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bucketbueckers · 1 day ago

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FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

pairing: azzi fudd x fem!reader

content: language, slight cheating (deserved? 🌚), messy, toxicity, gaslighting, angst (w a happy ending bc angst without a happy ending makes me want to jump)

wc: 9.2k

synopsis: The unspoken truth between you and Azzi was that the two of you weren’t just friends. There was always something more, something that lingered just beneath the surface, something that was so glaringly obvious to your mutual friends yet something neither of you wanted to fully acknowledge. You thought that it was safer this way – keeping your relationship with Azzi strictly platonic, saving the both of you from an eventual heartbreak. Unfortunately, it seems that a toxic girlfriend you weren’t quite committed to was actually all it took for the two of you to give up on trying to stay away from each other.

notes: this was supposed to be a lighter read but 💛 anon said i should make a really angsty fic and well. who am i to deny the people. this was not originally going to have as much plot as it did but my fics never stay on track 🌚 also this is a little all over the place so im sorry!!! as always i hope y'all enjoy 🫶

For as long as you’ve known her, Azzi Fudd wasn’t just your friend. There was always something more between you. Gazes that lingered a little too long, a hand on a waist that burned in the most pleasant way possible, softer smiles that seemed to be reserved only for each other.

You met her during your freshman year – she was a freshman, too, a little wide-eyed and definitely out of her element at the crowded frat party. You were only there for “team bonding” and you quickly realized that “team bonding” meant your teammates were going to get plastered and you’d have to be the babysitter. You’d spotted Azzi from the corner of your eye while you were rummaging through the refrigerator for a water bottle, and, in a rare moment of smoothness where you didn’t stumble over your words because Azzi was drop dead fucking gorgeous, like stunningly beautiful, you’d asked if she wanted a water, too. She told you yes. For good measure, you stole a bowl of hummus and some pita chips from the pantry, asked if she wanted to get some air, and that was that. She told you her name under the glow of the porchlight and you told her yours through a coughing fit (which she’d been endlessly amused by) because the hummus was spicy for whatever reason – either way, you and Azzi had an instant connection, one that went a little deeper than hummus and chips at midnight and an easy conversation you’d never expected to have with a stranger, and frankly, you were a little too scared to give up what you had with her to ever think about acting on your growing feelings.

So, you never did. You never let anything slip – never gave any sort of indication that occasionally, you jolt awake late at night, your skin burning with what feels like the phantom press of Azzi’s lips against your skin. You don’t tell anyone how you’ve spent years organizing that little compartment in the corner of your brain that’s dedicated purely to Azzi – the meticulous system of filing cabinet-esque thoughts and facts about her; you know that you store her favorite color right next to her coffee order, only three rows down from vivid images of her smile, the dimples on her cheeks, the slight pout of her lips.

If anyone asked, Azzi Fudd was just your best friend, and you were hers. It seemed as though Azzi was none the wiser – or perhaps she was too polite to say anything otherwise, or maybe she’d felt the same way, too, and was just as afraid of ruining your friendship as you were – no way that was actually the truth, though. Despite your best efforts, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. Paige was convinced that you and Azzi were meant to be. Caroline always glanced at you meaningfully when you and Azzi walked into the room at the same time or when she caught you staring at her from afar. It was as though you and Azzi were just one big inside joke that everyone was in on but the two of you.

It’s a late night at Ted’s when you find yourself nursing a drink at your usual table. Paige had stolen Aubrey and Ayanna away to play some pool, KK, Jana, and Ice were dancing, and Azzi and Caroline went to the bathroom to freshen up. In times like these, you wish you were just a little better at saying no to Azzi – there’s something in the air that’s bringing your mood down and you can’t figure out what it is. It’s like a heaviness weighing down on you, a sort of dread that fills your veins. You’re sure the liquor isn’t helping either. Granted, you’re only a few sips in, not one to ever progress past tipsy, but you’re not really feeling the night out. Azzi had gazed at you with her big doe eyes, lips drawing into a pout. You figure you’d have a better chance at fighting off a bear than living with yourself after denying Azzi something.

“Hey–”

You can’t help the way you startle, lost in your thoughts. Azzi’s tinkling laughter reverberates in this small bubble of space you’ve created in the back corner of the bar; despite yourself, your lips curl into an amused smile, Azzi’s presence alone enough to lift your mood. “How’s the brooding, Batman?”

Huffing out something akin to laughter, you roll your eyes a little, sliding over in the booth to let Azzi in. She sits, eliminating the space between your bodies completely; you swallow, trying to not fixate on the way her shorts ride up on her thighs as her skin presses against yours, and Azzi? She’s the perfect picture of nonchalance, taking a sip from her drink like she’s completely unaware of how she’s turned your brain into mush. “Not brooding,” you argue. You don’t comment on how weak your voice sounds. Blessedly, Azzi doesn’t either, but she sets her drink down on the table to gaze at you.

Her brows draw together when she asks, “You okay?” Her fingers brush across your cheek and up your temple, which makes all of the blood rush to your head. “You’re feeling a little hot. You sure you’re not catching whatever bug Kayla and Jana had?”

You try for a chuckle, but even that comes out unconvincing. “Might be the alcohol,” you deflect, knowing full well that the two and a half sips you’ve had weren’t even enough to get you buzzed. The truth of the matter is that after a while, this just gets exhausting – pretending that you weren’t completely head over heels for Azzi. She’s your best friend. It’s easy to hide your feelings during the day when you’re both occupied – Azzi with basketball, you with softball – but things change at night. You’re looser, less-restrained, and all of the walls you keep up during the day to keep your feelings at bay come crashing down. Everything just feels so much more stronger and part of you starts to wonder if it’s worth it anymore – harboring your feelings. Maybe saying them out loud would be enough for you to start working through them and finally get over Azzi. Maybe you could finally be just friends again and you could spend time with her without hyperfocusing on how each and every one of your nerve-endings light up with activity at the slightest brush of her skin against yours.

Then, Azzi’s smiling at you, something soft and warm and mischievous all at the same time, like she’s got a trick up her sleeve and she knows that you’ll spend hours trying to figure out what it is. Her next words surprise you, moreso when her hand circles around your wrist, intertwining your fingers. “Come dance with me,” she requests.

Your throat bobs as you swallow, glancing at her hesitantly. “What?” you say smartly.

Azzi rolls her eyes, standing and pulling you to her feet. “I said–” She plants her hands on your shoulders and all you can really do is let yours fall to her waist, your fingers catching on her belt loops, “–come dance with me. You’ve been sitting too long. No wonder that half a shot of alcohol is kicking your ass.”

“It was like two shots,” you shoot back, but you let Azzi drag you across the room. You catch Paige’s eye as she leans over the pool table, lining up her shot, and she gives you a knowing look that just makes your cheeks heat up all over again. If you never got the chance to tell Azzi how you’d felt, you were sure that Paige Bueckers and that big ass mouth of hers would find a way to slip up and tell Azzi herself. “And you know that bartender uses that strong tequila.”

“I think you’re just a lightweight, babe,” Azzi states, pulling you into her space as she leads you to the beat of the music. You try to not focus too much on her words, but babe has begun to circulate through your mind on repeat, bumping into things haphazardly. Before you know it, one of your last remaining brain cells has caught the word in a jar like a butterfly and has stored it in that compartment in your brain next to everything you know about Azzi. The jar is tucked onto a shelf, only a few rows down from your filing cabinet system; one day you’ll worry about just how much space in your brain is dedicated to Azzi Fudd, but as her hands burn marks into your skin, guiding your body against hers, you find that you don’t really care.

Neither of you say anything as you dance along to the song. You can feel the bass in the ground, reverberating through your body as it races up your spine. You feel Azzi’s hand splayed across your waist, her grip firm, like there’s some sort of unspoken promise that she’d lose it if you weren’t in her personal space at all times – she spins you around, your back to her front, and the drag of her fingertips against your skin makes your head dizzy. Her breath tickles the back of your neck, her voice sweet as she hums in tune with the singer through the crackling speakers.

It’s in times like these that everything fades away – your hesitation, your insecurities, the worries that Azzi may never truly reciprocate what you feel for her. All you can truly focus on is the gradually lessening space between the two of you, the cloud of her perfume in the air, each and every one of her whispered lyrics and the smile she presses against your temple. You’re not sure if there’s a chance in hell that you’d be able to get over her. But for now, that’s the least of your worries, far too lost in the warmth of her palm against your bare skin where your shirt has ridden up – until you’re dragged back into the real world.

Azzi’s grip has tightened on you, but you barely register it as you open your eyes to see who has interrupted you. It’s a girl, probably around your age, hair dyed a red so dark that it’s nearly brown. She’s wearing a form-fitting black dress, and sure, she’s conventionally attractive, but Azzi has had your attention for nearly four years; you can’t think or look at anyone that’s not her. When the redhead asks Azzi to dance, a hopeful smile on her face, you feel your stomach churn immediately. It’s enough to sober you up fully – drunk not because of the alcohol, but because you’d allowed yourself to fall into Azzi as if the two of you were actually together. You’re reminded of the fact she’s just your best friend. The way she’s holding you means nothing. You feel Azzi’s gaze on you, but before she can say anything, you extract yourself from her hold, smiling unconvincingly at her, and you’re too unfocused to notice the way her face falls.

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” you say, nodding meaningfully to the redhead as bile pools in your throat. “You have fun, okay?”

You’re gone before Azzi can say anything else, unwilling to look back. You push your way through the crowd to the bar, swallowing back the humiliation and the fact that despite everything, a part of you still yearns for Azzi, and you motion to the bartender, requesting another drink. You dig through your wallet for your card, fingers trembling, cursing under your breath when it refuses to slide out of the little pocket it’s nestled in.

“I got it,” someone else says. You glance up to see an unfamiliar woman offering her card out for the bartender to swipe. She flashes you a charismatic smile and in return, all you can do is raise your brow.

“You didn’t need to do that,” you say, but you slide your wallet back into your pocket, anyway.

“Seemed like you needed a pick me up,” she says, shrugging a shoulder. “Saw you dancing with that girl over there – I was hoping she wasn’t your girlfriend, because I’ve been wanting to buy you a drink all night.”

You take a cautious sip, glancing back into the crowd of people, your eyes finding Azzi immediately. She’s dancing half-heartedly with the redhead, a generous amount of space between the two of them, and she seems to feel your eyes on her because she turns her head, locking eyes with you. You stare for a beat, then avert your gaze, making eye contact with the woman before you. She’s blonde, easy on the eyes, and she seems nice enough. Why not? “We aren’t together,” you state – although you wish you were – and her smile seems to grow.

She tells you her name – Alex – and the two of you dance for about fifteen minutes until Jana, with the grace of a bull in a China shop, interrupts to complain about a tummy ache and that everyone needs to go home. You weren’t sure where she got the logic on that one, but Jana had seemed desperate, and you weren’t going to tell her off in front of Alex.

You and Alex exchanged numbers. Still, she was nice enough, but she wasn’t Azzi. Maybe she was what you needed to get over Azzi, though. Conversation flowed nicely between the two of you and you had some things in common. Maybe you could grow to like her. Maybe you just needed to find someone the opposite of Azzi – blonde, boisterous, and short – to get over the crush you had on her (though you weren’t stupid enough to actually think it was a crush).

Azzi drives you home after Ted’s that night. You’re both silent for the first few minutes until she speaks up. “Did you have fun?” she asks cautiously. You don’t need to ask her to clarify – you know what she means.

You also know that you can’t lie to Azzi. You’ve never been any good at it. She glances at you from the corner of her eye and you feel yourself sink a little further into her passenger seat. “Would’ve had more fun with you,” you confess, watching as some of the tension melts from her shoulders.

“Then why didn’t you?”

You shrug a little, picking at your cuticles. You know exactly why you pushed her away. You just weren’t strong enough to admit it to her. “The redhead seemed to like you,” you say softly. “You don’t have to spend all your time with me. You can like…see other people. Do shit. Have fun. I don’t wanna be your clingy best friend.”

Azzi’s jaw ticks as she signals left, coming to a stop in the turn lane as she waits for the light to change. “What if I want to?” she murmurs. “Spend time with you, I mean. It’s not clingy. It’s just us.” That’s kind of the issue. You don’t voice that thought out loud, trying to ignore the rapid pounding of your heart, too. She speaks again before you can, her voice coming out in an almost petulant huff. “I don’t even remember her name.”

At that, you choke on a laugh, finally lifting your head to look at her. “Whose?” you ask. “The redhead?”

“Yeah,” Azzi confirms, pressing on the gas once the light turns green. “She wasn’t you.”

You swallow thickly. “Alex’s not you, either,” you whisper.

Azzi makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. “Alex,” she repeats, like she’s in disbelief. “Do you like her?”

You shrug again, noncommittal. “She’s…nice,” you say. “And she bought me a seven dollar drink, so…” Azzi doesn’t find that as humorous as you did, her lips drawing into a pout, one you would have teased her for had the situation been less tense. “Az, what’s the issue? I was with her for like, twenty-five minutes. I’m not getting married to her.”

That makes Azzi fall silent again, contemplating her next words. “No issue,” she says, clearing her throat, as if sobering back up. “I’m sorry. I think the alcohol made me moody.”

You don’t comment on how she barely made it through her first drink before switching to water, but she didn’t comment on your lies and deflections, either. “It’s okay,” you say, summoning the courage to nudge her gently. She glances at you once more, a soft look on her face as you say, “Who’s brooding now, Batman?”

That makes her roll her eyes, giggling under her breath before she refocuses on the road. The tension in the car dissolves as she turns on your shared playlist, continuing to drive. For a moment, it feels like nothing is wrong. Tonight was just weird. There’s nothing going on between you and Azzi. Then, your phone buzzes in your lap, the screen lighting up with a text notification from an unknown number. It’s Alex – letting you know that she enjoyed getting to meet you and that she’d like to see you again. You feel the unmistakable feeling of dread wrap its iron fist around your heart. Too caught up in your own reaction to the message, you don’t notice how Azzi’s knuckles turn white as they grip the wheel.

Against your better judgement, you do see Alex again. You stared at her message for a few hours, trying to come up with one good reason why you couldn’t give her a chance, but your mind came up blank every time. She was nice, attentive, had a good sense of humor, and she was wholly focused on you when you’d spend time together. Still, no matter what, you couldn’t shake the image of warm brown eyes from the forefront of your mind. You tell yourself that it’s not supposed to be an overnight change. You don’t love someone for four years and expect it to go away. So, you give Alex that chance (even though it feels so wrong), and she treats you to a few dates over the course of three weeks.

You get to know her. At the very least, she’s a good friend and a charismatic date. She tips well, makes you laugh, and she has an adorable little weiner dog named Bruiser (“Legally Blonde style,” she’d said jokingly, which did make you laugh, mostly because Bruiser, despite his name, was dressed in a cute pair of pink pajamas). By the third date, you start to feel a little hopeful that you’re finally making progress. Alex doesn’t push you – she seems to understand that you want to take it slow, which is something that you’re grateful for. She hasn’t asked you to be her girlfriend yet, either, which is also something you’re grateful for. Becoming her girlfriend this early feels too real, like the idea of you and Azzi is something that you’re fully leaving in the past. Keeping up the facade around Azzi does weigh on you, but it’s become something that feels like a core part of you and being without it feels wrong.

Speaking of Azzi, you don’t tell her too much about the Alex situation. She doesn’t ask much about her, either, a barely concealed look of irritation clouding her features whenever her name is mentioned. She hasn’t told you that she doesn’t like Alex, but at this point, you think her telling you is more of a formality than anything else. It’s clear as day that she hates Alex’s guts, although you don’t suppose Azzi will ever tell you why.

Maybe you’ll be better off this way – having one part of your life that doesn’t revolve around Azzi – well, doesn’t revolve completely around Azzi. Hopefully this little bit of independence will be good for you. This feels more like blind reassurance than actual confidence, but you’ll take what you can get at this point.

As you and Alex spend more time together, something changes with Azzi. At first, it’s nothing serious and you hardly even notice it. Azzi’s texts come a little more frequent, your FaceTimes a little longer. It’s miniscule especially because you and Azzi already text frequently and you spend hours on FaceTime together, but it’s more like a concerted effort to keep you with her and talking to her for longer periods of time. You’re not exactly sure why, although you’re not complaining; you’ve always enjoyed your late night phone conversations where Azzi loses her filter and rambles on and on for hours about the funny things that happen at practice or the latest picture of Stewie that her mom had sent her. You do have to admit this change in behavior makes it a little more difficult to get over Azzi – the constant proximity and speaking isn’t doing you any favors – but you can’t just abandon Azzi because you’re talking to Alex now. Your goal is to go back to a complete, platonic friendship with her, not ice her out completely.

Azzi’s behavior does progress, though. Still, it’s subtle – she’ll come over to your apartment more often or invite you over to hers more frequently. You’ll spend the night watching movies, giggling over the shitty acting or singing along to the Disney movies that Azzi ropes you into watching with her (as if you’d ever say no to her). It ends with her convincing you to stay over or her coming up with a slick excuse how she should just stay the night since her apartment is so far away (that you see right through – Azzi Fudd is a lot of things but a good liar is not one). Sometimes she’ll leave behind a shirt or a hair tie at your apartment; when you ask if she wants you to bring it over, her response is always the same: “Nah, keep it. I don’t have enough space in my closet for that shirt,” or “I noticed you were running out of hair ties anyways – you should just keep it.”

(When Alex comes over, she’ll notice each and every new addition, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Azzi left her sweatpants this time?” she asks, gingerly moving them from the foot of your bed to your desk chair. You don’t notice the bothered look on her face as you hum.

“Yeah,” you say, not thinking much of it. “She said she has too many.”

“Right,” Alex hums, not quite convinced. “You don’t want any of mine?”

Confused, you glance at Alex, busy folding your own laundry. “Your what?”

Alex huffs quietly. “...Forget about it.”)

Then, the behavior ramps up. Azzi is touchier, borderline clingy, which is different because you’re usually the clingy one between you and Azzi. It’s not that obvious when the two of you are watching movies at night – she’ll just lean against you, her head on your shoulder and a leg slung over yours, but in public? She’s almost possessive, always needing to be in contact one way or the other, a firm arm wrapped around your waist at all times. When tipsy randoms approach you to ask to dance, she doesn’t even let them finish their sentences before she’s tightening her arm around you, shaking her head with faux sympathy, and saying, “Sorry, she’s spoken for.”

In public is one thing. But in public when Alex is around is when Azzi really shines. You and Alex aren’t official yet, which is something that Azzi seems to take advantage of. Azzi buys all your drinks, glancing at Alex when she smiles that honey-sweet smile and says, “C’mon, you know I got you, right?” She always whisks you away to dance before Alex can get the chance to, and to be honest, you let her. Deep down, you know that you’d rather be doing this anyway – dancing with Azzi, letting her pull you close like she’s trying to stake a claim or prove something to someone, letting her whisper the lyrics in your ear and the both of you laughing when she starts making up her own words because the actual ones don’t make any sense.

You don’t think much of Azzi’s behavior until Alex calls you that night when Azzi’s in the shower. Alex offered to drive you home, but Azzi stepped in to let her know that you’d be staying over with Azzi to watch a new movie that had recently come out – you weren’t aware those were the plans, but you didn’t mind, either. You’re doing your skincare at Azzi’s vanity when your phone rings. Part of you is tempted to let it go to voicemail, but Alex had seemed bothered, and while the two of you weren’t official yet, you didn’t want to be an asshole.

“Hello?” you greet, pressing the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you rub in your moisturizer.

“Hey,” Alex says. You hear her exhale sharply. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I don’t really know how to, like, explain this, but I feel like you keep blowing me off for Azzi,” Alex states, which makes you pause in your movements. “I feel like Azzi is jealous – of me – and she keeps trying to, fuck, I don’t know, worm her way in between us to keep you away from me? And you just let her do that shit.” You’re silent, letting her words echo in your brain, but she keeps speaking before you get the chance to. “I know she’s your friend. But ‘friends’ don’t behave like that. She’s one day away from pissing on you like a dog to mark her territory and I just need to know – do you even like me? Is this going anywhere? Because I feel like I’m going fucking crazy. I’m trying to be nice about it but at this point I can’t tell what you want from me.”

You open your mouth, then close it, looking vaguely fish-like in the mirror. You can hear Alex’s breathing from the other end of the line as you try to gather your thoughts. Finally, you settle, and gently you say, “Azzi is my best friend.” You can almost visualize Alex’s eye roll, the soft huff that she thinks the microphone doesn’t pick up on. “She’s not jealous. Just…protective, I guess. She’s not trying to get in between us – we’re just always close like that.”

“Then tell her to chill,” Alex says frustratedly. “It’s making me feel like I’m the other woman – like I’m just something you’re stringing along in case Azzi gets bored. Did she ever act like this before I started taking you out? Why is she suddenly so obsessed with being all over you now that she doesn’t have all of your attention?”

“Alex,” you say calmly, surprising yourself. “I am not your girlfriend.”

She laughs bitterly from the other line. “Oh, it’s like that? What, I take you on a few dates and it didn’t mean shit to you?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you hiss. “You don’t have a claim over me. You’re acting like a dog trying to mark its territory. You are not the other woman. There isn’t even a woman. Ask me to be your girlfriend – or don’t – but leave Azzi out of this.”

Alex doesn’t say anything for a few beats until she scoffs. “Okay. Whatever. Have a good fucking night – I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She hangs up without a second word. You roll your eyes, huffing, dropping your phone face down on the surface of Azzi’s vanity as you continue your skincare routine.

“Trouble in paradise?”

Azzi’s voice startles you, which causes you to groan and Azzi to giggle. She murmurs an apology as she comes up behind you, resting her palms over your shoulders, her thumbs pressing into your shoulder blades pleasantly. “Everything okay?”

You shrug, sighing again as her fingers work out the knots in your back. “Alex is just being weird,” you say, grunting when her fingers dig in harder than intended at the mention of her name. Azzi whispers another apology, softening her motions.

“What’d she say?” Azzi coaxes.

You meet her eyes through the mirror, seeing nothing but concern and a willingness to help on her features. “She just…I don’t know. She said you’re ‘one day away from pissing on me like a dog trying to mark its territory.’”

Azzi’s jaw drops, pausing in disbelief for a moment until peals of giggles fall from her lips. Her amusement makes you feel a little bit better about the situation. “Gross,” she says.

“I know,” you agree. “She thinks you’re trying to get between me and her. I told her there wasn’t even a ‘me and her.’ She hasn’t asked me to be her girlfriend.”

Azzi snorts. “How’d she take that one?”

“She told me to have a good fucking night and that she’d see me tomorrow.”

“Yikes,” Azzi says.

You hum again. “Yeah. I’m not really bothered, though. Don’t really wanna deal with it right now. She thinks you’re obsessed with being all over me and that you’re possessive. I said we’re just best friends, like we’ve always been like this?” It’s then that you catch onto Azzi’s sudden silence. Concerned, you turn in your chair to look at Azzi directly. “Az? You good?”

“You know you could do better than her, right?” Azzi’s words surprise you. Your jaw falls slightly, brows drawing together in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Azzi emphasizes, “what’s so good about Alex?” She spits her name like it’s poison. “She danced with you one night at a bar and thinks that makes you exclusive. She’s jealous, possessive, and she doesn’t even try to be cordial to me, Paige, Jana, or anyone. You could do so much better than her. You know you don’t have to settle.”

“I’m not settling,” you argue, even though you know you 100% are settling because you can’t have Azzi.

Azzi gives you a knowing look, one that softens when she sees the confusion in your features, the angst, the insecurity that no matter what, the decision you’re making isn’t a good one. “I just feel like I’m losing you to her,” she admits in a whisper. “That you’re gonna choose her over me.”

“Az,” you breathe out, your heart aching. “I’d never do that. You’re not gonna lose me.”

“I feel like I already have,” Azzi says. She swallows, her eyes searching yours, and she takes a deep breath like this conversation is physically destroying her. She shifts, staring at the wall instead of you, and the way her next breath comes out in a shudder makes you feel like she’s realized something damning. “I don’t… I like being us. Before there was an Alex. And I know I don’t have a claim over you – but it feels like things are changing faster than we realize. That we’re changing and I can’t even figure out why or what’s different because you’re with Alex.”

You soften, standing to face her fully, and you cup her cheeks, pulling her attention back to you. “We aren’t changing,” you promise. “You’re still you. I’m still me. Alex won’t change that.”

“Do you even like her?” You falter, not expecting Azzi to ask you that, and your silence is all the answer she needs. “Why are you with someone you don’t even like?”

“I’m not with her,” you say weakly, but Azzi is shaking her head, pressing on.

“You don’t have to settle,” she reminds you again. “She is not your only option.”

You can’t tell if Azzi is trying to convince you or herself of that. You don’t have the courage to be honest with her, to tell her the real reason you’ve spent so long trying to make yourself believe that you truly liked Alex. So you don’t. Instead, you whisper, “Do we have to talk about this tonight?”

Azzi’s face falls slightly, but you hardly notice it, too caught up in the way your heart nearly pounds out of your chest. She nods, stepping back, and she clears her throat. “Yeah. Whatever you want.”

You can recognize the look in Azzi’s face from a mile away. Softening again, you reach out, wrapping her in a tight hug, one that she immediately melts into. “Thank you,” you murmur into her neck, her skin still a little warm to the touch from her shower. She doesn’t say anything in response to that, instead tightening her arms around your waist, and exhaling deeply.

Alex asks you to be her girlfriend the night after your conversation with Azzi. She’d showed up to your apartment unprompted, bouquet in hand and an apologetic expression on her face. “I was out of line,” she’d said, sincerity in her features. “It wasn’t right of me to get upset or accuse you and Azzi of what I accused you of.” Your heart was pounding out of your chest while she explained herself, apologizing and making it right all in one, but the way your heart raced wasn’t out of anticipation. It wasn’t because you’d spent so long wishing that Alex would ask. Your pulse thrummed because of pure dread and adrenaline coursing through your veins. This wasn’t what you wanted. Not at all. You wanted Azzi – you’ve wanted nobody else but her for close to four years.

But Alex wanted you. Azzi didn’t. You needed to get over her. So, feeling as though you’re making a terrible decision you may never be able to come back from, you say, “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

For a while, things are okay. Azzi clearly isn’t happy with you and Alex now being official, but your friendship stays the same. You try to split your time between the two of them, not wanting to feel as though you have to make a choice between your best friend and your girlfriend, and for the first month that you and Alex are together, it works well enough.

At least it does until Alex decides that it’s not enough.

It’s a Friday night, and you’re supposed to go over to Paige’s dorm to hang out with her and the rest of the team. They’d had a nailbiter game on Thursday and between practices and exams, you all just wanted to take the time to spend together and relax. KK was supposed to be bringing her Switch and you were looking forward to beating Paige’s smug ass at Mario Kart.

“You’re seriously going out?” Alex says from her bed, where she’s been watching you touch up your make-up in the mirror.

You resist an eye roll, not really wanting to argue, so calmly, you explain, “I’m just going to Paige’s to hang out with the team.”

“Feels like you never want to make time with me anymore,” Alex complains. You don’t respond to that, focusing on your mascara, until she speaks up again. “Is Azzi gonna be there?”

Your hand falters, smudging against your cheekbone, and you sigh in frustration as you dig through your clutch for a makeup wipe. “She’s on the team, so yes, Azzi will be there.”

“You do know you’re not with her, right?” That makes you stop moving completely, sliding the wand into the applicator. You turn to meet Alex’s gaze, who seems proud at having elicited a reaction.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not with Azzi,” Alex repeats, as if you needed a reminder. That’s the reason why you’re in this fucked up mess anyways, trying to make yourself like someone who’s not actually the woman you love. “So why do you keep running back to her at the end of the day? You’ve been friends for, what, four years now? If she wanted you, don’t you think she would have done something about it by now?” Despite the anger bubbling in your chest, embarrassment also blooms on your cheeks. “I want you. She doesn’t. Stop chasing her and running away from me – it’s not going to change anything.”

For that, you have no true response, your heart racing. You just feel trapped now. This isn’t what you wanted at all, but you feel like you’re too far in to quit now. “Stay in with me,” Alex states. It’s not a plea, not a request. It’s a demand – and for a moment, you think maybe she’s right. You’re still her girlfriend. You have to spend time with her.

You text Paige, letting her know that you can’t make it tonight. Her response is swift, an over dramatic series of crying emojis followed up by a message that makes your heart constrict – “Az was lookin forward to this all week, she’s gonna crash out lol.” You don’t really know what else to say, so you just send Paige another apology before powering your phone off, knowing that as soon as Azzi finds out, you’re going to be the first person she calls.

You and Alex curl up on her couch, browsing through Hulu for a show to watch. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders feels wrong. It’s too stifling, too possessive. It’s nothing like the way Azzi would wrap her arm around you – making you feel safe and grounded all at once. Alex is nothing like Azzi and in the beginning, you thought that was just what you needed to let go of Azzi. Now, it feels like giving up Azzi feels like giving up a part of yourself.

Another month passes by in a blur of daily disappearances, shitty excuses, and daydreams of soft brown eyes and a dimpled smile. Anytime you’d try to make plans with Azzi or her teammates, Alex would remind you of all the reasons why you shouldn’t. You’re with me – not them. Why did you pursue me if you were just going to discard me? And at a certain point in time, the edges start getting blurry. You can’t even remember if you’d truly made those promises to Alex in the first place.

Azzi tried to reach out a few times, but Alex’s watchful eye had creeped into every facet of your life. She was there to pick you up from your practices. There wasn’t a single plan you’d made that she hadn’t carefully looked over and approved – most of them she invited herself along for, just to make sure you wouldn’t stray too far away. Weeks passed and you couldn’t remember the last time you had a life to yourself that wasn’t corrupted by every inch of the woman you’d danced with at the bar.

Escaping feels too difficult. Lately, it feels as though Alex knows more about you than you know about yourself. She strings you along just to yank the chain, leaving you unmoored and choking around a collar you were sure you’d fastened yourself. She’s devoted and loving one moment, cold and apathetic the next when she feels as though you hadn’t done enough to earn her affection. She’s attached at your hip for one week, then leaves you drowning the next when she suddenly ghosts, leaving you wondering if you’d truly had a girlfriend at all.

The irony isn’t lost on you. Alex had accused you of stringing her along for the ride to get over Azzi, and now here she is. You don’t think she’s trying to use you to get over someone, but perhaps she’s punishing you for the way you’d chosen Azzi at every opportunity at the beginning of your relationship. You’re doing the time now, you suppose, although every morning you wonder if and when your sentence would end; you hope that Alex would grow tired of you one day and finally dispose of you. You weren’t sure if you had the confidence to drag yourself out of this mess despite how easily you threw yourself into it.

“You know Azzi’s like, in love with you, right?” Alex asks you one day. You’re sitting at the table, poking at your chicken and spinach mindlessly. Your girlfriend sits across from you, arms crossed and plate clean. Her words make you falter, your fork stilling, and you don’t glance up, not wanting to confront the expression on her face. “I recognized it the first night at the bar. She was all over you while you were dancing, holding you like she owned you. When she went to dance with someone else, it was a complete shift – she didn’t even want that other girl. Just you.”

At that, you glance up finally, searching Alex’s eyes. They’re cold, nothing like the Azzi’s warm brown that you’d spent years memorizing the exact hue of. “What are you trying to say?” you ask, because you truly don’t understand her point. Doesn’t she understand that she’s won? That she’s broken you down, separated you from your friends, that she’s interwoven herself into the very fabric of your life? What else could you have for her to take?

Alex shrugs, a picture of nonchalance, but you see the tension in her shoulders anyways. “I just want you to know why I’m doing this,” she says, which makes a cold feeling course through your veins. “I don’t want to be the bad guy. You know that, right? I just want to protect you, from someone who wants to take you from me. Azzi couldn’t take care of you like I could. She always had this agenda from the very first night we met. Do you understand that?”

Your fingers are trembling around your fork. “Alex,” you whisper, drawing her attention to you. Her head cocks like you’re a wounded animal on the side of the road and she’s studying you to determine if she should leave you – or at the very least, move you out of harm’s way. You know her, though. She’s the type of person to keep on driving. “I’m tired. Can we not do this right now?”

Her lips curl into a smug, self-satisfied smile, because she knows. She knows she’s elicited a reaction, even if it’s not as obvious. She knows that she’s won this round. She stands, leaving her plate behind, and she looms behind you as her hand trails across your shoulders. Then, she leans in, planting the barest of kisses to your temple that makes your body tighten with barely concealed fear and dread. “I’m just trying to look out for you,” she whispers, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “One day you’ll understand what I’ve done for you.”

She leaves and it’s only then that you allow your body to relax. Exhaling deeply, you bury your head in your hands, feeling tears of anguish and frustration building at your waterline. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You don’t need to look at it to know who it is. Azzi has been trying to reach you for a while. She hasn’t given up, but you haven’t had the energy to text her back, to tell her about what’s going on. Now, you think you might have to take that chance.

That night, while Alex snores unknowingly next to you, you collect your bag and all of the clothes stored in her drawers. With quiet footsteps, you exit her apartment, already reaching for your phone with trembling fingers as you dial the one number you know will pick up at any time. It barely rings once before the line clicks through.

Azzi’s greeting is a murmur of your name, both in disbelief and ever present relief. “Azzi,” you say back, your voice barely reaching her. “Please come pick me up.”

“Do you want water? Juice?”

Azzi’s voice cuts through the haze in your brain. When she picked you up, neither of you had said anything, but you’d hugged her tight enough that she groaned a little, which made you smile for what feels like the first time in forever. She let you into her apartment wordlessly, took your bag to her room, and sat you down on the couch.

“I’m okay,” you say. All you really wanted was to feel comfortable in your own skin again, but being in Azzi’s presence is doing wonders for you. You can’t help but feel a bit of residual guilt – all of this could have been avoided had you been braver, if you’d denied Alex from the start or if you could just muster the courage to tell Azzi that you’ve been in love with her for four years. “Can we just…can we go to bed?”

Azzi nods quickly, murmuring an affirmative, and she links her hand with yours as she leads you down the familiar hallways. It shouldn’t bring you as much peace as it does, but holding Azzi’s hand makes you feel like you’re a sailor coming home after a long voyage and finally spotting the lighthouse in the distance. Azzi’s bed is a welcome comfort and you fall into place next to her, feeling the tension melt out of your shoulders.

You can feel her next to you, the warmth of her body, the smell of her perfume in the air, and you feel your heart ache all over again. This was where you were supposed to be. Not with Alex. Even if you and Azzi remained friends forever and you kept your feelings for her close to your chest, it would still be better than going through these past few weeks with Alex on repeat.

“I missed you,” Azzi admits, her voice cutting through the darkness in the room. She shifts. You can feel her eyes on you, so you shift, too, coming face to face with her.

“I missed you too,” you whisper, watching as a soft smile spreads across her face. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

You swallow thickly. “For everything. For Alex. For leaving you.”

“It’s not your fault,” Azzi promises. Hearing those words is like coming up for air after being submerged for so long. You don’t know if she knows just how healing it was to hear her say that. Her hand finds yours, squeezing you gently. “I’m sorry for not doing more to help you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shoot back, a coy smile on your face, which makes Azzi giggle.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Azzi murmurs.

You think that you should – that you owe it to yourself and to Azzi to be honest about the last few months. So you do. Azzi listens to you as you start from the beginning, outlining the course of your and Alex’s relationship and where it derailed. When you finish, Azzi’s face is full of concern, sadness, and a slight determination. She’d apologized again. You told her it was okay, mostly because it was okay. You would be okay.

“Do you love her?” Azzi asks a few beats later, perhaps a bit selfishly.

“No,” you confess, feeling Azzi relax against you. “I never did.” She nods, and you both fall silent for a moment until you speak up again. “Az?” She hums, her fingers brushing against your skin. “If I ask you something, will you tell me the truth? Alex said something earlier and I’m…I’m just tired of feeling like I’m crazy.”

“Anything,” she promises.

“Do you love me?” The words come out less composed than you’d been trying for, your voice cracking at the end, but you don’t really care. You need answers. You’d spent so many years loving Azzi from afar, but for Alex to say she’s confident in Azzi loving you back? This could change everything.

“Of course I do,” Azzi says, her words a little jilted. “You’re my best friend.”

You feel your heart drop, but you press forward. “Not in that way, Az.”

You can hear her breath hitch. At first, you’re not sure if you’re going to get a response, but she tightens her grip on your waist, and admits, “Yeah. I love you.”

Silence encompasses the both of you. Azzi doesn’t push – she never does, and that might be one of the things you love most about her. She lets you process that revelation on your own. At first, a part of you wonders if it was truly that easy in the first place, if all you ever needed to do was ask Azzi. The fear of her saying anything but yes outweighed the hope. Now that you’ve heard it, you can’t deny how much lighter your chest feels, the hope that swells in your chest. “Say it again,” you request.

“I love you,” Azzi swears, her voice a little firmer this time, her hands holding onto you like she’s afraid you’re going to disappear completely. “I love you. I have for years. Seeing you with Alex almost destroyed me.”

Feeling a little braver, you sit up, moving your legs to straddle her waist. There’s nothing inherently sexual about it, but the sheer closeness makes you feel a little more grounded, especially when her hands steady you by the hips. “I’m sorry,” you say again, your voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioning.

“Don’t be,” Azzi murmurs, her thumb brushing against your hip bone.

“I was only with her because I thought I could get over you,” you confess, which makes her jaw relax, her face soften. “God, Az, I’ve been in love with you forever. I didn’t think I could have you.”

Despite the heaviness of the moment, Azzi’s lips quirk into a fond, relieved smile. Her hands leave your hips, fingers brushing your arms as she trails them up. She hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt, pulling you down to her as she whispers, “You have me. Completely.”

You’re not thinking about the consequences as you finally kiss Azzi Fudd – you’re not concerned about the fact that technically, you have a girlfriend that you’re technically cheating on, nor are you concerned about what this means for you and Azzi. The logistics are a problem for you tomorrow. Azzi sighs against you, her lips insistent, fingers tangling in your shirt – and to be honest, it’s a pleasant paradox. Alex is a taker in every definition of the word, but Azzi swallows each little sound you make against her lips, pressing firmer against you to take everything you’ll give her, but there’s a bit of mutualism in the way you and Azzi simultaneously take and give.

One of her hands releases your shirt to cup your cheek, her palm warm against your skin as it rapidly heats. You’re both passionate, a little desperate, but despite it all, the love between the two of you is palpable – you can feel it in your heart and the way it swells; it courses through your veins, leading you home, reminding you that this is a love you’ve spent years harboring and cultivating.

People always say your first kiss with someone you love is a little earth-shattering, that it’s like fireworks or coming home. To you, this kiss with Azzi feels something like freedom. It feels like you don’t have to keep any more secrets from her or yourself.

Azzi breaks away, her chest heaving and her breath warm against your lips. “I love you,” she whispers again, holding you tighter, insistent. “Leave her. Please.”

You’re nodding before Azzi has even finished her plea. “I will,” you swear, kissing her again. You grin when Azzi chases you, pressing one last kiss to your lips before a soft smile spreads across her features. “I love you.”

Azzi doesn’t say anything in response to that – she doesn’t have to. She presses a kiss to your temple and you stretch out across her body, her arms wrapping around you once more. You fall asleep next to her feeling free and at peace – you’re not quite out of the woods yet, but you’re almost there, and you have more moments like these to look forward to with Azzi.

She has an early practice that next morning, so she’s gone before you’re awake, but you know what you need to do. You walk the short distance to your apartment, make yourself a coffee to mentally prepare, and you send a quick text to Alex – ignoring the fifteen unread messages she’s sent between the hours of 2am to 7am – telling her to come to your apartment so you can talk. You don’t wait around for a response. You get a trash bag and start collecting all of the shit she’s left at your apartment during the time you were together – clothes, toiletries, a lone coffee mug (that you’re sure shatters once you drop it into the bag, but you don’t really care).

All of Alex’s belongings are secured in the trash bag when there’s a knock at your door. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, dragging the bag behind you as you step up to your door. You open it halfway, raising a hand and making an annoyed noise when Alex tries to walk in. “No,” you say firmly, “stay outside.”

A look of annoyance flashes across her face, but she does as you’ve commanded, crossing her arms. You reach for the bag, throwing it haphazardly behind her. “So, here’s what’s happening,” you begin. “We’re breaking up.” She opens her mouth to say something, but you cut her off with a raised hand again. “I don’t really care what you have to say. We’re done. This is all you’re getting from me. Lose my number and get fucked.”

Unceremoniously, you slam the door in her face, locking it immediately. You bury your head in your hands as your pulse pounds against your ribcage, but as you listen to the sound of her footsteps fading away, that familiar feeling of freedom returns tenfold. You could cry with relief, although you don’t, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You’re free now, and you know who your first call will be to.

Azzi picks up on the first ring, sounding a little out of breath as she greets you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you respond, feeling the smile creep up onto your lips – you’re sure she can hear the excitement and the relief in your voice.

And she does. She laughs a little, sounding relieved, too. “I’m on my way,” is all she says, bidding you one last goodbye before she hangs up.

You can’t get rid of your smile, and thankfully, she only keeps you waiting for about fifteen minutes. She opens your door with her key and walks in like she’s been here hundreds of times before – which she has, because there’s no part of your life that is complete without Azzi in it. She spots you immediately. You stand up from the couch, dropping your phone on the cushion, and you meet her in the middle.

Azzi is a little sweaty, disheveled from practice, but you don’t care as her arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush into her with pure relief in her laughter. You wrap yours around her neck, standing on the tips of your toes to reach her. You kiss her, something softer than the first one you’d shared the night prior. You feel her smile against your lips, which only makes you smile, too, your noses brushing against each other as you both share a breathless little laugh. She tightens her grip around you and you can’t find it in yourself to mind – you know that Azzi is always going to be there to protect you, and finally being hers after all these years is something you know that you’re not going to screw up – you did your time.

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imreidswifey · 1 day ago

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request!

fem!reader who's just so so enamoured with how pretty Spencer is and she often just stares at him for long periods of time (not in a weird creepy way, like she zones out and doesn't realize how long she's staring). Spencer notices when she does this and he gets all flustered every time. like to the point where he can't focus on whatever he's doing. Then when they're alone Spencer let's her just look at him and like, trace his facial features and stuff? like they're having a conversation on the couch and r is just tracing Spencer's jawline or the bridge of his nose with her fingers?

apologies if this isn't a very good idea, if i was dating Spencer I'd be doing this all the time!! he's so pretty omg.

-🪲

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

w/c: 5.2k

a/n: AHHHH THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVERR!! Im actually so happy y'all dont understand 🤭 thank you so much 🪲! This req was literally perfect and was a dream to writee i actually like love u so much and I hope I did what you wanted with this prompt!!

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Spencer Reid had the kind of beauty that made my heart ache.

Not in a fleeting, superficial way—but in a way that settled deep in my bones, in a way that made everything else in the world seem dull in comparison. It was unfair, really, how effortlessly stunning he was.

I didn’t think he realized it, which only made it worse.

It was everything—the soft, golden curls that always seemed to fall perfectly into place no matter how often he raked a hand through them. The sharp lines of his cheekbones, the way they caught the light when he turned his head just so. His hazel eyes, warm and thoughtful, always filled with something unreadable yet captivating.

I was enamored. Absolutely, irreversibly enamored.

And I had a habit.

A terrible, unbreakable habit.

I stared at Spencer Reid. A lot.

Not in a creepy, overbearing way—I didn’t gawk or leer. It wasn’t intentional, either. I just… got lost in him sometimes.

It happened when he was deep in thought, tapping his fingers against his chin while reading some obscure book that no one else in the team could decipher. Or when he was talking, completely oblivious to how mesmerizing he looked while explaining quantum physics or behavioral patterns.

It was never on purpose.

But Spencer noticed.

Every single time.

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I was supposed to be working.

I really was.

But Spencer was sitting across from me, brow furrowed in concentration as he flipped through a case file. His glasses—those damn glasses—were perched on the bridge of his nose, the thin gold frame complementing the warm undertones of his skin.

I was done for.

I didn’t realize how long I’d been staring until Spencer suddenly stopped moving.

I blinked, snapping back to reality. His hazel eyes met mine, slightly wide, as if I’d caught him off guard—though, in reality, he had caught me.

Again.

The air between us shifted, crackling with something unspoken. Spencer’s fingers twitched against the pages of his file, but he didn’t turn away.

Instead, his blush started to rise.

I knew the pattern by now—the way it crept up his neck, painting his cheeks a soft, rosy hue. The way his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite form the words.

I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. “Spence?”

He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact far too quickly.

“You’re—uh—” He gestured vaguely, struggling. “You’re doing it again.”

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “Doing what?”

His jaw clenched slightly, and he let out a breath through his nose.

“You know what.”

A small laugh escaped me.

Before I could tease him further, Hotch’s voice cut through the moment.

“You two.”

I jumped, realizing that everyone was staring at us. Emily raised a knowing brow, JJ bit back a smirk, and Derek—of course—was grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

Spencer, on the other hand, looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“We’re moving forward with the profile,” Hotch continued, eyes narrowing slightly. “Unless, of course, you’re both too… distracted.”

Spencer made a noise in his throat—something between a cough and a strangled squeak—and immediately buried himself in his notes.

I felt the warmth of amusement bloom in my chest.

I really needed to get better at hiding my staring.

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It wasn’t until later that night that I got the chance to properly admire Spencer without the weight of an audience.

The two of us were curled up on my couch, the soft glow of my reading lamp casting a golden hue over everything. A book lay open in his lap—something about classical philosophy—but neither of us were really focused on it.

Spencer was talking, his voice low and soothing as he explained something about Socratic irony. I was listening—really, I was—but my hands had a mind of their own.

Without thinking, I reached out, my fingertips ghosting over the sharp line of his jaw.

Spencer inhaled sharply, his words cutting off mid-sentence.

His gaze snapped to mine, hazel eyes wide and unreadable.

I didn’t stop.

I traced the curve of his cheekbone, my touch feather-light, barely there. His skin was warm beneath my fingertips, and I could feel the way his jaw tensed slightly, as if he wasn’t sure whether to lean into my touch or pull away.

He didn’t pull away.

Instead, he swallowed, throat bobbing slightly.

“You—” His voice was barely a whisper. “You do this a lot.”

I smiled, letting my fingers trail along the bridge of his nose, then down to the corner of his lips.

“I know.”

Spencer’s breath hitched.

His hands clenched slightly against his lap, as if he was holding himself back. His blush deepened, spreading across his cheeks like wildfire.

I leaned in slightly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you want me to stop?”

For a moment, I thought he might say yes.

But then—slowly, hesitantly—he exhaled and shook his head.

“No,” he murmured.

That was all the permission I needed.

I took my time, memorizing him the way I always wanted to. My fingers traced the sharp planes of his face, following the path of freckles that dusted his nose. He stayed perfectly still, his breath uneven, his lips parting slightly at my touch.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

Spencer closed his eyes for a moment, his lashes fluttering against his cheek. When he opened them again, there was something raw in his gaze—something vulnerable and breathtaking.

“You really think that?” he asked softly.

I let my thumb brush against his cheek.

“I know that.”

Spencer exhaled shakily, his hands finally moving. One of them lifted, hesitating before resting over mine. He held it there, pressing my palm against his cheek, as if grounding himself in the moment.

And then, in the softest voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “I like it when you look at me.”

My heart clenched.

I smiled, leaning in just a little closer. “Good.”

Because I wasn’t going to stop.

Not now. Not ever.

———

Spencer Reid didn’t need words to be poetry.

He was poetry in the way he blushed, in the way he stammered when I caught him off guard. He was poetry in the way he let me trace my fingers over his skin, in the way he closed his eyes and melted into my touch.

He was poetry in the way he let me look at him.

And I never wanted to stop reading.

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Tyy 🪲 for requesting this!!!

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lovebyhyun · 3 days ago

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surprise

genre: fluff, established relationship, hyunjin x gn!reader

synopsis: you thought your boyfriends absence will ruin your whole birthday party, little do you know there is an unexpected guest on his way there.

warnings: mentions of drinking and crying

a/n: hi!!! this is my first time ever publishing something on tumblr so please be nice to me :( im very scared but lets go!

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This was supposed to be a fun evening. All of your friends, birthday cake, music, overall fun. Yet, everything was ruined by a single message from your beloved boyfriend, who said that he won’t be able to make it. You knew weeks ahead of the party, yes, but it still stung.

You tried to have fun, took shots with your friends, danced to music, but nothing felt as good as it would if Hyunjin was right by your side.

Maybe you were a little dramatic, but you just wanted him to be there. All of your worries were gone the moment he was next to you, he made you happy. What were you supposed to do once you were without him? That thought actually never crossed your mind. It didn’t have to, since you and Hyunjin were basically one person at this point.

So there you were, in your own bathroom, tears staining your cheeks at your own birthday party. It was not so fun after all. You calmed down a little bit, composing yourself to get back to your guests, trying to make yourself look more stable than you actually were.

Immediately after stepping back into your garden where the party was happening, you notice people giggling and whispering. The music stopped and everything went quiet. Just as you thought that this day couldn’t get any worse and that your friends hate you, a fmailiar beat started playing. “So good” by your own boyfriend. You turn around and you freeze.

A huge jiniret mascot enters your view and you try to figure out what the fuck is going on. The huge ferret starts dancing and moving around to the music, not missing a single beat. All of his moves, the way he flawlessly swayed to the rhytm, it all looked too familair for it to be a random person under the costume.

You start to relax, a ton of tension leaving your body just enough for you to enjoy your party again.

The pathetic performance ended and the crowd made out of your friends erupted into cheer and applause. You were still in a bit of shock, but you lived jiniret so much, you just couldn’t resist running up to him and hugging him tightly with a huge grin on your face.

You pull back from the hug only to look up at the animal’s huge eyes staring down at you like you’re an artwork which belongs in a museum. At this point, you knew who was hinding under that stupidly cute costume.

“I love you” You whisper, loud enough just for him to hear.

In that moment, it felt like it was only the two of you, and it was more than enough to make you feel like the luckiest in the world.

Because you were.

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imnotlostimlooking · 2 days ago

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I hate the Eddie story line that's happening. Like I hate that they are putting him through all this bullshit over a mistake that he made because of years of trauma. And i hate reading stories where people make it out like he was cheating on Marisol. Maybe he wasn't great for sneaking around with another woman but if you really look at it? Nothing remotely romantic or sexual was going on. Eddie saw this woman who was a clone of his dead wife and latched onto her because of this, as if she could somehow solve all the answers he'd never gotten even tho he logically knew she couldn't. They spent a lot of time together and maybe some of the things they did seemed romantic but he was always detached with her.

Its never said in the show but this man was raised (using the term loosely) by a Mexican father in an extremely catholic household and so I'm betting all my money on the fact that when his girlfriend got pregnant at 19 it wasn't HIS choice to get married. Even if he was the one to suggest it, it would have been because it was 'the right thing to do'. He was a baby. Having a baby.

He joined the army and came back with ptsd up the whazoo to parents who were raising his child like he was their own, giving him the love they'd never given Eddie, and a wife who resented him. His wife left him with a child he didn't know how to care for and parents who wanted to take Christopher away from him because he worked 3 jobs to get on his feet.

This man moved to LA and yeah he found the 118 and a family but his life revolved around work and Christopher and 'finding him a mother' which he canonically said. It never even seemed as though he wanted to be dating when he was with those women, more perfunctory than anything, even tho he didn't realize it.

And then he meets this woman who looks just like his dead wife who left him and came back and divorced him and died and she storms his fucking castle in cosplay and forces him to open up when he's clearly uncomfortable with it and his child walks in.

And yeah, it's fucking terrible. Like the worst. Oh my god poor Christopher seeing that. Poor Marisol thinking he's been cheating on her this whole time. But also. Poor fucking Eddie. Poor fucking Eddie because he didn't ask that fucking woman to show up at his goddamn house. He didn't ask her to dress like his dead fuxking wife and try and fix all his trauma. Yeah what he did wasn't right, but he cut shit off and that should have been that. He didn't ask to be fixed and he certainly didn't ask for whatever the hell rhat was.

And then his child calls his grandparents to come get him which is fair cause he's a child right? Kids do things like that. But they come and take him without even a call to Eddie. Their son. Who they are supposed to love and cherish. They don't ask what happened. They don't ask if he's okay. They just place blame and steal his child and Eddie let's them because Eddie has trauma and he 'knows' he's never been good enough for his kid and this is just the nail in the coffin so he should let him go right? And they fuxking take him.

But now? Like moving to Texas? Go get your fucking child and bring him home. He's a child. He does not make the fucking decisions. It should not even have lasted that long that he was in el Paso in the first place. Why is no one telling him that he's the fucking parent in this situation. Why is no one telling him rhat he's good enough. That he's an amazing father. That his parents are manipulating his trauma. That yeah maybe he fucked up but he didn't do anything actually WRONG.

And im reading all this fics where he is groveling and saying or being accused of cheating and im like wtf. Disgusting. I hate it. Let him be fucking A+ parent dad Eddie again cause I'm tired of this shit. Go to his parents house. Tell them to fuxk all the way off. Tell your kid to pack his shit he can be mad in LA in therapy.

#eddie diaz #911 abc #buddie #evan buckley #christopher diaz #helena diaz #ramon diaz #ao3 #911

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haithhegimp · 2 days ago

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in my heart of hearts, they are all Real robins (honourable mentions!)

WHOOF alright ranting and robin list under the cut!

these are a whooole buncha robins pulled from DC database robin disambiguation (which i cant link properly for somefuck reason, just look DC database robin disambiguation to get the page im talking about), that i sorted through with some criteria

have to be called robin- robin adjascent characters who are not called robin are not counted (but im making an honourable mentions thing of them)

they have to be a hero/vigilante/crime-fighter/something like that (did i ignore this rule to add cassandra? yes i did but screw you, its cass)

if i have one robin with a certain name, then i won't include AU versions of that robin (eg i didnt include any of the AU dick graysons)

the rule above does not apply if they are just named robin

they have to be in a comic- doesn't matter if theyre from a comic, as long as they're in one (did i make this rule because of matt mcginnis? yes, yes i did.)

i only double checked some of them so there are almost definitely robins that should be in the honourable mentions thing i will be making, but snuck in here. i dont care because i love them (side eyes bruce clone robin and grits teeth) like them all.

i did not order or organize them (other than dick, jason, and lance being the first three) because that would actually fucking kill me, so you can make a game of finding which robins are which! here is a list of them all, also not in order or by who is who because again that would kill me. please find them on dc database if youre interested. a lot of them are very fun characters.

dick grayson

lance bruner

jason todd

tim drake

carie kelley

stephanie brown

damian wayne

duke thomas

bruce wayne

helena wayne

christopher ward

francisco ramirez

robinbot

robintron

lance hart

anita jean

john grayson

talia kane

robzarro

barbara gordon (earth 37)

bruce wayne junior (earth 38)

clark wayne (earth 38)

cassandra (earth 118)

billy batson (the batman who laughs)

robin king (dark multiverse / king of pain)

matt(hew) mcginnis

drake winston

ricky (robin 3000)

tris plover (legends of the dead earth)

dexter dent

gan (elseworlds / beyond the white knight)

thomas wayne (elseworlds / robin 3000)

robert chang (digital justice)

marya (elseworlds / batman: i, joker)

daxton chill (we are robin)

isabella ortiz (we are robin)

dre cipriani (we are robin)

riko sheridan (we are robin)

fam im not going to lie all the we are robin kids were supposed to be in honourable mentions but i miscalculated how many robins were there when making my base and needed some more folks. i was making duke an exception anyways (because DUKE) so i just stretched that a little to be all the we are robin kids

robin (just imagine)

robin (earth 43)

robin ii (dark multiverse / crisis on infinite earths)

robin (possible futures / futures end)

robin (possible futures / batman: year 100)

robin (possible futures / dc one million)

robin (dc love is a battlefield)

that is!!! all of them in the drawing, i believe! (let me know if i missed any lol) i physically cannot tag them all because there are more than 30 of them and 30 tags is the limit, so ill be tagging the mainstream ones and just "robin"!

if youre curious why this all happened, its all because of lance. i gave that motherfucker PITY FANART but then the neurodivergence kicked in and i got attatched, and then i was scrolling through the robin disambiguation page and i just felt so so sad because do any of these robins have fanart!? does anyone ever draw them!?!? how can i give lance pity fanart when hes not even a real robin (i love you lance) and then Not draw all these robins!?!?!? so yeah i drew them. i still feel bad because i couldnt draw ALL of them but like i had to give myself a limit because im genuinely sorry but im NOT drawing dick grayson (earth-one), dick grayson (earth-two), dick grayson (new-earth), and dick grayson (prime-earth) because those are all of his versions from MAINSTREAM. not even alternate universes he has that many versions in MAINSTREAM. i would actually go into a fucking coma if i chose to draw ALL the robins.

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michaelbluthsdeadwife · 17 hours ago

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Modern romance (pt.1)

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Summary: Hamzah x reader through instagram posts and stories! Not sure what these are called but I love them

Warnings: fem!reader, use of (y/n), the pictures I used for reader have brown hair so im sorry, a lot of slang i guess

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers

A/n: literally no one asked for this but let me know if you guys like this type of stuff! I decided to make it two parts since it’s already so much

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Posted by yn_yln

Liked by hamzahthefantastic, wes10, and 1,392,028 others.

“life recently (i dont like these guys)”

Comments

User82: since when is she friends with slushynoobz???

User92: I dont know but im jumping with joy rn

Hamzahthefantastic: that’s rude of you…

Yn_yln: you weren’t supposed to see this.. awkward

Thatmartinkid: i guess she actually IS like the other girls :/

User58: LMAO

Thatmartinkid: why did you post a stalker photo of us?

Yn_yln: bro i was behind you.. i still am! Mwahahah

Hamzahthefantastic: wtf?!??? Where??

Yn_yln: you wont find me.

User59: im scared

Mandys_iphone: hes been paranoid all day since you posted

Yn_yln: good.

User69: Are they dating?

User56: girl people can be friends

User583: I think so actually

Posted by thatmartinkid

Liked by yn_yln, mandys_iphone, and 1,483,953 others.

“We made friends with a homeless woman!”

Comments

Yn_yln: um???

Thatmartinkid: what?

Yn_yln: homeless???

Thatmartinkid: are you not?

Hamzahthefantastic: no she is dw

Yn_yln: hamzah this is an a b conversation so please c yourself out

Hamzahthefantastic: please never say shit like that around me ever again

Hamzahthefantastic: friend is a strong word

Yn_yln: sooo what are we?

Thatmartinkid: good luck dude…

User582: LMAO MARTIN

Clairedrakee: homeless? Girl have you seen this woman? Shes etheral

Yn_yln: AWW

Clairedrakee: its true and i know his stanky ass is not talking

Mandys_iphone: he does smell actually

Thatmartinkid: do I actually?

Yn_yln: the silence speaks volumes…

User484: is anyone else kinda annoyed that they’re hanging out with ppl like her?

User272: Ik :( i feel like they’re too mainstream now

User53: sybau.

Posted by mandys_iphone

Liked by thatmartinkid, clairedrakee, and 492,673 others.

“We took our kids on vacation”

Comments

Yn_yln: ily mommy

Hamzahthefantastic: bro what

Mandys_iphone: love you too ❤️

Thatmartinkid: this is making me uncomfortable..

User592: MOMMY IS CRAZY

Hamzahthefantastic: what is she even writing

Yn_yln: Some of us are in college…

Hamzahthefantastic: yet your still dumb

Yn_yln: *you’re…

Thatmartinkid: oh she clocked

User79: zest fest

Chase_rutherford: martin is so chopped in that!

Hamzahthefantastic: true

Thatmartinkid: oh who is you, chopped chin

Yn_yln: you got him there

Hamzahthefantastic: but that is not a crime

Yn_yln: how did you know what I was quoting?

Hamzahthefantastic: because you wont stop saying it

Yn_yln: and THAT is not a crime❤️

User16: why are they SO close in that pick?

User629: obv dating or something

User49: I will be so mad if they are

Posted by yn_yln

Liked by tarayummyy, hamzahthefantastic, and 1,693,572 others.

“Island living sims 4 expansion pack”

Comments

Mandys_iphone: caption is so us

Yn_yln: Right???

Hamzahthefantastic: you did not.

Yn_yln: what?

Hamzahthefantastic: the SLEEPING PHOTO?

Yn_yln: i will not apologize for disillusioning the people to your true form.

Hamzahthefantastic: dude youre such a dork 😭

User692: and that is not a crime

Yn_yln: @user692 YES 🙌🏻

Thatmartinkid: You caught me! Yes, i love to read 😂🤪

Yn_yln: I will genuinely block you

Hamzahthefantastic: our side quest for coffee

Yn_yln: then we literally got lost

Hamzahthefantastic: because of you..

Yn_yln: dont sass me boy

Mandys_iphone: whos mommy now?

Clairedrakee: yess girl walk him like a dog!

User04: there is no way they arent tg atp

User73: idk i still don’t believe it, they could just be a close group?

Kalynnkoury: I like your shell

Yn_yln: I like your face

Posted by thatmartinkid

Liked by yn_yln, chase_rutherford, and 1,685,373 others.

“Sorry pets, vacation mode activated!”

Comments

Yn_yln: you’re so millennial mom coded

Thatmartinkid: thanks!

Chase_rutherford: not a compliment

Mandys_iphone: what is hamzah looking off into the distance mysteriously at?

Hamzahthefantastic: y/n did a backflip

Yn_yln: no i didnt???

Hamzahthefantastic: yes you did

Yn_yln: why are you gaslighting me?

Thatmartinkid: men…😒

Yn_yln: i fear the call is coming from inside the house

Hamzahthefantastic: had the worst time thanks

Yn_yln: aren’t you just a bundle of joy?!

Thatmartinkid: okay next time we won’t take you guys then

Yn_yln: WHAT DID I DO?

Posted by yn_yln

Liked by hamzahthefantastic, clairedrakee, and 1,474,443 others.

“Finally home ❤️ (wifed mandy up bc martin wont)”

Comments

Clairedrakee: me and my man!

Yn_yln: You can do better babe

Clairedrakee: are you flirting with me?

Hamzahthefantastic: no

User538: HAMZAH?

User58: suspicious..

Hamzahthefantastic: whos the cutie in the second slide?

Yn_yln: there isn’t one

Thatmartinkid: OOO…

Hamzahthefantastic: you hate me

Yn_yln: NO IM SORRY LMAO

Mandys_iphone: save the date!

Thatmartinkid: is this true..?

Yn_yln: sorry you took too long

Thatmartinkid: hamzah lets get out of here…

Yn_yln: you moved on quickly

User529: who is the man in all of these?

User3: I think maybe hamzah?

User5: Are they dating?

User82: yeah they are

User5: source?

User82: I dont have one

User538: they are laying awfully close😭

User219: so unfair

Posted by Clairedrakee

Liked by thatmartinkid, yn_yln, and 1,583,492 others.

“Girls night ayyye!”

Comments

Mandys_iphone: we all kissed

Yn_yln: this is true

Hamzahthefantastic: you guys are weird

Clairedrakee: someone’s jealous!

Thatmartinkid: mandy i dont like you hanging around with bad influences..

Yn_yln: I love you both ❤️❤️❤️

Clairedrakee: love you too!!

Mandys_iphone: aww I love you too

Hamzahthefantastic: do you guys remember texting me?

Clairedrakee: no?

Yn_yln: what did we say😭

Hamzahthefantastic: nothing 😉

Thatmartinkid: I don’t like that wink it did something to me

User264: I wanna be friends with them

Posted by hamzahthefantastic

Liked by yn_yln, thatmartinkid, and 1,375,685 others.

Comments

Thatmartinkid: woahh who sent you that text? 😳

Hamzahthefantastic: 🤷🏽‍♂️

Clairedrakee: i have a hypothesis

Yn_yln: HAMZAH OMG.

Hamzahthefantastic: what

Yn_yln: die.

User4655: oh hes in the doghouse

User633: this is undeniable proof bro

User364: i think they did it but i just cant prove it 🧐

#fanfiction #hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic #martin and hamzah #hamzah imagines #hamzah fic #hamzah x y/n #hamzah fluff #hamzahthefanatasticxreader #slushy noobz #slushy virus #thatmartinkid #mandysiphone #claire drake #chase rutherford #tara yummy #kalynn koury #weston koury #slushynoobz x reader

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jaychrilo1144 · 22 hours ago

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Ramble post 19373729

Topic- being trans/queer in the marauders fandom

There is so much hate going on, especially on tiktok and instagram rn. From my experience we're reletively alright here on tumblr but it still needs to be adressed.

The marauders fandom is for those who are pushed to the side. That goes for poc, ppl of the lgbt community, or anyone of a marginalized community.

We saw the hate from the creator of this world, took that, and turned this world into an inclusive space for character fan cannons/fics to roll with and made sure that fans felt like they had a safe space to go.

After all, James Potter-and parents- are known for "picking up the strays". The marauders themselves symbolize Found Family along with the skittles and The Golden Trio. Finding a space and the people in that space who will love you for being yourself regardless of the people who didnt (especially those who didnt and were supposed to).

I have found safety expressing my Sexuality here. I looked at some of the characters like remus and luna be so loved by their friends regardless of who they are, what they're interests are, and how they act, and realized that I deserve to have people around me who will accept me for me. That I am not too much. That I am enough. That I am deserving of everything good I want for my life. And because of the safety and love I have felt here, I only saw it fit to pour back into it because thats what we do for each other here.

No we dont all agree on things. Everyone has their own ships, their own headcannons, and thats okay. We can agree to disagree on things like this, and at the end of the day we will always have eachothers backs because we know what it is to be thrown to the side and no one should have fo feel like that.

Right now, I am seeing an obscene amount of transphobia, racism, and homophobia in the Harry Potter/ Marauders community, and it's devastating. People are being publically dead named right now because of headcannon disagreements. What the actual fuck?? Or I've seen some ppl go insane bc some ppl headcannon James Potter as mexican or desi. And some people headcannon sirius/remus/regulus as trans, and they are getting shit on too. What???

Do we not remember that we are talking about FICTIONAL CHARACTERS??? And that the marauders fandom makes fanfics... again. FAN... FICS. They are not cannon. Sometimes they arent supposed to be even close to cannon. It is fan based. Interpretations and expressions of said characters and story line. Dont like it? Turn the other way and find people, blogs, videos, stories, and headcannons that you DO like!

As for the treatment of other fellow fans here, im truly devastated about it. Trans people do NOT deserve this kind of treatment, especially here! Especially since this fandom is based on inclusivity, acceptance, and found family.

Whats even worse is the ppl who say Fuck JKR and hide behind that while STILL continuing to act against the lgbt community, marginalized groups, and other fellow marauder fans. You know who you are. Do better.

The world is already a scary place, and a scarier place for trans folk. With Tr!mp in office here in the states, its even scarier to see all of the excessive hate on my community and seeing less and less safe places available for both queer and trans people.

The safe places that trans people have are sacred, and thats how it should be here too

Forgetting the fact that marauders was during the 70s-80s (again the world is literally made up, logical time and the beliefs at that time dont have to follow), would James potter truly be a person to turn away a friend for being queer or trans. Think about it. Ill wait. Oh wait, I don't have to, because NO. NO HE WOULDNT! He found out Remus was a werewolf, a literal XXXXX creature that can brutily kill people one night of the month, and james said "yes, I accept him. And because of my friendship to him, I will research and go through the process of becoming an animagus because I care for my friend and he doesnt deserve to be alone." As did sirius and peter in the end.

Be more like James Potter. It is not difficult to respect people. Respect your fellow marauders & hp fans. Keep this a safe place for them, and all.

Thank you.

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bambisturns · 21 hours ago

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Matt x Poppy!Reader

Matts tiktok feed does something to him. He cracks.

Everything Matt x Poppy!Reader related here!

Matt knew you were on tour, at least thats what Madison told him the last time he and his brothers hung out with her. Today was supposed to be like any other sunday, a reset lounging around maybe getting some more needed sleep he knew he needed. After sitting in the living room for roughly the majority of the day, Matt let both his brothers know he was taking a nap, and not to wake him unless it was an emergency.

Laying in before Matt decided to do his routinely scheduled “tiktok scrolling until he passes out” his eyes blurring from the heaviness of him being so tired. With one last swipe a video of you pop up he sits up straight breath caught in his throat. Matt couldnt believe what he was seeing. ‘Is that Poppy crawling on the ground?!’ His eyes dont deceive him. Its you. Basking in all your glory. You crawl towards a fans camera leaning in giving it a kiss. Matts eyes widen. Hes never seen you act this way. Hes intrigued, this is a whole new you. ‘Fuck did I really fuck her up that bad?… yes you fucking idiot’ he answers his own thoughts.

Scrolling he sees another clip its just a regular video of you talking about how you making some music changes. “So we all know Ive kinda like always been a pop girly… if you guys have known me for a while you’ll know that I actually enjoy alternative music.” You say in the video ‘I knew that!’ He thinks to himself remembering you really loving deftones. Always had it playing. “Well Im actually going through the process of a genre change..” the crowd screams. The screaming echoing in Matts room.

“So ive written a song I cant tell you much about it yet… BUT BUT hear me out… what if i gave you a taste of what youll see from me next… hmm…” you smile tilting your head to the side before the lights dim and you run off stage, the video cuts out. ‘What thats it?!’ Matt thinks to himself. He goes to the persons account and finds the part two video. Clicking it instantly. Your outfit changed no longer wearing your pink sparkly corset mini dress but now a black corset mini dress his eyes widen ‘holy fuck’

The crowd screaming again. The lights dimming more fog and a soft red hue lingering. Then he hears it. “Change (in the house of flies)” by deftones starts playing. Your voice a little more raw more intense more… you. His eyes widen even more. Oh he’s invested. He’s never seen you like this swinging your hair around on your knees being seductive, your in your element.

You see the girl recording so you gave her a little show for her video getting on your knees bouncing up and down, swinging your hair around some more, running your hands through your hair. Finally tilting your head to the side you give the camera a little smirk and wink then the “ahh’s” from the song start you lay on the ground arching your back sliding your free hand down your body while making direct eye contact with the camera.

“HOLY FUCK Y/N YOUR SO FUCKING HOT” he hears the girl behind the camera scream. Matt is completely speechless eyes basically bulging out of his head it also helps that the girl recording is in the front row. Hes getting a good ass view of you doing your thing. ‘I fucked up real bad’ he thinks to himself. Without thinking Matt saves the video. Yea hes definitely gonna use that later.

But he cracked. He broke no contact.

Matthew:

Seen you on stage, you looked great poppy.

Really proud of you.

Read at 9:40pm

Poppy is so sexy I wanna be poppy.

🏷️: @thecrawlys

a/n: poppy is planning to do a sound change. Since she left her old record label and just started doing shit on her own. Her record label didn’t envision her the way she envisioned herself.

#𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖��𝑖𝑛𝑔... ✎#𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⊹ ‧₊˚#𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝑥 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑦!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo

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ender-cloud · 9 hours ago

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Jekyll and Hyde are so silly chat I love them so much

Tgs spoilers Under the cut

This, this right here, this is projecting. Before even knowing about Hyde he has this assumption about him because he’s always seen Hyde as smaller than him. He is trying to belittle Hyde so Hyde will give up.

In any other world Hyde wouldn’t have gone into the mind Scape if he had given up, I dont think Jekyll is thinking right. This man has some block in his brain, because why is he all of a sudden so blind to see things infront of him.

What is that block? Well its like a truama block, its easier to say Hyde has given up because he is trying to finally have his peace. He’s spent all of this time worrying about keeping it secret and then all of a sudden it’s revealed to the entire society?

It feels to Jekyll that HES the one who LOST, not Hyde, so he’s projecting that onto Hyde. Deep inside he feels like a failure, and is having a hard time believing that Hyde could be stronger than him because Hyde is supposed to be the bad part of him.

The split wasnt all 50/50, some things that Jekyll may not have wanted to get rid of are in Hyde.

Hyde has realized that he’s got to make Jekyll see how strong and determined he actually is.

All Hyde wants to do is bring Jekyll back because He wants to go back to normal, he wants everything to be the same, back to how it always was, because he’s terrified of the prospect of change. Even if things weren’t always the greatest his relationship with Jekyll is what kept him, well himself.

You can even see it here, even though he may need to be vulnerable to get Jekyll back, he can’t help but take a jab at Jekyll because thats their dynamic.

But it’s also because he’s scared, he doesn’t know where they are, he dosent know if he can win, and he doesn’t know if he can even get Jekyll, or even himself back safely.

Jekyll’s shock could be because Hyde fought back, or because hes just Shocked that Hyde would ever want to save him after everything he did and how he fought with Hyde for so many years, he dosent get how Hyde could want to save him.

In his mind, it feels like Hyde is trying to trick him, trying to get him back, just to make his life hell once again. He dosent know about Lanyon, he dosent know about anything thats going on in the world, all he knows is that Hyde betrayed him by exposing them to all of the lodgers + his lover.

They are 5 year olds your honor.

This made me giggle, I get that this is supposed to be serious in their mind but just imagine it voice acted and it just make things so much better.

“No im not!” “Yes you are!” They act like Little kids!!!!

Anyways, back to the actual update: as i said above, Jekyll dosent trust Hyde, he thinks its a trick and while we know its not it makes so much sense why he does.

But Hyde is not having it, he has tried so hard and has risked his life just for Jekyll to tell him no? Of course they are going into an altercation (no matter how childish it is)

They’ve always acted in this kinda brotherish dynamic. Where they would fight but kind of in a childish way, and I think that’s mostly because Hyde.

Hyde has some childish tendencies which Jekyll gets caught up into it often, especially when their emotions are both high and overwhelming that they have to express them in someway and that’s how they know how too, its always worked for them and for a moment it seems like things are going back to normal.

First off, Just look at Hyde’s pose in this, even though the fight ended he isnt going to just give up just like that, no matter what Jekyll might think of him.

He’s not giving up, not just for himself, but he’s not giving up hope for Jekyll. He knows Lanyon is trusting him to do this and he dosent want to fail him aswell.

So much is riding on Hyde and Jekylls stubbornness is ruining his plans. He will probably just follow Jekyll, if he cant convince him one way there must be another, he will probably change his approach or keep on doing it until Jekyll breaks.

He needs to make Jekyll realize that he’s not useless, he needs to make Jekyll realize that people still care for him, especially Lanyon.

To get Jekyll back Hyde needs to give him hope.

#tgs #the glass scientists #tgs hyde #tgs jekyll #tgs lanyon #tgs mondays #tgs update #ace rambles #tgs spoilers #once again giving myself the pass for saying bad things about Jekyll because its all in love and good spirits #also he’s me

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lanadoesextrawriting · 17 hours ago

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ENEMIES TO LOVERS HCS PT. 2

im yours to keep, and im yours to lose

pairings: bucky barnes x avengers!reader

tw: swearing

a/n: hey my lovelies, i havent posted in a bit sadly but i do wanna try posting more espcially after thunderbolts comes out because i wont shut up about it@!!@!@#@!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways heres part one if you havent seen it already <3

he insists on driving whenever you guys are in any sort of vehicle and he claims its because he doesn't trust you to not crash you two.

but its actually because he needs to be able to focus on something other then you when you are together.

mixes up judging you with checking you out sometimes, these opportunities to stare is taken with some form of gratitude.

you have him named as "elsa the ice queen" and when he found on a mission it went like this.

"you have me named as what?"

"oh, my apologies i forgot your favourite was anna."

"fuck off."

"trust me, nothing would make me happier."

"yet here you stand."

"not by choice, dickhead."

hes usually not trying to compete with you, he chooses to instead watch over you, take in details so he can use them to mock and belittle you later not knowing he just ends up memorizing the little things about you.

he understands your habits and thinking without even wanting to, hes just observant, so he says. not knowing thats actually what makes him know things about the most annoying smartass in his life.

it honestly infuriates him when something reminds him of you because he remembered something about you.

traumabonding and hating john walker is the only thing that keeps you from stabbing his face off other than the other avengers

"oh and walker-"

"dont even get me started on him."

"at least youre logical in one area."

"aw, was that a compliment from you, james buchanan barnes? its my lucky day."

if you ever get injured theres still arguing, even if you are on the floor and on your last breaths.

although we know he wouldnt let that happen.

like you could be stabbed and be lying there and you are STILL bickering over whose fault is was, while hes trying to get you to stay still so he can begrudgingly help.

"jesus christ, cant we just remove the damn thing?"

"im not a doctor but i know thats not how it fucking works, dumbass."

"i'll do it myself, here-"

"don't you fucking dare."

if you ever get arrested for whatever reason there is, the others will send bucky because they know he will annoy you into not doing it ever again, and act like a total asshole to you while doing so.

if he notices you're not looking too great then he will still make some comments about you, just not as much directed towards your current state (somehow better, i suppose.)

and he not-so-subtly tells everyone to back off from you so you dont get bothered all that much on that day.

but ofc he thinks hes just doing it so you wont have to be extra pissy at him, but is it though?

#bucky barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #enemies to lover #<3

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muttsupreme · 2 days ago

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omg you did my request tysm 🥹🥹 you write roman's dialogue so well

another request maybe,, idk what your inbox is like but,,,, maybe more sub romey? perhaps using a vibe or toys on him if thats something youre ok with writing,,

don’t worry i love procrastinating so my inbox is like rarely ever a problem lol it just gives me reasons to avoid actually writing wips😭

ALSO sorry this is late. and sorry to everyone ever that i’m always on pseudo-hiatus. don’t fear, i still adore roman in insane ways that im too horrified to post about and i’m open to the craziest vilest inbox discussions. if i don’t get back to you, don’t worry, im probably just putting it on the back burner for the time being🤍

wow, look at that oscar winner. still buzzing for him! (pun intended)

I’m thinking a vibrator though. And it’s probably his fault anyway, he’s all curious and nosey, you call him your little Curious George as he rummages through your stuff. He sticks his hand inside your thigh-high socks just to feel the insides where your bare skin has touched, thinking of ways he can bring up why you brought thigh-high socks to an international fucking meeting thing in Sweden with just you, him, his dad, the team of his dad’s goons, and Hotty McHotterson Matsson. Are you trying to give the Ikea guy a thighjob, or give his dad a heart attack, maybe let Frank eat you out — what is the reason for this?

He finds a little baggie that he’s seen before; he thinks you keep like, your razors and shit in it, probably just a toiletries bag. He doesn’t really understand the implications of there being little kittens on the bag, but okay. Inside of the bag is just regular shit like he expected, panties mostly (but unworn, so, y’know, kind of useless to him for the most part). But oh, he doesn’t recognize this fabric, the fuck is this lacey thing?

It’s a little baggie, and it’s sort of cute that it looks like lace panties, but it’s sheer enough for the cuteness to disa-fucking-ppear real quick and in a hurry. Pink, rubbery, with a rose gold cap where the charging port is, a fucking vibrator.

He takes it out, sniffs it real quick, trying to catch a whiff of your pussy. Presses the button to figure out how to turn it off and on, the settings, the vibration patterns. He wonders if you like the pattern where it does those little staccato beats. Maybe he could match his typically-stuttering thrusts to it. Maybe you’d cry a little, wriggle around. You’d probably cream the nicest on just the lowest setting pressed to your clit, go all gooey-brained for him.

When you walk in, it’s a standoff. Roman holds up the toy, finally turned off, like a fuckin’ mob boss in the dim-lit hotel room that you’re secretly sharing.

“Are you trying to star in a porno? What is this shit?” he says, also raising your thigh-highs before dropping the fabric on the nightstand. He’s not actually pissed, just sort of like a spoiled brat who’s upset that his mommy is dividing her attention with someone else. “You planning to use this tonight, right beside me? Infidelity is calling, and holy shit, you are picking up!”

“Umm, no. It’s a vibe, not a fucking dildo,” you mention, remembering the whole conversation he’s secretly referring to. You know, the one where he almost cried because you made a mean joke about buying a dildo and he told you that you can only use a dildo if it’s just like his cock. And preferably solid gold.

“It’s just for emergencies, if i just — need it, y'know?” Because sometimes you do just need it. You’ll see Roman do something fucking insanely hot and you just don’t wanna bother him, so you go back to your room and get under a blanket with a pillow between your legs to muffle the noise, and use your vibrator. A few times, maybe, all depends on what it is. Roman feels a little bit like shit hearing that it's 'in case of emergencies' even if it's meant as a joke; he's supposed to be there in case of emergencies, that's how a normal relationship works, where two people get each other off whenever they need to be gotten off and then kiss and chat and cuddle afterwards or whatever.

“Oh — emergencies, yeah. And what constitutes an emergency, seeing Kendall do a line of coke, getting a little too bored scrolling on Twitter?” he can’t meet your eyes. He just flaps his hand, signaling for you to come closer, and you do. “Here, come here,” he demands. What a brat.

As soon as you get close enough, he drops the vibe, leans up, and kisses you, all tongue and teeth and excitability. It’s almost forced.

“Mm — mhh,” you make some noise to signal that this is clearly about more than just him being horny. You pull away.

“Fuck, what? What?” he sounds fussy.

“Roman, you don’t have to — whatever it is you think you’re doing.” It feels forced, and with Roman, you don’t like the idea of him doing something because he feels shitty. That’s kind of your job. “Chill out, just calm down, okay? It’s okay.”

“I know it’s okay, why the fuck wouldn’t it be okay?” he snaps, then makes some weird noise between a groan and a sigh. He grabs you by the waist and tugs you to straddle his lap on the bed, all playful how he normally is, burying his face in your clavicle and resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. “Sorry, Jesus. Sorry. I don’t know what the fuck came over me. Guess I got jealous thinking about you using your little fucktoy without me.” He spits out the words like they leave a bad taste in his mouth.

“I mean — you know you can just use me instead. I might be the wordy but I’m, like, usable. You can stick the vibrator on my thigh or something,” he huffs, placing a quick peck to the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. He’s still rambling, doesn’t give you the chance to respond.

“I mean really, a vibrator? Over me? I see how it is. It buzzes a little and you’re sold. Not like I’ve got fingers, a tongue…other things. No, you’d rather have some piece of fucking gross plastic that doesn’t give a shit.” The hurt is evident in his voice through his exaggerated, whiny approach.

“Oh my fucking god,” you chuckle, like it’s some kind of joke. “So what you’re saying is, you give a shit?”

“Well, I’d at least like to be there. I wanna be here instead of a piece of pink plastic, I can fucking hold you afterwards,” he doesn’t realize how humiliating the shit he’s saying is until it’s already out. There’s an awkward pause, like he’s waiting for a response but can’t imagine one that wouldn’t humiliate him. “Can you just call me a slut or something? I don’t know, might help.”

“Baby, you wanna hold me afterwards?” you melt. He visibly tenses. “Romeo, gimme the vibe. M’kay? Lemme make it up to you.” Your voice is all saccharine, like you could write love songs and poetry for the way he twitches and his littlest tics. How he follows you like a puppy into your room, even on business trips, even when you’re only a few doors down. You’d ride him until he jizzed in you a million times.

“Whatever, I wanna hold you, big whoop. Breaking news, a Roy actually expresses emotions — oh em gee! Can you just be normal? Because I am. I’m a normal, manly man. I’ll pass on being the subject of your next emo Tumblr lovecore post.”

You giggle a little, lean down. You grab the vibrator from where it sits on the bed, on top of the fancy comforter. Leaning down, it’s one of those moments where he’s just quiet for once, almost struck by you, almost scared, in that nice jittery way, impatiently waiting for what you’ll do next. You kiss him, a small peck that he doesn’t further, knowing you too well, almost certain that you have your own plans and your own way to go about them.

“Take your pants off, briefs too,” you speak quietly. “And I can show you. Okay? We can share.”

He obeys. Mumbles complaints as he unbuckles and unbuttons, lips curling up in a sneer at his own clumsiness. When you offer help, he snips little defensive remarks at you that just make you grin.

“Okay, here, fuck,” he huffs. No witty remark, he can’t even think of one. The situation is conflicting because yeah, your intent is to show him that you can use a vibrator that doesn’t resemble him at all while still thinking of him, and yay, how exciting to have the pink vibrating nub you grind your clit against on his tip, but also it isn’t your pussy? So he’s a little extra excited about the new unexpected shit, while less excited because it isn’t technically you, so — it equals out.

He yanks his pants off real fuckin’ quick but is reluctant with his briefs and shirt. Slowly he unbuttons his shirt but keeps it together, doesn’t take it off or spread it open — like he’s shy. He awkwardly fumbles with his too-tight Calvin Kleins, cock hitting his tummy as he kicks the fabric off his ankle onto the floor, lying on the bed. He lays straight, like you’re about to kill him rather than get him off. Shrugs his shoulders, arms raised a little with an expression that says all the demanding shit he can’t think to voice.

You don’t turn on the vibrator yet, you just crawl over to straddle him and kiss him, his scruff tickling your face. Holding the pink plastic in your left, your right hand encircles the meaty middle of his dick, and you aren’t just doing it for him, that’s apparent. His dick jumps in your hold and he lets out a little sigh, a whimpery one.

“Haven’t — you know it, it’s um, it has…been, like, a while. Like, a while a while.” His hands feel like they’re bruising your thighs with his grip on them. Feels like he’s floating away.

“I know. That’s why I wanna treat you well. I have manners,” you claim, a fucking bold claim in his opinion.

“Hhyeah,” he makes a sarcastic noise.

“I do! I’ll show that I do, okay?”

He’s a little put-off by how you’re so okay with it. He’s kind of not? Horrified now as he watches you reach for the vibrator, that pink fucking rubber is making him feel all tipsy-topsy-turvy and the second you turn around, and it’s a knee-jerk reaction, he kisses you. You can’t not be a little shocked. It’s all sudden and teeth clacking and his tongue forcing itself in your mouth, his hands grabbing your face.

You giggle and he makes a little “mmfh” noise when he pulls away, plopping back against the pillows. “Don’t — laugh at me, fuck, I’m trying to make this at least a little romantic.”

“Yeah, well you put the ‘Roman’ in romantic, don’t you?” you tease.

“You — oh, can we, uumm—,” he’s twitchy and almost scared. It’s hard to actually believe this is happening, he feels lightheaded.

“Shhh-sh-sh. Stay down,” you push him down, keep him still. “Good boy,” you say sweetly, almost taunting him, inching his briefs down as he instinctively lifts his hips up. His tip is leaky and he’s half-hard and fuck, it makes you feel like a drooling perv just looking at him, his soft tummy revealed from his shirt hiking up, his pretty dick, his balls on display. You press the tip of the vibrator to the base of his dick.

“Be good for me,” you say and he just nods, eyes closed like he’s scared to get a shot instead of — this.

It starts slow and low and he bucks his hips. You run the vibrator up and down his cock before circling it on his tip; he’s fully hard in no time.

“I’m — stop, stop it,” he demands, fucking up into the vibrator.

“You wanna tell me what you’re thinkin’ about?” you continue circling his tip, pressing it against the sensitive ridge on the underside, the vibrator still on the lowest setting.

“Fucking — fucking you into oblivion,” he threatens through a swallowed whimper. “Fuck! You — you, okay? I get it, I get it, you can stop now, I can’t keep—,” his cock jerks and oh, he’s so close.

“Keep on. Be detailed, tell me more. Prove it to me.”

“Oh — yeah, o-okay, fuck,” he gasps, holding onto your wrist and fucking up into the air, bucking his hips to slide his dick against the vibrator. “You, you’re pussy, it’s used this and been against it or whatever, so — my…dick, is against where your pussy, has been, kinda?”

“Uh-huh? That’s nice,” you coo, your other hand grabbing his dick and slowly jerking him off at the base of his dick. He jolts. “Keep talking to me.”

“Can’t — can’t, can’t, I’m gonna fuckin’ blow my load all over that thing if you don’t stop, now,” he threatens, thighs twitching visibly beneath you.

“Go ahead, honey. Do what you gotta do,” you kiss the tip of his nose and it’s chaste, but it’s the last fucking straw for him. He cums in thin spurts, staining your shirt at the tummy, and his button-up, but most of it landing on the vibrator that keeps on buzzing.

“Okay, you proved your point, Jesus fuck — let me—,”

“Uhn-uhn. Just ‘cause you cum doesn’t mean I’m done with you,” you say, clicking the button to harshen the vibrations against his red and cum-slick tip. He melts.

“Don’t, I’m gonna — I’m not fucking — made for this shit! Blow-up Roman-doll is gonna deflate, I’m not—,” he makes a silly, garbled noise of frustration that makes you giggle. “Oh — fuck, I’m so glad you think this is funny. Nice.”

You press the vibrator to his balls for a moment and his dick jerks like a live wire as you cup them, holding them in place with the hand that was once on his cock. You bounce on his lap with his thrusts against fucking nothing.

“Please, can you just give me your, I don’t — mouth? Pussy? Ass? Fuckin’ pinkie toe?”

“You gotta learn to love the vibe. ‘S yours now, too, y’know,” you say, moving it back up to his dick once you get all your eye-candy in of his cock bobbing. His eyes roll back.

“Again, gonna—,”

“Good boy,” you drawl. Your hand moves to his tip, holding the vibe to his shaft as you milk the cum from him.

He lets out some pathetic noise that’s almost cute, like he’s truly as desperate as he looks with his hips twitching and hands gripping the skin of your thighs for dear life, eyes taking pitiful glances at your own eyes when they can stay open despite how misty they’ve gotten. He spurts a nice little dribble of cum, pathetic and milked dry, just running on empty today. It’s sort of hot, in the most piteous way.

“That good, do you think?” you pull the vibrator away and turn it off, holding it up.

“Good, good. ‘M good, yeah,” you chuckle at his drowsiness and drop the vibrator on the bed, but your hand doesn’t stop milking him.

“One more. Just us this time, right? That’s what you wanted?”

“Mmmhm, mnn,” he nods and fucks into your fist lazily.

“Fuck it for me. Can you do that?”

He nods excitedly, leaning into your touch as you run your hands through his hair, down his face.

His hips hump the hole you’ve made with your hand, cocktip poking through with nearly every thrust, leaking onto you.

“Already?” you ask in response to his cock twitching in your hold.

He nods his head sheepishly, “Uh-huh, I gotta.”

“Go ahead then, come on. Gimme a good one and next time we’ll get you a fleshlight. Can pretend it’s me when—,” he cums before you can even finish your sentence, his thighs shaking and hips bucking, dick fucking your fist nice and deep, like he’s in your pussy trying to fuck his cum as deep as possible, rut against your cervix. “…I was gonna say you can pretend your fleshlight’s me when we’re away on these things, but okay.”

“Yeah, I connected the…dots,” he says breathily, putting his fingers together to symbolize the ‘dots’ being ‘connected’. “Fuck. Gross. Three trips to splooge city enough, ball-drainer?” His cum is nice and thick this last time, came real hard. “Or you want me to let you hump my thigh? Come on, sit on your daddy’s knee,” he drawls lazily and giggles, tugging you on top of him, not a thought spared for your clothes being coated in his cum or your immediate cringe.

“Sleep. Sleeeeep, now, shut up, shut the fuck up, no — nope, none of the whole thing, just sleep, all I want. Be my weighted blanket.” He holds you like a teddy bear on top of him. He’s snoring, nice and tuckered out, in minutes, cum drying on both of your clothes and your hand, vibrator lying on the bed beside you both.

#mutt is supreme #roman roy #roman roy x reader smut #roman roy x you #roman roy x you smut #roman roy fanfic #roman roy x reader #ask tag

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xxsillysealxx · 21 hours ago

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heh. you dont know me at all and im definitely not only here because you messaged me saying u made that post. but.... josh x reader headcanons or one shots? :3 preferably transmasc reader

woaggg i totally don't know you at all... giggles. love u char

Josh Levy x Transmasc!Reader Headcanons !!!

🪐 This is Joshua Levy we're talking about so um. Be prepared for some mild transphobia.

🪐 Veryyy confused about his crush on you, definitely goes back and forth between "he used to be a girl, so it isn't gay" and "but he's a guy now, fuck fuck fuck I'm such a fag oh my god".

🪐 Starts asking way more about your gender and what it means. He cannot process the idea of choosing to become a man; women are so pretty and they get all that attention, how could you possibly want to become a guy?

🪐 Explain it to him using some comparison to science fiction media, then he'll start to get it. A good example would be the character Switch from the Matrix. He'll start to understand eventually.

🪐 Understanding the complexities of your gender identity unfortunately is not helping with his internalized homophobia. If you ever wanted to get a confession out of him, it'd be an accident, or you'd have to really push it out of him, and he'd be mortified afterwards.

🪐 Giddy when you accept, but still keeps your relationship pretty private. Partly for your safety, and partly because he's still processing that he's dating a man.

🪐 Rambles about his interests in detail to you, kind of shocked if you don't immediately understand. You're a dude, and dudes are supposed to get this kind of stuff??? At least, that's what he thinks.

🪐 He's gonna show you every science fiction movie or show that you haven't seen, buckle up.

🪐 TLDR: Give him time, he'll come around. I fully believe if he actually got some bitches he'd be much better off as a person.

#eltingville club #the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club x reader #josh levy x reader #josh x reader #eltingville josh #josh levy

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coupsctrl · 3 days ago

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One Roof, Two Hearts

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It turns out the one that you needed the most was infront of you the whole time.

ABOUT:

you’re a flatmate with Seungkwan & Seungcheol & you love it. the long nights, the bickering and the trust between you three is your favourite thing in the world. so when life gives you problems, you realize you need only one person only.

PAIRING(S):

Flatmate!Seungcheol, You (Y/N), Flatmate!Seungkwan, Bestfriend!Jeonghan, Friend!Joshua

GENRE:

fluff, fluff, & more fluff

WARNINGS:

just swearing, (asshole, shitty, ass) but it’s all lighthearted. some violence but its barely descriptive. mentions of being/getting drunk. they’re just down bad for each other.

NOTES:

this is my longest & favourite fic i’ve ever wrote!! i hope u guys like it, & lmk what u think!

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"Stop cheating! I thought we agreed to play fair Seungcheol.." Seungkwan whines, holding his controller so tightly you would think It would break.

Seungcheol laughs. "I'm not cheating, I just know how to kick your ass."

The game finally ends, which also ends with Seungkwan throwing his controller onto the carpet below him, sulking.

"Just admit it Cheol, you were cheating you asshol-"

"Oh so now I can't be good at a game without you accusing me of cheating?" Seungcheol says with a smirk.

It's nights like these where Seungcheol is grateful for the friends he has. Even though he wishes every night that Seungkwan would stop snoring, he loves being a flatmate with you & Seungkwan. The nights where you guys would go on late drives, & you always ended up having the aux because Seungkwan couldn't find a song in time. Or whenever you insist on learning the new video game that the boys got, and it ending up with you driving into a wall the whole game & not knowing how to back up, the whole room erupting in laughter.

He's very grateful.

"I swear when Y/N gets back she's gonna totally side with me-" Seungkwan starts, but gets interrupted by a phone call.

Seungcheol turns his phone around, revealing the call is from you. He picks up, waiting for you to speak.

"Ch-cheol?" You say, your voice breaking & the sound of honking in the distance of the call.

Seungcheol immediately stiffens hearing your pleading tone. "Y/N? What? What's going on?"

He swore he could hear a quiet sniffle, before you spoke up again. "I-I.. I didn't know who else to call a-and I'm....this guy stood me up and-"

He clenches his jaw. Cheol knew you were on a date tonight, but he didn't think you were actually serious about it. So hearing that your supposed "date" stood you up, makes him furious.

"Where are you right now?" Seungcheol asks immediately, grabbing his keys. Seungkwan looks up, in the middle of eating a bag of chips, confused.

"What's going o-" Seungkwan starts.

"Shh." Seungcheol hushes.

"Im in Main street, infront of an Italian restaurant...I think?"

"I'll be there."

Seungcheol hangs up before you get the chance to speak, already whipping open the front door before Seungkwan asks.

"Cheol?” Seungkwan leans over the couch to look at his frantic friend.

"I'll be back soon." he says before the door shuts, leaving Seungkwan alone.

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The drive to the restaurant is short. Well, Seungcheol makes it short. The second there's a green light, he's pressing on the gas pedal, frantically looking for any signs of you on the street. Someone even honks at him, but he doesn't care. All he's thinking about is making sure you're safe & protected.

After 5 painful minutes he sees you and he swears his heart breaks right then and there. You're huddled up on the curb, looking down with tears streaming down your face. He parks as fast as he can, before running out to you, not bothering to shut the car door.

"Y/N.." He says looking down at your appearance. You have some streaks of mascara running down on your cheeks, he's guessing from all the crying you've been doing. Your eyes are so puffy from the amount of tears you've been shedding. And your face, god he wishes he could just pull you in & never let you go. You look so innocent, so sad. It's breaking his heart.

He wraps his leather jacket around your shivering frame, making sure it’s secured on both of your sides when he hears your little voice.

"I'm sorry.." You say, hiccuping a sob.

Cheol's heart aches when he sees the tears in your eyes. He immediately reaches for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Don't apologize Y/N. Never apologize." he says never breaking contact with you.

He notices how your expression still reeks of guilt, how you still look unsure and it pains him. He also notices catches how you're still shivering under his jacket. How the thin layer of leather isn't really doing much to protect you from the cold weather.

"Come on," he starts softly, "let's get you in the car."

He helps you stand up, putting a hand on your lower back as he walks you to his car. Once you reach it, he opens the passenger door for you, helping guiding you in.

He practically runs over to the other side, getting in & immediately starting the engine so he can turn the heater up.

"Is this okay? Are you warm enough?" He asks, hovering his hand over the heater, before looking at you.

You just nod, too caught up in your own emotions to talk. He takes that as a sign that you're not ready to speak yet, to tell him what really happened. So he just starts driving, glancing over at you once in a while to make sure you're okay.

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As the driving progresses, Cheol can't help but feel worried for you. He looks over at you, his expression softening as he takes in your appearance.

The dim light of the streetlights tracing your features so softly, making you look like an angel. The slight breeze of the wind from the heater blowing your hair ever so slightly, making you look so pretty. And the way your hair was dancing slowly in the wind, like even nature wanted to admire you. You really are so beautiful.

He turns his head back quick when you lock eyes with him. He wants to make sure you're okay, that you feel safe & comfortable with him.

"You doing okay?" He asks softly, glancing at you for another second.

You nod, "Yeah, thanks. Sorry I'm a mess right now."

He shakes his head, a determined look on his face.

"No you're not. You're a person with feelings."

That makes you smile at him, the first real, genuine smile you've had tonight.

"God, I'm so stupid. Why did I not expect this?" You say upset, running your hands through your hair.

Cheol looks at you confused, "What? What do you mean?"

You sigh, looking out the window before looking at him again. "Its just...he was already acting like a dick before we went on this "date", so why did I continue with it? It's practically my fault."

Seungcheol immediately stiffens at the sound of you blaming yourself, denying it. "Y/N listen to me. It's not your fault, ever. He's a shitty guy who probably still lives with his mom and does this every night to young, innocent girls."

You laugh, a genuine laugh too. You love how Cheol can always make you feel better with just a few words, thats one of the reasons you love him. As a friend, of course.

He turns to look at you when you laugh, a small, but noticeable, soft smile on his face. Before he speaks up again, "I'm really sorry you had a bad night. You don't deserve it."

You smile, nudging him on the arm. "Its okay Cheollie, I'm just glad its over now. Thanks to you." You smile.

He smiles more widely now at the sound of you saying "Cheollie". It was an old nickname you used to say when you first moved into the apartment. You used it every time you wanted to tease him, but little did you know, he secretly loved the nickname. Its nice to hear it again.

"Don't thank me, thats what I'm here for." He smiles at you again, nudging your arm aswell, making another giggle come out of you.

God, the things he would do to hear that sound over & over again.

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Once you two finally arrive back home, Seungcheol helps open the door for you, letting you go through first before following behind. He notices Seungkwan still sitting on the same spot of the couch he was on before, but this time on his phone.

Once you both kick your shoes off, you start walking deeper in the apartment. Thats what Seungkwan finally notices you two.

"Wha-" He starts, his eyes following you as you plop down onto the armchair next to him.

Seungkwan glances at Seungcheol, trying to get an answer as to what happened but Cheol just shoots back a short glare.

You sniffle, looking around as you still feel some remnants of crying from before. You notice one controller on the coffee table, and the other on the floor. "Were you guys playing games?"

"Yeah," Seungkwan starts, "before Cheol suddenly rushed out of the apartment...care to explain?"

"Just a shitty date, Seungkwan." You say looking down at your lap, suddenly recalling the nights events.

Seungcheol notices your change of mood, sitting down on the chair next to you.

Seungkwan, still being the clueless friend he is, continues,

"He didn't hurt you....right?"

His innocent question makes you cough out a slight chuckle, & earns a small smirk from Seungcheol.

"No Seungkwan. I didn't even get to see the guy." You sigh.

"Well then...what happened? Why'd you call Cheol?" Seungkwan asks.

You glance at Seungcheol, before looking down at your lap. Cheol's gaze softens as he notices your hesitation, and he knows you're not ready to talk about it right now. He glances at Seungkwan, giving him a slight nod, a silent message to steer the conversation away from this topic.

Seungkwan being the observer that he is, catches onto the cue & clears his throat. "Right. Well uh- Cheol and I were playing this new game and it was pretty fun especially because I was beating his ass the whole ti-"

Cheol interrupts him with a slight eye roll & smirk. "Woah woah you were not "beating my ass", I was going easy on you."

Seungkwan huffs, "Oh please, this room isn't big enough for your ego-"

You watch them bicker, a smile on your face. Then you suddenly get an idea.

"Hey. Let me be the judge of that." You say.

The two guys turn to you confused, Seungkwan speaks up. "Judge of what.?"

You smile. "If you actually were beating Cheol's ass, and if its true, you can get bragging rights for the rest of the night."

Seungkwan smiles wide, making both you & Cheol laugh at his excitement.

"You're going down." Seungkwan says grabbing his controller off the ground.

Seungcheol just scoffs, grabbing his controller aswell. "Yeah right. Let's let referee Y/N be the judge of that."

You cuddle more into your chair, watching the game start, the 2 boys eyes locked on the TV.

The game then starts, the two boys focused as their fingers move around the controller. As the game progresses, you can feel yourself start to relax more, your smile growing more & more as you watch the two boys be competitive.

Cheol steals glances at you from time to time, also feeling himself slowly relaxing at the sight of you looking better & happier. It's nice to see you distracted from the events of the night.

Seungkwan on the other hand, is fully immersed in the game. His competitive nature making the situation more funny that it is.

Then, Seungkwan suddenly yells out in triumph "HAH! I won that round!"

Seungcheol's expression briefly falters, but he quickly masks it with a smirk, "It was just a lucky round, I'll get you next time."

As the two bicker, with Seungkwan getting overly competitive again & Seungcheol continuing to tease him, you have an idea.

"I wanna try" you say confidently.

Both Seungkwan & Cheol look at you in surprise, none of them expecting that.

Seungkwan grins, "Are you sure? It gets pretty intense."

You roll your eyes, moving to sit in between the boys. "What? Afraid a girl will beat you?"

Seungkwan laughs. "Ha, in your dreams."

Seungcheol hands you his controller, smiling at your equally competitive nature "Let's see how good you actually are then."

You get more comfortable in the seat, before the game starts. Both yours & Seungkwan's eyes glued to the screen, with Seungcheol watching from the sides, secretly hoping you'll win.

You seem to be getting the hang of it, your fingers moving quickly over the controller with a competitive glint in your eye. And Seungcheol is watching you from time to time, impressed with how fast you caught onto the game, but also happy that you seem to have a weight off your chest. And he's glad he & Kwan are the cause of it.

Then all of sudden, you glance at Seungkwans side of the screen, noticing he wasted his last life....which means you automatically win.

You gasp before you shriek "YES!!", jumping around.

Seungkwans jaw drops as he stares at the screen in disbelief, "Wha-"

Seungcheol bursts into laughter, genuinely impressed by you winning,

"Well Kwannie, looks like the newbie just beat your ass." Cheol chuckles, eyes gleaming with pride.

Seungkwan huffs, hiding his disappointment. "Pfft, I let her win.."

Cheol shakes his head, laughing "Just face it bro, Y/N's just better than you."

That makes you even more proud, sticking your tongue out at Seungkwan. "Yeah Kwan, I'm just better."

Seungkwan crosses his arms, huffing again "Yeah, whatever."

You smile with pride, turning towards Seungcheol & high fiving him before sitting back down,

"This game is fun, let's play more."

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After another hour of the three of you competing together, the highlight of the night was you and Seungcheol teaming up on Seungkwan, making the night even more memorable. It seems like you totally forgot about the bad date, and you're so grateful for the friends you have.

That night you're all in your respective rooms, winding down after the chaos that just occurred. You're currently sitting down at your vanity, brushing your hair while in your pyjamas. You feel fully relaxed & at peace, when someone knocks on your door.

"Come in" You say softly, turning your vanity mirror light off and standing up.

Seungcheol steps into your room, his expression still filled with worry. "Hey," he says, his voice gentle. "how are you holding up?"

You smile. sitting down on the edge of your bed. "I'm fine Cheol."

Cheol studies your face for a minute, searching for any signs of distress. He can tell that you're maybe trying to put on a brave front, but he doesn't wanna push you too much. He takes a few steps closer, a soft look on his face.

"You know you don't have to pretend for me, it's totally fine to not be fine after tonight."

You smile at his nice words, shaking your head. "No seriously, I'm fine. You and Kwannie really helped a lot...so thank you. And thank you for picking me up and dealing with my ugly crying."

Seungcheol shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face. "You don't need to thank me Y/N. I'll always be there for you, you know that." he takes a quick pause, before speaking again, "And your crying wasn't ugly at all, don't say that."

You giggle at his words, as he also takes a seat on your bed, keeping a comfortable distance.

"Can I ask you something else?" He asks.

You nod. "Ask away. I mean. I owe you something at least."

He rolls his eyes, before taking a deep breath and continuing "Why...why did you call me? Instead of...y'know Seungkwan or someone else."

You think for a moment, fidgeting with your hands in your lap before speaking, "I dont know," you shrug, "you were the first person that came to mind...I guess..?"

Cheol hums in response, your answer making his heart race at the thought that you thought of him before anyone else. He nods understandingly, his throat suddenly dry.

You can sense his nervousness, so you speak up. "Is that fine..? That I called you?"

He snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of your soft voice, and a small smile appears on his face.

"Of course, it's completely fine. I'm glad you thought of me."

He stands up, running a hand through his hair, needing some kind of air to cool himself. "I'll let you get some rest, just take it easy okay? If you need anything I'm just down the hall, always."

You smile at his kindness, nodding, "Thanks, Cheol."

He just smiles, watching you in your relaxed state for a moment before walking to the door. "Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

He exits your room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He walks back to his room, his mind racing of thoughts of you. Once he enters his room, he lays on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He replays the events of the night. The way you looked at him in such a vulnerable state, letting him see you like that. The way you laughed and smiled at Seungkwan & him's bickering. He keeps finding himself replaying the sound of your laugh, that laugh that he can never get tired of hearing. He wants to keep it buried in his memories forever.

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A week later, it seems like you totally forgot about the "date" incident, but it's all thanks to Seungcheol. He's been so so patient with you, knowing how sensitive you are, and how long it takes for you to get over these types of things. But now you're feeling better and more like yourself again.

Right now it is Jeonghan's birthday. Jeonghan is one of your closest friends, you met him through Seungcheol & Seungkwan, and are now invited to his 20th birthday party.

Seungcheol & Seungkwan are already at the party, it being held at Jeonghan's huge mansion. The two boys are drinking punch, observing the party around them. You are gonna arrive with your college friends, and Seungcheol keeps looking around for you, awaiting your arrival.

Seungkwan notices the way Cheol's gaze keeps looking around & can't help but smirk. He nudges him playfully, "Looking for someone?"

Cheol tries to play it cool, rolling his eyes, "Huh? No..I'm just...just wondering what's taking the others so long to get here. Especially her-" he quickly rephrases his words, "-them."

Seungkwan just grins, taking another sip of his punch. "Yeah, sure."

A few more minutes go by, Cheol holding his cup of punch impatiently as he waits for your arrival. Then, the front door opens, revealing you. And god, if he couldn't lose his breath more than he already has.

You're standing there, greeting some people, looking absolutely stunning. You have a black tight dress on, with a short white cardigan that cover your arms. Your hair is long & beautiful, he just wants to run his hands through it. And god, your makeup. He's seen you without makeup plenty of times, but the lipstick you have on & the mascara that makes your lashes even longer than they were before makes you look out of this world.

You look so innocent, so pretty, that his throat goes dry just at the sight of you.

Seungkwan then breaks the moment, snapping Cheol out of his daze as he calls you over. "There's Y/N! Over here!"

Seungcheol quickly composes himself, watching as you walk over, smiling radiantly.

"Hi guys!" You smile.

Both Seungkwan & Seungcheol greet you with big smiles, but Cheol's smile falters a bit as he takes in your appearance up close.

"You look great." Cheol says, his voice a bit gruff. His eyes keep lingering on you more than necessary & Seungkwan shoots him a sly smirk, knowing what he's feeling.

You smile, "Thank you. So do you."

Cheol smiles, his heart skipping a beat at your smile. He wants to tell you how beautiful you look, not wanting to say you look just "great", almost like an angel incarnate. Seungkwan looks between you two, trying not to laugh at the obvious tension.

"So, you guys ready to party?" Kwan asks, nudging Cheol.

"Just please don't get so drunk like last time Kwannie.." You say.

He grins sheepishly, "Hey, I cant help it if I get carried away."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "Just try not to end up like a mess again."

Seungkwan pats his back, "No promises," he looks between you, a sly grin on his face & he continues, "anyways, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go annoy Wonwoo all night."

Before he can give you or Seungcheol a chance to speak, he disappears into the crowd, leaving you two alone.

Seungcheol nervously looks down at you, he's never been this nervous around you before. He's seen you all glammed up before, but tonight...it's different.

As if you can sense his thoughts, you ask, "What flavour is it? Your eyes focused on the punch bowl.

Cheol glances down at the bowl, before looking back at you, grateful for the distraction. "I think it's fruit punch." He says, trying his best to sound casual.

"Yum." You say, pouring some punch into your cup.

Seungcheol watches as you take a sip, noticing the way the cup looks slightly too big in your hand, and he finds it adorable. His heart aches even more as he speaks, "How is it?"

"Good!" You smile up at him, and he swears his heart stops at the sight of you.

"That's good," he manages to say, "thought it might taste crappy."

You nod, still smiling & still blissfully unaware of how flustered he is. "Yeah, It tastes great."

He takes another look at you, admiring the way your dress fits on your body. It complements your figure so much, making you more & more beautiful by the second. He clears his throat, his eyes never leaving you. "So, uh, did you get here okay?"

You nod, "Yup! The girls all drove in one car, is it okay if I also drive back with them?"

He nods, masking the pang of disappointment at the news. "Yeah, that's totally fine. As long as you make it home safe."

You nudge his arm, giggling slightly. "Awhh little Seungcheol wants me home safe?"

Cheol rolls his eyes playfully, nudging you back. "Shut up." he mutters, with a small smile on his face.

You two look out onto the crowd, Jeonghan's house is huge. Its 4 stories, with a huge pool in the backyard. Almost everyone here is full out drunk or getting ready to jump in the pool. Seungcheol looks around, his gaze darkening as he notices the way some guys are eyeing you & your outfit. That makes him clench his jaw, his protective nature rising within him. He doesn't like the fact that other guys get to see you like this, all dolled up & gorgeous, and it's driving him crazy. He notices the guys glancing your way, the way their eyes linger on your body & it takes all of his self control to not go tell them off right now.

You break the silence, "Hey, I need to go give Jeonghan his gift, I'll see you in a bit okay?"

Cheol nods, trying to keep his expression neutral, "Sure, go ahead. I'll be right here." He forces a smile as he watches you walk away.

He sighs, looking around once more, trying to clear his mind.

Why is he feeling this type of way?

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An hour later, the party is still loud and as lively as ever. Seungcheol hasn't seen you since you arrived, and he's a little worried. Right now he's talking to Joshua, one of his best friends since middle school. As the two boys talk, Cheol's gaze wanders around, looking for any sight of you. As if the gods above knew he was looking for you, he finally spots you. You're getting comfortable outside near the pool, on one of the chairs. You lay down comfortably, taking your phone out of your pocket & taking photos of the stars.

He tries to keep focusing on the conversation he & Joshua are having, but Josh notices his distracted state. "Hey you alright man? You seem a bit off tonight."

Cheol snaps out of his thoughts, forcing a smile & nodding. "Yeah I'm fine, just... a lot of my mind."

Joshua nods, continuing to speak. Seungcheol doesn't even know what his friend is talking about, all he is focused on is you, looking so peaceful, relaxing under the stars.

As Josh is talking, he glances over at you again. But this time, theres someone new. A guy walks up to you, seemingly starting a conversation, and you smile. You guys start talking, and Cheol's eyes narrow as he sees this scene play out. He wants to know what you're saying, why you're smiling up at him like that, but he keeps his cool for his friends sake.

As Seungcheol keeps watching the interaction from afar, he notices that the guy sits down on the chair with you, beside your legs. He places one hand on your bare knee, and his jaw clenches. He can see your uncomfortable face, the way you're trying to mask a fake smile to seem polite & it fuels his anger even more.

Cheol leans towards Joshua, his voice low. "Who is that guy talking to Y/N?"

Joshua follows his gaze, his eyes examining the guy for a moment before speaking up. "Oh, him? That's Jay."

Cheol's grip on the cup tightens, annoyance coursing through him. "Jay, huh?" he mutters, still watching the interaction between you two. He can notice how you try to attempt to move away from the guys touch, but his hand still rests on your leg & that was the breaking point for him. The way that Jay was touching you without consent is beyond irritating. Cheol grits his teeth, before muttering a quick excuse to Joshua and walking over to you two.

He doesn't waste time going over to you, anger radiating off of him as he taps Jay on the shoulder. "Get your hand off of her." Cheol says, clearly angry.

Jay's head snaps to look at him, a hint of annoyance on his face. "What did you say?"

The sight of Jay's cockiness makes Seungcheol even more frustrated, he repeats himself, this time his voice more stern. "Get your damn hand off of her."

Jay sneers, clearly annoyed. "Why? It's just a party and we're just having some fun." Jay turns his head to look at you, "Isn't that right, princess?"

Seungcheol twitches at the sound of the nickname he gave you, clearly not up for any jokes anymore. He glances at you, seeing you look up at him, the same uncomfortable look on your face making his heart break. He clenches his jaw even more, speaking up. "She looks anything but comfortable." Cheol says through gritted teeth.

Jay scoffs, his hand still resting on your leg. "She's just shy."

Seungcheol can't take it anymore. The way you look so uncomfortable and scared fuels his anger towards Jay even more. Without thinking, he grabs Jay's wrist tightly, pulling him up. Jay's hand loses contact with your thigh & he speaks, "What the hell man?!"

Seungcheol's eyes darken, staring right into his eyes "Hand. off. of. her."

Jay huffs, realizing he should take the hint. "Its off its off! Geesh.. I was just trying to be friendly."

Cheol's grip on Jay never loosens one bit, but once he sees his hand finally off of you, he lets go. "Friendly my ass."

Jay rubs his wrist in pain, glaring at Cheol. "What's your problem man? She was perfectly fine until you showed up."

Cheol scoffs, taking a step closer to Jay. "My "problem" is that you were clearly making her uncomfortable, and touching her without her consent."

Jay seems to not wanna turn down as he speaks, "What? You like her boyfriend or something?"

The question makes Seungcheol's jaw tighten, simply responding with, "Doesn't matter if I am or not."

Jay laughs, clearly amused by this whole situation. "Then back off. Why are you even so pissed off?"

Cheol's temper flares up again, his patience wearing thin. "Because you were touching her without her consent. It doesn't take much to be a decent human being."

Jay smirks, "Oh so you're her knight in shining armor huh? Whats next? Wanna be her prince charming?" he snickers.

Seungcheols hands clench into a fist, anger building up inside of him. Jay seems to notice his clenched fists & smiles, "Wow, I really got to you, huh?"

Seungcheol wants nothing more than to punch Jay in the face, but for your sake, he tries to remain somewhat calm. He takes a deep breath before speaking, "Just back off."

Jay, seemingly taking the hint, starts to walk off. But as he's walking he mumbles "Her body isn't even that good anyways-"

As soon as Cheol hears that, his patience snaps. He turns around and walks to Jay, turning him around.

"Oh? You gonna do something about it no-"

Seungcheol doesn't even let him finish before his fist connects with his face. A loud thud echos the air as Jay stumbles, holding his nose in pain, shooting Cheol a glare.

"Cheol!" You say in panic, standing up.

Seungcheol stops as his attention briefly turns towards you. The sound of your voice snaps him out of the moment, and his heart sinks as he realizes the scene he just caused. His gaze softens as he looks at you, before Jay speaks up again.

"A single punch? That's it? Man, you can have her. She's ugly anyways"

Seungcheol's vision goes red as soon as those words leave Jay's mouth. He clenches his fist once more, ready to lunge at Jay for the second time. But before he can do anything, you step in between them, placing your hand on Cheol's chest.

"Stop...please just...just stop." you say softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Seungcheol freezes upon hearing your voice, your touch calming him and his anger. He watches as Jay runs away, still holding his bloody nose as some of his friends follow after. He takes a deep breath, trying to catch his composure before you speak softly,

"Cheol your hand....."

He looks down at his hand, noticing his bruised & slightly bloodied knuckles as he winces a bit, feeling the pain set in. "It's fine.." he mutters, trying to brush it off.

You don't believe him one bit, saying, "Cheol, it doesn't look fine."

Before he can get a chance to protest, you gently grab his wrist and walk through the crowds, trying to find a quieter place. He doesn't fight back, feeling people's gaze on him as they walk through the crowd.

You drag him into one of the many bathrooms this house has, shutting the door behind you guys. His breath hitches with the proximity of you two, but you don't seem to notice, rummaging through the drawers to find some sort of medicine or healing products.

Seungcheol clears his throat, "You don't have to do this Y/N, my hand is fine."

He can see that you're not gonna take no for an answer. The way you turn around, holding a wet cloth and a pill in the other hand, looking so caring & worried for him makes his heart melt for a second.

"Shush. Now can you sit on the toilet? This may sting for a moment." You say.

He nods, sitting down on the toilet seat & holding his hand out to you. He watches as you gently put the cloth on his knuckles, you glance at his reaction before dabbing around it. You're doing it so gently that he feels so special.

"How does it feel?" You ask, concentrated on his hand.

He nods, looking up at you. "Great. Thank you Y/N, you didn't have to do this." He says. He would be lying if he said it still didn't sting a bit, but he didn't want to tell you that.

You shake your head, looking at him for a moment. "Seungcheol, you just punched a guy for me, i at least owe you this." you say before continuing to work on his hand with care.

He chuckles quietly, admiring your features since you're so upclose. He suddenly feels nervous, but at the same time your presence is calming him down from the chaos from earlier. He loves how gentle you're being, how soft & precise your movements are, it really feels like you care for him.

Then all of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Jeonghan. A really...really drunk Jeonghan. He stumbles into the bathroom, his cheeks flushed from drinking. He grins at the sight of the two of you, "Oh there you guys are." he clurs, leaning against the door frame.

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, sighing at this friends drunken state. "How much did you have to drink, Jeonghan?

Jeonghan wobbles and grins even wider than before, he holds up three fingers. "Threeeee or four drinks...maybe more!!" he laughs loudly, it echoing through the small bathroom.

Cheol snickers. "You idiot, you're gonna be so hungover tomorrow."

Jeonghan waves him off, smiling like an idiot, "Pft..I'm immune to hangovers."

Cheol shakes his head, and you take a break from tending to his hand. You turn to Jeonghan and ask, "Wheres Seungkwan, Han?"

Jeonghan blinks, as if he's trying to remember the name. "Oh, right, Seungkwan. He's on the couch, completely wastedd!!!"

That makes you even more annoyed, you sigh. "You're joking, right?"

Jeonghan shakes his head, hiccuping. "Nope, not joking. You should see him, he's totally shitfaced."

You glance at Cheol, worry in your expression as you ask, "You feel good to walk or do you need to rest?"

He glances down at his hand, which is still in your grip. He hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. "I can walk, I'm fine." He stands up from the toilet seat, towering over you in the tightness of the bathroom.

You nod and excuse yourself from Jeonghan to go find Seungkwan, Seungcheol following behind.

As you're walking, you can already hear Seungkwan's drunken voice & the faint sound of his slurred voice echo through the room. We then enter the living room, finding Seungkwan on the couch slumped over. His eyes are glassy & unfocused, as he hiccups every now and then. Seungcheol rolls his eyes, smiling in amusement at the scene, "This idiot, I knew he would get drunk."

Seungkwan looks up at you two, his face breaking into a goofy smile. "Ahhhhh there you aree!" he slurs, trying to stand from the cough but falling back down.

You frown, "Seungkwan! We told you not to drink too much."

He grins up at you, being too drunk to even stand up straight, and his words slurring tigether as he responds. "Why nottt? It's a partyyyy."

Seungcheol can see you sigh again, and he can see that your eyes are full of worry. You walk over to Seungkwan, linking your arm with his trying to pull him up. Cheol can see your struggle and immediately walks over to help you pick up his other side. As you and Cheol struggle to support Seungkwans weight, he leans heavily on you, mumbling incoherently. He's completely drunk, relying on you & Cheol.

"We're getting you home Kwannie." You say, your eyes focused infront of you.

Seungkwan giggles drunkenly, before he hiccups and slurs. "I don't wanna go homeeee."

Cheol shakes him slightly, "Tough luck, you can't stay here in this state."

That makes Seungkwan pout, but he doesn't argue further, instead. he rests his head on your shoulder as you two lead him to his car. Seungcheol looks over, his eyes softening as he takes in the sight. He notices how determined you are to get Kwan home, and it melts his heart.

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After a very long drive of Seungkwan telling a story that doesn't make sense, you in the passenger seat trying your best to listen & Seungcheol driving with a grin on his face, you're now home.

Seungkwan collapses on the couch, his eyes closing immediately as he lays down. You walk to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water, hoping it'll somewhat help with the hangover. Seungcheol follows you in the kitchen, leaning on the counter as he watches you fill up a cup with water.

"You always take care of everyone, don't you? he says quietly, his voice soft.

You look at him confused, "What do you mean?"

He smiles at you warmly, "You always take care of everyone," he repeats. "you're always the one taking care of others, even if it's at the expense of yourself. Like for tonight for example, you helped me with my hand, and now dealing with annoying Seungkwan."

You just smile and shrug, not knowing how to respond. "I like doing it."

He smiles at you warmly, your selfness shining through your sweet words. "Of course you do." he mutters, unable to keep the affection out of his voice. "Always putting yourself last."

You gasp dramatically, putting a hand over your chest. "Hey! I do not!!"

Cheol chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving your face. "Oh really? Because I've seen you sacrifice your own happiness countless times just to make sure everyone else is taken care of."

"Oh yeah? List one time." you say with a slight giggle.

He raises an eyebrow at your challenge, a smirk on his lips. "Let me see...there was a time you gave your last slice of pizza to Jeonghan because he was starving, and that time you stayed up all night helping Joshua study for a test. Those are just two instances that came to mind."

You hesitate, smiling. "Well, those don't count!"

Seungcheol just laughs, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

You smile at him, sticking your tongue out at him before walking back to the living room where Seungkwan is.

Cheol watches your tongue sticking out at him, his heart skipping a beat at the cute gesture. He follows you out of the kitchen to Seungkwan, watching him still in the same position as before.

You crouch down so you're leveled with Kwan, and you gently speak. "Seungkwan...sit up. I brought you some water."

Seungkwan groans softly, his eyes slowly opening as he meets yours. He looks wrecked, his hair disheveled and his eyes barely staying open. But he still manages to muster a small smile to you, "Thanks." he mumbles.

He takes the glass of water from you, his hand shaking slightly as he brings it to his lips. He takes small sips, his eyes closing slightly as the water cools his parched throat.

"Mmm..that feels nice." he mutters in between sips.

Seungcheol stands a few feet back, observing the amusing scene in front of him. He can't help but feel a hint of admiration at the way you take care of Seungkwan, even when he's being a little annoying and hard to work with.

Seungkwan finishes the water, a dribble of it spilling down his chin as he hands you the cup. He wipes his chin as his eyes start to close again. You adjust his head on the pillow he's on, making sure he's nice & comfortable. You then grab a blanket, draping it over his body as you gently tuck him in.

Seungkwan mumbles something along the lines of "thank you" before his eyes close completely. He curls up under the blanket, a small snore escaping his lips. On the other hand, Seungcheol is still in awe of you. He watched as you tucked Seungkwan in, his heart swelling in his chest. I mean, he's always been in awe of your caring nature, but seeing it up close, just drives him insane.

He takes a step closer to you, his voice soft. "You're really so sweet, you know that?"

You turn around confused, standing up to meet his level as you whisper, "What?"

Cheol smiles at you, his eyes crinkling a bit. "I said you're really sweet. Watching you take care of him like that, it's really heartwarming."

You shrug, a bit shy at his words. "Well someone has to."

He chuckles softly, "Thats true, but not everyone would go to the extent you do. It's in your nature to care for others, isn't it?"

You smile shyly, shrugging. "I just care a lot about the people around me, I want them to feel loved."

His heart warms at your words, his gaze moving between you and Seungkwan's sleeping frame. The way you tucked him in so softly, being so patient with his drunk self makes him want to protect you. The way you care for others, makes him want to return the favour, to make you feel special and loved in his arms.

God, is he...

Is he in love?

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Seungcheol doesn't know what to do at this point. Its been a few weeks since he came to term with his feelings, but he doesn't know what to do with them. Does he ignore them? Act on them? He doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable, but also knows these feelings are real. He really does love you.

Right now it's Seungkwan's birthday, and he's at classes. You and Cheol decided to attempt to make him a birthday cake. Right now you're both in the kitchen, you're tying your apron up and Seungcheol is finding a recipe. You decided to just make a plain vanilla cake, nothing can go wrong, right?

"Do you know when Kwan will be home?" he asks, setting the phone down and putting on his apron aswell.

You think for a moment. "Yeah, he said around 4. So that gives us around 3 hours."

He nods, smiling at you before sighing. "Are we sure this is a good idea? We could just buy a cake, you know."

You frown, shaking your head. "That's boring. Homemade is much more thoughtful." you say as you pick up the phone he was just on.

"Right," Cheol starts, "because nothing screams 'thoughtful' like a burnt, lopsided cake."

You ignore him, rolling your eyes playfully. "You think this is a good recipe?" you ask, scrolling through it.

He nods, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it looks decent. Plus Seungkwan can't expect too much from us."

That makes you giggle, smiling at him. "But it's meant to be a surprise. I want him to at least enjoy the cake."

He chuckles softly. "He will, don't worry."

You sigh, holding your pinkie up. "Promise me the kitchen wont end up in flames."

He smiles, locking his pinkie with yours. "Promise."

2 hours later

The kitchen was a mess. There was flour all over the countertops, sugar spilled near the sink, and a suspicious amount of egg yolk that ended up on the floor. The air smelled vaguely of vanilla but also a hint of something burnt, which was a problem, considering the cake hadn't even gone in the oven yet.

You groan, looking through the recipe again. "This was supposed to be easy."

Seungcheol chuckles, rolling his sleeves up for what felt like the millionth time today. "Baking is mean to be science, we did exactly what the recipe said."

You glare at him, showing him the phone. "Cheol. It literally says at the top of the website in big, bolded letters "The easiest recipe known-to-man!"

That makes him bite his lip, trying to hide a laugh at your angry but adorable expression. You have flour all over your face and somehow on your neck, with your hair that was once in a neat ponytail, now sticking out in every direction.

"Hey listen." Cheol starts, "Yes, the cake may not be perfect, but it was made with love."

"No it wasn't."

"Y/N!"

That makes you both laugh, the air suddenly turning more playful and relaxed. You sigh again, looking around. "We made a mess.."

Seungcheol looks around aswell, some flour even on his elbow as he smiles. "Well then...Seungkwan's birthday gift will be to clean it up!"

"Fine with me." you say putting some hair behind your ears.

He smiles at your still stiff expression & body, and he wants to ease it even just a little bit. He grabs the only bag of flour left on the counter, digging his hand in, making eye contact with you.

You, catching onto what his intentions are, subtly start backing away "Don't."

"Oh, I think I will."

Before you could run away, Cheol threw a handful of flour at you, it landing on your neck and chest.

"HEY!" You yelp, "Oh you are so dead."

Suddenly, it wasn't baking anymore. It was war. The two of you abandoned the cake entirely, grabbing whatever you could and throwing it. Laughter fills up the room, aswell as more flour. It was the kind of laughter that made it hard to breathe, the kind that felt light and stupid, but also good.

During the chaos, you tried to dodge some more flour that Cheol was throwing, but slipped instead. Instinctively, Seungcheol grabbed you by the waist before you could fall, steadying you.

You both freeze.

Your breaths are still heavy from the chaos, your faces inches apart. Seungcheol's hands are firm on your hips, and your fingers are curled against the top of his shirt. The laughter is suddenly faded, replaced by something warmer.

"You...you have something-" Seungcheol mummurs, reaching out to slightly graze your cheek as he wipes a smudge of flour. You would laugh, considering you are covered in flour, but the intensity of the moment makes you lose words. The only words you can mutter out are, "Yeah?"

There was a moment where you guys could've stepped away, but neither of you did.

Instead, Seungcheol tilted his head just so slightly, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

"I think we ruined the cake." he whispers.

"Who cares?" you whisper back.

And then, you kissed.

Seungcheol couldn't believe this was happening, but wanted to take advantage of this moment. The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant. But then you pulled him closer, grabbing the neckline of his shirt closer to you, bring you closer than ever. The kiss was so sweet, so deep and breathless, just like you guys.

Once you finally pull apart, Cheol lets out a shaky laugh.

"You taste like flour"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't bring it to yourself to stop smiling, still holding onto his shirt tightly. "Well, you taste like an idiot."

"You like it, though."

You huff, grabbing a handful of leftover frosting and smearing it across his cheek, giggling.

"Hey!"

"That's what you get for throwing flour on me."

"Oh, you're in for it now-"

You could say the cake was completely forgotten, only the warmth and normalcy of the two of you together being the only thing that mattered.

Sorry Seungkwan.

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