#most of the time i have no idea how to comfort them

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　HANDS BETWEEN MY THIGHS | BLURB

─ ⋆౨ৎ˚ matt sturniolo x reader

summary: where matt left his hands between Y/N's legs to warm them up for too long.

The drive home was quiet, save for the soft hum of the road beneath Chris’s steady hands on the wheel. The morning had been long, spent in back-to-back meetings, and planning their next tour. Locations, themes, games, merch drops... it had been hours of brainstorming, debating, and writing down ideas until their brains felt like mush.

Chris, somehow still buzzing with energy, was the only one who hadn’t completely shut down.

"I really think we should do anonymous confessions during the shows. I’m telling you, that idea is gold." He said, gripping the steering wheel with way too much enthusiasm for how tired everyone else was.

Nick, slumped in the passenger seat, barely lifted his head.

"Chris. No."

Chris groaned.

"Bro, why do you fucking hate fun-"

In the backseat, Y/N barely acknowledged their bickering. She was curled up comfortably, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok. But most of her attention was on Matt, who had spent the last ten minutes slowly melting into her side.

His body sat slouched between the left and middle seat, his long lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his eyes open, his head tilting towards Y/N before he just gave in completely, leaning into her warmth.

Without looking away from her screen, a small smile curved on Y/N's lips as she adjusted, allowing him to curl into her more comfortably. His arms looped lazily around her waist, and his face nestled into the crook of her neck.

She ran her fingers gently through his soft curls, pressing a featherlight kiss to the top of his head, the smell of his shampoo filling her nostrils.

"You tired, baby?" She murmured, her voice soft.

Matt hummed against her skin in response, a quiet, content noise. Y/N smiled, resting her cheek against his hair, pausing the video that was playing on her screen.

"Was a heavy day, yeah?"

He let out a sleepy chuckle, his arms tightening around her.

"Mm... S’nice." He slurred, already half-asleep.

The car’s AC hummed lightly, and despite the summer season, today had been oddly chilly. The contrast between the cool air and Y/N’s body heat must have been noticeable because after a few seconds, Matt shifted again.

Y/N glanced down, watching as he loops one arm beneath her thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just below the curve of her ass before sliding between her legs, long fingers pressed between the denim of her jeans, seeking warmth.

She smiled, resting the base of her hand holding her phone over his tattooed arm.

"Cold?"

Matt just hummed again, nuzzling deeper into her, burying his nose in her skin, a puff of warm breath following.

"Mm. Better now."

Chris and Nick’s conversation blurred into background noise, their voices distant as Matt fell deeper.

Y/N let him be, letting him steal her warmth, letting him rest, letting him exist against her in the way he always did, and continued scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing down at the boy curled against her.

Minutes passed, and by the time they pulled into their driveway, Matt was fully asleep; fingers twitching slightly between Y/N's thighs from time to time and back raising and falling slowly with his deep breathing.

Y/N sighed, locking her phone and dropping it inside her purse above her feet, glancing down at Matt. Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair again, pressing another kiss to his head.

"Matt." She whispered, her voice sweet and soothing. "Baby, we’re home."

Matt barely stirred, letting out a quiet, sleepy hum but making no move to wake up.

Y/N’s lips curled into a small smile, brushing her fingers through his hair again.

"C’mon, sweetheart." She murmured, pressing her lips to his head. "We can go to our room, and you can go right back to sleep."

Another groan, low and muffled against her. But this time, he shifted, his body stretching lazily as he blinked up at her, his gaze heavy with sleep. His face was soft, relaxed, and Y/N swore she’d never get over how utterly angelical he looked when he was this tired.

She kept rubbing slow, absentminded circles against his back as she leaned down to grab her purse, feeling as Matt fully sat up, his hands coming up to rub at his face, fingers dragging down as a yawn escaped his lips.

But as she glanced at him again, just to make sure he hadn’t slipped back into sleep, her gaze landed on his hands, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Matt, what-" She reached out, frowning slightly as her digits brushed over his skin, tracing the pale red imprints that covered his hand. The marks were deep, clear outlines left behind from where he had clung to her denim-clad thighs in his sleep.

Matt, still halfway in dreamland, blinked in confusion, his sluggish brain taking a moment to catch up. He looked down at his hands, flexing the fingers, eyes widening slightly at the sight.

"Damn." He mumbled, voice rough and groggy. "Had the greatest nap ever, apparently."

Y/N let out a laugh, warm and sweet, shaking her head as she smoothed her hands over his, her thumbs rubbing gently over the imprints.

"I mean, you were holding onto me for dear life." She teased, pressing a playful kiss to his knuckles. "Didn’t realize I doubled as your emotional support pillow."

Matt smirked sleepily, turning his hand over so he could link his fingers with hers, his grip lazy but firm.

"You do. Best one I’ve ever had."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Right." She squeezed his hand gently before finally reaching for the door handle. "Alright, come on, sleepy. Let’s get you inside before you fall asleep on me again."

Matt hummed, clearly not opposed to that idea, but he let her pull him along anyway.

A/N: This work is mine, and I don't authorize plagiarism; copy or "inspiration"!

─ ୨୧ ! all the love, L 🤍

[captainclickycat]

Whoops turns out I have Further Thoughts on this.

So, here's the thing. We could argue a lot about whether or not characters in horror films make stupid decisions and how it depends on the individual film and what have you all day long. And I'm sure we could come up with a few examples on either side of the argument.

But I think there's a broader point here which is that when people say "what if there was a horror movie that featured a convenient and straightforward way for the characters to get out of trouble without making any sacrifices along the way, so they did that and were fine, the end", and especially when they present this as some kind of refreshing new take on the genre...

Well, aside from the fact that this would make for a very boring and disappointing story for anyone who actually wanted to watch a horror film, it has the same energy as those people who are presented with moral dilemmas as a thought exercise and get fixated on "what if there was a way to stop the trolley and save all six people" "what if you could replace the Omelas kid with a robot" and so on. It's a copout, and it really does come off more like they're balking at the idea that suffering is sometimes unavoidable, that sometimes there are no easy answers and any decision you make comes at a cost.

It reminds me of this other post that was going round a decade or so ago, where the title was something like "horror movies for our generation" and the gist of the whole thing was essentially "if millennials were in a horror movie scenario we'd be able to fix everything and save ourselves straight away because we're so smart and progressive and have the best resources!" (Which to add a bit of extra context was clearly pushing back against a lot of the "millennials are stupid children who don't know how to do anything" think piece discourse that was floating around at the time) and a lot of people in the notes (possibly even including me, at the time) going "omg I need this!! I'd watch the shit out of this!!" which, when you think about it, is really weird when you acknowledge that the scenarios being described were essentially just "what if something that claimed to be a horror story actually just had no plot."

The idea of a horror story where the characters make sensible, realistic, understandable decisions is potentially a great premise (and again, there are plenty of existing horror stories that already meet that criteria.) Crucially, though, that can't be enough to get them out of trouble, at least not instantaneously.

If you could avoid getting lost in the scary woods just by using your trusty functioning gps tracker, there would be no story. So in an actual horror story, the gps wouldn't work, or it would be hijacked by some sinister entity and end up landing the characters right back where they started, or lead them further into danger. The characters happen to have the exact right combination of personalities and skillsets to instantly defeat the monster and go home? Well, first of all that's just dumb luck, and second of all that can't work right away either. There would be a different monster that they can't defeat so easily, or they simply don't have enough information or opportunity for most of the story to be able to actually use their collective skills against it. You managed to evade the killer and get out of the creepy log cabin unharmed? Congratulations. Your best friend is still in there, though, and they might be injured. Are you comfortable leaving them behind and hoping they can fend for themself while you get away? What if it's your child? Sometimes the "stupid" decision is the one you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't make.

I'm going to give the "cozy romance" person props because at least they're honest about the fact that they don't actually want a horror story, and at least the story they're proposing would actually have a plot, just not a horror one. I can see where their thought process was going; there is something cool about the idea of a secret secondary plot going on in the background that the protagonist managed to narrowly avoid, that we can put the pieces together about if we pay close enough attention. (It's not the best example, there are undoubtedly better ones, but it reminds me a bit of Shaun of the Dead where we get these hints that there's a doppelgänger squad running around in the background, and it seems like just a one-off joke until one of them shows up at the end with the military in tow.)

But the thing about that example and a lot of the other ones is that there's eventually a payoff. Ultimately it does affect the protagonists in some way, even if it's sometimes a subtle way. And there's something sort of weird, and just a little jarring, about the idea of reading a story where you're sort of vaguely aware that horrible things are happening to some poor bastard in the background, and your only takeaway from that is supposed to be "oh well, sucks to be them. Let's continue to enjoy watching these Sensible people kiss! Yay!" Apart from maybe being a cool sort of easter egg, what exactly is the point of this subplot, besides imparting the profoundly unsatisfying message of "you can easily avoid danger and have a wonderful life if you're just smart and sensible enough!" when that's so often and so tragically untrue in real life.

And that's why I feel like this would be a much better premise if the horror eventually caught up with the protagonist. Because sorry folks, but escaping the genre unscathed is too easy and too unsatisfying. It has to at least be a challenge, or there's no story worth reading.

You can't just replace the Omelas kid with a robot.

people are so mean about horror movie victims like. sorry but if i had gone to a cabin in the woods with my friends as a teenager you couldn't have stopped us from reading aloud from the evil tome. how were they supposed to know the ancient curse was real they're like 17

[moonstruckme]

Here’s my idea for Spencer and intern!reader if you’d be so kind to write it <3 something like Spencer comforting reader after she saw/experienced something rough and is trying not to show emotion bc she thinks that’s what being on the team is

Thank you for requesting!

cw: crime scene, no descriptions but there is a body and the killing is discussed in vague terms, nausea, reader is a bau intern but also an adult

Spencer Reid x intern!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You’re all bottled up. Spencer should be listening to the police officer telling them about witnesses who discovered the victim, but you’re distracting him. You’re breathing deep and slow, intentionally, and your gaze flickers between the cop and the body like you’re not sure which deserves your attention more. Your skin looks waxy in the morning light. 

Spencer is able to step away fairly easily, leaving JJ and Morgan with the officer as he grasps your elbow to pull you with him. 

Closer, your breaths are audibly stilted. “What’s up?” you ask, sounding remarkably composed despite how your eyes are still moving between Spencer and the victim. 

He walks you away from the crowd, back towards the SUV. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” 

You say it too fast. Spencer watches you realize this, and in the same moment you know of course he has too. 

Still, he says gently, “You look like you’re going to faint. If you are, it’s better if you tell me.” 

You reach the SUV. Spencer opens the passenger side, expecting you to sit in the seat to steady yourself, but you only take refuge behind the door. Away from the eyes of the rest of the team, you close your eyes, sucking in another deep breath. 

“I’m not going to faint,” you say on the exhale. This time, with enough conviction that Spencer believes you. “I’m really sorry, I just—I feel sort of sick.” 

“That’s okay,” he murmurs. 

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine in a minute.” 

“Do you want some water?” Spencer reaches into the glove box to find an unopened bottle. “Here, drink small sips of this.” 

“I’m okay,” you say, twisting the cap off to do as he says. 

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he offers. “I know it’s not your first crime scene, but it can be disturbing, the things we see. You know, for most people, even smelling a dead body without seeing it is enough to…” He slows when he can hear his team groaning at him in his head. Spence, JJ would say, in her fond and motherly way, not helping. “...to…well, you know. It’s a lot.” 

You give a little laugh. Fortunately, you seem not to be affected by Spencer reminding you of the smell. Unfortunately, you now look closer to tears than vomiting. 

“I know we have to see this stuff all the time.” Your voice is choked down to a whisper, face pointed at the ground. Spencer finds himself leaning closer to hear you. “And I know that none of the deaths are pretty, or…or easy. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to let it affect me.” 

“That’s nothing to be sorry about. We’re all affected.” 

“But you don’t show it.” 

“We have…we have practice. But we all show it sometimes. Some cases are worse for some of us than others.” 

“I guess I just haven’t—” Your voice splinters, and Spencer’s heart does a poor mimicry of the sound. “—haven’t seen one this…intentional yet.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut as two tears streak down your cheeks. You look frustrated and afraid, and even younger than usual. Spencer has his arms around you without knowing how he got there. 

He understands what you mean. The cases you’ve worked so far have been awful in their own ways, but this killer took his time in a way the others didn’t. He left his victim mutilated, torn apart with a cold-hearted meticulousness that would be enough to horrify even the most seasoned agent. By your anguish, Spencer knows you’ve probably seen it all play out in your mind a dozen times. 

Spencer thinks of himself as an empathetic person. He’s seen some terrible things, but he still tries to meet people, especially people at his job, with compassion and kindness. It doesn’t explain why he’s so startlingly desperate to soothe you. 

He holds the back of your head and keeps you folded into him, his other hand rubbing your back as you take in a wet, shuddering inhale. 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s okay.” 

Your voice is a choked, fraught thing. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry.” 

“I want to be professional.” 

“Sweetheart” —it slips out without him meaning for it to; Spencer ploughs ahead before either of you can think about it— “you’re not being unprofessional. This is…this is what we do. It’s hard sometimes. Everyone here understands that. Everyone on our team has done what you’re doing.” 

Another short, soft laugh, followed by a sniffle. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Is that why you’re so good at this?” 

Spencer pauses. “No, I’m…well, I wouldn’t say I am good at this, actually. I’m glad you think so, though.” 

“Yeah, you are.” You straighten, wiping underneath your eyes with a knuckle. “God, everyone is going to know I cried.” 

He can’t deny that. “They won’t care,” he promises you instead. “No one will ask questions if you don’t want them to. We all get it.” 

“I knew there were some really fucked up people out there,” you say in a small voice. “I just haven’t really thought as much about the people who…” Your gaze shifts, as if drawn by a magnet, through the tinted window of the SUV and back toward the crime scene. Your expression goes haunted. “...who they…” 

Spencer puts his hand to the side of your face. It’s not like him, and your eyes widen at the contact but you let him direct your attention away. Your skin is warm and tacky against his fingertips.

“It might help to sit down for a minute,” he suggests gently. You’re pliable, allowing him to nudge you back into the passenger seat. “Drink some more, okay? Do you still feel sick?” 

You think about it, then shake your head. “Not really.” 

“Let’s wait a bit anyway.” 

You swallow some water. Worry your lip. “You shouldn't have to coddle me.” 

“It’s not coddling,” Spencer says quickly. Too quickly, maybe. Luckily, you’re not as skilled a profiler and you don’t catch him. “It’s okay to step away sometimes. They don’t need us over there right now.” 

“Yeah.” You breathe out. “Yeah, okay. Thank you, Spencer.” 

He gets called lots of things. Spencer is one of them, of course, along with Reid, Spence, Kid, Boy Genius, and sometimes even Professor. None of them sounds as heavy sweet as his name on your lips. 

“We can wait here.” He decides it as it comes out of his mouth. He’ll have to get the details of the crime scene secondhand, might even make a trip to the coroner’s later to inspect the body himself, but in this moment Spencer can’t think of anything he wouldn’t do to make you comfortable. Inconveniences are trivial. “They’ll come find us when they’re ready to go to the station.” 

You look conflicted, your dedication to the team warring with your obvious desire to avoid being near the victim again. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah.” Spencer’s own voice sounds distant as he tries to make sense of the unfamiliar tug in his middle. “I’m sure.”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #55 - Body Chains]

“When you get drunk on a houseparty and sneak away to fuck.”

Genre: married life!AU, houseparty!AU, Smut

Warnings: switch!Kook, switch!Reader, the switching in this is so good, they get drunk together & dance their hearts out, he is so effortlessly attractive, ah yeah they also have a lil roleplay where they pretend to be strangers meeting at the party (they last ten minutes bahhaha), Jungkook’s tiny waist, he wears body chains + a crop top and oiled himself up, I’m literally foaming at the mouth, Wednesday!JK levels of devoted & needy vibes from him, drunk giggles & making out, he is a very giggly and vocal drunk, he is also a goof <3, consensual & mutual drunk sex, thigh riding, dry humping, cumming in her panties, dirty talk, mutual stripping, nipple play & licking for him, whiney Koo <3, a very quick blowjob ofc, the bodychains stay ON during sex, rough penetrative vaginal sex in Mating Press & Deep Missionary, clit play, his chains hit her clit as he fucks her, creampies, sappy & cuddly aftercare, ah yeah they do all that in Tae's bed JFAJDFJ & he has no idea bruh

Wordcount: 9.4k

a/n: this is based on anonie's idea. But listen. this is lowkey a story about his waist jsjsj like i kept thinking of all the dainty waist koo pics which exist and you besties have no idea how feral i feel for his waist like i am OC in this story, this is practically me jjajaja either way, have fun besties 🧡

You are at Jimin’s place today, getting ready for Taeseok’s (that’s how Hoseok and Taehyung like to jokingly call themselves to your friend group) annual summer party. Most of the town’s party folk is going to be there and you have been looking forward to it for weeks. You still remember how you and Jungkook snuck glances at each other when you weren’t a thing yet and how he got jealous of Taehyung “hooking up with you”. Oh times were so much spicier back then. Not that you would ever want to trade the safety and comfort you have with Jungkook these days, but sometimes you miss the sparks of being in the getting to know each other stage.

This is why you are currently at Jimin’s place, while Yoongi is at your place. You and your best friend are going to go to the party together, while Yoongi and Jungkook will go there as a duo. You plan on meeting each other there and pretending to be strangers meeting for the first time.

The plan is perfect and so sexy.

Jimin is singing loudly, dancing to the song on the radio as he is putting on his eyeshadow. You sit on the floor in front of the mirror, busy with your own eye makeup. You join him in song every now and then, dancing in your seating position and laughing loudly whenever Jimin twerks way too aggressively.

Your days of youth might have passed already, but mentally you still feel like a late teen getting ready with your best friend for the best night ever. Especially this year around where you pretend to get ready to meet “your potential new boyfriends” at the party. Oh it is so much fun to play this silly little game of pretend.

You and Jimin already shared a bottle of sparkling wine, feeling giggly drunk.

“What do you think? Red or peach?” Jimin asks, holding up different kinds of blushes against his cheeks.

“None of them. Pink. It fits with the top.”

“You know what? You are so right, girly”, Jimin says and switches the blush to a pink one. He smiles so his cheeks stick out and applies a generous amount on his face. You busy yourself with applying mascara, pulling a silly face for it.

Jimin finishes first, posing in the mirror.

“Do you think that there’s gonna be cute boys at the party?” he asks for the sake of the roleplay.

“I hope so. I really wanna make out tonight.”

“Yes god, that would be so much fun. I wanna grind on a cute boy. I’m not gonna stop until he’s hard.”

“Of course you won’t. God bitch, you’re such a whore.”

“I so am”, Jimin agrees and turns to dance to his jewellery stand. He drinks from the bottle as he does, singing to the song whenever he can.

You are almost done with your makeup. Only your lips are missing now. Then a quick touch up of your hair and you can stand up.

“What do you think?” you ask, pulling a pose.

Jimin studies you from head to toe.

“Biiitch you look hot dot com. I bet the boys are gonna fight for your attention.”

“Thank you, thank you. I tried.”

“Well you definitely nailed it. You look sexy as fuck”, Jimin says and holds up two pairs of earrings, “left? Right?”

The left is a pair of silver sterling hoop earrings. The right is silver as well, but two studs with a white gemstone in the middle.

“Left. Definitely. The right ones are way too boring.”

“Good choice”, Jimin says and looks at the small stand mirror, “I’m so excited, seriously. Taeseok’s summer parties are always so much fun.”

“I know, right? I’m already so curious about DJ Tete”, you snicker at the name, “I wonder how he’s gonna do.”

“I bet he’s gonna be awesome. What’s the time by the way?”

You check your phone. A picture of you and Jungkook is looking back at you. He is leaning in and kissing your cheek while you are smiling into the camera. Your heart flutters. You are so excited to see him at the party.

“___?”

“Huh?” you let out, meeting Jimin’s eyes.

“The time. Girl, did you just stare at your screen?”

“Sorry, I looked at the pic”, you say, showing him your lock screen, “he’s so handsome. We went on a beach walk with Bam when we took this pic. God, I love this man so much.”

Jimin chuckles, “hey, pretend. Girl, you don’t know him yet. You’re single and ready to mingle.”

“Yeah right. Ah shit, I forgot”, you whine.

Jimin laughs, “that’s fine, I get you. I keep wanting to text Yoongi updates on my outfit. You think they’re almost ready too?”

“Yeah probably. Kook’s been planning his outfit all week. He didn’t let me see it even once. I’m going crazy because I wanna know what he picked out.”

“Same, oh my god”, Jimin exclaims, “Yoongi’s been locking his office since Wednesday ‘cause he has his outfit in there. I’m going crazy. I need to see him or I might pass away.”

“I feel you, god”, you groan, throwing your head back in frustration, “what do you say, should we text them that we’re ready already?”

“No”, Jimin snatches your phone away, “pretend. We’ll meet them at the party. Maybe, wink wink.”

“Fine urgh”, you give up, “now give me back my phone and let me have a sip as well.”

Twenty minutes later, you are in front of Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s place. Hoseok opens the door for you, greeting you with his brightest heart shaped smile. He is in jeans shorts and a neon green crop top which really showcase his defined ab-lines. He matches his nails to the shirt.

“Look at you guys. I’m so happy that you could come”, he cheers and hugs you tightly. The masculine scent pf his cologne tickles your nose.

“Of course we’d come. Your summer parties are the highlight of the year”, you tell him.

“Yeah dude, we’ve been looking forward to it for months”, Jimin says, hugging him.

Hoseok steps back with a squeaky giggle, looking happy about the praise.

“What can I get you?”

“We’re gonna look around for a little if that’s okay. Is Tae already playing DJ?”

“Not yet, he’s by the pool with Joon and Jin.”

“Nice, we’re gonna say hey.”

“You sure that you don’t want me to get you something?”

“Fine, get us your special cocktail. I know you have something brewing.”

Hoseok grins, “that’s what I like to hear”, he says and hurries away in happy skips.

You and Jimin make your way outside to the pool.

Your friends are chatting with each other, holding cocktails. Namjoon and Seokjin are wearing matching fishing shirts, while Taehyung is wearing a fishnet shirt with leather shorts. He spots you first, lifting his hand to wave you over. Namjoon and Seokjin smile, waving as well.

“Hey guys, nice outfits”, you greet them, giving each of them a hug.

“Right? We bought it at a gas station for ten bucks. And look.”

Namjoon and Seokjin do a synchronized twirl, showing off their back. The words “New Dad Alarm” is stitched into the back in neon yellow lettering.

“Why?” you laugh, “you guys aren’t even dads.”

“No, but it’s the vibe that counts.”

“You guys look like a couple of fishing gays celebrating the adoption of their child”, Jimin teases.

“And? It’s the vibe that counts”, Seokjin throws back to which Namjoon snaps his fingers sassily.

“Alright, we’re not gonna stop your fishing gays with an adoptive child vibes”, you joke with a snicker on your lips, “and you? Are you the fishing net to the fishing gays?” you address Taehyung.

“Hey, uncalled for. I’m a hot queer with a nice ass and good tits”, Taehyung says.

“You really are”, you say, nudging his cheek, “sorry, you know that I was only being a dick right now?”

“I do. It’s fine, I know I look hot.”

You snicker, agreeing with a nod of your head. Hoseok appears by your sides with his signature cocktails. He hands each of you a glass, then sits down next to Taehyung.

“Where are your husbands?” he asks.

“Actually, we’re single today”, Jimin says.

“What are you guys playing again?” Seokjin asks with a knowing look in his eyes.

“We’re pretending not to know each other so we can hit each other up”, you explain your perfect plan to which Jimin snickers and nods his head.

“And you guys wanna judge our fishing gays vibes.”

“Hey, we weren’t judging. You guys rock the look”, you defend yourself and take a sip of the cocktail. It tastes sweet with a hint of coconut at the end, “the cocktail’s amazing. Wow.”

“Thanks, I worked on the recipe for a week. Tae and I solely consumed cocktails this week.”

“Really?”

“No, he’s being dramatic. There were a lot though”, Taehyung says and sips on his cocktail, moving his head to the music as he does.

It isn’t long and you find yourself in the kitchen with Jimin. If there is one thing you and your best friend are, it is party alcoholics. You rarely drink in your daily lives, but love getting drunk when going out. It is only natural for you and him to get yourselves another drink once the cocktail was empty.

It is Jimin’s turn to mix the drinks. Taehyung’s current boyfriend is still DJing, filling the beach mansion with bassy techno music. You move to the sound of it, scanning your eyes over the crowd.

Hoseok and Taehyung really know a lot of people. There are faces present which you have never seen before and you have been coming to these parties ever since you were sixteen and Hoseok threw them in his parent’s basement.

It is impressive how there are still new faces each year. Your eyes halt. Wait a damn minute, you know this face. And you know this face too!

“They’re here.”

“What?” Jimin’s head snaps up. “Where?”

“There. Entrance.”

“I can’t see.”

“Girl, there” you say and take Jimin’s hand to drag him closer to the entrance area.

“Oh there! Holy fuck. Oh my fucking god, look at them”, Jimin gasps, grasping your arm for support.

You agree with him. Jungkook has never looked hotter before. He is wearing black skin-tight jeans with a black belt. He paired a very small crop top to it. Silver body chains peak out from underneath it, accentuating the paths of him. Judging by how glowy his honey skin is, he oiled himself up. Holy fuck indeed. It takes everything inside you not to storm to him and instantly take him.

Jimin is having just as much of a hard time. Yoongi is also wearing black skinny jeans and combines a cropped t-shirt and a black choker with it. His belly button piercing peaks out from under the hem of the tanktop, his black tattoos are exposed as well. He seems to have oiled up his toned arms.

“Girl sorry, but I need to have this man”, Jimin says and abandons you to run to Yoongi.

Yoongi, who clearly wanted to roleplay, gets surprised as Jimin flings himself around his neck and kisses him deeply.

Jungkook launches to the side in surprise, gawking at them. Yoongi stumbles at first but soon catches his rhythm, grabbing Jimin’s ass greedily as his lips melt with his’.

Seconds later, Jimin collides with the wall and Yoongi slams his hand on said wall above his husband’s head. Another second later, you can see tongue. Lots of tongue.

Well there go your plans of pretending to be strangers. You huff out air in frustration, pouting. Jimin could have at least tried to control himself.

Jungkook looks away from the violently making out couple, scanning his eyes over the crowd in search of you.

Maybe you could still pretend. It isn’t too late yet.

He meets your eyes. Your heart skips a beat. He is looking at you like a golden retriever having spotted his owner. Seriously, if he had a tail, he would wag it vigorously right now.

He abandons Jimin and Yoongi, making his way to you through the crowd.

You let him think that you will wait for him until he is just a few steps away. His eyes are sparkling like crazy, his lips are curled into a giddy smile.

You turn your back to him and flee into the kitchen. You can’t see his reaction, but you know for a fact that confusion and offense are both on his features.

You hope that he is following you. You swerve past a few people once in the kitchen. Your goal is to get a drink. Vodka with some orange juice as mixer. It’s honestly not a good drink, but it gets the job done.

You are in the midst of pouring in the orange juice when Jungkook appears by your side.

“Hey there.”

You try to ignore him. Your heart is racing like crazy. This is so exciting.

“Uhm. Hey”, he tries again louder this time around, leaning a little closer in case you can’t hear him.

You give him nothing, despite really wanting to look at him.

“Helloooo”, he singsongs, tapping your shoulder.

“One second”, you tell him and finish pouring the juice. You close the package of juice, putting it back in the fridge. And only then, do you finally turn to look at him. You scan your eyes up and down. Fuck he is so hot. You need to devour him. Not yet. You have to stay strong.

“Hey”, he says one last time, giving you a lopsided smirk.

“Hey.”

“Why did you run away from me?”

“Do I know you?”

Jungkook seems taken aback for a second before realisation lights up his face. He smiles, lowering his eyes playfully.

“Not yet”, he leans against the counter nonchalantly, “but that can change. I’m Jungkook, but you can call me JK if you want to”, he says, offering you his hand to shake.

You eye it, but don’t take it. You sip on your vodka orange, leaning against the counter just as nonchalantly as he does.

“JK you say?”

“Or Jungkook whatever you might prefer. I can also go by yours if that’s more to your taste.”

He makes you laugh. Of course he still got it.

“Mine? Well, that’s ambitious.”

“What can I say, I’m an ambitious dreamer.”

“You definitely are”, you say, running your eyes over his torso.

The crop top is just long enough to it hides his waist in certain angles and exposes it in others. He styled his hair out his face and clearly did his eyebrows. He currently keeps his hair shorter and his sides even shorter. He looks to die for. You need to eat him up. You take a sip of your drink instead, meeting his eyes again. He knows that he is sexy. It is obvious in his eyes.

“You are single, aren’t you?” he asks.

“Why?”

“I’d hate to accidentally hit up someone taken.”

“So you’re hitting me up?”

“As of now, I am.”

You smile, “I’m single, yeah.”

“Really? Wow, I could have sworn that someone like you is already married.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone as beautiful as you. I was sure for a second that someone was already lucky enough to catch your eye.”

“Mhm not yet”, you say, following his body chain until you can study his neck instead, “my eyes are definitely caught right now, though.”

“The feeling’s mutual”, he says, taking a step closer. Just a little one.

You take a step back, feeling tingles of excitement when Jungkook’s eyes darken in the thrill of the chase. He lets out a sexy chuckle, fixing his posture with a roll of his shoulders.

“What are you drinking?” he asks.

“Vodka orange. It’s nasty.”

He laughs, “I can imagine. I’m more of a whisky guy myself.”

“You are?”

“Mhm”, his eyes flit to your lips, “I like the burn.”

Everything inside you tells you to close the distance and kiss him stupid. You need this man like air. Not yet. Let’s play for a little longer.

He seems to struggle too. His eyes keep flitting to your lips and if they aren’t yearning for a kiss, they are on your chest. You purposefully wore a really short and tight dress tonight. It’s definitely working.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“___.”

“You have a really pretty name.”

“Thanks. My parents picked it for me.”

“Your parents seem to have done a lot of things right with your creation.”

You laugh, trying so fucking hard not to call him an idiot. He is so silly and funny and you love him so much.

Jungkook laughs with you, inching closer. You don’t flee this time around, staring at his smile as if it was art. It is.

He puts his hand on the upper corner of the fridge. He is so close like this. His eyes don’t lie. They never could. He is so utterly in love with you even if you pretend to be strangers.

You can’t stop looking at him. Your eyes can’t lie. Even of you tried, they couldn’t. He is the love of your life, even if you pretend to be strangers.

You could never pull off this roleplay perfectly because it’s in your eyes.

And somehow it just makes you and him so excited tonight. To know that even if you were strangers, you were meant to be. The memory of years ago, when you were truly strangers, feels foreign to you and him, but this is what makes it so good. The connection. The memories. The safety and trust you built. The knowledge that once this party ends, you and he can go home together to your doggy son and you can fall asleep cuddling. This is what makes it so fucking good. Knowing that you already found your person.

“So do you live here or are you just visiting?” he asks.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“Really?”

You nod your head. Jungkook laughs in relief, knees buckling as he melts in giddiness.

“I’m so glad. It was so hard to act as if I didn’t know you. How are you, baby? I missed you. Oh my god, you’re so sexy, I can’t stop looking at you. I missed you so much”, he babbles, cradling your cheeks.

You melt into his touch. This is it. This is what matters.

“I missed you too. Let’s never ever do a separate sleepover again.”

“Never. Ever.” He insists, shaking his head.

“At least we held out longer than Jimin and Yoongi.”

“Right”, he looks around the room in search for them, “they’re probably fucking somewhere.”

“A hundred percent they are. Jimin spent like an hour douching. I know cause he told me every detail. I even had to help him wax his ass.”

“This sound like Jimin. But oh my god”, his knees buckle again and he pouts as he talks, “you’re so pretty. I missed you so much, baby. I can’t stop looking at you”, he whines, brushing the back of his hands down your face.

“What should I say? You look so fucking good, holy damn.”

“You like it? I wanted to be really sexy”, he explains and steps back to flex, pulling a dorky face for it.

Of course it makes you laugh because he is the funniest person ever. It also makes you swoon however. His muscles look very good when he flexes even with clothes on.

“What do you think? Do I look sexy to you?” he asks, flexing his arms.

“You look so sexy. I could eat you, I’m serious.”

“Thanks, yeah”, he lets out and finally gives in completely. He giggles, swaying giddly. He drops his head on your shoulder, hugging you against him, “let’s never ever be strangers again, baby.”

“Yeah. Never. Ever.”

He squeezes you and steps back, holding your hand as he talks.

“How was your day?”

“Fun. It was nice acting like teens with Jimin. Yours?”

“Fun too, but I missed you like crazy. I wanted to keep sending you texts.”

“Me too, oh my god.”

He smiles giddily. So he wasn’t the only one going crazy without his other half. He gazes at you, heart racing.

“Are you drunk?” he asks.

“I’m jolly. Why?”

“Because I need to catch up. I’m too sober.”

“Oh? So we’re doing this tonight?”

“Definitely. You and I are gonna get shitfaced.”

“Well if that’s so. Shots. Tequila.”

“Like we did on our first party.”

“Exactly.”

It is Taehyung’s turn to DJ when you and Jungkook finally feel drunk enough to dance. You spent time outside with the others, having to admit your defeat which didn’t come as a surprise to them. Jimin and Yoongi joined about an hour in, looking dishevelled. Nobody dared to comment on their state in fear of Jimin dropping way too graphic details. Taehyung left an hour in to switch places with his boyfriend, while said boyfriend joined the dancing crowd first row.

“Wanna get another drink?” Jimin asks Yoongi.

“Sure, we can get another drink. Seokjin, wanna join?”

“Yes, I do actually.”

Hoseok and Namjoon are playing beer pong by the pool, which leaves you and Jungkook.

“You two wanna join?” Yoongi offers.

You and Jungkook communicate through a look.

“Actually, we wanna go dancing for a bit.”

“Fine with us. We’re in the kitchen.”

And so it happens that you and Jungkook go dancing. Jungkook leaves you for a little while to talk to Taehyung. He seems touchier than normally, which is a telltale sing that he was drunk. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, talking to him whenever he isn’t busy mixing.

You’re all alone on the dance floor, enjoying the music and the feeling of alcohol in your veins. Seriously, you aren’t someone who drinks a lot of booze, but man is it fun to be drunk on a party. Especially when you know that you can dance with Jungkook in the near future.

He taps you on the shoulder. You turn, instantly throwing your arms around him.

“Hey. Ew, sorry”, you startle, flinching away as an unknown man looks at you.

“Wow, I’m trying not to be hurt. You are the first girl who reacts with ew when she sees me.”

“Sorry. I thought that you were someone  else. I just startled, that’s all. You’re not actually ew.”

“I’m not? Thank you. You’re very pretty yourself. I’m Frank and you are?”

“Oh. Oh, no sorry. I think you might have misunderstood something. I’m-”

“Hey, I’m back”, Jungkook thankfully saves the day (on purpose because he watched you from the DJ booth and instantly felt jealous). He puts his arm around your waist, giving Frank a very territorial and dark look.

“Your date?” the stranger asks.

“Husband. We’ve been married for years. We’re very happy”, Jungkook snarls.

“Sorry, my mistake then. You guys have fun”, the stranger is thankfully one of the good guys, leaving with a slightly bruised ego but no complaints.

Jungkook turns to you and nudges your cheek.

“Bad girl. Don’t be so cute.”

“What do you mean?”

“I watched you put your arms around him.”

“Okay but mister then you also saw that I instantly flinched back when I saw that it wasn’t your fine ass”, you snicker, poking him.

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you already have men falling over you. Stop being cute or I’ll have to hide you away in my pocket.”

“Okay, you’re just acting adorable now”, you snicker and put your arms around him, hooking them behind his head. “I can’t help it. I’m born cute. Thankfully, I’m married to someone as strong as you to keep me safe.”

He likes it, scrunching his nose.

“Yeah, that’s right. My wifey”, he says and slides his hands to your hips to hold them.

You begin dancing, looking into the other’s eyes as if the universe itself was in them. And in a sense it was. When you look at Jungkook, you can see your whole universe. When Jungkook looks at you, he can see his whole universe.

“Fuck, I love you. You know?”

“I love you too. Now look at these moves.”

Seconds later you are screaming in laughter as Jungkook gives you his best performance. He comes out of it a little out of breath, looking proud.

“And whatcha think?”

“Amazing, you were amazing.”

He grins, pointing at you.

“Your turn.”

“Watch this.”

Jungkook cheers you on, jumping and laughing on the spot as you give him your best performance.

People always say that it is impossible to actually find someone you can be a hundred percent yourself with. That there will always be parts which just don’t match and you will have to live with it. But these people have never experienced what you and Jungkook have. Nobody else matches your goofy freak as well as he does.

And as you and he have the most embarrassing yet free dance off, the world seems to glow all around you. The people around don’t matter. It is just you and him.

The night continues like this for a long time. You take a short break in the middle of it, going to the kitchen for more drinks and a round of beer pong with the others.

Then Namjoon wanted to go on a drunk beach walk to which Hoseok and Seokjin agreed. You and Jungkook returned back to the dance floor. Well, at least he did because you left for the kitchen first to get more shots.

Jungkook is talking to another woman when you come back. You jump into a full sprint instantly, reaching his side within seconds.

“I got our drinks”, you blurt out, shoving it into his hand.

“Thank you.”

“Is this your friend?” the stranger asks.

“Do we look like friends to you? That’s my husband and he is my pookie wookie and I’m his egg and you are not welcome here because we’re very happy.”

“Urgh fine, message received. Bye”, she says and leaves.

“You” you whip around to him.

“I didn’t do nothing. I swear”, he panics, squeaking when you poke him in the cheek.

“Stop being a cutie pie. I can’t leave you alone.”

He relaxes and snickers, “she approached me. I was trying to tell her that I’m married when you came running.”

“Next time I’m taking you with me. We need a leash for parties.”

“Yes please”, he begs, making puppy eyes. Truly you have the most loyal hubby ever.

And so the night continues. You and he get drunker and dance. Taehyung switched places with his boyfriend again when you and Jungkook officially can’t stay apart anymore.

Well, it is you who starts it. Jungkook is very lost in the music, dancing with his eyes closed and his arms up in the air. The position makes his crop top slip up constantly, exposing his toned stomach. It looks so pretty when he stretches.

Somewhere to your right, Jimin and Yoongi are dancing as well. Well, Yoongi is barely moving while Jimin is grinding on him. Sometimes he playfully slaps his butt which makes Jimin laugh and snuggle closer for a kiss. Which in return makes Yoongi smile and kiss him hungrily. They seem very happy doing what they’re doing.

But you can only look at Jungkook and how freely he dances. His smile. This goddamn smile. It’s so beautiful. The lights hue his body into such beautiful colours. Seeing his stomach flex and relax and the body chains swing just does something to you. The song switches. Jungkook yelps and looks at you.

“I love this song! Fuck, I feel so good”, he laughs, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as the music moves his body again. His smile is even brighter than before, captivating you.

You can’t do this anymore. You are so insanely attracted to him.

You grip his waist and tug him to you. Jungkook lets you, running his eyes up and down your face playfully. He hooks his arms behind your head, swaying his hips to the music because he thinks that you wanted to dance with him. His arms rest on your shoulders like this. He is still smiling. Your attraction to him is unbearable.

You tell him to lean down, which he does.

“You’d also feel good if you were inside me”, you rasp, forcing his knees to buckle and his eyes to go droopy at the same time.

“Holy fuck, baby”, he chokes out and melts closer.

“Mhm I mean it.”

You squeeze his dainty waist, tilting your head so your noses touch.

“Don’t say that. Please. Not here”, he begs.

“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking cute. And sexy”, you say, running your hands along his oiled up sides.

Jungkook tenses and shudders, knees buckling and face dropping to the side of your head. His lips brush your ear, letting you hear the very soft moan your touch elicits.

So you do it again. His waist is dainty enough that you can dance your fingers along his sides and trace his ab-lines with your thumbs at the same time. His tummy is sensitive, which means that he gets very shivery from it.

He even has to reach down and stop your hands from further wandering.

“Please, it’s unfair of you.”

You step closer, letting your lips brush his ear.

“Let’s go somewhere else.”

Jungkook’s head shoots up, his eyes are widened. The music changes to a louder song, making his words silent to you but you know for a fact that he currently exclaims “are you serious?”

You nod your head, squeezing his hands. You mouth back a “are you down?” which you know for a fact is useless because Jungkook sucks at reading lips.

He leans closer, “whatever you just said, I agree with you”, he says against your ear, following it with a needy little sound.

“Then come on.” You say and pull him away from the dance floor. Jungkook follows like a love drunk puppy, only having eyes for you.

You and he manage as far as the kitchen and then Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He grips your face to pull you into a kiss.

“Nuh-uh what are you doing?” you stop him with a finger on his lips. He is but your finger’s width away, looking at you with desperate neediness in his eyes.

“Don’t do this to me”, he croaks, sliding his hands to the back of your neck. “Please, don’t do this.”

“I didn’t give you permission, did I?”

“Baby, please. Can I kiss you?” he is pleading. It’s a panicky reaction, his sad puppy eyes are indicator enough.

“I’m not sure”, you say and slide your finger away.

Jungkook chases you instantly, moaning softly. You move away, make him chase you, deny him the kiss.

Jungkook grips your hip and cups your cheek. The inner corners of his brows lift in a beg.

“Let me kiss you. Please.”

You smile. It’s driving him insane that you are. Your fingers on his chest are doing the rest. His heart is pounding, his skin is so overly sensitive that he swears he can feel your touch through his shirt. He is starved. It’s scrambling his brain not to taste your kiss.

“Please just one kiss.”

You shake your head, moving closer just to deny him again.

“Too many people.”

“Then let's go somewhere else”, he says and takes your hand to pull you away from the crowd. He seems to go straight for the stairs, which are off limits to the guests.

“Wait. What are you doing? Where are we going?”

“Somewhere nobody can disturb us”, he says and leads you upstairs. No guests are allowed upstairs, but you both know that you are an exception.

“But the party’s downstairs. We’re not supposed to be here.”

“I don't care. I need to kiss you.” He twirls on the highest step, walking with his back facing the path. His hands are on your hips, leading you with him. He is giggling, face scrunched in the prettiest smile. “We’re little criminals right now”, he gushes and twirls you.

“Oh god, this is very fast”, you laugh, letting him twirl you as you and he sneak down the forbidden corridor.

There is a wall close to you. Something inside him snaps. Your laugh is the reason for it. Jungkook lifts you so he can press you against the wall. He drops you in front of it, taking your wrists to pin them above your head. He is using one hand for it, using the other to touch your waist.

Like this you are caged in and completely at his mercy, moaning softly because you expected anything but this. You look at him with wobbly knees, finding it hard to breathe.

“But you’re my criminal. Gotcha”, he purrs, following it with a sweet giggle. He is truly the most adorable yet sexy person to ever exist.

“Kook, fuck…”

“Do you wanna find out what happens to criminals when I catch them?” he coos, tugging your wrists further up the wall. He tightens his grip, lowering his head at the same time. All you can see is him. His big arms, his oiled up chest, the silver chains, his playful gaze and styled hair. All you can see is him and the lips you ache to kiss.

“Yeah”, you breathe.

“Too bad I’m not gonna show you. Yet”, he says and lowers your wrists. He still keeps a hold on them, using his grip to tug you with him.

“Wow, I see what you did there”, you grumble, making him giggle and skip along the way.

You follow happily, walking a little wobbly because he just completely ruined you with his show of strength. It’s what you get when you tease him and he pins you against a wall. It’s so hot when he does that.

“I just had to”, he says and opens Taehyung’s room, “in here. Now”, he growls the last word playfully, snickering instantly as he slaps your butt.

Jungkook is a very giggly drunk. Which is the most endearing thing ever because he is so cute when he giggles and snickers his way through life.

You enter the room happily. Jungkook closes the door and locks it. He flips the lights on, looking at you instantly.

Taehyung’s bedroom is reached by three steps and separated into two spacious areas. A living area closer to the door and the sleeping area down the stairs. You are below the steps, Jungkook is still on top of them, looking down at you with starving eyes.

“Now we’re alone”, he says, lowering his eyes dangerously.

Holy fuck, you need him to act soon or else you will pass away.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll be gentle”, he rasps and follows it up with a giggle.

“Fucking hell you drive me insane. Come down here and let me kiss you”, you get out, reaching for him needily. You grab his waist and tug.

Jungkook stumbles down the two steps and falls into the kiss with a needy moan. He cradles your face and kisses you as if he had never kissed you before. Deeply. Passionately. For a long time. Wrongs become rights again, pains become comforts and time passes just a little slower. He is kissing you and it feels so good.

Like this, you pull him closer and closer to the bed until your knees hit the edge of it and you fall. Jungkook doesn’t let you fall harshly, cushioning your head with his hand.

“You’re okay?” he checks on you.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Okay.”

The kiss deepens. Your hands are on his waist again, feeling it up. You are obsessed with it. Actually obsessed. Jungkook is halfway on top your lap, sitting on one of your legs so his knee was right against your pussy.

This is your personal heaven. The pleasure is instant. You moan and grind on him within the first touch. It’s almost an instinct to use his muscular thigh to get off. You’ve done it a million times before and tonight you need it to survive. There is so much painful pressure between your legs, your clit might actually burst and your pussy feels so empty. You need to find relief. Please any kind of relief. You don’t even mind that the position is slightly uncomfortable, that you have to bend and stretch your back so you could reach him. All you take in is the instant relief his thigh gives you.

“What are you doing?” he breaks the kiss breathlessly.

“Kiss me, fucking kiss me”, you rasps and pull him back. You keep one hand on the nape of his neck while the other digs deep into his waist possessively.

“Oh my god”, he is mewling between kisses, “you…humping…my thigh. Oh my…god.”

He digs his fingers into the softness of your hip, pulling you against his hard thigh. He moves closer for it.

Your legs shake, you try to find your sanity but he is keeping your body pinned with just his addictive presence.

“Feels good? Baby…you…like?” he asks and grips the nape of your neck. His thumb still reaches your face, caressing your cheek most tenderly. It is a reminder how much he treasures you. That his heart beats only for you.

“Like it so much.”

He lifts his leg higher, keeping the intense pressure going. You are so needy that he might actually make you cum like this. In your panties, after mere seconds. The revelation makes you grind down even harder.

Jungkook was so occupied with mewling and being in disbelief about his luck that he didn’t even realise that the rough movements of his leg were too much for you until you suddenly moan his name and sink into yourself in the distinct way you always do when he is throwing you over the edge.

The kiss breaks because you need to fight for air as your body shakes.

“Holy fuck, are you having an orgasm right now?” he gasps, but you can only whimper and shake on his leg. It is very faint, but he can feel the orgasmic throbbing of your pussy against his thigh.

He grips your waist with both hands and growls.

“You are. Fuck, you are. Holy fuck, this is so hot. You’re actually cumming too soon. Holy fuck”, he babbles and helps you ride it out until you begin writhing in overstimulation.

Clarity comes back to you. The jeans against your pussy hurts. The pressure is uncomfortable. You just lost control. He manhandled you so good that he made you cum.

The realisation sends burning heat to your cheeks, you try to writhe away instantly.

“Hurts, ahm, please.”

“Holy fuck, I’m actually gonna fucking ruin you. You actually came too soon. Oh my fucking god, that only happens to me normally”, he is still babbling, now pushing you further onto bed until you can’t help but shimmy to where he wants you. Nestled into Taehyung’s pillows.

He is on top of you instantly, caging you in between the thing which seconds ago made you lose control. His thighs. He takes your wrists and pins them above your head. His tangling chains swing with each movement.

“How does it feel, mhm? How does it feel knowing that I’ve got so much power over you that I can make you cum too soon, mhm?” he taunts, breathing heavily. You didn’t think that this would affect him as much as it does, but you aren’t complaining. His competitiveness is so adorable.

“I could still make you cum faster.”

“No, you couldn’t. That was barely even a minute”, he is squeaking and giggling.

“Liar. Unless we’re talking about you, then it’s correct.”

“Shut up, oh my god”, he whines, “you’re so fucking mean. It’s not my fault, okay? I spoke to the doctor and he said I have sensitive peepee syndrome okay?”

He makes you belt a laugh.

“Fucking hell, you’re so stupid. What the fuck, just kiss me again, you idiot.”

Jungkook goes into the kiss, smiling and grinning, moaning needily as you run your hands over his body. His heart might jump out of his chest if this keeps going. He feels so alive. So goddamn alive.

You feel the same. Including such burning need for him that it gets difficult to function. It isn’t long that you break the kiss again

“Koo take it off”, you writhe, “take it off please, hurts. It hurts.”

“Yeah that’s awful isn’t it? Cumming in your panties. I bet your clit’s so fucking big and swollen right now. Just begging to be sucked and licked.”

Your clit throbs. Your panties feel even tighter.

“You’re awful”, you croak, “how do you go from being an idiot who says shit like sensitive peepee syndrome to someone who says the hottest stuff?”

“Why? Does it make you needy?” he coos and pecks your lips.

“Please, you proved your point. I’m sorry I teased you.”

He smirks, “yeah, you shouldn’t have”, he purrs and takes your face between two of his fingers, “say it again.”

“What?”

“Sorry. Say it.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Teasing you so much.”

“Mhm”, he hums, letting go of your face and swiping his thumb over your lips, “I shouldn’t be so obsessed with hearing you say sorry, but I am.”

“I need to have you, please Koo be inside me.”

“I will. I fucking will, just let me get out of this.” He climbs off bed to step out of his pants and briefs. No shoes because Taeseok have a no shoes policy at their place.

He takes off his crop top, finally exposing what he hid beneath. The oil makes his tattoos stick out so well. He also exchanged his barbell nipple piercings for silver nipple shields in heart shapes. White gemstones are glued on the hearts.

His cock is already hard, which means that he is really horny right now. Normally, he takes a little longer to get there when he is drunk, but tonight he seems ready to burst.

He is so sexy.

“You literally drive me insane”, you say and sit up, “come closer.”

He obeys, moaning and giggling as you hold his waist to pull him in for kisses on his tummy.

“Tickles”, he sighs and rolls his head back, “ah, sensitive…”

You purr and wrap your lips around the tip of his dick.

Jungkook’s knees buckle, he grips the back of your head and moans. His pretty cock throbs on your tongue, giving you a taste of his excitement. It’s a little bitter tonight because of the alcohol. You don’t really mind because he is so yummy to you.

You give his cock a very harsh suck then slip off to kiss path back to his tummy. You get on your knees on bed, kissing every inch of his torso until you reach his nipples. You have your hand around his cock, jerking it sensually.

“Absolutely insane what you are doing to me”, you lull and suck his pierced nipples one by one.

Jungkook mewls, arching his back. His cock throbs in your hand.

“I feel dizzy”, he confesses, “please can I lie down?”

“Sorry, I’m already done.” You straighten up, holding his waist as you stare deep unto his foggy eyes.

He pouts, cheeks flushed, “why’d you touch me like this?”

“Because I can.”

“Oh god, you’re so mean”, he whines.

You chuckle, “mhm maybe. Keep the chains on, I beg.”

“Okay, yes.”

“Good boy. Now, my turn.”

You get off bed, taking off your dress and underwear. You keep the jewellery on.

“Oh my god, you are beautiful”, he gasps.

So here you and he are. Bared, naked and vulnerable in the bedroom of another. It was kind of useless to get completely naked, you could have done what needed to be done with your panties pushed aside, but you are too drunk on tonight to think rationally. It’s just you and him. And you and he want to connect how nature intended it. How your souls feel when you are together. Naked, raw and fucking exposed.

“Koo.”

He answers you with your nickname and closes the distance. Your naked bodies connect, seconds later you are back on bed and he is on top of you.

The kissing continues, more intense than it was all night. Because you and he are finally naked, skin against skin. Each touch feels a million times more intense. Each inch feels so much more interesting to explore. You and he can’t stop touching each other, grinding on the other as if it was your destiny.

He is also a giggly drunk, however, meaning that he breaks the kiss way too soon for your taste. He grins at you.

“Now I finally got my kiss.”

“Wow, okay.”

“Yeah”, his smile grows into blinding magnitude, “didn’t even realise that this was my goal all along, did you?”

“No”, you play along and roll your eyes fondly. You love his antics.

“It was”, he giggles and smiles, kissing you as he does, “I told you that I’ll show you what it gets you when you tease me.”

“God Koo”, you let out and reach for him, “god.”

“I’m not done with you though. Hear me? We’re not done yet”, he purrs and adds in a sweet voice, “okay?”

“Yeah please”, you beg, dragging him back into a sloppy kiss.

Jungkook purrs, melting closer. He can’t escape it anymore. This magnetic pull between you and him. He needs to chase it or he will go insane.

“I love this. Oh god, yes”, he babbles, kissing a path to your neck and further down to your breasts. He is so noisy, licking and sucking your chest hungrily. Jungkook mewls as he kisses down your tummy, drooling in anticipation of your pussy. You know exactly what the end goal of this journey will be and it would be fucking amazing to have him eat you out. It really would be. But you are impatient and need his cock inside.

“Koo wait”, you stop him with a gentle tug on his hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know you wanna be a good boy and make me wet, but I’m already dripping. Just get up here and be inside me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, fucking hell, really.”

“Oh god, I can’t wait. I want you so bad.”

He climbs between your legs, resting on his elbows and falling into a messy kiss. He smoothes over the top of your head as his tongue dances with yours.

Your legs wrap around his waist, your hips lift in search for him. You can’t be without him any longer, aching.

Jungkook seems to feel the same, feeding you his needy moan just as he sinks his aching cock into you.

You and he shudder, sobbing drunkenly as you hug and grip the other. Reconnecting is everything which matters. This is it. The moment tonight was for.

“I’m all in”, Jungkook is panting his words, voice shaky in both emotion and pleasure, “tell me what you like. Talk me through it.”

“Deep and rough, please Koo.”

“Like this?” he starts off gentle, gazing at your face drunkenly. He pets your head, wanting to soothe you.

“Harder.”

“Like this?”

He is still so gentle with you. Which is cute and it’s so sweet that he tries to be careful, but you can’t do careful tonight. Not when you literally need him to live inside your veins from now on.

You cradle his cheeks, squishing them together until his lips stick out in a pout.

“Listen, pookie. I need you to fuck me like you hate me.”

“But I don’t hate you, I love you.”

“Then fuck me like you love me and want me screaming your name.”

“Okay”, he whimpers.

“Good. Do it.”

He straightens up and lifts your legs to put them against his arms. He folds you in half, with your knees sitting against his arms and your legs in the air. Like this, you are completely exposed to him, able to take his perfect cock.

He picks up a sloppy rhythm, moaning loudly when this makes you yelp up on pleasure.

“Is this it? Do I fuck you how you need it?”

“You’re so good. Ah! Koo! Kookoo aha!”

“I feel fucking alive. Holy shit, just wanna fuck you right all day all week. Shit, I’m going insane.”

Another reason why Jungkook is the one for you and why you think that matching each other’s freak is an actual thing, is how vocal he gets during sex. So much of the pleasure he gives you is from the way he just constantly talks to you. He can be so filthy, so dirty and yet he can also be so loving and gentle. The underlying message however is always how he is devoted to you with his entire being.

“Feels…so….good”, you moan, legs twitching and shaking on his arms. Nothing beats the feeling of him. Especially when he finally shows you what those hips can do. He is honestly so good in using them.

“Yeah, so good. You make me feel invincible, holy fuck.”

He is strong in how he fucks into you, making each thrust count. Because they should. He gets to be with you each time he is inside, this should count something. This should create something wonderful. And in your case, it is pleasure so good nothing could ever recreate it.

“You, you just keep shaking like this. Your pussy’s heaven, baby. Can barely breathe. You get me so good, baby.”

“Closer please.”

He listens to your begs. His body chains, once tangling without a purpose, begin slapping against your clit.

“Jungkook”, you wail, arching your back.

“Too much?”

“No! Keep going please. Your chains! Ah!”

“My chains?” He looks down and moans, hips buckling. “No way, this is so sexy. Holy fuck, I can’t. Baby, ___ baby.”

His hips pick up speed, his drunk moans join yours. And if he isn’t moaning, he is talking. He is such a sexy drunk fuck. Maybe this is why you love getting shitfaced with him. Because you know how much of a yapper Jungkook becomes when he is drunk. And horny yapper Jungkook means you get his unfiltered thoughts constantly.

“Love fucking you so deep, babygirl.”

“Yeah, you’re moaning so sweet. Makes me fucking wild.”

“I’m made to fuck you, that’s what I was made for.”

“Can’t believe this is happening. I’m so lucky.”

“I’m yours, baby, I’m yours.”

It is constant and it is so honest. They’re your biggest turn on. Mixed with his cock loving your sensitive insides and his body chains slapping your clit and you are a goner.

“Koo, I’m cumming.”

“Don't hold back. cum for me, baby.” He encourages you and takes your clit between his fingers to rub her. His chains still slap against you, adding electric intensity to your high. “Does this help?”

You wail, clawing at the sheets and writhing helplessly. This is your answer. Or course it fucking helps.

“Yes babygirl, cum for me. Shit, my cock’s at home with you. That’s it, let me feel you lose it. Give me everything.”

“Please slow please we’re not at home.”

He knows what you are insinuating, pinching your clit because he is awful.

“Please Koo, I need to squirt. Don’t make me do this.”

“Just say the words and I’ll slow down.”

“Slow, please slow.”

“Good girl, using your words so well”, he praises and drops to his elbows. Your legs are around his thighs, shaking as he fucks into you messily. His body chains tickle your chest like this.

He shudders, eyes clouding over in ecstasy. It feels so good the way you grip him for support.

“Can you still go?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you mewl, fingers grasping the back of his body chains.

“I’m gonna cum like this. Can I cum inside?”

“Yes, please do. Koo oh god, Koo”, you beg, twisting the chains for support.

“I love cumming inside”, he whimpers, kissing you seconds later. Quite frankly, he licks into your mouth more than he kisses you, giving you the squeakiest and neediest moans ever.

You bury your hand deep in his hair, clenching down on him to make it feel good for him.

“___”, Jungkook mewls.

“Is this good for you? Am I making it nice?”

“Nice, so nice. I really have to cum.”

“Then do it. Fill me, baby.”

“Play with my nipples, please.”

You fulfill his wish, instantly sending him to nirvana. He squeaks your name, trying to kiss you as his orgasm shakes his body. You kiss him back, trembling from getting all of him. This is everything.

“I love you”, he manages to get out because at the end of the day, this is what he does. He fucks you as hard as he does, gets naked with you, dresses up and goes out because he loves you.

“I love you too.”

“Oh god, it feels so good. You feel so good. I can’t stop cumming, oh god”, he sobs and shakes, holding you close for support. Your fingers on his nipples really ruin him.

“I’m here, baby. Just let it all out, I can take it.”

Jungkook mewls, giving you seven more sloppy thrusts before he finally drops. Just like he always does after a very intense high, he seeks your closeness. He whimpers and sobs quietly, trying to kiss your entire face at the same time. All while his cock throbs inside you slowly.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you too. I love you too”, you answer his emotional babbling each and every time, You just really love this man so very deeply.

Every side of him. The rough, dominant side when he is really horny. And the sappy, cuddly side when he comes down. You just love him so much.

“I can’t believe you just let me hit, I can’t believe it.”

You snicker, “why shouldn’t I let you hit, you stupid egg? You’re my hubby.”

“I just. I can’t believe it. I’m so lucky. And I fucking missed you so bad”, he gushes and kisses you.

Oh so deeply and with so much emotion. Jungkook breaks the kiss with a suck on your lower lip. He smiles at you, caressing your heated cheeks.

“This was amazing. I can’t believe it. I feel amazing and wow. Just wow”, he babbles, making you giggle because he is so cute.

“Yeah, right.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Really fucking good.”

“Yeah right. Phew, this was amazing”, he says and guides his kisses to your jawline, “you were amazing. I’m so happy. I can’t stop giggling. Wow, I feel so good. I’ve seriously got the best wifey ever.”

He makes you melt. He knows exactly how to treat you after being so rough with you. His aftercare is the reason why you never feel disgusting or used even after the hardest of fucks. He fucks you that hard because he loves you. The reminder will always heal you.

“You’re so sweet.”

“Was it okay what I did?”

“It was more than okay. It was perfect. I loved every moment of it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You were amazing.”

“Oh god, I love you.

“I love you too, Koo.”

Your eyes meet. The weight of your situation finally sinks in as you and he lie here in silence, while downstairs the music is hammering against the ceiling.

“So uhm, how are we gonna bring the news to Tae that we fucked in his room?” you ask.

“Maybe we don’t have to. Maybe we can just clean up really well and then leave again without saying anything.”

“Yeah right, as if this will work.”

“We could just blame Yoongi and Jimin.”

You squint your eyes at him for a second. He wiggles his brows.

“No. No, do not tempt me with your evil ideas. We can’t betray them like this.”

“Ugh fine, I’ll tell him.”

Silence. You and he exchange another look, thinking the same thing.

“Only if he notices.”

“Definitely only if he notices.”

“Yep, it’s a good plan.”

“A totally good plan.”

[blushsturns]

perv!matt x innocent!reader♡

pt.7 ❤︎ vibe

part 6 is here

masterlist is here

warnings: this contains sexual content, but it is all consensual! mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, phone sex, pure filth.

w/c: 3011

matt’s call comes in right on time as you’ve made yourself comfortable in bed. next to you lays the vibe toy that matt bought for you at the sex shop. last night he had called you to apologize for going ghost for a week and decided to come up with the deal that he’d use the toy on you to make it up to you. you agreed because this piqued your interest, and you were curious if he was actually going to go through with it. matt was very shy, reserved, and not like any other guy that you have been around, but that wasn’t a bad thing. you weren’t sure what the two of you were and what it is that you were doing, but you always just told yourself a little fun won’t hurt.

“hello?” you answered your phone with your airpods in your ear, making sure to be prepared so that you had both of your hands free. knowing that this was actually going to happen, and matt was going to be in control of when and how you cum was already turning you on and making your heartbeat rapidly in your chest from excitement and nerves rolling through you.

“hey, pretty.” matt’s voice comes through on the other end, followed by some shuffling which you assumed was him getting himself settled into bed. “how was your day?”

you leaned your head back against the pillow, your eyes closing as you vividly try to remember your day, which was a complete blur. “i had a super early shift at the coffee shop and then i had to study for my exams next week, so that’s pretty much it.” you let out a pathetic laugh because well, that’s how you felt considering your day was very much noneventful. “how about you?”

“i ran some errands and then filmed a video with nick and chris. nick is editing it and it’s going up on friday.” you hear a soft laugh come from the other end. “it was just a car video where we talk about the most out of pocket, dumbest shit ever.”

“i’ve seen all of your videos. mainly because sometimes i’ve sat with nick as he would edit them to keep him company. you guys are hilarious.” your tone was gentle, your one hand playing with the bow on your pajama shorts.

matt lets out another laugh on the other end. “well, that means a lot coming from you. thank you, doll.” he paused for a moment, a deep breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips. “so, do we still have a deal?”

your cheeks suddenly felt warm at the sudden switch in conversation. you were surprised that he brought it up almost immediately, but you weren’t complaining. that was the whole reason he was calling you tonight. “of course we do.” you say shyly, moving your hand over to grab the vibe toy, tracing it with your index finger before holding it in the palm of your hand. “i have it in my hand right now.”

“okay, so i did some research.” he laughs softly. “i have the app on my phone so once you turn it on, i’ll get to control it however i want.”

you don’t know why you were suddenly so nervous. it was your idea in the first place to buy it when you went to the sex shop. you were intrigued and thought it would be fun to explore and do something different. you felt comfortable with matt, even if you weren’t sure on your true feelings for him. “oh, you did your research huh? look at you, smart little thing.”

“hey, for good reason.” he let out another laugh, a deep breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips. “i was a little nervous, not gonna lie, but it’s all i’ve been able to think about.” he admitted honestly with a bit of shyness evident in his tone. you could imagine him now, in his bed, probably extremely flustered and hard as he imagined what you looked like in this very moment and how he probably wished it was him touching you instead.

“confident and a risk taker? the girls should be lining up at your door begging you to touch them.” a soft giggle emits from your lips at your own words, although for some reason the thought of other girls finding interest in matt made the pit of your stomach feel funny, almost like you were jealous and you didn’t like that. not at all.

“i’m good.” he said almost immediately, a laugh leaving his lips. “i only want to touch one girl and one girl only.”

his words made your cheeks warm, the pink, rosy tint creeping up against your cheeks. somehow, he always knew what to say to make you feel special as if you were the only girl that even existed in the entire world. “is that so?” you weren’t sure how to reply to him, so your response was very nonchalant.

“i mean, i’m about to control how and when she orgasms, so yes.”

your cheeks only turn a darker shade of red at his words, your chest beating rapidly in your chest at the feeling of the electricity sparking throughout your veins. he couldn’t see you, but he knew you were getting flustered. he knew you very well, even if you didn’t realize it. “okay, so i just put it in my underwear?”

“yeah, pretty. let me know when it’s in and i’ll turn it on, okay? i’ll start it off slow, i promise.” his words were reassuring enough to make you feel comfortable, although you were still slightly nervous.

you took in a shaky breath before placing the small vibe into your underwear and making sure your underwear is compressed against the material tightly enough so that you can feel every bit of intensity when he decides to turn it on. “okay.” you spoke in a soft whisper, another breath falling from your lips. “it’s in.”

“atta girl.” his words sent a shudder down your spine and butterflies to roam in the pit of your tummy. you hadn’t realized the effect matt was having on you lately and even though you weren’t complaining about it, it still left you confused yet intrigued for more.

suddenly, you felt a vibration against your now soaked clit through the fabric of your thin lacy underwear, the vibe toy buzzing to life as the sensation immediately caused you to let out a soft gasp. the thing was tiny, but mighty. “holy s-shit.” you stammered on your words, your legs spreading out onto the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

matt was in full, utter control on the other end. who knew just from a simple app and the touch of his fingers against his phone screen that he’d be the one in control of making you feel good and how intense it becomes without even physically being there. of course, he’d love to be there for real, but this would have to do, for now of course. “how’s it feel, hm?” he cooed on the other end of the phone, his fingers working their magic against the app as he traced lines up and down onto the app while it being on the lowest setting.

“f-feels good.” you stuttered out your words, a delicate moan emitting from your lips as you feel the vibe toy vibrating against your core and immediately coating the toy with your slick arousal. “so wet.” you moaned out, the head throwing back against the pillow.

you heard matt let out a shaky breath on the other end. “i bet you’re soaked. i wish i was there to do instead. do you think you can handle a little more?”

another moan escapes your lips, moving one of your hands up to your breast through the fabric of your tank top and giving it a gentle squeeze, the pad of your thumb caressing against your hardened nipple. “y-yes.” you stammered, a shaky breath falling from your lips. you spread your legs further onto the bed, your eyes immediately widening as you suddenly felt the vibrating sensation grow more intense against your aching, soaking wet pussy. “fuck, matt!” you cried out, the vibration hitting your clit perfectly as you push your hips up into the vibe toy to continue feeling every bit of intensity rolling through you.

he was clearly having fun getting to be in control of the intensity levels and figuring out how much you can actually handle. “sound so pretty f’me, doll. love it when you say my name.”

his words and the feeling of the vibrations against your soaking wet clit was a sensation that you never truly experienced before. soft moans and heavy breaths escaped your lips, and you knew he could hear every single one of these sounds over the phone because he elicited a satisfied groan from his lips. he loved hearing you and knowing that he was the one in control of how you were truly feeling in that moment. he could turn it off, raise the level, or lower it at any given moment. he’d never tease you though; especially when he had you in the palm of his hand.

your face was flushed, and your head was thrown back against the pillows, your hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat glistening against your skin and pooling into your hairline. your heartbeat rapidly in your chest from the sensations rolling throughout your body. your pussy was throbbing and sopping wet and just when you thought the intensity was already high, he played around with the levels and increased it another notch.

you immediately let out an immediate moan at the intensity level of the buzzing against your swollen nub, gasping as it continued to press against your bundle of nerves. “oh fuck!” you cried out in pleasure, moving your hand over to your own breast underneath your tank top and began to pinch your own hardened nipple and kneading your breast in your hand. “k-keep going.” you stuttered out, heavy breaths falling from your lips. “n-not gonna last.”

he’s loving every second of this. hearing your pretty sounds and knowing that he’s the one responsible for them just turned him on even more. even just from his bedroom to yours, you were putty in his hands, and he couldn’t get enough.

his own cock was throbbing immensely against the fabric of his boxers as he laid there with a wet patch forming at the center, his hand working his magic on his phone while his other hand slid down to begin tugging off his boxers to allow his hardening cock to spring free. he hissed quietly through clenched teeth due to the cold air hitting his sensitive cock. the tip of his cock was flushed pink and leaking pre-cum. he was glad he decided to use his airpods so he could have a free hand to touch himself while still being able to be in control of the app on his phone.

“fuck.” matt grunted out at the feeling of his own hand against his hardened cock as it began to twitch against his palm. he’s never done something like this before, and neither have you and it was something he’d never forget. he’d replay this memory over and over again in the back of his mind, especially when he touched himself to the thought of you.

he’s gotten a taste of you, but fuck, he wanted you to have a taste of him in return one day.

you hear the sounds he’s making on the other end and you begin to wonder if he’s touching himself too. the vibration against you is so intense that your legs begin to tremble, and fire starts coursing throughout your veins to signal that your orgasm was approaching. “fuck, matt.” you moaned out as your hand massages your breast, your fingers pinching your hardened nipple and rolls it between your fingertips. “i’m g-gonna cum.”

matt groaned in satisfaction at your words as he continued to pump his fist against his own rock-hard cock as it twitches in his hand, his thumb circling along the tip each time he moves his hand up. “fuck, you gonna cum f’me, pretty girl? such a good girl.” he let out a couple grunts, his other hand continuing to play around with the levels on the app as the vibe vibrates intensely against your swollen clit. he picked up speed within his own fist and pumped his cock furiously, a string of groans falling from the back of his throat.

hearing his words and the feeling of the toy vibrating against your clit sends you over the edge. your eyes fall shut with your head thrown against the pillow. a string of moans and profanities leave your lips, fire coursing throughout your veins and you feel heat pooling in your tummy as you let go fully. “fuck, matt! i’m cumming!” you moan out in ecstasy, your body shakes, your legs tremble as you cum hard all around the vibrating toy, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body and straight to your aching core.

the vibrations roll against you as you moan through your orgasm, letting it consume and control your entire body. matt whispers praises in your ear over the phone, telling you that you did so good and sound so beautiful. you recover from your intense high a minute later, pulling the vibe out of your panties and placing it next to you on the bed. your breathing is labored, your heart racing rapidly in your chest from the intense orgasm you just encountered.

“fuck.” matt grunted out on the other end. “did so good f’me. wish i was there to take care of you. how do you feel?” he eventually closed out the app once he knew you couldn’t handle anymore and placed his phone down onto the bed next to him.

your legs are still shaking as you close them and pull your blanket over your body, your head hitting the pillow comfortably again as you try to calm yourself down. your limbs felt weak, your body growing tired. “i feel amazing. thank you, matt.” your cheeks and chest were flushed as you let out a soft giggle. “what about you? are you touching yourself for me?”

you hear shuffling against the other end, followed by string of moans falling from his lips. “y-yeah, doll. i can’t help it. got me so turned on, fuck.” his words make you moan all over again, butterflies roaming in your tummy at the sound of him. he sounded so pretty, and you wondered what he looked like when he was touching himself, or if you were there to do it for him instead.

“can i help?” you ask innocently, biting gently onto your bottom lip. there was something about the fact that he was turned on and touching himself to the thought of you that made you feel so special, so warm inside and you were starting to get hooked on that feeling.

“please? i’m so fucking hard.” matt said bluntly, a soft whine emitting from his lips as he continued to fist his own cock, the pad of his thumb swiping across the pre-cum and lathering it against the entire shaft. his cock was twitching immensely in his hand as he throws his head back, hissing through his teeth at the sensation.

your center was throbbing still from the intense vibrations that were against you. you let out a few shaky breaths, your heart still racing in your chest from the anticipation. “of course. i bet you’re so hard just from hearing me cum, aren’t you?”

he let out a guttural groan in response to your words, his fist pumping his cock a bit faster now, his head thrown onto the pillow behind him. he was already so close, his chest heaving up and down with fire coursing throughout his veins. “i’m always so hard because of you, doll. fuck, the things you do to me. s-so close.”

his words made your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink and immediately feel warm to touch as you lifted your hand against your cheek before placing your fingers between your messy locks. yo could feel your heart beating even faster. “matt.. fuck. are you gonna cum for me? just imagine i was there, my hand around your cock, or my mouth. you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

matt groans against the other end, his hand moving faster against his aching hard cock. you could hear his breathing becoming heavier by the second with a string of moans leaving his lips. “fuck, doll. i’m gonna cum. shit, i-“

he cums, hard. all over his fist and stomach, a string of groans and profanities fall from his lips as his mind is consumed of thoughts of you and your beautiful voice on the other end of the call. his chest heaves up and down as he tries to calm down from his high and all you could do is lay there and imagine what he looks like when he cums and how pretty he looks and what he would taste like. “fuck, matt. that was.. wow.”

matt laughs on the other end, his breathing still slightly labored as he tries to recover from his intense orgasm. “thanks for keeping your end of the deal, pretty. that was fucking incredible.”

“thank you for helping me and buying it for me. maybe we can do it again sometime.” you smile as you twirl a strand of your hair around with your finger. you couldn’t help but smile at his words and how things felt so natural when you were talking with him. no matter what you two talked about, things just felt comfortable.

“maybe next time it can be in person, and we can touch each other for real.”

how could you say no to that?

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[rollingeevee]

What does Eevee see attracting the Beast Bites AU Beasts the most?

I had this idea sitting in my head for a bit and decided to finally make it! As stated before, a cookie has to catch a Beast’s attention first and then hold that attention as the Beast continues to observe them as well as pass all their “challenges” that they set in place to test a potential darling. But what traits grab a Beast’s attention enough for them to scope out a cookie as a potential darling? Let’s get into it, shall we~?

Shadow Milk I see finding intelligence as his most desired trait for his darling. The way you question the world around you, the way you verify facts for yourself, the way you never take his words at face value. Ah~! What a smart lil mouse you are~! A challenge~ That’s just what he likes~

The Beast of Deceit’s tests primarily consist of seeing how you deal with the lies he spreads. How eager are you to figure things out for yourself? Yes, he eventually wants his darling to drown in Deceit with him, but if you fell for his tricks so easily, you wouldn’t be as fun~! He also likes to test your cleverness and wits. How sharp tongued are you? How well do you respond to witty banter? Hopefully in kind~ He loves a good game~

Once Shadow Milk Cookie has come to the conclusion that, yes~! You are exactly what he’s looking for in a darling~! he wastes no time. He draws you in, isolates you, and corners you. Likely kicking and screaming, he drags you into the shadows, placing a swift bite whilst you’re still in a panic. All mine now, lil mousey dear~

Mystic Flour finds herself drawn to cookies who are determined, independent and hard working. She granted wishes constantly when she was still viewed as a great hero, it was all cookies ever came to see her for. They would stand in line for days to ask something of her, and again, and again, and she grew of so tired of it. So seeing a cookie who is determined to work hard for everything they want, rather than taking short cuts? It interests her, to say the least.

The Beast of Apathy’s tests primarily test one’s determination. How far are you willing to go to get what you desire. How hard are you willing to work? If she offers you an easy way out, will you take it? This also plays out in her favor as she is the least affectionate of the Beasts. She is also comfortable with her darling being able to rely on themselves. She’s also fine with a cookie she’s scoping out working smarter, not harder. It’s the lack of lazy shortcuts that she cares for.

Mystic Flour Cookie’s final test is offering you a wish. She will grant you anything you desire, one thing you do not have to work for. You’re unfortunately stuck either way. If you say yes, she will likely become upset at overestimating you and reduce you to flour, even though she offered. But if you say no, that’s when she takes you, deep into the depths of the Ivory Pagoda. Hers at last, little rabbit…

Burning Spice loves ferocity! The fiercer, the better! He himself has stated that he likes his prey to have a little fight in them. And that’s just what you are. His prey.

The easiest way to catch Burning Spice Cookie’s attention is to stand up to him. Face him head on! Tell him off! Whether you’re afraid or not, having the courage to stand before him without backing down is something he finds impressive. He’ll be a bit taken aback by your boldness, but in a delighted way. Ah, yes~! Feisty~! Just what he’s looking for~! That is the moment you turn from opponent to prey.

It’s after that that the Great Destroyer starts watching you. Testing you. He observes his prey, desiring to see how they rise to the challenges he presents them. Even if you’re not physically strong, if you make up for it with stubbornness and courage, that works just as well. And when you stand your ground once more when he finally appears before you again, he gives you the biggest smirk before taking you down and pulling you away, back to his temple, where he quickly places his claim on you through his bite, all the while you’re screaming obscenities at him. Ah, there’s that fire he adores~ He knew he picked right~ And now he’s sealed the deal… You’re not going anywhere, little kitten~

Eternal Sugar would love a darling who’s gentle and compliant. Someone who loves lounging around and sleeping, just like her, but who also is happy to serve their lover. A homebody. Housewife/househusband material. Someone who enjoys to cook and clean. She’s not necessarily messy or anything, but she is… well, slothful.

The Beast of Sloth, unlike her comrades, doesn’t really do tests. She primarily just observes. The occasional “test” she does is seeing how a potential darling might take care of gifts she leaves them. Do you treasure them? Make sure they’re well taken care of?

Once Eternal Sugar Cookie’s interest is solidified, she’ll swoop down from her clouds and snatch you up. Oh, no need to be scared! She’s not gonna hurt you! Come~ Partake in some sweets~ Rest with her~ Relax and enjoy yourself~ Once your guard is let down and you’re asleep, the claim is placed. So why don’t you just stay forever, darling lamb~

Silent Salt I can see liking someone who is tender and reserved. They are a knight, and the position of knight is one meant to serve and protect. I can see them desiring a kind darling with little strength. Someone they can protect. Someone to adore and dote on them in thanks for their diligent protection. Having someone helpless for a darling also forces them to rely on their Beast for safety, and makes it less likely that they’ll run.

Perhaps the way you first catch the Beast of Silence’s attention is when they see you sitting by yourself, quietly reading with a look of wonder on your face. A fantasy story of monsters, royalty, and courageous knights. You look so peaceful in your serene quiet, and that draws them in.

Silent Salt Cookie’s tests likely mostly consist of testing your reactions to danger. Do you run or freeze? Cling to your allies for protection? Or do you fight them off on your own? They tend to lose interest if they find you possess a hidden strength. But if you continue to act helpless and rely on others, they do something most of the others don’t think to. They swoop in to become your savior. Through this, they form a sorta bond with you, which allows them to more easily lure you into their embrace. You realize too late that you’re trapped. But no need to fret. Your darling knight will keep you safe, sweet dove…

[pretentious-blonde]

stay for dinner?

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: a stupid conversation, past insecurities, and a boy who thinks he isn’t enough—until you show him he always was

warnings: steve self-sabotaging, crying

a/n: part 4, can be read as a standalone too. PLS give me ideas for these two if you liked them!! they currently have my heart <3 (may or may not write nsfw, if i get an idea for that, so be on the lookout!)

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Steve set a freshly rewound tape on the countertop. The sign on the wall stating: Be kind: Rewind, clearly had not been making an impact on the general public. And if that wasn’t enough, he was desperately trying not to roll his eyes as a certain curly-haired boy to his left, perched on the desk as if it was a lounge chair. 

Dustin had been pleading with him for the past ten minutes—some elaborate scheme involving a comic book store in the next town over. Steve had already told him “no” at least four times, but the word didn’t seem to register in the boy's vocabulary. He became aware he was fighting a losing battle as the kid refused to budge. 

“Please?” Dustin implored again, swinging his legs idly as he watched Steve rewind the day’s returns.

“For the last time,” Steve muttered, eyeing a slightly worn Back to the Future case with mild dismay, “I already told you no.” 

He was trying to figure out how he could make his declaration any clearer. 

Dustin huffed, crossing his arms. “I can’t drive yet, remember?”

“Yeah, well, that’s not my problem,” Steve shot back, sliding the VHS into its designated slot behind the counter. 

“I’m telling you, it’s only like a fifteen-minute drive. Tops.” Dustin glanced at the clock pointedly. “Plus, your shift ends soon. What else are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know—go pick up my girlfriend?” Steve flashed him a wry smile, letting the term roll off his tongue with pride. 

Girlfriend.

It still felt new, but it also felt good. He thought it would take longer for him to assimilate to his new title as boyfriend, but he fell into the role as easily as breathing. Something that felt completely natural.

No longer was he the designated driver for his friends after work, he did the stuff that boyfriends do. And that included spending most evenings with you.

There were a few times you insisted he needed to spend time with his own friends, but he still wished you were there. Hopefully, you would be comfortable enough to tag along with them in the future. God knows he was more than willing to show you off. 

“Oh yeah?” Dustin sat up, his posture straightening. “So it’s official now?”

A tiny grin tugged at Steve’s mouth. “Yeah.” He closed a drawer of tapes and rested his hands on the counter, staring at Dustin with a slightly smug expression. “It’s official.”

“Good for you, man. Seriously. That’s nice.” He said, seemingly out of obligation rather than pure interest. Then, snapping back to the real topic at hand. “But I’m not leaving until you agree to take me to the comic book store.”

“That’s like—” Steve glanced at the clock above the television sets for rent, “an hour from now.”

“Yep,” Dustin said, unabashed. “I’m persistent.”

“Look,” Steve sighed, massaging the tension in his temples. “She’s coming here once my shift is over. I can’t just bail on her to drive you around.”

Dustin’s face lit up. “Then bring her along! Maybe she’ll like it!”

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening.” A short laugh escaped Steve before he could stop it. “I’m not dragging her to a comic book shop just so you can blow your allowance on some special-edition nonsense.”

“Hey, it’s not nonsense!” Dustin protested. “They have the rare issues I can’t find anywhere else. And who knows, maybe your girlfriend’s into comics!”

“Why do I even argue with you?” Steve groaned to himself, returning to the stack of tapes in front of him—anything to have an excuse not to keep looking at Dustin’s pleading face. “You just keep going and going. It’s exhausting.”

“That’s because I know you’ll give in eventually,” Dustin quipped, flashing that self-assured grin that made Steve want to either adopt him or toss him out a window—possibly both.

“Yeah, well, not this time,” Steve insisted, though the conviction in his voice wavered slightly.

Dustin was right about one thing: Steve did have a tendency to cave when it came to the kids, especially the ones he’d practically helped raise. But, as he filed away the last of the returns, a pang of guilt rippled through him. 

He didn’t want to let you down. Truly, he didn’t. You were swinging by just to see him. It was a Sunday after all, so he was finishing early, and he wanted to spend as long as he could with you. 

Unfortunately, he did feel a little regretful about letting his friend down. Perhaps he was spending a bit too much time with you—which wasn’t a crime—but he was struggling to recall the last time he spent alone time with Dustin. 

The kid must have caught the trace of hesitation in Steve’s expression. Finally, a crack in his armour. 

“Look,” he said, in a rare moment of sincerity, “just ask her, okay? If she says no, I’ll drop it.”

Steve mulled that over, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Fine,” he relented, not hiding his exasperation. “I’ll let you pitch your case when she gets here.”

Dustin pumped a fist triumphantly. “Yes! You won’t regret this.”

“I regret a lot of things, Henderson,” Steve muttered under his breath. “Now let me finish up so I can actually clock out at a decent time.”

“Deal,” Dustin agreed, but he made no move to vacate the desk. Instead, he just kept swinging his legs, watching with interest as Steve tried to busy himself with the returns.

The kid was relentless—he had to give him that.

He was half-leaning against the counter when you walked in, the lazy Sunday light spilling through the windows, making him look almost golden.

You instantly spotted him, features slightly fatigued but nonetheless tender. The boy who inserted himself into your daunting new life, making you feel less alone. The boy who made you feel safe whenever your eyes met—warm, reassuring, sometimes bashful if you caught him at the right moment. 

Your gaze drifted to the curly-haired kid perched on the front desk, chattering away while Steve fiddled with cases. You hadn’t met him yet, but had an inkling as to who it might be from you and Steve’s many conversations. 

The second Steve caught sight of you, the slight crease in his brow eased, and a genuine smile lit up his face. He straightened, set the tapes aside, and practically melted as you approached, arms opening to fit you just right.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling you into a warm hug. His vest brushed against your cheek. You tilted your head just enough to feel the soft press of his lips against your temple. 

Even though the two of you were official, your cheeks still reddened at his action. It often seemed he didn’t mind that you had company, or maybe he just didn’t care. Or perhaps he didn’t realise how brazen he could be.

Either way, you weren’t going to stop his displays of affection. You enjoyed knowing he was proud to call you his.

“Hi,” you said quietly, relishing the way he lingered in that hug, not quite wanting to let go just yet.

“This is Dustin,” he turned, gesturing to the boy with the curly hair. “I told you about him, remember?”

“Right!” You offered the boy a friendly smile, glad your assumption was correct. “So great to finally meet you. Steve mentions you all the time.”

Dustin stared for a moment, then blinked like he was recalibrating. 

“Um… hey,” he said, his tone surprisingly timid. “Yeah, you too.”

That made Steve grin even wider. 

Dustin, rendered speechless? He never thought he would see the day. He looked at his awestruck expression and glanced over at you smugly. 

Yeah, he did that. He isn’t quite sure how, but he did that.

“You ready to go?” you asked, glancing up at him over your shoulder. At your question, Steve let out a slow breath, raking a hand through his hair nervously. 

“Apparently, someone wants me to be their personal chauffeur,” he said, with a pointed look at Dustin. “Says I need to drive him to a comic book store.”

“A comic book store? But there’s one like four streets over, right?”

Steve spread his hands in exasperation. “Exactly what I said!”

Dustin threw his hands up. “That one sucks! Their selection is terrible and they get new shipments like once a month!”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. He sounds like a tiny professor with the fervour in his voice. Steve shot you a look of abject guilt, like he was already imagining leaving you hanging.

“Would I be the world’s biggest jerk if I did this?” he asked, the uncertainty evident in his tone. He hated to be the one to make decisions like this, picking sides and disappointing someone in the process. 

“No, honestly, it’s fine.” Gently, you shook your head. “It’s still early, right?” You gestured to the clock on the wall—three o’clock, give or take a few minutes. “I’ve been all over the place today, honestly an hour or so just to get everything in order would be amazing.”

“I mean…” Dustin started, looking between you and Steve, not sure if you're just being nice or actually had something to do. “You’re welcome to come with?”

But you waved him off with an apologetic smile. “Thanks, but seriously, I’ve got a lot to catch up on at home. You two enjoy, please, don’t let me stop you.”

Dustin beamed at you, grateful for the positive turn of events. Steve, on the other hand, still looked torn, torn between not wanting to inconvenience you and also not wanting to bail on his friend. 

“Alright,” he relented, exhaling in relief when he realised you were genuinely okay with this. “I’ll… yeah, I’ll drop him off, and we’ll probably poke around for a bit if they really have something he’s looking for.”

“No worries.” You leaned forward, reaching for his hand, not missing the smitten glaze in his eyes as you squeezed it. “Swing by mine after, okay? I should be done by then.”

Steve’s posture relaxed, gratitude colouring his eyes. “Okay,” he murmured, “deal.” 

He leaned in, cupping your jaw and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips this time—a sweet, unhurried gesture that made your cheeks flush—again.

There was a shuffle behind him, and you could sense Dustin being extremely polite (or maybe just temporarily stunned) enough not to comment. Steve pulled back smiling, as you made your way to the exit.

“See you, Steve,” you said, backing toward the door. You cast a quick wave at Dustin. “Later, Dustin.”

“Uh, bye,” Dustin managed, raising a hand in farewell.

And with that, you slipped outside, leaving Steve to shoulder his shift into driver mode—though, judging by the fond look on his face, he wasn’t half as annoyed about it anymore. 

He just got to rub it in Dustin's face, that yes, he had a sweet girlfriend. And yes, she really was that nice. All the time. Probably when she shouldn't be.

As far as he was concerned, if you needed it, he could haul Henderson around for an afternoon to give you some free time. 

“You,” Dustin said, pointing at Steve once you were gone, “are one lucky dude.”

Steve snorted, but it came out more like an affectionate laugh.

“Yeah,” he murmured, casting a glance at the door you’d just left through. “Yeah, I am.”

Steve drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he cruised down the main road, Dustin rambling away in the passenger seat. The kid’s feet bounced on the floor mat, all brimming energy. Steve had to admit—it was nice to see him so pumped. But that didn’t stop him from cringing slightly at every new question that spilled out of his mouth. 

Right now he was the subject of a very intense interrogation, and while he had mentioned he was seeing someone new, clearly that was not enough information for the teenager sitting next to him. 

“So,” Dustin said, leaning forward, “this girl—your girlfriend—what does she do?”

“She’s writing for the paper in town.” He said, feeling a surge of pride in his chest as he got to gush about your achievements. “Gonna be a big-shot journalist someday. That’s what she wants, anyway.”

Dustin let out a short laugh, amused in a way that made Steve raise an eyebrow. “Why’re you laughing?”

“I’m not, I’m just—” Dustin shook his head, lips quirked in a grin. “You and your… type.”

Steve gave him a side-eye glance. “My type?”

“Oh, c’mon,” Dustin scoffed, half-exasperated, half-teasing. “Smart writer girls. You know—the go-getter, brainy ones.”

Steve’s initial instinct was to shrug it off, but something nagged at him.

He felt a twinge of déjà vu that he didn’t love. 

“Yeah, okay, I can sorta see what you mean.” He spoke cooly, but the heat rising in his chest was anything but. 

“Admit it,” Dustin pressed on. “You like girls that are just a little… out of your league.”

Steve bristled, tightening his grip on the wheel. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, think about it." Dustin shrugged, apparently not noticing the defensiveness in Steve’s tone. "The girls you’ve dated. They’re super smart, super driven. It’s cool how you have managed to pull this off twice.”

Steve forced a laugh, though it felt hollow on his tongue. 

Pull this off? That the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Right, yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence, Henderson.” He cleared his throat, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to shake off the uneasy feeling creeping into his stomach. “Well, if they like me, then I must be doing something right.”

“For sure. No denying you’ve come a long way.” Dustin nodded, tapping the dashboard with one finger. “Remember how you used to act at Scoops? Man, you were just—”

Steve groaned, cutting him off as he steered into a small parking lot beside a rundown building with a neon sign advertising Comics & Collectibles. Not wanting to relive failed moments from his youth any longer than he had to. 

“Alright, we’re here.” He put the car into park, his posture now rigid. “You’ve got thirty minutes, max. Then we’re outta here.”

“Thirty minutes?” Dustin repeated, eyes bulging. “But—”

“Non-negotiable,” Steve said flatly, giving him a pointed look, suddenly in a sour mood. “I’ve got places to be.”

“Fine.” Dustin grumbled under his breath but ultimately acquiesced, grabbing his backpack and popping open the door. “Thirty. Starting… now.”

He hopped out, the door slamming shut behind him. Steve exhaled, jaw still tense. He watched the kid dart across the lot and pull open the shop’s glass door with excitement.

Alone at last, Steve let his head fall back against the headrest. 

Are you really that much out of his league? The question looped around in his mind like a broken record.

He could laugh it off—he had enough practise doing that—but he started remembering how he felt so inadequate around Nancy. 

You made him feel needed, cared for, that much was certainly true. But how long would you need him, really? 

The notion stirred up old insecurities he’d thought he’d buried. 

The rational side of his mind told him he had nothing to worry about. If you liked him—chose him—that was enough, right?

Sighing, he pulled out his watch and glanced at the time. Twenty-nine minutes until he could drop Dustin off and head straight to your place. He suddenly wished the clock would run faster. 

Because if there was one thing he couldn’t wait to do, it was lose himself in you. If only for the evening.

Your familiar doorstep was supposed to feel welcoming, as it had so many times before, but Steve’s mind was a bundle of half-formed worries as he stood in the familiar space. 

He hated to admit when things got to him, but Dustin’s teasing—albeit lighthearted—had, indeed, gotten to him. The doubts clouding his mind like a soft static he couldn’t push away. 

The one statement he kept circling back to was the whole "out of his league" idea. I mean, yeah, from the outside looking in, it could be the case. But he had something to offer, right?

If nothing else was true, he at least had a decent enough face, and his personality had come a long way from high school. Hopefully, other people could see that too. 

He forced his mind into silence as he took a deep breath, knocking twice in quick succession. 

When you opened the door, dressed in soft, comfortable clothes that looked unfairly adorable on you, he felt something in his chest unclench. Even on a lazy Sunday—one where you had every right to be tired from your own job—you still radiated a classic warmth, one that he was selfishly drinking up, grateful to be the one basking in it. 

“Hey,” you said, smiling so easily that a bit of the tension in his shoulders melted.

“Hey, angel” he echoed, stepping inside when you ushered him through the threshold. The air hit him first—warm and fragrant, hinting at something savoury on the stove. “Wow, it smells amazing in here.”

Little did he know, you had already taken care of most of your errands that morning. Knowing you’d be spending the afternoon with Steve, you’d gotten up a little earlier than usual to make sure everything was in order. But when you saw the desperate look on Dustin’s face as he pleaded with your boyfriend to take him to the store, an idea sparked. A little surprise for him—one you hoped would land well.

“Figured I’d make dinner.” You gave a pleased little shrug. “We don’t always get Sundays like this, and I know you had to work, so…”

“Wait,” he said, blinking, “you made dinner?” 

His eyes softened as he took in your words, letting them settle in his chest. He tried not to feel indebted—but God, he wished he stopped to pick up flowers or something.

“Yup,” you confirmed, leading him toward the kitchen. “Nothing fancy. Just has to reduce on the stove for a while longer, but I wanted it ready for when you came by.”

Steve’s heart twisted in two directions at once. On one hand, it was the sweetest gesture, and certainly one that should have put his mind at ease. On the other, his mind kept whispering to him. He questioned if he was even worth this kind of effort.

The bluntness of the thought shocked him a little, but he couldn’t render it completely false. He felt like he owed you something. 

“You didn’t have to go all out for me,” he murmured, smiling at you in an almost apologetic manner.

“I know.” You reached up to brush a stray bit of hair off his forehead. “I wanted to.”

He swallowed, nodding. “Thanks, angel,” he said softly, the pet name rolling off his tongue with more tenderness than he intended. Like he wasn’t supposed to be using it. “Seriously.”

You tugged him gently into the living room, where he sank down onto the couch, exhaling a sigh of relief. The day had felt so long—the slow hours, Dustin’s energy, the drive out of town—but now, in the familiarity of your apartment, it all felt calm. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t quite right. 

You curled against him, fitting neatly at his side as he draped an arm around you. The soft haze of a lamp cast a cosy halo over the bookshelf across the room, the very one he’d helped you build not long ago. He couldn’t help but notice the extra row of spines he didn’t remember seeing before.

“Hey,” he teased, nudging your head and gesturing to the neatly lined novels. “I thought you said no more books until you’d read all the ones you owned.”

You lifted your head to follow his gaze, a faint grin tugging at your lips. “I did read them. Which means I’m allowed new ones.”

“All of them? In, what—two weeks?”

He barely finished reading Salinger in senior year, and that took him months to work through. 

“About that,” you said, sounding almost sheepish. “They were good, and I got on a roll. You know how it is when a book just sucks you in?”

He didn’t really, but now he felt as though he should. 

“That’s…impressive.” He replied safely, not wanting to bring down your mood with his lack of literature knowledge. Especially when you seemed so pleased that he was there in the first place. 

You used that moment to shift closer, your cheek pressing against the broad line of his shoulder. He felt the warmth you emitted, and if he allowed himself, he could imagine that maybe you enjoyed his company as much as he loved yours. 

“So,” you said, glancing up at him with genuine curiosity. “How was work? How’s Dustin?”

Steve hesitated, momentarily tripping over the idea that you’d be interested in the mundane details of his shift or the kid’s comic book haul. But the way you were watching him—like you actually cared—made him sigh and lean into it.

“Pretty standard, y’know?” He ran his free hand over his jaw, trying to sound casual. “Dustin got what he wanted, as usual. He’s like a force of nature—hard to say no.”

You smiled, amused. “That kid seems unstoppable.”

“Definitely unstoppable,” Steve agreed, a soft chuckle escaping him. 

Eventually, after his debrief of today's events, you got up to check on dinner, stirring the pot and releasing another wave of that delicious smell. He watched, heart clenching again with gratitude and guilt. 

He could see how careful you were, minding the heat, adding a pinch of seasoning, taking the time to make something special just for him.

He wondered if he could do anything to help, something to be useful again. 

It felt so domestic that for a second he let himself imagine a future where this could be the norm—where the two of you shared little traditions, teased each other about groceries, woke up side by side. Equally happy with what the other had to offer. 

Soon enough, you both ended up at the small kitchen table, plates filled with a hearty meal that made him groan with delight after each bite. You just laughed, pleased by his genuine appreciation. 

“Good?” you asked, grinning as he nodded enthusiastically, mouth still full. 

It was good. Really good. Made only better by the fact that you made it for him.

Why didn’t he think of something like this?

At this rate, he was going to have to pull a screw loose from your bookshelf just so he could prove himself again. 

When you’d eaten more than enough to satiate your hunger, you cleaned up together, bumping hips in the process, trading playful glances as you washed and dried the dishes.

He followed you back to the couch, happy to follow where you dragged him hand first. You spent the rest of the evening chatting aimlessly about books, random gossip from your workplace, and his occasional run-ins with Robin or the kids. 

There was nothing particularly grand or momentous about it; just a gentle closeness. Though he was worried it was too mundane, if his crappy jokes were enough to keep this thing going. 

All too soon, the clock on the wall struck a sober reminder: Monday morning was lurking around the corner, and you gave him an apologetic look.

“I hate to kick you out,” you said softly, “but I’ve got an early start tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He pretended to huff in annoyance, though the corners of his mouth twitched in a small smile. You were the one with a real job, after all. “Responsibilities and all that.”

At the door, you hugged him, chin hooking over his shoulder. He could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on your jumper, mixed with the lingering aroma of dinner. It felt safe in your arms—safer than he’d felt all day.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your hair, voice thick with more emotion than he intended to reveal.

“For what?” you asked, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes, sensing his unease.

“For dinner,” he shrugged, trying to hide the lump in his throat. “For letting me hang out… for, y’know, being you.”

A smile lit up your features, and you rose on your toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“You don’t have to thank me for that.”

It should’ve been reassuring, but that old worry nipped at him once again. 

You gave him a playful nudge out into the hallway. “Drive safe, okay?”

“Always,” he promised, mustering a half-smirk. But the moment the door closed behind him, the warmth drained away like someone had shut off a heat lamp.

By the time he slid into his car and started the engine, he was already thinking about Dustin’s words, "girls out of his league." 

Mentally, he scolded himself. But the thought stuck like glue, stubborn and unmoving. He glanced at your apartment window—light still glowing from inside—and his chest ached with longing. 

You liked him. You even cooked for him, fully aware that he would have been just as content with a crappy pizza or diner fries. 

So why couldn’t he let himself just be happy?

With a quiet sigh, he pulled away from the curb, leaving the comfort of your home behind. And as he drove through the sleepy streets of Hawkins, he couldn’t quite loose the hollow sense that he was missing something.

Good things always had a way of escaping him, and he couldn’t imagine how this would be any different.

You’ve never felt unsettled since moving to Hawkins—at least, not until now. 

Work at the Hawkins Post can be demanding, but those pressures were somewhat tangible: deadlines, edits, the joyous feeling of being undermined for basic input. You can handle all that. But suddenly finding your supposedly devoted boyfriend slipping through your fingers for reasons you don’t understand? 

That feels far worse than any work stress could ever be.

All week, you’ve told yourself not to overreact. Steve might just be busy or tired or dealing with something personal. You didn’t want to pry, and after coming clean about your own struggles, you assumed he would do the same thing. Take his own advice or whatever. 

But the excuses keep piling up, and you can’t ignore the changes in his behaviour. It started with some half-hearted reasons to hang up the phone in the evenings—when he used to plead with you to stay just little longer—usually ending up with one of you falling asleep on the line, listening out for the others breathing to steady before ending the call. 

The whole week he didn’t even mention spending the weekend together. Usually that was sacred time, with him arguing with Kieth and Robin to please let him have the evening shifts rather than the morning. He enjoyed waking up lazily next to you, not rushing out the door before he had his fill. 

By Saturday, you decide you can’t wait for answers any longer. You head out, crossing the familiar street, eventually pushing open the door to Family Video. Robin’s face pops up from behind the counter, the bell signalling a customer. 

“Hey,” Robin calls, stacking tapes. “If you’re looking for Steve, you just missed him. Morning shift—he took off like ten minutes ago.”

“I know.” You attempt a polite smile. You were already aware of his absence, watching his BMW speed away from the store, feeling even worse when it turned the opposite direction to your place. “I actually, uh… came to see you.”

“Me? Really?” She seemed half-surprised, half-intrigued.

“Yeah. I… I think I need your help.” The words spill out in a rush. You don’t realise how anxious you sound until Robin sets aside her tapes, giving you her full attention. “I’m sorry for springing this on you, but I’m kind of at a loss. You’re Steve’s best friend, and—” You pause, cheeks warming. “I don’t really know many people here yet.”

Robin’s expression softens. “Hey, hey, no need to apologise. What’s going on?” Her eyes narrow, the smallest spark of protectiveness lighting behind them. “Did Steve do something stupid? Because I can give him a good slap if—”

You lift your hands, shaking your head quickly. “No, no, it’s not that. Or… not exactly?” Your voice wavers. “I just—wanted to know if he still… likes me? Because he’s been distant, and I can’t think what I did wrong.”

Robin’s mouth opens on a short laugh, but then she sees you’re serious. 

“Oh. Wait—you’re for real?”

Heat pools in your cheeks. It sounds so ridiculous when you say it out loud, but you press on. You were here already, so if she knew something, you would rather just get this over with. 

“He’s barely returned my calls, and this weekend he hasn’t even tried making plans. Last week I cooked for him—nothing fancy, just dinner—and he acted so weird about it, almost like he wanted to be anywhere else. I keep replaying it in my head, wondering if I came on too strong or something.”

She watches you carefully, reading the tension in your posture, the way your hands keep twisting into your sleeves. 

“Okay, okay,” she says, gentler now. “I promise I’m listening. You think you scared him off?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” You look at the floor, biting your lip. “This past week, he’s barely tried to see me at all. Usually he’s so—well, so Steve, you know? But now it’s like he’s ignoring me, except he’s still in town.”

Robin sets aside the tapes completely, leaning her elbows on the counter. Yes, she knew how Steve had been acting, practically besotted with you. So this fast turnaround was odd, but then again, Steve had his moments. Though they usually came with more of an explanation than this. 

“That’s… not good,” she concedes. “But trust me, from an outside perspective, he’s been head over heels for you since day one. My guess is he’s the problem, not you. It might be in that thick skull of his, you know? It doesn’t help that it’s covered with all that hair.”

“I feel so stupid, but I didn’t know who else to ask." You let out a shaky laugh. "I’m just… worried I messed up somehow. I know it’s weird—”

“Hey, you’re not weird.” Robin shakes her head, reaching over to squeeze your arm gently. “You’re worried—totally normal. Let me talk to him, okay? I’ll figure out what’s going on.”

Your eyes widen. “No, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to cause drama—”

She interrupts you with a wave of her hand. “Drama is my middle name, apparently, thanks to Steve. Let me handle him. I’ll be subtle. Trust me.” 

A mischievous grin tugs at her lips. You have a feeling she’s never been subtle in her life, but you’re too tired to argue.

“Alright.” You sigh. “Only if you’re sure. And please, maybe don’t mention I… came here? I don’t want him thinking I’m this desperate, clingy girlfriend who needs constant reassurance.”

“Desperate? Clingy? He’s been the clingiest guy I’ve ever seen—until now.” She snorts. “Don’t beat yourself up. I know he adores you. He’s probably just… freaking out about something. He’s good at that. Self-sabotage is his specialty.”

The tight knot in your chest loosens just a bit, but her words set you on edge a little. You instantly think that you are the one freaking him out, coming on too strong. But you decide that silence is the best option here. 

“Thank you,” you say, voice still unsteady. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course.” She offers a supportive smile. “Hey, you’re welcome to drop by anytime, you know? If you wanted someone else to talk to or something, but no pressure.”

“I might take you up on that.” You tell her, relieved. 

“Good. Now go home, put on some music, try to relax. I’ll handle the Harrington situation.”

You’re not entirely sure what that entails, but her confidence is reassuring. After one more grateful nod, you thank her again and head back outside. Not quite feeling relief, but certainly not feeling any worse.

Steve juggled a soda cup in one hand and a stack of tapes in the other. He had the evening off yesterday and had spent it binge watching crappy rom coms while trying to ignore the nagging feeling in his chest. Trying to find some solace in those mundane guys managing to snag the unattainable, popular girl. They never showed what happened after the whole kiss and get-together thing. Life imitates art in a way.

He also had the day off today—normally something that would have him beaming from the inside out—but he made the decision to spend it alone. A decision that had been laced with anxiety, which now leaked into a mild depression. His nerves overshadowed any relief he felt about his schedule. 

He unlocked the door to Family Video, hoping he’d be able to stash the unchecked tapes and slip out before Robin noticed the cloud hanging over him. No such luck. 

She was early for her shift, waiting at the counter, arms crossed, jaw set. Her eyes locked on him the second he stepped inside.

“You.” She spoke the word like it was a challenge. “Explain yourself.”

He paused, heartbeat picking up, not expecting this level of hostility.

“What did I do now?” he asked cautiously, setting the tapes down. “I planned to bring them back before opening, I swear, I just—”

Robin cut him off with a sharp wave of her hand. “Not that. Your girlfriend came in here yesterday, totally distressed. She thought she did something wrong. Actually asked if she might’ve scared you off by, and I quote, ‘making you dinner.’”

Steve’s stomach flipped. A wave of guilt slammed into him, sharper than he’d expected. He swallowed, remembering how you’d stood in your apartment, smiling so warmly, how you’d carefully stirred a pot of sauce just for him. 

God, he’d been such an idiot.

He thought that you would have been too busy with work this week to notice his silence. He thought he hid his emotions better than that. 

“She thinks that?” he managed to say, voice tight. “She really asked that?”

“Of course she did.” Robin slammed her palm on the counter. “Now, are you freaking out, or what? Because if you are, just say so.”

“Me? Freaking out?” A shaky laugh left Steve’s lips. Freaking out was putting it mildly. “I’m fine, Rob.”

She shook her head. “You’re clearly not,” she persisted. “Last week you’re gushing about your new relationship, and now it’s radio silence. What’s up with you? Spill it.”

He knew there was no getting out of this, well, unless he literally turned and ran out the store. But that seemed a bit extreme and would likely only delay this conversation. 

He dreaded this part. The whole talking about his feelings and his subsequent inadequacies. 

“It’s going to sound dumb,” he muttered, gaze dropping to the floor. 

“More so than usual?” She teased.

“Robin.” 

“Right, no.” She muttered. “Wrong time. Sorry.”

She sighed and walked round the counter so she was standing directly in front of him. Both so she could gauge his reaction and bring him some semblance of comfort. “Talk to me.”

“It’s like…” He trails off, looking away from her pitiful expression.”She’s going places, you know? Really going places. I’m just… here.”

Her expression softened a fraction. “What brought this on?”

Steve felt the memories swirl—Dustin’s pointed remarks, the creeping sense of déjà vu reminding him how Nancy once left him behind. 

“Dustin,” he admitted after a beat. “He said some stuff… about me only dating smart girls who are outta my league. It got stuck in my head, okay?”

“Henderson?” Robin’s eyebrows shot up. “Steve, he’s a kid. A kid with zero concept of normal relationship drama. You’re really letting that get to you?”

He tried to muster a shrug, but his chest felt tight. No matter what angle he looked at it, it was a statement that he couldn’t disprove. 

“He’s not entirely wrong,” he mumbled. “I don’t have a big plan or anything. My job’s okay, but it’s not exactly a career, and I’m certainly not saving big money—there’s no future path. Meanwhile, she’s got all these ideas, ambitions, everything.”

Robin stared, seeming torn between wanting to hug him and wanting to smack him upside the head. 

“God, you’re self-sabotaging again.”

“I am not—”

“Yes, you are!” she insisted, stepping forward. “Textbook Harrington behaviour: good thing’s happening, so you panic and decide you don’t deserve it. I just watched her walk out of here looking like someone kicked her puppy. She literally thinks she scared you off.”

Steve’s gut twisted further. He pictured you, eyes glassy with worry, probably replaying every moment you’d spent together. After your heart to heart the other day it became clear that you tended to overthink, he didn’t realise you could be doing that because of him. 

The notion that you blamed yourself made his chest ache. 

“I… I didn’t mean to make her feel that way,” he said, voice hollow.

“So don’t.” Robin pressed her lips together. “Fix it. You’re good at that sort of thing.”

He exhaled shakily, setting the soda on the counter before he spilled it with his shaky hands. “How?”

“You have today off, right?” Robin asked, folding her arms.

“Yeah,” Steve said.

“She does too,” Robin replied pointedly. “And it’s not even 10 a.m. yet. So do something nice for her. Show her you’re not running away. Because, believe me, if you keep pulling back, it’s gonna look like you are.”

Steve nodded, trying to will away the tightening in his throat. “What do I even plan? Something big? Flowers? Fancy dinner? She’s already done the cooking thing—”

Robin let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. “You’re not exactly wooing the queen of England. Just do something that says ‘I appreciate you and want to be around you.’ Could be a picnic, a drive, a movie—whatever. Don’t overthink it.”

He let out a short, humourless laugh. “But that’s kinda my specialty these days.”

“Clearly,” Robin muttered, though her tone was gentler now. “Look, the point is, she’s into you. She made that super obvious. The only person doubting it is you. So cut it out.”

Steve paused, letting her words settle. A small seed of hope unfurled in his chest, reminding him why he’d fallen for you in the first place.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, gaze locked on the floor. Then he lifted his head, determined. “I’ll, uh… yeah, I’ll figure something out.”

Robin’s tense posture eased, and she gave a curt nod. “Good. Because if you break that girl’s heart over your own insecurities, I’ll murder you. In a loving, best-friend sort of way.”

Steve managed a small grin. “In a loving way, sure.”

“Get out of here before Keith shows up.” She smirked, waving him off. “And don’t forget to call her, for God’s sake.”

Snatching up his soda again, Steve headed for the door, heart still pounding but a faint sense of relief settling in.

From the moment Steve picked up the phone at ten that morning—voice shaky with nerves—he knew he was taking a gamble. 

He could feel the cautious edge in your tone, the coolness that suggested you were bracing yourself. Still, he invited you over to his place for that evening, willing the dread in his stomach to subside. He told himself it would be okay, that he’d find the right words. 

Robin had told him to talk, so talk he would.

Meanwhile, you spent your Sunday feeling a dread so heavy it threatened to pin you to the floor. 

Why else would Steve have been so distant all week? The only logical conclusion was that he’d decided this wasn’t working. After all, you’d had that conversation with Robin—maybe she’d reported back to him, told him something that sealed the deal. 

It made sense in a heartbreakingly logical way.

By the time five o’clock rolled around, you felt like you’d gone through every stage of grief. You dragged yourself to your car and made the drive toward the Harrington residence, a place that had once felt so exciting in its promise. 

Now it loomed large in your mind as the site of an upcoming breakup. When you arrived, you saw plenty of parking space—his parents, you recalled, were almost never home. You turned the keys of the ignition and exited the vehicle. 

At least no one will witness what’s about to happen. 

You made your way up the steps, breath tight in your chest. Just as you lifted a hand to knock, the door swung open, revealing Steve, hair meticulously styled, smelling faintly of aftershave. The pang in your heart only sharpened. 

Did he seriously dress up for this?

“Hi,” he managed, the word catching slightly, like he was just as nervous as you.

“Hi,” you replied curtly.

Steve cleared his throat, looking awkward in a way that tugged at your heart—no matter how resigned you felt. “Uh, I think you should come in.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “All right.”

Inside, the house felt cavernous, every footstep echoing. He led you to the living room, and you couldn’t help but glance around, remembering how you used to marvel at this place—huge, yes, but also warm with the potential of summer get-togethers, that pool you’d joked about wanting to try. Now, the thought made your stomach twist. 

Guess you won’t be swimming here after all.

You both settled on the couch, an awkward space between you. Steve’s fingers twitched at his sides, and he couldn’t quite meet your eye. The hush was almost suffocating, until finally he spoke, voice low and unsteady.

“Look, um… I think we need to talk.”

Your heart thumped. So this is it. You drew a shaky breath, forcing yourself to sound calmer than you felt. 

“Okay. Sure.”

He tried not to grimace at the coolness in your tone. You’d never sounded so distant before, and it killed him to know he caused it. Robin’s words about “explaining himself” rang in his ears, so he opened his mouth—only for you to beat him to it.

“Listen, Steve,” you began, voice thick with tension. “I… I get what’s going on here.”

Steve frowned, something twisting in his chest. “Huh? You do?”

“Yeah," you nodded. "I kind of guessed it.”

“Really?” A flicker of confusion passed over his features. “You did?”

Exhaling, you steeled yourself, trying to keep your composure. 

“Look, I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Maybe you didn’t appreciate me crying about my job the other day, or maybe I was too forward cooking dinner for you. I get it. I just… I can’t think of anything else I did wrong.” You forced a hollow laugh. “So I assumed it must be that. Maybe I scared you off.”

Steve’s brows shot up, genuine shock colouring his face.

“What you did wrong?” he echoed. “Wait—what are you talking about?”

You swallowed. 

Get it over with. 

“Aren’t you… breaking up with me?”

Steve nearly jumped out of his skin. Every worst fear he had about you feeling hurt was now a reality. 

“What? No! No, I’m not breaking up with you.” He spoke in quick succession. “Are you crazy? I’m not doing that.”

The wave of relief that swept through you was immediate but fleeting.

“Then what is this?” you asked, voice unsure. “It’s obvious you’re not feeling this anymore. You’ve been ignoring me all week, and I’m not gonna force you to stay if you don’t want to. I just… I figured there’d be a reason.”

He grimaced, running a hand through his hair and messing up that careful style. 

“There is a reason,” he admitted. “But trust me, it’s not you.”

“Yeah,” you snorted, a weak attempt at humour that came out more sad than anything. “That’s what everyone always says when they break up with someone.”

Steve let out a frustrated breath. He had never been good at this. You were the one who was good with words, not him. 

“No, really. It—fuck, just let me talk.” He paused, gathering himself. The realisation that you thought you caused this somehow made his heart twist painfully. If you only knew how not your fault it really was. 

God, what a mess. 

He stared at the floor, feeling the weight of all his insecurities. 

“Listen,” he started, voice shaky, “I’m not good at this, so just give me a moment.”

You watched him, a pang of sympathy slipping through your self-protective shell. He looked… rattled, more so than you’d ever seen him. Despite your own heartbreak, you nodded, letting him gather his courage.

“Okay,” he said, exhaling slowly. “So, I don’t have the best track record with relationships. Or even friendships. I thought I’d gotten better, but apparently not.” He let out a short laugh, eyes flicking up to meet yours for a second—only to dart away when he saw the concern there. 

It was hard to think when you looked at him like that. Like he was something to be pitied.

“What I’m trying to say is… I always seem to get left behind. My first girlfriend left me for someone else. My old friends ditched me as soon as I wasn’t cool anymore. My parents ignored me because I sucked at school.” He swallowed hard, voice thickening with old wounds. “Then I met you, this super smart girl who clearly has the world at her fingertips—you’ve accomplished so much already, more than I ever could. It made me think: how could I hold onto that? How could I keep you interested in my life when I work at a video store and spend my free time with a bunch of teenagers?”

Your heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his words. For a second, you just stared, feeling tears prick the backs of your eyes at how wrong he was about himself.

Without thinking, you reached out and slid your hand into his, the contact gentle but resolute.

“Steve,” you whispered, voice unsteady but filled with honesty, “how can you think that about yourself?”

His gaze snapped to yours, confusion etched in every line of his face. 

You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing, running a thumb along the backs of his knuckles. 

“You really don’t see what others see, do you?”

He frowned, looking lost. “I… I’m not following.”

Blinking back tears, you gave a soft, exasperated laugh. 

Of course he couldn’t see, your sweet, stupid boy.

“Steve, the first time we met, you literally lugged and built me a whole bookshelf—remember that? You practically passed out hauling the thing up the stairs.”

“Shit,” he muttered, cheeks tinging pink, “you noticed?”

“Yeah, I noticed,” you said, remembering the moment you started falling for him. “And I saw you freaking out over the instructions, but you tried to act like you totally had it under control.”

“Damn…” he hung his head. “Not as smooth as I thought I was.”

Not in the slightest.

A weak smile tugged at your lips. 

“Maybe not, but that’s overrated anyway.” Taking a breath, you tightened your grip on his hand. “Steve, you’re a giver—through and through. So you don’t have some swanky office job—who cares? You have something better. You’re selfless, you help people, you care. That’s worth more than anything else, trust me. Whenever you talk about your friends, it’s like a never-ending list of names. You’re rich, Steve. Richer than money.”

He felt tears burning behind his eyes. This was not part of the plan, for him to be openly crying while you praise him repeatedly. That should have been his job tonight. Making you feel better. 

“Shit, sweetheart,” he croaked, “you’re gonna make me cry over here.”

“Me too,” you admitted, voice thick with emotion. “We’re both lame.”

“Yeah,” he managed, a watery laugh escaping, “the lamest.”

A heartbeat of silence passed, and then he lifted his eyes to yours with a shy, almost bashful smile, one you hadn’t seen all week. It looked like him, the real Steve you fell for.

“Come here?” he asked, sounding almost boyish in his nervousness.

You couldn’t move fast enough.

He leaned in, and for a moment, everything else fell away—the big house, the rolling ache in your gut. His lips pressed to yours, soft at first, hesitant, then deepening as relief coursed through both of you. 

He couldn’t quite stop smiling against your mouth, which made the kiss a bit clumsy, but neither of you cared. The tenderness overshadowed any awkwardness. It felt like coming up for air after being underwater for too long. When he finally pulled back, he let out a shaky exhale, one hand still cupping your cheek. 

“I missed doing that,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip.

“Me too,” you breathed.

He swallowed hard, glancing away as guilt resurged. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like you messed up. Like I didn’t—like I wasn’t into you anymore. I am. I really am. Probably too much”

“You should have told me,” you scold him, his brown eyes still glassy. “Aren’t you the one who preached about sharing problems?”

A choked laugh tore from his throat. “Yeah, well… ‘do as I say, not as I do.’”

“You’re impossible,” you teased, though the affection in your voice was unmistakable.

Suddenly, a shrill beeping noise cut through the charged atmosphere, making you both jump. 

“What is that?” you asked, pulse still fluttering from the kiss.

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Oh, crap, the timer!” He scrambled off the couch, practically tripping over the coffee table. You followed him with a bemused smile as he disappeared into the adjacent kitchen.

Seconds later, you found him shutting off the buzzer, cheeks flushed. 

“I, uh… made dinner,” he confessed, looking adorably sheepish.

Your eyebrows shot up. “You cooked?”

“I mean, I stole your idea,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Rob said I should do something nice, so… here we are. My parents were never around much, so I learned a few things. It’s probably not as good as yours, but I figured it was worth a shot.”

A laugh rose in your chest, part delight, part lingering emotional exhaustion. “Robin told you to do this? I gotta thank her.”

He set a potholder aside, shrugging with an embarrassed smile. “She said I had to make it up to you, so… yeah. I guess I’m returning the favour.”

“You’re full of surprises,” you said softly, stepping closer. 

Steve let out a quiet breath, a small, relieved grin curving his lips. As you moved into his space, he reached out, fingers ghosting along your arm before settling at your waist.

“And you, deserve it.” He murmured, voice brimming with affection. “Really sweetheart, you deserve the world.”

Something in his tone made your heart clench. Before you could respond, he leaned in again, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow, tender—altogether mesmerising. 

He cradled your face like you might vanish if he wasn’t careful, as though keeping you close was the only way to convince himself that this was real. You tasted the faint salt of his earlier tears, felt his almost giddy smile against your mouth, and the mix of sadness and relief and overwhelming softness made you cling tighter to him.

It was the kind of moment that made the ache worth it, the kind you knew you’d replay in your head a thousand times.

You finally broke apart, just enough to catch your breath. Foreheads touching, you could see the hint of a shaky grin still hovering on his lips. 

“I guess this means we’re not breaking up?” you asked playfully.

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head vigorously. “But hey, you might change your mind after you try my cooking.”

“Hey!” you protested, giving his shoulder a playful shove—no malice behind it at all. “I’m not that cruel. Even if it was terrible, I’d never tell you.”

“And there you go being way too good for me,” he chuckles, but this time it feels more like the joke he was aiming for. 

One that he knew deep down was not true.

[cloudskyana]

astrology observations iii

note: take what resonates, these are only based on my own observations.

do you want to know the vibe that you give off? look at your 10th house. 10th house is the house of our public image and reputation. if there is no planet, look at its ruler. my 10th house is sagittarius and i have my sun and pluto there. even though i have a pisces rising, people would always perceive me as ambitious, inquisitive, and intense.

on the other hand, look at your 1st house for the physical appearance. again, if there is no planet, look at the ruler. as a pisces rising, its ruler in modern astrology is neptune. my neptune is in capricorn. i have a round, watery, and dreamy eyes just how they describe pisces risings. also, i have a wide forehead, sharp jawline, slim body, and above average in height just like how they describe capricorn risings.

saturn and pluto dominants may look like they are doing fine but beneath lies a lot of growth and transformations from their experiences that they never talk about.

a stellium in 10th house may make a person too self-conscious.

pisces mars can have a passive-aggressive way of communicating their desires and needs. these may be the type of people that says they are fine but will be posting on their social medias the opposite.

leo risings can be great directors, or if not, they can be good at theater and performing arts. they can be great actors and actresses.

sagittarius moon may come off as an air moon because they are the most detached fire moon.

mercury in aquarius loves sciences. they are also updated the trends. i have noticed that these people are the real nerds and has the potential to change the world with their innovative ideas and out-of-the-box way of thinking.

in terms of finding a partner, venus in virgo cares a lot about physical appearance and hygiene. i have friends that have this placement and the physical appearance of a potential mate is one of their top priorities.

a mix of air and water placements in the big 6 of a native makes them have teasing as their top love language. these are the people that uses humor, jokes, and witty remarks to cover up their real feelings and intentions to the person that they are eyeing.

when venus is in bad aspect to saturn (square, opposition, quincunx) in a natal chart, it means that it may take time for the person to find love or a partner. there may be lessons that he or she needs to learn to find it since venus is love and values, saturn is karma and responsibilities.

too much trines and sextiles in a synastry chart is also not favorable. since the presence of trines indicates lazyness or it-is-what-it-is attitude on the negative side, the two people involved may feel too comfortable and passive in pursuing or levelling up the relationship.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o yelling at the kids out of frustration

Request: Hiii, Love your work 😌 I was wondering how do you think Seventeen will react/handle if their significant other was to take their frustrations out on the kids by yelling at them from being so overwhelmed from them not listening. If you choose to write thank you 😊

A/N: This is the only reaction I rewrote almost six times, each time writing up to half of the members before clicking delete. When I read the request, it really intrigued me, and I had a clear idea of what I wanted to write even before starting. But at that moment, I wasn’t in the right position to sit down and type, so I had to wait a couple of hours before I did. However, when I finally sat down, suddenly I couldn’t express what I was thinking in words. I wrote this so many times, and it was me who got frustrated over it, but I have no kids of my own to yell at, lol (guys, no, be nice to your kids if you have any, though you probably don’t), or even SVT. Anyway, some versions were detailed and broad, and some were brief, but in the end, I didn’t like any of them, and I feel so sad. I hope you still like this, anon :( I really tried my best!

Seungcheol: You’re feeling overwhelmed, your patience wearing thin, and the kids aren't listening to you. Before you know it, you're raising your voice, but Seungcheol gently steps in. He’d very calmly approach the situation, pulling you aside if necessary. “Hey, I know you’re really stressed, but yelling at the kids isn’t going to help. They’re just trying to get your attention. Let’s take a step back, breathe, and talk about what’s going on with me. I’m here, okay?” He would make sure to address the kids as well, asking them to give you some space while also reassuring them that everything’s okay.

Jeonghan: Jeonghan would probably be the most understanding, trying to comfort you, but he’d still encourage you to find a better way to cope. You’re about to snap, but Jeonghan pulls you into a quiet corner. He rests his hand on your shoulder and speaks softly, “I get it, you’re at your limit, but let’s not let our frustrations out like this. It’s okay to be overwhelmed, but the kids need guidance, not anger.” He would reassure you that it’s okay to ask for help and that the kids need to see a more measured response, even if things are difficult. With all of that, he leans in to give you a hug, grounding you before you face the kids again and soothe any of your lingering guilt.

Joshua: He'd would be very very concerned about how you’re feeling. Your voice cracks with frustration, and he steps in. He places a hand on your arm and gives you a gentle look, “Love, I know it’s been a tough day. Let’s try to handle this with patience. You know how much the kids look up to you, you're their mom and they’re probably not understanding the stress you’re under. Let’s take a breath and communicate calmly.” He talks to the kids next, speaking in a measured way and reassuring you that things will get better.

Jun: You feel the weight of everything crashing down, and before you know it, you’ve raised your voice. Jun, noticing the shift, comes up to you. He'd would be calm and thoughtful and likely approach the situation with understanding and grace. “I can see that you're feeling really overwhelmed, and it’s okay to admit that. But yelling at the kids won’t help them understand what’s going on. They don’t know how to process your stress, but it's okay .” He gives you a small, reassuring smile. “Let’s take a moment, and then we’ll handle this together.”

Hoshi: Hoshi would make sure everyone is okay, even if he has to act as the mediator. The energy in the room is high, and you can feel yourself about to lose it. And you lose it. He quickly interjects to not let it escalate, “Whoa, hold on! I know you’re feeling all sorts of things, but yelling isn’t the way to go. The kids probably don’t get what’s happening. Let’s try to express ourselves better, yeah? I’ve got your back. Tell me if you want me to take over.” He then walks over to the kids, placing a hand on their small shoulders and silently telling them to listen to their mom while also reassuring them that everything will be okay. He’s ready to take over if needed.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo would likely stay quiet at first, observing the situation before speaking up in a reassuring manner. You can hear the tension in your voice as you yell but he still remains calm, stepping forward with. He gives you a moment to breathe before speaking, “I know you're stressed, and it’s okay to have those moments. But they need us to guide them, not scare them. Maybe we can talk to them calmly, so they can understand what you’re going through. You’re doing your best, and that’s enough.” His reassurance helps settle your nerves, and you find the strength to handle the situation with a bit more patience.

Woozi: Woozi would probably be more reserved and silent, letting you handle it but would speak up if he saw the situation escalating. The tension in the air is thick, and you’re about to raise your voice again, but he steps in this time, “I know you’re overwhelmed, but raising your voice like that isn’t going to make them listen more. Breathe. Calm down and talk to them with a little more patience.” He stands beside you, watching the kids quietly, making sure things don’t escalate further. He'd then would make sure that you step back and refocus.

Dokyeom: Kyeom would be more into diffusing the situation, probably getting the kids to calm down and apologizing on your behalf. “Hey hey, don’t stress! I know the kids are acting up, but we can handle this! Let’s explain what’s going on instead of raising our voices. They’ll listen, I promise.” He would bring a level of warmth to the situation, wanting to make you feel like you’re not alone.

Mingyu: Mingyu, while normally a calm cutie guy, would probably be a bit stern but not too harsh. You’ve had enough, and Mingyu can sense it but he’d want you to see the bigger picture. “Look, I get that it’s tough, but yelling like that doesn’t help anyone. They’re just kids, and they’re not trying to make things harder. Let’s talk through it, alright?” He then takes charge of the situation with the kids, making sure they understand the importance of listening, giving you a chance to calm down and regain your composure.

Minghao: He would stay calm and focused, probably taking you aside to ask if there’s anything you need to talk about. He’d also be really good at reading the room and knowing when to intervene. “You’re overwhelmed, I know. But yelling won’t fix it. Let’s breathe and figure out how to handle this together. You don’t have to carry it all on your own. Just share with me.” Hao would offer you comfort, knowing that you might need a moment to decompress and think before re-engaging with the kids.

Seungkwan: I think Seungkwan would be a bit more dramatic in his response, but he’d want you to feel supported and that's exactly what you need at that moment. “Okay, okay! I know it’s frustrating, but yelling isn’t going to solve anything! Let’s calm down and talk to them but please don't yell. You’ve got this, I believe in you.” After his little speech, he might try to make you laugh, easing the tension and reminding you to keep things in perspective.

Vernon: Vernon would likely take a more non-confrontational approach, trying to lighten the mood but also bringing it back to the importance of communication knowing the situation needs to be calmed down. “I get that things are tough, but yelling doesn’t help. You’ve been so patient so far, so let’s just cool down and figure this out, okay?” He'd would keep it simple and straight to the point, focused on calming the situation down without any added pressure.

Dino: Dino might try to diffuse the tension but he’d still understand the importance of addressing the issue. “Woah, that was a little intense...let’s all take a breather, okay? We don’t want the kids to get scared. We can fix this. Let’s just talk it out!” He moves toward the kids, making sure they understand what it is to listen and take things easy while also offering you a chance to relax for a moment.

[sinful-lanterns]

I finally got angell on the standard banner so can I ask for a angell nsfw headcanons

Cooking up some Angell NSFW headcanons just for you anon! So happy you finally got her, she is the cutest hitman <3

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

ANGELL NSFW HEADCANONS:

- Angell is a switch with a preference for topping and domming. It’s very hard to get her to bottom or sub however, as she prefers being in control. Once you get closer to her in your relationship, she will let you touch her as she learns to trust you!

- Most of the time, sex is initiated by Angell dry humping you while cuddling, sleeping, or even just coming up behind you while you cook. Angell really likes dry humping. She enjoys having her pussy/cock rub against your ass after a long day…

- Her fingers are very long. Not exactly super muscular compared to other women, but they’re very rough and calloused. They feel pretty good when they plunge into you and plow you repeatedly.

- Speaking of plowing, Angell plows hard. When she wears the strap or uses her cock, she practically folds you over and bulldozes into your pussy. It kinda leaves bruises on your thighs from how rough she gets, but Angell is always quick to pull out when she sees you’re uncomfortable.

- Angell finds out she likes it a lot when you sit on her face. Her pupils get so blown out like a cat’s, and she can’t help but clamp around your hips to force you on her face until she’s satisfied. By the end of it all, her face looks like a sopping wet cat who fell asleep in a milk bowl.

- Besides the bedroom, Angell’s favorite places to fuck you in, are the couch and the kitchen counter. Specifically the kitchen counter though, there’s just something about fucking her cute “housewife” while she cooks that gives Angell the biggest boner she’s ever had. Girl gets bricked up af when she sees you cook.

- Angell enjoys being handcuffed once she gets comfortable being vulnerable with you. She looks so sexy just cuffed to the head of your bed, abs heaving with sweat while her strap/cock stands erect, ready for you to ride her. It’s a kink that you learn to unlock with Angell and now every time she sees handcuffs, she can’t help but chew her lip.

- Angell isn’t really into food play, but if you pour some red bean soup (just warm, btw) on your body, Angell will gladly eat it up.

- Bai Yi is the one who gives Angell the idea of spanking, and now Angell will walk by you and casually give your ass a big smack. All while she has a deadpan look on her face. (Yes, she does this in public too 💀)

- Angell’s abs are rock hard. Feel free to ride them during sex, as it makes Angell feel pride in her body. Whenever she works out, she likes to imagine how you’d react to her muscles, wanting to see you lose yourself as you grind your slick cunt over her stomach. (She ends up drooling mid workout)

[fairestwriting]

headcannons about idia who’s head over heels in love with yuu ever since the orientation ceremony (he’s such a dork your honor)

Of course they get closer over time as the story progresses ^~^

also I just wanted to say your works r so cute and unique along with how you write them!! You truly do capture the essence of the characters even when the stories r pretty short or even just simply headcannons lol <3

wahh thank you sm 🥹 i really love the characters and writing them in situations…. it makes me happy to hear people think im portraying them well

𐙚 Idia Shroud

It’s not like he’s never had a crush on anyone before, he’d usually recognize the feeling pretty quickly even. But, that pretty much instant feeling of being drawn to this one specific stranger in the crowd, that’s definitely something new. He doesn’t understand why he’s so fixated on you right off the bat, flustered like you’re not multiple feet apart and don’t even know each other’s names. Idia’s heart races even more, being almost too late to realize he was staring at you before you glance towards him. Sure, you’re a cute stranger, but that sort of “crush at first sight” thing only belongs in cheesy dating sims and such, as far as Idia knows.

”Aah, that’s it, this school finally made me lose my mind”, he thinks, once at the ceremony, then again when your face shows up in his thoughts later. He hadn’t even heard you speak, and yet… He finds himself overthinking every bit of that non-interaction, one half of his mind firmly telling him that he’s being a weirdo for doing that at all, near completely drowned out by his worries over whether you caught him staring at you like an idiot. If this was really a crush, and not a really weird case of crossed wires, he’s probably already ruined everything for himself, right? Not that he’d have a chance otherwise—

He almost manages to get over the whole thing when the stars decide to align to laugh at him, and you two end up talking. What exactly led up to it? If you asked him how, he’d hinestly have trouble remembering. Did you end up visiting his dorm, maybe even joining his club? Did you two run into each other in the halls, anime meet-cute style? You introduced yourself, and he somehow managed to respond appropriately. Maybe he was on his phone, looking at something related to a game he likes, and you just so happened to play it too…

And it’s a known fact that the one thing that’ll get Idia to forget his own anxiety for a moment, is being prompted to talk about his interests— Whatever it was that you brought up became the thing that miraculously tied you two together. You end up exchanging contact information, both too invested in feeding each other’s excitement for a second.

…Then, after you walk away from each other, it hits Idia that he has your contact information. Looking back on it, he feels like that must have been insanely lucky of him. Probably months worth of dream cards pulled from limited banners. At this point, there’s no way to deny his feelings to himself, incomprehensible as they might feel. Maybe he could dare to think he has a chance, considering you two have an interest in common… And it’s always much easier for him to talk to people over text.

That’d be getting ahead of himself, though, he thinks, the debate heavy in his mind as he proofreads his text asking if you want to play that game with him anytime soon. He covers his own eyes when he hits send, his hands feeling shaky down to the fingertips. You could send the most unremarkably polite response, he’s still going all crazy over it, even alarming Ortho with the noise he makes when he almost falls off his chair.

You play together, somehow it turns into a routine thing. You start exchanging texts, greeting each other in the halls. Idia has no idea how life just dropped that on his lap, even though he starts to feel more comfortable around you, it’s always still a little surreal. There’s always that persistent fear that he’s going to ruin everything somehow, but as much as his lower moods make him want to withdraw, he never goes through with it, a text from you arriving just in time to snap him out of the trance— Really, you must be magic, or something. So much that even if it all turned out to be a spell, he doesn’t think he’d even mind it.

if you like my work you can support me by commissioning me or tipping me on ko-fi ── ᵎᵎ ✦

[sugarplumkneecaps]

hihihi could I ask for a Shadow x Reader and they're spending the day ice skating on Valentine's day maybe with a reader who can't skate and Shadow helps them out? thank you!

A/N: This is such a cute idea! I could immediately picture this <3 I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s day!

Love on Ice

Pairing: Shadow x Reader C/W: none Genre: Wholesome, fluff

Your legs wobbled violently as you struggled to gather your bearings on the ice. Even after weeks of practicing ice skating with Shadow, the ice and you were decidedly not friends. Your uncertain feet shifted in a slippery fashion along the freezing surface as you gripped the sides of the wall as hard as you could manage.

“Hold onto me,” Shadow’s low voice hummed close to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You looked over your shoulder just as Shadow’s hand found your waist, pulling you off the wall. Panicked, you quickly grabbed onto him, preparing to fall flat on your bottom just as you had done countless times before. A soft chuckle came from his chest as he took your hands in his to steady you.

“Look up, I got you,” he cooed sweetly, a smile stretching across his lips.

No matter how many times you had fallen over previously, your cheeks still burned from embarrassment. Shadow was determined to get you skating comfortably by today. While he had made impressive strides towards this goal, you still found that you lacked the confidence to truly perform. While you feared most other instructors might have given up on you by now, he had stayed head strong and reassured you each time that you were doing well.

All of this training had been leading up to this moment, after all. Shadow had rented out the ice rink in the town square for a couple hours for Valentine’s day, which was an impressive feat for anyone to accomplish. But since this was a popular activity, especially for the holiday, hundreds of eyes watched you struggle on the ice. This did nothing to help with your confidence, making you instead wish you had the ability to shrivel up and disappear each time you fumbled a step forward.

“Don’t worry about them,” Shadow whispered, his voice barely above an audible level. “Focus on me.”

You obeyed, looking up at him sheepishly as he adjusted himself to be in front of you. He held your hands out before you, giving them a reassuring squeeze before pushing off to skate with you. Many things about Shadow impressed you, but you found his ability to skate backwards was such a simple and yet mindboggling skill of his that he utilized frequently to hold your gaze. Even with the verbal instruction to look ahead, you could not follow it unless he was present to hold your gaze steady with his crimson eyes.

“That’s it,” he looked you over before returning his gaze to yours, “you’re doing great.”

With one swift motion, you both were off, skating around the rink at a speed you were certain you would never comfortably reach on your own. The wind blew through Shadow’s quills and across your cheek as snow picked up around you. Still, Shadow did not falter. In between compliments and soft words, you were able to complete your first lap around the rink without a hitch. Upon realization, excitement filled you from your core outward, causing you to lose your balance for a moment. The trip shot you into Shadow’s arms with unexpected force, causing you to let out a small gasp as you both made contact with the ice.

“Oh, oh! I’m so sorry!” you scrambled to get up unsuccessfully before turning your full attention to your partner before you. Flicks of orange and yellow peppered his iris, the intense red of them enveloping you in their loving gaze. You hand lay pressed against his chest, where his heart thumped rapidly against his chest cavity. A sheepish smile played at his lips as he helped you both to your feet once more.

“You are so precious,” he whispered, reaching up to caress your cheek against his palm. A familiar heat rose to greet his touch, blush forming on your cheeks. He let his hand drop, reaching for your own once more. “One more lap. Ready?”

You nodded, doing your best to collect yourself. Once more, another lap around the rink went without issue. And, again, Shadow admired you after before convincing you to go once more.

By the end, you were able to skate with him by your side, moving somewhat freely as you felt your confidence building with each step. A bell rung through a large speaker, signifying other skaters permission to resume their own skating. Shadow tugged on your arm lightly, bringing you both to a stop. He positioned himself close to you, his warm breath brushing against your skin as he spoke, “I wanted today to be something we could hold dear and cherish.”

His thumb ran across your own, your eyes locked on each other as the world flew by around you. He smiled sweetly, bringing your hand to his lips as he planted a kiss along your knuckles.

“Will you be my Valentine?”

[sweetiecelin]

A Ride of A Lifetime (Dean x Reader)

Request from @lieutenantchaos: could you write a dean x reader fic where after a hunt you end up at a bar with a mechanical bull and Dean gets jealous and possessive over the reader after they’ve gotten off the bull?

Summary: After a hunt you and Dean decide to head to a dive bar, meaning to blow off some steam

The hunt you and the boys went on was a bitch. It was a nest of vampires that was draining and turning runaway teens, and you got there just in time to only save one kid. The guilt from not being able to save the others, weighed deep on you. So when Dean suggested going to the local dive, you took the chance to drink your sorrows away. The younger Winchester opted to stay at the motel, claiming he wanted to catch up on sleep(after he looked for your next case).

It was a dingy little place, smelling like regret and cigarette smoke with some soft rock playing in the background. You walked away from the bar as Dean found a table. After the bartender slid over two beers and a round of shots, you made your way back to Dean. 

A few rounds later, you happened to notice people gathering around this mechanical bull. There was a woman already riding on it, the men hollering out comments about her and making suggestive comments. You looked over at Dean, who was focusing on her and biting his lip. You had this growing crush on him but he seemed more interesting in any other girl. It felt like you just weren’t his type. 

Then you got an idea. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to you, the other men were probably going to.

While he wasn’t paying attention; You strolled over to the bull, navigating through the crowd and finding the person working it. After flashing a smile or two he agreed to let you hop on as the woman who was riding it fell off. Walking on to the platform, you hopped right on. Gripping on the reins you got comfortable, the comments about you started; from the men being excited and looking a little predatory, while the women were looking judgmental towards both you and their boyfriends. 

The bull started rocking back and forth starting to turn. You gripped on for dear life as it went faster and faster. You were so focused on staying on the bull, you didn’t see Dean looking at you with wide eyes. Then he started to hear the comments about you, how some men wanted you to ride them like the bull. His irritation started growing, as you started rocking your body with the movements of the bull. It wasn’t until you made a passing glance around the bar and saw Dean. If you hadn’t seen Dean’s face, you probably would’ve lasted a few more seconds. The shock of the look on his face and making his way to you, you were tossed off the damn bull.

You were making your way in Dean’s direction when someone grabbed your arm. The guy pulled you close and whispered in your ear making a suggestion that if you went with him to his place you’d leave a happy girl. Deann’s eyes went directly to you and the guy. The laugh you made at his comment, Dean’s vision went red. He quickly got you, and shoved the guy away. Now it was Dean’s grip on your arm dragging you out of the dive.

Once you reached the impala, he turned to you with the most pissed of look on his face, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Huh? Riding the bull?”

“No, intentionally trying to get the attention of every guy in there. Even the bartender was staring at you,” He just looked at you and sighed.

“Dean, I don’t know if you know this, but we’re not dating. I can do whatever I please. Plus, not every guy was staring,” You just flashed a teasing smile at him. 

He just looked at you and sighed, “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have to keep an eye on you and make sure you didn’t do something stupid.”

“I don’t do anything stupid,” You joked.

“(Y/N), you almost went home with that asshole.”

“I wouldn’t have gone with him, I know a bit better than going to a stranger's place,” You sassed getting into the car. 

He went to the driver's side, now flashing you a flirtatious smirk, “Who knows, but now you’re going home with me.”

“Yeah, are you going to fuck me?”

Staring at you, Dean just grabbed you by your cheeks and smashed his lips on yours. The kiss deepened until he pulled away smiling.

“Only if you’re serious about that offer,” looking at your lips and flashing back up to your eyes.

“Oh,” you had to process what just happened, “I would like that very much.”

“Good, two conditions though; You ride me like that bull, I’ll even buck my hips for you and you have to stay silent so we don’t wake Sammy up.”

“Or we could get a different room?”

“Ou, I like that idea more, or we could do it right here in the impala.”

That night, you settled on both options. In the morning, things were definitely going to be different.

Author's Note: Hey y'all, it's been awhile since I wrote something. My old shit is SOOO bad. But I'd appreciate any feedback so I can write some better crap for you.

[bangchangbinnie]

Lap Of Luxery H.JS

A short dabble(?) about Y/n sitting in jisungs lap, and he almost can’t contain himself

Chubby!Fem reader x Han Jisung

WC 600+

Themes: suggestive themes, heavy tension, dirty thoughts, Jisung down bad, lap-sitting, Y/N unknowingly teasing him, internal screaming, Jisung struggling for his life, lots of soft touching, Jisung trying (and failing) to be respectful, mild language, dumbassery, and fluff with an underlying hint of thirst.

(Inspired by this video)

Jisung knew he was down bad.

Like, really bad. It wasn’t even funny at this point.

Y/N had plopped down onto his lap without a second thought, completely oblivious to the way his entire body had frozen at the contact.

Warm. Soft. Heavy in a way that made his hands itch to hold her properly.

God, he was losing his mind.

“Since you have so generously offered your lap as my throne,” Y/N declared, flipping her hair dramatically, “I shall now bless you with a live performance!”

Jisung barely processed her words because all he could think about was how close she was. Her weight pressed against him in the most deliciously unbearable way. He knew Y/N was chubby, but feeling her like this? His hands on her hips, fingers twitching as he resisted the urge to squeeze?

He was so screwed.

And then—she started singing.

“Every night in my dreams… I see you, I feel you…”

Jisung blinked, shaking himself out of his inappropriate thoughts.

Right. Titanic. Celine Dion. Not the fact that Y/N was shifting slightly in his lap, her ass pressing against his thighs in a way that was absolutely testing his willpower.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “Not this again.”

“That is how I knooooow you go oooon!”

Y/N clutched her chest dramatically, belting out the lyrics with full commitment.

Jisung tried to focus on laughing, on teasing her like he always did, but it was hard when she was moving like that. Every time she threw her arms up or adjusted her position, she pressed down just right.

He had to lift his hands—physically lift them off her waist—to stop himself from gripping her hips and holding her there.

“NEAAAAAR, FAAAR, WHEREVER YOU AREEEEE—”

Jisung clamped his mouth shut to stop the noise that almost came out of him. It wasn’t even her singing that was killing him. It was the way her body moved against his with every exaggerated note. The way she was so comfortably seated on him, not even realizing the war waging inside his head.

“Stop!” he finally choked out, laughter masking his desperation. “I can’t— I’m gonna die!”

Y/N gasped dramatically, twisting in his lap to face him, completely unaware of what she was doing to him. “Then sink with me, Jisung!”

He squeezed his eyes shut. Don’t say that. Don’t say stuff like that while you’re on my lap, oh my god.

He needed to get his shit together. Now.

Swallowing, he forced himself to laugh, lifting his arms in surrender as he played along. “Fine, fine! You win! But I’m taking you down with me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted,” she sighed happily, resting back against his chest.

Jisung tensed as she settled into him like it was nothing, her warmth seeping into him. He let out a shaky breath, barely keeping his hands on her waist as he held her in place.

It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t fair.

Y/N had no idea what she was doing to him.

And if he wanted to survive this moment, she could never find out.

[drvirgus]

Glow

Danielle X Reader

Description: Despite your initial distrust of Dani's relentless optimism, you discover that having someone as bright as Dani in your life is exactly what you need.

Warnings: insults; trauma; harsh words; foul language; kys/kms jokes; naughty jokes; drinking; smoking;

Chapter 27: Alone

Masterlist

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Yn didn't know what was wrong.

She just felt alone.

After spending time with Jihye and her family, she had felt so comfortable. They had listened to her—truly listened. No one had interrupted her, no one had ignored her.

At first, she had been unsure about their whole family dynamic. It was so unfamiliar to her. But after a while, she realized it wasn't fake or forced—it was just how they were.

And after that night, her own home felt even emptier. Even when her family was right there...

Maybe that was why she had never understood familial bonds the way others did. She didn't understand why someone would go out of their way, take the fall, or make sacrifices just because it was their brother or sister.

She just didn't get it.

She felt closer to her friends than she ever did to her family.

"So what exactly did Roberto do?" her brother asked, barely suppressing his laughter.

Yn looked at him, confused. "Who's Roberto?"

No one answered.

She frowned, waiting for the joke to end. But even when the laughter had died down, no one acknowledged her question.

"Who's Roberto?" she repeated, her voice sharper this time. But again, she was ignored.

With an irritated sigh, she simply nodded to herself and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table. She lit one without thinking twice.

It was unbelievable what people could get used to.

Cigarette smoke was harmful. Everyone knew that. It burned the lungs, scratched the throat, left you short of breath. Especially in the beginning. But even pain was something humans could adapt to.

Just like the feeling of being ignored.

"And Yn? What grade are you in again?" her mother asked casually.

Yn's mouth fell open slightly, stunned by the question.

She was actually asking that?

"Mom, she's in eighth grade." her brother groaned before she could answer, like he was bored of the conversation already.

"I'm not in eighth grade," Yn corrected, exhaling smoke as she took another drag. She opened her mouth to say what grade she was actually in, but before she could, her mother had already turned to start a conversation with her other daughter.

Yn let out a short, bitter breath through her nose.

So different from Jihye's family.

"I'm student council president," Yn said, louder this time, forcing their attention back to her.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, they just looked at her with vague confusion.

"Oh wow," her mother finally said. "That must be stressful, right?"

A small smile crept onto Yn's lips, ready to talk about her role.

"Stressful?" her sister scoffed before she could even respond. She let out a dry, mocking laugh as she put out her cigarette in the ashtray. "She doesn't even know real stress. What I go through? That's what real stress looks like." She gestured dramatically at herself. “Yn could never handle my life.”

Yn's jaw tightened.

You have no idea.

You don't know anything about me.

Just stop talking.

I hate this.

I hate you.

Selfish, narcissistic bitch.

Her mind was full of thoughts—too full. But not a single word left her lips.

Because it wouldn't change anything.

In the end, she would be the bad guy. It would be her fault when her sister started slamming doors or smashing glass.

It was never the actual culprit's fault.

Makes sense, right?

Yn was good at one thing: running away.

Just like now. She put out her cigarette, stood up from the kitchen table, and stretched with an exaggerated yawn.

"I'm going to bed," she muttered.

Most of them just nodded and continued their conversations.

"Oh, Yn—what about dinner?" her mother called just as she reached the door.

"Not hungry, thanks."

“Ugh, of course you’re not,” her brother scoffed. “Always so dramatic.”

“Jesus, just eat and stop acting so special,” her sister muttered, rolling her eyes.

Yn didn’t even react. She just walked away.

And just like that, she was gone.

Alone.

Even when she was surrounded by her family.

Well… maybe except for her mother.

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Taglist: @sixflame438 @saysirhc @illithharmony @somedaydream @yuyuy90 @wonyoungssi @peranoo @gornoi @multiliker @wtfisthisnoclueman @prologue-ae @he------len @tormaa1

[pessimisticloather]

Haven...

Pairing: Hwang!Hyunjin x fem!reader, established relationship, non-idol au

Synopsis: you come back home from a very bad and shitty day at work but your loving and.. dramatic partner boyfriend is there to comfort you

Genre: fluff, comfort, slight possessiveness

A/N: .. so this is my first time trying this.. didn't know what I was doing most of the time.. so enjoy.. I guess.

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Y/N sighed heavily as she stepped off the bus, her shoulders slumping under the weight of an exhausting day. The sky was a deep shade of navy, dotted with stars that twinkled above her like distant, indifferent spectators. The cold evening air nipped at her skin, but it wasn't nearly as biting as the frustration gnawing at her heart.

She had woken up that morning full of optimism, thinking maybe today would be better. But work had been a disaster. The project she had spent weeks on had been ripped apart in a meeting, her boss barely acknowledging the effort she had put in before criticizing it in front of the whole team. Then, to make things worse, a coworker had taken credit for an idea she had casually mentioned last week, and instead of speaking up, she had just swallowed the unfairness. By the time her shift ended, she was drained, disheartened, and in desperate need of comfort.

Y/N climbed the steps to her apartment, her legs feeling heavy with exhaustion. She just wanted to curl up in bed, bury herself under the covers, and shut out the world for a while. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe she’d find the courage to stand up for herself. But right now, she just wanted the day to be over.

When she unlocked the door and stepped inside, the warm scent of something savory filled the air—garlic, butter, and a hint of spice. Normally, she would have paused to appreciate it, maybe even smile at the thought of her boyfriend, Hyunjin, making dinner. But tonight, she barely noticed.

Laughter drifted from the living room. Hyunjin and one of his friends, Changbin, were on the couch, a video game paused on the screen in front of them. A couple of beer bottles sat on the coffee table, along with a half-empty bag of chips. It looked like they’d been having a good time.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin’s voice was warm, affectionate. “Hey, babe, how was work?”

She didn’t answer. Didn’t even glance in his direction. She kicked off her shoes, set her bag down, and walked straight to the bedroom without a word.

Hyunjin’s smile faltered. Changbin glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What was that about?” Changbin asked.

Hyunjin shook his head, frowning slightly as he stared after her. “I don’t know.” He leaned forward, setting his controller down. “She usually says something.”

Changbin exhaled, pushing himself off the couch. “She looked upset, man. Maybe you should check on her.”

Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah… I will.”

Changbin grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I’ll head out. Let you two talk.”

“Thanks, man.” Hyunjin gave him a quick fist bump before walking him to the door. As soon as Changbin left, Hyunjin turned his attention to the closed bedroom door.

His heart tightened. Y/N was normally so bubbly, full of warmth and laughter. But tonight… something was wrong.

He knocked softly before pushing the door open.

Y/N was curled up on the bed, still in her work clothes, her arms wrapped around herself. She didn’t turn toward him. She didn’t say anything.

Hyunjin stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

“Y/N?” His voice was gentle, careful.

She sighed, her breath shaky. “I don’t want to talk, Hyunjin.”

He hesitated, then walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. “Okay,” he said simply. He wouldn’t push. But he wasn’t leaving either.

For a few moments, silence stretched between them. Hyunjin could feel the weight of her sadness like a storm cloud in the room, thick and heavy.

Then Y/N finally spoke, her voice small. “Today sucked.”

Hyunjin glanced down at her, watching as she stared at the wall. “Yeah?”

She nodded, and just like that, the dam broke.

“I tried so hard on this project at work, and my boss just—he tore it apart in front of everyone. Like it was nothing.” Her voice wavered. “And then this guy at work—he stole my idea. Just said it like it was his, and I didn’t even fight it. I just sat there, Hyunjin.” She sniffed, turning onto her back to stare at the ceiling. “I just let it happen. And I feel so… small.”

Hyunjin’s jaw clenched. His protective instincts kicked in, but he forced himself to stay calm. Y/N didn’t need anger right now. She needed comfort.

He lay down beside her, reaching for her hand. “That’s not fair,” he said, his voice steady. “You worked hard. And you deserved to be acknowledged for it.”

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “Tell that to my boss.”

Hyuny squeezed her hand. “I wish I could. I’d tell him he’s an idiot for not seeing how amazing you are.”

Y/N turned her head, finally meeting his eyes. There was exhaustion there, but also something softer. A flicker of appreciation.

Hyunjin continued, his voice quieter now. “And I know you, Y/N. I know how much you care about your work. I know how much effort you put into everything you do. And just because some jerk took credit for your idea doesn’t mean it wasn’t yours. Doesn’t mean you’re not brilliant.”

Y/N exhaled slowly. “I just hate that I let it happen.”

“You were caught off guard,” Hyunjin said gently. “It doesn’t mean you’re weak. And it doesn’t mean you won’t stand up for yourself next time.”

Y/N didn’t respond right away. She just looked at him, the weight in her chest slowly lifting.

Hyunjin reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Do you want me to beat him up?” he teased lightly. “I’ll do it. I’ll fight him. Right in the middle of your office.”

A small smile tugged at Y/N’s lips. “You’d get arrested.”

“Worth it,” Hyunjin said without hesitation.

Y/N laughed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit.

Hyunjin smiled. “There she is.”

She rolled her eyes but shifted closer, resting her head on his chest. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while. Hyunjin traced slow circles on her back, and Y/N focused on the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“Thank you Jinnie,” she murmured.

Hyunjin kissed the top of her head. “For what?”

“For just… being here.”

He smiled, his hold on her tightening. “Always, babe.”

And just like that, the day didn’t feel quite as heavy anymore.

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