalore," Tech said not meaning it as a question.

"Yes, my parents were from Mandalore but didn't agree with the politics."

"We can go sometime to get your armor fixed" Echo offered.

"I don't remember the last time I was even there, but I'd like that," Hunter started kissing your neck a couple more times, "it'll be fun," he whispered.

"It's as good as it's going to get without being remade," Tech said setting down his tools, catching a glance at a distracted Hunter, "I'm going to go to the mess."

"I know I'm starving," Hunter whispered.

"Let's go get some real food, I've been out for days and you can't tell me that stuff is food."

"Better then rations," Echo agreed.

Hunter let go of you in defeat, "Go hold his hand or something, he hasn't slept," he said guiding you towards an already walking off Tech.

A rosy blush spread across your face and a smile pulled on your lips, "A little birdy told me you've been worried," you said slipping your fingers into his.

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" He said messing with his googles, "Yes I have, part of the blast clipped your spine."

"Please get some sleep tonight," you said noticing all of the dirty looks upon entry of the mess, Tech attempted to drop your head, "Let them look."

"I'm not sure if that is wise. The regs are very vocal about their displeasure about us."

"Oh they'll be sorry for saying something," Wrecker said with a knuckle crack.

You followed them through the self service line, noticing every set of eyes taking a peek at you. You all sat in between Hunter and Tech which was not probably not a good idea, they each had one hand on your thighs.

"Oh look the sad batch and their... prostitute. Bunch of defects."

Echo groaned and Wrecker stood up, but Crosshair beat them to it hitting the clone as hard as he could one handed with his lunch tray, "Ever speak to a Jedi like that again and I think being decommissioned is going to be the least of your problems," grinning with full smug.

"A Jedi- I am so incredibly sorry General," the trooper stood at attention saluting.

I stood up and walked over to him, walking a circle around him looking him up and down, "Your heart is full of hate and you think your brothers are lesser than you. Just because someone is different doesn't make them lesser. All clones are not just copies. You all are unique with your individual personalities, how you style yourself, accents, so what if they look different? You bleed the same blood and you are brothers in this war now go eat."

The trooper swallowed, "Yes Sir," he said putting his hand down and walking over to a table.

"Aww I wanted a fight," Wrecker said sitting down.

"Didn't expect you to be back so soon" Hunter asked between bites.

"It was an easy decision," he said sitting down with the bowl of soup he saved.

"How much did you have to pay her to deal with your attitude," Wrecker said laughing, "probably a lot."

I raised an eye brow at them but Crosshair and Hunter wouldn't look at me. I didn't press the matter, what or who Crosshair does in his free time is none of my business. Echo tried to make conversation with all of them but no one was really chatty anymore, so you talked with him to fill the silence.

"Do you have a fond memory of this place" I asked him.

"There was this Clone 99, he was wise and caring. He helped pull my squad together and helped us passed our last test. We would have failed without him... Kamino came under attack and he died protecting all of us."

"He wasn't like the other clones was he?"

"No he definitely wasn't but he was definitely a better person than half the troopers here."

"That's beautiful."

"Do you have a fond memory?"

"Obi took Anakin and I to this planet which was entirely a library, it's when I decided I wanted more myself," you stood up with your tray noticing the drop off area, "I'm going to go back and nap."

"I'll go with you," Echo said getting up with you, "I'm not excited for that storm to blow," he added once out of the mess.

"It's none of my business but what was that about anyway?"

"Crosshair is always been insufferable at times but it's been exceptionally worse since you arrived and even worser since Hunter and Tech did what the rest of us especially he wanted too. So he got ordered to go get it out of his system..."

It stung but it was for the best "Wrecker was right, probably a lot."

"You can take my bunk if you want," Echo said pointing the nicest kept one of the bunch, "I have adjustments to make any way," lifting his data port.

"Thank you," a yawn escaping you.

Sleep was the idea, but it didn't last long once the rest of the squad came back. You kept your back turned to them, still pretending to sleep.

"Did you have to hit him so hard with the tray?" Hunter said.

"He's lucky that's all I did."

"She's decided to stay with us," Tech said fiddling  with her armor, "the reason why is beyond me."

"Wait so you thought of it but didn't actually think it was an option?" Echo said in disbelief.

"We didn't have long to discuss it before she walked in and I wasn't the one who brought it up nor was I the one who put it so crudely, I didn't expect her to actually consider it after that."

"I'll wake her up," Hunter said waking over to you, "I know you're trying to sleep, but might as well get this over with," he said gently caressing your face.

"Do any of you actually sleep," you mumbled sitting up, you sat yourself up on the edge of the bunk, "Yes?"

Tech motioned for a seat next to him,  with mild reluctance of leaving the warm bunk you went and sat by him, "As I was going to ask before someone's had to chime in the other night, yes, most of us, want you to remain here with us. As you are aware you've caused varying reactions in this squad and we would like to attempt to see how it goes; unless you have reservations which would now be the time to voice those."

"It would help to know everyone else feels," you ask trying to reflect being the center of attention a little longer while you're trying to wake up.

"Well, I like ya. You're definitely different. Oh and you don't mind blowing this up, that's an important quality."

"It's incredibly hard to quantify a feeling I have yet to understand, yet I might with time understand it."

"I don't really know," Echo said awkward rubbing the back of his head, "ever since Skako I haven't really thought about romance or women, but I think I like you."

"I think you were personally made for me, in more ways then one and I definitely wouldn't mind have you watch my back in a fight,” after a long paused Hunter arched an eye at the silent squad member “Crosshair?"

"I don’t care, we all collectively find her hot what do feelings have to do about it?.”

“I know that’s a lie,” you said walking up to him letting yourself feel the emotions, “I won’t make you say them but I know you didn’t care of that personal matter,” you smiled at him, bold and cocky.

He stood up and eyed you down, trying to size you down. Crosshair didn’t like his emotions being known or even talking about them. His eyes squinted down at you, his breathing deepened and his heart picked up the pace. You stared up him trying to match his intensity. His backed down, sitting back down on bunk. Which got a lot of raised looking glaring at him. He kept thinking about there was nothing that he could give you that they couldn’t and probably better.

“Is that why you wiped your mouth because you feel like you’re not good enough?”

He shot up so fast, spinning you into the wall with a thud, “Shut it” he growled.

“Like you shut your mouth and walked out?” You said poking at him.

“Shut it,” he growled, his nostril flaring.

“I don’t think you took care of that personal probably,” you said flashing your eyes down and than back up at him.

He backed down and walked over to the ration box, grabbed a snack and munched on it staying on the other side of the room. Everyone was taken back what they witnessed, Crosshair had always been the most composed person besides Tech but seeing him back down was a first for all of them.

“I think he’s embarrassed,” Wrecker jested.

“Oh shut up Wrecker,” he said taking another bite of his bar.

“Crosshair, it’s an order. Go take care of it with literally anyone,” you walking towards the table, your heart hurting but it had to be done, you watched as he lowered the bar from his darkening face.

“Is that an order from our General.”

He realized he said our, realizing their was nothing he could do to push you away because Sith’s knew he tried but you still chose to stay no matter how moody he got. His jaw tighten, it normally it wouldn’t bother him to go find a beautiful girl but this time it was different it made him feel physically sick. Even thinking about it made his stomach turn. His eyes trailed to you trying to gage the depths of reaction, the pain you were obviously trying to hide. It made him feel worse. He quickly walked over to the table, pinning you with one arm and blocking you in.

Crosshair grabbed you by throat and starred at you, "Don’t you dare ever tell me to go after someone else. I'm going to take show you what screaming in bed is like.”

"That was perhaps something all of us didn't need to hear,” Tech said messing with his spanner.

"Then you might want to leave now," he hands ripped the front of your shirt in two, pressing his mouth into you and his finger nail digging into your breast, “kair’ta,” he groaned against your lips, he quickly ripped down your pants picking you up and setting you on the table with one hand unlatching his codpiece letting it fall to the ground.

He pulled both of your arms around his neck grabbing you by the underside of your thighs standing up and slammed himself into you without a single care that the other were barely out of the room. He was panting, not because he was tired but he felt the animal in him stirring and you were going to be his prey. Crosshair grabbed the side of your throat with his teeth, sucking hard on it leaving the mark under your ears.

“No more Regs, your ours and that’s it… That’s all the sharing I think I can do,” he said slowly his pace letting his voice trail off.

“Ours,” the words left your lips in a moan.

“Ours,” he growled burying his cock inside you, “I hope you’re ready to be busy for the next couple hours.”

“Hours?”

“Or all night I haven’t decided.”

Still pumping into you he took you over to his bunk, removing his wet for a moment so he could set you down on the mattress before climbing back on top of you. You let your heel trail down his long slender yet muscular legs. Crosshair wasn’t gentle in any of his touches especially when he put your arms above your head pinned them in place with one hand definitely bruising your wrist bringing the other hand to your mouth brushing your lips with his fingers. Each stroke deliberately following his thumb across your lips.

He could feel you pulsing and he stopped with a grin, “You don’t get to cum yet, not with out jealous you made me. Fucking Tech after I left, I was ready to kill him” he started slowly sheathing himself again.

“Why didn’t you come back?” You asked softly.

“Because I decided that you didn’t need me.”

“I thought you hated me,” sadness creeping in.

“Kair’ta,” he pleaded looking down, “we can talk about this later, for now just enjoy this,” he leading down with some gentle kissing before pulling back with a devilish grin.

He bit his own lip looking down at you taking in every perfect imperfection, before slamming his cock into you threatening to split you in two. His thick cock was heaven, he smiled at your blissful face taking it like a good girl. He was having fun edging you, a little to much to make fun, he let your wrist go to see what you would do with them. His cock pulsated inside of you as he watched your panted breathing quickened as you played with your played with your nipples.

“Crosshair, please,”

“I thought your moans were the most beautiful thing, it’s how you say my name,” he said with quick deliberate thrust, going harder with every moan, “I know you want too,” he cooed.

That was enough to make you come undone for him, loud and your insides clapped down on him making it harder for him to thrust but he didn’t stop. One hand clawing your breast and another on his armor, he was so hot in it. The death grip on him loosened and he was growling in your ear that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was so beautiful, deep brown eyes, smokey white hair, slender confidant figure he was yours, just yours, while you had to be shared he didn’t want anyone else; which was enough to make you cum again his dick.

“What was that for?” He smiled.

“We can talk about that later,” you said once your core untightened itself, “Are you ever going to cum?” You asked shyly.

“Do you want me too?” He smiled.

“Yes..”

“Then hold on,” he said pulling you partially off the bunk to where he could stand over you and watch every squirm you made under him, he grabbed your knees and shoved them wider apart tightening your entry.

He smiled when he came, pulling out letting his semen shot all over your chest. He knew where you wanted it but wanted to mark you with his scent. You let out a whiney moan as each hot drop touches your skin.

“You look beautiful as my Canvas, but I think you would look more beautiful with more and dripping out of you,” he said pushing his trying to soften cock back in.

After 2 more loads on you, he finally started filling you up. You were sore, bruised and half conscious. Every inch of you tingled.

“I think that the personal matter is almost satisfied for now,” he smiled at down at you, trying to get get one more out.

“Crosshair-“ you hiccuped.

“Yes?” He moaned, nearing the end.

“You’re really pretty,” you let out as a small hum.

When he pulled out of you he cock was still twitching but he had fun looking down at the mess of you, satisfied with his work. He looked down to see the mess of his armor, for a millisecond thought about leaving it there as a reminder but decided against it. He returned his back at you with his hands on his hips realizing there was no way he was getting you into the shower. He sighed finding a canteen with water and an old towel to wipe himself off and to at least try to scrub off most of you, even trying to scooping himself out of you so you were such a mess when you came off the pleasure wave you were on. He noticed the clock and saw it was early in the next rotation days and was smug about it. Although that meant every reg who passed by this morning heard it. He chuckled, at least no one interrupted.

He wrapped you in a blanket and let you sleep while he quickly headed to the shower and then to the mess. He found his brothers at the tables chatting away, everyone back to their regular selves. Crosshair sat down with a smug expression.

“By the look on your face you had a good night,”

Hunter said eyeing him.

“The mess needs stronger Caf,” he said sipping the drink.

“By the looks of it he didn’t sleep,” Tech interjected looking at the small eye bags forming, “it’s obvious.”

A smile tugged on his lips, “No sir, I did not.”

“Speaking of which, where is she?” Echo asked.

“Deliriously laying down, hopefully sleeping by now.”

“Delirious? What does that mean?” Wrecker asked.

“A disturbance in the mind usually due to intoxication causing incoherence of thought and speech, she more then like currently half conscious feeling an endorphin rush or asleep.”

“How are you doing doing Crosshair?” Hunter asked.

“Better.”

“Good- because everyone is talking about it,” he said tilting his head to side listening in.

“They’re just jealous,” Wrecker patted his arm.

“I’m going to go check on her, in case she needs to go to med bay,” Tech glared at Crosshair.

“He’s definitely jealous,” Crosshair chuckled.

[marleyybluu]

Friend Request

Fezco O'Neil x f!black!OC (Jackie Brown)

Word count: 1.4k

Content warning: swearing, mentions of marijuana use, pothead terms, a bit of self-insert, another awkward ending (?) you should know me by now, probably spelling mistakes, a bit rushed idk

A/N: I don't think I wrote any specific descriptions of the OC being black but that's how I picture her and in future chapters, she will be described as such anyway.

Yes I named her Jackie Brown while listening to Jackie Brown lol

look how pretty he is

Jackie doesn't have a lot of friends, she was lucky for the two that she did have in her life, however, one moved out of the city and the other one is usually busy with her husband and kids. Now she felt like she was back at square one. She wasn't good at this. Which sounded stupid because she was twenty-three, what adult doesn't know how to make fucking friends? But it was harder than a lot of people thought.

If Jackie made friends it was usually from school or small social gatherings that her friends would usually drag her to, and help her get out of her "bubble" but now she didn't have that anymore. So what was she supposed to do?

Her life was getting boring, it was dull, all she did was work at the diner downtown and come home just to roll up and smoke. Even smoking by herself was getting boring. She needed company, she thought she could cruise through life on her own but she needed a companion— someone to vent to and laugh with, someone she could cry to and go to the movies with.

She sighed lighting her freshly rolled joint, her head lolled back onto the couch as she blew out a thin puff of air. Frank Ocean's channel ORANGE album quietly playing in the background. And even with the music, it was too quiet. Her mind wandered, thinking, if there are dating apps... shouldn't there be friendship... apps?

Well, now she was curious. Jackie picked up her phone, clicking on the App Store, her fingers typing in 'friendship apps'

This is so stupid.

She scrolled as a lot of them were catered more to friends with benefits and random hookups. And then she found one.

F•R•I•E•N•D•S™️

She laughed through her nose, the title reminding her of the show Friends. She says 'fuck it' as she clicks download and it's only seconds before the tiny icon is on her home screen. The process for signing up is the same as any other app, you put your name, and age, fill in a bio (if you so choose) and upload a picture or two or three of yourself. Her joint rested between her lips as she concentrated her fingers on the keyboard putting in her information.

Jackie Brown, 23. Just lookin' for a smoke buddy.

She cringed at the weak advertisement that was her bio but it would have to do for now, it was time to pick a few photos. She swiped through her album, though it wasn't a dating app and her pictures technically didn't require any effort, she still wanted to select her best ones. After intense searching, she chose three that felt explained her personality well and also made her look good. She shook her head at herself.

This is so stupid.

But she clicked 'done' and was brought to a mini tutorial on how to use the app. Press the plus sign when you want to add them or the 'x' when you don't and their profile will vanish into the abyss. And so, for the next ten minutes, that's what she did. She added a lot of people, men and women, but mostly women. She got a lot of matches out of them and a few of the girls seemed genuine, the men though...ew, to them this was just another hookup app and she received a few unsolicited pictures and lewd messages right off the bat, not even a 'hi' or 'hello' first. Typical.

Her joint was done, one last drag and she flicked the end onto the concrete, smushing it with her foot. She scrolled and swiped, clicked and responded to messages in her time outside on her swinging bench. The cool night breeze brushing her bare legs sent a shiver through her body but she didn't really mind it, this was the best time to smoke and be outside, the cold let her know Autumn was near. Ugh, her favourite season.

She hummed along to the music that was still playing in the background, blowing raspberries, her thumb starting to tire at her mindless scrolling until the pad of her thumb stopped on one guy's profile;

Fezco, 25. I regret downloading this.

She let out a slight titter at his bio because she had the same feeling. She went through his photos. He was cute. Sky blue eyes that could hypnotize you, freckles scattered all over his face, he sported a buzz cut and from certain angles, she noticed a scar starting at his hairline and ending just above his ear and oddly enough it completed his look. He had a ginger-coloured beard and in the very few photos where he smiled, she noticed a little gap in his teeth which, again, was cute.

Jackie didn't know what it was but she couldn't pass him by, fingers crossed in hopes that he wasn't a weirdo like the others, she sent him a friend request.

She looked upper left corner of her phone and noticed the time, it was nearing 1 a.m, she silently thanked the gods that she didn't start work until 4 p.m. but cursed them in the same breath that she'd be the one closing. She turned off her phone and shoved it in her pocket. She headed inside and locked her patio door, her feet pattered against the hardwood floors of her home. She turned off all the lights and headed upstairs. She yawned, the Indica starting to kick her ass.

She quickly brushed her teeth and swished around some mouthwash, and finally, she was in her cozy bed. She set an alarm, no doubt she wouldn't wake up until early afternoon. Before closing her eyes she plugged in her phone, the bright screen causing her to squint as she looked at a notification.

Fezco accepted your friend request. Click to chat. 2min ago.

Fezco sent you a message. 1min ago.

Redd felt a weird sensation in her chest, spreading down to her stomach. Her thumb wandered over the notification debating whether to click it or call it a night but her faded state made her mind up for her.

Fezco: What's up, Miss Jackie Brown? Is the position for a smoking buddy filled yet?

She smiled softly.

Jackie: Eh, there's still room for one more.

Fezco: Any strain in particular?

Were they really about to have a whole conversation about weed strains?

Jackie: I'm not picky, I just smoked some Girl Scout Cookies.

Fezco: Oh shit, okay. Well if you're serious about a smoking buddy, I could have a blunt with your name on it. If you're cool with that.

She found herself... giggling?

Jackie: Yeah I'm cool with that.

There was a small pause, three dots popped up indicating he was typing his reply but suddenly they disappeared, then reappeared and disappeared. Her mouth twisted figuring out what she'd say, this is what she hated the most, she ran out of conversation material quickly.

Jackie: Why are you still on here if you regret downloading it so much?

Fezco: Uh, I'm not really good at making friends. It's just me, and my girl Rue... but then she got a girlfriend and I don't see her much anymore.

Jackie: Omg me too!😂

Suddenly, she wasn't sleepy anymore, her conversation with this Fezco guy was keeping her wide awake. Her fingers tapped aimlessly as she answered and asked questions, this was the easiest way she'd ever gotten to know anyone, hiding behind a screen was her forte and she was thriving right now.

Jackie: So... his name is Ashtray? For real?

Fezco: lol yeah. I don't know, he always had his hand in our grandma's ashtray, so she stuck him with the name.

She couldn't lie to herself, it was a pretty cool name. She checked the time, now it was nearing 4 a.m. What the fuck. She yawned, her eyelids quickly weighing down with repressed slumber.

Jackie: It's late man, I got work tomorrow and I'm not trynna fall asleep on the clock lol

Fezco: No worries ma, you go make your money.

Jackie: Hm, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Fezco: I'll be here.

Jackie: Goodnight.

Fezco: Night.

She finally turned off her phone and placed it on her nightstand, she turned on her side and got in a comfortable position to sleep in. Her eyes closed and the corner of her mouth twitched, forming into a small smile. She felt a bit of pride for finally making a friend.

I've decided to keep writing for Fez, I like him too much and I like writing about him too much to just close it. Plus I was reminded that it's just the character I'm not actually writing about/for Angus. So I will continue to write for my favourite freckled boy.

if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

peace and love, see you in the next one.

🏷: @darqchilddaydreamz @bigenergy777 @skyesthebomb

[quil12]

souyo + soulmates?

I may have gone a little overboard with this one lmao. It's a little over 3k words - I honestly could write a whole fic with this concept. I used my favorite Soulmate AU trope for this - the one where anything you write on your skin gets transferred to your soulmate's skin as well (the only thing that tops it for me is when injuries transfer - that works more for the benefit of angst though)

Yosuke excitedly grabbed a pen from his desk, going over to his bed, and sitting cross-legged down on it. He placed the tip of it onto his forearm, writing out one simple word.

Hello

He stared down at it, as if waiting for something to happen. 

It was his tenth birthday - the day he had been waiting for for such a long time. It was the day he finally got to get into contact with his soulmate. Everything that he wrote on his skin would subsequently appear on his soulmate’s skin - that was, everything that he wrote aside from his own name - at least until his soulmate heard him say it. For whatever reason, those words wouldn’t get transferred over. That made it significantly harder to find your soulmate, although it was still possible. For children with next to no resources though, it wasn’t something that typically could happen.

After a few minutes of constant staring, a black dot appeared just beneath where he had written. He watched with bated breath as the character was formed in penmanship that seemed out of place next to his own, messy handwriting.

Hello

Yosuke’s heart was pounding in his chest. They had answered him. This person who he was supposed to be connected with for the rest of his life had just said his first words to him. 

He hesitated briefly, thinking about what he wanted to say, before putting the pen down on his arm again.

I wish I could tell you my name, but we’re soulmates! I’m really excited to talk to you

There was only a small pause before more words started appearing on his skin. It was kind of odd just watching them show up, seemingly without any outside input.

It is odd to not be able to say my name. It doesn’t feel like a proper introduction. I’m excited to talk to you too.

I guess my first question is if you’re a guy or a girl

The handwriting was very neat and precise, and they were talking so formally, he was leaning more toward girl.

Guy. What about you?

He wasn’t entirely expecting that, but he shrugged it off. He would probably be able to relate better to a guy anyway. Soulmates could be either romantic or platonic. He guessed this was just a case of it being platonic then.

I’m a guy too. How old are you? I just turned 10

I’m still nine, but I’ll be ten in about a month.

That settled some amount of uncertainty that had worked its way into his gut. Part of him had been worried that his soulmate was older than him and just hadn’t bothered to get into contact with him. Today was actually the first day that they would have been able to talk.

Yosuke thought for a few seconds. He wanted to get to know him a little bit more.

What are you doing right now?

I was just starting my homework.

What’re you gonna do after?

I’m not sure yet. I just got a new book though, so I might start reading that.

Homework and then reading. That wasn’t something Yosuke could ever visualize himself ever doing. How different were they if that was his plan for the night? 

What’s the book about?

As they kept writing, he was quickly realizing a problem. They were both writing fairly small, but there was only so much room on his arm to keep adding things. 

As he was writing a synopsis of the book, Yosuke stood up, walking to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth, getting it wet with warm water and soap. He started rubbing at some of the words on his arm, erasing some of it to make room for the new conversations. He supposed that doing this was just going to be a part of talking with his soulmate.

They spent the rest of the night talking with each other, getting to know each other’s hobbies and interests. 

His soulmate seemed to spend a lot of time reading and studying. Apparently he went to a cram school most nights. He participated in the soccer team at his school, but that was about the only thing he could relate to him on.

Even so, he was really enjoying talking to him. They were different, but it wasn’t a bad different.

As it reached 8 o’clock, his soulmate informed him that he needed to start getting ready for bed. Yosuke was disappointed, but didn’t fight him on it. There was one last thing he wanted to ask though.

Before you go, what exactly should I call you?

What do you mean?

I can’t just go around calling you my soulmate. That’s no good.

Oh. I don’t really care. Whatever you want to.

Yosuke thought about it for a few seconds, one word coming to mind.

Partner.

Partner?

We’re supposed to be linked together our whole lives, so you’re my partner in life.

There was a several second pause.

All right. Partner it is.

Yosuke smiled to himself as he stared down at the words written in someone else’s handwriting on his arm.

Good night, Partner. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Good night.

Yosuke leaned back against his pillow, staring up at the ceiling, his chest so warm. He had good feelings for the future. 

After a few minutes, he stretched his arms up, blinking in surprise. He hadn’t realized it while they were talking, but he was absolutely covered in ink. Talking to him was going to be a messy process, he supposed. 

- - -

Over the years, the two of them kept up a consistent line of communication. It got to the point where he couldn’t even imagine living his life without him there.

They had come to an agreement that they wouldn’t try and figure out each other’s identities - if they were supposed to meet, then they would. They didn’t have to force it.

Besides, it was kind of nice to have someone who knew what was going on in his life who wasn’t actually involved in it. He always had someone to talk to about what was happening who didn’t necessarily have a personal stake in any of it. It just was good to get all his thoughts and feelings out.

And he often did the same thing in return. He felt like he knew things that no one else knew about him. From how overwhelmed he sometimes got from his parents’ expectations of him, to how he felt like all of his friendships were surface level at best, to how anxious he sometimes got when thinking about the future. 

He really liked those nights when they would talk about things like that. He liked getting to know who he really was.

He liked how he would sometimes look down at his hand to see that he had drawn a little doodle for him - usually it was a cat. He loved drawing cats for some reason.

Through everything though, he oftentimes wondered what he looked like or what his voice sounded like. How tall was he? What color was his hair? Did he have good taste in clothes? What did his smile look like? What did his laugh sound like? 

He wanted to know the answer to those questions so badly. He didn’t know for sure if they would ever meet though, and, even if, by some twist of fate, they met, how would they even know that it was them? Was it possible that they had met already and they just didn’t know it?

Questions like that kept him up at night, but, at the end of the day, there was nothing he could really do about those uncertainties but keep moving forward.

- - -

It was his first day of school as a second year. He was ready for this year to be great. He was ready for these upcoming days to be the best in his life. 

That was, he had been ready for all that until he crashed his bike.

He had barely made it to school on time, laying his head on his desk as he tried to push through the pain. 

When the new transfer student was introduced, he was barely paying attention - that was, he was barely paying attention until he glanced up to see him walking toward him, heading to the empty desk in front of him.

Just seeing his face made his breath catch in his throat. He didn’t think he had even seen a guy as handsome as he was. He was tall and it looked like he had a decent amount of muscle built up on his arms and chest. There was just something about him that made him want to talk to him and get to know him.

What was his name again?

He tried desperately to remember what he had said, but it was all a blur. 

The rest of the day, he spent staring at the back of his head, trying to think of what he should say to him. He could talk to him after class.

- - -

He didn’t get a chance to speak to him after class. 

There had been an announcement made saying that everyone was to stay in their classrooms. He had decided to take that opportunity to give Chie back the DVD she had leant him, only to realize that he had cracked it that morning when he had crashed. 

He didn’t even want to remember the pain that had happened after that.

He then had to rush to get to Junes to work a shift, so speaking to the transfer student was something that would have to wait until the next day. 

After he had gotten home, eaten, and taken a shower, he had climbed into bed, grabbing a pen off of his desk, clicking it open, and beginning to write.

How was your day?

He only had to wait a few minutes before there was a response.

It was fine. It’s a new school this year, but it doesn’t seem bad. What about you?

Huh, that was right. He had mentioned that he was transferring schools. He hoped that everything went well at his new one.

That’s good. I’m sure you’ll settle in in no time. And it was… I crashed my bike on the way to school

Oh no. Are you okay?

I’m fine. Oh, but there is a new transfer student in my class. He sits in front of me, but I just can’t remember his name.

Do you like him?

His face felt hot as he read that question. He had been the only one he had ever told about the confusion he had faced in regards to his sexuality. They had talked for a long time about it and he had eventually admitted that he was attracted to both guys and girls. It wasn’t something he was super comfortable admitting to other people though. 

During that same conversation, he had admitted to him that he was exclusively into guys as well. Hearing that had made him a little more comfortable, but also created even more of a kinship between them.

He’s really hot if that’s what you’re asking

That was what I was asking. You should really find out his name though.

I’m working on it.

They talked for a while longer before both deciding to call it for the night. 

He was definitely going to talk to the transfer student tomorrow.

- - -

He crashed his bike again. 

Straight into a trash can. 

To make matters worse, the transfer student watched him do it. He even helped him out of it.

He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

“Are you okay?” he asked, quiet worry apparent in his voice.

He let out a forced laugh, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I really owe you one though.”

“It’s no problem. It’s just good that you’re not hurt.”

“Yeah… Oh! I’m Yosuke Hanamura by the way. We’re actually in the same class.”

“Yu Narukami.”

Yu. His name was Yu.

“It’s nice to meet you. We should probably get heading to school soon though or else we’re gonna be late.”

Yu nodded, beginning to walk in the direction of the school. He really didn’t talk much, did he? Then again, he probably talked enough to make up for two people, so it didn’t really bother him that much.

- - -

After school, he wound up hanging out with Yu and Chie, going to Junes for a while and talking about things. Chie made them promise to try out something called “The Midnight Channel” that night. It sounded kind of kiddish to him, but he would still try it out. 

He had gone home after that, heading up to his room and doing his homework, but, before he knew it, it was later at night. 

He had some time to kill before midnight, so he decided that he might as well talk to his Partner and get him caught up on what had happened that day.

He sat down on his bed with a pen, beginning to write on his arm.

I know his name.

There was a response almost immediately.

What is it?

Yu Narukami

There was a long pause. A longer pause than he ever remembered there being in the middle of a conversation. Was he all right? 

He waited a few more seconds, when, to his relief, there was a reply.

What do you think about him?

Well, like I said, he’s really hot. He doesn’t really talk a lot, but that’s fine. The first thing that he did was to help me, so I like that about him. And, I mean, we didn’t really get a long time to talk, but I really want to get to know him more. 

He had written a lot. That had taken up most of the space on his arm. 

He took a while to respond again.

I hope you do get to know him better.

They talked for a while longer, but he was acting a little bit weird. Was it possible that he was jealous about the fact that he wanted to get to know Yu or that he thought he was hot? He wanted to reassure him, but he also didn’t want to make any assumptions.

As it started getting closer to midnight, he cut off the conversation, saying that he had things he still needed to do that night. 

He still thought it was kind of dumb, but he went to go try and watch the Midnight Channel.

- - -

A lot happened the next day.

All three of them had watched the Midnight Channel and they had all seen someone on it. But then, Yu had said that he had unconsciously gone to touch his TV screen and his hand had gone through it.

Neither him or Chie really believed him. He had to have just been half asleep.

They had gone to Junes after school and gone to the electronics department. 

He hadn’t actually been half asleep. When they had gotten there, he had stuck his whole hand and arm into one of the TVs there, eventually sticking his whole head inside. 

Both he and Chie had started panicking, and, in that panic, all three of them had fallen completely inside the TV.

There was a whole nother world inside of there. One filled with fog that made him feel exhausted and nauseous. 

After a while, they had come across this weird bear… thing, who had offered them a way out. 

They were currently standing in the parking lot at Junes, saying their goodbyes. Chie left first, leaving just him and Yu.

He stretched his arms over his head, yawning, “Well, I should probably get going home too.”

Yu looked down at the ground, hesitating before speaking, “Actually, there was something that I wanted to talk to you about if you’d be willing.”

“What about?”

“Well…” He hesitated for a few seconds, “Do you want to come over?”

Come over? To his house? To his bedroom maybe? What did he want to talk to him about in there?

“Uh… why exactly?”

“There’s just something I really need to show you.”

He was looking at him almost pleadingly. Despite his concerns, there was something about him that made him not want to say no.

“All right. Let’s go.”

He gave him a soft, almost relieved looking smile. A smile that made his heart start to pound in his chest. 

He followed him as he led him to his house. His younger cousin was home and he briefly exchanged introductions with her before heading up the stairs to Yu’s room.

It was pretty bare in there - only the essentials that he needed for living. Then again, if he had just transferred, he probably hadn’t had a lot of time to fully settle in yet.

He sat down on the couch against one wall while Yu sat in his desk chair.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?”

Yu took a deep breath before reaching onto his desk and grabbing a pen, opening it, then placing it above his hand, writing something on it. 

He watched as he did it, his confusion only growing deeper. 

After a second, he looked up, meeting his eye. 

“What?”

“Just look at your hand.”

At his hand? Why would he look at his hand?

He decided to humor him, lifting his hand up, his breath catching as he saw what was written there in his soulmate’s neat and precise handwriting.

Yosuke

He looked up to see Yu smiling at him - a smile that made his heart start to pound. 

“You’re…”

“Yeah.”

Yosuke didn’t even quite register what he was doing as he stood, clearing the small distance between them, and wrapping his arms around him, more or less moving to be sitting in his lap.

He grunted, but wrapped his arms around his waist as well, holding him against him.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. He was so warm and comfortable. Familiar, yet not at the same time. 

How could this be real? This was his soulmate. His Partner. They were actually getting to see each other in the flesh. It was almost too good to be true.

After a while, he pulled back slightly. There were tears in his eyes as he spoke.

“I can’t believe that it’s actually you. I didn’t know if we’d ever actually get to see each other.”

Yu reached up, laying his palm against his cheek. It was oddly intimate, but he found that he really didn’t mind it, leaning into the touch.

“It is a little hard to believe that we’d end up so close together.”

“How long have you known that it was me?”

“Not until you wrote my name.”

Yosuke’s heart seemed to stop as he remembered something. He groaned, burying his face against his collar bone, “That means I told you directly how hot I thought you were.”

“‘Were’? You don’t think so anymore?”

He pulled back, glaring at him, “Of course I still think you’re hot.”

He gave a small laugh. A laugh that made his heart start to flutter.

“You’re pretty hot yourself.”

He made a noise, once again burying his face into his collar bone. He had never been called hot before and it was so embarrassing. 

Yu began to gently run his fingers through his hair. That was such a pleasant sensation - one that he could easily fall asleep to. 

“So, if you’re willing, do you want to maybe hang out like this more often?” Yu asked. 

Yosuke pulled slightly back off of him, looking into his hopeful gray eyes.

“Of course. You’re gonna have a tough time getting rid of me now.”

He laughed. “That sounds perfect.”

[princesssmars]

something new pt.II

a monet de haan x reader

the royals of constance billiard have invited you into their ranks, and the princess seems to have a motive.

contains: slighttt angst for kinda shitty parents in the start/middle. mostly fluff and me loving monet. maybe some ooc moments. the writing style changing every section. not really proof read we die like men.

a/n: writing this i realized that the group in ggrb does. not have a name. so corny ass "the royals" it is ! <3 this took me forever but im inspired by gg spotify playlists and pure gay yearning. also what the hell do you call someone with black hair.

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if there's one thing you should have expected from becoming friends with the royals of constance billard, it was how quickly they got stuff done.

on your way home from the charity benefit hall, you opened your phone to see that the six enigmas you had met at the party had all followed you and already added you to a group chat. as soon as you open it you already see audrey tagging you and telling you how you're all meeting up tomorrow to go shopping, apparently. lucky you.

once you arrived at your parents townhouse, maybe one of the only things you found bearble at this point was your new home, for its gorgeous interior and exterior and your spacious room, you rushed inside and up to your room so as to avoid whatever bullshit about your behavior they're going to chastise. after cleaning yourself up and getting ready for bed, you laid down and typed ‘sounds like a plan. see u tmmrw.’

putting your phone on your nighstand to charge, you were left to stare at your ceiling and ponder over what happened tonight and asking why. why did these people gravitate to you so quickly? did they just want another rich kid to add to their posse? you knew people just used each other often in your world of the rich and powerful, but god did it seem unappealing.

as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted real friends. hell, maybe even a girlfriend.

as the thought crossed your mind, a certain brown skinned girl with ombre twists crossed your mind, making you jolt up in bed.

“no…no no no dont do that.” you whisper and smack your cheeks, trying to convince yourself that no, you didnt have a crush on probably the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. that was crazy. pure insanity.

it made no sense. you could tell the kind of person she was, the queen bee, (technically the queen bee's second hand, intriguing), the girl everyone wanted or wanted to be and she knew it.

she also seemed a bit mean, which you were normally into.

but you didnt want to get yourself hurt.

not after what happened last time.

and so you fall asleep, thinking of pretty clothes and fake smiles.

youre rudely awakened by your alarm at around eight am, set the night before so you could get ready for the day ahead. you get up from bed, struggling to not check your notifications and messages on your phone before making your way to your on suite bathroom. in there you do your usual morning routine, rinsing off your body in the shower and doing your facial routine at the sink.

once youre finished, you head over to your closet to pick out an outfit when youre phone starts ringing. you see the caller id is max, and you swipe on the green to answer. "hello? you get up ths early too?"

"nah, but i had a feeling you would be. seem like the early bird type." max's voice drawls through the phone, still deep with the effects of sleep. "are you up at the asscrack of dawn because youre excited or because youre used to it?"

you laugh slightly, flipping through your pants and your skirts. "a bit of both, actually. my parents always made me get up really early so i know i have time to do everything. but the sunrise is also pretty."

max's voice laughs through the phone. "thats a good reason, ill admit. personally i like the sunset better."

"then i guess we've come to an empasse..." your voice trails off, finally finding a suitable outfit for looking nice but also being comfy while you walk around. "im about to get dressed, should i call you back?"

"nope put me on speaker, we've got things to talk about before we go shopping today." he states. youre confused, but put the speaker on anyway, giving him the go ahead to start talking.

"alright, youve probably already guessed this because you seem smart, but we all kinddd of want something from you." his bluntness makes you giggle.

"want something? from me? i sure hope its not my money." you joke, smiling as you hear his playful scoff from the phone.

"trust me, we're covered on that front. it was really julien and monets idea to bring you into the group, which congrats for getting in at the speed of light, by the way. i wasnt expecting any new additions considering weve all been mostly best friends for years."

this was monets idea?, you think to yourself as you finally wiggle into your clothing. there was a bit of a connection last night, but you didnt think it was strong enough for someone as seemingly impassive as her to start indoctrinating you into her friend group.

"what do you mean by mostly? you all seemed close from what i saw." you question.

max sighs through the phone, telling you that you might have guessed wrong. "its...a bit complicated. ill explain more of it later. my dads are calling me for breakfast. by the way, do you want me to pick you up later? i dont mind."

"sure, i want to hear all of the group secrets on the way there, though." you joke, laughing harder when he gives a fake laugh through the phone before saying your goodbyes.

after youve gotten dressed and made sure you had everything, you head downstairs to get a quick morning snack before the drive.

after grabbing your quick bite, youre stopped in your tracks by the sight of your mother in the doorway. she's wearing sportswear and her skin is slightly sweaty, meaning she just came back from her morning run. she eyes the food in your hand and you scoff, brushing past her to the front door.

for the next few minutes you stand in front of your home, scrolling through your socials and lightly listening to music until a honk makes you jerk your head up. in front of the sidewalk sits a very nice white car, with a smiling brunette boy looking straight at you.

"hurry up! i dont wanna hear audrey badger me for being late." he yells, making you match his bright smile. you get comfortable in the front seat, already vibing with the song he has playing from his spotify and the sweet smell of his car.

"do you really use a jelly bean air freshener?"

"i needed one that fit my personality."

"ah, i was wondering why i liked you so much."

throughout the drive to the mall, you get closer and laugh more with max, showing each other your favorite songs and laughing at each others lip syncing. after a few minutes, you finally ask him the question thats been on your mind.

"what did you mean earlier when you said you all...mostly got along?"

he stares straight at the road for a few seconds, the corner of his lips quirking up. "do you still talk to the people youve known since you were little? and i mean really little-preschool age."

you think about it beofre shaking you head. because of your parents frequent moving, you didnt make any solid connections. hopefully that would change soon.

"well youre kinda lucky. it sounds great when youre young to be best friends forever but in high school people...change. it starts slowly at first but it gets more noticable. i mean, when we were kids aki was like the mediator of the group, but now hes more impassive. audrey was the mother hen but now shes more overbearing, the list goes on." he rants, his voice sounding more melancholic as he goes on. "dont get me wrong, i love my friends but...everythings changing."

you nod along as he talks about his worries, giving him someone to vent to and taking in all of the information hes telling you.

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max parks and you both make your way to the entrance, and he laughs at the look on your face when he says next time you should use the subway.

once inside, the rest of your new group of "friends" come up to you both.

"yn! i hope you made it here alright, hopefully max didnt talk your ear off on the way here." aki says, standing in front of you hand in hand with audrey, who smiles at you.

"youre just soo funny, menzies. you really should pursue a career in comedy." max jokes dryly, punching his friend in the arm playfully. as they start a playful arument, audrey takes your hand and pulls you over to where her and julien were standing.

"its so nice to see you again, yn," julien greets you and takes your arm in hers, audrey taking the one on your other side, "todays gonna be so fun, i promise. monet and luna are over in gucci, but i was thinking of heading over to saks..."

"why dont we meet them in gucci? then we can all shop together..." you suggest, your voice trailing off when you catch the look max is giving you in the corner of your eye.

julien smiles, tugging you along.

you get to the store, eyeing the collection of clothing, purses, and shoes. after a few seconds of looking around, your eyes connect with monets from across the store.

luna is next to her, the noirette talking lowly while shes observing a heel in her hand. but monets eyes stay on you, humming along to whatever shes saying-

"i think this would look pretty on you, yn," audreys soft voice yanks you out of your trance, holding up a cropped coat up to your chest, observing it from all angles.

"yeah, you're right. but its still august, isnt it a little too soon for a coat?"

"it'll get cold quick." monets voice pops up from the other side of audrey, startling you a bit. "didnt you live in maine previously? i wouldve thought all they had was lobsters and snow."

"i traveled with my parents in the winter months often, so i didnt feel the cold. but there were some perks of living there. a lot less...trash."

monets eyes widen and audrey barely stifles a laugh at your comment, the former slightly glaring at the two of you. audrey composes herself quickly.

"monet is right, once it hits late september the temperature starts dropping quick. youre buying it." audrey thrusts the piece of clothing in your hand, starting to look for more in the expensive collection.

monet still stands in front of you, smiling at you with an emotion in her eyes you cant quite place. but if you had to guess, it was nothing good for you.

"what do you want from me?" your bluntness shocks her out of her stupor, the girl crossing her hands on her chest.

"why do you think i want something from you?"

"lets not act coy. i just got here and your merry little band is trying to make me feel as if ive been here for years, and i know you have something to do with it."

she continues to smile at you, tapping her manicured finger on her arm. "and just why would i do something like that? i dont even know you."

alright, this was just pissing you off. "look, im not gonna turn into one of your little pawns. so whatever dumb ass game you're playing, leave me out of it."

"oh, yn," she sighs, bringing her hand up smooth her soft hand down your face, "you're already on the board. and trust me, when the time comes for choosing, youll wanna be on our side. now, lets go shopping, hm?"

you open your mouth to rebuttal but she shuts you up with a wave of her hand, moving directly to your left to loop your arms together and continue walking through the store.

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despite some hesitance brought on by your inherent suspicion and monets ominous words, you will admit you had some fun with the group at the mall and going around to see the sights of new york.

but maxs comment from the car rung in your head often, and you noticed how they all had little groups within them. monet and luna mostly stayed to themselves if they weren't getting julien picture perfect for a picture. said julien really only seemed to connect with audrey, talking to obie but his face looked...conflicted?

during your observation your eyes yet again catch on monets, who just gives you a little smile and a wave.

you had a feeling this wouldnt end well for you.

eventually the sun starts to set and conversations start to dull, with julien suggesting you all come to her place and chill and to record some stuff for her instagram. julien calls her drivers to pick you up, but because of the uneven number, someone is going to have to sit by themselv-

"join me in the second car. i wanna talk." monet whispers from behind you, causing a shiver to go down your spine at the sudden nature of it and her closeness. intrigued you oblige, crawling into the back of the suv behind her and settling in.

its quiet for a handful of seconds, only the faint noise of the city and the moving car surrounding you.

"what do your parents do?"

the question throws you off. you would have thought she had done extensive digging on your history.

"theyre in the investing business. they just look to colleges with the most promising alumni and fund their programs. guess they also invest in start up businesses. but frankly i dont care and want nothing to do with it, and im confused at why you're asking me this."

she sighs, as if debating if she wants to speak - or really if she doesnt. she closes her eyes and rubs one of her temples with her fingers before pushing what she wants to say out.

"im asking because i want you on my side. everyone treats me like im just one of juliens dumb followers and that what i do is a joke but its not. i want to actually do something and make a business for myself, thats why i push her so hard. i dont want to join my familys company and i can tell you dont either."

you nod along to her words, not going to ignore her opening up to you. "buttt what do you need me on your side for? are you going to start some kind of war or..."

"i love julien, i really do. we've known each other since before we started teething. but shes changing and becoming this...sentimental wannabe good girl and i know eventually shes gonna leave me and my management in the dust. when it happens i need something to fall back on."

"so what, you do all of this shit for me just to be your back up plan?"

"i did it because i need to trust you. and i need you to trust me." she states, looking you dead in the eyes. you can see the sincerity in her eyes, and you hope its real because if not she was a really good liar. "besides, i know alll about what happened at your last school. you may try to act like some impassive above it, all cool girl attitude, but i know we're a lot more alike than you think."

your heart stops the same time the car does. the sincerity is still there, but nows its sinister. manipulative. and if you were being honest, kinda hot.

"think about what i said. and dont mention this to the others, ok?" monet composes herself, getting out from over you when the door is opened and youre still frozen in place.

you're snapped back into reality when she grabs your hand and helps you out, pressing her shoulder to yours as you walk into the lobby of juliens building. you dont know whether to be scared or excited when she whispers in your ear again.

"it can be our first little secret."

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this. took me forever. and kicked my ass. but season two is here so i rushed. id appreciate any feedback bc ik the plot right now feels messy but hope yall enjoyed anyway <333

[carica-ficus]

Review: Some Desperate Glory

Author: Emily Tesh

Date: 01/03/2024

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

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This was the second book I've read as part of a little bookclub between the editorial team of Morina Kutija (which I'm a part of) and the girls behind the BookTube canal Bookworm Dreams. The live discussion is actually available on Youtube and it's on English, so if you can listen to us ramble if you want. 😊

This was one hell of a ride, especially because I really hated this book at the beginning, but at the end I actually really liked it.

"Some Desperate Glory" follows Kyr, a seventeen year old girl that serves as a soldier on one of humanity's last living colonies after Earth has been destroyed a few decades ago. Her dream is to be a full-fledged soldier, but she gets sent to the division of Nursery instead, forced to serve her community as a breeder. Her whole future is turned upside down, so she does the only thing she can - runs away.

The beginning of the book was, as I already mentioned, quite weak. Kyr starts off as an intimidating oppressor which inflicts the strict rules of her military government. There's not much to like about her. It's obvious that her character is meant to develop over time, but it is still hard to read through all her close-minded opinions. Furthermore, the writing style starts off very bland. It seems almost soulless, converging only what is going on, instead of offering an experience. It's also riddled with blatant info-dumps that are generally not too important to the story, nor do they add much depth to any of the characters or their civilization.

A big switch happens right at the half point of the book, transforming the story into a well rendered problematic and adding more volume to the writing. The characters suddenly start to express their motivations, fears, and ideals, which also makes them appear more lifelike. Suddenly, it's easy to connect with them and to root for them. There's also a defined goal Kyr wants to achieve, one that finally stems away from her own personal gain and shapes her into the hero this book sought for.

The main theme of the book is the long and painful process of de-radicalization. Kyr grows up in a fascist military society which governs its subject with an iron fist. Everything is managed through strict control, following rules that should benefit all, but truly only benefit those in power. Kyr's world crashes when she realizes that no matter what she achieves, she will still be treated as the lowest rank. She was a woman, and, therefore, a breeder. Her physical scores mattered little when her whole destiny was in the hands of people who just see her body as her greatest value. Her first escape derives from selfishness - she doesn't care about anybody else, just wants to save her own head, but as the story goes on, she realizes the problem lies in something bigger. There is no freedom until the most vulnerable person in the community is safe because that means everyone could one day be taken advantage off.

Furthermore, her resistance strengthens as she learns that she is not the only woman affected by injustice. Her female friends and family are all treated as cattle, as nothing more than a resource that needs to be used when the need arises. Her privilege in society is incredibly fragile and only when it gets shattered she finally sees how no woman, not even her, can escape the misogynistic and patriarchal government that's in power. She cannot be safe and she cannot be free because their rule will always mistreat her, no matter how much she obeys it.

The process of unlearning all the damaging ideals she has been brought up with is long and confusing. Kyr struggles to accept her view of the world has been wrong - it harmed other people and was only benefiting those in power. Her growth was well thought out, but was a little too sudden. Tesh switches Kyr's whole personality and makes it clash against her past one. Granted, if this change had taken its time and went through a gradual development, this book would've been much longer and unsuitable to be published as a singular piece, but it still feels somewhat unnatural.

Still, "Some Desperate Glory" turned out to be an entertaining and exciting read. The beginning is a little bleak and generic, but the second half makes the whole story worth it.

[formosusiniquis]

she likes the boys in the band (i'm her all time favorite - ch 3

Eddie Munson.

Eddie “the Freak” Munson.

It’s not hard to find an old yearbook in Steve’s room. He's got one for every year that he’d attended Hawkins High signed by friends he didn’t care about anymore. The early years defaced with “jokes” that King Steve probably found hilarious, additional superlatives added and scribbled on pictures; or at least pretended to when Tommy and Carol wrote them in.

Robin remembered enough about Eddie to know that he should have been in Steve’s graduating class last year. It only takes a few seconds of looking to find his senior year book, mostly unsigned except for a handful of girls who had cared more about his reputation in the bedroom than the classroom and helpfully provided their phone numbers. At least it isn’t defaced. Thankful that he won’t have to explain to Robin how bad a person he really used to be.

She flicks him in the forehead, even though she can feel the thunk of it too. His glasses slide down his nose as he instinctively jerks away. Stop thinking bad things about yourself. She signs. You were a kid, you’ve grown.

He busies himself with the book again. The benefit of sign is he can just look away if he doesn’t want to listen anymore. 

On a page beneath Zachary Miller and Katherine Murphy is “Not Pictured Edmund Munson.”

They find him in the back, the grinning face that Steve had become very attached to over the last two weeks of shows in a club picture for the DnD group. 

I bullied him.

You don’t know that.

It was worse that she was right. He didn’t know that. Just like he didn’t remember sharing a class with her. Just like he doesn’t really remember most of the horrible things he would say or do to people just trying to survive their time at Hawkins High. 

It’s what he does remember that haunts him. The things he said to Jonathan Byers before he rightly got his ass kicked. The casual way he used to throw out insults deliberately targeting things he knew people were sensitive about. Grades, appearance, social life, or home life none of it had ever felt off the table. How he would stand back while Tommy would take out his own rage, his own problems, out on whoever had the misfortune of crossing paths with them on a given day. Can so easily imagine how he would have noticed Eddie's attachment to his nerd game, how Tommy would have taken that and run with it. Maybe he tore up Eddie's manuals, maybe he flushed a set of those jewel toned dice the kids all had. 

AO3

[lovedetlost]

Every guy I talk to on dating apps seem to just want friends with benefits and it’s so frustrating cause I never had a relationship (I’m now done with college) and everyone talks about their high school and college relationships and it’s like what am I doing wrong! I know I’m not the most attractive girl but nobody has ever showed an interest in me until I got on dating apps (a few months ago) and it’s all just fwb or they stop talking to me like I know I’m awkward but ugh. And I don’t think it’s even jealousy anymore, it’s just, what is so wrong with me that all of my friends and family seem to always have people chasing after them and always going in dates (or are in long term relationships. And it’s like the only guy that ever kissed me was at a party and I’m pretty sure he only did cause he had just broken up with his girlfriend (I did not know that at the time). And you would think ok, it’s my personality then, I’m a bitch right? But I really don’t think so, that’s like the one thing I pride myself on is being nice and kind to everyone and always willing to drop what I’m doing to help others and I don’t like saying bad things about people (like yeah I do gossip about things but not really anything hurtful, and that’s only with very close friends). It’s just like why did I never have the opportunity to experience a high school or college romance. Like why was I and why am I still not good enough? And now everyone is past that stage and into the I just want to fuck with no commitment stage.

And to be honest, I feel like I could be in a fwb situation too but I don’t want it first to be like that. I know a lot of people find the whole virginity thing a controlling social construct, which yeah it is, but I want my first time to be meaningful, not special per say like in the movies where it’s no pain, and everything is perfect, but just meaningful, you know?

And what if one day I do get into a relationship, I tell them I have never been in a relationship before/never had sex, and it’s seen as weird and a red flag.

Anyways, sorry for ranting so much. It’s just upsetting you know?

Also I don’t know why it added a ton of space between the first and second paragraph but it won’t go away so sorry for the format

i am so sorry this got lost in the myriad of asks this one speaks to my soul.

darling i am 29 and have had one relationship that lasted for four months, and in hindsight i don't even know if he liked me let alone loved me. i have spent what feels like all of my adult life looking for what others seem to find so fucking easy.

and i am the same. i have tried to find someone, anyone willing to have me just on the side. but i seem to be so easy to live without.

and every day i fight that narrative, the one just one sentence above. it is not always easy, and it weighs so heavily on my heart. but i believe, i have to believe, that there is a reason and a point to this and one day i will find someone who wants to scream from the rooftops that i'm their girl.

and baby, if i believe that for me, i believe it for you. one day the why will make sense. and though it sometimes makes me cry so much i feel i may drown, i just have to hold my head eye and act confident and hope that acting will soon be being. but i will never stop yearning for what others have. i just have to make peace with it, and hope that it will soon change.

also in regard to the virginity thing, i may have changed the truth to the guy i slept with for the first time. i’ve spoken about that if you’re interested.

baby, if you’re going to take away anything, take away this. people around us will not always be the best barometers for who we are. just because the men in your life (and mine) have easily cast us aside, doesn’t mean we deserve it. you’re beautiful and kind and one day someone will wonder why the fuck no one snatched you up, but thrilled they didn’t