#kept getting stuffed in a suitcase once a week

[cinimuffin]

Still have some more realistic/nonpixel-y looking organs to add. Figured I'd post a version without that bit of gore first for people who aren't a fan of that stuff (the finished piece won't have too much of it though).

[strawberrymochin]

Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Moving in :- After you agree to raise the fushiguro kids along with gojo satoru, it's time to move in together.

You wipe the crumbs of the chocolate chip cookie Tsumiki munched from her lips.

'can I have one more?' she pleaded with doe eyes. 'yes ofcourse sweetie. Here, have as many as you want.' Handling the pack of cookies to little Tsumiki, who was happy to munch on some more.

Megumi kept watching the scenary outside from the car window. Tsumiki offered him some cookies before but he refused and simply shook his head.

Gojo was driving the car, very soon you guys will reach to your shared apartment. After gojo asked you for a favour and you agreed, it took about a week to find an apartment which was empty and close to the Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Till then the kids were at your place. You got to know a little about them and observe them closely. You four could have lived at your place but your apartment was on the very outskirts of Tokyo and the kids need to go to school, which was far away from yours. So you guys decided to find another one.

It wasn't perfect but can accommodate the four of you easily. It's cozy and comfy and once you guys move in you can make it even more lively.

'Megumi, you want something else? I've got some cakes too. And even candies and juice.' Megumi shook his head in a 'no' without even bothering to turn around. Something you understood very well on the first week of living with the fushiguro kids is that, Megumi is the opposite of Tsumiki. She opened up to you on the very first day, but he didn't. It was very clear that he disliked your presence.

Megumi is a reserved boy and as far as you've noticed nothing excites him. It's not his fault though, the kid must have gone through so much in such a tender age.

'Give me some of those candies.' satoru drawled while driving the car, peeking at you from the back mirror. You sighed giving him a handful of candies.

Megumi refused to sit with him in the front seat, so satoru had no other option stuffing the rest of the boxes in there. Sure the kid doesn't likes him too.

'then you want something else? We can stop by some shops to get whatever you like?' you propose, trying to get his attention but his sole response was 'no'. You give up at this point.

The car haulted as you looked outside of the window. You guys reached your new apartment. Your lips curled in a small smile. Taking in Tsumiki's hand you get out of the car. Gojo gets Megumi out.

'From now onwards we will be living here! gojo announced excitingly, 'Like it kids?'

'Yes!' Tsumiki chirped in her cheerful voice, while the glum faced Megumi remained silent, surely annoyed at gojo. He frees his hand from gojo's and comes near to stand beside Tsumiki.

You chuckle at gojo's offended face. 'Kk, gojo sensei will be bringing the stuff up while we go and take a look at our new home.' you announce, when gojo interrupts, 'what? You guys won't be helping me?'

'well, no.'

'why? How am I supposed to take all of these stuff up alone? I don't have four hands like—'

You take both the kids and walk ahead leaving a complaing gojo behind. Megumi, all silent till now, looked back at gojo. A smug smile plastered on his face, took gojo by surprise and amusement.

You felt Megumi's grip on your fingers tighten, as you guided both the fushiguro kids inside of the elevator to the fifth floor of the apartment.

Gojo watched you guys disappear, as a chuckle surpasses his lips, a fuzzy feeling rushed through him. This is the first time he saw Megumi smile.

'Seems I made the right decision.' he thought to himself, walking up to the trunk of his car, unloading the luggage.

Extras-:

'are the kids fast asleep?' gojo asks unpacking another suitcase, while you enter the room.

'yeah, the day must have been rough for you.' He stopped whatever he was doing, darting a look unfamiliar to you.

'Shall I make the night rough for you, love?'

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Leave.

Cole Cassidy x reader

"You don't need me."

The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.

Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.

Cassidy didn't even turn around to look at you. He was sat at table, taking sips of the whiskey that you bought him for your anniversary.

Just a few hours prior, the two of you had an argument over his sudden ignorance over you and your needs. He would come home from Blackwatch and not even look at you, instead getting whatever he wanted to eat and going to the spare bedroom in your shared apartment. He left for days at a time, doing God only knows what.

When you brought it up, Cassidy simply told you to just get over yourself. To suck it up and realize that he needed his time alone.

"You could at least tell me when, or why, or what I can do to make things better!" You shouted.

"Look at you, thinkin' you can just make everything better with a flick of the wrist. Well, news flash, you can't. This ain't something that you can just make better. I ain't somethin you can just make better," he spat back before storming off to the guest bedroom.

At that point, you cried. Not much. Never were the tears more than just a few drops that burnt your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks. You went to the room that you once shared and started to pack your bags.

All of your clothes went into the duffel bags and suitcases, along with a few mementos.

You stop at a picture of you and Cassidy on your birthday. He looked so happy. So in love with you.

What happened?

You stuffed it into the bag, knowing that you'd regret it when unpacking the bags. Still, you wouldn't get rid of it.

You couldn't.

As you were making your rounds around the apartment, making sure you picked everything up, Cassidy came out of the guest room with a bottle of whiskey and sat down at the dining table where you two used to eat dinner together.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he popped the bottle open and started drinking.

"You don't need me."

The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.

Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.

For a while you just stared at him. What would you say? What would he say? What did you want him to say?

You didn't know.

"Cassidy."

Nothing.

"Cole."

Still nothing.

"I'm leaving."

Finally, something. The cowboy turned his head ever so slightly to look at you from the corner of his eye.

"When are ya gonna be back?" he asked calmly.

You couldn't help but laugh. It was cruel and mocking. All of the pent-up anger you had kept inside until this point came bubbling out.

"Never."

Cassidy made a small "oh," and went back to drinking his whiskey.

That made you angrier.

"Really, Cole? Just 'oh'?! No 'why' or 'don't go'? Jesus, I can't fucking do this anymore. I tried, Cole, I really fucking did. I stayed up for hours every night, waiting for you to come home. I set up dinner dates for us and watched as the food slowly went cold without even a single call. I called you over and over with no response for weeks. I did everything I possibly could. And this is all I get? Just an 'oh.' No, 'please don't go, I love you so much.'" At this point, you could feel tears welling in your eyes, burning them as they fell.

"I wanted you to be different. To be better. I wanted this to work. Because I love you, Cole. I love you so fucking much and you don't seem to give a singular fuck about me. Not one. To you, I'm no better than the dirt on the bottom of your boot. Hell, at least that has a reason to stick around. But I don't. It's been almost a year of this. Of neglect. Of no love. And I don't know why the fuck I didn't leave sooner."

Cassidy just stares at you. Not a word is spoken. Not one. And that's how you know that it really is done. That the relationship you put so much effort into is over.

"I did so much for you. I left my family. Got kicked out of Deadlock. Moved from place to place to visit you on your missions. Didn't go to school. Started working at a job that I fucking hate. All for you. And you won't even look at me for longer than a minute."

"I never asked you to do that."

You just stare. For a long while, you stare at him. You didn't know what to say. How to convey all the pain and anguish and fear and sadness that you were feeling.

So, you didn't.

Instead, you turned around and went to your bedroom, dug the picture out of your bag, and took it back to dining room. Cassidy barely looked at you as you walked in.

Without saying a word, you slammed the glass frame onto the groud. It shattered into thousands of little pieces and the picture of the two of you was covered in them.

"I'm done. We're over," you said before grabbing your bags and leaving.

After a few hours, Cassidy knelt down and started trying to clean the glass up with his hands. Before long he was bleeding all over the floor, the glass having cut his hands.

Deep down he knows he fucked up. That the only person who really cared about him just left.

But he couldn't find it in himself to call you back.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | thirty

*one month later*

My time with the tour ended before it even began. Noah got really sick, tried to push through it but it was no use. He was on the brink of permanently damaging his vocal cords so the band decided collectively to cancel the rest of the tour, rescheduling the dates for a later time.


When we got back from the tour, Noah took a turn and he wasn’t himself. He became so secluded. He went as far as turning one of our guest rooms into an office and locked himself in there. He wouldn’t even come to bed to sleep anymore, and when he wanted to eat he either ordered himself something or went out to get food. I tried everything to help but he kept brushing me off… I eventually just gave up.

A couple weeks ago I ended up going back to my job at the hospital on the days Liam wasn’t home. I started taking double shifts and working 16 hours a day to just get away from Noah. I started to get this unnerving wave of deja vu from when I was married to Tyler. My own home had became my personal hell again.

“Where are you going?”

I came home from a shift to see two suitcases on our bed with Noah’s clothes in it. I stood there bewildered since I hadn’t seen him in our room in weeks. He wouldn’t even look at me, he just kept throwing clothes into his suitcase with no organization. He was frantic, had his hood up so I couldn’t even see his face.

“Noah?!”

He finally stopped, a long breath left him as he looked at me for the first time in forever. My heart felt like it was going to shatter. His eyes were so dark and he had even darker circles under his eyes. His stare that once felt like sunshine was now stone cold. I wanted to feel sorry for him but how do you feel sorry for someone who pushes you away.

“I need to leave.” Hearing his voice again caused my stomach to flip, “being here isn’t helping my headspace.”

“You did this to yourself though.“

He paused, zipping up his suitcase with such force, “I just need to start working on our new music.”

“You were supposed to do that here, with me.”

“It was a mistake to think I could do things up here.” He replies, not taking his eyes off his hands he stuffed into his hoodie pocket. I was so starved for his touch that all I wanted to do was hold him and tell him he was going to be okay, but I knew it was no use.

I could feel my bottom lip starting to shake as my voice broke, “do you even want to live here anymore?”

“I don’t…know.” His own voice began to crack too, almost as if being here was tearing him apart, “I just need go back to LA for a bit and figure things out.”

“Fine.”

He sarcastically huffed, looking back over at me, “that’s all you can say?”

“Noah since we came back from tour I’ve fucking hated being in this house.” My voice going from breaking to being coated with rage. I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, burning a hole through his chest. “So you being gone will actually give me some breathing room.”

“I don’t want us to be over.”

“We can talk about that when you get back.” I replied through pursed lips. “Maybe I need to figure out what I want because it’s certainly not this.”

“I understand.”

Silence hung in the air like an unwanted ghost haunting the both of us. Was he going to change? Maybe. What worried me was knowing this could be the start of a vicious cycle. If he came back from LA happy, how long did I have until he turned on me again?

“Can I ask you one thing?”

His face softened a little as he gazed over at me, “anything.”

“Why did you make such an effort to be here with me if you were just going to run back to LA when things got hard?” He opened his mouth to speak but I wasn’t done, “could you not handle the fact that I was with someone else?”

“You said it yourself that you didn’t love Matt.”

“I could’ve grown to love him.“ I admitted, “but I loved you more.”

“I sometimes wonder if you even love me. The way you look at him makes me feel otherwise.”

“Don’t turn this on me because you don’t want to answer my question.” I spat back, “have fun in LA.”

“Ellie …”

I walked away before he could see the tears forming in my eyes. It was strange, the feeling that washed over me. I felt like I was watching a stranger in an airport bar. My head hit the back of the couch as the tears I tried to fight escaped the corners of my eyes. I heard movements upstairs followed by his footsteps coming down the stairs. I was half expecting him to just walk away but he actually came and found me as another beat of silence hung in the air.

“I’ll call you when I land.”

I knew it was an empty promise so I just nodded my head slightly. I think he only said it to soften the blow of what was eventually coming. His body shifted away from me as he walked towards the front door. The second that door shut I knew I’d be faced with the reality that this was the last time we’d be under the same roof. It was equal parts surreal and alleviating.

Come one, come all, it's happening again

The empathetic hunger descends

We'll tell no one, expect all of our friends

I can't pretend like I understand…How did it end?

[yuly]

I desperately need a part 2 to the “that’s Hotchner to you, agent” plz plz plz 🙃

→ hi lovely anon! ask and you shall receive! cw: only fluff I promise!

Aaron Hotchner x genderal neutral reader 

Always Aaron to You

Aaron is not a person who gives his trust easily. Once his trust has been broken, he clams up like a shell and prying that open might cost you a couple fingers. It's been a month now and you are willing to do whatever it takes for him to even look in your direction again. You miss your Aaron, your cuddle buddy, your confidant, your man. Because your words caused him this much pain and undid all the work the two of you have done to get him to express his feelings and be open, you have to think of a way to get him to see and hear just how sorry you are. With Valentine's Day coming up, you decide to use that to your advantage. If he throws it back in your face, you would take it in stride and leave him alone for good, this was your last shot. 

Aaron is not a shopping fanatic and he's not the easiest to buy gifts for, you know that he does everything in life for the people he loves, so you decide to take a page out of his book and pray it goes well.

He comes home absolutely exhausted, the case was long, the jet lag severe, and the whole precinct annoyed him to no end. Worst of all, he had to spend yet another day pretending to be angry with you when all he wanted was for things to go back to normal. But his pride was hurt so he kept the act up. As he made his way to the doorstep, Aaron thought of all the non-work related things he needed to get done this weekend and he let out an exasperated sigh. Being a single father with his work schedule was exhausting, to say the least. Aaron hated asking for help, but he so desperately needed to get some rest this weekend. As he entered his apartment, he toyed with the idea of swallowing his pride and maybe asking Jessica for a favour. 

Aaron was surprised to find Jack running about the apartment, stuffing a suitcase with clothes, toys and other odd bits.

“Dad! Guess what! I’m going to the Star Wars all-weekend exhibit with Jessica and cousins!!!!” Jack rambled excitedly, nearly foaming at the mouth. Apparently, Jessica was lucky enough to get her hands on some of the last tickets at the very last minute.

“I hope you don’t mind me whisking him away so last minute, I’m sorry if you had plans together or-”

“No, no, not at all actually. Thank you, Jess. It's been a long week I actually could use a weekend in, I owe you.” She smiled and swatted him away. Aaron wondered how his silent prayers of a quiet weekend were answered so quickly.

The next day, Aaron got an email reminding him of a golfing event he apparently booked in advance in the city. Aaron was confused, having no relocation of signing up, bet there was the receipt, from a month ago, under his name and credit card. He had actually been looking forward to going for a while now and must’ve forgotten about signing up. He spent the day catching up and flexing his skills in front of old friends. As he looked over the green hills and admired the view, Aaron got a text from Jessica, a photo of Jack and his cousins having an absolute ball at “stars wars land” as he called it, much to Jack’s dismay. He quickly saved the photo and sent her a thank you text back. At that moment, as the sun smiled down on him from its midday spot in the sky, Aaron felt content and happy, he felt lucky and again, he silently questioned how and why this weekend seemed to only get better. It was almost perfect, save for the small part of him that yearned for you.

When Aaron returned home that evening to find a bouquet of pink and white flowers, he was immediately on high alert. He cleared the area, and scanned the object carefully, only entering his home once he was certain everything was ok. He disarmed the alarm system and quietly closed the door behind him. He went through every square inch of the home, only relaxing when he successfully cleared the premises. He turned his attention to the bouquet of flowers, shades of pink and white staring back at him. He set them down on the kitchen counter, shifting his focus to the small card in the center.

“Agent Hotchner, please accept these as a token of my apology. 

The pink hydrangeas symbolize my regret over my words and actions toward you. I hope the optimism of the lily of the valley can bring a rebirth in our friendship, and that the pink peonies bring you good luck, maybe they can be the angel that silently answers your prayers.

- Agent L/N.”

Aaron is taken aback, he honestly cannot remember a time in his life when he received flowers in such a loving gesture. It flusters him as he’s unsure how to place this emotion that was nagging at his chest. The last line makes the cogs in his brain spin and his heart race. Could it be possible that this weekend was your doing? Or was the sweet gesture getting to his head.

“Aaron, is everything ok?” He could hear the kids laughing in the background.

“I need to know where did you get the tickets from”

After a bit of resistance, Jessica confesses that you had gifted them the tickets. She insisted that it was simply a kind gesture and pleaded with Aaron not to say anything.

Within 15 minutes, Aaron is at your doorstep with the flowers in hand.

“Aar-Agent Hotchner?”

“You bought those tickets for Jack didn’t you?”

Your gaze shifts to your feet, unsure how to read his flat tone and fearing the worst.

“Yes.”

“And the golfing, you signed me up for it didn’t you?”

You look up to meet his eyes now, honey-coloured orbs that make your knees weak. His expression is difficult to read but his tone is soft. 

“Thought I’d make it up to you, show you how sorry I am.”

His heart aches at how docile and unsure you sound. He lifts your chin up to meet your eyes once again and spares you a smile, “you are my light at the end of the tunnel, I hope you know that.”

A shy breaks across your face, the warmth of his words wrapping around you snugly. 

“Hotch-”

“Aaron, always Aaron to you, Y/N. I love you”

You nuzzle into his chest, relieved that this long and drawn-out fight between you is finally over. Something clicks and the final piece of the puzzle has found its place as harmony is restored between you and Aaron.

“I love you, Aaron.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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[chocolatespringonion]

This onion is thinking of expanding her Fandom. I remember I watched grim and loved Nickroe ship so much (though I still hasn't finished watching it)

I was thinking, maybe it'll be kinda OOC? But what do you think of a Nickroe plot where Nick and Monroe meet each other for the first time in a vacation island they planned for each of their girlfriends?

WARNING: Dubcon? Infidelity.

Nick felt guilty towards Juliette because he had been so busy lately with his police work so he planned the two of them a 1 week vacation to a fancy island resort. Juliette happily packed their things and also got herself the week of from her job.

When the two of them arrived they saw other couples and families also arriving and checking in into the resort. Nick's eyes catch sight of a couple bickering with each other, the woman had a fiery temper and the man had to calm her down. He couldn't see the woman's face but he could see her boyfriend had a tired look on his face.

"Angelina, come on. It's not everyday we get to spend time together. "

"This is not my idea of a good time together, Monroe. Amongst these- you know what I mean!"

Nick didn't bother to keep listening to their argument and focuses on Juliette who happily showed of their room key to him, which he replied with a smile and dragged their suitcase to their suite.

This 1 week was supposed to be focused on Nick and Juliette, no work was supposed to come between them. That is until the next morning one of the visitors had been murdered and her daughter went missing. As a detective, Nick couldn't ignore this, especially when the Mother's corpse was displayed right in front of the breakfast hall where all the visitor will eventually come when its breakfast time.

Everyone gathered to look in shock at the corpse. Nick pulled out his badge and asked everyone to disturb the crime scene. He told the employee to call the police and he observed the corpse, she was a woman in her 30s, with brown hair and she was wearing a red dress when she died and her wounds looked like a beast had mauled her to death.

The moment Nick looked up his eyes landed on the man he saw yesterday bickering with his girlfriend suddenly shifted into something inhuman for a split second and when he realised it he ran away.

"Wait!" Nick ran to catch up to the man who ran but he was too fast. Nick chose to instead ask the receptionist about the man's room, and the employee reluctantly shared the classified information after she saw Nick's badge.

Nick broke down the door and saw the man stuffing his bag with his clothes. He tackled the man who was about to run. Once again he saw the other shift into a wolf like being and they fought with each other.

"You killed her didn't you!? What are you!?" Nick pinned the man or should he say, the beast down into the ground.

"FUCK! I didn't." The pinned man switched their position and pinned Nick to the ground instead. "I'm going to kill you, Grimm!"

Nick broke hold of the beast's grip and kept his distance, "You didn't huh? But you didn't seem to mind trying to kill me."

"You tried to kill me first!"

"I was trying in incapacitate you."

"That's supposed to be better!?" The man groaned in frustration.

"I'm a detective, you're the suspect"

Another groan came from the taller man, "A Grimm and a cop? Is that supposed to be legal?"

"I'm not a Grimm, I don't even know what that is!" Nick answered, exasperated.

"You don't— You've got to be joking. I can smell your Grimmness from all the way here, you can't fool a Blutbat's nose. Fuck, I should've gone back with Angelina instead."

Nick couldn't understand a single thing the other was saying but based on the other's reaction he seemed to be innocent. "Look, I'm sorry for– everything. I thought– I've been seeing... things recently. People's faces shifting into monsters and when I saw you shift—"

"Woge." The man corrected.

"—Woge? Or whatever it was. I thought you were the thing that killed that poor woman." Nick felt somewhat remorseful with his rash decision, he didn't think that he could have been mistaken with his suspicion. "I'm sorry-"

"Monroe." The taller man answered. "Apology accepted or whatever. Not that you're not gonna kill me, get out so I can pack."

"Wait!" Nick once again tackled Monroe making the two fall to the ground.

"Would you stop doing that! What do you want!?" Monroe looked at the Grimm on top of him angrily.

Nick earnestly look at Monroe straight in the face, "I need you to... help me. I'm not familiar with these type of things and to solve this case I need to know about these creatures. You're the only one that could help me."

"Me? A Blutbad helping a baby Grimm hunt other Wesen and being his Grimmopedia? No, I'd rather we go home."

"Please? Plus you can't really go home, you're a suspect after all." Nick was pushing his luck with that last sentence, logically he really have no basis to suspect Monroe other than his eyes saw the man woge, don't think it will look too well with his coworkers.

In the end Nick managed to persuade Monroe into helping him albeit more forcefully that he would have liked but at least he managed to snag a partner and a knowledgeable one. They have less than one week to solve the case and almost a week of Nick pestering Monroe and dragging him to sniff out anyone suspicious.

________________

After the 3rd day of investigating and still no leads, Nick who was too busy trying to track down the Wesen responsible forgot about Juliette which resulted in a fight between the two. So Nick is now chugging down whiskey like water at the bar to calm himself down.

"Woah. What happened to get you so deep in the dumps?" Monroe who was allegedly forced to come after Nick's phone call, sat beside the Grimm and ordered his drink.

"Juliette... we fought." Nick chugs down the whiskey and ordered a new one. "I brought us here as an apology for not being around much these past few months. I promised her that this whole week would just be the two of us, no work, no distractions just me and Juliette making up for lost time. Shit, I messed up didn't I?"

Nick was just about to chug down another glass when Monroe covered the opening of the glass preventing Nick from drinking anymore. "Dude, How much did you even drink before I came?"

Nick drunkenly counted with his fingers before giving up and laid his head down on the counter. Monroe sighs when the bartender told the both of them to leave, with Nick being drunk and barely even functional to go back to his room, Monroe grumbly decides to bring the Grimm back to his room, he's been sleeping alone since the fist day Angelina went back by herself.

Monroe opened his couple's suite and laid Nick down on the bed. "Why am I even helping him?" It was a question Monroe asked everyday ever since the first time Nick showed up again and again asking him for help.

He wondered, was it because he was lonely? But he already had Angelina, although she disapproved of him being a Weider Blutbad, she agreed to see him once in a while, although most of the time she kept trying to drag Monroe back into the man he once were.

Nick, he came to his life unannounced like a huge wave, he crashed into the Blutbad's life and changed the direction of his sail making him question what he wants in his life.

Nick sleepily opens his eyes. Monroe who snapped out of his trace realised he had been staring at the Grimm's face the whole time, looked away in embarrassment, his cheek tinted scarlet.

"Hey." Nick smiled at the blushing Monroe. "Come here."

Monroe rolled his eyes and came closer, standing by the side of the bed. "What is it?"

Nick lunged upwards, arms behind Monroe's neck pushing the Blutbad closer and crashed their lips together.

Monroe was caught off guard with the Grimm's action and tries to push the other off but it resulted in Nick pushing his head down harder and Monroe once again greeted by the strong taste of whiskey.

He could forcetfully push the Grimm away, being a Blutbad and all, but something inside him didn't want to hurt Nick, didn't want to push him away. The Blutbad inside him who had been suppressed so long by his Weider lifestyle roared in glee and hunger, hunger for the man under him who is currently trying to eat him beginning from the mouth.

The hunger was far more intense than what he had with Angelina. What he felt when they became intimate was the desire to do his duty as a male, to satisfy, to continue the bloodline. But with Nick, he could feel himself wanting more.

He wants to own the Grimm, mark him as Monroe's, he brought out the feral side in him that Angelina had been trying so hard to pull and Nick simply had to kiss him to make himself lose control.

Monroe used his fangs to nip the other's lips, making his fangs itching for more surface to sink itself into. He used the last strand of sanity he had to pull himself back, "Nick, don't. You have no idea what—"

"Monroe..." Nick whispered the Blutbad's name with his face looking debauched, his eyes glisten with fresh tears and his lips swollen red, there was even fresh bruises in places where Monroe's fangs had came in contact with.

Something snapped inside him and Monroe lunged forward capturing Nick's lips with his own, the Blutbad inside him whispering in his ears to dominate the Grimm, to take him, to mark him, filling him to the brim until he gets pregnant with Monroe's litters.

"Shit. What are you doing to me, Nick?" Monroe said in between kisses and he slid down to the other's neck, leaving bruises that will probably stay for days. "Fuck. Get a hold of yourself Monroe." He said to himself.

What came out of his mouth doesn't synchronize with his actions as he rutted against the Grimm making the other let out whimpers and groans that went straight to his dick.

Monroe finally lost himself and his instinct has taken over.

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Nick woke up with a severe hangover and sores from all over his body. His eyes widen at the sight of bruises everywhere and the feeling of something leaking out of his ass. He looked to the side to see Monroe sleeping peacefully and naked.

The Grimm punched Monroe in the face and the Blutbad woke up with a pain in his cheek. "What the fuck!?"

"That's what I'm supposed to say! What the fuck did you do, Monroe!?" Nick tries to shift his body but it resulted in dull aches radiating from his lower half.

"I know this looks bad. But in my defense you did start this whole thing."

"MONROE!"

"I'm telling the truth! We got kicked out of the bar because a certain someone got piss drunk and I had to bring him to my room and then that same drunkard pulled me down for a make out session. Which you were really persistent, I tried my best to push you away but it's like you're a magnet." Monroe looked away and added, "But I did got out of control after the kiss, sorry. It doesn't usually happen."

Dread filled Nick's entire being as fragments of what happened last night appeared in his mind. Monroe was telling the truth. He had started it. He cheated on Juliette.

"What have I done?"

Seeing Nick distressed made Monroe want to come over and soothe the Grimm, hug him and pepper him with kisses until he calms down. Monroe slapped himself when his sanity came back.

Why did he want to treat Nick like his mate? He already has Angelina. Well the both of them aren't exactly mates, Angelina didn't want them to be mates yet with Monroe still insisting on being a Weider Blutbad, they were more like... friends with benefits to put it bluntly.

He could sense the anxiety radiating out of Nick and Monroe picked up the bottled water he put on the nightstand and gave it to Nick. "You must be thirsty."

Nick accepted the water and drank them until it was half empty. Monroe watched intensely as his throat bobbed up and down, then looked elsewhere when he was done.

"I think I should go. I-uh... sorry Monroe." Nick fought the pain and tries to get out of bed only to lose the strength of his legs.

Monroe catches the falling Grimm and pulled him in into his chest. "You can't go out like this. I'll get you to the tub so you can wash up, I won't o anything else, promise."

The Grimm agreed and let himself be carried bridal style by the Blutbad.

Nick should've refused. He shouldn't indulge in Monroe's aftercare. He already betrayed Juliette he shouldn't take this betrayal further. But he couldn't. Deep inside him he knew he wanted Monroe and he shouldn't. He just hopes the situation wouldn't escalate further.

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A/n: Spoiler allert! It does!!!

I didn't expect this to be this long, I thought I was only writing a prompt. But it escalated... I thought I was writing misunderstandings but all of a sudden it became.... infidelity.... I wrote this while feeling sleepy... sorry.

[hexpea]

Ch. 2 - A Mother's Mission

You weren't born with any abilities, but your father was, now, a former sorcerer. The career choice nearly led to his death many times and put a strain on your family's relationship, but now it was going to lead you into your new life where you could properly care for your daughter.

Your mother had sent you the information for the caregiver position. It was just as she had said it was. The child, who you learned was named Megumi and carried their mother's surname of Fushiguro, was potentially born with the Ten Shadows technique, one of the most valuable techniques within the Zenin clan. The baby's mother did, in fact, die in childbirth and with his father excommunicated from the clan from his record of violence he was restricted from seeing his child. Because of all of this mess, the Zenin family needed a designated caregiver. And that caregiver would be handsomely compensated for doing so.

The only downside to the position was that it was for a live-in caregiver. Despite the fact that you'd have to leave Tsumiki behind, you figured that with the compensation from the gig, you could save up enough to establish yourself and prepare for the legal fees that came with obtaining full custody. You were at least grateful that your husband wasn't an overly violent man, that the situation you had faced was one-off, you knew Tsumiki would be safe for the time being. It was all for her benefit, you had to remind yourself. You would get your justice.

You spent the rest of your week packing a few bags of most of your things. Masaru primarily gave you the silent treatment while you prepared. You figured his mind was elsewhere anyways, your absence something beneficial for him. It hurt to think about, but you tried your best to convince yourself that you couldn't care less. 

When the day for you to leave finally came, you shared a heartfelt, tear-filled goodbye with Tsumiki. She was all giggles and smiles in her father's arms, she had no idea what was going on. You kept her smile in your mind as you departed for the train station with your two overly-stuffed suitcases. 

When you arrived at the Zenin estate, located on the other side of Tokyo's countryside, your bags were taken by two attendants while a third led you toward the main hall. Your heart began to pound with nerves, already knowing the type of man Naobito could be. 

The attendant leading you to the main hall opened the large screen door. There in front of you sat Naobito Zenin, the head of the clan, on a zabuton with his brother you knew as Ougi and a third, bulky and hairy looking man standing on either side of him. You immediately bowed once you were presented in front of them, trying your best to put on a respectful façade. 

"Welcome," Naobito's aged voice cracked out almost sinisterly. "You must be the one here for the caregiver position," he maintained serious eye contact. It almost made you want to dart out from the room, but, instead, you gently nodded. "Very well," he took in a deep breath with a small, crooked smile. "I am Naobito Zenin, current head of this clan," he introduced, "and this is my brother Ougi and my nephew Jinichi," he motioned to each of the men respectively. You gave another light bow to each as they stood with a sense of big-headed pride. "Let's begin the interview, shall we?" 

The questions began like rapid fire. They kept you on your toes, but you managed to sweep each one. You had to hide your own sense of pride in parenting knowledge. They also asked you about your past and associations within the jujutsu community. Those made you more nervous than the questions regarding job duties, even with nothing to hide! You'd be lying if you said you weren't sweating thanks to Naobito's short-temperament and heavy skepticism. He obviously wanted someone completely neutral with very little attachment to any of the major clans. The less you knew, the better. 

Naobito suddenly paused as the primary questions came to a close. He looked up at you seriously for a moment and then back down at the pages in his lap. "And you have a child of your own, do you not?" He held the pages of your information far from his face, attempting to read through a poor set of reader glasses as if he couldn't afford better ones. 

"I do," you answered simply, standing as straight as you could with a low hanging, humble head. "She is currently living with her father."

"I see," he twiddled the hair of his thin, straight mustache between his fingers. "So you do have hands-on experience?" You kept silent, knowing that this wasn't necessarily a question. "Then we shouldn't have a problem keeping you in our company to care for Megumi."

Your heart jumped for joy as you contained your excitement. Step one of getting on the right track was accomplished! 

"The baby is only three months old," Naobito explained with a hint of exasperation in his voice. "He is a quiet child to my understanding from the current attendants who have been caring for him." 

A boy?! You thought for sure the baby was a girl from their namesake. You tried to shrug off your confusion as Naobito continued explaining. 

"The primary threat to the boy's health would be his own father and my other nephew, Jinichi's brother, Toji, who now goes by the surname Fushiguro. It is his deceased wife's name and also the surname of Megumi," Naobito sounded almost irritated with this, as if he'd lost a battle he didn't sign up for.

As he spoke, he held up a head shot of Toji and kept a serious look on his face. The man in the photo looked absolutely sinister and cold, a dark figure with a scar along his lips. The gaze of the photo was so ice cold you swore you could feel it. "If you catch any glimpse of this man, you are to tell an attendant or one of the clan immediately. We will try to keep an extra attendant with you at all times, however, there will come times where you will be alone. If anything happens to the child, there will be consequences. That is, if Toji doesn't just take care of you himself," he smirked knowingly. Your mouth went dry with nerves as Naobito concluded. You were too far in to back out at that point.

They weren't giving you much of a choice, and you had very little knowledge in self-defense – as if that could help you against a man like that. And the Zenin clan was known to make people...disappear. But you had to go through with it, there were no other options. Saying this became your mantra, your way to push through an already cruel world. You gathered up as much bravery as you could. 

"You will be caring for Megumi at all times. If, at any time, you need to be away from him you are to establish a line of communication and ensure he is in the care of an attendant." He read the rules as if they were a verbal contract, his voice strict and unwavering.  "You should not be away from Megumi for longer than five hours per week. If you are, you will be subject to termination," he drew out that last word as if it were some kind of threat. "But I can assure you, you will be heavily compensated for your time should your work be of quality," he grinned in what could almost be described as an malevolent kind of way, as if he knew what he was asking for was unreasonable. "Do you accept these terms?"

You paused for a single moment, backtracking your thoughts, thinking if there were any other solutions. You couldn't find any. "I accept," you bowed deeply and humbly. 

"Wonderful," the man's smile continued as he motioned for a few attendants. They came forward and gave a small bow to you, keeping their heads low in the presence of the Zenin leader.

"Please, miss, come with us. We will give you a tour of the grounds and introduce you to Master Fushiguro," the attendant in the middle smiled cheerfully and motioned you to follow. You did as you were told with no second thoughts.

The Zenin property was much more vast than you had imagined, and were told. The main building itself, though large, was only a portion of the complete property. Most of the extended Zenin family members lived in smaller, still sizable homes on the property with the main building obviously housing the family head and his close relatives.

The final part of your extensive tour of the grounds was the final wing in the main building, what would be considered baby Megumi's place of living. Though an influential little one, it seemed as though Naobito had ostracized him to the farthest part of the building, a small corner with just his nursery, a restroom, and two attendants' chambers – one of them to be yours. 

Based on your experience of familial trauma, Megumi's forced distance was likely due to his father's behavior and banishment. That kind of trauma was unfortunately something you and the boy had in common; things always hadn't been smooth sailing between you and your parents, especially in this line of work. Perhaps having a similar experience would make raising him a bit easier. Time could only tell, but hopefully not too much time. 

You and the attendants giving your tour rounded the final corner to where Megumi's room was. Your heart fluttered with bittersweet excitement. You missed your own little one so incredibly much, hoping with all of your might that her father was keeping her safe and caring for her properly. But being around another little one to do a job that you felt born to do gave you at least an ounce of happiness back. 

"Hello, ma'am," a young, female attendant smiled from the armchair she sat in. A baby with thick, pitch black hair that darted in all directions, almost as if he had bedhead, was cradled quietly in her arms. "This is Megumi," she introduced, carefully coming to a stand. Megumi seemed pleasantly satisfied sucking on the ear of a small, stuffed elephant he carried. 

You were nearly too stunned to speak as she brought him closer to you. You choked back a stray tear or two as she gently placed him in your arms. Right away, he made you think of Tsumiki at that age: the chubby, little cheeks and bright, wandering eyes. You gave a small smile and whispered, "hello, sweet boy." 

[gravityfallsrewritten]

Chapter 15: Exchanging Bosses and Bodies

Summerween had passed exactly two weeks before. Things had moved slowly but steadily. Nothing significant had occurred. Stan kept working for the Shack, while Y/n was trapped in the portal room every evening until morning. No one questioned her erratic sleeping schedule, though Y/n appreciated it when Mabel made a plan and informed her ahead of time so she could adjust her time frame.

One morning, Stan was watching his favorite show with the kids, 'Cash Wheel' with his niece and nephew until Soos came and announced that they had a bus full of tourists coming in from different places. Stan made sure that the prices of each merchandise were tripled– no, quadrupled.

He even used Dipper as an attraction, having him dress in a wolf costume, who dances when people throw money at him. Mabel attempted to give one bumper sticker on the house until Stan chastised her for giving away something for free. Mabel told him to use his please and thank you, but Stan argued back that those words never earned him money.

The rest of the day, the employees of the Mystery Shack were ordered to paint the whole sign with pink glitter to attract more tourists before Stan went outside and saw Y/n by the vending machine.

"Oh, my- I thought you were someone else." Y/n jumped as she heard him by the door. She had just exited through the fake door and if someone saw her come out, their whole cover would be blown.

Stan rolled his eyes. "You're lucky the tourists were down at the museum or else you would have ruined everything. Now give me a Pitt Cola."

"Of course I peeked first before coming out. You think I'm an idiot?" Y/n elbowed the glass and the machine automatically spat out two cans of sodas. She took the two, tossed one to Stan, and they opened it at the same time.

Meanwhile, the four people standing on the roof in filthy clothes were now complaining about Stan being the worst boss ever. Soos also shared his own experience with Stan disagreeing with his idea of having a Mystery Shack mascot, which Mabel thought was where Stan crossed the line.

Stan entered after saying his goodbyes to the customers on his porch. When Mabel appeared behind him, he almost dropped the jar full of money. She followed him to his office, complaining that he had gone too far this time. "Did you seriously tell Soos not to follow his hopes and dreams because he 'couldn't handle it'?!"

The older man explained his way of bossing then around but Mabel was just not having it. "No way! I bet you'd make way more money being nice than being a big grumpy grump to everyone all the time!"

He was unimpressed all the same. "Ha! You think you know more about business than I do? You think you could wear this hat?"

Mabel accepted the challenge with glee, proclaiming that she can turn the situation around. Stan mocked her once more, claiming that he could make more money on vacation than Mabel could running the place.

"Then why don't you go on a vacation?"

Her proposition made him raise an eyebrow in interest. He rubbed his chin, thinking of a deal as he is a wagering man. "3 days. 72 hours. You run the Shack, and I'll go on vacation. If you make more money than me, then I guess it means you're right about the way I run my business."

Mabel stayed silent, contemplating his words.

"But if you lose, you- uh..." He picked up a random, dirty shirt from the floor and wrote 'LOSER' in marker. "You gotta wear this LOSER shirt all summer!"

She stared at the shirt in horror, imagining herself in the horrendous shirt, but she's not putting down a fight. "Fine! But if I win, I get to be the boss for the rest of the summer! Plus, you have to sing an apologizing song with lyrics by me! Mabel."

They had themselves a deal.

Stan changed his clothes before packing his belongings. He stuffed his suitcases into the trunk of his car. After closing it, he turned to face his niece. "See you in 72 hours! We'll see who makes more money." He entered his car, but before closing it, he threw his fez, which landed on Mabel's head.

But before he drove away, he returned his gaze to her. "Oh, and don't ask Y/n for help." He was gone before Mabel knew it.

An hour passed when Dipper knocked on Y/n's bedroom door. "Y/n? You there?"

She opened the door after a moment. "What's wrong?"

He shrugged. "Nothing's wrong, it's just that Mabel is calling us from Stan's office,"

"Why would she be–"

"She made a bet with Stan that she runs the Shack for 3 days while Stan is on vacation."

Y/n paused, averting her gaze. Stan? Outside? It was the first time he had been away from the Shack in 30 years. He deserved it because he's been working so hard. "Hm."

"So, are you coming?"

"Alright," she replied, "just give me a moment."

Dipper stood outside the closed door. He'd never been inside her room before and was curious about what it looked like. He never got a good look because the door was always shut.

Y/n walked out again after a full minute. "Okay, let's go."

On the way to Stan's office, they met Soos and Wendy who apparently were also called to meet 'Stan' but when they opened the door and stared at the large office chair, the old man was replaced by a young girl wearing an oversized suit with glasses.

Mabel had already sent a message to Stan that she has a different approach to business, as Y/n could tell. She has no idea how this will go, despite the numerous motivational posters hung on the wall and stickers attached to every tool.

The young boss informed everyone that Stan had gone on vacation and that they had made a bet that she would be the Mystery Shack's temporary show-runner.

So far, Mabel's shower of compliments and positive outlook have stood in stark contrast to Stan's nagging and demanding demeanor, which makes Y/n concerned. She's been in the Mystery Shack business for decades and is well-versed in its operations. She knew how to win over customers and how to attract tourists. She just hoped Mabel's temporary job wouldn't be too stressful.

All previous working conditions have been transformed into a relaxed, yet cooperative environment. Wendy's request to have friends at work was granted, Mabel had Soos' dream costume ready, and Dipper was dispatched to capture the next Shack's attraction.

Naturally, the boy was ecstatic, eager to discover anything that might exist in the journal. Y/n stood there watching as he practically jumped out the window.

"As for you, Y/n..." she heard Mabel say. She turned to the glasses-wearing tween. "How would you like to change the way you move around this establishment?"

Y/n didn't have an answer she could give to Mabel considering Stan really didn't give her a heavy load of work, but she didn't want to look like she wasn't interested with Mabel's changes around the Shack. "Well, if you want, Mabel, I can be your assistant around here. You know, in case things get hectic."

It was a sincere offer. With Stan gone, it was up to Y/n to take care of the Shack. She was a little concerned, but she knew they could handle it. What possibly could go wrong?

To put it mildly, the first 12 hours have been... okay. Mabel was wholeheartedly attempting to be a better boss, but nothing is truly better than before. The tour, led by Mabel and Y/n, was pleasant, and the tourists were satisfied, pouring money into the large jar.

Y/n smiled at Mabel's excited grin when she looked inside the jar filled with dollar bills.

"Guys! I caught something!" Dipper called as he arrived, pulling a large sack behind him. The creature inside was still thrashing around, groaning. "This is gonna blow those tourists away!" He laughed shakily as he couldn't contain his excitement, but it was cut short when the sack suddenly leaped and captured Dipper's arm with its mouth.

Dipper screamed, punching it repeatedly and it let go.

After praising his brother and giving a motivational speech to Soos who felt very unsure about the Questiony the Question Mark mascot, Mabel and Y/n walked inside the Shack and decided to check on the redhead.

"How's my favorite Wendy!" Mabel greeted cheerily but she was greeted back by a trashed gift shop.

Y/n felt frustrated, seeing the broken up merchandise and garbage lying everywhere as Wendy just stood there, doing nothing.

Lee and Nate were playing around with a shriveled goblin skull until the latter had the last kick that was unknowingly aimed at an innocent kid, hitting him directly into his face.

The kid cried aloud, sobbing as his mother frantically ran to him. "Billy, your face! It's ruined!"

Mabel dashed towards the woman while Y/n marched up to Wendy's friends, unafraid.

Unfortunately, they all - except for Wendy - got up and left without receiving much as a bicker from Y/n. She rolled her eyes, beginning to pick up the garbage and placing them on a nearby trash can.

The boss approached Wendy after handling the customer. "Wendy, you got a lot of cleaning up to do. Please?"

"Whoa," Wendy said, "all this rule stuff is starting to make you sound like Stan..."

Y/n stared at the older teen as she couldn't believe the incredulity of Wendy's dupe to make Mabel think that she's becoming like Stan, when she was completely aware that Mabel didn't ever want to be compared to the old man.

"What? No! I'm nothing like Stan!" Mabel hurriedly denied. "In fact, take the rest of the day off...?"

Wendy paused. "With full pay?"

Mabel didn't even hesitate, chuckling nervously. "Of course!"

The redhead gave her a thumbs up before sprinting out the door. Maybe this was her way of getting out of work, but she still took advantage of Mabel and that didn't sit right with Y/n. She shook her head as she felt that her respect for Wendy had decreased significantly.

Mabel was unnerving, even seemingly proud of herself for being such a nice boss. Y/n shook her head slightly. Oh, Mabel...

Dipper finally got the monster he captured inside the cage after nearly being killed. It was now time to show the creature to the two unsuspecting tourists. "Behold, part gremlin, part goblin..." he unveiled the cover, revealing the thrashing monster inside. "The Gremloblin!"

It was shaking the bars, groaning as spit flew everywhere. Alas, even when it spit out a real human skeleton arm, the couple easily dismissed the display as fake, referring to the body hair as strings.

Dipper tried to convince them, but they were more entertained with the other creatures. "Look at this, dear! The 'Six Pack O' Lope!'"

The man chuckled. "Wordplay!"

"No, everything else here is fake!" He pulled the two of them back to the caged monster. "This is a real paranormal beast! Hey! Fun fact about this little guy; if you look into its eyes, you can see your worst nightmare."

And looked into its eyes they did. It was also a fun little fact when its eyes glowed yellow and rendered the couple speechless. It was also quite hilarious when Dipper had to call for the ambulance because they were now permanently scarred, quivering and stammering.

"Thanks again for visiting!" Dipper bid the vehicle away, trying to appear optimistic but quickly abandoning the act when the ambulance was far away.

Mabel, on the other hand, was having a particularly bad day. She was feverishly running around the gift shop, assisting customers with everything. She was frantic as she helped the customers with everything they needed, completely unaware that she was messing things up.

Slumping on the back of the counter, she let out an exhausted sigh. Dipper plopped on the ground next to her. "Welp, I just made two people go insane. How about you?"

"I'm so tired," Mabel breathed, "I gave Wendy the day off so I had to do her job."

"Where's Y/n?"

"She wanted to excuse herself. I figured she was tired, so I let her take some rest..." the girl replied.

Dipper turned to her. "Well, maybe you need to start being a little bit tougher around here. And we need Y//n's help, why are you letting her slack off, too?"

"Being tougher is what Stan would do! No way!" Mabel immediately rejected, "And you know what he said before he left; do not ask Y/n for help."

"But we need all the help we can get!" Dipper argued. "I'm sure Stan didn't mean anything."

The other twin shrugged. "Let's just give her some space, maybe she really needed it. Meanwhile, I just need to think positive, be friendly, and everything will work out fine-""

Suddenly, a roar rang throughout the gift shop and the Gremloblin burst through the wall. Tourists screamed and ran out of the Shack as Mabel and Dipper hid behind the counter.

"What?!" Dipper exclaimed. "How did he get out of his locked cage?"

Mabel was guiltily fiddling with the sleeves of her sweater. "Well... I wanted to give him a 5-minute break so I taped the key on his cage! No big deal..."

"YOU GAVE HIM A BREAK?!"

"He's an employee...! Sort of..." she tried to reason.

He face-palmed, trying to devise a plan. "We gotta round him up. Where's Soos?"

"He was stressed out, so I told him to take a soothing nature walk," Mabel replied.

"Okay, we gotta call for Y/n, then."

"No! But what if she's asleep?"

Dipper's hands were shaking. "She should be awake from the noises right now! I need to go get her!"

The two managed to run out from the counter where the Gremloblin was near. They went through the Employees' Only door next to the broken up wall.

Before they could dash off, Y/n was running out from the hall. "Oh, my– what the heck happened?!"

"Y/n! Shush!" Dipper hissed, pulling her closer to them. They managed to evade the monster's sights. He tried to explain as quickly as possible. "Don't freak out. It was supposed to be a display for the museum, but Mabel accidentally let it out-"

"You captured a Gremloblin?!" Y/n exclaimed in whispers. "How did you even-"

"It doesn't matter," he quickly moved past it, despite being aware of the enraged look in her eyes. "We need to find a way to make it leave."

Mabel, having gotten a quick peek from the door, was pacing. "What do we do? He's awarding himself stickers that he didn't even earn!"

Y/n stared at the ground, knowing exactly what to do with the monster in order to sedate it. She recalled the first time they had an encounter with the Gremloblin, how F was there and that she and Ford saved him... Stupidly, Ford thought that in order to keep it calm, it needed-

"...'water'...'" Dipper was reading from the journal. Y/n's eyes widened when she saw that Mabel wasn't with them, only to be found outside with a glass of water in front of the Gremloblin. Oh, crap. She had to do a flashback that lasted for a whole minute.

"No, don't-!" Y/n tried to stop Mabel, but she already tossed the liquid onto the creature just as Dipper turned to the next page in the journal.

"... 'only as a last resort as water will make him much much scarier'! AH!" He closed the book in a panic. "Who writes sentences like that?!"

Apparently the author. Y/n scoffed internally.

Mabel managed to run away as the Gremloblin transformed into a scarier version of him.

Y/n glanced at the monster, trying to find a way to get on its back and sending a blow on its neck. She needed a distraction, but how?

The Gremloblin spent its hours playing with the knickknacks of the shop, including the Singing Salmon, which it has been pressing for hours now.

"Ugh, why doesn't he just leave?" Mabel said, exasperated.

All of a sudden, the monster seemed to be hungry, catching a whiff of the green dollar bills tucked inside the jar. It sat up and reached for the container, pouring the cash into its mouth.

"Our profits!" Mabel cried, not hesitating to run towards the beast.

"Mabel!" Y/n and Dipper shouted in unison.

"Stop, stop!" Mabel yelled as she flailed her arms, getting the attention of the Gremloblin. The monster grabbed her and lifted her up to its face.

Y/n cupped her hands on the side of her lips. "Mabel, whatever you do, don't look into his eye!"

"It's evil, Mabel!" Dipper shouted too. "You'll see your worst nightmare!"

Mabel was persistent, thrashing around in its grip. "I wish we had an evil eye to show him!" She said to the monster, unfortunately looking into its eyes. "Oh no!" Her eyes glowed yellow, and that made Y/n go forward and to the side of the monster, climbing up the logged walls of the gift shop until she reached a high shelf.

Dipper also had a plan of his own, having thought of the most logical way to beat a creature who has a pair of evil eyes. "Hey, monster!" he called, getting a random mirror off the ground. "Take a look at this!" He showed the reflective glass and it was sent to its own nightmares, making it drop Mabel.

Before the monster could thrash around more, though, it went unconscious when Y/n bashed something hard on the back of its neck. It was probably a stone golem version of Stan as a merchandise.

"Woah!" Dipper exclaimed as the Gremloblin crashed to the ground. "Y/n, that was... amazing! How did you know that?"

Y/n got off of the beast's back. "My mom made me do judo last summer," she quickly came up with an excuse, "and one of the lessons they taught me were pressure points."

"Well, good job, because then the Gremloblin wouldn't have dealt more damage to the Shack."

Suddenly, the Gremloblin woke up with a start, began running in circles before running towards the wall and flying away, but not before breaking off the tall totem pole and setting off a car alarm.

"Oh, boy." Dipper breathed.

"Guys! It's the third day!" Mabel said frantically. "We've only got 7 hours to earn back our profits, or I've got to wear that loser shirt all summer!"

Right at the hole where the monster just burst out of were Wendy and Soos. "Hey, guys!" The redhead greeted the three. "Am I nuts, or does this place look different?"

"Wendy, Soos! Am I glad to see you," Mabel exclaimed in relief. "We've got a lot of work to do, but if we hurry, we can still beat Stan!"

Wendy sheepishly rubbed the top of her hat. "Uh, yeah. I've got a little headache, so maybe I should, like, not work today."

"And I actually just met this pack of wolves, and I think they're gonna, like, raise me as one of their own, so I should really be at the den right now..." Soos followed with his own reason why he shouldn't work today.

"But-but..." Mabel helplessly stuttered, wearing a huge frown.

"But, hey, we'll see ya on Monday." Wendy and Soos didn't even notice Mabel's change in mood as they both walked away.

"Um, guys?" Y/n tried to butt in and explain that they would really need their help. I mean, did they even see the look of the Shack? How insensitive.

Mabel was twitching angrily, holding her purple pen so tightly that it broke in her hand. "ENOUGH!" Her scream was through the roof, stopping both Soos and Wendy from leaving. Dipper and Y/n gasped at her sudden change in tone. She walked to the back of the counter. "I have HAD IT! I fought a monster to save this business, and this is how you repay me?! I'm gonna get an ulcer from your lollygagging!"

Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Lollygagging?"

Soos followed. "Ulcer? You're acting... different."

"You shut your yaps!| Mabel shouted back, making the two gasp. "I've been doing everyone's job while you bums have been bleeding me dry!"

"B-but, I-"

"No buts except yours on the floor cleaning! Now quit loafing and get to work!"

"Yes, Mabel."

Mabel narrowed her eyes. "That's yes, BOSS!" She slammed her hand against the counter, making Stan's fez fall and land on her head. She looked in the nearby mirror and gasped when she saw who she looked like. "Dipper, what have I become?" She wondered aloud.

Dipper appeared beside her and laid a comforting pat on her back. "What you had to, Mabel. What you had to." He nodded.

"We've got 7 hours to turn this around!" She stood on the counter, holding up the money jar. "Let's go, people!"

And they were off to work. Soos had to contact a construction worker with an excavator to fix the totem pole. Wendy was sweeping the floors while Y/n was fixing the broken walls of the gift shop.

Mabel was yelling on the megaphone, still wearing the red fez. "Time is money, hard hat! You got complaints, file them with the complaint department!" She shouted, holding up a trash can. "Ugh, my back." She stretched with a groan.

Then, a tour bus pulled up on the yard, making Mabel yell angrily at her megaphone once more. "Dipper, we've got tourists at 9 o'clock!"

Dipper was in front of her. "But what do I show them? Real magic just freaks people out."

"Figure something out, knucklehead!"

After thinking of numerous ideas, he eventually came up with one. "Soos, c'mere!"

The two quickly came up with the idea of having Soos as one of the attractions, naming him 'The Horrible Giant Question Baby,' with Dipper even dressing up like a mini Mystery Man. Of course, the people were sold, pouring their money into the photographs and the gift shop. Concerning the shop, it was fortunate that it was repaired quickly and that Y/n knew where the other stocks of merchandise were hidden so that they could sell it.

Dipper waved goodbye to the tourists, who were all holding their own Mystery boxes. "We put the 'fun' in 'No Refunds'!" He walked back inside the Shack. "How'd we do?"

Mabel pridefully lifted the container. "We filled the whole jar!"

Everyone in the room cheered and hollered. Guess they had the chance to defeat Stan after all.

Y/n wasn't all that enthusiastic even after the results of today. All that jarful of money would all just go away once they calculated the expenses, then the damages...

Dipper brought out the printing calculator and began counting the bills. She pulled out the amount of cash they needed for the repairs as he was inputting the numbers into the device. They worked flawlessly, whilst the rest of the three watched. "Minus the money to replace all the furniture, supplies to fix the Shack. That leaves us..."

Mabel glanced at the lone buck sitting on the bottom of the jar. "One dollar..." she frowned.

The door was slammed open as Stan walked in with his suitcase and a digital clock that read 00:00. "Tick-tock! Time's up, kids!"

"Oh, no!"

Stan strode to the five of them by the counter. "Nice to see you learned how to dress while I was gone." He said, pointing at Dipper's Mystery Man outfit.

The boy glared at him in reply as Mabel asked, "How much did you beat us by?"

"I won three hundred thousand dollars!" The older man exclaimed. The twins gasped, while Y/n was looking around him for the money or the large check but it was nowhere to be found. Did he leave it in his car? "And then..." he trailed off, telling the story of how he had gotten to the final part of the game where he just needed to guess one more word.

Rich, the host of the show, had said the hint for the final word, "What is the six-letter word you use to ask for something politely? For example, 'May I blank have that'?" Stan had answered wrong the first time, and even when he was given another chance, he was unsurprisingly incorrect again because the word was-

"Please!" Mabel pointed at the sticker with a huge grin on her face, her braces shining.

Stan frowned in defeat. "Apparently that word can make you money."

Y/n couldn't help it. She burst out in laughter. The older man narrowed his eyes on her. "Really rubbing it in, Y/n," he grumbled.

Her laughter dissipated just as Dipper spoke. "So, wait. If you lost everything, then that means... Mabel, you won!" He turned to his sister.

They were overjoyed, but when Stan explained that part of their bet included Mabel becoming the new boss, everyone objected. Stan was perplexed, but Mabel admitted that trying to be boss was difficult. She handed him his fez, which she had been wearing for the entire afternoon. Her grunkle reapplied the hat as he drew the twins in for an embrace. "It's nice to be back, you know?" The three of them smiled.

"Okay, okay, that's enough, get off-a me!" Stan said, playfully pushing the twins away from him. He then turned to his other two employees with a calm smile, holding his hand together. "And Soos, Wendy... get to work!" He cleared his throat. "...please. Ugh, still hurts."

Y/n sighed and rolled her eyes. Stan had good intentions, he truly does, and he has such a kind heart. He just doesn't know how to express his feelings, though he does so through actions.

"Mabel, didn't your agreement say something about Stan having to do some kind of apology dance if he lost?" Dipper spoke after a moment.

Stan became hysterical. "N-no. No, it didn't!"

Mabel nodded with a malicious grin. "Actually, yeah, I think I have it in my notes here."

"No! That never happened!"

Wendy, having overheard the entire conversation, popped in with a laugh. "I'll get the camera!"

"Alright, let me just..." Stan dashed away from the three as far as he could. But he couldn't run away forever.

***

To say the least, the next few days have been eventful. Y/n had fallen back into the bottomless pit after Stan insisted on getting rid of his Mystery Shack suggestion papers despite the strong wind and storm that was approaching. She was now strung along with the twins and Soos, who attempted to save Stan, and they ended up telling stories for twenty one minutes.

The last time she was in the pit was with Ford and it was... an experience. She spent her minutes constantly thinking about her mentor and the feeling of knowing more about him. He tried to tell jokes, and each one was funny (she loved bad jokes), and she'd gotten to know more about him and his life before Gravity Falls.

They told stories with Stan, Dipper, Mabel, and Soos that were entertaining enough to last the entire twenty-one minutes of falling in the pit.

The following day was the hottest day of the summer. Y/n had no idea what 110 degrees hotter felt like because, obviously, she doesn't feel pain. She sat comfortably with her jacket on her study table in her room, while the others were suffering in heat, sweating profusely even with most of their clothes discarded, and laying on the ground.

She refused Stan's invitation to the newly opened pool because she wanted nothing more than silence while reading one of her favorite books. Fortunately, Stan didn't care about her opinion because all he wanted to do was go to the public pool and cool off. She was given command of the entire Shack, so she had the entire house to herself - and Waddles.

The very next day was completely normal. Mabel and Dipper were having fun with their new "Attic Stuff Mini-Golf" game. Their room was filled with props made from items found in the Shack, such as Dipper's old laundry "where man fears to tread," as Mabel put it.

Dipper had just sunken a Stan shot, and they were arguing about whether it was a legal play or not, when Mabel's Meow o'clock began to ring. She handed him her golf club. "Hey, Dipper, I gotta go hang out with Candy and Grenda tonight."

"Aw, again? You can't leave mid-game." Dipper frowned.

"Don't be silly, I'm not leaving," the other twin smiled. "My friends are coming to me!"

"Wait, what?!" The boy's eyes widened, dropping the clubs as he realized... "Oh, no. No no no. Sleeping bags? Rom-coms? Calling All Boys: Preteen Edition?!" He stepped back in fear. "You're not having a..."

The door opened behind him, and there stood Candy and Grenda grinning in the shadows. They jumped in, finishing Dipper's sentence. "Sleepover!"

Dipper screamed in horror that could be heard in the entire house.

The girls had arranged their cushions and pillows, as well as their snacks and essentials, together. They were talking about boys (as usual) when Mabel began screaming, followed by Candy and Grenda, who then began punching the wooden floor.

In the other half of the room, Dipper was losing his mind and hearing.

He tried asking the girls to do this somewhere other than their room because of the noise, but when they retaliated using makeovers, he decided that he shouldn't be here as he's pretty much outnumbered. So he took his pillow and blanket and began to tread through the hallways of the Shack, walking up to Soos who stood in front of a door that says "Break Room".

"Hey, Soos, can I sleep in your break room tonight?" He sighed.

Soos smiled, "Of course, dude." He opened the door to reveal a very cramped up closet with hazardous pipes and steam. When the handyman further explained how to fit inside, Dipper just walked away and found himself going near Y/n's room.

The thought of sleeping in the same room as her was awkward, but he had no choice. So, with all his strength and courage, he lifted his hand and knocked three times on the door. He waited with baited breath, but there was no response after a few seconds. He knocked again, louder and faster this time because he was getting worried about his actions.

It was silent again, making him sigh. Guess she was a heavy sleeper.

After a few minutes of searching for places to sleep in, he finally found the perfect place. He breathed out in relief. "Sleeping under the stars..." He could feel the cold grass under his vest, and the rubble under his pillow, but he couldn't care. "Not bad."

He momentarily closed his eyes, but not before he heard a growling sound. He sat up and saw a wolf biting on his leg. "Ah! Get off! Get away!" He tried to push away the creature, but then he looked up at the window of his room and saw Mabel, Grenda, and Candy jumping up and down, singing very loudly.

Dipper's gaze reverted to the wolf, who was still biting and shaking his ankle. "This is still better," he said, glaring, and laying down again as the wolf gnawed on his leg.

The morning arrived and that's where Mabel bid her friends goodbye and promised a next time. Dipper returned to his room, all beaten up with a black eye and twigs in his hair. He proceeded to lay on his bed. "Mabel, last night an owl tried to eat my tongue."

Mabel only laughed optimistically. "That's great!"

"No, it's not great!" He sat up on his bed. "This is impossible to live with!" He said, gesturing to their messy and wrecked room.

Mabel was trying to cheer him up, but Dipper had had it. He put his foot down and began laying down some ground rules. One of them was prohibiting sleepovers, in which Mabel argued back that he's keeping her up every night with his summer reading.

"Well, at least my braces don't whistle when I breathe."

"At least I wash my clothes once in a while."

"Washing clothes is a waste of time, I'm a busy guy!"

"Meow meow meow meow meow!"

Dipper glared. "Alright, if you meow one more time-!"

"Meow meow meow!"

"Okay! That's it! That's the final straw!" He walked around. "Maybe we shouldn't share a room anymore!"

Mabel was taken aback, lost for words. "Wah, uh... well, maybe we shouldn't!"

"Fine by me!"

"Double fine by me!"

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Then we need to talk to Grunkle Stan about moving rooms."

After preparing for the day with deep frowns on their faces, the twins ran to the living room where Stan was watching fights on his TV. "Grunkle Stan, we want different rooms!" Dipper demanded.

Stan laughed mockingly. "And I want a pair of magic money pants. It's not gonna happen."

"Magic money pants...?" Mabel questioned under her breath.

"Come on, Grunkle Stan. Can't we work something out?" Dipper begged.

Stan smirked. "Look, kid, there's my room and the attic. That's it."

Dipper's eyes seemed to light up as he came up with an idea. "What about Y/n's room?"

The suggestion wiped the smirk away from the older man's face as he had gotten hesitant. "Eh, I'm not sure she would want that."

"We haven't even seen her room yet, Grunkle Stan!" Mabel agreed to the idea, now feeling excited.

Stan remained silent. He didn't know what to say, but he also didn't want more silence to pass for the kids to suspect that Y/n was hiding something, which Y/n and Stan both didn't want to happen.

While all of this was going on in the living room, Y/n had been cooped up in her bedroom all morning. She had just returned from working underground all night, and she should have been sleeping, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. She suddenly felt reminiscent. She was pacing around her room aimlessly, attempting to fall asleep but failing miserably. She couldn't help herself.

She really missed him.

When was the last time they experimented for fun? Coming up with novel inventions? She took a look at the old calendar on her bedside table. 1982 was in front of it because she never ripped it off or moved it. It was simply there. She had no idea why it was still hanging there, perhaps as a painful reminder that he had been gone for 30 years and that she just liked to torture herself, or perhaps as a motivation that they should keep going or all of this would be for naught.

She began a small quest to look for experiments that she kept in her storage with a small smile, which didn't take long because it was a striking blue that immediately caught her eye. It was rolled up and tucked into a corner. She effortlessly lifted the dusty material and placed it on the ground. She grabbed the end of it and lifted it up as if dusting it, revealing good 'ol Experiment 78.

She was giggling with delight as she noticed the familiar yellow loop in the center of the design. It was laid out on the ground as she felt the material. Very shaggy. She couldn't help but laugh as she started rolling around on the carpet, feeling the electrons on her skin. She was creating carpet angels when she heard a knock on the door all of a sudden.

Opening the door slightly with a creak, Stan was on the other side with Dipper and Mabel. Immediately, she looked up at the older man's eyes that were staring down at her. "Yes?"

"They want to share rooms with you."

Y/n couldn't form a proper response. "Uh..." she then looked across to see the twins who were waiting for their answer. Just what happened that made them decide to switch rooms? "Sure." She opened the door wider for everyone to see. Stan rarely comes here, while it was the siblings' first time seeing everything.

They began listing off things that they could see about her room. "Woah, this is just as big as the one in the attic!" "You have your own toilet?!" "A study table! I would love to read here!"

While they were being excited about her room, Y/n stood beside an unimpressed Stan as she glanced at the rug that they were stepping on. She couldn't help but be worried. "Okaaay, that's enough ogling. What's going on?" She stared up at Stan.

"Well these bozos just randomly come to me demanding that they want separate rooms, don't cha, kids?" The older man said, placing his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, and in my opinion, I should be the one sharing the room with Y/n," Mabel spoke, pointing at herself. "Me and Y/n can bond over girly stuff and actually have fun. She'll have the funnest roommate ever!"

Dipper glared. "Yeah, well, I know that Y/n wouldn't wake up to my night reading because she's a heavy sleeper!"

"Wait, how did you know that?" Y/n chimed in.

He was suddenly flustered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I was knocking on your door last night, and you didn't answer so I figured you were fast asleep..."

Y/n's eyes widened. "Oh, you were?" She composed herself. She couldn't admit that she wasn't actually in her room last night, and that she was working hard in the portal room downstairs. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't hear you..."

"That's alright," Dipper easily dismissed it. "It's perfect! I can be your perfect roommate!"

"Wait a second," Stan began, walking between both Dipper and Mabel. "So you both want to be Y/n's roommate, huh? Because I own this Shack and specifically, this room, I'll be the one who decides who gets the other half depending on whom I like more." He said so confidently even without asking for Y/n's opinion.

Stan looked around the room until his gaze fell on a random dream catcher hanging on the back of her door. He snatched the item off of the wood that made Y/n yell out in protest. "Hey, put that down! What are you gonna do with that?"

"This is just gonna act like some sort of key. Whoever got this dream catcher in the end gets to be your roommate," Stan easily answered.

"I'm not agreeing to this!"

"Come on, Y/n, how are we supposed to figure out who gets to share the room with ya?" He asked before bending down and pulling his shoelaces loose. "Uh oh, looks like my shoes untied!"

The twins looked at each other for a second before scrambling to the ground and trying to tie Stan's shoe. Stan cackled maniacally. "To the kitchen!"

He ran out of Y/n's room and Dipper and Mabel got up to follow him out the exit.

Y/n was rendered speechless. She didn't know what the heck just happened in the last ten minutes. All she knew was that she had to hide some of her personal belongings from the twins if either of them decided to stay here. While doing so, she tried to figure out Stan's plan without having to ask him directly. Is he doing this for the journal? How will this even go?

And why did the twins even want separate rooms now, anyway? What happened that made them want to do this?

Her beeping watch interrupted her brewing thoughts. She groaned, knowing what she had to do. Glancing quickly around her room, she thought that she had hidden what she needed to hide before leaving her room to tend to the portal. Her watch does the reminder for portal duties during the day.

While walking down the hall and tip-toeing around the gift shop, she kept thinking about her room. She didn't forget anything, did she?

Stan's watch was beeping too, but he quickly turned it off, focusing on his great niece and nephew instead who were busy mowing the lawn in such heat. "Dipper, you're phoning it in!" He called out before drinking lemonade.

They were eventually done with that one chore and they all went inside. "Grunkle Stan, can I go to Y/n's room? I need a little break."

He was aware that Y/n could be downstairs already, meaning that her room would be completely empty. "Sure, but she's not gonna be there."

"Oh? Where is she?"

"She's out, I made her fetch the laundry," Stan quickly came up with an excuse that the twins didn't even question.

Mabel was out and about in the kitchen, throwing in eggs in the pan and garnishes she could find in the cupboards. She wasn't saying anything as she was clearly busy.

"Hey, Dipper, before you go, I need you to fix the door hinges by the toilet. Go get the toolbox on one of those closets on the way." Stan instructed, making Dipper roll his eyes discreetly. "What was that?" Stan still caught it.

"Nothing, nothing!"

"Want me to deduct your suck-up points? You're already at a negative, you know."

"What! No, no, no! I'll do it, I'll do it. Just don't deduct my points!" Dipper begged before walking away towards the hall that leads to the toilet.

It was a fairly quick job, but not for Dipper apparently. For starters, he's too short to reach the top hinges so he had to find a stool. But the tightening part was done quite swiftly. Dipper didn't waste anymore time and made his way to Y/n's room.

Luckily, it was unlocked. It's alright to come inside her room, right? She's not home, and it'll be his room as well eventually, so it's okay, right?

He opened the door and sighed. "I mean, all these chores will be worth it. She even has shag carpeting. Nice." He removed his shoes and began shuffling his sock feet on the carpet as electricity built up around his legs.

Mabel's voice cut off his lounging moment. "Hey, brother. Don't get too comfortable. I just made Stan an omelet shaped like his own face.

Dipper stood up and began pacing around Mabel, building up more electricity.

"Face it. I'm like a suck-up ninja. Half of Y/n's room is as good as mine, and we'll be the best roomies! You might as well give up now. What do you say?" Mabel said, stretching out her hand.

He narrowed his eyes on her. "I say I'm gonna be Y/n's roommate somehow, and when I do, I wouldn't ever have to worry about any of your sleepovers, and we'll never have to share anything ever again!"

Dipper slapped Mabel's hand away, electrocuting her and causing a massive glow between them that knocked them both out.

The girl sat up first, rubbing her head. "Ugh, what happened?"

"Dipper?" The boy said. "Why are you wearing my clothes... and my..." he began to feel his skin. "...face! Am I in your body?"

"Am I in your body?!"

The two began screaming in unison. Mabel in Dipper's body ran to the toilet and threw up while Dipper in Mabel's body was having a meltdown.

After a few moments, Dipper and Mabel stared at their new, swapped bodies in Y/n's tri-fold mirror, pointing out weird things about each other now that they were in each other's bodies. "Great. Just what we need, more Gravity Falls weirdness."

"This is stupid!" Mabel exclaimed. "Sharing a room was bad enough, now we're sharing bodies?"

Dabel (in Mabel's body) walked over to the edge of the carpet and took a look at the tag. "Hey, look. 'Experiment 78'." He flipped the tag over and the back said 'Electron Carpet'. "Electron Carpet. Atoms can swap electrons. This carpet can swap electrons. It must build up a static charge so powerful it can swap minds!"

"But why does Y/n have this?" Mabel asked.

"I have no idea. W-we need to change back and tell Y/n about this."

Mipper (Mabel in Dipper's body) sighed in relief. "Phew! Glad I'm switching back. If I was you I would totally lose the contest."

"And if I was you, which I am, I could sabotage myself! Then Mabel would lose her points and the room would go to Dipper!"

"Wait what?!"

"Oh, Stan!" Dabel yelled out. "I've always hated you!" He chuckled evilly. "See who gives the room to now." He ran out of the room.

Mipper began to chase him but tripped on her feet. "Tie your shoes!"

The two attempted to say and do things that would almost certainly result in them losing points. Dabel poured cereal out of the box everywhere and laughed obnoxiously as Mipper kicked the oven and bottles around. Stan, clearly perplexed, walked out of the kitchen, followed by the twins, who demanded that the points be removed.

Back in Y/n's room, Soos was chasing down Waddles who unknowingly went inside her room because the door was wide open. It was also the handyman's first time seeing the girl's room, while Waddles didn't care as he rolled around in the carpet, loving the way it felt. "Aw Waddles," He cooed, "Nobody thinks it's cute when I lie naked on the living room floor." He began rubbing the pig's head. "I wish I could be a pig."

And, lo and behold, his wish had been granted by the electron carpet, and their bodies were swapped in a snap.

Meanwhile, Dabel was running through the hallway. "Grunkle Stan, come back! I have more terrible things to do!" He turned around. "You're toast, Mabel!" He began to sprint off, only to crash into Grenda.

"There you are, Mabel!" She exclaimed.

"Attack her with love!" Candy followed, hugging Dabel and Grenda close. The two - with Dabel embraced tightly, jumped in unison. "Sleepover!"

"What?!" Dabel thrashed. "No! No, no, no!" He screamed as he was carried up the stairs while Mipper tried to run after them.

Grenda and Candy ran into the twins' room.

"Wait, come back!" Mipper shouted. "Hey, um," she faced Grenda by the door, "can I talk to my... sister, for a sec?"

"This is a sleepover, buddy. No boys allowed!" Grenda emphasized before slamming the door in her face.

Mipper crouched down and peered through the keyhole to see Dabel unsure about the entire situation. Grenda and Candy were giggling and gushing over Grenda's mother's age inappropriate romance novels, which she had brought with her. She had just learned about the book's protagonist, Gerard the werewolf, when someone approached her.

"What's going on, Dipper?"

She gasped and tried to cover the keyhole where she was looking in. Stan glanced at the door and he had the idea on what Mipper was up to. "Ah, you're at that creepy age where you spy on girls, huh? Guess it's time you and I had a man to man talk. About the birds and the bees, you know?"

Mipper frowned deeply as Stan led her to his office. He shuffled around the room until he found just the ideal book for the topic. 'Why Am I Sweaty?' was the book's title.

While all of this was happening above, underground, Y/n was stressing out about the portal. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, staring at the control panel in front of her. Why does she have to keep the portal stable when it's not even running?

They actually needed the three journals as a blueprint for the inter-dimensional portal to work, but they only had one in their possession. Wait a minute, the third one was nearby; they just didn't have the perfect opportunity to grab it.

She shifted her gaze to the journal, which she opened to a specific page. Since when has she been staring at this section of the blueprint? She's been staring at it for three whole decades and it's already imprinted in her mind.

Shaking her head, she stood up. That's enough inquisition for the day. She glanced at the control panel again, giving it a hard punch. Her knuckles slammed against the metal but it didn't hurt one bit. She smacked it in hopes of a functional portal, but alas, no change.

Y/n rode the elevator quietly, walked up the path to the vending machine and took a peek through the glass display. The gift shop seemed to be vacant – even Wendy was out, signaling that the coast was clear. As quickly as possible, she opened the machine and lurked her way out, not forgetting to get herself a can of Pitt Cola to make it look like she was just getting herself a drink and not someone who just got out of a secret door.

Opening the can, she took a sip and exhaled in relief. The drink was always a nice one. She turned around casually and she just realized the chaotic mess of the gift shop. It looked like someone made a breakdown and destroyed everything in their path. The banners were chewed, the signboards were broken in half, and the glass jars were shattered on the ground. Who could have done this?

She heard multiple voices coming from down hall. It sounded like it was coming from her bedroom. She sprinted across, finally arriving at her room just as Dipper and Mabel were dashing out with the dreamcatcher on the boy's hand.

"Dipper, give it back!" Mabel screamed, chasing after him.

Y/n stood there, staring at the numerous unwanted visitors inside her room. She was too afraid to step inside. Clearly, their bodies have been swapped because of their personality changes.

This was her fault and all she blamed was herself for bringing the carpet out again, but she couldn't help but feel mad for the people uninvited who were screaming and laughing from the body switching shenanigan.

"Everybody, stop!" She screamed, and it was silent. "Why are you in my room?!"

Everyone looked at her, speechless as if they were caught red-handed.

"Please, don't move. I demand you all to form a circle, and shuffle your feet against the carpet," she urged them, and thankfully, they granted her request.

Eventually, each one of them had returned to their own bodies and Y/n immediately ushered them outside, one by one.

Once they were out, she was pulling her hair in frustration. What a mess.

While she was cleaning her cluttered room, the twins eventually returned from what seemed to be their feud. They stood from outside of her room, and because the door was opened, Y/n just let the two in.

She resumed her cleaning while the twins were watching her from the door.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm sorry we got inside your room without your permission," Dipper began.

"It's fine," Y/n answered without even looking at him. She was trying to focus on reorganizing the stuff on the shelf.

He stepped forward. "But, I wanted to ask you about the carpet. It was an electron carpet that can swap... well, our electrons."

Y/n almost smiled as she stopped her movements momentarily at Dipper's inquiry. The experiment still works.

Dipper paused in his speech. How does he even ask the question without making her feel bad? "Where... How... Why...?" He stuttered out. That was pathetic.

Finally, Y/n turned around. "I bought it at a yard sale; I didn't expect it to be like that!" Another lie. She couldn't decide whether she should feel bad or proud of herself for thinking of that excuse so quickly.

Before the twins could utter anything in response, she decided to change the subject. "So, who won the uh... contest?"

"Dipper won, but now I understand and won't argue about it anymore," Mabel said with a kind smile as she looked over her brother.

Y/n shrugged. "Alright."

Everyone helped with the moving, but it was mainly his bed. His clothes had a special shelf from one of Y/n's drawers. The room was parted in half, just like the attic used to be. The electron carpet was long gone. Dipper thought it was already thrown out, but it was hidden under her bed.

"Well, this is it," Y/n said, looking at Dipper who was adjusting the mattress. "We can share the study table, but, uh... is it okay if I use my toilet?"

"Uh huh. Sure..." Dipper trailed off, looking down at his pillow. He moved ever so slowly, and she had a feeling he was adorning a frown.

"What's wrong?"

He let out a sigh before turning around and sitting on the edge of his bed. "Nothing, it's..."

"It's what?"

"I thought it would feel more liberating having separated from Mabel, but I had no idea it would be..."

"Would be...?"

"Lonely," he said.

She stared at a random wall, fiddling with her hands. "I'm sorry," seemed like the right thing to say at the moment.

"No, no, don't be," Dipper quickly replied, "It's fine. It's the first time we didn't sleep in the same room, and..."

"Dude, you need to stop letting me finish your sentences."

"I already miss Mabel."

Y/n sat awkwardly on her bed, her interlocked fingers placed on her lap. She didn't like the silence this time as she could practically feel Dipper's depression resonate through the room. "Well," she started slowly, "we could always have a little sleepover?"

A small smile appeared on his face. "I can't believe I would say this but a sleepover sounds like a good idea." He looked at her with hopeful eyes. "Wanna come?"

"Oh," she jumped. "I- I figured this could be between you and your sister...?"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, you've never been in a sleepover?"

With a solemn smile, she averted her gaze. It was almost comical how she didn't have time for sleepovers or other activities that most kids do. Consciously, she rubbed her baggy eyes. Her exhaustion had only recently caught up with her, and she realized she'd spent the previous thirty years underground. She was extremely fortunate to be unable to feel pain and to heal quickly, or she would have honestly died by now.

He was taken aback by her silence, which made him look at her slightly sad. He got out of bed after grabbing his pillow and did the most spontaneous thing of his day, if not his life. He approached Y/n as she looked at him expectantly.

"What are you doing?"

Dipper grabbed her hand and yanked her off her bed before leading her out of the room. "All right, come on." He was holding her hand in the one hand while still gripping the pillow on the other.

"What?"

"We're doing a sleepover... right now." Dipper smiled at her. Thankfully, Y/n let him lead her upstairs to the attic.

The boy dropped her hand before knocking on the door and a few seconds later, Mabel answered, opening it just a bit so she could only see him.

"Hey, you wanna have a sleepover?" Dipper asked sheepishly.

Mabel glanced at the pillow under his arm and smiled widely.

"Oh, and I brought a friend," he smiled and pushed the door open, allowing Mabel to see Y/n, who was waving shyly.

Her grin widened even more when she saw the two of them and immediately drew them inside. Mabel picked up her mini golf club before giving a spare one to Y/n. "Fore!" She shouted, striking a synthetic eyeball. "Let's play Attic Stuff Mini-Golf!"

Y/n let a smile stretch her lips. "How do you play?"

"Just hit the ball and we'll score the points depending on how awesome it goes!" She explained.

Dipper smiled and encouraged her, placing the eyeball on the ground by Y/n's shoes.

"Okay..." Y/n trailed off, allowing her golf club to kiss the ball for a brief moment before swinging back and swatting the ball too hard, causing it to bounce on various walls and surfaces until it crashed through the window and fell on Stan's head.

"Ah! Why am I even out here at night?!"

Their laughs filled the entire attic as they had fun for the rest of the night until they eventually passed out on the floor, cuddled together.

***

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 16!

MASTERLIST

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author's note: love u guys <3

[our-chaos]

consider: Kaz Brekker with the "who did this to you" trope

this is making me sad because of the fact you could play it both ways :(

The crew had been stuffed into a cargo ship for a week, so far, with another week to go. Everyone was getting irritable, angry, claustrophobic, and especially seasick. You were up on the deck trying to keep Jesper from hurling himself overboard. He was going mental, to put it lightly.

“I can’t stand this anymore, I’m going to float back to Kerch on Kaz’s suitcase.” Jesper threatened, bent over with his elbows on the wooden railing of the boat. He had his face in his hands, the only thing keeping him from being sick was the feeling of his cold rings against his skin.

“I’m not sure if he’d like that very much.” You lazily protested, because as long as Kaz’s temper wasn’t focused on you then you were fine. You reached over to place your hand across the sharpshooter’s back, to which he groaned and rubbed his eyes. You felt bad for him, he seemed to be having the hardest time with the sea.

“Promise me you’ll take the blame if I throw up everywhere?”

“No, Jes.. I won’t.”

You could hear him sigh, then he shook his head in defeat.

“You’re no true friend..”

You couldn’t help but have to stifle your laugh at Jesper’s dramatic rendition of sea sickness. If it weren’t for you to watch him, who else would make sure he didn’t go on a shooting spree due to this form of restless cabin fever? Your back was tired, though, and your feet were sore from all the standing and walking. For tonight, Jesper might have to find solace in something else.

“I have to go to bed or I’ll end up like you tomorrow..” You told Jesper, patting his back and walking back toward the sleeping quarters of the ship. It was smaller, with only three open rooms that the lot of you had to fight over. You were sharing a room with Kaz, which in retrospect was probably the best person to have to be cramped in a room with. Besides the fact he was irritable and grumpy and hardly spoke, you didn’t mind being in there with him. Plus, it meant you could be around him just a little bit more, even if it meant just mumbling out a tired and lazy goodnight and having him hardly groan in response.

You knocked on the creaking door of your room, waiting once for a response. When there was none, you tapped your fist against the wood once more just in case. Nothing. The rusting hinges of the door squeaked when you entered, and the lock clicking back into place was just as loud. “Dammit..” you muttered, reaching for the lantern that you kept beside the door on a table with a broken leg. This entire ship was falling apart. You weren’t sure why the lantern was burning, though, you swore you hadn’t lit it this evening when the sun was beginning to set. Nonetheless, you walked to your side of the room where your bed, a horrible excuse for a roll-out cot, was placed. All you wanted to do was get out of these horrible and stiff clothes. They smelled like sea salt, a common occurrence you noticed in all your clothes now that you had been on the ship for so long.

On the other end of the ship, Kaz headed to his room. He ran over the list of endless tasks in his head, what weapons he had to count and how many days until his crew arrived in Shriftport. The air was muggy, and damp, his bad leg leaving him with a more pronounced limp than usual. Like everyone on the ship, he wanted to be back in his own quarters, hunched over a blueprint with a glass of something bitter and cold.

Once he arrived at his door, your door, he noticed the handle wasn’t stiff. It was unlocked, meaning nobody was inside. Actually, you had just forgotten to lock it up once you had arrived only moments before he had. The door squealed with a high whine and Kaz’s cane hit the ground. Considering the combination of the two he assumed if anyone was hiding inside they’d surely know they were about to get walked in on. Kaz wasn’t prepared for what he was about to see once he walked into the small room.

Your torso was bare, leaving you in only the black pants of your once put-together outfit of the day. Your back was turned, but when you heard Kaz come in you tilted your head to the side to see.

Scars. There were scars that adorned your body in particular places Kaz did not remember you ever being wounded. He knew of each cut, each bruise, each goddamn strain or sprain his little Crow had endured. He didn’t recognize these. He had piercing blue eyes, ones that felt as if they’d leave their own scars if he wasn’t careful. You could see him, you knew he was staring, and if you weren’t frozen in place you might cower away. He dared to take a small step closer, barely inching toward you. You did not flinch.

“Who did this to you?”

You broke the eye contact, looking away as you held your top close to your chest. There was no answer you felt like sharing, but Kaz could see that. He knew that from the way your eyes shifted to the floor and you held your breath. Maybe you’d never answer, but Kaz demanded them.

“Your hip.” He pointed out with his gaze, and you didn’t have to look where he was staring to know what he meant.

“Yes..”

“Who-“

“Nobody, Kaz.. Nobody.” You forced him to stop, to keep his mouth shut for Saint's sake. It was silent for a moment, the both of you debating what to say.

“And your arms?” He spoke again, his rough voice going dry as he counted each discolored patch of skin across what was exposed. You shook your head, and Kaz found himself almost losing his breath with relief. Nobody. Then what? What happened?

“It’s best you don’t tell me.” He revealed, his eyes finally drifting to the floor below him.

“Why?” You asked, finally looking back to him again, clutching your shirt harder without even knowing. You were tiptoeing on the edge of each breath, your heart racing with the intimacy of the moment. Although, it always seemed like that with Kaz.

“Because if I found out what did this to you I wouldn’t rest until it was destroyed.” He didn’t look up, still, and part of you was grateful for that. If he would have looked up he would have seen the way your eyes went unfocused with the fog of new-coming tears. You took in a breath, one that felt dry in your throat.

“What’s done is done, Kaz.. Not even you can change that.” You replied almost regretfully like you wanted to believe that there was maybe a chance this stoic, bloody-minded, clever, handsome fucking asshole could change anything you’ve gone through. You could wish, and he could plot, but the scars would remain and you’d still remember how they got there.

[tatakaebomb]

Russian Roulette

ꕥ Pairing : Dazai Osamu x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : “ Russian roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby when its love if its not rough, it isn’t fun ♡”

ꕥ Word count : 3.2k ( i got a little carried away )

ꕥ A/N : I only wrote this for my own sanity , not proofread bc thats for smart people // p.s just as a side note , this is an AU where Dazai never left the PM.

- i don’t expect much interaction but anyways, enjoy <3

ꕥ TW : alot. 18+, dark content , smut , rough sex, noncon/dubcon, unprotected, creampie, choking, oral ( f receiving ), fingering, teasing, spit lol, manipulation,heavy over stimulation, dumbification, russian roulette so gun n shit, use of slut and bitch like once, lil praise, dacryphilia if you squint, whole lotta mind games, dazai’s big dick, theres probably more honestly idk, lmk if i missed any.

You knew you wouldn't be able to get away with it, it was virtually impossible to not raise any suspicion among the rest of the port mafia - not when Dazai kept an eye out for you since you first joined.

At first you didn't want to do it, hell, you'd be lying if you said you weren't aware you'd dig your own grave if you gave away that secret to the Guild.

It was a foolish decision but the pay promised by their leader seemed rather enticing and who in their right mind wouldn't accept that amount of cash ?

Someone smart of course, you, however , rushed into things without thinking of the consequences.

Driven by your own greed , you threw away your loyalty to the P.M that you've been praised for - for years. All in exchange for some paper.

Truth be told, you should of thought more about the fact you can't spend the damn money if you're six feet under.

And you knew that deep inside, but somehow that trail of thought left just as quickly as it came when you saw the suitcase with stacks upon stacks of bills stuffed inside it.

You talked and you got your money. A smooth exchange, smoother than expected.

Its been quite a while since that happened, maybe a week or two - you've lost count of days since the feeling of guilt and the anxiety of getting caught has been slowly taking over your mind.

You had a long history with the mafia, the way they always treated you was an advantage due to your powerful ability. You quickly grew accustomed to going on missions along side Dazai and Chuuya and you felt like you gained the trust of everyone around you. Everyone but Dazai.

And just as it started to seem like you got away with it - just as you were silently celebrating and praising yourself for fooling everyone, the harsh reality hit you.

You'll never be able to trick a man like him, not when his ability to deceit and manipulate is much grater than yours.

You just fooled yourself into thinking you're safe- and even worse, Dazai just let you.

-

" Chuuya! let- go - " You struggled against the tight grip of the shorter man as he began dragging you along the hall by your wrist.

You pulled away back towards your room, he pulled you back towards Dazai's like almost you were playing tug of war.

" This is embarassing Y/N, even for you "

When he suddenly let go of your wrist, you fell down on the floor with a hateful look in your eyes, one he couldn't help but laugh at.

" You're making this much worse for yourself - just speak to him " He shook his head, leaning against the wall.

" Whatever he wants to talk about can wait, i'm tired and its 3 in the morning " You lifted your hand up, signalling for some help.

Chuuya stared down at you, his blue eyes fixating on your hand as he raises an eyebrow silently, not moving an inch.

This was weird to you since you considered him to be the closest out of everyone to you, usually you got along well so a cold rejection like this was nothing you ever came across before.

A bad feeling began to form in the pit of your stomach as you helped yourself up instead, dusting off your silk night gown with a sigh.

" Look, i'll go - if it's really that important " You muttered under your breath, rubbing your wrist as you bumped into his shoulder to pass him with a scoff.

You reach Dazai's room and you twist the door knob, pushing it open slightly while looking back for a second to see Chuuya staring back at you before looking down at the floor.

You shrug, knocking on the door a few times before letting yourself into the dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from a small candle in the middle of his desk.

" Dazai ? "

No reply, you step in further , leaving the door opened behind you.

You call out to him again only to be startled by the sound of the door slamming shut behind you, the air blowing out the candle in the process leaving only the moon light shining through the windows.

" Boo "

" Son of a -

You turn around quickly and throw a punch out of reflex which he catches with a sinister laugh.

" Did i scare ya ? "

You sigh of relief when you recognise his voice and your eyes start to adjust to the light but in a split of a second, you're spun around by him to face the window instead.

" Very fucking funn- " You choke on your words as a sinking feeling forms in the pit of your stomach when you feel the cold barrel of a gun placed to the back of your head, pushing you forward.

" I have to say, it's quite disappointing..." You hear the click of the door locking behind you making you freeze " but not unexpected "

" W-What are you talking about ? " You try to sound convincing as you feel the barrel push further into your head.

" You know exactly what i'm talking about "

You gulp involuntarily and shut your eyes, tilting your head back knowing you've already lost.

The pressure disappears as he lowers the gun with a smile and you hesitatingly open your eyes once you feel the warmth of his hand grabbing yours, leading you to take a seat at the desk.

You follow through silently as he takes a seat across from you, resting the hand holding his gun on the table with an expressionless face. The same one you could never read, no matter how much you tried.

" How much do you know ? " You finally crack, placing your shaky hands on the table as you avoid to stare into his brown eyes, the moon light reflecting off them.

" 1 million for the layout of our base, that does seem like a good deal " He grins, leaning back in his chair. You curse under your breath, your eyes widening as you realise just how fucked you truly are.

" I assume Mori already knows " You take a deep breath, accepting your fate at this point as you shakily reach for his hand, pulling it towards you so the barrel of the gun rests against your forehead. He frowns, looking at you from behind the trigger.

" P-Please spare me the torture and just kill me " You shut your eyes tightly and you hear the click of the gun being cocked back. And you wait. And nothing happens.

Dazai's laughter fills the room as you feel him pull away and you open your eyes, a sense of dread filling every part of your body.

" I can't fucking do this - please " You plead making him laugh more, waving the revolver around like a toy.

" So dramatic - i haven't told him "

Your eyes glisten with hope as those words roll of his tongue.

" Yet "

And just like that, you roll your eyes as you lay back in your chair. Too good to be true.

" What do you want, Dazai ? " You sit up in your chair trying to sound as confident as you can while watching him take out the bullets from the revolver.

All but one bullet.

Fuck. No. You knew where this was going.

" Play Russian roulette with me " He says casually, spinning the cylinder before placing it to his head.

You froze, puzzled expression on your face as you sit up from the table.

" Is this a fucking joke ?! " You spit out only to see his gaze silently turn to the same serious one and you knew he wasn't playing around.

Your mind runs with thoughts as adrenaline kicks in and eventually you slowly sit back down. It's either this or certain death and you realise you'd rather take your chance.

He wasn't the one to back down from a deal, let alone lie about one.

You nod hesitantly and he gives you a half smile, humming to himself before going over the rules.

" We spin the chamber every time and take turns - twist is, we have to say one last thing to each other and treat it as last words before pulling the trigger "

" H-How many turns ? " You nervously look down at the table before being forced to look up at him as he places his index finger under your chin, tilting it upwards.

" As many as i want " He gazes down at you coldly before retracting his hand leaving you speechless.

" I'll go first to ease your mind - "

" Wait wait wait - " You try to stop him,

“ Why are you doing this ? “

" Because i get a kick out of seeing a calm woman like yourself lose her shit " He grins, taking a deep breath before pulling the trigger with no hesitation.

Click.

You clench your teeth before taking the gun from his hand and spinning the chamber, pointing it at your head shakily as you maintain eye contact.

" You're a sick fuck and i never liked you " Your eyes tear up as you pull the trigger.

Click.

He chuckles as you breathe out before dropping the gun on the table, which he quickly picks back up.

" That's quite a shame, i've always liked you "

Click.

" Wh-What? " You furrow your eyebrows, your eyes glued to the man in front of you who looks eerily calm for the situation.

You impulsively snatch the gun from him, pointing it towards him instead.

" You're a fucking liar, all you ever do is treat me like shit " You choke on your words as you build up the courage to pull the trigger.

Click.

A small smile tugs out the corner of his lips as he stands up, kicking the chair behind him causing it to drop down with a loud thud.

" Come sit here, Y/N " He taps on the table surface in front of him and in that moment you mindlessly followed the instruction given, too mentally exhausted to try to fight this.

You shuffle onto the cold surface of the table, avoiding eye contact as you feel the gun being pulled away from your hand.

" Please... enough " You feel the knot in your throat as you try to speak, your vision slightly blurring as he gets closer to you, one hand resting on your thigh catching your attention.

You look up at him, his brown eyes looking darker as he bores into your soul, placing the gun to his head once more making you turn your head to look away.

You try to keep in mind that every last word and move he makes is calculated, it always is. This was all part of a bigger picture you couldn't see yet, you couldn't fall for it.

" Y/N, look at me " His voice is quieter as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear making you silently turn back to look at him, your heart feeling like its about to explode.

And you fell for it, the hatred in your eyes turned to pure concern as the silence grew louder, his bandaged hand cupping your cheek gently and for once in your life, you noticed his hand was shaking.

His usual calm and calculated demeanour seemed to fade and behind that you realised this part wasn't planned. This was pure impulse.

He brings his forehead closer to yours, his lips inches away from yours as he slowly pushes down on the trigger,

" I've always hated how close you and Chuuya are - part of me wanted you for myself "

Click.

" Shit, i said too much " He chuckles nervously , shaking his head.

Your eyes narrow in confusion, the words echoing in your head as he finally puts the gun down, pulling you in closer by the neck until your lips crash into a long kiss.

You push away, your mind still in a state of shock as you part lips.

" What the fuck...is wrong with you ? " You whisper out of breath, your eyes scanning his features chaotically making him laugh.

" You're having fun playing these mind games , huh?! Pathetic piec-" Your angry yell gets cut short by his hand tightening around your throat, making you struggle to talk.

" This is exactly how i pictured this - you're so predictable Y/N "

He suddenly picks you up, forcing you to wrap your legs and arms around him as he leads you to the bed, dropping you down on the mattress and firmly pinning your hands above your head.

The eye contact was killing you, seconds felt like minutes as you tried to struggle out of his grip.

" I played along Dazai - we - we had a deal " You choked on your words as you felt his hands slip up the silk material of your night gown, his slender fingers tracing circles around your thighs.

" Mm, but you called me a liar " His fingers begin to inch closer to the band of your panties, snapping it into place causing you to sharply inhale before letting them trail back along your thighs.

" Did you not ? "

" Fuck - I take it back - don't-"

You exhale deeply, your thighs starting to tremble slightly under his touch while he doesn't fail to take notice of.

" Too little too late darling " He smirks, his fingers tugging down at the thin material of your thong slowly revealing exactly what you didn't want him to.

You felt the cold air hit and thats the moment you knew you weren't imagining things. No, the mere soft touches from before really had you soaking although you knew this was wrong.

You couldn't possibly be turned on by him after everything, right? -

You get pulled out of your thoughts as you feel him grip tightly on your thighs, pulling them apart before he lowered his head between them.

" Fuck, you're dripping "

You looked down at him between your legs with a blush, the way his eyes pupils dilated in the dark light as he innocently gazed up at you.

" You want me too, don't you ? " He breathed against your skin, the small action enough to make you shift further into the bed.

You nodded your head no but you couldn't help the small embarassed smile that crept onto your face, you never imagined seeing Dazai in such a lewd position. His mouth inches away from your cunt, licking his lips impatiently.

He was always attractive but the way he was right now, the warmth of his touch and his intense gaze - you couldn't really blame yourself for being turned on.

He lifted his eyebrows in a nonchalant way with a smirk, not giving you any soft of warning before diving in, the tip of his tongue running circles around your clit.

You gasp, your thighs clenching around his head as he begins to move his tongue inside of you hungrily, his eyes never leaving yours as you tangle your hands in his hair.

" Shit - Dazai - don't " You cover your mouth in embarrassment after you let out a loud moan, your hips involuntarily buckling up to meet his every move.

He replaces his tongue with his 2 fingers, a sly smile plastered on his wet lips as he moves them knuckles deep inside you, quickly finding your spot as you cussed out begging for more.

"There - yes " You shut your eyes tightly, your hand slightly gripping the bed sheets next to you.

" Poor thing, you're gonna regret that "

Before you could process his words, he brings his head down for a kiss which you melt into, biting harshly at his lower lip as you feel yourself letting go on his fingers.

You open your eyes in a daze as he grabs your chin forcing you to part your lips before spitting in your mouth, his hand wrapped around your throat as you swallow obediently.

He tightens his grip, kissing the side of your mouth before quietly muttering something,

" You better start counting "

That was the first orgasm and you lost count after the 10th one as he continuously tortured you, his fingers feeling like they re going deeper and deeper while planting hickeys all down your neck to your tits.

Your body began to twitch as you pleaded with him, mouth hanging open as you felt yourself become more light headed with every touch of his.

" No more - please - can't " You whined, bottom lip trembling while looking up at him.

" Give me one more - and i'll stop " He whispers in your ear and at that exact moment you felt yourself cum again, your lower stomach burning as chant his name.

He takes his fingers out with a satisfied smirk, and you sigh of relief as he brings them up to his lips, licking them clean before kissing you, letting you taste yourself before pulling away suddenly.

" Guess what, slut ? "

You hum a response, not being able to say anything more as you saw him unzip his pants, taking out his cock before standing up and pulling your legs closer to the edge of the bed.

You widen your eyes at the size, looking up at him and chaotically shaking your head no as he looks at you amused.

" I lied " He lets out, tilting his head back with a quiet groan as you sit up slightly, your nails digging into his arms as you felt him push inside of you, the tip grazing past your over stimulated g spot.

" D-ah-Dazai " Your raspy voice calls out to him desperately as he starts picking up his pace, lowering down so you can wrap your arms around his neck as he drives himself deeper.

" Fuck - you're my bitch now mm? You'll follow my every word , is that clear ? " He bites down on your neck and you gasp, your mind going blank from pleasure as tears start running down your cheek.

" Yes sir , please - god -" You squeal as you clench down on him, your eyes shutting close as you cum again, your body feeling limp as you loosen up the hold on him.

He bites his lip at the sight, tears staining your face as your breathing becomes heavier and heavier, the way you continuously clench around him as your hands try to push him away.

He plants a kiss on your forehead before he sloppily drives himself into you a few more times, his pace slowing down.

" Good girl - ah" He moans , his head thrown back as you feel yourself get filled with his cum, your body jolting under his as you both try to catch your breath.

He pulls out and zips his pants back up while you curl into a ball, a small tired laugh leaving you as your body continues to shake.

" Fuck - you really are insane "

He chuckles quietly and you hear the knocks on the door making him step away slowly as he straightens his tie, fixing up his hair quickly before he unlocks the door.

You widen your eyes as he opens the door , your eyes meeting Chuuyas shocked face from the hallway before Dazai lets the door completely open, turning back around to face you.

No way.

You desperately try to pull the covers over you but your body couldn't move so you settled on covering your face instead. The embarrassment consuming your whole body.

" Not one word to Mori about any of this, ok ? " You hear Dazai's tired voice say before you hear the click of the door shutting and you slowly take your hands away from your face.

Your head turns to look at the clock which now showed 7:00 AM.

Crazy son of a bitch.

You sink your head into the pillow trying to ignore the embarrassment you were feeling and the fact you actually just agreed to be Dazai Osamu’s bitch.

Little did you know, this was just the beginning .

[seospicybin]

HAVEN.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: As an old friend of him, Bangchan offered you to stay in his apartment for a week for work and to rekindle the sparks you once had for each other. (8,7k words)

Read the next chapter Homesick.

"I'm really, really, really sorry," Chan muttered the moment he got out of the elevator.

He saw you were sitting on your suitcase, next to the door of his apartment, reading a book.

"I was working on something, and I lost track of time," he explained, then punched in the pass code to unlock the door, "I'm sorry for making you wait for hours," he apologized again.

When the door beeped open, he swung the door wide to let you in.

"It's okay, it's about time I finish this book anyway," you assured him.

He let you get in first then helped you by dragging your suitcases inside.

"If it wasn't because my mom kept calling me, I'd have forgotten about it. I am so sorry," he apologized for the umpteenth time.

You softly laughed at him, "it's okay, Chris!"

He heavily sighed then turned the lights on, "Still, I feel so bad! I made you wait for more than two hours!"

"It's okay, Chris! It's all good now," you comforted him.

Then it got quiet, you looked into each other and realized you haven't really properly greeted each other.

"It feels weird isn't it?" You asked him with eyebrows raised, "we haven't met in years, and here we are," you added.

He nodded with a grin that made his dimples prominent.

You went in for a hug and he returned the hug by looping an arm around you, rubbing your back a few times before pulling away.

"How are you, Chris?" You asked him.

He sucked air through his teeth, then smiled, "I think I'm good," he answered.

"How about you?" He asked.

"I'm doing good," you replied, "and thank you for letting me stay in your apartment,"

"Oh please, letting an old friend stay for a week is nothing," he said then crossed his arms on his chest.

"I'm not like... intruding your private space, right?"

He quickly shook his head, "No, I rarely stay at home anyway," he said the pulled the handle of your suitcase.

"Your room is this way," he led you to the guest room and pushed the door open

"As you see, I haven't really bought much furniture for the house, but I hope the bed is comfortable enough for you," he explained, then set your suitcase next to the dresser.

"This is more than enough," you sauntered to the empty table facing the window and put down your bags on it, you peeked through the curtains to see the view and sighed at how beautiful the afternoon sky was.

"But do tell me if you need anything," he added, leaning one side of his body against the door frame.

You nodded at him, "sure, will do," you replied.

"I'll leave you to tidy up," he said then left the room.

A few seconds later, he opened the door, "I'm going to order dinner for us. Do you have anything you want to eat?" He asked with his head peeked from the door.

You hummed as you think of an answer, "why don't you surprise me?"

He grinned, "okay, I'll order the most delicious food for you," he said then closed the door.

You unpacked a few things out of your suitcase then head to the bathroom to wash up, as you got out of your room you realized that you had to share a bathroom with Chan.

You saw him were standing by the fridge as you walked to the bathroom.

"Dinner is on the way," he announced with a carton of juice in his hand.

"Great!" You responded, "I'm going to wash up first," you said to him then got into the bathroom.

After washing up and changing into comfortable clothes, you headed back out of the room and to the kitchen.

Chan was already setting the foods on the kitchen island and turned out his idea of most delicious food was grilled meat, he wasn't wrong though, just from the smell of it made your stomach growl.

You both ate in silence as you kept stuffing your face with food, you couldn’t match the pace of his eating but watching him eating so well was amusing to you.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to eat all of the meat," he said with a grin.

You chuckled, "no, it's just that you haven't changed, you still eat a lot, huh?"

"It's not that," he denied, "it's just that once I start eating, I just can't stop," he elaborated.

You nodded and took a sip of your water.

"So, tell me more about your job," he said.

You cleared your throat, "Oh, I don't know that I'm being interviewed now," you joked.

"You know what I mean," he said to you with squinted eyes.

You put down your chopsticks, "I'm a curator. I'm here because of the art gallery borrowing some paintings from my gallery for an art exhibition," you explained.

"You're here to watch out on those paintings?"

You laughed, "it is more complex than that, borrowing art pieces is a bit tricky. I have to always check and make sure they're well reserved,"

You held your chopsticks again, "but to put it simply, yes, I have to keep my eyes on those paintings,"

"That's a serious business," he beamed.

"It's a serious business involving a lot of millions of dollars," you corrected then laughed at the end of the sentence.

"When is the exhibition?"

"This Wednesday," you answered, "I can give you a ticket if you want to," you said.

"I'd love to but-"

Then you realized he must be busy, "it's alright if you can't come too," you quickly added.

"Maybe I will if I have time," he said.

"I'll give you a ticket just in case," you said back.

Chan insisted on doing the dishes after dinner, leaving you with nothing to do but started reading some unread work emails.

There was a faint sound of a piano was being played nearby and the sound was coming from the balcony.

You slid open the glass door and you heard it a bit louder, you craned your neck to find which unit of the apartment was playing piano at this hour.

Chan followed you and stood next to you on the balcony, "what piece is this?" He asked.

"I think it's Bach's Prelude No. 1 in C," you answered.

"As expected!" He beamed and grinned at you.

"The perks of having a father who is a classical pianist," you reminded him.

It was a trip down memory lane, years ago both of you were taught to play piano by your father but he took more liking to Chan since he recognized his musical talent way before anyone did.

"Still, I think between us, you're still his favorite," you said with a grin.

"Why did you quit playing piano back then?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

"Because I always think that I am more in the appreciative side of it," you answered, "rather than the one making the art,"

"But you have the talent," he said.

"Oh come on! We both know who's talented here," you said and nudged his elbow with yours.

You both got quiet and listened intently to the piano piece someone playing that echoed around the building, reminiscing the time you both sat on a piano and played a piece together.

"Are you okay being alone? I have to go back to the studio and continue my work," Chan excused himself.

You glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already 10 pm, "yes, no worries," you told him.

"If you need anything, just call me," he added before leaving you on the balcony.

You saw Chan waving at you before he left, and you waved back at him. You stood by the balcony, looking up at the night sky until the mysterious piano player was done playing the piece.

When he got back to his apartment, it was 5 in the morning.

He already got tired and ready for bed but dragged himself to the bathroom to wash up.

He got startled that there was someone in the shower stall, he rubbed his eyes thinking he must have imagined it, then remembered someone was staying in his place.

It was a bit inconvenient since he got so used to being alone, but when he stood by the doorway, he couldn't stop staring at your naked figure behind the glass partition dotted with drops of water and foggy with the steam from the water.

Your head was tilt upward and the water hit right on your chest, even though he couldn't see your body clearly through the glass he could faintly see streams of water running down your body.

He watched as you lather your skin with soap, from your neck and down to your chest then bending down to lather both of your legs.

He wanted so much to come closer and opened the door of the shower stall, so he could get the whole view of it, yet his hand gripped the doorknob with feet nailed to the floor, unable to move.

You turned your body in the direction of the door and Chan hurriedly shut the door before you noticed. He walked back to his bedroom and sat at the end of his bed, waiting for you to get back to your room to use the bathroom.

When he got out, you were just getting out of the bathroom.

You were in your bathrobe with your wet hair wrapped in a towel, "oh!" You gasped, then laughed, "I didn't know you're already home!" You said to him.

"You're up early!" He said, even in the dark of the room he could see the sheen of your wet skin.

"Yes, I have to go early since the paintings will arrive this morning," you explained.

"Alright," he awkwardly answered.

"I'm going to my room then," you told him, then stepped away so he could get into the bathroom.

Chan used to leave in the afternoon and back in the next morning to get some sleep, then back to his studio again in the afternoon. But since you were staying in his place, he made sure to come by at dinner time because the thought of you having dinner alone bothers him so much.

He was about to knock on your door, but it was left ajar so he pushed it open slowly to see you were working.

"Hey, did you have dinner?" He asked, staying in the doorway with his hand on the doorknob.

You looked around the room, then at the clock on the laptop screen, "oh, I didn't know it's dinner time already," you beamed.

Chan softly smiled, "I came at the right time then! I'll order dinner!" He offered.

"I'll pay for dinner tonight!" You shouted behind him.

You walked out of the room and the sound of the piano began playing from the balcony.

"I think I know this one," he said as you both stood in the middle of the room listening to the piano.

You already knew what piece it is, you bet he knew because it's a famous piano piece and let him guess it, "yeah?"

"Debussy's Clair de Lune," he answered without the slightest of doubt.

"Not bad!" You praised.

The next day, he came at dinner time, knocked on your door, and swung the door open to find you were putting on a dress. Chan quickly looked away and pulled the door closed, leaving a thin crack.

"I'm so sorry, I didn’t know you were-"

"No, you actually came at the right time," you said behind the door and opened the door wider to let him in.

"Can you zip me up?" You asked, pointing to the zipper on the back of your dress.

Chan hesitated for a while.

Then you turned around and showed your back at him, the zipper still parted open, exposing the skin of your back that invited him to touch, wondering how soft it would be.

"It's Liebestraum No. 3 by Liszt," you exclaimed when you heard the neighbor practicing their piano again.

It snapped Chan out of his daze then reached for the zipper then pulled it up until it settled underneath the nape of your neck.

"Done!" He announced.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked and tried not to sound so curious but failed.

You walked to the desk to pick up some earrings, bending down to see yourself on the tiny mirror perched on the table.

Chan wondered how such a simple gesture as putting on earrings looked so incredibly attractive. Maybe it was the way you bend down over the table, the way your jaw took shape with your head slightly tipped with all of your hair to the side, or simply because it was you.

His childhood crush, the first cool girl he ever met in his life, and now grown into this beautiful woman who captivated him just the same just like a few years ago.

His heart palpitation, something tingling inside of him, a kaleidoscope of butterflies flying around in his stomach.

It felt funny to him because he never felt all of these feelings again after a long time, until now.

"The gallery director invited everyone for a dinner tonight," you informed him as you walked to your suitcase to get a scarf.

"Oh?" Chan was half-listening to your words.

You put on the scarf around your neck, covering the beautiful, sweetheart neckline of your black dress.

"I'm sorry that I can't join you for dinner tonight," You said as you approached him.

And seeing you this close made him speechless.

You were so mesmerizing he couldn't look away, he wanted to touch, feel and taste.

His eyes darted to your lips, painted in a shade of deep red that reminded him of roses and he believed your lips would be just as soft as flower petals.

He was completely out of it that the next thing heard from you as you said bye to him and headed to the front door.

"Wait!" He said to you.

"Yeah?" You withdrew your hand from the door handle.

He walked up to you, his hand reached to take off your scarf, "lose the scarf," he said to you.

He fixed your hair next and slipped a strand behind your ear, "you look good without it," he added.

You smiled at him, "thank you, Chris!" You said to him then leave out of the door.

Leaving a trail of heavenly scent behind you that Chan had a hard time trying not to follow.

"I'm sorry, but the gallery is about to close in 5 minutes," the lady at the front desk said.

Chan couldn't do anything but maybe try coming the next day, "Thank you!" He muttered before exiting the gallery.

Chan had made time to come to the opening but not soon enough that he could still enter to see the art exhibition.

"You came!" You said when you spotted him in the lobby.

Chan smiled at you, feeling a bit relieved that even though he couldn't see the art exhibition, he met you here.

It looked like you were about to leave the gallery too.

"Guess I'm too late to see the art exhibition!" He sadly said.

"Nonsense!" You exclaimed, then linked your arm with his, "with me, you get to see it in private!" You said to him.

You took him on a private tour, the gallery allowed you to take a look around the art exhibition with limited access.

You were given 20 minutes before the security took over and locked some parts of the gallery.

You gave him a brief introduction to some paintings that you know, but when you explained, he was watching you explaining, not the paintings.

"I'm not the paintings here, Chris!" You said half-laughing.

Chan got flustered that he got caught watching you.

"Do I look like a surrealist painting?" You joked.

He laughed, but he was just in awe of how passionate you were with your job, he wondered if he looked like that when he was working too.

You pulled his hand to the art installation that played a video of colorful butterflies flying and forming certain shapes of flowers.

You muttered your thanks to the security who patiently waited for both of you, then got out of the gallery just in time for dinner.

You walked for a bit to find a restaurant and ordered dinner right away since Chan had to go back to his studio after.

You saw the sour look on his face when he took the first bite of his pasta.

"Is something wrong?" You asked him, slightly panicked.

He hurriedly took a sip of his water, "I didn't know that it's going to be spicy!" He answered.

You saw his ears got red and felt bad for him, "Do you want to order something else?"

He shook his head.

You switched your plate of pasta with him, "take mine, I haven't touched it," you told him and took his plate.

Chan wiped his mouth with a napkin, "no, don't-"

But you stopped him from taking his plate back, "it's okay, I can handle spicy well," you assured him, twirling pasta with your fork and eating it.

You both catching up on things you haven't had a chance to talk about the first time, about you, your family, your job, and it led to Chan's ultimate question.

"Are you dating anyone?" Chan tried to sound coy when he asked it.

You took a sip of your water, "The last time I dated someone was the second year of college, I guess?" you said while lightly laughing, "I couldn't remember! it's that long," you added.

Chan drank his glass of water to hold the urge to smile.

"What about you?" You asked back, putting down your cutlery on your empty plate.

"I'm too busy to date someone," he answered.

Chan wasn't expecting you would ask him back, but glad that he could provide an honest answer.

You softly chuckled, "don't lie to me!"

"I'm telling the truth!" He whined.

You laughed at the way he wrapped his hand around his glass of water so tight.

"Okay, I trust you, calm down!" You said to him then took his hand and squeezed it for a few seconds.

"It's just that all those lyrics you wrote only implied that you dated or are dating someone," you sheepishly explained while refilling his glass with water.

Chan could only imagine having someone to call as his girlfriend for now, not that he didn't want it, but he knew that he couldn't fully commit to it when he dedicated himself to his works.

"I mean, you're successful, reliable, proficient, hardworking, you can cook," you listed all of his good qualities right out of your head, "and you're exceptionally beautiful," you finished.

Chan grinned with such giddy when he heard your praises that his ears got even redder than when he was eating spicy food.

"No, I'm not..." he shyly refused while looking down at the table.

"The list goes on and on, Chris," you convinced him, "and probably would take me more than a day to list everything," you added.

And it only made him blushed more, that he had to hold his cheeks to calm himself down. After a little argument of who was going to pay for dinner that ended up with Chan paying for it, he hailed a taxi for you and opened the car door for you,

"Don't work too hard!" you told him with your hand on his chest.

"I won't," he promised.

You squeezed his shoulder then got into the taxi, "see you at home!" You said before he closed the car door.

That was new for him, having someone to remind him to take it slow, to take care of himself, who squeezed his shoulder and expected him to come home.

Instead of taking your advice, Chan was stuck in his studio doing a sudden load of work and went to the dorm for a few hours of sleep, then went back to the studio the next morning for two days straight. He did as much work as he could that night and left the rest for tomorrow.

He wanted to go home, felt bad for letting you alone in his apartment.

It was still afternoon when he arrived, you probably still at the gallery because there was no sight of you, he collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep.

When he woke up a few hours later with a blanket on his body and a pillow under his head. He got up, rubbed his eyes, then looked around the room and saw you were in the kitchen.

Noticing that Chan was already awake, you brought him a glass of water.

"I'm sorry I didn't wake you up for dinner," you told him, then handed him the glass of water.

He took the glass from you and gulped it down in one go, "What time is it?" He asked.

"It's almost midnight," you said to him, then sat on the space on the sofa next to him, "I couldn't bring myself to wake you up, you sleep so tight," you told him.

He got quiet and reclined on the sofa, sighing and rubbing the sleep of his eyes.

"Tough days?" You asked him.

He sighed some more.

You put a hand on his shoulder and gently massage it, not saying anything else but trying to relax him with your touch.

"They played a really nice piano piece earlier," you informed him just to put his mind off of things.

"What did they play?"

"Moonlight Sonata," you replied.

Chan lifted his head, "That's your favorite piece!"

"Oh, you remember!" You exclaimed in disbelief.

"Too bad I missed it," he meekly said and sighed again.

You chuckled and pat his forearm, "that's why you should be home more," you said to him.

He caught your hand in his and held it, turned his head to look at you but not saying anything. There was a faint smile on his face, so warm that you couldn't help but smile back at him.

Flustered, blushing, you quickly came up with something to say before it got awkward.

"Are you hungry? You want me to cook you something for dinner?" You asked him.

He shook his head, "just let me look at you!" He replied.

"Okay," you answered, your voice was so low it was almost like a whisper.

Chan was trying to figure out what was it in you that got him infatuated, and that your touches calmed him down almost immediately like a touch of magic, maybe by looking at you, looking at your beautiful face would give him an answer.

He didn't care so much about getting an answer though, he wanted a taste.

So he leaned in and kissed you, pressing his lips on yours, soft on soft, like melted ice cream.

When he withdrew, he sighed because he was yet to get enough taste of you.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked.

Unable to give him a verbal answer, you gave a nod of yes.

He cupped your jaw and put his lips on yours again, he tipped your head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, his tongue prying open your mouth until you caved in.

He tasted the inside of your mouth, twirling his tongue with yours and his teeth faintly scraped your lips.

You pulled away to catch a breath, but the firm grip of his hand on your jaw brought you close to him again.

Chan was so lost in the moment, his hand wandered down the side of your body and dipped at the curve of your waist, he was about to slip his hand under your nightdress, you pushed him away.

It was when he looked at you with your eyes closed, mouth slightly parted open, panting and wet that he realized he might have crossed the line.

"I am sorry. I should have asked you first, I-"

"My room or yours?" You asked him, looking at him through your dark lashes.

The question took him back for a while when he finally caught on, he couldn't decide on an answer.

"We don't have to do it if you don't want to," he said again just to make sure.

You shut him up with a kiss, "I give you my consent," you said against his lips.

Chan grinned with both dimples appearing on his cheeks, making him look both adorable and extremely attractive.

You shifted on the sofa to sit on his lap, straddled him, and placed both of your hands on his shoulders.

"On the sofa, it is!" you said, you decided on an answer since Chan couldn't settle on one.

You held his head and lowered your mouth on him, kissing him down until he fully reclined his back on the sofa.

Things escalated real quick from there.

Chan couldn't think, his mind went blank, but his hands just knew how to move on their own, tugging the hem of your nightdress then taking it off.

Hands flew to your body, impatiently touching and roaming around, kneading, squeezing, gripping the flesh.

You took his top off, couldn't wait to get your hands on his body.

Chan was always wearing those sleeveless tops around the apartment that gave you glimpses of his body, making you even more curious to see the whole thing.

When you finally did, you let out a long, delightful sigh.

You ran your hands down his chest, feeling every inch of his skin with your palm.

"I told you," you said to him with eyes that followed your hands going lower and lower down his abdomen, "that you are exceptionally beautiful," you finished.

He lifted you, then lay you down, propped a hand next to your hand on the sofa, and looked down at you, at your blushing cheeks, your naked body except for your white underwear with your thighs squeezed shut.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful," he breathlessly said to you as he put a strand of hair behind your ear.

You put your hands around his neck and pulled him for a kiss, open-mouthed, hungry, where tongue and teeth clash.

Chan ran one hand down to where you wanted him the most, palming your clothed sex until a wet patch formed on the flimsy fabric of your underwear.

He got impatient that he hurriedly pulled your underwear down and saw your drenched cunt, throbbing and enticing.

With the limited space of the sofa, he couldn't go down on you, he used his fingers instead.

He began by tracing your folds and circling your bundle of nerves until his fingers slick with your arousal.

You propped your elbow so you could reach for his sweatpants and pulled it down just enough, put your hand inside his underwear to feel his cock, swollen with its prominent veins, pulsing with desire.

Your thumb circled his tip before slowly stroking his length, part in awe of its size and partly wondering if you can take him well.

Chan sank his mouth on you again, muffled his whimpers with kisses, hand incessantly stimulating your clit while you kept pumping his length.

"I'm on the pill," you told him, retracted your hands, and lay back on the sofa.

Chan nodded, then settled himself between your legs, lowering his mouth on you again, hand holding his member and teasing your entrance, making you soaked down there.

He let out a loud groan when he entered you and carefully pushed the remaining length slowly, with eyes watched at how his cock buried inside you.

You held onto his arm, clawing his biceps with your nails dug into the flesh as you took him whole, gasping and arching your back, sending him deeper inside you.

He lowered himself on top of you and began moving with a slow, calculated move.

He tried to calm himself down, but the way you felt around him, he felt like slowly losing his sense of control and giving in to the pleasure.

His hips began to pick up the pace without he intended to, and the hard thrusts reverberated throughout your body, your breasts jiggling with every move.

Chan tried to get a grasp of control when he knew he was coming too fast, but it was too late.

"Oh, fuc- oh, I-" he quickly pulled out of you as white strings shot out of the tip of cock then dripped down your stomach.

Chan groaned in a mix of frustration and satisfaction, he watched as the last drop of his cum fell on your thigh and gripped the headrest of the sofa so tight.

"I don't mean to-" he closed his eyes, trying not to lose it in front of you.

You knew he was slightly pissed for cumming before you, you immediately rubbed his arms, "It's okay, Chris, it's okay," you comforted him.

He raked his hair to the back with his fingers, "I'm so sorry," he said to you.

You hoisted yourself on the sofa and put a hand around his neck, forcing him to look at you.

When you got his attention, you softly smiled at him, "I told you, it's okay, Chris," you assured him.

He heavily sighed.

You pulled him closer to plant a kiss on his mouth, "we can do it again," you said against his lips to console him.

He smiled against your lips, "I'll get something to clean you up," he said, then got up from the sofa.

Done cleaning his mess on you, he lowered himself on top of you again, propped his elbows on each side of you to prevent putting all of his weight on you, kissing you, touching part of your body he hadn't touched before, dragging his mouth across your chest, kneading on your breasts, wrapping his mouth around your nipples and sucked on them.

You squirmed, softly moaning under him, and tangled your hands in the curls of his hair, it somehow relaxed you that your eyes started to droop.

"Chris?"

"Mmh?" He mumbled with his head buried in your chest.

"Can we continue this tomorrow?" You asked, "I'm so sleepy," you said to him.

He shifted on the sofa, and lay next to you, "let me carry you to your bed," he offered.

You shook your head, slipped your hand under his arm and around his waist, "no, this is comfortable enough," you said to him.

Chan put a blanket on both of your bodies and held you close, cradled your head in such loving.

He watched you sleeping as he tried to perceive the reality that was you lying next to him, in his hold, and he could kiss you for as much as he wanted.

He always thought that he had a silly crush on you, but now it grew into something far greater than that, but what scared him most wasn't him realizing that he's in love with you, but the possibility that your love would be unobtainable to him.

Your phone had been ringing for a few minutes now, and it was getting annoying even though it was ringing from your bedroom.

You slowly got up and rubbed your eyes, you looked at Chan, and he was awake too.

"That's my alarm," you told him.

You picked up whatever piece of clothing from the floor near you and put it on, got off the sofa, then went to your bedroom to turn off the alarm.

Chan sat up on the sofa, waiting for you to come back to him, he smiled when you returned from your bedroom with his black sleeveless top on.

It was too big for you that it slid down one of your arms, you sleepily smiled at him while you made your way back to him.

Good morning!" You said to him, then sat on his lap.

He smiled with both of his dimples appearing on his cheeks, "Good morning!" He said back, looking up at you with eyes that were heavy with sleep.

He pecked on your lips repeatedly, making you giggle against his lips.

"Time to continue last night," you said to him.

Chan couldn't tell which one made him feel very aroused, you fucking him the first thing in the morning or the fact that you did it on the sofa in the living room.

Your low moans echoed in the quiet of the room, your skin glowed under the pale morning sun, sinking your mouth on Chan's as he threw his head back with your hands gripping the headrest of the sofa for support.

Chan put his hands on each side of your waist, keeping you steady as you bounce on him.

You slowed the pace, rolled your hips while letting out a few loud moans.

"Oh, so good," he whimpered.

You began moving on him again, intentionally clenching around him when you moved up and let it go when you went down.

Chan grunted in pleasure from what you were doing to him.

"If you keep doing that, I might cum too fast again," he said to you between his grunts.

You breathlessly giggled, "should I stop then?" You teased.

"No," he quickly replied.

You kissed him again as he pulled you close until your breasts squashed against his chest, moving in sync until you both reached your highs then melted into his embrace.

Chan couldn't focus on his work.

All he could think about were your lips on his and his hand flew to his lips when the recollections of last night and this morning ran through his mind, When he looked at his hands, he could feel the smoothness of your skin on them and the images of his hands on your body.

He went to his apartment earlier and ordered dinner for both of you.

"I ordered dinner," he said through the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Mmh. Where are you?" He asked, taking the packs of food out of the paper bag.

There was no reply, but he heard the front door being swung open, then he saw you coming through the door.

"I'm right here," you said with your phone still pressed to your ear.

He planned on being cool about it, that the two of you could have dinner in a casual manner like you did a few times before.

But he couldn't stop smiling, especially with you watching him pacing around the kitchen taking cutlery and glass out of the drawers and cabinets then putting them on the dining table for you.

"Aren't you going to eat?" You asked him because he hadn't picked up his chopsticks yet.

He stifled a nod, "yes, okay," he awkwardly replied.

Done with dinner, you helped him clean the table and put the trash away.

"I'll do the dishes," he said to you, rolling up his sleeves before you could offer yourself to do it.

"Okay," you agreed, "I'll go get changed," you told him, then went into your bedroom.

He was done with the dishes, you haven't come out of your bedroom yet, he went to check since the door left ajar and pushed it open.

You were sitting on the stool facing the small mirror and brushing your hair, noticed that he was standing by the doorway, you turned around on your seat.

"You're done with the dishes?" You asked him, then slowly got up from the stool.

He bit his lower lip seeing you in a bathrobe, let it untied that he could see the maroon-colored matching underwear you were wearing underneath.

He couldn't keep his cool anymore, he needed to touch you. He walked up to you faster than the wind, and pulled your body close, then kissed you hungrily like he wouldn't get to taste you again.

It didn't take long for him to have you naked on the bed, drunk with your scent that clung to the sheet and the sweet, sweet taste of your skin on his mouth.

He turned you over on the bed, made a trail of kisses down your spine, and fingered you from the back, one hand kneading on your ass cheek.

You looked over your shoulder at him, "Chris," you called him.

"Yes?"

"I don't mind a little pain," you told him.

Chan thought he misheard you for a moment, "are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah," you confirmed.

He caressed your backside before landing a slap on your ass, heard you yelped into your pillow then quickly rubbed on it.

"Are you okay?"

"You can do it a little harder," you told him.

He slapped your ass again a bit harder just like you told him, Chan could feel you clench around his fingers when he did that as you gasped and gripped the side of your pillow,

Chan never knew how exhilarating it was to do that, did a few more times as he thrust into your from behind, making sure they weren't too hard.

He kissed your neck and shoulder in between and held your body to keep you from collapsing onto the bed from getting your orgasm.

When he cum inside you, he lifted your body close and held you with both of his hands around you, your back on his chest, his mouth on your neck all the while he was still inside you, released all of his seed inside you.

You both laying on the bed with your body overlapping his, your feet rubbed his shin with your head rested on his chest, listening to the neighbor playing the piano.

"Gymnopedie No. 1," you introduced the piece.

Chan rubbed the handprints he made on your ass cheek and placed soothing rubs on it.

"Is it hurt?" He asked.

"No," you replied and sighed delightfully.

He kissed the top of your head, "are you still working tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes, I need to do some paperwork," you answered while lightly pinching the taut muscles of his abs, "why?"

"I'll make sure dinner is ready when you're home," he responded, his hand moved to the small of your back and gently squeezed.

"How nice!" You cooed at him, "I wish I have someone do that to me every day,"

He felt a twinge in his heart remembering that you'd be leaving in less than two days.

"Stay a little longer," he pleased.

You smiled at him and rubbed his chest, "I wish," you sighed.

Chan held you tighter as if you would disappear if he didn't.

Chan's heart flipped as he reclined on his seat.

He could only remember looking at you as he started his day and not the annoying sound of your alarm that woke you up.

He licked his lips thinking of he could still taste you on them, but it only reminded him of how you kissed him before saying that you have to shower.

Then he asked, "Can I join you?"

And you answered, "Then, I'll be late for work,"

He watched you as you got dressed for work, applying make-up, brushing your hair, putting on your earrings, sprayed some perfume on your neck as if you didn't smell heavenly enough for him. He watched you do all those mundane things that mesmerized him like he watched something so wondrous that he hadn't seen before, furthermore it gave him a glimpse of what it felt to share a space with someone.

He pulled you into a hug before you leave, and pecked on your lips a few times until he opened the front door for you.

All these thoughts about you playing his head seemed to call for you that his phone vibrated on the table with your contact name on it.

"Hi," you began, "do I disturb you?"

"No," he quickly denied.

"Turned out I just need to sign some papers, and now, I'm on my way home," you said to him.

"I'll be out in two hours. Can you wait until then?" He asked, feeling bad that he still got some work and couldn't get off early.

He could hear your smile at the end of the line.

"No, that's okay, no need to rush," you told him, "I just want to tell you that I'll have the dinner ready for you.

"No, I promised you that, I-"

"I know," you cut him off, "but let me do it tonight, please?" You begged.

Chan felt bad because he promised you, but then again, it was only dinner, no need to fuss about it.

"Well, if you insist," he said.

"Okay, great," you exclaimed, "see you at home!"

"See you at home!" he said back, then ended the call.

"See you at home," he repeated to himself.

He started to fancy those words, especially when it was coming for you.

The delicious smell of food welcomed him the second he got into the threshold, he walked further inside and found you were cooking, stirring something on the saucepan, the source of the mouth-watering smell.

You turned off the stove when you realized he was home and came up to him.

"You come at the right time," you told him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly shut him, "why don't you go wash your hands and wait by the dining table?" You suggested.

"Okay," he responded with a knowing smile then left for his bedroom.

He watched as you served the food on the table in front of him, just from the look of it already made him salivate.

You filled his glass with water then he took the water pitcher from you to fill yours.

"I didn't know that you will be cooking tonight's dinner," he said as he picked up his cutlery.

You smiled at him, "well, I want to thank you for letting me stay with you for a week," you replied.

Chan sliced his steak, "it's nothing really, you know I like having you here," he said, his lips curled into a sly smile.

"Also because it would be our last dinner together," you added.

Chan got quiet, he suddenly had a hard time chewing his food, he took a sip of water to wash it down his throat.

You reached for his hand on the table and put your hand on his, "Thank you for letting me stay," you said to him with a comforting smile on your face.

You insisted on washing the dishes, and Chan took his time to change into comfortable clothes, he walked past your bedroom and saw that you had packed most of your things, then at the suitcases at one corner of the room.

His heart shrank because it felt like you were slowly disappearing from his life, again.

The neighbor started playing the piano again by the time you were done washing the dishes.

You came up behind me and hugged him from the back, "can you guess this one?" You asked him.

"No," he replied.

"It's Brahms' Lullaby," you said to him.

Chan would miss this, having you around him like this, hands around his body, warm and tight. He turned around and put your hands around his neck, you are so small to him, pure, bright, and warm, like the first sliver of dawn.

He kissed you, kissed you like it was hurt to do so. Eyes screwed shut, hands holding your face like you might fly away if he didn't, and kissing you like it was breathing to him.

"Chris," you called against his lips.

He didn't reply but pressed his forehead against yours.

"Let's not be sad about it because I didn’t regret everything I did and do with you," you muttered.

Chan couldn't find an answer for that but he knew you must have sensed the misery he was in, that you were going to leave tomorrow and never to see each other again for the foreseeable future.

You let him have his way but when he steered you to your bedroom, you stopped him.

"Let's do it in your bedroom," you said to him with your hands on his chest.

You didn't want to spend the last hours you have with him looking at your suitcases and bags.

But it was a bad idea for Chan, for he will remember you on his bed, and his sheet would be tinted with your scent, you would leave so many traces of you behind for him to be recalled.

He didn't wait to have you in his mouth, kissing, sucking, licking everything that brings pleasure to you.

And you returned the favor after, having him in his mouth with him holding your hair from covering your face so he could see his cock slipping in and out of your mouth.

He murmured sweet nothing with one hand rubbing your jaw.

When he cum, he quickly pulled it out of your mouth with a loud pop.

A string of saliva dribbled down your chin as you watched him pump his length until pearly white essence leaked out of its tip.

"Look what your mouth can do to me," he said to you.

He brought your face close by your chin, didn't hesitate to kiss you with your mouth glistening wet with saliva.

He made love so slowly, taking his time, enjoying every little, gentle touch of your fingertips on him, listening to your beautiful moans and the noises you made for every touch he did on you.

You yelped when your hair caught in his bracelet, and he quickly removed it, you laughed seeing some of your hair got stuck on it.

He laughed along with you and didn't realize he just cum inside you when he did.

"Did you just...?" You asked him.

Chan got flustered, "I-"

But that only made you laugh harder, and the sound echoed in the room.

He made up for it right away, with a mindset to please you first and put his pleasure aside. He knew you liked it when he went rough a little, firmly gripping your waist and slapping your ass cheek in between, he kissed your mouth and bit your lower lip before pulling away.

You called out his name as you climaxed, and it became his favorite tune he ever heard in his life.

Sweat, cum, saliva, your lipstick stains, crumpled sheet, you both made such a mess on his bed, your bodies tangled as one, pressed together like two puzzle pieces that fit together.

He took your hand and slipped his fingers into yours and intertwined it, Chan got hit by the sudden realization that he didn't have a chance to take you around the city.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't spend much time with you," he said to you.

You kissed his lips, eyes half shut and smiling, "it's okay, we can do it next time," you said to him.

And Chan liked that, he could settle with next time, no matter how long that would be, even it would take months or years, here or in any part of the world, he would hold on to those words.

"Next time," he said back.

You giggled against his lips, "yes, next time," you said to him.

He didn't sleep at all but lulled you to sleep by rubbing your back, tenderly kissing your inner arm, and tickling your neck with the tip of his nose, making you laugh instead of sleeping.

By the time you were sleeping it was already dawn, Chan murmured his goodnight into your ear then fell asleep with your head buried in his chest.

This morning, it was Chan's phone that woke you up, and your eyes snapped awake to the warm sunlight shining through the cracks of the curtains.

You lightly shook his hand, "Chris, your phone is ringing," you told him.

He mumbled something you couldn't quite comprehend, you reached for his phone on the bedside table and handed it to him, "you got a phone call," you said again.

He slightly got up and with his eyes closed, picked up his phone, "hello?"

You faintly heard the person talking at the other end of the line and slumped back down on the bed next to him.

He rubbed his eyes a few times more before finally being able to open his eyes, smiled at you when his eyes found yours, then settled himself on top of you, burying his head in the crook of your neck while mumbling his answers into the phone.

You softly giggled and put your hands in his hair, gave the curls of his hair a good ruffle, roamed your hands around his back to feel the firm muscles on his back.

After a while, he hung up the phone and groaned.

"Work?" You asked.

He groaned again, he put his lips on your neck, warm and soft, made you tingle from the inside.

"I have to go," he said to you.

"Okay," you said to him because you couldn't stop him from leaving for work.

He slowly got up from the bed but stopped himself once he looked down at you, pinned underneath him with the duvet barely covering your chest.

You made out for a moment before he could finally get off the bed and leave to the bathroom.

A moment later, he got back to his bedroom and walked up to you, put the duvet away, and without warning, scooped you with both arms.

"I'm taking you to shower," he announced as he carried you to the bathroom.

Chan looked at you in awe, like looking at a masterpiece that he made himself, the blueish marks on your breasts and chest, the crescent marks of his nails on your hips, and his handprints on your backside, clearly visible under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

"That feels good," you moaned when he massaged your scalp while applying the right amount of pressure on it.

You put your hands around his waist as he washed your hair, with your eyes closed afraid the suds might get into your eyes.

Chan couldn't help but kiss you, and you opened your mouth for him, letting him taste you more with the warm water raining down on you.

"You'll be late," you said to him as you sat on his lap while he placed kisses on your neck.

He groaned, "just a little bit more," he whined against your neck. When he had enough of kissing you, he sat you down on his bed and let you watch him getting ready.

Picked his clothes for the day, styled his hair real quick, put on his shirt, and buttoned it down while he paced around the room collecting his things and putting them into his backpack.

He flashed a smile at you once in a while and kissed the top of your head when he walked past you, then sat on the end of the bed as he put on his socks.

You sat behind him and put your hands around his neck, your cheek pressed on his back, and hummed.

He smiled and placed his hand on yours, stayed like that for a while until his phone rang again.

You walked him to the door for hugs and kisses, a look into each other’s face with him caressing your cheeks, then more kisses.

"I'll be back at dinner time," he said to you along with a caress on your cheek, even though he knew you'd be gone by that time.

You smiled at him and placed a tender kiss on his lips, "I'll order dinner," you added.

He smiled even though he would be having dinner alone without you.

His hand lingered on the door handle and took a look at you before pulling the door open, "see you at home!" He said again with a final kiss even though you were the one who made a home for him, for he found a home in you.

"See you at home!" You muttered back even though you wouldn't find a place like this again, a home in a person that offered warmth and comfort, a safe place, a haven.

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hey could we maybe get something about ming being in a small accident (car, or like stage accident) whilst she was on a solo activity could be from a few years ago and how the members react to it

hi, love! thank you so much for the request! i wanted to try something different this time, so i hope you like it! I’m sorry that it took me so long to get to this! feedback, thoughts, opinions and requests are always welcome 💗

ming involved in car accident | svt reaction

On April 29, 2018, Pledis Entertainment released a statement revealing the female member had been involved in a car accident on her way back from Incheon Airport. Ming had just returned from solo schedules in Los Angeles.

According to the agency, Ming and her manager didn't sustain any serious injuries, but were moved to the emergency room to receive proper diagnoses and treatments.

According to the agency, Ming and her manager didn't sustain any serious injuries, but were moved to the emergency room to receive proper diagnoses and treatments.

''After a detailed health examination, Ming does not have fractures but needs additional treatment and time to regain stability due to muscle pain and some bruises. Complying with the healthcare workers' advice, we will put our artist's health as a top priority and do our best to help her recover so that she doesn't have aftereffects. In consideration of her stability and recovery, we will inform you of her planned schedules after making adjustments.''

Members' reactions

choi seungcheol

He was the first member to be informed of the news, since he's their leader. His heart dropped when one of their managers told him, immediately demanding that they bring him to her. He realised he had to remain calm, because he still had to tell the other members and didn't want them to freak out since she was okay. He felt bad, because the members kept asking questions to which he had no answers.

He let out the biggest sigh of relief when he saw her back at the dorms. Cheol didn't leave her side the entire night, wanting to be there in case she needed something. The next few weeks, he would stay very close to her, for example if she was showering or taking a bath, he would regularly walk by the bathroom door in case that there was an emergency or she needed someone. Seungcheol is the most worried parent ever.

yoon jeonghan

He was worried out of his mind, but his priority in that moment was to comfort and calm down the younger members. If any of them started freaking out, he would be by their side and make sure their worries were lessened.

As soon as he saw her, he started tearing up. He gave her a soft hug, making sure he didn't hurt her or anything. Jeonghan was also the one that would take her to the doctor for regular check-ups, even if Ming told him she wasn't hurt.

hong joshua

Just like Jeonghan, he was super concerned about her, but put his feelings aside to be a reliable hyung to the younger members. He let his emotions out when they were back at the dorm. They were still roommates at this point and he couldn't have taken better care of her.

She would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night because of the pain, but he was always right there with her. Ming needs a glass of water? He's already on his way to the kitchen. Does she need her medicine? He already has it in his hands. Overall, Joshua was the best caretaker ever.

wen junhui

At the time of the event, he and Minghao were in China for personal schedules. He was lowkey pissed that they were told literally hours after the other members were told, but once he heard Ming on the phone, all that went away.

He knew Ming loved stuffed animals, so before they went back to South Korea, he bought a bunch of them for her. Jun also bought a lot of other things for her, basically anything that reminded him of her. He had to buy a whole other suitcase, just for all his presents for Ming.

kwon soonyoung

His energy level went from 100 to 0 really quickly. It is very rare to see him that quiet. He kept asking the staff for more updates, wanting to know how Ming and their manager were doing. Since they were still at a schedule, he made sure the members were able to wrap it up smoothly without too much hassle.

The first few performances they had with Ming after the accident, he changed a few parts of the choreography so she wouldn't strain anything. Soonyoung still unconsciously keeps her accident in mind when making choreo, even though it has been years since.

jeon wonwoo

He felt very helpless. Seeing Chan and Seungkwan freak out so much, made him want to comfort them, but he didn't know what the right things were to say in a situation like this. So, he just silently sat next to them and rubbed their backs, hoping to be some sort of help in calming them down.

Wonwoo made sure she was distracted the first days after the accident. Watching movies with her, playing games with her or letting her watch him play games.

lee jihoon

As one of the leaders, he took it upon himself to find out more information through the managers and contact Ming's family about the situation. Her little brother started crying on the phone and Jihoon didn't really knew what to say, so he handed it over to Cheol.

He's not the most affectionate person, so over the next couple days he always just made sure to ask her how she was doing. Jihoon would ask her more to come along with him to his studio, figuring she could use the distraction.

lee seokmin

He didn't know how to properly express himself in the situation. On one hand, he was extremely worried about the girl and wanted to see her as soon as possible. But on the other hand, he wanted to be there for the members, especially Cheol, Seungkwan and Chan. He chose the latter and took care of the members, finding their feelings more important than his.

Seokmin was one of the first members to hug her and he cried because he accidentally hurt her a little bit. Like Wonwoo, he mostly just distracted her and didn't mention the accident. ''Yerimie, there are worse things in life. Remember when I accidentally took your underwear? That's one of the worst things that can happen.''

kim mingyu

He just wanted to see her and give her a big hug, but they were stuck at a schedule. The moment he saw her at their dorm, he picked her up and pulled her in the biggest embrace, to which she complained because she still had muscle pain from the accident.

He turned into her personal nurse. Cooking all the food she wanted, giving her a massage if the pain was too strong, carrying her everywhere because he was worried she might hurt herself more. Sometimes she would pretend to be in pain, so he would come and take care of her. After a while he knew, but still took care of her.

xu minghao

Because he and Jun were still in China at the time, they were informed much later than all the rest. He had never been so happy to have heard her voice when they called later that night. He distracted her by telling some stories of them in China, hoping it would take her mind away from the accident.

When they were back in Seoul, he decided to just kind of act like nothing happened, knowing Ming would lowkey appreciate it. Hao would still look out for her, but on a more subtle level than for example Mingyu or Jeonghan.

boo seungkwan

Poor Boo, he immediately assumed the worst and started panicking. He started crying out of relief once he heard she didn't have any major injuries. Seungkwan has always been the member to remind Ming to take care of her health and be kind to her body, so when this happened it really upset him.

He installed an alarm on his phone that would remind him that she needed to take her medication, because otherwise she would most likely forget it herself. Seungkwan would often join Jeonghan and Ming on her trips to the doctor.

chwe hansol

He became quieter than usual, trying to process Cheol's words as he told them about Ming's accident. Vernon attentively listened to the older members and the staff on how they should continue the schedule and eventual updates on Ming and their manager.

Since she couldn't join them on their schedules, Vernon thought it would be an amazing idea to introduce Ming to the wonderful music of Avril Lavigne. He made her an entire playlist of his favourite Avril songs and let her listen to it. At the end of the day, he would ask her what she thought of it and what her favourite songs were.

lee chan

He almost cried hearing the news. The members and staff had to assure him that she was okay and didn't have any major injuries. The first thing he did was calling her, but she didn't pick up because she was still receiving treatment at the hospital. That caused him to freak out, but she called him back not too long after and hearing her voice calmed him down.

Chan sprinted from their car to their dorm as soon as they arrived, wanting to see his best friend and her condition. During their schedules without her, he would send a lot of pictures to her and keep her updated on everything that happened, knowing she hates the feeling of being excluded. Overall, Chan is the bestest friend anyone can have.

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how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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[captainmalewriter]

My Brother

My older brother Antonio has always been the good looking brother out of us two brothers. I'm pretty average looking myself, and I honestly don't mind it. I got the brains, and my brother's got the looks. Not gonna lie though, Tony's a pretty handsome guy.

I definitely see what people mean. Honestly, Tony was one of the reasons I figured out I was gay. Growing up, I just couldn't stop admiring my brother. It wasn't until we were in high school that it finally hit me that I was into dudes. I never came out to my family though. They don't need to know, not until I bring someone home anyway. Until then, I'm happy living the single life. No commitment, no worries.

It was an early summer morning when Tony and I were sitting around on the family couch. We both had come back home to visit our parents for the past month. This was the first time we've ever come home together though, it's usually just me visiting Mom and Dad. Mom has asked Tony why he doesn't come home to visit more often. He said that between college, work, and social life, time just slips way from him. Mom insists he should come home more, but Tony says he wants to enjoy his last year of undergrad to the fullest. Mom didn't push the issue anymore.

I still wonder what exactly Tony does all the time. I'm only in my 2nd year of community college, so I don't know what university life is like, but I imagine you can't be busy 24/7 seven days a week. It just doesn't seem realistic to me.

"You alright bro bro?" Tony asked me, snapping me back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I was just spacing off." I looked around the living room. My gaze rested on the wall clock. "Hey it's almost 12, you gonna head out soon?"

"Yeah, just waitin' for Ma to come home. You know how she gets."

I nodded. He then raised his eyebrow.

"Hey didn't you say you were leavin' for some writer retreat or some shit?"

"The retreat? Yeah... I think I'll leave later though, I miss spending time with you. I almost never see you nowadays."

Tony snickered. "That's gay bro,"

I winced. Tony didn't notice though and kept chuckling for a bit.

"But yeah, sorry about that bro. I've just been busy with college shit, you know,"

"Yeah. I know." I stood up. "I think I'm gonna head out now though, I don't wanna be too late."

"Alright man, catch ya later." Tony didn't get up from the couch. Damn... that kinda hurt, not even a handshake or anything.

I walked to my old bedroom and picked up the suitcase I had sitting by the door. I went back to the living room and made my way to the door. I opened it to leave, but I stopped in the doorway and turned my head around.

"Catch ya later Tony," I said. Tony only responded with a wave. Disappointed, but not surprised.

I went on ahead out of the door, closing it behind me as I left. I then walked to our driveway, and threw away the empty suitcase I was carrying. It was fake. All of it. There is no writer's retreat, that was a lie.

I went around my house to my bedroom window. I left it unlocked so I could sneak back inside. My mom was out of the house, my dad was sleeping, and no doubt Tony would just ignore any noise I might make. 

I crawled in through my window flawlessly. I then walked to Tony’s room down the hall from mine, making sure to make no noise as I did so. I walked into his room and saw his duffel bags packed and ready to go. I took a look around the hallway to make sure Tony wasn’t nearby. Once I made sure, I proceeded to open one of the duffel bags. The duffel I opened was stuffed with clothes, practically ready to burst open. Luckily, I didn’t really need to look for anything specific. I just took out the first pair of swim shorts I saw and threw it onto the pile of dirty clothes Tony kept in his closet. With that part done, I fixed the contents of Tony’s bag as much as I could remember. Though honestly, I half assed it. Tony was never the type of guy to fixate on smaller details. I doubt he’d notice some of his stuff slightly rearranged. 

With everything set, I put the duffel bag on the floor with the flap right open. I stood directly above it, and focused. 

Blue shorts with pink flamingos...

I kept that image in my head and transformed myself into the pair of shorts. I felt myself float in midair for a brief second before falling straight down into the duffel bag. My consciousness was already beginning to fade. A human conscious cannot survive in a clothing vessel for very long, unless it’s being actively worn of course. 

With the last bit of my energy, I folded myself haphazardly the way Tony folds his clothes. I successfully replaced one of Tony’s shorts with myself. Now, I’ll get to see firsthand what Tony does. My vision faded away to black inside the duffel bag.

***

I regained consciousness when I felt a cold spray of water landing on me. I sensed I was being worn. That must’ve brought me back, though I’m not sure for how long I’ve been out cold.

“This water is so fucking cold!!” 

I heard Tony’s voice. Yes! He put me on! Just as planned.

I could feel Tony’s dick push against the back of me as he moved around under the shower faucet. The water was numbingly cold, but I could feel the very little body heat Tony was exuding. That was enough to keep me warm. 

I almost couldn’t believe I was actually being worn by Tony. This was as close to Tony as I’ve ever been, but I wanted to get even closer. I want to get as close as possible, no matter what. 

I don’t know what happened, but my line of sight shifted upwards. I went from being at crotch level to normal height level. It felt strange. 

I blinked, taking in what I had just felt, when it hit me that I could suddenly blink again. I felt hands touch along the sides of my face, then quickly realized that those hands were my hands! I felt around my face, and noticed I had a jawline that I’ve never had before. Then, it hit me.

“Holy shit! I’m Tony!”

I stood there for a while after I shouted, only moving to comb back Tony’s- er, my hair from all the water running through it. I was really Tony. I went from being myself, to being a pair of shorts, to actually being Tony after he put me on. 

“I am Tony... I. Am. Tony...” I repeated it to myself over and over again until the shock faded. Then, reality began to sink in. A smirk spread across my face when it did. 

“I am Tony.”

“Are you okay?” I heard coming from behind me. I turned around to face some shirtless guy with a look of concern on his face. He was pretty cute too. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” I answered him, but he didn’t seem too convinced. 

“You’ve been swimming all day again, haven’t you? C’mon on, let’s get you out of the sun and back inside.” 

He took me by the arm and began pulling me. He pushed me so that I was in front of him. I had no clue where I was supposed to go. I started walking slowly, hoping whoever he was would walk alongside me and lead the way. I was waiting for that to happen, but it never did. Instead, I felt two hands grab onto my shorts.

“But first, let’s get these ugly ass shorts off you,”

“Wait-!”

I couldn’t stop him in time. He ripped the shorts right off me, sending my consciousness out of Tony and back into the shorts. The shorts hit the floor, and my conscious faded to black again.

***

I felt woozy regaining consciousness again. It’s not a fun feeling, it feels like waking up on a Monday morning after a weekend of nonstop drinking. I’m just glad the nausea, although intense, fades within a minute or so.

“Nice! Now move your arm down and give me a smile!”

I heard a voice talking. It was not Tony. I don’t know who was wearing me, but it wasn’t Tony. Fuck. 

I needed to get my bearings again. I forced my conscious into whoever was wearing me, taking control of their body. I was back to normal eye level, and the first thing I noticed was Tony posing for a poolside photoshoot.

Goddamnit big bro, there you go being the sexy brother again. 

“Alright, I’ve got some nice shots so far. Take 5 and I’ll be back for some more.” The photographer said to Tony. Tony nodded to them, and they left the pool area. Tony’s focus then went straight to me. It honestly caught me off guard. He was smiling as he crept further into the pool, his finger beckoning me to come to him. I did so and followed him into the water. I got close to him, only for him to pull me in even closer.

“Thanks for being here for my first shoot Boo Bear,” Tony said, right before giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I know you hate those shorts but it was the only spare I had. I'm just so glad you're here with me."

He then put his arms around me and pulled me into him for a hug. I hugged him back, as tight as I could. I felt his hands slither down my back and onto my ass, then giving each cheek a squeeze. I moaned into his ear, and I could hear him chuckle.

“I’m so grateful to have a supportive boyfriend like you,” he kissed me again. The second one was longer than the first, and this time I kissed him back. Tony was such a great kisser, and with strong arms like his, I wish I could've stayed in his embrace forever.

The sheer bliss of kissing Tony distracted me from the fact that Tony was kissing another guy, and his boyfriend no less! No wonder Tony would rather be at college than at home. I'd do the same.

"Yesss," I heard a camera shutter. "Lemme get some shots of the two boys in love!"

The photographer kept snapping away. Then, when I noticed a pause from the photographer, I quickly placed my hands on Tony's temples and pulled him in for a kiss. I caught him off guard, but he caught up right away, even slipping in a little tongue this time.

I could hear the camera snapping in front of us, but honestly I didn't care.

"I love you," Tony said as he nuzzled himself into my neck. I held him tight in my arms, and nuzzled my cheek against his cheek.

"I love you too, Tony."

[warmblanketwhump]

flight plan

disclaimer: this takes place in pre-you-know-what times - if you’re actually sick, do not do what B does here. alright, on to the suffering :)

Back when B booked their flight, the 4 am boarding time and 2 layovers seemed like a great exchange for saving a few hundred dollars while flying across the country. But now, with a head that feels like it was stuffed with cotton, a gate change that forced their leadened body to trek across the entire airport, and an additional 3-hour delay before their final 4-hour flight, they were beginning to question their penny-pinching ways.

In a nearby terminal, a fussy infant screamed, and it took everything for B not to scream back at them: I hate it here too! Their nerves were frayed, their whole body ached to the bone, and their head felt like it was in a vise grip.

It hadn’t felt this bad this morning - heck, they wouldn’t have left if they’d felt this bad - but the changing cabin pressure and constant temperature shifts from hot, stuffy terminals to icy planes were wreaking havoc on their poor, rapidly sickening body. They’d been up for 18 hours. And now, they had no choice but to ride it out and power through the last leg. They hug the paper cup of tea they’d grabbed at a nearby cafe close to their chest, trying to hold back their frustrated tears.

They just wanted to be home.

B shifts on the hard terminal seat as they wrap up a third agonizing hour of waiting, willing the passengers ahead of them to board more quickly so they could just get home to A, who they’d been missing all week. But the miserable minutes ticked by, and B kept having to blow their tender nose with their precious (and dangerously dwindling) travel pack of tissues. As they massage their aching sinuses, B feels a tap on their shoulder. Turning, they recognize a fellow passenger from their previous flight extending another full pack their way.

“Here. You need these more than I do.” They extend the gift, and B gratefully accepts. The stranger nods, and heads back to their luggage to wait out the boarding process.

After what feels like an hour, B’s group is finally able to board the flight. From their boarding pass, they knew they’d be stuck in the middle seat, but their heart lifts a bit when they see their Kleenex-wielding savior in the aisle seat next to theirs, who waves and gives them a small smile as they let them through. On the window seat side, a sour-looking individual scans them up and down, raising an eyebrow when B coughs roughly in their elbow.

“Sorry…” B sniffles. The sour-faced person rolls their eyes and turns their attention to the window, and B shrinks in their seat, embarrassed.

“Just want to be home, right?” Their aisle friend smiles sympathetically, and B nods weakly. “I know the feeling. Name’s C.”

B introduces themselves, and the two make amicable small talk during the pre-flight checklist, finding out that they both called their destination city home. As the plane takes flight, B winces - the pressure change makes their head ache, and their sinuses feel like they’re going to explode, along with their ears. The dry air of the plane irritates their chapped nose, and they close their eyes and grip the armrest till their knuckles bleach, trying to breathe through the pain and praying it doesn't get worse.

It gets worse. On top of their pounding head and runny nose, B discovers like all the other planes, this one's an icebox. Once they reach cruising altitude, B apologetically shuffles by C to head to the bathroom, hoping that by some chance it’s warmer in there. In the dim light, B’s stares at their haggard reflection – their feverish eyes are glazed and watery, their raw nose is bright red, and their peaked face is wan and drawn, coated with a sheen of sweat. Hopefully A would still recognize them, they thought humorlessly.

The bathroom is just as frigid, and B’s stuck with a stream of lukewarm water that barely heats their cold hands. Back in their seat, the throbbing headache continues to build behind their eyes, and their throat desperately cries out for something to drink.

As if they could hear their thoughts, C leans over and pulls a small bottle of water from their personal bag. “The flight attendants came by with drinks while you were up - figured you could at least use some water.” B gratefully accepts and murmurs their thanks, and the cool water feels like heaven as they gulp it down.

After, B pulls the paper-thin flight blanket up to their chin - at this point, they didn’t care what the travel magazines said about how dirty they were. But it’s no use. The cold plane air sinks into their aching bones, and their body shivers to make up the difference. They close their eyes and wriggle around in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position that still allows them to curl up and get warm while exhaling as few germs as possible – and if there's any mercy at all, to fall unconscious for the next 3 and a half hours.

“Will you stop?” The window passenger glares at them. “It’s bad enough you brought your germs on here. But now you can’t even sit still?” Tears pricked at B's eyes - being sick always made them more sensitive - but before they can squeak out an apology, C leaps to their aid.

"Lay off," C snaps. "Can't you see they don't feel good?" The other passenger huffs indignantly, and presses closer to the wall of the plane. C's eyes don't leave them, and they stretch their hand out tentatively toward B. "May I?"

B nods, letting their eyes close, and C gently lays a cool hand across their forehead, clicking their tongue at the heat. "Well, I've definitely flown with healthier seatmates than you." B tries to laugh, but a cough seizes their lungs, and they double over to try and contain it as best they can as C gently rubs between their shoulder blades. When they finally catch their breath, they rest their head on their knees, exhausted from the exertion. From their prone position, B checks their watch. 3 hours and 26 minutes to go.

I'm going to die.

Slowly, B sits up and stiffly straightens their blanket with as little movement as possible. A draft floods their section of the plane, and B longingly eyes C’s unopened blanket tucked in the seat pocket, trying to quiet the incessant chatter of their teeth.

“You cold?” C frowns.

“Freezing,” they whimper through clenched teeth. “And I hurt all over and I just want to go home and I miss A and I’m so tired.” They didn’t mean to break down, but two twin tears slip from their eyes as they try to stop their lip from quivering.

C’s quiet for a moment, then stands to rustle around in the overhead compartment, and returns with a small bundle.

“Lean back,” C gently commands, and A obeys and closes their eyes. They’re immediately draped in warmth, and open their eyes to see a thick, fleece-lined jacket being tucked over them, along with a soft travel blanket over their legs. They try to protest, but C shushes them.

“Being sick is already miserable without being stuck in a tin can in the sky. Besides, these flight blankets suck." C gives B's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and B nearly melts at the touch.

“And look, if you don’t want to, it’s fine - you don’t know me - but you can use my shoulder if you want to try and catch some sleep.”

In any other moment B would be mortified, but they're so spent that they just nod weakly and surrender to the offer of comfort. C pulls their unused blanket out and folds it into a sort of pillow, clicking the armrest down between them, and B collapses onto them in a boneless heap. Sleep tugs at the edge of their vision, but there's one lingering question on their mind.

"C? Why....why are you helping me? You've been nothing but kind and you don't even know me."

C's quiet for a moment. "Last year, I tried to do the same thing you're doing – power through an 8-hour flight home with a blossoming case of pneumonia. Cough, chills, headache, the works. About 2 hours in, I was about ready to jump out of the plane." They chuckle lightly, but B hears the wistful note in their voice. "It was absolutely miserable, and all I wanted was someone to hold my hand and tell me it’d be okay.”

C turns to look at B. "But nobody did. Not a single soul. So I vowed that if ever I found myself in a position someday to help somebody home, I’d do it.”

The words are so achingly comforting and desperately sad, so soft and generous and B feels like they should say something, affirm that yes, helping a random sick passenger was damn close to sainthood. But instead, sleep wins over, and they nestle closer to C as they tumble into a soft, dreamless sleep.

it feels like they’re asleep for minutes, but when C nudges them gently, they realize that they’re descending. They’re home.

The wheels skid on the runway, and the journey off the plane is a blur of sound and color and too-bright lights. B is only vaguely aware of C’s arm around their waist, guiding them through the crowd and to the baggage claim area. They must have told C which suitcase is theirs, because they blink twice and it magically appears at their feet.

“C’mon now, B. Almost there.” C gently guides them forward, and B wills themselves to power through the final few minutes.

“Do you see A anywhere?” C asks, squinting through the crowd of people. B can barely focus their eyes, and they’re losing hope, when all of a sudden - they see them. A. Holding a small paper sign with B’s name and a stuffed animal with a small red heart in their arms, waving wildly. They’re beaming, but the smile falls from their face as they see what condition B’s in.

“B - what happened? Are you okay?” B can barely whisper A’s name, and A pulls them into a hug, gently whispering reassurances, that they’re home and safe.

“Bit of a rough flight, but B hung in there,” C smiles, passing B’s suitcase to A. “They’re not feeling too hot, but I think they’ll make it.”

Suddenly, B releases A and stumbles back to C, throwing their arms around them. C’s thrown off balance by the strength of the hug, but manage to compose themselves and pat them gently on the back.

“Thank you,” B whispers. “So much.”

C blushes. “It was nothing. Just don’t forget to pay it forward.”

B squeezes tighter. “You deserved help. You still do.” C says nothing, just swallows tightly, and B feels C’s arms tighten ever so briefly around their waist.

A rush of dizziness floods B, and C gently guides them back to A’s waiting arms, before handing A a scrap of paper. “Listen, it’s none of my business - but can you give me a call in a couple days, just so I know they’re feeling better?”

A takes the scrap and smiles. “Absolutely. It’s the least I can do to thank you for keeping old B from falling apart in public.” B grunts indignantly, almost asleep again, and A strokes their hair and smiles.

They make it back to the car, and A manages to maneuver a limp B into the passenger seat, tucking them in and cranking the heat on their side. B blinks their eyes open and smiles guilelessly. “Go home now?”

A smiles and presses a soft kiss to their forehead. “Yes, love. We’re going home now.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - Long Distance

Can you just do something cute and mind meltingly fluffy with Hotch from CM - @whydosnakesnotdance

Waking up to your alarm, you rubbed your eyes and stretched, grabbing your phone you switched it off and unlocked it, checking your notifications.

You saw that you had a few texts, so you clicked on them and smiled brightly.

Aaron: hey darling, I know it’ll be really early for you but I just wanted to say good morning.

Aaron: also I can’t wait to see you soon, I hope you have a safe trip! I’ll meet you at the arrival gate.

You smiled even more and quickly typed out your reply.

You: Hey hotstuff, I’ll be leaving within the next hour, I’ll let you know when I’m at the airport!

Setting your phone down, you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower before making some food.

You were beyond nervous but excited to see our boyfriend again. You’d been dating for a few year now, but you still lived on the other side of the country, since he wanted to take things slow.

Humming, you downed your drink, and headed back to the bedroom, double checking everything, you picked your phone up once more.

Aaron: good, thank you. I’ve got to go back to work now but I love you.

You: love ya too!

Stuffing your phone into your pocket, you grabbed your suitcase and headed to the door, checking over your apartment, you grabbed your keys and left.

You grabbed a taxi to the airport and getting through all the security as a breeze. You were able to board your flight since the gates had just opened and when you took off the nerves started to get to you again.

Yeah you guys had been dating for a year, but you’d only seen each other a handful of times. He came to your town on a case, it’s where you met him and you guys hit it off right away.

When he left, you guys kept in touch, and you went to see him. That’s when you got together, then a few months after that he came to visit you. Now you’re going to visit him again.

This time you’d be meeting his son Jack, and that’s what was making your nerves worse. You didn’t want jack to dislike, or think that you’d be trying to take his dad away from him.

Looking out the windows, you watched the clouds below you go by, the early morning light guiding your way.

You slept for a few hours, and woke up just in time for the decent.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped off the plane and made your way through all the hallways, heading to the belt you grabbed your suitcase and made your way towards the final gate.

The thing standing between you and your boyfriend.

Cautiously you walked through, eyes slowly scanning around. You took your phone out but there was no text from Aaron, so you slowly started to wonder around.

That’s when you saw him, running through the crowd, he was looking around frantically and his eyes finally landed on you.

A grin spread across both your faces and he jogged over, you let go of your luggage and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you held onto him tightly.

“Hey Aaron...” you whispered.

Aaron placed a kiss to the side of your head and buried his face into the crook of your neck as he set you down.

“Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late.”

Laughing softly, you shook your head and pulled away, giving him the biggest smile you could.

“It’s fine! You’re a busy man!”

“Thanks for always understanding (Y/N).”

You leant yo and gently pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling away. You went to grab your suitcase but he quickly beat you to it.

One hand holding your suitcase, the other carefully took yours and laced your fingers with his.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly.

“Ready as after, I’m looking forward to spending the next week with you.”

“So am I, Ive got the week off unless an urgent case comes through, but other than that, I’m all yours.”

“Good! First plan is sleep!”

“You’re in the city and you want to sleep?” He asked with a laugh.

“I wanna sleep in my boyfriends arms, and you can’t stop me.”

Both of you laughed and you grinned up at him before going back to looking around. Aaron looked down at you, a huge smile spreading across his face.

Leaning down, he kissed your head and pulled you a little closer to his side