#oh well at least this is helping me get over them quicker since it’s so ridiculous and pathetic

[chiritori]

omfg

[munsonsmixtapes]

I Can Help With That

rockstar!Eddie x bestie!fem!virgin!reader

summary: Eddie catches you reading fanfiction about him and decides to let your experience the real thing

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, oral (f receiving)

not proofread!

It wasn’t a secret that you had a huge crush on your best friend Eddie. You had been in love with him since you were kids and everyone knew. Well, everyone except Eddie, but he wasn’t exactly the most observant so you couldn’t blame him.

And you didn’t want him to know anyway. That was something you were going totally take to your grave. The whole thing was just so embarrassing for you and he definitely wasn’t the commitment kind of guy anyway. He usually just fucked women and let them leave, not wanting any attachment to them.

You supposed you couldn’t blame him since he was always traveling and didn’t have time for a relationship. And hey, the guy was only human. What was he supposed to do? Be surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women and not sleep with them when they offered?

You honestly weren’t sure how you came across it. You were just browsing the internet, looking to read about someone else when his name popped up. You were curious to say the least. You had no idea that people even wrote about Eddie in that way and thought it was hilarious, so obviously, you had to read it.

Then it got to the point where you were reading it every day, trying to find the best one to show him. What started out as a joke actually became not as much when you were actually enjoying what you were reading. You started imagining what it would have been like to actually be with him and it was getting out of hand.

You sat at your computer, another fanfiction pulled up and this one was different from the others. It wasn’t no longer soft and sweet. It was dirty. It was sexual with everything described on the page. You had read that kind of stuff before, but not about Eddie. Not about your best friend.

You were really getting into when you heard the door to your room open. You quickly minimized the page and turned to Eddie who looked almost unreal like always. With his leather jacket over his white t-shirt which was tucked into a pair of very ripped jeans that gave you a perfect view of his perfect thighs that you desperately wanted to get your hands on.

“What were you doing?” He asked, suspicious and you just put on a smile, trying to play it off.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, but Eddie just made a beeline for you. He spun your chair around and moved his hand to the mouse but you got there quicker, closing out the page completely.

“Oh, you silly girl,” he laughed. “You seemed to have forgotten that I can see your browser history.” He reached for the mouse and you grabbed it, holding it out of his reach as you rolled your chair away, the back of it eventually hitting the wall.

Eddie stepped over to you, resting his hands on the arm rests as he leaned so close to you that you could smell his breath. He looked like he was leaning in and you closed your eyes in anticipation only to open them and find Eddie at the computer, opening the last tab you had opened. You rolled your chair over, accepting defeat as you covered your face in embarrassment.

Eddie was a little shocked when he opened the page, but honestly wasn’t surprised. You read smut all the time. But wait a minute, was that his name? There it was again! You were reading smut about him? Since when?

“Why are you reading fanfiction about me?” The question wasn’t accusatory, more curious than anything.

“I was going to read about someone else, but then I saw your name and got curious. And then I was so determined to find one to read to you, but none of them seemed good enough.” Eddie knew he should’ve been weirded out, but he honestly just thought it was funny.

“So you’ve read these before?” He turned his face back towards the screen to read a little more.

“Yes,” you nodded. “But none like this, though.”

“Right,” he winked. “Of course not. But you like these though, huh?”

“I mean, I don’t know.” You did. Maybe a little too much.

“Do they get you hot?” His question caught you off guard, making you blush.

“What?”

“I bet they make you wet, huh?” How did he know that? It was as if he was psychic.

“Well-”

“Relax, babe. I’m just kidding.” You let out a sigh of relief. You’d die of embarrassment if he had actually been asking you that.

“Oh.”

“Unless they do actually make you wet.” You were so embarrassed that you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Um, maybe a little.” He just chuckled and leaned forward so his lips were right by your ear.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted to do this kind of stuff with me, all you had to do was ask.” His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of truth to his words.

“Really?” You didn’t quite believe him.

“Sure. Why read it when you have the real thing right here?”

“Eddie, this isn’t funny. If you’re going to make fun of me, I’d rather you just leave.”

“I’m not making fun of you. I’d love to give you the real thing if you’d let me.” He was being serious. He was actually offering to have sex with you and actually seemed enthusiastic about it. Was this all just some very real dream you had entered?

“You would?”

“If you want to.”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I’ve just-I’ve never done anything before,” you reminded him and he just nodded.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to.” He stood up, but you grabbed his hand, preventing him from leaving.

“Please fuck me!” Your words came out much more needy than you intended and Eddie just looked at you with wide eyes before a smile broke out on his face.

“As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” you nodded.

“And you can back out at any point.”

“I know.” He bent over the chair, his hands gripping the arm rests again. His face was so close to yours that you could make out every single detail. God, he was beautiful.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered and you nodded.

“Yes,” you responded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Eddie reached up and pulled your lip from your teeth with his thumb and let it settle back into place before, leaning in, pressing a featherlight peck to your lips before pulling away.

“What was that?”

“Relax,” he laughed. “I’m just warming you up.” He leaned in again and pressed another peck to your lips. Another. Another until he slotted his lips between yours, capturing them in the softest, sweetest kiss.

Assuming that he was uncomfortable leaning over like that, you stood up from the chair and wrapped your arms around his neck before going in for another kiss. It was like none you had ever experienced before. It was like he put full thought into each one, trying to figure out what you liked and what you didn’t.

His arms wrapped around your waist as his tongue licked along the seam of your lips. You opened up and he slid his tongue inside, letting it swirl around yours. It felt so good and you were surprised that you were already aroused when he hadn’t even done anything.

A sound that was foreign to you escaped your mouth and you pulled away, bringing your hand up to your lips to cover them in embarrassment. Eddie just laughed and pulled your hand away.

“There’s not need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he assured you. “Make as much noise as you want. In fact, I’d prefer it.” When you still looked unsure, he continued. “I’m serious,” he pecked your lips once more. “Be as loud as you want. There’s no such thing as being too loud.”

“So, you want me to make the noise again?”

“I’d actually prefer it.” With that, Eddie’s lips were on yours again and he took no time to stick his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours. You didn’t hold back that time, letting the moan fully escape your lips and felt Eddie’s boner against you as he pulled you closer.

His hands traveled down your back and slowly moved up your hoodie as he tested the waters to see if it was okay. Once you didn’t say anything, his hands moved up even more to your bra that he realized wasn’t there. The idea of you not wearing one made him even more hard and he decided that he needed to see your tits for himself.

He slowly lifted the bottom of your hoodie and you lifted your arms up so he had so trouble removing it. He let out a gasp as your hoodie hit the floor as he took in your naked upper half. He had really been missing out. God, you were so fucking perfect.

“Christ. You’ve been hiding these from me all this time?” He reached up to touch them, taking them in his hands before giving them a squeeze.

“Well, it’s not exactly normal to show your best friend your tits, is it?”

“And yet, here we are,” he smirked.

“Eddie, our friendship has never been normal.”

“That’s true. But seriously, you’re so fucking hot.”

“I know,” you nodded and it made him even more hard knowing that you were so confident in yourself. Soon, his lips were back on yours again, this time more rough as he took what he wanted from you.

His thumbs moved your nipples in a circular motion and you let out a moan at the foreign feeling.

“Feels so good, Eds,” you told him and he continued, wanting to hear more of those pretty sounds fall from your lips. His lips moved to your neck as he slowly laid you down on the bed, removing his jacket and shirt as he did so.

He attached his lips to yours once again, this kiss slow and sloven, as if he had all the time in the world, and you supposed he did. He brought your bottom lip between his and gave it a little suck, causing you to let out a whimper and you to get even more wet. Once he realized you liked it, he did it again, harder that time before taking it between his teeth and biting down gently.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “More.” He bit down even harder and you let out your loudest moan. As he bit and sucked your lip, his hand traveled down to your sweatpants. He slowly stuck his hand down the front of them, on the hunt for your pussy.

Once he found it, Eddie’s fingers lightly grazed it, warming you up for the main event. He slowly stuck two fingers inside of you and your back arched in pleasure, your eyes closing tight.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, the only sounds that could be heard were your moans and the squelching of your slick as he moved his fingers in and out of your cunt. You were already experiencing more pleasure than you ever had and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“You like that, hon?” He asked as he pumped a little faster.

“So good, don’t stop.” He hooked his finger and found just the right spot, causing your legs to stretch out at the pleasure.

“Oh my god, Eddie, I think I’m gonna-”

Just as you said the words, you reached your first climax, screaming his name as you did so. Eddie removed his fingers from you and you sat up just in time to watch him slowly lick your slick from his fingers.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Taste so good, sweetheart.”

“You can have another,” you told him, your confidence building.

“You let me finger you and now you’re going to let me eat you out? Well, sugar. It must just be my lucky day.” Eddie lowered himself onto his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed and grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you with him.

With your permission, he pulled down your pants and let out a dramatic gasp at the wet patch on your underwear. He then removed those as well and spread your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your sopping wet cunt.

“You did all of this for me?” He gasped. “Sugar, you shouldn’t have.” He draped a leg over each shoulder and pressed open mouthed kisses to your thighs, not wanting them to feel left out before he inhaled your scent, desperate for a taste. “You look good enough to eat and I’m starving.”

Eddie let his nose brush your cunt as he dove in and you let out a gasp, gripping the comforter underneath you as you got used to the foreign feeling. He then slowly licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, eliciting a whine from you.

“Oh, my god,” you moaned and Eddie pulled away for a second, just so he could speak to you.

“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he groaned his voice all raspy, making you even more wet. “Swear I could do this all day.” He went in for more and licked and sucked as your back arched in pleasure, his fingers digging into your thighs as he lapped up every single bit of your slick.

His teeth grazed just the right spot and you swore that your vision went hazy at the pure euphoria you were experiencing. Was it always like that or was Eddie just that good? You were pretty sure it was the latter.

Your thighs pressed against his head as Eddie stuck his tongue fully inside you and your hands moved to his hair as you reached yet another orgasm, but he wasn’t done just yet.

His tongue swirled around your cunt and you yanked on his hair in reaction to the feeling. You hadn’t experienced anything like it and were sure that you definitely wanted him to do it again. It was too good to just pretend like it didn’t happen.

“Fuck,” you whined. “Right there.” He hit just the right spot to make a mewl fall from your lips and you fell back onto the mattress as you came down from your climax. Eddie gave your cunt one last lick before pulling his face away, the entire thing soaked in your slick, but he didn’t care. He’d be happy to lick it all up just to get another taste of you.

“God, could eat you for hours, baby. You taste heavenly.”

“Need your cock,” you said through labored breaths and Eddie was surprised. He thought you’d need a little break before you were ready.

“Baby, we just-”

“Eddie,” you said through grit teeth. “I need you now.”

“Alright, alright,” he pulled a condom from his wallet and quickly removed his jeans and underwear before rolling the thing onto his cock. He then lined himself up with your cunt and slowly inserted himself, both of you letting out moans at the sensation.

Eddie slowly thrusted into you since it was your first time and as good as it felt, you needed more. He wasn’t moving fast or harder enough.

“Harder,” you told him and he kept going slow, unsure of that was the right move for you. He didn’t want to hurt you, especially not on your first time.

“Are you sure?”

“Very fucking sure. Fuck me hard.” With that, Eddie pounded into you and you mewled in reaction.

“Oh,” you moaned. “Oh my god-fuck.”

“That’s it, honey,” Eddie responded. “Look at you, taking me so well. Look like a fucking princess underneath me.”

He continued to pound into you and the moans that left your mouth were enough to make him the hardest he had ever been. None of the other women he had fucked had been nearly as responsive to his moves as you had. You ate up every single thing and he loved that about you. That you took whatever he gave you and was nothing but grateful for it.

“Fuck, feel so good, princess,” he moaned, grabbing the onto your legs and wrapping them around his waist so he had more access to your pussy.

He thrusted and thrusted, eventually moving the fastest and hardest he could and that seemed to satisfy you. In return, Eddie was eating up all of your reactions, loving to hear your moans, desperate to have a recording of them because of how lovely they sounded.

Once you both reached your climaxes, Eddie pulled out of you and made you go pee while he disposed of the condom. He then joined you in the bathroom and the two of you got into the bed, not even bothering to put your clothes back on.

Eddie laid next to you and pulled you to him, bare skin to bare skin and pushed some your baby hairs off of your sweaty forehead. He then pressed a kiss to it and moved all the way down until he got to your lips, pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

He then pressed his forehead to yours, his brown eyes boring into yours. His hand moved leisurely up and down your arm and he licked his lips before he spoke.

“What if I told you that I wanted to do that more often?”

“I’d totally let you.” If it was anything like you had just experienced, you’d let do it anytime he wanted.

“Well, what if I told you that I wanted you to be the only person that I slept with?”

“Like a friends with benefits kind of thing?” What ever he was suggesting, you were down for.

“No, more like a boyfriend-girlfriend kind of thing.”

“I’d love that.” You rolled on top of Eddie and peppered his face in kisses while he let out numerous giggles. You then pulled him in for a kiss that left him breathless to solidify your relationship status. The first of many that night and for the rest of your lives.

[lovingbini]

read the patterns - s. changbin

seo changbin x female!reader | fwb, angst, fluff, suggestive, one small smut scene | wc: 3.6k | notes: he’s an oblivious idiot, she’s aware of that; dialogue heavy; i like it by skz meets read your mind by sabrina carpenter

~~~~~~

“so you’re saying we don’t have a relationship similar to valentines, did i get it right?”

“yeah, i mean– we do some stuff they do, but it’s just the difference between a dotted line and a solid line, you know?” he explained, still naked on your bed while you got ready to work. “i like what we have, no need to go that deep.”

you stared him down, trying not to laugh.

“then you won’t be upset if we can’t see each other for a while?”

“what would be the reason?”

“i don’t know, i might be too busy or overwhelmed to meet up and have sex.”

“we’ve spent time together with no sex before, so give me another reason.”

“now you see, that’s valentines behavior right there,” you pointed out. “since we’re not friends to avoid deeper intimacy, why should we spend time together doing things other than sex?”

changbin narrowed his eyes, suspicious.

“are you trying to end what we have, is that it?”

finally, you broke out laughing.

“no! i just find it funny that you give me all these goofy punch lines while doing the exact opposite,” you cleared, walking closer to the bed. “i’ll give you some time to read the patterns, but if you refuse to accept them, i’ll have to change our dynamics for the type of relationship you really want.”

when changbin tried to pull you back to bed, you were quicker to escape, going for your bag over your desk.

“can’t be late today, bin,” you warned. “you can sleep longer, but don’t forget to wash your dishes and make the bed before you leave.”

“why are you telling me what to do? did i ever forget?” he whined.

“no, you didn’t, exactly. that’s pattern number one.” you threw him a wink and left the room.

changbin whined your name again, making you hold a smile. you pressed the elevator button with thoughts wandering around your non-established relationship with the man on your bed. you were well aware of his bad experiences with dating before, that’s what gave you the patience to deal with his detachment speeches. the thing was that changbin was the clingiest friend with benefits to ever exist– the sex is amazing, of course, but what made you stay was his attentive demeanor, his dedication to make you feel the best in bed, to prioritize your pleasure, to make you want to come back.

since you lived quite far from each other, both agreed to spend the night and just leave in the morning for safety reasons. changbin was the one to pitch the idea, to be honest– on your third night together.

“i don’t believe it’s safe for you to go home right now, so just stay the night,” he said, head buried on the curve of your neck, pressing slow lazy kisses on your skin.

“oh, so you’re making up an excuse to cuddle me?” you asked, eyes closed, enjoying the aftercare way too much.

“i mean, i won’t be rude and tell you to leave. i’m thinking of your safety, if you’re safe while cuddling me, what can i do?”

you gave a light slap on his thigh resting over your waist.

“yeah, alright. is cooking included in the package? ‘cause i’m getting hungry.”

changbin raised his head, you could visualize a cartoon light bulb right in the air.

“i can cook in the morning, but my favorite diner is open until late,” he announced. “your feedback might affect your next orgarms for the night.”

you frowned at his choice of words, but couldn’t help an endearing laugh.

“is it that important to you?”

“oh, you have no idea.”

“then call them, i’m gonna shower while you’re at it.”

changbin giggled and jumped off the bed to reach for his phone.

the food was actually amazing, so he made you come at least three times before you blacked out on his arms. the breakfast didn’t happen, though, you had to leave as soon as you woke up for a work meeting. the tiredness of the night before almost made you late, but you went through it even with your focus far away from your apartment.

changbin’s excuse to stay the night at your place was that the streets weren’t safe for anyone to drive that late.

“that’s when drunk people go out there and mess up everything. do you mind me staying?”

“to cuddle as well?”

“that’s non-negotiable.”

in fact, these late night hook ups weren’t usual. the first time was after a daytime party for your friends engagement, two months ago, the first time you really met changbin in person. you knew him from pictures with your friend's fiance, but never crossed paths until that very day. lots of talking, dancing, laughing and flirting later, you ended up at his apartment with no clothes on and a pretty fun afternoon.

you decided to leave in the evening, since you also weren’t looking for attachment – even though changbin’s number was already saved with a promise of another good time soon. your hookups were planned to be whenever one of you needed a release, so the first rule was to respect each other's free periods on the day.

“i have no fixed hours, so you might not get lucky sometimes,” you warned.

“guess i’ll just have to sadly handle it myself.” he shrugged.

you took the opportunity to bring up another topic.

“do you plan on doing it with other people?” your eyes didn’t leave his.

“i don’t think so, it’s not easy to match the chemistry these days,” he answered honestly. “but i can’t give you the hopes of a deeper commitment, i’m not available for that.”

you turned your body to lay over his, pressing a peck on his lips, “don’t worry about it. this is fun as it is.”

“they say the trailer is always the most fun part, anyway.” he cocks a brow, smirking.

“oh, so you got some punch lines? nice to know what i’m getting into.”

changbin laughed, pulling you closer to kiss you properly. the rest was history.

~~~~~~

“bin,” you whispered in the darkness of your room.

he was sleeping right beside you. it took one more grind of your ass over his crotch to take a hum out of him.

“need me, baby?”

“please, put it in me, this wet dream won't let me go back to sleep.”

with one hand, you took off your panties, with the other, you played with his cock over his pajama shorts. his left arm goes under to hug you by the waist, keeping you close enough to still allow you to roll back onto him. he left kisses all over your shoulder, aware that you were in the mood to be his pillow princess. which was okay with him — changbin loved being your service top.

“oh, i’m so lucky… having the best pussy just for me,” he moaned, trusting slowly from behind. he holds your right knee up to your stomach so he could have more access to your creamy hole. “is it okay, baby? want me to go harder? talk to me.”

“i'm so tired and sensitive, just want to go back to sleep,” you whine, playing with your nipples and pressing harder against him.

he gets the message and speeds it up, pounding harder, making your whines go louder.

~~~~~~

things started to get weird when changbin got teased by your friends in common. during a dinner hang out in dan and aeri’s apartment, changbin got comfortable enough to have you sitting on his lap while everyone was around in the living room. no one was drinking, to be fair, everyone had work and classes the following day, so a hangover wasn’t an option. changbin was holding a cup of juice on the hand that wasn’t around your waist, you were holding a small plate of snacks to share with him.

later that night, the line was dropped:

“oh, but it’s so nice to see changbin being as married as aeri and dan!”, jun cheered.

“right? thought it would take longer to see our bin this happy again,” yujin agreed, the biggest smile on her face.

you could feel him tense slightly under you.

“thank you, everybody. glad to know you were paying that much attention to me, i feel very loved,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

being too busy chewing on your food, you just smiled at the interaction. everyone was aware of changbin’s issues with commitment, everyone was aware that he wouldn’t be the one to admit that the joke wasn’t that much of a joke, after all.

when they changed the target to another friend, you thought it would be fun to keep on teasing him by yourself.

“guess i gotta take our marriage off my vision board now?” you whispered, putting a snack on his mouth to shut him up and make him think first.

changbin narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. he licked his lips, then left a small kiss on your arm.

“you better hide this hypothetical vision board when i’m around, or else i’ll have to take two steps back.”

he said that with such a cute smile that your reaction must have been what he expected for his comeback teasing. your smile wavered instantly, so you averted your gaze to the conversation happening outside your bubble. your body that felt so comfortable against his, started to feel itchy to get out of there as soon as possible– but you didn’t, you didn’t want to make a scene for something you knew was bound to happen.

“hey, i didn’t mean i don’t want to know about your plans, of course i do.” he squeezed your thigh softly to get your attention back.

“no, you’re right. honestly, i think we’re doing everything wrong at this point,” you mumbled, trying to be discreet. the mood obviously changed, but you hoped that you two were invisible in the room.

“what do you mean by that?” changbin asked, confused.

“aeri, where did you find these goodies? they don’t sell this flavor in my area.”

your friend got up excited, as if willing to share her newest discovery. she took you to the kitchen the showed you the pile of snacks she stocked for a week. aeri gave you two packs – for you and changbin, but you immediately let her know that those would be just for you.

“how are things in paradise?” she asked, leaning against the counter.

“been good, but i realized changbin has a twisted idea of a friends with benefits dynamic, so i’ll have to remind him of how it’s done.”

aeri watched you carefully, letting silence take the room. she didn’t have to search for disappointment on your features, it was pretty evident.

“yeah, it’s time he gets shaken up,” she agrees. “he’ll be a real loser if he lets you go.”

you gave her a faint smile, nodding. before sad thoughts took over your brain, you decided to leave, it was getting late– of course aeri didn’t believe it one bit, but she hugged you goodbye anyways. on the other hand, changbin was alert when you returned to the living room. he got ready to leave as well, hugging everybody while pretending he wasn’t the reason for your sudden change of mood.

the silence remained in the elevator and all the way to his car. changbin’s brain was overworking to come up with a solution for his mistake. unlike him, you looked oddly calm.

“y/n,” he decided to break the wall. “i’m really sorry for what i said. i didn’t mean to be insensitive about your plans.”

you shook your head, eyes on the street. “that’s not what upset me, actually,” you admited, changbin frowned. “i just realized i already told you about all of them, and i shouldn’t have done that.”

“what? why wouldn’t you?”

“because this isn’t what a sex-based relationship is about.”

“alright, no need to be rude,” he couldn’t help but scold you. “i never said i wasn’t interested in your life, i never said it was all about sex.”

“didn’t i tell you to read the patterns? did you even try?"

changbin paused, being able to look at you properly after stopping at the red light.

“i thought you were joking. i know i have crossed some lines, but–”

“you have crossed all of them, bin, that’s what i want you to realize.” he went silent. “i’m not ending things, i’m just acting differently from now on, like it’s supposed to be.”

a few minutes later, changbin parked in front of your building. he waited for your invitation, not sure if he was still welcome.

“you can come up, if you want,” you say, grinning when his face brightened a bit. “but there won’t be cuddles nor staying the night.”

his face fell again.

“but, baby, look at the time…”

“you can risk it tonight, that’s your call. we can give up the nightly hookups too.”

“stop teasing me, i’m warning you,” he said, his voice lower.

changbin took the car to your building’s parking lot, then you waited for the elevator together. you could feel his hand restless near yours, so you intertwined your fingers with his, feeling him relax. he didn’t stop looking at you once you got inside. for the both of you, it was not a thing to make out in public, but changbin hadn’t kissed you in what seemed like hours, so it was freaking difficult to stay sane in that moment.

as soon as you locked your door, changbin grabbed your waist to pull you closer, but you turned away when he tried to kiss you.

“we won’t get freaky tonight, okay? don’t want you too tired to drive back home later.”

changbin let out a frustrated goan locked his fingers on the back of your neck, tearing a moan out of you.

“baby, please, just shut the fuck up and let me give you what you deserve.”

~~~~~~

in the following days, changbin got busy with a project and you got overworked by your boss, so you couldn’t meet even once. the pent up stress joined the sadness of not being able to talk about it with changbin. you were aware that it was probably immature to just let him out like that, but you couldn’t give him all of yourself if he wouldn’t do something about it. changbin was the proud one in the situation, you were so tired and fragile to give him an ultimatum.

“is he fucking dumb, aeri?” you cried once. “how can he act that way and not actually be with me as a boyfriend? am i the only one fucking loving? didn’t i prove enough that i’m not his ex?”

aeri hugged you while dan prepared a cup of tea in the kitchen.

“i’m being honest when i say yes, he might be fucking dumb,” dan uttered from afar. “changbin is contradicting himself with this detachment shit. he’s unable to not care about someone’s feelings.”

“darling, don’t be wordy,” aeri advised, which made you laugh a little.

“y/n, i felt really sorry for bin when his ex messed him up.” dan returned holding two cups, giving to you and aeri. he held a finger up as a sign to wait, then he came back with his own cup. “but it’s been over a year, that’s why everybody jokes about him being happier, it isn’t actually a joke.”

“yeah, it’s clear as day that you and bin make a pretty good match”, aeri added. “he might be scared, but these actions are starting to hurt you because it’s obvious you’re not just friends with benefits anymore.”

you sniffled, less tears falling. the warm cup on your palms helped grounding you, somehow.

“i’m so fucking overwhelmed, i just wanted to feel safe with him.”

~~~~~~

the next day, all of changbin’s texts to you stayed on read.

bini: good morning, baby

bini: day off today, uh? any plans?

bini: how did that project go?

bini: my friend took me to the cutest ice cream shop yesterday

bini: let me know whenever you’re craving for it

bini: they have your favorite order there

bini: hey, answer me when you wake up

bini: was thinking of taking you out to lunch

bini: you’re probably overworked as always

bini: please take care of yourself

in the afternoon, you looked over the blanket to see your phone vibrating. changbin was calling.

“hey,” you picked up, not even a bit of excitement in your tone.

“sleeping late today?”

“no, just rotting in bed, actually.”

“everything okay? do you need anything?”

“just an awful week at work. i’ll hang out with aeri later, see if i can cheer up.”

“did you check my texts? i can come over right now, if you want. i’m an amazing company, as you know.”

“not in the mood for sex today, bin.”

“what? didn’t even think of it!”

you sigh, no energy left to have that conversation.

“well, you should. that’s all we have in common. don’t try crossing the line you created yourself.”

“y/n, don’t be stubborn, i want to take care of you.”

“you don’t have to, it’s not part of your role.”

“is this some kind of sick punishment? why are you doing this? i am your friend.”

“no, you’re not. the only time i get to be vulnerable with you is when we’re horny in bed, that’s all. my struggles outside our rooms are none of your business because that would require a level of intimacy that you made sure i knew is forbidden,” you ramble without noticing. “so, no, changbin, you can’t take care of me because i’m just your fuck buddy. i’ll text you when i get better, when i feel like i can be a good partner to you again, alright?”

“yeah, sorry. i get it, i’ll wait for you.”

but you didn’t hang up, you waited for him to do it. far from that cheesy couple action of not wanting to hang up first, you heart hurt just to think of doing it– distancing yourself.

you only realized you’d started crying when you heard his voice again.

“i’ll be there in ten. can you leave the door open for me, baby?”

you sniffled, just mumbling a weak “yes”. you heard the sound of keys and changbin moving around.

“just wait for me, okay? i’ll be with you in a few.”

then he hung up, leaving you with your heart on your sleeve. you got up from the bed and went to the door, unlocking it. after drinking some water in the kitchen, you got back in your room, throwing yourself over the sheets. didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, burnout messing up your sleep schedule for a couple days now.

changbin woke you up in the softest way possible. he patted your hair carefully to bring you out of your slumber– it was great to see his face again as you opened your eyes.

“hi, baby.”

“hi,” you said. wasting no time to cuddle him by the waist, forcing him to lay down and get comfortable with you.

changbin left a kiss on the top of your hair, feeling your heartbeat due to how close you were.

“i’m sorry for being such a stubborn dumbass,” he started. “thank you for being so patient, for waiting as long as you could. sorry i couldn’t wait for you like i said i would today– couldn’t handle the thought of having you crying by yourself.”

“so you came to cry with me?” your voice was muffled by his shirt.

“of course, that’s part of my role as your friend and your boyfriend.”

silence again.

“that’s not the best way to make it official.”

“probably, but the label’s been here for a while, we just had to voice it out.”

“yeah, that’s why we all agreed you’re fucking dumb sometimes.”

“don’t tell me ‘we all’ includes dan and aeri.”

“won’t tell you, then.”

changbin changed his position to put you on your back, facing him. he used his thumb to get rid of the tear paths on your face, then started pressing kisses all over.

“i wasn’t planning to fall in love, but loving you is the easiest thing in the world,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “the only thing making me scared was my own memory of a bad time, ‘cause you never got me triggered, ever.”

you nodded, biting your lower lip nervously.

“i’m terribly sorry for pushing you away with my words, i know i can be quite contradictory.”

“speak your truth, cuddle monster.”

changbin’s eyes widened, hands immediately going to tickle your ribs. he couldn’t even be offended, he actually felt relieved knowing that you read his patterns so well.

“you know i’m sorry for your past experiences, and i’m glad you didn’t change your ways of affection, that’s what made me fall in love,” you stated. “i didn’t believe your goofy lines once, but you had to get a reality shock for your own good.”

his smile got bigger before kissing you softly. his tongue touched yours with an electric wave that came from longing and loving each other so much.

“have you eaten? we can cry together about your work and then i can cook you something,” changbin offered, playing with your hair.

“can we cry while you cook, though? i’m feeling hungry right now.”

“however you want it, baby.”

[jolalibrary]

7. honey cream

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter seven of do me yourself

summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

wordcount: 3.9k chapter warnings: frankie calls you 'rainy' (paint-related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used. no use of y/n. frankie being a good dad. bad tool names. anxious!reader. an: can i just say a massive thank you to all those who show up EVERY SINGLE WEEK. i adore you so much. thank you. if you're new to the ride, also welcome. even if i loved this story so much, i never expected people to love it even half as much as me, never mind the love i keep getting. so thank you.

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key: frankie is in bold, you are in italics

Nice forearm in your story.

Thanks, It’s this guy I met in a hardware store? We’ve been kind of seeing one another.

Oh, tell him he has a nice watch.

I’ve been told to tell you that you have a nice watch.

You’re hilarious.

I try to be.

You can say no to this, but do you want me to call you later?

That’ll be nice. I’ll be working late so I'll take a break when you do.

Tomorrow, I just need to grab some bits from the store and then I’ll be with you.

Are you sure you want to spend your day off helping me paint?

I was promised to see you in overalls, so yes.

They’re nice, but please lower your expectations.

I bet they look great on your ass.

Everything looks great on my ass.

Including my hand.

Yes, specifically when you slipped your fingers in my jeans pocket on the way to brunch.

I can’t wait to see you.

Drive safely, Butterscotch.

“I feel bad that your day off is spent painting.”

Flicking the lid off with a screwdriver, Frankie just smiles—eyes looking up at you from under his cap.

When he looks at you, you might as well be a fly irresistibly drawn to the brilliance of it, captivated by it.

He’d come in clothes that were long since paint-splattered. A set, you assume, he wears most times—an over-washed and over-loved flannel over a greying white tee, and a pair of cargos that have more pockets than you know what they could be used for.

It had been more natural when he’d arrived this time. A sweet kiss at the door, a long hug where he walks you in and his heel kicks your door shut. A muttering of 'you smell nice', into your neck—grinning over his shoulder because you’d sprayed far too much of your perfume.

“Don’t—I want to be here.”

“I think I’ll likely apologise another three times, at least, before we’re done.”

Standing, wearing a slightly twinged expression on his face, he steps over the clean trays and folded step ladders. His hand rises, turning the beak of his cap around, before he’s in front of you, staring at you before he kisses you.

Kisses you like he wishes to rid you of your worries and make your guilt wash away. Like he wants to empty your mind of things you’ve once been told, make you forget them, purge them. Fuck, his mouth almost does.

“So, rule of thumb—ceiling, walls and then kickboards, window sills.”

“Did you… Did you really just finish kissing me and immediately talk about painting?”

Grinning, he chuckles, bending down to grab a paintbrush. “Did you want me to linger on why you feel bad, or are you ready to get your hands dirty?"

You hesitate for a moment before taking the brush, fingers brushing over his. “I guess I’ll get dirty, since it’s with you.”

He seems to swallow, gaze holding yours as a soft smile tries to tug at his lips before flattening out to a line. Then, you just watch as he pours the off-white paint into the trays—its thick, glooping contents filling it quicker than you’d banked on, but he took it perfectly in his stride.

The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up, forearms flexing as he tilts the larger tub until he appears content with the measurement in the tray.

You know a thumb covered in paint shouldn’t cause your throat to dry, but it does. Your mind thinking up all the places he can leave a stamp of it, a trail of it, turn you into a map showing where he’s been—over a thigh, collarbone, your —

“Race you to the end of the wall?”

Blinking, finding him already readying his roller on the blank, sun-stained wall.

Before you can respond, he's off. The roller glides smoothly across the wall, leaving a trail of fresh paint in its wake. You laugh, shaking your head at his competitive spirit before joining him, your own brush meeting the wall—cutting in.

In time, the room fills with the rhythmic sound of brushes against the wall, the occasional laughter, and gentle conversations. The room transformed over the hours, looking fresher, already a thousand times better than it had this morning with the patches off filled in holes and cracks.

Taking the brush from your hands, you step back to the middle, looking around, not initially aware of how he’s looking at you. Not until you spot a satisfied smile and a glint in his eye.

“We did good, didn't we?”

You shrug. “Think you could do better—put your back really into rolling next time.”

Shaking his head, he throws your brush into the used tray before he’s grasping, tugging, your body connecting with his in an oomph—his reflexes quicker, arms longer than you’d expected—as laughter escapes out as you slide your hand around the back of his neck.

“Thank you. For helping me.”

“Sure,” he whispers, cheek close to yours, fingers on your hip. “Have I told you how good you look in your overalls?”

Rolling your lips, you slowly turn in his hold—all set to turn his cap for him again. To whisper to him that they’re easy to remove too, that he could slide his fingers up, even slant your mouth back over his again.

But you hear his stomach. It rumbles—practically thunderous.

“I haven’t even offered you food,” you confess, words laced with guilt. “I should make you food.”

“You don’t have to…”

Fingers entwining with his, you pull him—finding him happily following, even as he mumbles about cleaning up, that the paint will dry in the tray. You don’t loosen your hold until the two of you are in the kitchen, a hand needed to open the fridge, both required to pull out some ingredients.

“You cooking for me?”

“I’m going to try, if that’s okay?”

He leans against the counter, watching you with a soft smile.

“I'd love that, baby,” he says, the affection in his voice making your heart flutter like it keeps doing.

Before you’ve even sliced the first vegetable, Frankie excuses himself—a kiss to your cheek, all domestic, normal. It not feeling weird even as he goes back to the “project room” and you hear him tidying.

Because it’s not odd in the slightest him being here.

A thing you turn over as you continue to prepare ingredients, cutting and marinating. By the time he’s returned, sporting an amused smile on his face, you’re about to begin frying things.

“Can I do anything?”

Shaking your head, you glance at him over your shoulder, finding he’s taken up his earlier spot. “Just keep me company.”

And he does. Asking you things, questions—some about your childhood, your family, friends. Every word spoken, he hangs onto. Staring like he’s making notes in his head, committing them to memory, somewhere inside that beautiful, amazing mind of his.

“Should I get used to you cooking if I come round and help you with your project?” he teases, taking a water from the fridge like you’d instructed.

“You better not get used to it,” you retort, throwing a small piece of bell pepper at him playfully. He ducks, laughing. “I batch cook most of the time—easier when you eat for one.”

His eyes follow as you move around the kitchen with a fondness in his eyes, you focusing on not burning anything. Stomach knotting itself when it comes to dishing it up, placing it down, and watching him slide into the stool.

When he takes the first bite, you swear you are frozen—unable to move, or think. Eyes just focused on his, watching, waiting, until you breathe a sigh of relief at the way his eyes light up. “This is really good, baby.”

You can't help but feel a little proud. “Thank you.”

He raises his water in a toast. “To more cooking then,” he proposes, and you laugh, agreeing wholeheartedly.

As you stick your own fork in, it's easy to find comfort in the shared silence, a contentment you continue to be amazed at. The atmosphere all at ease. There's no need for words as you both eat, side-by-side, a relatively normal thing for most, but not for you.

But, none of it feels weird, awkward. It never has—even if part of you continues to wait for it. If anything, it continues to be comfortable, right.

Even as the food effortlessly vanishes off both of your plates, it's not until you've reached your fill that you clear your throat.

“So, how often do you have Luca?”

Chewing his food, he puts down the remainder—wiping his fingers on the napkin. “It’s a weird rota. But it works? I’ll have him in the week for two nights and then overnight on a Saturday one week and then one night in the week the following and then Friday to Sunday, and then I’ll have him for three nights in the week the following. Sometimes, extra if I have time off or I want to take him to see family.”

Nodding, you take a sip of your drink.

“Does that… bother you?”

“No! No, of course not,” you grin. “He’s the most important, in all of this. It was just curiosity, I couldn’t… I couldn’t work out the pattern.”

Chewing his cheek he smiles. “You trying to work out when I’m free?”

Shrugging, you look away, aware of the heat warming your cheeks. “Well, someone did post about brunch on their Stories…”

“I remember someone else posting my forearm on theirs.”

Smiling, you plate your cutlery down. “It’s a very nice forearm.”

Shoulder nudging you, Frankie chuckles—cutlery lined up on his plate, your hand moving to take it. Sliding around the kitchen as he begins debating what part of him will appear next, a thigh, an ankle.

“I can include all of you next time, if you like?” Hand testing the hot, soapy water filling the bowl.

“Yeah?”

Licking your lips, you smile. “I don’t cook for anyone, Morales.”

Shifting to meet your gaze, his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. “Is that right, Rainy? I must be pretty special then.”

“You have no idea,” you reply, your voice a mere whisper but the words carry an immense weight, one you suspect has snuck out, and embedded itself into him.

You're quick to turn your back to him, hide the heat and shyness, as you carefully rinse off the dishes. Only hearing the stool shift at the last moment, the sound of his sock-covered feet padding around until he's standing behind you.

His presence is unmistakable, more so when he places his hands on your hips. “I think I'm beginning to,” he murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

You turn to face him, the plates forgotten in the sink. Looking up into his eyes, seeing a reflection of things fluttering in them.

“You better,” you say, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek, “because I'm not planning on posting anyone else’s arm for a while.”

His grin widens at your words, his hands pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other. "Good, because I don't plan on trying brunch with anyone else."

And as he leans down to kiss you, he pauses, mouth hovering over yours. “Speaking of…”

Narrowing your eyes, you retract your head, soap suds sliding off your wrists.

“My friends… they want to meet you.”

His words catch you off guard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Meet...me?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

As soon as he confirms with a simple nod, you feel a tightness in your chest. An explosion in your mind. A vortex of thoughts, all overwhelming, non-stop.

Each second you try to breathe, the knot in your chest tightens, sitting, carving a bigger hole where your happiness had just been—

“Yes,” he confirms, his hands soothingly rubbing circles on your hips as though noticing your sudden tension. “I think, maybe, I’ve talked about you too much?”

Running your teeth over your lip, you feel a piece of skin. One sticking up, not as smooth as the rest. Lip balm would solve it, fix it—but you pick at it anyway, pick, pick, pick—

Running your teeth over your lip, you notice a stray piece of skin, protruding slightly, disrupting the otherwise smooth surface. Lip balm would fix it, effortlessly smooth it out—but despite knowing this, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to pick at it. Listening to him as he explains, hearing names, a day suggested. As you compulsively pick, pick, pick—

Until he says your name.

Soft. Gentle. So cautiously spoken it makes your heart do a double take as you taste copper on your tongue.

“Are you sure? I mean, I want to. I just… don’t want to intrude or anything,” you reply, and you know it’s left your mouth shaky, bathed in nerves.

Attempting to shake the suds from your hands, hoping to fling off the worries with it, you find yourself unable to meet his gaze. Mind a flurry, a snowstorm of ifs, buts and maybes.

Because meeting his friends is a significant step—a thing you’re happy about, pleased he feels the same way. Yet, you're also terrified.

Digging your hip into the counter because of it, rooting yourself as you flex your fingers.

“Hey.” His fingers gently lift your chin, forcing you to look up at him; eyes full of warmth and reassurance. "You wouldn't be intruding, baby. They're… they’re like my family and… I want them to meet the person I can’t stop thinking about.”

Shoulders sliding down from your ears, you move to rest your hands on his waist. “You really talk about me that much?”

Scrunching his nose, he smiles. “A bit.”

“Okay,” you agree, your voice sounding more confident than you feel. “I'll meet your friends.”

“Great,” he grins, his relief evident. He pulls you close, hugging you tightly. “Benny���the one who fights—that's who we'll be supporting.”

“When?”

He frowns, but vanishes it away as though realising you hadn't been listening. “Not this weekend, but next. They’re going to love you, I promise.”

“I hope so,” you whisper into his chest, your heart rate trying its best to slow down.

I need you to tell me what I need to do with the office room, if your friends happen to not like me. They’re going to like you. But if they don’t. Rainy, they will. Introducing you is more so they don’t think I’ve made you up. You have a habit of making up people? No. But apparently, the way I talk about you makes it seem like you’re made up. Why? Because you’re perfect. I am not. You are, but let’s have that battle another day. What are you worried about?

It sits there, in your fingers. The answer to his question.

Foot kicking out at your kitchen island, laptop light illuminating your face as you roll your tongue over your lips.

Foot kicking out nervously at the kitchen island, the harsh glow of the laptop casting an eerie light across your face, you roll your tongue over your lips.

A nervous tic. One you find yourself repeating—letting it trace over the same path again and again, desperately seeking a sense of calm that seems perpetually out of reach.

The question doing its rounds, spinning and swirling: What are you worried about? What are you worried about?

Like a bell has been wrung, it blares out. The answer.

It vibrates through your bones and comes back to you in an echo. Almost a chorus: That I’m not good enough.

A thing you’ve done well to ignore, to stuff down. But now, it's crawling up out of its boxes, the tape having barely kept it down, flapping about in the whirlwind of worries in your head.

As your phone screen dims, memories flood, recalling the evidence. The words flung at you, feelings you’ve wrestled with in bathrooms at loud parties and brutal quiet nights; arguments in places that don’t feel like home and tears against brick walls that cut shoulders.

Unlocking your phone, you tighten your jaw because he's not like them. He's good, kind. A sudden unwillingness to bend to insecurity roaring inside of you as you list every good thing about him; not willing to let a good thing be ruined by things that could never happen.

Sliding your fingers over the screen, you type words that seem easier, less difficult to confess:

Living up to the stories you’ve said. No stories, just a mention of your name and apparently a smile they’ve not seen in a while.

With a mouth-closed grin, you purse your lips.

Reading over the message again and again as your teeth sneak out to bite your lip, thumbs darting out over the phone’s keyboard.

Would it be okay to pick you up? You want to pick me up? I do. Yeah, sure. I was going to offer to pick you up. I think I’d like to pick you up, and if I don’t make a fool out of myself, would you like to stay over? I’ll pack your robe.

As soon as he throws his bag into the backseat and slips into your car, you feel at ease.

The drive over to grab him had been a combination of whispered mutterings about how it was going to be fine and a mind full of all the ways it wouldn’t be.

It’s further helped when his lips press to your cheek, allowing hands to loosen on the steering wheel, and when that low voice sweeps over you as he greets you—as other words hang there unspoken.

You almost say it on sight, I've missed you.

Because you have. A week and a half of messages and phone calls sufficing, but you’ve missed his presence, his face, the chance to brush your fingers over his cheek.

“You look nice.”

Eyes widening, he stares down at himself, palms brushing out over his thighs. “Me?”

“No, the ghost you brought with you—of course, you.”

Snorting, he fastens his seatbelt. “Says you, hermosa.”

“Smooth talker.”

The drive to the fight continues with similar, gentle teasing, all comfortable conversation filling the vehicle. He begins to fill you in on the new developments in the saga of Luca’s newfound love for blanket forts rendering the living room a disaster and you about the sign-off on the work you'd been worked up over.

As you navigate the roads, excitedly sharing about how you've picked a wallpaper you like, Frankie's warm hand finds a home on your thigh, his thumb idly tracing patterns over the fabric of your jeans as he continues talking.

No smirk, nothing. Just the usual smile, as if he'd done this before.

Yet, he hasn't. Unfamiliar sensations surge through your body, catching you off guard, body all ill-prepared for the way it warms you. It almost urges you to shuffle in your seat so his hand rises north; Electricity crackles along your veins, accompanied by a tightening in your abdomen that refuses to dissipate. And, it only worsens when he coughs and his hand grips you a little tighter.

As more of the cityscape flits past your windows, you steal glances at Frankie. His profile illuminated intermittently by the passing street lights, shadows highlighting the rugged contours of his face.

By the time you're pulling into the parking lot, you wish the drive had been longer. Momentarily, you press your thighs together, for reprieve. Only doing so when his hand moves to open the door, the liveliness and music spilling out onto the sidewalk as he comes around the vehicle to take your hand.

“So, where will your friends be?”

Frankie tightens his hand on yours, leading you, holding the door open. “They’ll be in the locker room. Will is Ben’s non-official trainer.”

Nodding, you smile, letting him lead until the two of you come to a stop at the bar—him asking you what you’d like, giving you a look that says please don’t fight me as he takes out his wallet.

“You not needed there?” Shaking his head, ordering drinks as he faces his head forward but his eyes slide down to you. “And what are you, what's your role?”

“His other non-official, less present trainer.”

“You slacker.”

Shrugging, he shakes his head, paying for the drinks. “I know, so much free time to do it too.”

Grinning, you follow him to a spot out of the line, sliding your arm around his back, curling into him—the ice cubes in your plastic cup colliding in the fizziness of your drink.

“I’m glad you came.”

“Because you missed me?”

His mouth opens, parts—the tip of his tongue peeking out as you feel his chest expand before relaxing. “Yeah. Nine days was too long.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you slide your hand under his jacket, it taking a moment, more awkward than full of ease before you can fan your fingers out against him.

“Technically, it was five—if you count me half-waving to you when I came in to get a screwy.”

Almost spluttering as he takes a sip, he clears his throat, staring down. “You can’t call it a screwy?”

Narrowing your eyes, smirking away. “And why not, Morales?”

“Because suena mal... dirty,” he argues, trying to suppress a laugh.

Your eyebrow raises in question, but before you can retort, his lips are on yours, effectively silencing you. The place around you is all of a sudden silent, muted—as if no one else is around at all. The ring, the lights, and all of the people blurring into nothing, not as your fingers tease over his chin, as your mouth reminds itself what his feels like.

Pulling back, mouth hovering close to his. “So, what do I need to know about your friends? Outside of the obvious.”

The obvious is that they all served together. Frankie had explained it one night as you cooked for yourself, him on a shelf—face filling the screen as you sliced and brewed on the stove.

It was clinically given, top-level you'd been sure. Just the need to know—the need to understand.

“Well, Ben is loud—but he’s gentle. Will is a bit protective, especially since we've all been through a lot together," he begins, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “But they're good people. They're upfront and honest.”

“Does Harold like them?”

Tutting, he pauses as he lifts the plastic cup to his lips. “The only person Harry likes is you. And his own family.”

“I’ll be sure to drop that in conversation then. Show them I’m one stamp approved already.”

Tilting your chin up, he licks his lips—slowly, intently. “You have nothing to worry about, alright?” You nod, trying to take in his words. “I mean it.”

“Okay.”

Kissing the top of your head, Frankie keeps his arm around you. Even when Benny's name is shouted and the crowd goes wild.

I think they like me.

Are you texting me from the bathroom?

Maybe. But, I think it’s going well.

Baby, are you peeing and texting me?

No! I dried my hands and then messaged you.

So you’re leaning against a dirty wall texting me.

Are you grinning like an idiot at your phone?

Don’t answer I can see it.

Shut up.

If that’s the grin you wear when I message you, no wonder they wanted to meet me.

Basta!

You're cute when you're flustered. Can see the red climbing up your neck from here.

Come back and keep me company.

Grin a bit more and I might.

Rainy.

Fuck you're handsome, Butterscotch.

NEXT CHAPTER ->

an: while the meeting happens off-paper (haha wanted to say off-screen) all meetings won't appear like this 👀. we knew they'd love her, and in time we'll see how much. also, her texting him in the bathroom may be my fave thing she's done off her own accord (i am merely just a body and fingers when rainy begins talking to me)

[gunnerfc]

Stuck | Alexia Putellas x Barça!Reader

summary: you get stuck in an elevator with your ex-girlfriend who you haven't spoken to since the break up

warnings: a tad suggestive and angsty

wc: 1352

author note: all translations are from google, sorry if they aren't 100% accurate!!

You sighed as you slammed your car door, the exhaustion from training having affected you more than normal. Perhaps it was because your mind was busy racing with thoughts of your ex-girlfriend and how upset you were with her rather than football. Entering the lobby of your building, too engrossed in responding to a text message from Patri to see you weren’t the only person waiting for the elevator.

“Tienes que estar bromeando. (you got to be kidding me.)” you heard a familiar voice huff as the elevator arrived. 

You glanced up from your phone, coming face to face with the person who's been clouding your thoughts. You rolled your eyes at the midfielder, moments like these are the downfalls of living in the same building as Alexia.

You ignored her comment as you both entered the elevator, hitting your respective floor numbers. The two of you stood as far away as you could in the enclosed space, both still too pissed at the other to even make small talk about training or the upcoming weekend game. 

The elevator made it seven floors from the lobby before you felt it jerk and halt in its place. The lights flickered off before coming back on. You and Alexia shared a concerned glance as you both realized the elevator got stuck. Of course, you would get stuck in an elevator with your ex-girlfriend who refused to even talk to you after the breakup.

“ay dios mío. (oh my god.)” you heard the blonde mumbled, irritation laced her words.

You mocked her words quietly already over your current predicament. From the corner of your eye, you saw Alexia look your way, anger written all over her face.

“¿Tiene usted un problema? (do you have a problem?)” Alexia growled, not wanting to be here anymore than you do. 

“Sí, estoy atrapada aquí contigo. (yeah, I'm stuck in here with you.)” You responded, your words coming out harsher than you meant, but you didn’t care how they affected Alexia.

The two of you have yet to have any sort of conversation post break-up unless it was on the pitch, but even then it was never more than what was needed. Alexia wouldn’t give you a chance to ask why she had broken up with you, which just added to your anger towards the captain. Alexia had decided to break up with you on what seemed like a whim, ending the two-year relationship like it meant nothing to her.

Alexia didnt respond, instead making an effort to call the lobby to let them know the elevator was stuck. The quicker it gets moving again, the quicker she can get away from you. She knew it wasn’t fair to at least give you an explanation for breaking up with you, but even she knew her answer would be stupid. Alexia was nervous about people potentially finding out about your relationship and thought the best thing to do was just end the relationship. She knew it was dumb but she couldn’t tell you that. Instead, she let you hate her.

You, in your best effort to ignore the blonde, went back to the conversation you were having Patri. It wasn’t helping though, hearing Alexia angrily talk to the man on the other end of the phone was doing something to you. You hadn't been with anyone since the breakup and it was starting to mess with you. Maybe had you taken Ona’s advice of hooking up with someone one time, you wouldn't be so affected by your ex-girlfriend.

Alexia huffed as she hung up, clearly in a worse mood after the call. You tried to keep your eyes locked on your phone and not Alexia’s clenched jaw. You gave her a good two minutes, thinking she would at least tell you what was said, but it never came.

“Well?” you broke the silence, seeing as the midfielder was not going to.

Alexia turned her head slightly towards you, an eyebrow raised as if she wasn't expecting you to speak, almost as if she had forgotten you were also stuck in the elevator. 

“Están trabajando en eso. No saben cuándo se solucionará. (they are working on it. they do not know when it will be fixed.)” the blonde stated, the anger ever present in her voice. You roll your eyes, though not directed at her but at the lack of information surrounding your situation.

“Si sigues haciendo eso, se quedarán atascados. (if you keep doing that, they will get stuck.)” Alexia chastised, eyes focused on the door of the elevator.

“¿Te importaría? (would you care?)” you shot back, irritation starting to grow the longer you stand in the unmoving elevator.

“Y/N…” the blonde groaned, knowing that the two of you could go on for days arguing with each other. 

As frustration grew between the two of you, so did the pent-up tension of not speaking and unanswered questions. You went back and forth in your mind, debating if you should ask Alexia why she broke up with you now that she had no way of leaving.

"seeing as we have nothing else to do, will you finally tell me why you broke up with me?" you didn't bother switching languages, knowing the blonde would understand what you asked.

"¿Podemos por favor no hacer esto, y/n? (can we please not do this, y/n?)" Alexia said, throwing her head back with a groan. 

"¿por qué no? No es que tengamos nada más que hacer. (why not? It’s not like we have anything else to do) " you quickly responded, fully turning to face your ex-girlfriend. 

Alexia lifted her head back and turned to face you and it seemed like the walls were closing in the longer the two of you held eye contact.

"no." 

"sí."

"no!"

"ye-" You weren't able to keep the argument going as your back was suddenly up against the side of the elevator. 

Alexia's hands were tightly holding your waist, keeping you locked between her body and the wall of the elevator. you struggled to control your breathing, having missed having her hands on you. 

Alexia's lips moved closer to yours, giving you time to push her away if you wanted to. Instead, you moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her into a searing kiss. The weeks of being apart evident in how heated the kiss was. The grip Alexia had on your waist tightened, pulling a small moan from your lips. 

Alexia’s lips moved their way over your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small nips as she went. Your head was tilted back against the siding you pressed against, small pants leaving your mouth as Alexia left love bites wherever she wanted. 

Just as she pulled her away from your back, the elevator jolted to life, but neither of you made an effort to move away from each other. Alexia’s hands remained on your waist, your hand that was around her neck moving to rest against her chest. You could feel how fast her heart was beating under your palm. You could feel your own heart beating just as fast and you sure Alexia was aware as well.

The elevator dinged as it reached Alexia’s floor, she lived two floors down from you. As the doors opened, the blonde made no effort to detach herself from you. Alexia had taken too long to exit the elevator as the doors started to close again. 

Before they could fully close, Alexia moved to stick her hand in between them, forcing them open once more. Now standing in between the doors, halfway in the elevator, halfway in the hallway, the blonde stuck her hand out for you to take.

“¿quieres seguir? (do you want to continue?)” Alexia offered, a small smirk gracing her lips.

You took her hand without thinking letting her lead you down the familiar hallway, you could be angry at her the midfielder tomorrow. Right now, you were more concerned with the ache between your legs and how Alexia was going to take care of it.

[misspelledwordswizard]

Good morning, afternoon or evening. I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to take the opportunity to make you one with one.

We all know that Time and Twilight are related in some way. So, my request was about how Time and Twi would react to finding out that reader is their descendant with some family and obviously platonic fluff

This is so cute! I believe both would be like "girl dad mode on" hehe Thank you for the request, I hope you like it <3

I had been in the group for a short time. I’m not sure how I ended up here, or why, I just know that suddenly I was having to hang out with nine heroes from Hyrule who all had the same name. Okay, I can handle a little adventure, I may be a farm girl, but being a hero has always been a dream of mine, it’s in my blood. Literally. 

From the moment that strange group told me their names, or rather, name, and explained that they came from different times, I was already sure that I was related to at least one of them. Well, at least I know that I’m descended from a hero named Link who saved Hyrule. 

The only problem is that I have no idea which of them I’m related to, especially when they all look so similar and the timelines are so confusing! That’s why I decided to keep this information to myself until I knew for sure. 

— Oh, Malon sent hugs to everyone. – Time said, as he read the letter recently delivered by the postman. I’m still curious about how he does it, but I’m more interested in the name unknown to me. 

— Malon? Who is this? 

— Oh, that’s right, you haven’t met her yet. Malon is my wife. – The Old Man answered me, with a somewhat proud smile on his face, he must love her very much. 

— Oh, and she’s the owner of the LonLon Ranch, back in the Old Man’s era! – Wind added, this fact might be nothing more than a curiosity for most, but it ended up meaning more than that to me. 

If Time is married to the owner of a ranch, it’s likely that his descendants inherited it, and over time it may have become my family’s ranch. Could the Hero of Time be my ancestor? 

— Oh, and maybe you’ve already come to this conclusion too, but Twilight also comes from a ranch, it’s not for nothing that we call him Rancher. – The Champion completed, and only then did I realize the obvious. 

But then, which one of them is my ancestor? I could try to find out more details about it, but it would take too long if I did it that way, so I decided to open my mouth, maybe they can help me. 

— Well, then it’s likely that I’m a descendant of one of you two. 

All eyes turned to me, I think the two in question almost broke their necks with that move. Was that really that surprising? Soon everyone was around me, curious. 

— Why do you say that? – Time was the first to ask. Fair enough. 

— Well, I always knew I was a descendant of a Link, I just didn’t know which one of you, and since I come from a ranch too, I think it’s quite likely. 

— Why didn’t you say so before? – Twilight asked, I figured this question would come. 

— I didn’t want to create expectations, or else I might upset everyone and not get any answers. But I still don’t know which of you two are my relatives. 

A silence settled in as everyone looked at each other, as if they were deciding what to say. They knew something. 

— Hm, how can we say this? – Warriors began. – Both of them! 

I blinked in confusion, many doubts swirling in my mind. Both of them? But they were quicker to answer them. 

— It turns out that I am a descendant of the Old Man, so either you are a descendant of him and my ancestor, or a descendant of both of us. – Twilight explained, and then things began to fall into place. Indeed, there were doubts in my family as to whether we were descendants of one or two Heroes, with this the answer becomes clear. 

— In that case, I’m almost certain that both of you are my ancestors, I really wasn’t sure if I was descended from one or both of you. – I explained finally, reaching the final conclusion. Wow, a descendant of two Links, who would have thought. 

They both looked at each other for a moment, they even seemed to be talking telepathically, but it seems that their choices of actions were mutual, because in the next second I was being crushed in a hug by two strong men. I can’t breathe, it’s definitely a hug worthy of a father. 

 I was finally released from the grip and able to breathe again, which I did dramatically, drawing laughter from some of the boys. 

— I can hardly believe this, is this how you felt when you met me? – The Rancher asked Time, with a smile on his face. 

— Hm, basically. Oh, Malon will love meeting you! I’ll write to her about it. – The old man seemed happier than I had ever seen him in the short time I had known him. 

I myself was still processing all of this. I had not just met one of my ancestors, but two of them? Before I knew it, I was smiling like an idiot. It was like I now had two more dads. Even if one of them was almost my age, which was a little strange. 

— Oh, when I can, I want to show you the family books about you, so you can check the information! – I said excitedly and they happily agreed with me. 

— The food is ready! – Wind said, drawing their attention. 

— Come, sit near us, we have a lot to talk about! – Twilight said, guiding me by the hand to the rest of the group. 

— Yes, little one, tell us everything about you and your family. – Time completed, resting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. 

Who would have thought I would have such a cool family walking with me all this time. 

[michaellangdonswhore]

Ethan Landry x bratty reader 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: smut. i need serious help.

word count: 1.8k

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"Ethan, we've been working on this for hours," You yawn, leaning back into the chair you pulled up next to him earlier. Ethan's gaze never leaves his laptop and his fingers don't stop typing for a second.

You shrug off not getting a response and play with the pages of your textbook. You've stopped helping him at this point; you'd rather do a portion of the work at your dorm in bed.

You're a procrastinator, but you get the work done.

Ethan's the opposite.

You were assigned a project in your economics class. Since the two of you knew each other the best out of anyone else in the class, you decided to pair up. You didn't know your working and time management skills would be so different.

You and Ethan were somewhat friends, but you argued a lot a little. It would always be about something small. They never went too far, though. It would end with Tara shifting the conversation and leave Ethan frustrated and gritting his teeth. You get annoyed with each other easily, but you were kind of still friends.

The thing that really bonded you two together was your economics class. You'd make small talk about your professor or what someone did in class. Sometimes you found yourself laughing with him, but you usually bickered.

However, you kind of liked arguing with him. It was exciting.

"Ethan," You whine.

He sighs and breaks eye contact with his computer, looking down at you.

"Maybe if you just agreed to meet up earlier in the week we would've gotten this done a lot quicker," He says in a condescending tone. "And you have no concept of time. We've only been working for a little over an hour."

"An hour too long," You roll your eyes and lean back in your chair again. "Look, I have a really short attention span."

"Clearly." He rolls his eyes, shifting his gaze back to the computer. You go back to playing with the pages. He gets annoyed by this. "Are you going to help me at all or just sit there?"

You shoot him a glare.

He scoffs and then finds himself smirking.

He always had fun pushing her buttons, but was particularly enjoying doing it in that moment; them alone in a tense room.

He hadn't really thought about her like this till a little before she came over. Not until Chad finally brought up the very obvious chemistry between them.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on," Chad groans. "You two fight like an old married couple."

"There's nothing sexual about it-"

"Dude, are you serious?" Chad scoffs. "You're just a virgin who doesn't know how to handle an attractive woman."

"Oh, screw you." Ethan glares at Chad who has a proud grin on his face.

"Think about it." Chad says before taking off.

Oh, and he thought about it.

"I want to take a break." You say.

"You've had days to work on this and it's due tomorrow night," Ethan rolls his eyes. "You've had your break."

You inhale deeply, full of frustration.

"You're a dick."

"Sorry that I want a good grade in the class."

You get angry by this comment. He knows that you're a hard worker; so what if you wait till the last minute? At least you get the things you have to do done.

He takes notice of the offended expression on your face and can't help but think that you're cute when you're angry with him.

"I have the same grade as you, you asshole."

"I'm actually a point above you."

"Oh, big difference."

"It's still a difference."

"Fuck off," You get up from the chair, picking up your laptop off of the desk.

"What are you doing?" Ethan asks.

"I'm gonna work on the rest of this in my dorm." You say, abandoning the situation.

You didn't really know else to do. Usually when you were arguing there was always someone to put an end to it; to resolve an unresolvable situation.

"I don't believe that for a second."

"Yeah, well." You paused for a moment. He had caught your bluff. You put a hand to your hip. "There's still another day to work on it. And we did get a lot done."

"Why don't we just finish it?" Ethan turns to looks at you. "You know? Let's just bang it out."

His word choice makes him tense. He knew the way the sentence came out.

"Okay, yeah," Y/N nods, sitting back down. "Let's just bang it out."

"Yeah?" He says in a breath. He doesn't know why he's continuing to speak without thinking about his words. He also doesn't know why he's kind of getting hard.

"There's nothing sexual about it-"

His words from earlier replay in his head.

'Fuck you, Chad.' He thinks to himself.

You nod and take out your laptop.

"You gonna stop your bitching and complaining?" He asks, him sitting a little closer to you than before. He was finding himself to be having fun with this. You give him an annoyed look and he lets out a chuckle while tilting his head.

"Only if you stop acting like a dick," You reply. "You're pissing me off."

"Am I?" He asks, no longer focusing on his work.

"Yeah," You nod. "Come on, let's bang this out."

"Yeah, okay."

In a second his lips are on yours, his hands pulling you in closer to him. You kiss him back, for a moment, before you realize what's literally going on.

"Woah, woah, woah..." You break away, staying in the position you're in. His hands are gripping your wrists and you're kind of straddling him.

He looks up at you and then lets go of your wrists. He didn't even realize he was holding onto them in the first place. He's breathing heavily and his face is red from embarrassment. Now, he's looking away from you.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Y/N." Ethan's looking at the ground now. "I-I misread the situation. I don't know what I was thinking..."

He's trying to be rational and he's clearly embarrassed, but he doesn't even notice that his hips are digging into you.

"No... it's okay," You stammer.

"Really?" He looks back up at you.

"Yeah..." You say. He's still thrusting against you. You realize it. He doesn't until your face gets even more flushed.

"What?" He asks, growing cocky. He assumes, since you said it was okay and you're still on his lap, that he was good to do this. "I thought you wanted a break?"

"Shit," You say as his hands grab your wrists again. You lean your forehead against his and he chuckles. "Yeah, I do want a break."

"Should I even let you have one?" He questions, kissing your jaw.

You roll your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Screw you," You say. "Don't tease me."

"Screw you, Y/N," He hisses. "I'll do whatever I want."

You press down further into his lap and he groans, his head falling back.

"I've never seen you this confident," You chuckle. You kiss his exposed neck, kissing up to his jaw. He's pressing into you more. "What's got you this cocky? Aren't you a virgin?"

"Fuck, I let you have a break and you throw that in my face?" He rolls his eyes. "You're such a brat."

He moves his hands to your hips and forces you to grind against him.

"You never fail to frustrate me." He continues. "Fuck, I just want to fuck the living shit out of you."

You're weak from his words, wincing over them. He stands up, carrying you with him. He throws you onto his bed and attacks immediately, pulling down your loose sweatpants frantically.

He's painfully hard. It's fucking hurting him.

He flips you over on your stomach and forces your hips up. Your face is buried in his pillows and you're wondering about what he's going to do before his warm mouth is devouring you. Your legs shake.

"Fuck, Ethan..." You hum. "I-"

"You what?" He stops.

He's dying to be inside of you. He's jerking himself as he eats you out. He feels so hot and desperate.

"Fuck..."

"Spit it out." He says in between licks. "You never have a problem with speaking your mind."

"Just keep going," You say, reaching for his hair behind you.

"Fuck, you're a slut." He goes back down on you for a moment, but he has to be inside of you.

When the contact breaks you whine, but are instantly met with him shoving his aching cock inside you. He's digging into your hips and he's balls deep. He doesn't waste a second before he's pounding into you, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Yes, fuck," He whines, forcing you up by your hair to lean against him. "I never thought you'd feel this good."

He holds you in place and kisses your neck, fucking deep into you.

"Who knew all I had to do to shut you up was fuck you?" He laughs and you get mad, looking away from him but continuing to let him fuck you. "Aw, did I make you upset?"

"You're an asshole," You say, but then he pounds you harder, forcing a cry out of your mouth. "Fuck, Ethan, keep going! You feel so good..."

"Fucking whore." He grabs your jaw with one of his hands and sloppily kisses you. "God, I love fucking fighting with you."

You lean your head in the crook of is neck, but then he pushes you down and leans on top of you.

His brows are furrowed and he's whimpering in your ear.

"Feels so good," He says breathlessly, his nails digging deep into your skin. He's speeding up at this point, chasing his high. He's gonna cum soon. After all, he is a virgin.

His face is becoming red and he's getting lost in you.

And you're almost there too before he quickly pulls out. You turn your head to face him.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I-" He takes a deep breath and shakily responds, "I don't want to cum yet."

"It's okay," You look up with him with a glow in your eye. "Cum on my face."

"What?"

He's standing above you, and you switch your position, kneeling in front of him. You gently grab his already sensitive cock in your hands and begin pumping him, and he's a whining mess.

"Oh fuck-"

Without warning, he replaces your hand with his and jerks himself off until everything is out and a mess on your face. Loud grunts and swears escape his mouth as you wait with your tongue out.

He's left a sweaty mess, looking at you with his mess on your face. You look up at him and taste a little bit, and he breathes heavily.

"Fuck, you look good." He says. He then grabs a napkin from his desk and walks back over to you, wiping the cum off of your face. Once it's all gone, he kisses your cheek.

"I'll help you out with the work, now." You say, blushing at him. He tilts his head, looking at you confused.

"Why do it now?" He asks. "We have all day tomorrow for that."

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Leona's Lemon Cookies

A/N: Here it is again. I will post the commissioned ones as well. Happy birthday Leona. Even though this is a repost.

tags: fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, garden sex wc: 6.7k+

You looked yourself over in the mirror with sparkling eyes and a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. You swiftly buttoned up your crisp uniform shirt while tucking the hem into your skirt. As you did so, you tugged the skirt up a few extra inches than what the dress code would usually allow. The soft skin of your thighs were exposed since you decided not to wear your uniform’s tights due to today’s special holiday. It was officially Valentine’s Day in Twisted Wonderland.

You had stayed up late the night before. Baking cookies with Grims’ vocal encouragement and willingness to eat any leftover dough without the additional lemon extract. When you had grabbed the golden vial of lemon extract from Sam’s shop earlier that week, he had warned you that under no circumstances should Grim consume any of it. It should only be eaten by the person you want to get closer to.

And that person was already so far out of your reach. At least that’s how you felt. 

You made Grim a few sugary, heart shaped cookies as a thank you for ‘helping’ and pushed through an extra batch of lemony cookies for tomorrow’s babysitters, and finished off the entire vial of lemon extract. You left Ramshackle that morning with Grim in tow, making sure that you would be early to campus in hopes of seeing the student who plagued your thoughts. You clutched the bag of heart shaped lemon cookies tightly with the spare bag hidden in the pocket of your blazer. Relaxing at the sound of neat, clear plastic crinkling in your fingers. The yellow ribbon sealing the bag tickled your knuckles as if they were encouraging you into being more confident. “Are you sure he’ll even eat them? He doesn’t look like the type to sink his teeth into cutesy cookies.” Grim sounded unsure of your plan to present something sweet to the person you wished to become closer to. Well, beastman you wished to become closer to. “Even if he eats just one and tosses them out, I think I’ll be happy.” You hummed with a wide smile. The day was yours to be seized, nothing could possibly go wrong.

-♡- 

“Leona? Who’s lookin’ for him? If it’s the Headmage, then I can’t say,” Ruggie shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, leaning back against a wall while sorting through a handful of Madol with a smug expression. Of course the hyena wouldn’t sell Leona out so easily. And Grim was already being toted away to the Mostro Lounge by the Tweels now that classes had ended. You were on your own for the rest of today’s mission. “Come on Ruggie, what about an I.O.U for next time you need help with something?” You suggested hopefully, noticing his big round eyes marveling over the bag of cookies poking out of your blazer pocket. His expression turned mischievous and you started to scowl. “Oh? Is that why you were looking for him?” He swiped the bag of cookies away from your pocket with a soft snicker. You quickly shot your hands out to snatch them back to no avail. “Let me have a cookie, and I’ll tell you where he went.” Ruggie purred as you, again, attempted to steal the treats back. No luck.

His hands were far quicker than yours, bouncing the bag between his palms with a smile. You were running on a short fuse already. “They aren’t for you!” You growled as Ruggie continued to tease you with the bag gliding against your fingertips, only to have it snatched away again. “I only want one. Leona won’t even notice. Just say it grew legs and ran away. Besides, you need to find him right? Giving me a snack is a perfect payment.” The hyena giggled, a familiar and snarky sound. He was now holding the bag out to you in cupped palms. You hesitated, before quickly taking the bag of cookies back. Just one… Then he’ll tell you where Leona is hiding. “Fine.” You murmured and carefully unwrapped the bag's yellow ribbon. The plastic crinkled under your fingers as you pulled out a lemony heart shaped cookie. The hyena’s eyes glittered with excitement at the sight of the yellow tinted treat. “Feed it to me?” He asked with a wide smile. His large fangs were exposed and his eyes were half lidded. You only grimaced in response. You held out the cookie for him to take with the bag clutched tightly in your spare hand. “In your dreams.” You growled with your eyes now narrowed at the beastman. 

Ruggie shook his head slowly, his smile still there as he took the cookie from you. “Oh, to be fed cookies by a pretty girl. I will dream, like most guys here will.” He threw his hands up in dramatic defeat as you quickly re-tied the yellow ribbon around the bag. As he took a small bite he pointed down the hall with a swipe of his tongue over his lips. “He’s in the Botanical Gardens, you’ll find him hiding somewhere in the subtropical zone. Probably still sleeping.” Ruggie instructed as he chewed away at the lemon flavored heart, sliding his tongue over the soft dough with a smirk. “Don’t snitch on me for telling you where he is.” He hummed as you turned away from Ruggie, sneaking the bag back into your pocket. “I’ll mention an annoying little cat told me.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the soft ‘meow’ from behind. You didn’t have time to mess around with an underling. 

You needed to speak with the person in charge.

-♡- 

The walk to the Botanical Gardens wasn’t as long as you imagined. Maybe it was the excitement of giving the sweet gift to Leona that made your steps much faster. Maybe it was the scenario of him thanking you with a smile that made time pass much quicker. Maybe it was the dreamy wish of getting something back for the upcoming White Day. You stepped into the large garden, looking around for a pair of long legs hidden among the shrubs or underneath a table with exotic flowers perched on top. But nothing yet. Ruggie said he was in the ‘subtropical zone’ today. You would have to go much deeper into the garden.

Your steps were light as you admired the plants you passed. Bright red strawberries, violet colored blueberries, pale green succulents in terracotta pots, and even pink flowers you had never seen before. As you trekked deeper into the lush greenhouse, the temperature began to rise. You shucked off your blazer to drape it over your arm, holding the cookies in your cupped palms as if they were made of thin glass. The air was hot, but your hands were becoming sweaty from the anxiety swelling up in your chest. As you passed a large tree slathered in thick green moss, you spotted a thin brown tail with a chocolate brown tuft of fur on the end. It was poking out from beneath a bush littered in small white flowers. 

Your heart jumped with excitement as you slowly crept over to the large bush. It was nestled in a small patch of grass, a few thin trees were planted there as well with vines draping over the branches. You gave Leona silent props for this new hiding place. Had his tail been hidden, you would’ve had no idea there was enough space behind that bush for one lion. You shifted the cookies into one hand and moved the ropey vines from out of your way, seeing Leona lying on his back. He was sleeping. Of course he was.

An open book was laid over his face, it was thick and appeared aged from both time and affection. The spine was cracked and there were tears along the rounded corners of its yellow leatherette. The light brown cardboard beneath was exposed from beneath. The book title stated that it contained the study of different exotic wild flowers. You never pegged Leona as the ‘flower’ type. Maybe he’s just using it to look productive in case one of the staff finally found him. And what a lucky feline he was today that it would be you instead. “Um… Leona?” You called out to him in a soft voice, kneeling beside him as you did so. He was unmoving. Meaning; he’s ignoring you, or he’s actually sleeping. With a hand now outstretched, you reached towards the book laying over the beastman’s face. As you lifted the book, you choked back a gasp as your eyes grew wide. Leona was staring at you. His sharp summer green eyes were half lidded from waking up and he appeared ornery already. “What?” He growled and grabbed the book. Your hand reflexively curled away as you stared at him in shock. 

“Oh! Sorry! Ruggie told me you were here, so… Here I am!” Your tone was awkward as you smoothed your skirt underneath your butt before sitting on the soft grass beneath you. Leona sat up, carefully closing the book with an annoyed expression as you looked down at the cookies in your hand. “Also… Your tail was sticking out…” You whispered as you listened to Leona set the book aside and sigh. “Are you here to tell me something? If you planned to snitch on me, you wouldn’t have sat your ass down. Spit it out Herbivore.” Leona’s eyes slowly scanned over your perched form, and moved over to the cookies in your sweaty palm. You could see them widen for a split second before he gazed into your eyes. The sound of silence filled the space between you as your face began to grow hot. Right. The cookies. He’s waiting for an explanation. “I made these, just… Cause I did,” you awkwardly shifted from where you sat and held out the plastic bag of heart shaped cookies to Leona. “And… ‘Cause it’s Valentine’s Day… Today… So…” The plastic bag was transferred carefully into Leona’s palms as he hummed in response. His brown tail swishing slowly across the grass patch ground with content from the sight. He silently admired the bag and pulled gently at the ribbon. “I don’t really eat cookies, Herbivore. If you wanted to give me something like this, it could’ve been meat. Not that you can afford it.” He huffed, not meeting your eyes as he pulled a cookie out of its plastic confines. Although he openly complained, Leona clearly intends to eat them for you. Since you worked so hard to make them on his behalf. “I guess since it’s Valentine’s Day I’ll have to eat them.” He held one of the heart shaped cookies in his fingers, then looked up at you. 

You attempted to mask your excitement, seeing him lick over the rounded edge of the lemony heart. His tongue was lined with papillae and you could hear the gentle scrape of the keratin over the baked dough. Leona’s eyes were processing your expression, and seeing him lick the heart shaped cookie felt intimate.

It shouldn’t feel intimate. It’s just a cookie.

The beastman pulled the pastry away from his lips, his cuspids now visible as he smiled. You felt the electric excitement shoot up your back and send you into an ice-cold sweat as the lemony treat was now pressed against your lips. The spot he licked was wet and warm, and you could taste the mint in his leftover saliva. “Well? I don’t like cookies. I can’t eat them all alone. Have a bite too.” He instructed as your face began to burn. You said nothing as you shyly bit into the edge of the cookie, chewing slowly as your eyes broke away from Leona’s intensifying stare. “Is it good?” Leona’s voice was soft and husky with sleep, the question a little too gentle from what you were used to. You nodded slowly as he pulled the cookie away from your mouth. Leaving you to chew and savor the scenario you were in from the magical lemon extract. You savored the soft lemony dough, the way it crumbled, and the hint of mint from Leona’s mouth. Your mind blocked out the bitter sweetness of the lemon. 

You looked up just as Leona took another bite from the once heart-shaped cookie. Of course, from the same spot. “Get another cookie already.” He grumbled and lightly tossed the bag upwards. A micrometer as the plastic crinkled in his palm. “I actually can’t eat all of this sweet shit.” He muttered as you grabbed another cookie. The silence was replaced with chewing and plastic crinkling. Leona commented once how sweet the cookies were, although he still ate them without hesitation. Once he finished one, the beastman was already grabbing another. You took care to nibble at each cookie slowly, wanting desperately for Leona to eat the majority of the cookies infused with the magical lemon extract. 

And it wasn’t long before the plastic bag was empty. The bag laid crinkled and flattened on the grassy ground, empty of sweetness with its delicate ribbon tossed aside. All that remained were yellowish crumbs left behind from the heart shaped treats. 

“Not bad Herbivore. Not bad at all… Very Valentine’s worthy.” Leona complimented softly with a laugh that vibrated through your body. His long tail swiped across the ground and bumped into your thigh, a playful touch that ignited that electrical excitement from before. You struggled to subdue the smile stretching across your face from his words and the ticklish texture of his tail against your skin. The magic was working. It had to be! “Thank you, I was up all night making them!” Your face began to grow hot as the smile you struggled to fight back was now dancing across your features. Your heart was slowly starting to pick up speed as his tail rubbed against the bare skin of your thigh. Something about that delicate touch was making you hotter. 

And hotter. 

You set your blazer on the ground beside you, cautiously loosening your tie with your other hand. The sweat building on your palms was much more pronounced as you refused to look anywhere but the rounded bones in your knees. Was this a side effect of the cookies? It’s not exactly unbearable, but it isn’t comfortable either. You felt as though sweat was beading at your temple as you struggled to remain still where you sat. The instincts arising within you begged to seek friction. To roll your hips shamelessly against the cool ground beneath you. 

You heard a quick pair of sniffs from Leona as you awkwardly shifted where you sat. Maybe he was starting to feel hot like you do? Leona’s tail slipped up your thigh and curled around your waist. Then, the beastman moved closer. You held in a gasp as his hand slipped around the back of your neck. “Don’t move.” His voice was stern and gravelly, making you obedient to his command. Leona brought his nose to your scalp, and sniffed at your hair. You were stiller than stone as he took in short and sharp inhales. Your hands nervously folded together with your eyes even wider than before, refusing to look anywhere except at the rounded bones in your knees. Leona pulled away with a frown and a low growl that sent a strong pulse straight to your core. “Why do you smell like that?” He sounded suspicious, his grip on the back of your neck tightened. Smell? “Smell like what? Is it the lemon?” You asked sheepishly, your legs trembling with adrenaline. You refused to look up at him. 

Leona was now kneeling in front of you. His knee dug into the earth below, right between your parted and sweating thighs. With how quickly you were becoming aroused, you had a feeling the scent of lemon wasn’t what he was referring to. He was hesitant before he took another inhale of your scent. His nose was buried into your hair, and slowly trailed downwards to your ear. His body was now pressed into yours as his nose pressed against your neck. A deep and lustful sniff this time as you shuddered with contained excitement. “Nah,” Leona’s gloved hand left the back of your neck and he pulled his face away from the sensitive skin on your neck. You flinched when Leona cupped your chin, his patent-leather encased fingers pressed into your cheeks and tilted your head so you would be forced to look up at him. The beastman’s thumb rubbed over your lower lip slowly as he observed your expression. His bright summer green eyes were burning into you now and his frown remained. “It's like you’re in heat.” His pearl colored cuspids were visible. A low growl rumbled through him as his thumb pushed itself into your mouth. 

Your face was even hotter as he pressed the digit against the flat of your tongue. The salt of the patent-leather made you even more excited, your panties were becoming stickier as you fought the urge to suck on Leona’s thumb. Yet, your willpower could only be focused in one area at a time. Your hips were starting to sway, rocking back and forth towards Leona’s thigh. You weren’t sure how to respond to such a statement, but that was simply because you couldn’t come up with anything. You did feel worried that maybe the plan went wrong with the lemon cookies. Did the two of you eat too many? You did use the entire vial of lemon extract. There wasn’t anything in the instructions saying not to. But there wasn’t anything saying that if you did use the magical extract, you would be trying to hump someone’s thigh after consumption. “Herbivore…” His deep voice had lowered another octave as his other hand grabbed your forearm tightly. Beneath his dark skin was a warm red glow of blush from the apples of his cheeks. “What was in those cookies?” Leona asked as his round, fluffy ears flattened against his head. You could smell the salt of his sweat. You could hear the soft hitch in his breath. You could taste the patent-leather from his glove. You could see how his expression went from confused and melted into desperate. And you could feel his erection now pressing against you. Something must’ve gone wrong when you were making those cookies. Sam said you would ‘get closer’ to the student out of your reach. But he never mentioned that this would be the way that you achieved said result.

You whimpered as his thumb pressed deeper into your mouth. You gagged around the digit as his hips rolled languidly against your body. You could feel how hard he was. How big he was. Leona’s tail was flicking around wildly as you raised your hands to press against the beastman’s chest. Too fast. He was moving too fast. His thumb slipped out of your mouth with a soft squish sound following. There was a silvery string of drool connecting you to the second-borne prince as you forced your rutting hips into stillness. “Lemon extract… I think… Maybe it was bad?” Your voice was barely audible as a sense of guilt settled in your heart. You knew it had something to do with the lemon extract. But you can’t actually tell Leona that. The reaction he gives might be one that ends with you possibly being expelled. Or worse.

The lion shook his head in disbelief of the suggestion. But you felt his heart skip with excitement beneath your burning palms. “Something like that wouldn’t have caused this.” He grumbled under his breath with his jaw now clenched. He was starting to sweat as he let go of your forearm, inching away from you with another shake of his head. Your hands curled into small fists as you felt your brain fill with a cottony fog. It was hard to form coherent thoughts without looking over the beastman in front of you like he was nothing but meat. Waiting for you to sink your teeth in. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander over the large twitching erection buried under his uniform slacks. You couldn’t help watching the way his chest rose and fell, and how his chest called to you and begged to be marked with both bites and kisses. You couldn’t help how the magical lemon extract made the great, and usually very aggressive Leona Kingscholar so submissive and in dire need of help finding relief. 

And who were you to deny him of what he clearly wanted? 

The space between you and Leona was eliminated as you lifted yourself from a sitting position to rest on your hands and knees. You crawled over to Leona, moving on top of him with your hands resting on his shoulders. You straddled his thighs, pressing against him as he began to growl again. “Herbivore..?” His voice was strained and confused by your actions. You could feel him throbbing against you. The only thing keeping him from being inside of you was your sticky cotton panties, and his linen uniform pants. His fingers were nimble as they tugged at the hemline of your skirt. “Off.” Leona growled, his mouth opening and his eyes half lidded. He then nipped at your chin. The bite was playful, a light nip and ghostly scratch of his cuspids dragging against your skin. You swallowed back a giggle, feeling ticklish when Leona licked the soft skin in an apologetic fashion. His gloved hands slipped themselves beneath the soft skirt and reached for the thin elastic band of your panties. Your thighs were sticky, only getting stickier as the two of you awkwardly squirmed around to peel off your skirt and now soiled undergarment. The hurried and desperate action left you both laying down. Your much shorter body lay on top of Leona’s as he tugged your panties down your raised hips and allowed you to pull them off with your skirt. Now exposed, you felt the air graze over your scorching skin. It was like a teasing kiss for what was soon to come next. Leona’s gloved hands gripped the soft fat of your thighs once the clothing was discarded near your blazer. Your hips were raised as you sat up on your knees, hovering cautiously over the large bulge that was starving for your attention. For your touch. You steadied yourself with your hands resting on Leona’s chest. Your fingers slid down to his yellow uniform vest and slowly undid the buttons. You said nothing, all you could do was tremble with delight from the positive response.

Did you want this? Part of you did, but part of you wished for more of a fairytale romance. One where this magical lemon flavored syrup would make Leona see you as more than just… A Herbivore. But this situation turned into you playing the role of the hungry predator, with Leona as your shivering prey. With his vest now undone, you slipped your hands under the thin white fabric of his uniform shirt. Your fingers slipped over his pectoral muscles, right before testing the waters by rubbing over his nipples. His eyes went wide and he reached up to snatch the collar of your shirt. He was scowling with his teeth bared and eyebrows furrowed. “The hell are you doing?” He growled, his expression agitated. But it didn’t last long.

You seated yourself onto his crotch, rolling against his erection as you rubbed his nipples in delicate circles. You did your best not to be affected by his reaction, watching the agitated expression melt away into one of pleasure. Leona bucked his hips up towards you, slowly letting go of your collar as you teased his chest with your fingers. He attempted to speak again, but was silenced with a soft groan as you took one of your hands to pull at the buttons on his shirt. With more of his chest now exposed, you could see the dark colored peaks of his nipples. How they called to you with the hypnotic rise and fall of his chest. You brought your face closer, only to be stopped by Leona’s hand. His palm was pressed against your forehead, you could see his arm trembling. Almost as if he was silently begging you not to get any closer. His eyes looked watery, his face was burnt with hot blood, and Leona’s teeth were digging into his lower lip. “No?” You whispered curiously as your eyes met his. When they locked, he said nothing. Instead, he removed his hand from your head and threw his arm over his face. With his head now buried into the crook of his elbow, you took the chance to rub your tongue over his swollen bud.

A much higher pitched whine left his mouth, pressed deep into his elbow as you rolled your hips faster and teased his chocolate colored nipples. His tail was flicking excitedly as you dug your teeth into the sensitive bud with a soft hum. Licking. Sucking. Biting. It would soon be too much for the beastman as he wailed quietly into his elbow with his hips thrusting up into yours. His hand gripping your thigh squeezed harder and harder until that too crossed a line of unbearable. You winced in pain, digging your teeth into his skin and roughly pinching his nipple between your fingers. Leona yelped and pulled his hand away from your thigh and moved his arm away from his face. He looked at you with teary eyes and parted lips. You pulled your mouth away with your hands relaxing on his chest. You apologized with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” You whispered and looked down at what you had done. His nipple that you sucked on was even more swollen, and now there was a ‘Herbivore’ sized bite mark surrounding his dark colored areola. His other nipple had been pinched, rubbed and teased into stiffening up like the other. Leona was silent and turned his face away from yours, his eyes shut with disapproval. “Are you pouting?” You spoke hardly above your whisper as Leona popped open an eye to look at you, before closing it and ignoring you again. 

You pressed a delicate kiss against his collarbone as an apology. His breath hitched as you lifted your head higher. This time, you bit him. Your teeth nipped and tugged at the skin along his jawline, soon after you would pepper soft kisses. Your hips raised themselves off of Leona, feeling the slick film from your wet folds coating his pants and possibly even staining them with a wet patch. You would have to properly apologize after this. 

Leona grumbled something as his hands slipped back over your thighs. His ears were flat as he turned his head towards you. You could see that Leona was still pouting, but him bucking his hips up to nudge his erection against your exposed pussy told you he was just ready to keep going. “At least kiss me.” He muttered under his breath with a sigh following. A kiss. The request was so innocent coming from someone as bold as Leona Kingscholar. It stunned you. A smile curled over your lips as you leaned over to kiss him, per his royal request. It was gentle, the feeling of your lips connecting and meshing together left a burning ache deep in your sex. The gentleness isn't permanent. And you were silently grateful for that. Leona’s hands left your thighs, his tongue pushed its way between your teeth and rubbed against yours. You could feel the scratchy texture of the papillae lining the muscle. How it scraped against your own much softer tongue and left you with clouded thoughts. You could taste the mint and lemon in his saliva. How it mixed with yours left you wanting to sit back down on his clothed crotch. But when you lowered your hips, something else greeted you. 

You pulled away from the kiss with wide eyes locked with Leona’s wet watery ones. He looked frustrated with you pulling away from the kiss and his hand again, grabbing the back of your neck. “What?” He growled in confusion as you tried lowering your hips again, only to feel a large mushroomy tip nudge against your labia. A soft ‘um’ left your lips as Leona peeked over your shoulder. His eyes scanned around before settling on his own hand and the ‘thing’ that was stopping you. A quiet hum filled the silence and then, Leona chuckled. “What? Scared of a lil’ dick Herbivore? With the way you pounced on me? I’m shocked.” His frown was twisted into a smug smile from the realization. You were intimidated and he knew it. You scowled and lifted a hand from Leona’s chest to reach between your thighs. “Not scared… Just surprised.” You mumbled as your fingertips brushed over Leona’s pelvic bones. You lowered your head into Leona’s chest with your cheek pressed comfortably against his heart. Listening to the steady beat as you felt around for where his dick began, and where it ended. You found the peach fuzz of his pubes, then his wrist, then his fingers, and then the soft velvety skin at the base of his cock. It was in fact: NOT a ‘lil’ dick’. It was big and felt heavy, just as when it was locked away behind its zipper and brief prison. Maybe bigger than what you assumed from rubbing against him. Your fingers slid over the skin, flinching away momentarily when your fingers trekked higher along his penis. There were barbs. Hard and small, lining his cock and the thick veins in a uniform pattern. All the way up his shaft until you reached the round, wet, mushroom shaped tip. 

Before you made it this far, you thought that there was no way you would want to stop. Leona is a beastman, of course his anatomy would be a little different. But this isn’t what came to mind. “Leona?” Your voice was smaller than what you would have liked, but it did catch the lion’s attention. “What? … It’s not that scary.” Leona could tell you were anxious about the differences in anatomy and one of his gloved hands slid over the plush fat of your ass. “Lower yourself a little more.” He instructed and you hesitated before doing what he asked. You lowered your hips slowly, feeling the burn in your thighs from having to hold the position. You were close enough now that Leona could slip the crown of his cock against the plush meat of your pussy. You struggled to swallow down a string of soft groans as he massaged his tip against the sensitive nerves in your swollen clit. “Do… Do they..?” You were struggling to speak as you felt him squeeze your ass in his palm. He had you lower your hips even more as the tip was engulfed in the burning depths of your cunt. “Does it hurt?” You asked in a meek and nearly breathless voice, trying to lift your head from his chest as Leona slowly pushed in the tip, then pulled it out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The rhythm was slow, almost as if he was trying to work you open without anyone’s fingers being involved. It left you dizzy and craving more. “Sex? It shouldn’t hurt.” Leona’s voice was quiet, like he was struggling to breathe. But with him only giving you the tip until you felt ready, the struggle to hold back was understood. “Not that. I mean… The spikes?” Your voice trailed off as you lacked the vocabulary to explain what you were worried about. Hopefully he understood your usage of ‘spikes’. He was quiet, thrusting the tip in and out with a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Spikes? The spines? No, they won’t hurt you.” He assured and slowed his shallow thrusts to a halt. He chuckled and pushed the tip inside, his other hand now resting on the other cheek. “They feel really, really good actually. You wanna feel it?” His voice was much softer, deep and husky as he lowered you onto his cock until you felt the dull drag of the barbs against your inner walls. A loud whine was pulled out of you from the new feeling. He held you there, hardly inside as your body trembled excitedly around his cock. With every breath you took and the longer he stayed inside, the closer you felt to an orgasm. That was until Leona lifted you off of him, and lowered you back onto his tip. The barbs dragging out of you caused a small gush of slick to pour from your pussy. The stimulation against your walls was like nothing you could imagine previously. The shallow thrusting of only the tip continued as you felt yourself clench hungrily at the tip of his cock.

“Again?” Leona whispered curiously and you nodded vigorously against his chest. With a soft groan of his own, you were lowered onto his barbed shaft, this time it was deeper. The feeling of the spines dragging against your walls made you want to scream in pleasure. To bounce on and ride him until you were given the gift of an orgasm. He was still, pulsing and throbbing inside of you as you struggled to stifle the sounds leaving your lips. Babbling and struggling to remain coherent as Leona swayed his hips. Right before pulling out of you. 

You were once the predator with Leona as your prey. And how the tables have turned.

“Leona.” Your voice was strangled as you tried to forcibly seat yourself on his lap. But you had forgotten how strong Leona was. The beastman held you in place as the tip nudged, kissed, and teased your pussy. The rhythmic thrusts made your stomach twist with excitement at what was bound to come next. “What? Something wrong?” Leona’s voice was airy, but still had the smug playfulness that would make begging him for more of his cock; extra embarrassing. “Please, please, please, please, please, please?” You begged in a pathetic voice, feeling the familiar scrape of the barbs against your labia. Scratching and teasing the folds until you were the one with watery eyes and a pouting expression. “Such a polite little Herbivore. You want it all then? All of my cock nice and deep inside you?” He asked with a low whisper and you nodded. Your hips shaking with sweat beading at your forehead. “Yeah? You do? Toldja it felt good. Didn’t I say that? Tell me.” He purred softly as he slowly lowered you onto his barbed shaft a final time. “You did. You said it- ah- won’t hurt.” You choked out a response with your hands clutching Leona’s white button up in your fists. “You believe me now?” The beastman asked as you let out a soft sob, feeling Leona push deeper. And deeper. His cock stretched you out in ways you could never achieve on your own. Better than any toy. Better than any human. “Believe you.” You groaned as he raised his hips this time. With a loud smack, he was fully sheathed inside of you. 

Throbbing. Pulsing. Twitching. 

You cried out with your hands flying to grip Leona’s shoulders as he remained deep inside of you. With each flex of his cock the barbs would press against your silky walls. This alone pushed you to the edge. You grit your teeth as you came, slick coated Leona’s pelvis, his pubes, and his heavy balls twitching against you. You struggled to speak, your head was spinning as your nails dug into his shoulders. Your walls twitched and squeezed around him as you fell limp against his body beneath you. “Already?” Leona sounded smug as his hand swatted at your butt once, twice, three times. A love tap as he shifted beneath you. “You’ll be addicted after this. I know it.” A growl vibrated in his chest as he held onto you with a firm grip and began to thrust. It was both rough and fast. Overstimulating you to tears and eyes rolling into your head. You had no time to collect yourself or even try to come down from the high of your orgasm. The moans and sobs that left you were that of ecstasy as Leona used you. The punch of his fat tip against the soft wall of your cervix left you squealing for more. The quick drag of his barbs against your inner walls felt as though the second-borne prince was demanding another orgasm from you. 

You cried out a jumbled mess of words that sounded something like ‘Leona’ and ‘Please’ but they were only music to fuzzy ears. The loud smacks of the beastmans hips connecting with yours made your mind fuzzy. Your body was weak and overstimulated from the previous orgasm. And soon to be second arriving. Was this a punishment for tricking him into eating those cookies? Did Leona secretly figure you out? And now you were being brutalized by the swift dragging of his spines in and out of you. “Cumming. Cumming- Gonna cum.” You whined as Leona nodded from beneath you. His thrusts were even deeper as your head started to spin. “S-Slow-” You begged, but that too was nothing more than music to fuzzy ears. “Leona I-” You gasped and felt his hands leave your ass. He was hugging you close to his body. He fucked roughly into you, leaving you a crying mess as something new was introduced. “Knot.” Leona growled and shifted beneath you again. Knot? What knot? The feeling of something round and thick appeared where the patch of velvet skin was vacant of barbs. Knot? Was that the knot?! You didn’t have enough energy or coherent ability to panic nor ask trivia questions about his anatomy. The ‘knot’ smacked against your folds as you struggled to breathe. You were going to cum, and thankfully so was Leona. Leona forced the muscle at the base inside as the two of you came undone together. 

A soft roar left Leona’s throat as you screamed into his chest from the second intrusion. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the thick gush of sperm coating your insides an opalescent white, his tip pressed snug against your cervix. The thick seed mixed with your own juices, a lust cocktail that wanted to spill out of you if not for Leona’s knot in the way. The two of you were now boneless and spent with Leona still holding you tightly. “Herbivore?” Leona called out to you, but speaking was impossible. You shuddered and attempted to part your lips, but only an exhausted huff was given. Leona called your name this time, sounding concerned and you weakly nodded your head as proof you heard him. The beastman was quiet now, a hand rubbed gently over your sweaty back as he shook his head. “It can wait.” He whispered.

-♡- 

“Penile spines… Felines, especially domesticated cats are well-known for having them. Upon withdrawal of a cat's penis, the spines rake the walls of the female's vagina, which may serve as a trigger for ovulation…” You mumbled under your breath into the pages of the book with furrowed brows. You sat against the bookshelf with a book labeled ‘The Anatomy of Beasts’. It told you everything you would need to know about every beast and their evolved counterparts. After the lemon cookie fiasco two days ago, it was hard to look Leona in the eye. All that came to mind upon seeing him was the way he rearranged your guts and their functions. When he carried you back to Ramshackle, it took a solid thirty minutes to clean the sperm out of you and to have Ruggie bring him something to change into. You wanted to see him more. You wanted to speak with him more. 

You didn’t want to think about that being your only sexual encounter. And thankfully Leona seemed to feel the same way. Especially since he was sitting next to you napping as you read the book next to him.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

A New Friend (Part 1/2)

pairing: park ranger!frankie morales x f!reader

rating: M (mild sexual desire but nothing even mildly explicit, reader has a douchey boyfriend, breakups, frankie is an angel because i said so, just cutesy flirting mostly, we get sexy in part two don’t worry)

wc: 4k

frankie masterlist

Where the fuck am I?

You turned to study the woods around you, the trees notched with marks you’d made after having watched one too many survival shows on your couch looking a little too familiar for comfort.

You’d been trying to find your way back to the trail for two hours now, sunset turning into night before your eyes.

Now, you had to come to terms with the fact that you were indeed very lost, going in circles when you were supposed to be heading south—you were supposed to be heading south, right?—to your campsite, the campsite your boyfriend and his friends were at getting shitfaced, likely not even noticing your absence.

As you wandered the dark woods in hopes of finding any sort of sign or guide to safety with your dull flashlight, you considered why you even came along on this trip in the first place.

This weekend marked your fifth anniversary, plans of a trip for just the two of you becoming quickly derailed by the unexpected—at least on your part—visit of his two best friends who showed up and invited him out for a camping trip. Not wanting to spend the weekend all by yourself, contemplating the future of your relationship, you decided to join them, much to their dismay judging by the way they’d been ignoring you since the start of the trip.

This evening, you decided to go out on a walk to get some much needed air from the men who were busy pretending you didn’t exist—including your partner. That’s how you found yourself lost, stuck stumbling through a navy blue washed forest, every sound heightened from fear, your brain creating scenario after scenario of how you’d reach your demise. Be it a bear or a bobcat, a stranger or nature, your anxious heart was sure somehow, this would be the end for you if you didn’t find safety.

Luckily, after a few minutes of hopeless navigating, your flashlight shined on a wooden sign with an arrow pointing left, “Ranger Station: ¼ Mile”.

“Thank god,” you exhaled, nodding as you started off in the direction of the well-used path.

As if the universe were laughing at you, halfway to the station, you began to feel a light drizzle from the blackened skies above, the clouds that had looked harmless this afternoon now slate-grey and rumbling. Shaking your head at your luck, you started to move quicker, but it seemed the rain had the same idea, the drizzle quickly spiraling to a full downpour by the time you walked up the steps to the Ranger’s lodge.

“Please be open,” you mumbled to yourself, noticing that the lights were off inside the tiny cabin. “Please, someone fucking be here.”

You pounded on the door after your knocks failed to earn a response, your eyes frantically looking around the building for any sign of life that could help (or hurt) you. Suddenly, your luck seemed to turn as a man dressed in a tight, form fitting uniform of khaki and forest green came running up the pathway with his coat thrown over his head.

“Excuse me!” you called out over the loud, crashing thunder, pulling his eyes from the ground up to yours. He seemed startled to see you standing there, drenched from the downpour and helpless.

“Oh—sorry,” he apologized as he stepped up the porch to unlock the cabin door, guiding you inside with the flick of a light switch. “I was out sweeping for stragglers when it started to get dark, must’ve missed you.”

“I got myself pretty lost, I don’t blame you,” you chuckled, overcome by the immediate relief brought on by shelter and warmth.

The cabin was small, a warm little space washed in golden light. There was a plaid loveseat in front of a fireplace, a half-read book laying on the coffee table in front of it. Turning your head a bit, there was a kitchen nook built in, nothing extravagant, just a mini-fridge, microwave, portable stovetop, some pots and pans, and a coffee machine. Beside the kitchen rested a desk that looked more like a dinner table, littered with papers and manilla folders as well as a closed laptop. Above, there was a loft built in, though you figured you’d need to climb up there yourself if you intended to study the layout.

“So,” the Ranger’s husky, low voice interrupted your snooping. You turned to watch him as he hung his coat up on the hook by the door before kicking his boots off. “How can I help you? You mentioned you were lost?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, clearing your throat. “I don’t remember the campsite location. I’ve been wandering for hours now.”

“By yourself?” he questioned, a crease forming between his brow as he studied you better, his eyes raking over your entire form before the reality of your soaked state dawned on him. “You cold? I have some tea, or…coffee?”

“Tea sounds great, thank you.” You watched him as he nodded, walking over to the kitchen nook to get the stovetop heated and water placed in the kettle he had hidden in a cupboard. Meanwhile, you looked longingly at the fireplace, hoping that he’d notice your shiver and light it. “Do you…possibly have a spare set of clothes? Anything would help, really.”

“Oh. Sure,” he nodded, avoiding your eyes but remaining attentive as he left the kettle on the burner and walked over to a closet by the door. He tugged out a plastic bin and lifted the lid off, a stack of brand new ranger uniforms inside. “What’s your size?”

You begrudgingly disclosed that information in exchange for warmth, and soon he was setting a pair of forest green pants and a beige t-shirt in your open palms.

“Uh, the restroom’s right there.” He pointed at the closed door in the corner of the room. “I’ll light the fire.”

“Thank you,” you offered him a smile but he was still avoiding looking at you directly, so it went unseen. With an awkward nod to him, you walked into the tiny bathroom to undress and redress, the full-length mirror mounted on the door serving as a good source of entertainment as you studied the way you looked in the ranger’s uniform, the pants undeniably, and shockingly, hugging every good curve on your body.

“The, uh, tea is ready when you are!” His voice sounded through the wooden door, making you jump as you posed in the mirror. gathering your damp clothes in your hands, making sure to hide your undergarments in the pile, you walked back out into the living room, spotting the man in uniform sitting at the table/work area with a mug of his own. “Yours is on the coffee table.”

“Thank you so much, for all of this,” you gestured around and he gave you a nod, no sign of a smile on his face, but there was no apparent anger or discomfort either. “My, uh, my name is…” You gave him your name and offered another friendly smile.

“I’m Frankie,” he greeted you back. Still no smile. “The storm is gonna go on all night. I think the odds of getting back to your campsite are slim, unfortunately.”

Your heart sank a bit at the news. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust this handsome ranger to house you for a night, but the thought of being an inconvenience to yet another person made you feel sick.

“I, um, I have a tent, so…I can stay outside and you can stay in here,” he offered.

“I know I’m not an expert at this stuff but that doesn’t sound very safe.”

“There's a cover, so, it’s not too bad. Your comfort and safety take precedence. It’s sorta my job.” He shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

“I appreciate the thought, but honestly, I think I would feel more comfortable with you in here with me.” You weren’t sure why you cared so much about keeping this glum ranger around, but there was something in his eyes, in his voice that calmed you in a way you desperately craved after the weekend you had. You weren’t naive to the deceit of men, but you truly believed this one meant you no harm. Besides, you were pretty sure sleep wasn’t going to come easy tonight anyway.

“Okay,” he agreed, his voice softer than before. “There’s, uh, not much for entertainment around here.” He chuckled, watching you as you set your clothes down by the fireplace before taking a seat on the sofa. “There’s books. Lots of books, but I know that’s not everyone’s—“

“Oh, I just finished this,” you interrupted him by picking up the book from the coffee table.

“Did—was the end any good?” he asked, standing up from the table and walking over to the kitchen nook to refill his mug.

“It was. Are you liking it so far?” You turned to watch him, the sight of his shirt straining against his broad back making you feel like a cheater for the lustful images your brain decided to flood your mind with.

“I am, but I’m an anxious reader. Constantly have to fight the urge to flip to the last pages.” He laughed again and you felt yourself melt further into the sofa. “So, are you camping alone, too?”

“No,” you sighed as you shook your head and set the book down.

“Touchy subject?” he guessed, resuming his seat at the table.

“I don’t know,” you exhaled and scratched your neck, chuckling at your own predicament. “It’s my anniversary tonight, and instead of spending it with my boyfriend and his two closest friends in the middle of the woods, I’m spending it with a stranger…ranger?”

He chuckled at the rhyme and let out a sympathetic sigh. “Can’t say the first option sounded very good, either.”

“No,” you nodded, looking to him with eager eyes. “It fucking sucks! And they were just ignoring me anyway. This is the most conversation I’ve had all weekend.”

“So is he like…an avid camper or something? You guys do this often?” Frankie questioned, sitting forward with his elbows on the table, his mug held in both hands.

“No, he’s just…an avid douchebag.” Frankie’s boisterous laugh both shocked and delighted you.

“Which is why, I’m assuming, you went and got lost in the woods by yourself?”

“Yep,” you sighed and shook your head. “And the sad thing is, I bet they haven’t even realized I left.”

“It sounds like you need to make this your last anniversary,” he advised, shrugging his shoulders when you turned to look at him.

“Yeah,” you agreed with a sad whisper. “Sucks.”

Frankie studied you for a moment, something more earnest than sympathy in his eyes as you stared down at your lap, picking at your cuticles.

“Hey—“ He caught your attention, your eyes lifting to meet his from across the room. “I’ve got a few board games in case my daughter comes to stay with me on duty. We could…play one? Pass some time?”

Knowing that the only alternative was to dwell on the crumbling state of your relationship, you agreed with a soft, barely there smile and a nod.

Frankie sat down on the rug in front of the fire, clearing the coffee table before pointing to the stack of board games on the shelf below the wooden top.

“There’s Candyland, Life, Monopoly, Scrabble, and Uno.”

“Huh,” you smiled and thought about the options, your stress taken away by this kind and charming stranger tasked with sheltering you for the night, seemingly in more ways than one. “We can start with Candyland.”

“Start, huh? Gonna be up playing games all night?” he asked with a matching smile as he set up the board game. “I guess I’m not one to talk given my personal track record, but I heard that sometimes it helps to face your shit, not run from it.”

“I’ll face it in the morning,” you replied, soft and vulnerable. “Tonight, I just want to be a stranded woman in the woods playing Candyland with a park ranger.”

“Okay,” he rasped back with a smile and a nod.

“I hate you,” you kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes as you reached for the stack of Uno cards on the table, picking eight up and stuffing them in your hand previously only holding one, that near-victory long gone after he matched your +4 card. “You actually ruined my night, wow. How dare you?”

“Jeez,” he laughed and held his hands up in defense. “I didn’t expect such a violent reaction—“

“Oh, yeah right,” you rolled your eyes at him again before meeting his, your laughter fading into just a few soft, breathy chuckles the longer your eyes remained glued to his soft, brown, puppy-like stare.

“You, uh—“ he chuckled and looked down at his lap, shaking his head. “Nevermind.”

“No,” you giggled and urged him on. “Tell me.”

“You just have nice eyes. That’s all.” He shrugged and went to place a card on the stack, changing the color to red.

“I think you have nice eyes, as well,” you spoke softly, almost shyly as you searched your hand for an appropriate card, choosing a “reverse” card to lay on top of his. “Very puppy-dog.”

“Puppy-dog?” he asked in a laugh, amused by the unusual comparison. “Never heard that before.”

“You know, the way puppies look when they’re begging for scraps? You’ve got that same…charm, I guess. Like I couldn’t say no to you.” You mumbled the last sentence, the words not entirely meant for him to hear.

As much as you were enjoying your time with this handsome stranger and planned to end things with your boyfriend the minute you were reunited with him, you were still a taken woman. Cheating was never your thing, but you couldn’t deny the pull to the man sitting in front of you, illuminated and washed in the golden amber light of the fireplace, the buttons on his long-sleeved beige dress shirt undone at the top, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“It’s getting late.” Frankie stood up abruptly and cleared his throat before looking at the watch on his wrist. “Two A.M. already. Sun’ll be up around six, we can head out and find your campsite then.”

“And in the meantime?” you asked, standing up as well though you weren’t sure why. Frankie’s eyes softened on you, not missing the hopeful twitch of your lip. He shook his head at you, but it was so subtle you nearly missed it.

“You’re…involved. It’s not cool,” he reminded, proving that at least one of you had your head screwed on right. “But believe me…I want to.”

“Yeah,” you nodded and looked down at your feet, embarrassed by the mere suggestion. “I—uh…yeah.”

“I’ll take the couch. You can go up into the loft. I have some clean pajamas on my bed, if you want.”

You climbed up the wooden ladder to the loft, finding a cozy space with a full-size mattress on the floor by a large window, a little lamp for reading in the corner, and a record player pre-loaded with a copy of Nirvana’s “Nevermind”. The rain was visible from the window, pattering on the glass while lightning struck in the distance, a loud boom of thunder cracking a few moments later. Lowering your eyes back to the bed, you spotted the set of red flannel pajamas at the foot.

“Mind turning the lights off so I can change?” you called out, and for a minute hoped he’d change his mind and come undress you himself.

“Sure thing,” he replied, and a moment later the cabin went black, except for the golden light of the fireplace.

You changed quickly, desperate to wear his clothes, to smell him up close for the first time, but the scent that flooded your nostrils was too clean, too soapy to have been him.

Now dressed, you walked to the fenced in ledge of the loft to watch him as he sat on the sofa, a book in hand. The fireplace illuminated him in a way that made him look painted, almost, like the product of an artist’s imagination. It was a painting you’d quite like to own, so that your eyes could study him everyday.

“Night,” he called, not looking up from his book.

“Good night,” you replied, smiling to yourself all the way to bed.

Hours had passed by, the sun now up but hidden behind the clouds, the rain pattering against the window calming to a light drizzle. You hadn’t fallen asleep the entire time, your mind spinning with thoughts of seeing your boyfriend again, of the conversation you needed to have before getting the fuck out of this godforsaken National Park.

“Morning,” Frankie greeted you as you stepped down the ladder to the main floor of the cabin. His smile served as a better stimulant than any coffee you’d ever consumed, your tired eyes going bright as you took in the sight of him scrambling eggs in the kitchenette. “Thought I should feed you before I take you back to the douchebags.”

You chuckled. “Thanks.”

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked as he scraped half of the pan of eggs onto one plate before repeating it with another. You pulled up a seat while he carried the food over, placing one in front of you and the other in front of the seat closest to yours. A smile tugged at your lips at his choice of seat.

“I tried,” you answered, remembering that he’d asked a question. “But…my brain doesn’t like to shut off.”

“I feel you there.” The sound of liquid pouring into a cup caught your attention before the waft of coffee hit your nose. You felt yourself salivating as he walked your cup over. “Creamer, sugar?”

“Neither,” you shook your head. “This is incredible, thank you, Frankie.”

“It’s no problem,” he assured as he sat down beside you. “Part of the job.”

“I doubt that,” you laughed.

“Keep the park and its visitors safe. That’s the entire job,” he argued with a tilt of his head, his fork stabbing at the eggs.

“So you do all this for every stray that shows up at your door?” you asked in a playful tone, hoping to conceal your hurt at the prospect of simply being an obligation to him even if that’s exactly what you were.

“No, I don’t typically let my strays wear my PJ’s when I shelter them.” He smiled, his eyes lowered to the flannel set you were still wearing. “And I never, ever, let them win at Candyland like I did with you.”

“Oh, let me win, huh? Someone’s a sore loser,” you teased, grinning at your eggs as you mindlessly stabbed at them. “Maybe we should have a rematch, then.”

“I was counting on it,” he replied. Your eyes lifted to meet his, both of you swallowing thickly at the tension that seemed to keep building with every passing second. “You should eat.”

“You should kiss me,” some out of character being possessing you replied, shocking not only him, but yourself as well. “I’m sorry. That was…god, that was way too forward. I’m sorry.”

“I’ve thought about it,” he admitted, reaching his hand over to lower yours as it shielded your eyes in embarrassment. “Believe me. But I like you, or, could like you…a lot, I think…if we did this the right way, I mean. But kissing you now—“ He shook his head. “S’not the right way.”

“I know,” you exhaled and lifted your fork to your mouth, swallowing down a bite of food that you could hardly get down with all the butterflies swarming in your stomach.

It only took Frankie about half an hour on his quad to find your campsite based on your half-assed description, your arms hugging him closely as you sat behind him.

When you arrived, your eyes widened at the sight of the once clean grounds now littered with trash, the boys, their tents, and the truck you all came in long gone. All that remained was their garbage and your duffel bag, a note sticking out of it.

“Well,” he sighed as he parked the quad and turned it off. “They are indeed douchebags.”

“What the fuck?” you whispered, staring at the note. You turned to Frankie and shook your head, a tear falling down your cheek as you started to read the note out loud.

Since you want to be dramatic and run off all night, I’m gonna give you all the space you could ever want. I’m so done with your shit. Consider this me breaking up with you.

“Fuck,” Frankie shook his head and through your tear-blurred vision you could see his jaw clenched. Frankie climbed off the ATV and walked up to you, reaching for your hand as it crumbled the note up. “This guy is a fucking dick—beyond a fucking dick, he’s…they don’t make filthy enough curse words to describe how shitty he is. You deserve so much better than that.”

“How do you know that?” you sighed, pulling away from him to pick your bag up off the ground. Frankie quickly took it from you and walked it back to the ATV, tying it onto the back.

“I guess I don’t,” Frankie finally answered your question as he returned with a trash bag. “But, judging by how kind and friendly you’ve been so far…I’d say that alone makes you at the very least better than him.”

You huffed a weak laugh and smiled at the sight of his dress shirt stretching over his back as he bent down to clean the campsite. Feeling guilty for your ex-boyfriend’s sins, you rushed to help, practically stealing the bag from Frankie’s hands.

“Thank you, Frankie.” You gave him a sincere, heartfelt smile. “I’m really sorry you got dragged into all my bullshit—“

He cut you off with a shake of his head and a reassuring smile.

“Don’t apologize,” he ordered before checking his watch. “My shift’s over in an hour or so. Do you live in town? I can drive you home, if you want?”

“I do, and that would…that would be really nice.”

You attempted to keep your tears at bay as he started the quad up and turned back around. Here was this stranger, treating you better than your boyfriend of five years ever had, and he’d only known you for one fucking night.

Back at the cabin, Frankie left you with the WiFi password while he tended to his end-of-shift duties, knowing that your phone had no service and that you should probably update your loved ones on your whereabouts considering you technically went missing last night.

You called your best friend first, giving them the rundown on not only what happened between you and your now ex-boyfriend, but also the building tension between you and your knight in shining khaki, Frankie. After some much needed words of comfort and reassurance that you deserve someone better than your shitty ex, you said goodbye and hung up.

Next up was your ex. You’d planned on telling him off, on calling him out on all the shit you’d been putting up with since the beginning of your relationship, but you never got the chance. The fucker sent you straight to voicemail.

By the time Frankie arrived, you already cried out all the tears you felt your relationship deserved, which wasn’t much.

“Everything okay?” he asked, walking over to join you on the sofa.

“Yeah,” you gave him a soft smile. “Or at least it will be.”

“Breakups are hard,” he empathized, reaching a hand over to rest on your knee. You stared down at the contact with a smirk before looking back to his eyes, finding him deep in study as he watched you. “This might…might not be the right time, but…and it doesn’t have to be anything romantic, but…are you doing anything tonight? Maybe we could go out for a drink or go see a movie or…anything, really. I could be a friend.”

“I’d like you to be more than a friend, Frankie.”

“So would I…eventually,” he added with a smile. “But for now, I don’t want you rushing into anything with me. It’s…it’s easy to confuse distraction for acceptance. Believe me, I made a lot of mistakes after my divorce. And…I really don’t want to be a mistake or a distraction to you. So, for now…friends?”

You twisted your mouth as you smiled, looking down at his hand on your knee and resting yours on top of it.

“Friends.”

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[undertale-fic-librarby]

Any Classic Sans x Reader recs? 👀

Smut is welcomed!

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Lonely Eyes by TooObsessedForMyOwnGood (Mature, Complete)

I made this entirely and got up to about chapter 11 before deciding to post it. I've been into undertale since the day it was born and OH MAI GAWD. Excuse me if i happen to make any typos along the way. Hopefully not as I will be editing and reading these over as best as possible. Don't expect frequent updates after chapters 10 and/or 11. Also, i'm sorta new to posting stuff on here, so please forgive me if i'm slow with this sorta thing. The first at least 9 or 10 chapters will be short and more of a slow burn type of thing, but hopefully I can make them longer in the future. here we go guys. ______ It had been at least 15 years since the last human had fallen down. They'd been a mercilious human, one that had dusted almost every monster in the underground. Leaving the rest to lose hope as their king, queen, and all of the royal guard had been taken down by a measley human. A child, at that. Now, the next human to fall was one that had no intentions of such things, but Sans was prepared to put this one down much quicker if they proved to be a threat. Though, they both find out quickly that things were going to be much different then they'd both planned.

You're Not Alone Anymore by alexrun (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

I'm just gonna say this right off the top - I am not entirely sure where I'm going with this fic but if you like fLUFF AND SKELETONS YOu are in the right story!! >w> Uhm I suppose this is a very domestic plot with the whole "monsters living with humans but human don't like 'em" thing, also you are a little bundle of insecurity and anxiety who doesn't have a lot of friends and is just trying to make it through the day ;v; Enojy!?

Integrity (Sans Undertale x Reader) by xylocorpse (Not Rated, Incomplete)

Y/N L/N. A young adult who helps monsters settle in on the surface in your free time and is shit with making friends. On this beautiful day in particular, you happen to be helping two brothers move in and find yourself drawn to them. Thanks to persistent efforts (by you) you find that your life is permanently marked with new faces and new events that you hope will be for the better. .... and what's wrong with having a huge crush on a skeleton along the way? ALL OF THIS IS A HUUUGE SELF INSERT LMAOOOO. i have the fattest juiciest crush on sans and there is not enough love for classic on here. so now i have to do it myself. (but the reader being lowkey a loser is not me i am very cool irl)

Seren(dip)ity by Absent_Enigma (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Life is pretty swell on the surface, Sans supposes. There have been no resets or reloads for years. No drama or violence from the human populace that monsters now live amongst, but for some minor complaints and scuffles. It’s just a bit lonely at times now that Sans’ friends and brother explore what the surface has to offer. Your life gets a little better when you enter into a tentative relationship with a funny skeleton monster who makes you laugh. It goes well, chip-dip fiasco and all. Five years later and the relationship is going steady, with less cultural misunderstandings now, as you and Sans go about daily life together. [Drabbles of you and Sans, in an established relationship, with little to no angst. It’s self-indulgent fluff, honestly]

Can we stay here? by TiredInBed (Mature, Incomplete)

You just recently moved to Ebott for college; it's nice here. The seasons are varied, the town is lively, and the school you're going to is manageable. The only thing that seems to be missing are friends and lovers. It feels so hard to get involved with anything or anybody new these days. They're all isolated in their own little world, and it's hard to become important to somebody. That's why when you get spontaneously involved with a new group of friends, you're happy! And when you meet a special man in Sans, you're overjoyed to watch your relationship blossom. You slowly forget what life would be like without them, the daily chaos of your new reality becoming very comfortable. You like it here in Ebott; you think you might stay.

[delqcate]

-–— AUTUMN CHILL : FLUFFTOBER DAY 2

day two is finally here!! just a small sort of disclaimer, i have never experienced autumn/fall before but i am a lover of the season and aesthetic so this is just my idea based off of photos and films. also i'm back to my roots i love that for me 🫶 | flufftober | navigation

p.s. i appreciate your guy's love for the first fic. jellydoger liking my fic was definitely a small fangirl moment for me

summary: a game of hide and seek in the forbidden forest ends with worry over your cold hands

warnings/cw: no use of y/n , lots of descriptions , lmk if there's more

word count: 0.7k

paring: draco malfoy x you

Hogwarts always had a special charm to it when the chilly seasons came. The castle was already decorated with pumpkins and the air had never felt better, oh, and the leaves. The crunch as you step on them, how beautiful they look on or off the trees. Autumn in Hogwarts was definitely something worth experiencing.

Which is how you were able to trick Draco into a small game of hide and seek with you after some drinks in The Three Broomsticks. "I know you're here somewhere, darling. The leaves aren't really your best friend today." He calls out in a teasing manner while you were trying your hardest to not step on said leaves, no matter how crunchy they seemed.

The closer he got, the more you started to rethink your hiding spot. There weren't many places to hide in the forbidden forest besides trees, trees, and more trees— and as tempting as hiding in the leaves would be, that would be too much work— so you had to act fast and quick.

You quickly found a clear path but Draco was always close behind, staying still and silent to find you quicker. As you continued to run, you were definitely running out of breath, so as soon as you found a big enough tree to hide behind, you sat there and scanned your eyes all over the forest. Shades of orange and red fill your vision.

He felt close by as if he was right behind you. You weren't too tense since besides harmless creatures frolicking around, it was just the both of you, but you still had to keep your guard up. Something did catch your eye though: a leaf in the shape of a heart. Some parts of it were bent, but it also seemed natural.

A smile grew on your face as you continued to look at it, carefully pocketing it with the worry of getting it crushed. What you didn't realize, was that Draco—

"Boo!" He quickly taps your shoulders and yells, laughing as you flinch and slap his arm instinctively. "Draco!" Your breath was heavy, but you couldn't help but let out a laugh as well. He crouches beside you, your back pressed up against the tree and your legs curled up to your chest.

He had a soft smile on his face, perfect gray-blue eyes, and beautiful, kissable lips. He was perfect in your eyes, you were perfect in his. He leans in and gives your lips a soft peck before taking your hands in his.

"Your hands are freezing, love. I told you, you should've worn your gloves." He frowns, slipping off his own. "It's fine, I promise. I don't need yours, don't worry." She takes his hands to stop him, but he gently nudges them away, slipping one of his gloves on your hand.

"If you won't take both, at least take one. Mother made them..." He smiles, admiring the black gloves with the signature 'M' embroidered on the top with silver.

You look at the glove with a smile, it didn't fit properly, but it felt like it did too. Your eyes meet his and you let out a soft giggle as you noticed his face, his nose was pink, as well as his cheeks. You gave a soft kiss on all three spots, his cheeks seemingly getting more pink.

"The autumn chill hasn't been too kind to you now, hasn't it?" You tilt your head to the side a little to admire his face a little more, a small smile on your face. He chuckles and shakes his head, his blonde hair moving along.

"Maybe, maybe not. How about we warm up in the castle? The others are probably there as well anyways." He stands up and offers a hand to you, taking it graciously. "Sure. Oh, I wanna show you something I found!" You say as your smile grows wide, pulling out the leaf you found.

"Isn't it beautiful?" There was a sparkle in your eye, he loved that about you. He nods and smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you as if to warm you up from the cold weather. "Mhm, just like you." He kisses your head as both of you walk back to the warmth of the castle.

[dumbasslesbi2]

But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend? ~ Post Story (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Summary:

Some good ol' future/post story time skip

Notes:

AHHHH LAST CHAPTER!!!!!! Can't wait for the finale of Agatha tonight and praying our lesbians and live happily ever after. Anyways, please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss some stuff.

“Come on, vamanos Rio. We're gonna be late” Agatha said dragging Rio. “Babe we're not gonna be late, calm down” Rio said, putting on her heels. “Mama, mommy!” Nicholas yelled, coming up behind. “Nicholas! Sorry Rio he got out of the room” Rio’s cousin said apologizing to her. “It's ok cuz” Rio said, picking up her baby boy. “Nicki, you have to be good, we'll be back, ok sunshine?” Rio said, giving her son a kiss on the cheek. “Nicholas we'll be back soon so the better you behave, the quicker we'll be back” Agatha said, also giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Okay” said the boy, looking up at his mothers. Rio handed him back to her cousin as they were ready to leave. “We'll be back, love you both” Rio said, leaving through the door. She went over to the car and opened the passenger door for Agatha. “Thank you sweetheart” Agatha said, giving Rio a kiss on the cheek before she entered. “Anything for you Mrs. Vidal” Rio said, giving Agatha a small slap to her butt before going to the driver's side. Rio started driving with Agatha's hands on top of her on the center console. “Are you excited? We haven't seen some of them in a while” Agatha asked, admiring their rings. “Agatha, what do you mean? We saw Wanda and Vision two weeks ago, you saw Alice yesterday and I saw Jen last week” Rio said laughing. “Hey! That can be a lot of time for some people” Agatha said with a pout. “Well we're here so put away that pout” Rio said, giving Agatha a kiss on the cheek. 

As they got out of the car they saw the big sign of “Welcome Westview Class Reunion” to which Rio couldn't help but cringe at. “I can't believe you made us come to this” Rio said, gagging at the sign. “It'll be fun baby, come on” Agatha said, interlacing her hand with Rio’s. “Ugh, fine” Rio said, kissing Agatha's hands. As the two entered the gymnasium they found their group of friends. “Long time no see” Wanda said, giggling at the couple. “I swear to god, you and Agatha are the same” Rio groaned, already tired of the joke. “ Well at least you didn't hiss at me like you used to” Wanda said with a shrug to which Rio hissed at her. “Why did you remind her” Agatha groaned, pinching her bridge. “Some things just don't change I guess” Alice said with a laugh. “Kind of crazy we've all lasted this long with each of you if you think about it” said Jen, giggling at everyone's interactions. “Tell me about it, it feels like yesterday I can remember us at Alice's place after prom” said Vision, bringing Wanda closer to his side. “I'm still shocked you two decided to stay here” said Jen to Rio and Agatha. “Agatha hates traveling” Rio said in a deadpan tone. “What! Not true” Agatha said, playfully hitting Rio. “ Oh really cause during our honeymoon I remember someone saying-” “ Don't you dare” Agatha interrupted Rio. Rio was silent for a moment until she finally said “Riooooo, I'm scared. What if we get robbed or killed” in a whiny tone to make fun of Agatha. Everyone laughed as no one expected Agatha to ever say anything close to that since she always acted so independent “God I hate you” Agatha said with a groan. “Mm I think you love me” Rio said, pecking a kiss on Agatha's cheek. “Ya I think you were right Alice, some things don't change” Jen said, looking at the two. They chatted for a bit and mingled until eventually it got late for the two. They bid their goodbyes to everyone and drove home, hoping their son wasn't too sad about leaving him for the night. 

As Rio opened the door, Nicholas was already running up to them. Agatha picked him up and immediately hugged him. “Aw I'm sorry baby, you missed us huh” Agatha said, cradling their son's head. “Mommy! mama!” he yelled into Agatha's ear. “Ow, inside voice Nicholas please, I'm right here” Agatha said with a giggle, detaching him from her shoulder. “Nicky did you behave?” Rio asked before taking Nicholas from Agatha. “Yes mama” he said, looking up at Rio. “He was pretty good until you two got here” Rio's cousin said, walking into the room. “Thanks for watching him cuz, it means a lot” Rio said, smiling at her cousin. “Anything for you Rio, imma head out now, got some work I have to do tomorrow, I'll see you next week though “ her cousin said, getting ready to leave. “Yeah for sure! Can't wait to see you then” Agatha said , leaving a path for Rio’s cousin to leave. As the night went on the two got Nicholas ready for bed and decompressed for the night. As the two were finally ready for bed and comfort under the sheets Rio couldn't help herself as she's been doing for years. But before she could even say anything, Agatha beat her to it and said “I love you Rio”. She couldn't help but giggle at this since Agatha read her so well and said “I love you Agatha”.

[kitsune-oji]

Hi Oji! 🩵🩵

I'm taking you up on your offer for Lucifer comfort. I'm in the hospital awaiting emergency surgery and could really use something lucifer related (and maybe Mammon and Beelie too if it's not too much trouble) for comfort. Like what they would do for a s/o who needed an emergency procedure or something. I would appreciate it 😭😭😭

S/O who needs Emergency Surgery

Oh gosh, I hope everything goes well 🫂 :( of course I'll write you something and I hope it manages to comfort you even if only a bit

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Tags/Warnings: hospital/medical themes, surgery mention, sick reader, comfort, reader has longer hair or bangs (Beel)

Lucifer

If the news find him late, Lucifer feels his heart drop down drastically. He doesn't waste a second to get to where you are and hopes he can see you once more before you get carted into the surgery room

If you're with him at the time, Lucifer is already in his caring big brother Mode, worrying and taking care of you since you're not feeling well

He doesn't want to wait for the emergency vehicle to arrive, so he's driving you to the hospital yourself (or flying if possible)

Of course, Lucifer will also carry you if you want or need him to and when you get to the emergency station in the hospital, they already know he's the an who just called them to tell them you'd be there soon without him having to say anything

They would be quicker in accommodating you if they know in advance, he told you and sure enough, you don't have to wait long to be laid down on a hospital bed and get the medical attention you need

Lucifer is there by your side the whole time, holding your hand when you're on your way to the surgery room and kissing the back of it, whispering assurances just loud enough for you to hear him too

"You're so brave for me." "Everything will be fine." "I will be here when you wake up."

If there's still time before you have to get that surgery, Lucifer bring you anything you ask him to or at least organises others bringing you those things if it's something like clothes or a comfort item you forgot at home

He can read to you, tell you old stories of his brothers and him or just hold you in his arms if possible. Whatever you need, Lucifer wants to make sure you don't feel alone and that you won't feel too anxious about the upcoming procedure

If it helps, he can find out what exactly they will do and how it should help you, so that you don't feel like you're going in blindly without any idea what's going to happen while you're unconscious

While you're in surgery and after you got out and have to sleep off the rest of the anesthetic, Lucifer uses his time to organise everything so that you will be as comfortable as possible once you wake up

The sterile hospital room looks much more homely with your own blankets and your favorite flowers on the bedside table. There's even that picture of the brothers and you that you keep on your desk and the messages you got aren't overwhelming because Lucifer told them to keep it short. They could come see you once you were awake, so they didn't have to spam you with messages

The best thing however was seeing Lucifer once you woke up. He's so gentle and soft spoken, telling you to take it easy and calling in the nurse to check you over now that you've regained consciousness

He will take over helping you with anything like changing clothes or washing yourself, reluctantly letting the nurses take care of any bandages and such

Mammon

If he wasn't there when you and maybe those around you realised you needed medical attention asap, Mammon would feel so very very guilty for not being there. Even if he knows that it probably wouldn't have changed much and you'd still have to go to the hospital, Mammon wanted to be there for you when you need him. He'd run to were you are when he gets the news with such desperation that it's almost like he teleported

If however, you were close to him in that moment or perhaps in the same house, Mammon would be by your side in and instant and not leave you until you tell him to or he gets kicked out for trying to get into the surgery room with you

He will carry you if you want or need it, hold your hand and keep checking in with you

"Did it get worse?" "Can I do anything?" "Do you need some water?"

Barging into the emergency station of the hospital and demanding loudly that they give you the medical attention you need right this moment, was something you could have expected from Mammon

If you have the capacity to feel embarrassed in that moment, you can hide your face at least to not see all the attention fall on the two of you

Fair enough though, it makes the staff take care of you quickly. Finding you a bed and a room and figuring out what you need before scheduling a surgery as fast as possible (and needed, depending on what the issue is)

Mammon is a ball of anxious energy and when he's not able to be with you, he's gnawing on his fingernails, frowning and walking in circles. The urge to just try and get back into that surgery room again to at least see you was strong but considering it didn't work the first time and they were now in the middle of it, he'd only be interrupting or worse, surprising the doctors which could mean they may make a mistake and-

Yeah no, he needed to stay outside. He'd be there whenever you got out at least

If you still have some time together before the actual procedure and you're staying together in your hospital room, Mammon sits on a chair next to you and will try to help by distracting you any way you want

You can talk or he can just read you stories even if he's not the best at reading aloud or he can tell you all about this scheme he thought up or that movie he wants to watch with you...

If you're scared, Mammon will hug you (as much as possible) and let you tell him all about it. He doesn't really know what he can do but he at least promises you that he will be here, with you and that he's sure you will be better soon

By the time you wake up after the surgery, you can find Mammon sleeping in the chair next to your bed. He's sure to have a sore neck when he wakes up

There are messages from the brothers, royals, angels and other friends and family you may have and Mammon told his brothers to bring your favorite flowers and some clothes for you to change when you could. There was no way he would leave your side unless absolutely necessary and once he's awake, you know he will take care of you in any way you need

Beelzebub

Beel is someone who is overwhelmingly protective of those he loves and you're no exception. He feels as if he should keep you safe from anyone and anything and knowing that you need medical help and he can't do anything makes him feel helpless

Still, his mere presence next to you, his hand holding yours or brushing your hair from your forehead, is so soothing. Since he's not a demon of many words, Beel mostly takes to just staying by your side and answering anything you ask. Of course, he can also tell you stories to distract you if you ask him to do so. Mostly he tells you stories from the time they were in the Celestial Realm. Of Lilith and how different his brothers were and what was the same and all the shenanigans they got up to

It irks Beel that he cannot stay by your side when you finally go into surgery but he clenches his teeth and leaves to eat away his frustrations and anxiety over everything going well in there

He's not too far away however and takes food with him to eat while he waits for you to wake up

When you regain consciousness, you find him kneeling next to your bed, his hand holding yours while his head is laid on the mattress as he sleeps

Petting his head makes him wake up immediately and the way he fusses over you without hesitation makes you chuckle

"How do you feel?" "Do you want anything to eat? Do you crave something specific?" "Here's some water, you should drink." "I got you favorite snacks... I didn't eat half of them, so you can have them if you want."

If possible, Beel can even hold you in his arms now that you're awake again (please let him, he needs the reassurance that you're safe) and if you want, he will feed you too

Hospital food is horrible but don't worry, Beel will eat it for you so it doesn't go to waste and instead call someone to bring you something you actually like

[secrets-of-everwich]

10-3 Out of the Caves

[Click]

[Electronic hum underlies recording]

{Callie}

[Echos reverberate around the walls]

[Their voice sounds panicked, though she seems to be attempting to keep it steady]

Hello, this is Callie Hewitt, and I genuinely have no idea when I’m recording this. For purposes of the record, however, let’s say it’s still 24th October 2021. I’m still lost in the caves.

I’m lost in the caves, and my phone battery ran out after I tried to phone Xavier multiple times. He wouldn’t pick up. He never picks up my phone calls…

I’m now using my second torch, because everything else ran out of battery. It’s been a while. I’ve eaten most of my emergency food, and I’m sure I’ve been wandering in circles.

I tried to hold off talking into this recorder, because I don’t want this to run out of battery too. Or tape. But, it’s been a while, and I need company. Even if it’s my own.

[Footsteps underlie recording]

I left the trapdoor closed. I left it closed in the graveyard. How stupid am I? I should have just left it open, Bert would have noticed it was open! I can’t- I can’t find my way out, and if I can’t find my way out, that means I’m going to die in here.

I know people say to stay where you are, but I’ve tried that. I tried it for at least half an hour, phoning Xavier, then my parents, then Xavier again, then my parents again, then Xavier twice, then I even tried phoning Asher, but he wouldn’t respond too! I tried Xavier yet again, but he still wouldn’t pick up. I was about to try Rin, but then my phone ran out of battery. I swear I’d charged it before I left.

[Footsteps get quicker]

The caves circle round a lot, right? So, surely, if I keep walking I should find an exit, somewhere. Somewhere. I’m sure. I hope.

[Footsteps stop]

[Echoes get smaller, but still present]

Oh. Oh, I know where I am.

Wine barrels, 5 different exits into the caves. Boarded up door. Oh my god, wait, no that’s horrifying- That’s the thing, the thing Asher found!

[Sounds of running]

I need to get up these stairs, I need someone to hear me, I won’t be stuck here, I won’t disappear, I won’t!

[Crash]

[Sounds of running stops]

[A pause]

Ow…

Ew, ew, ew, get off me, get off me, you are not friendly spiders.

[Sounds of running again]

I’ll deal with that later, I’ll deal with a scratch later, I just need to get out, I need to-

[Banging]

[Loudly]

Hello? Hello, is anyone there? Anyone? Please- Please, help-

[Quieter, banging slows down]

Please- Anyone-

[Silence]

[Sounds of sobbing]

I’m so stupid. I’m so, so stupid. I shouldn’t have come down here, what did I even find that I didn’t already know. I knew about the arachnids, I knew about them from the start. I knew about Charles, I knew about what the big secret of Everwich was.

[Silence, other than sounds of sobbing]

[A pause, sobbing stops]

[Sounds of a lock opening]

[Sounds of a door opening]

Hello? Who’s there, oh my god thank you for unlocking the door, thank you- Hello?

[A pause]

[Silence]

[Slow footsteps]

How-

Questions later, get out now.

[Sounds of a door closing]

[Sounds of a lock closing]

[Silence]

Well, here I am, back home. Everwich manor. It’s already morning, I can see the light. Did- Did Xavier not notice I was gone?

[Sounds of faint footsteps running]

{Asher}

[Faintly]

Callie! Callie, it’s an emergency, please stop ignoring your phone!

{Callie}

[Loudly]

Asher, I’m over here!

[Footsteps get louder]

{Asher}

[Growing louder]

Okay there’s a bit of a problem and I need your help to sort it- Whoa-

[Footsteps stop]

Why are you covered in dirt and cobwebs and have very ripped tights and are bleeding- WAIT WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?

{Callie}

Um. Caves. I’ll explain later, what’s the problem?

{Asher}

Okay so Emilia was acting strange again and then I saw her and Xavier kissing yesterday because I came to chat with you like you asked me to but you weren’t there so I recorded a fun little statement because I thought why not since I was there and Xavier and Emilia were kissing when they got home and it was disgusting and I hated them and ran to Rin and then at like 2am last night apparently Em got really injured like she had to go into hospital and Aiden was calling us as soon as we awoke I think he actually woke Rin up but Xavier didn’t respond to the call and Aiden said there was a weird spider corpse but by that point Rin had already left the call because she was so worried about Emilia and so it was just me Aiden was saying that to so I thought, oh gosh, what if that’s the spider thing, well I’ve got to check because if it is maybe it wasn’t Xavier kissing Emilia then maybe me and Xavier can be together and so I came straight here.

[Silence]

{Callie}

Hold on, that’s a lot to process… What?!

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[animeniacss]

So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 10 - The Weekend Begins

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Friends to Lovers, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 6.2k words

Chapter 10 - The Weekend Begins

When the blonde approached you, he seemed to be studying you heavily. Your eyes followed him as he walked around you, rubbing his chin in confusion.

Finally, you asked: “And you are…?”

He simply said: “Chan.” When got back in front of you, he put his hands on his hips. “You’re the girl Jisoo-Hyung and Jeonghan-Hyung have to help out, hm?”

“I guess so…” you glanced up at the rest of the men. Seokmin looked over at Joshua.

“You’re right. She’s really pretty.” Joshua forced back a chuckle as he glanced in your direction. When he felt the daggers that were Seungcheol’s eyes, Seokmin pursed his lips together. “Sorry, Hyung.”

Seungcheol now was the one to walk over to you. “I really didn’t think we’d have to meet but-.” When he stuck a hand in your direction, you looked at him. “I’m Seungcheol. Those two knuckleheads over there-.” He motioned to Joshua and Jeonghan, who you quickly noticed were huddled together, seemingly bickering about something. You caught sight of their narrow brows as they spoke in low voices to one another. “Those are our brothers.”

“Brothers.” You quickly took Seungcheol’s hand, and he smiled when you politely bowed your head. He – just like the rest – was radiating with elegance and beauty. By simply standing in one place, you could feel the otherworldly presence surrounding every one of them. It felt stronger than Joshua or Jeonghan. Could it be that you were adjusting to their constant presence? When you glanced over at Joshua and Jeonghan again, their bickering had simmered down to the usual banter and snide remarks, before they looked away from one another. When Chan slipped up next to you again, you felt the sensation of plastic hit your leg and you looked down. Inside the plastic bag you were gripping were the snacks that Woozi had paid for. “Oh. Joshua-.” You hurried over to him, handing him the bag. Joshua took it, peering inside. He could feel Jeonghan slithering up behind him, peering over his shoulder. “I just grabbed tons of stuff. There’s ice cream, kimbap, noodles, yogurts, and milk. I wasn’t sure what you would be in the mood for, so-.”

Joshua smiled as you rambled to yourself about your findings. “Thank you.” He said. You offered him a smile. Just then, Joshua felt Jeonghan nudge him, reaching out himself and grabbing the bag first. “Hey. Those are for me.” He frowned, his hands extending quicker.

“Aah, gluttony is a sin,” Jeonghan said with a grin in Joshua’s direction. Joshua couldn’t help but scoff; the duo both took hold of the bag and looked inside. The playful banter they shared calmed you as you watched them. As if on cue, you saw Chan and Seokmin follow behind, asking their older brothers for some of the snacks as well. As you stood by, you watched Joshua easily pass one to Seokmin. When Chan reached for one, the trio of older angels playfully denied him. They looked amused for a second at the distressed youngest, before Jeonghan finally passed him a snack as well. The smiles on their faces were content and angelic. They seemed happy to be back in the presence of loved ones, pushing all previously held disagreements behind them as soon as the youngest ones approached.

“Why are you guys even here?” you asked, looking back at Seungcheol and Wonwoo as they kept their distance from the seemingly much louder bunch. The duo shared a glance at one another, then turned back to you. Wonwoo was the one who approached you, putting a hand on your shoulder. He turned you back towards Jeonghan and Joshua, a finger extended to point to the duo as they opened a bag of chips, all four men sending their hands inside to grab a few bites. “Is it because Joshua got hurt?”

“Kind of. The longer Joshua and Jeonghan stay on Earth, the more they’re going to act like humans. That means the more they’re going to get hurt.” He said. You glanced back over to him. “They’ve already been here a long time.”

“How long?” you asked curiously.

Seungcheol put his hands in his pockets as he looked up at the men snacking. “For humans? It might have been about a calendar year. But to us-.” He motioned between himself and the rest of the group. “But where we’re from, we’ve been waiting for them to come back for about 100 years.”

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The tension between Joshua and Jeonghan seemed to drop after their brothers left, Chan and Seokmin saying their goodbyes. You watched as Seungcheol stood in front of Joshua and Jeonghan, arms crossed. You had a full view of his back, broad and defined under his white shirt as he spoke.

“Don’t play around anymore.” He said, eyes darting to Joshua. “Finish what you have to finish so you come back.”

“Yeah,” Joshua said.

“Try not to let your feelings get in the way. If not for yourself, then for us.” Joshua didn’t respond to Seungcheol’s comment this time, only avoiding his eyes. “See you soon.”

“See you soon,” Jeonghan said, waving him off. Seungcheol approached you as well, smiling.

“Sorry, we came unannounced.”

“It’s ok.” You assured. “It was short, but they seemed happy to see you.” Seungcheol smiled once again. “You can come back if you want. If you can…”

“Can we?!” Chan gasped, eyes wide in excitement. “We should. We can get some good food together. That would be fun. We can bring everyone next time. Jun and Hansol, and Minghao too.” You smiled at Chan, nodding in agreement.

“Hopefully, this will all end soon enough and we won’t have to. But we’ll remember the offer.” You nodded, bowing one more time, this time, Seungcheol kindly returned the bow himself. “Alright, let’s go.” He said, motioning the others out. You watched them head out, waving one last goodbye before finally closing the door. As you locked it, you rested your head against the door, letting out a deep sigh.

“Are you okay?” You heard Jeonghan ask. When you looked over, you smiled.

“Yeah.” You said. “I’m glad they came to see you. They must care.”

“They do.” Jeonghan nodded. “They want what’s best for us.” He offered a brief side glance at Joshua, who simply nodded quietly.

You clapped your hands together as you turned to face them. “I’m going to get some rest. Finals are getting closer.” You pushed past the duo, making your way into your bedroom. Before you made your way inside, you turned towards them. “Need anything?” Both angels shook their heads in refusal.

“No.” They said together.

“Okay. Night.” With a gentle wave, you headed inside, closing the door behind you. When you heard the muffled sounds of the duo getting settled in for the night, you pressed your ear to the door.

“I cannot believe you had them come down for all this,” Joshua said, still surprised.

“I didn’t know what else to do. I was hoping they could knock some sense back into you. Please be careful now, okay?” You heard Jeonghan’s voice say gently.

“Whatever.” You frowned, unaccustomed to Joshua’s seemingly passive and annoyed tone, waiting a moment to see if they would continue their conversation. You were hoping some of the very large gaps in your knowledge would be filled the longer you listened. However, the TV turned on low, and it became the only noise you heard beyond the door. Sighing, you made your way to the bed and crawled inside. You rested your head on the pillow, feeling a familiar bump in the fabric. Reaching your hand, you pulled out the taser you so long ago had pointed at Joshua. You quickly set it in your bedside drawer and curled up under the covers, falling asleep within minutes.

When Jeonghan heard what seemed like muffled snoring and rustling from your room, he looked at Joshua. “You want to go now?” he asked. “Stores are still open.”

Joshua looked over, an obvious hint of annoyance in his eyes. Jeonghan did not seem bothered, however, and stood up. “...Yeah,” Joshua finally relented, standing up as well. The duo tiptoed out of the apartment, careful not to wake you up as they headed into the late-night streets of Seoul.

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“Guys!” Mingyu called, his voice ringing through the dewy morning air of early morning. Minnie, Seungkwan, and Hoshi, all of whom were chatting at the front of the building, looked over to see him hurry in their direction. “I need your help.”

“With finals?” Seungkwan asked. “I don’t think so.”

“No.” Mingyu sighed. “I’m planning a birthday party.”

The collection of beaming faces made Mingyu immediately feel a boost of confidence. Minnie crossed her arms. “Did she finally talk to you?”

“We talked yesterday. I told her that I had her entire birthday planned for right after finals.” Hoshi smiled as he heard Mingyu share the news of your conversation, nodding as he listened. “I need your help.”

“Well, what do you have planned?” Hoshi asked curiously. Mingyu blinked.

“Nothing.” He beamed as he sputtered the word. When he saw his friend’s shoulders drop, Mingyu frowned a bit. “But I have some ideas. I need your help deciding what will be best.”

Despite their disappointment that Mingyu had nothing planned for a birthday that would be coming sooner rather than later, their smiles quickly returned. “Got it,” Minnie said.

“Anything you need,” Seungkwan added.

“It’ll be the best party ever!” Hoshi said, emphasizing his comment with powerful hand motions. Mingyu grinned.

“Okay. I was thinking at lunch we can-.”

“Mingyu!” His voice immediately went quiet as a female voice called behind him. When he turned around, Mina was hurrying up, smiling sweetly. “Hi everyone. Good luck with your finals today.”

“Thanks…” Minnie said. Mina blinked.

“What are you guys talking about?” She asked. “You all look happy, whatever it is.”

“Uh, nothing,” Mingyu said, smiling politely in her direction. Mina nodded. “Are you headed to class?”

“Yeah.” She said. “I thought we could go together.”

“Uh, maybe. I was just-.” As Mingyu was trying to come up with an excuse, a distant laughter perked his ears up and he looked over. Mina followed his gaze, frowning at the sight of three figures walking down the road together.

Joshua, Jeonghan and you were talking about your first final of the day, making sure that the group of you was ready. Mainly you, it seemed, as Joshua and Jeonghan were throwing quiz questions in your direction almost as fast as a baseball machine in a batting cage. You couldn’t help but break into amused laughter as their rapid-fire questions eventually melted into both of them just shouting random questions, one after another without you being able to get a word in edge-wise.

“Enough, enough.” You laughed, raising your hands to cover their mouths. “I think my head will explode at this rate!”

Jeonghan moved your hand from his lips before uttering: “Then you’re ready.”

Joshua moved your hand as well: “We’ve done all we can do.” Again, you had to laugh. As the three of you got closer, you immediately caught a glimpse of your friends, all gathered together and talking. You could tell they must have noticed you as well because they all turned to you quietly. Mina was there as well, smiling and offering you a wave. You waved back, stepping closer to the group. Joshua and Jeonghan went quiet, following behind as you gripped the strap of your bag. You had chosen to avoid people who had done nothing to harm you, all due to your feelings of self-worth. Hoshi finding you in the library was the first time that you had spoken to any of them since you and Mina had that conversation, as speaking to them meant the possibility of them asking about Mingyu. Or worse, you run into Mingyu in the process. However, taking a deep breath, you looked at Mingyu, who offered you a kind smile.

“You guys aren’t mad enough at me to come to my birthday party, right?” You finally asked. It seemed your immediate attempt at rekindling your friendship worked wonders, as your friends broke into smiles. Minnie hurried up to you, enveloping you in a hug.

“Duh! Are you kidding? I still owe you a manicure!”

“We were waiting for you to feel better so we could party plan!” Seungkwan said. Hoshi hurried up to you as well, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a little side hug, which you happily responded to by looping your arms around his waist.

“It’s going to be amazing! Mingyu told us he’s planning everything!”

Mingyu sighed as he felt Mina shoot a very immediate glance into his side, but she said nothing. His eyes, instead, wandered to Joshua and Jeonghan. He stared at the duo, specifically Joshua, as they watched you talk to your friends. It was as if nothing had happened, that the group of you had been talking without any breaks at all. Joshua seemed to catch Mingyu’s glance. He only returned it briefly, before glancing away.

“You can invite whoever you want,” Mingyu said quickly, alerting your attention to him. “All of us, of course. But if there’s anyone else, just let me know.”

“Okay.” You smiled. “I’ll let you know soon.” With a smile, you saw Mina pop up into your side view, taking your hand. When you looked at her, she only squeezed it.

“Your birthday is soon? That’s amazing!”

“Yeah.” You smiled a bit. “It is.”

“I hope birthday luck follows you to your finals, then.” She said.

“Thank you. Good luck.” You said. Mina nodded, before stepping closer to Mingyu and motioning down the path.

“I’m going to leave first then. Mingyu-.” She glanced at him. “Why don’t we walk together? Since our class is in the same building.” Her second attempt at walking over seemed to fluster him again, and she smiled.

“Uh…” Mingyu’s voice trailed off as he tried to think of what to say. He glanced in your direction, and you only smiled kindly. Despite that, he could see your eyes avoiding the black-haired girl at all costs.

“Mine is on the other side of campus.” You said, pointing in that direction. “We’ll meet up after.”

“Okay.” He said. “Good luck, guys.”

“Good luck!” Everyone else called before Mina and Mingyu headed down the path to their first class of the morning. You looked between your friends as they seemed to get their belongings ready. “We should probably all get going,” Minnie said.

Hoshi nodded. “Agreed.”

With another round of ‘good luck’ and ‘fighting’ thrown around, you all headed your own ways, hoping that finals would end just as quickly as they arrived.

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Mina was quiet her entire walk with Mingyu, but he didn’t really mind. Gripping his bag, he waited patiently for the door of his class to approach so he could say his goodbyes and disappear into the door, free of the awkward tension that swarmed them. However, Mina suddenly spoke up:

“Do you ever wonder what her relationship is with Joshua and Jeonghan?” Mingyu looked over in confusion. “They’re always on top of her.”

“I mean, not really,” Mingyu said. “I think they’re just friends.”

“I think Joshua likes her.” Mingyu grimaced at the thought, the brunette individual staring him down popped into his mind at the mere mention of his name. “They’d make a good match. They’re both very calm, good people.”

“Tch. As if.” Mina smiled to herself.

“Are you jealous?”

“What? No,” he said. “I just don’t think it is true.” Shaking his head, he scoffed. “Can we please change the subject?”

Mina nodded as he smiled to herself, a gardener successfully planting a new seed in her garden. “What do you have planned for her birthday?” She asked.

“Uh, not sure yet.” He said. “I was thinking of asking my dad to use our beach house on Jeju Island. We could make it a whole weekend.”

“That sounds fun. What can I do to help?” Mingyu stopped walking now, looking over at Mina.

“What?”

“I want to help. Please? I’ll do anything you need.”

“Why do you want to help?” he asked. Mina paused a minute as if she was confused by his question.

“Because she’s your friend, Mingyu.” She stated simply, offering yet another smile. “And any friend of yours is going to be a friend of mine.”

“You were just talking about her behind her back.”

“I was not!” She gasped. “I was just getting your thoughts. You know her better than I do.” She shrugged. “I just want to help. I promise.”

Mingyu sighed, pursing his lips together. “Okay.” He said. “Okay, you can help.” Mina beamed at the task, clasping her hands together.

“I won’t let you down.” She said. Checking her watch, she blinked. “Oh. We have to go or we’ll be late. Good luck, Mingyu.” Mingyu waved as Mina headed down the hallway, disappearing into one of the doors. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he made his way down to the end of the hall himself, and entered the first door.

Finals would be over soon, and God he couldn’t wait to make a weekend that you could never forget.

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By the time finals week, and with it the semester, came to an end, you were all beat. Classes ended for the summer, signaling to you and your friends that a major event was about to happen. You all gathered in front of the school entrance, relief and exhaustion mixed throughout each of your faces. Even Joshua and Jeonghan seemed a bit more relieved than you had imagined.

“I’m so glad to be done!” Seungkwan stretched his arms over his head in glee.

“Yeah, now we have time to relax! Finally!” Hoshi said. You felt Minnie slide up next to you, smiling as she took your hands into hers, holding them all up in front of your faces.

“I’m thinking manicures tonight, so we’re ready for Mingyu’s party.”

“He said he was going to finalize the place today.” You smiled gently. “He’s so thoughtful to do all of this.”

“I’m sure with his wallet, it’ll be amazing! And we’re going to make you look so hot. Make sure you bring that dress again, okay?” you laughed a bit, nodding. As the two of you moved from Mingyu to the style of manicure you wanted, Mingyu was watching from his spot beside Hoshi and Seungkwan, also leading their conversation. For the past week, Mingyu was juggling finals and birthday planning like a professional acrobat. He was on phone calls between classes as often as he could to make sure that everything he wanted was set up properly, and ready to go. The last call, which he had just made, was to his father.

I want to borrow the beach house in Jeju.

Are you planning a trip?

Kind of. A friend’s birthday party.

Ah. Will Mina be there?

…She’s offered to plan with me. So…I guess so.

Good. It’s nice to know the two of you are working together. Even if it’s a friend’s birthday, make sure you take Mina somewhere nice. Just the two of you...

The last comment made Mingyu’s heartstrings tug, and he focused on watching you to make himself feel better. You were smiling as whatever Minnie told you was ridiculous enough to receive a bright, infectious smile and laugh from the both of you. You were beaming, and Mingyu was glad to see it. He wanted to see that face on your every second of the day. You turned your attention to Joshua and Jeonghan, which meant Mingyu quickly followed as well, watching as you approached the duo who were talking to one another.

“What do you think?” you asked Joshua and Jeonghan, turning your simple nails towards the duo. They looked over at you as you pointed to each one: “I’m thinking all red, but maybe something nice on the ring finger.”

“I’m thinking sparkles,” Minnie added.

Mingyu watched Joshua and Jeonghan each reach out, taking a hand into their grasp. Mingyu pouted, quickening his pace the second he could. “Hey.” He said, making you all look over. “Why don’t you ask me?”

You laughed a bit. However, before you could answer, Joshua and Jeonghan’s grip on your hands tightened, and they pulled you closer. “Oh.” You looked at them.

“We already decided,” Jeonghan said. You grinned as Joshua took your index finger, rocking it back and forth and sticking his tongue out, examining it like an artist examines a sculpture in the works with one eye closed and everything.

“Yeah, you’re not needed.” He said.

“Hey.” Mingyu pouted, crossing his arms. Taking your hands back, you shooed the duo away.

“You both are ridiculous.” You said. Turning to Mingyu, you offered him your hands next. “What do you suggest, oh wise one?” Mingyu hesitated for a second, but gently took your fingers into his hands, looking down at your nails. You felt the gentleness of his touch, yet it burned you more than the hottest rays of the afternoon sun. You had to look down at your hands as well to keep yourself calm. Regardless of everything, your heart still beat a little quicker when Mingyu was this close to you.

“I think sparkle will be nice on the ring.” He said, nodding his head. “As for the color…” he shrugged. “I always heard that a person’s favorite color matches their eyes, so…” You laughed a bit, pulling your hands away and covering your cheeks, worried their redness would become obvious.

“Get a room!” Seungkwan begged, breaking the awkward silence between the two of you. Minnie took your hand, grinning.

“I told you sparkles would be the key. Come on, let’s go before the salon gets crowded!”

“Okay.” You looked at Joshua and Jeonghan. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan said.

“We’ll keep them company, don’t worry!” Hoshi assured, grabbing Joshua and Jeonghan by the arms as he popped up between them. They looked down at the beaming individual, amused smiles on their faces. You nodded, waving your hand as you and Minnie headed off campus. Mingyu sighed.

“Alright.” He said, looking over the rest of the guys. “We have to start planning everything. Want to come to my place? My father’s out for the day.”

“Heck yeah!” Seungkwan grinned. Joshua and Jeonghan shared a glance, before being led off by an eager Hoshi as the group of men made their way off campus as well.

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“Awww.” Minnie sighed as she peered inside the salon. “It’s so crowded already. I knew I should have made a reservation.”

“That’s ok.” You assured. “We can always come back.”

“Well, I want to make sure our nails are done.” She said. Clicking her tongue, she looked at you. “Wait here. I’ll go see if they have any openings. If not, we’re coming back first thing tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You said behind a chuckle as Minnie charged in, the door closing behind her as a welcome bell rang. You rested against the wall, pulling your phone out of your pocket and taking the silence to scroll through your messages. It wasn’t long after that the sound of a bell rang once more, and you looked over in hopes of seeing Minnie. However, a few stores down, you saw a familiar short frame with jet-black hair and matching accessories. You blinked. “Oh…hey!” You called, and the figure looked over, seemingly with a snack hanging from his mouth. “Jihoon!”

“Ah.” Taking his bite, Jihoon hurried up to you and smiled. “Hey. Long time. Did finals finally end?”

“Yeah. We all finished today.”

“Well, good luck.” Jihoon smiled, and you quickly thanked him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well-.” You pointed to the salon, specifically, the girl talking to the worker inside. “My friend and I are hoping we can get our nails done soon.”

“Any occasion?” Jihoon asked.

“I’m having a birthday party.” You smiled.

“Ah. Happy birthday! I don’t have a gift.” You laughed a bit, shaking your head.

“No, no. You don’t need to.” You assured. Just then, your eyes widened.

You can invite whoever you want.

You immediately looked back at Jihoon after Mingyu’s comment flooded your brain, eyes beaming. “Come to my party!”

“What?” Jihoon asked.

“My friend is throwing a party for my birthday weekend.” You said. “All of the friends I told you about will be there. You should come. I promised I would introduce you.” Jihoon recalled the photo you had shown him of your friends, shifting in his spot. He put his hand in his pocket as he took a bite of his snack. You frowned, immediately getting the hesitant feeling from him. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was that to forward?”

“No,” Jihoon said. “I appreciate the invite. I just worry I’ll make the scene uncomfortable. They don’t know me.”

“Well, they’ll get to know you.” You assured. “I’d love it if you came.”

“Well-.” Jihoon didn’t seem convinced, but you suddenly motioned to the door again.

“My friend is coming out. You’ll know her too if you meet now.” As if on cue, Minnie stepped out of the store, the door closing behind her.

“Good news. They said we can-.” Minnie was interrupted by Jihoon’s presence. “Oh. Hello.” She nodded her head politely.

“Hi.” He said.

“This is Jihoon. He’s the friend I told you I had met. The one I’ve hung out with a few times.”

“Aaah.” She said. “I’m Minnie. It’s nice to meet you.” She said. Jihoon nodded.

“I’ve heard many things about you. The pleasures mine.” Despite the politeness, he still seemed a bit nervous.

“I’m trying to convince him to come to my party. Mingyu said I could invite other people.” Minnie looked over at Jihoon, who by now had long finished his snack.

“Yeah, totally,” Minnie said. “It’ll be fun!”

“Well, if you think I won’t be a burden.” He said. “Then I’ll come.”

You clapped your hands in excitement. “Okay. Once I get the final details, I’ll message you. Is that ok? It’ll be this weekend for sure.”

“I’ll keep my calendar open.” He said. You nodded, Minnie finally getting your attention back.

“Let’s go. They’ll squeeze us in if we go now. I told them it was your wedding.”

“My WHAT? Minnie.” You gasped. Jihoon laughed a bit as Minnie led you inside. You offered him one more glance before disappearing into the salon. Jihoon watched for a second, hands in his pockets as the both of you were led to the back of the salon. He smiled to himself.

However, all that could sit in the back of his mind was how much the entire party was about to change the minute he stepped into the frame.

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The weekend had arrived, Mingyu finalizing in the group chat that you would all be taking Mingyu’s plane to Jeju Island, and his father finalizing permission to use the beach house for the weekend. Mingyu, Mina, Hoshi, and Seungkwan agreed to head to the house a day early to set up. While you didn’t like the idea of Mina and Mingyu being in the house an entire day before the both of you, knowing it was Mina who suggested it, you had no way to bring it up without causing a problem.

“She’s probably jealous that you’re the one that is getting his full attention for this party,” Minnie said as both of you waited with Joshua and Jeonghan at the airport for your flight.

“She’s right,” Jeonghan said with a yawn. “Why did we have to wait until nighttime? The planes to Jeju run all day.”

“If we get there Friday night, we have all day Saturday and Sunday,” Joshua explained. “If we get on the next flight we should be there before dinner.” He looked over at you, watching you check your phone. Your brows were furrowed as you tapped constantly on your phone. “Did your friend ever message you back? Are they coming?”

“I don’t know. They said they would. But they seemed a bit hesitant. I gave him the address and the flight times. I hope he’s able to come.”

“If not, we’ll still have fun,” Minnie assured. “And we can just hang out when we’re back.”

“Right.” You agreed. It was then that Mingyu’s family pilot approached the group, signaling you all that the plane was refueled and ready for yet another trip to the island. You scanned the area one more time, but when you didn’t see Jihoon, you simply grabbed your belongings and followed your friends onto the plane.

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The hour-and-a-half-long trip over was filled with anxious excitement for the weekend to come. You were staring out the window with Minnie, while Joshua was reading a book and Jeonghan was closing his eyes beside him. You looked over and smiled at Joshua.

“Have you guys ever been to Jeju?” you asked. Joshua’s eyes fluttered up at you, and when he saw your smile, he immediately looked back down at his book.

“Heh.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not in a few years.” He said. “It’ll be nice to go back.”

“I only went a few times as a kid.” You said.

“I’ve never been. I’m so excited.” Minnie smiled. “I heard the beaches are beautiful.” You nodded in confirmation. It wasn’t long after that the plane began its descent. Joshua smiled again as he heard both you and Minnie practically squeal in glee, reverting to two children who were about to go see Santa Claus just before Christmas. He simply looked over at his friend, shaking him awake. Groggily, Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered open, his lips smacking to moisten them a bit. He groaned, sitting up straight as a hand went up to rub along his face. When he looked at Joshua, he frowned at his friend's amused chuckle.

“Really?” he asked, but Joshua only looked back down at his book.

Mingyu had a car waiting for you guys as well. He made sure to ‘pull out all the stops’. That was the wording he used when the two of you were on the phone late the previous night, anyway. The car drove from the airport along the beautiful Jeju coast. You wasted no time taking in the beautiful sights through the window once again, admiring the natural architecture. Even as the sun began to set, the glow of the orange-yellow sun spilled along the water and bounced off the mountains in a way that made it an absolutely beautiful sight to behold. Even as the car pulled up to the massive beach house resting just off the shore.

You gasped: “There’s no way his family owns this.” You said.

“Of course, they do!” Minnie said. “I’m not even the least bit shocked.” You stepped out of the car as a collection of workers hurried to the car’s trunk, scrambling to take all of your bags inside. You could see the lights were on, and smoke seemed to be bellowing from the large back deck that overlooked the ocean. You looked over at your friends.

“This is amazing!” You said. “It’s going to be the best weekend, ever!!!”

Joshua and Jeonghan smiled as they watched you and Minnie lead the way to the front door. When you walked in, your eyes scanned the enormous open-concept living room and dining room, disconnected only by a rise in the platform. You looked around as you stepped inside, eyeing what seemed to be the door to the back porch. Only the screen door was closed, so you could immediately hear laughter and music coming from the back. “This is incredible.” You said. When you turned to Joshua and Jeonghan, you saw they simply stroll in, the looks on their faces not nearly as impressed as yours. “Have you ever seen a house so massive?”

“And this is just a beach house!” Minnie added.

“It’s lovely,” Joshua said simply. “A bit smaller than ours, though.” You blinked, staring at Minnie with shocked expressions.

“Why didn’t we go to your house for her birthday, then?” Minnie asked playfully.

“Because she doesn’t like us,” Jeonghan said. You laughed a bit before you and Minnie hurried to examine the kitchen. Joshua looked over at Jeonghan, who simply shrugged. “What? I’m right.”

The commotion at the front of the house seemed to alert the back, as the screen door finally opened. You looked over to see Mingyu and Seungkwan poke their heads in. Mingyu’s face, already holding an enormous smile, got bigger as he hurried inside.

“There you are!” he shouted. “Was the flight safe and everything?”

“Yeah.” You said. “Mingyu this house is amazing!”

“Aha, you think so?” Mingyu’s cheeks tinted a bit pink. He immediately passed the both of you drinks. “I’m almost done cooking. You’re just in time.” When he caught Joshua and Jeonghan stumbling in, he motioned to them too. “Come on.”

You shuffled outside, immediately being hit with the warm smell of meats being grilled on the barbecue. You saw Hoshi and Mina standing over it, drinks in hand as they chatted. When they looked over, Hoshi screamed in excitement at your arrival, hurrying to hug Minnie. When you saw Mina, she hurried up to you, enveloping you in her hug.

“You’re all here! I hope the trip was good!” She smiled. “We couldn’t wait for you to get here! Mingyu and I have been waiting.” The way she emphasized her words made you pursed your lips.

“Okay…” That was all you could respond with. She led you to the grill, which was still steaming. “Mingyu! Hurry and turn this before they burn!” She called. “He’s been cooking for us since we got here. He’s such a good cook. I’m glad I got to learn another new thing about him.” Mingyu hurried between the two of you, reaching out and taking the tongs to flip the meat over. You smiled up at him, and he eagerly returned it.

“Dinner will be ready soon, so settle in and drink up. I have your bags being taken up to your room already.” You nodded, finally opening your drink and taking a sip.

Though a bit short with your arrival, the night was already going off without a hitch. You were all sitting around a fire pit, laughing and drinking as the food finished cooking. Mingyu was sitting next to you, quick to do so when he saw two particularly pesky individuals slide up beside you. You took a sip of your drink, watching as Mingyu got up one last time to check the food.

“I think it’s done.” He said to a sea of applause and cheers. Just as he turned off the grill, one of the house workers hurried to the back door, alerting Mingyu’s attention.

“Sir.” He said. “It seems another guest has arrived.” Mingyu immediately looked at you, seeing your face break out into a big and excited smile. Mingyu nodded.

“Let him in, then.” He said. “He’s just in time for dinner.” As the man nodded his head, heading back to the front with a bow, Mingyu turned to Hoshi. “Hyung, can you go get us an extra plate inside for him?”

“Right-o!” He grinned, standing up and heading inside. You stood up as well, ready to eagerly greet and introduce Jihoon to the rest of the group. You were excited that he would have a few more friends in your circle of very kind individuals.

“Alright. Let’s plate these bad boys up.” Mingyu grinned, beginning to set all of the meat on a plate. The boys hurried over to lend him a hand, holding different plates for Mingyu to organize all of the food on, while you and Minnie sat side by side now, drinking together and watching.

“This is going to be so nice,” Minnie said, looking at you. You nodded in agreement. The feeling of the cool sea breeze in your air, the tickle of the salt water fluttering up to your nose. And the entire weekend with your friends. An entire event is dedicated to you, organized by the one person who was the most important to you. The weekend had just started, and you couldn’t be happier.

The sound of a plate dropping in the kitchen alerted all of you, making your eyes all focus on the door. You felt hands on your shoulders, immediately looking up to see Joshua and Jeonghan at your side, eyes on the door in hopes of seeing what the noise was from. Mingyu stepped forward as well.

The sound of a plate dropping in the kitchen alerted all of you, making your eyes all focus on the door. You felt hands on your shoulders, immediately looking up to see Joshua and Jeonghan at your side, eyes on the door in hopes of seeing what the noise was from.

"Do you sense that?" Joshua whispered. Jeonghan nodded, their hands on your shoulders remaining firm and protective. You were just about to open your mouth and ask for more clarification when Mingyu stepped forward as well. You could immediately tell the sudden noise spooked him, as his eyes were wide in surprise and his cheeks suddenly devoid of color. However, he managed to muster up enough courage to call: “Hoshi-Hyung?”

No response. Seungkwan called: “Soonyoung-Hyung?”

You finally rose from your spot around the fire pit. “Guess I’ll go check since everyone is being so cryptic.” You said, both you and Minnie heading inside, closing the screen door behind you. The men followed suit, poking their heads in to see. You immediately saw Hoshi, standing in the kitchen before a shattered plate, staring at the guest that had just arrived.

Hoshi shook his head as if he couldn’t believe who it was. “Woozi?” he asked, tilting his head. You immediately looked over when you heard that familiar nickname, and a gentle smile graced Jihoon’s face as he nodded.

“Hey, Hoshi.” 

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LOVER || Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Plot: Frank decided to not tell Sam (reader) he was okay after his night out hunting people down.

WARNINGS: mostly smut, smut with some plot, slight dirty talk, slight choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) etc

18+ only!! MDNI🚫

It had been a long day for both Sam and Frank, she spent the day tracking down a gang of men for him to kill. He spent the day killing said men. Sam didn’t really care for the men he killed, they were bad guys. Murders, rapists, thieves, predators. She never felt anything towards how brutal Frank was to them.

As of right now though, Sam was pissed to say the least. After she had told Frank where the men were hiding, he never returned any of her texts asking if he was okay. She didn’t know if he was dead or being tortured, if he was hurt and couldn’t call for help, she didn’t know anything. It was agonizing.

All she could do was wait. And hate every second of it, I mean it’s not like she could call the cops right?

Oh um officer! The punisher is missing! Please help me find him!

Pfft! As if anyone could find the “dead” man. He was gonna be a dead man the next time she seen him. She planned to let him have all her nasty words for making her worry so damn much.

Hours had passed, the sun set and the morning rose again since she last heard from him. Still nothing. Not a single peep.

Sam didn’t get a wink of sleep it felt like. She should be used to him doing this but she just never was. She cursed him for keeping her up so late when she had work the next day. Speaking of which, is hell at the moment, it’s like everyone in the damn city is getting hurt at the same time and coming to the same place, the hospital.

It was now passed 12, she was heading home now and still nothing from the man. She was too tired to put out a flyer. Too tired to even care about the strangers she walked passed in the night.

Once she got to her apartment door, walking inside after unlocking it, she dropped her bag to the floor and hung her keys before making her way towards her bedroom. That’s when she seen him, Frank, laying on her couch all bruised and bloody. She wanted so badly to be mad at him, to scream till he woke just to scream at him more. To hit him for scaring her so bad. But she didn’t. Instead she grabbed her first aid kit and got to work cleaning his open wounds. Most of the blood on him wasn’t his own but it didn’t bother Sam. What surprised her was he didn’t wake up the entire time, if anything, he fell deeper into his sleep.

When she finished, she cleaned up her mess before heading to bed herself. Although she backtracked to lay a blanket over Frank. She even placed a glass of water and ibuprofen out on the coffee table for him. Then she finally went to sleep, she was just happy to finally close her eyes and not worry anymore.

Morning came quicker then she liked, Sam wanted to stay in bed longer but she heard Frank’s footsteps outside her door. See they had a rule, a boundary like rule. She’d leave her door open for him most of the time but if it were closed, he couldn’t come it. It was an unspoken rule but sometimes he’d break it just to check on her. Although the times she locked her door, like today, made him anxious. He couldn’t check on her. How ironic.

Sam didn’t leave her room yet though, she showered before and she took her time as well. She wanted him to suffer. So after she stepped out of the shower and dried off, she pulled on a large t-shirt, one of his, and a pair of black lace panties. She kept her wet hair down, wetting the top of the shirt. Once satisfied, she finally walked to her door, unlocking it and walking out. She forced herself to not let her eyes look for him, not to meet his eyes. Even when he stood from the couch with a small grunt. She knew he was watching her. He knew that she was angry at him.

None of them said a word as she poured herself a cup of hot coffee that Frank a made. Truthfully, she wanted to ignore the coffee all together because he made it, she was petty. But it was coffee, she needed her coffee.

“Sam.” He spoke first, his voice sending shivers up her back. She missed him so much.

But she ignored him still. She carried on with making herself breakfast, not caring how much noise she was making with the pans she was about to use. As she started making her breakfast, she heard Frank come closer to the kitchen, which wasn’t far from the couch. Subconsciously, Sam held her breath, waiting for him to get closer. She wanted him too. She hated how much control he had over her.

“Sam please.” His voice was just above a whisper, he wanted to hear her voice, for her to yell at him, curse at him, hit him, anything. He needed that from her. He missed her.

“I’m busy.” Was all she gave him, not a glance his way or even an attitude in her tone. His heart clenched, he knew he messed up this time.

He brought his hand up to her elbow gently, feeling her twitch under his touch. She was having a mental war with herself, she wanted to lean into his touch but she also wanted to rip herself from it.

He waited for her to pull away, to react, to do something. She didn’t. So he spoke again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m an asshole for not calling, for not letting you know I was okay. Sam I’m sorry.” He didn’t stop the emotion in his voice, he was completely and utterly open with her, vulnerable to only her. “I’m so fucking sorry baby.”

She almost broke then and there. Oh how she wanted too. To wrap her arms around him, take in his cologne, feel the rough callouses on his hands. But she didn’t, she felt her pettiness wasn’t enough just yet.

“At least you know you’re an asshole.” Sam pulled her arm away and stepped away from him, moving back to her cooking. But Frank? He wore a grin, he knew she wasn’t mad at him anymore, she was just being a little cruel to him now. He deserved it but he could also handle it. As long as she was speaking to him, it was good enough for him.

“I can make it up to you.” He hummed, gently moving her away from the stove to take over. The gesture annoyed her which amused him. “Sit, relax I know you had a long shift.”

“Oh do you now?” There was that attitude. He missed that. He only smirked to himself as he continued to cook her breakfast.

“I know your schedule, Sammie.” The woman rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath. “What was that?”

“You’re a creep.” Sam grumbled into her cup as she sipped her coffee, loving the burning down her throat. “An asshole creep.”

“Is that my new nickname?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled as he plated her food, sliding it in front of her, pressing a kiss to her temple, keeping his lips there for a few seconds.

“Thank you for stitching me up, taking care of me.” He whispers, his hand squeezing her knee gently. She subconsciously leans into his kiss, letting out a soft breath.

“Who else would do it? Not like they’ll welcome you to the ER.” 

“I’m quite comfortable to be here.”

“I bet you are you freeloader.”

Frank snorts, squeezing her thigh with a bit pressure to tease her.

“Easy, you’re the one who leaves your door and window open for me.” His whisper against her hair sent her skin tingling at each word. She quickly started to eat just to distract herself.

“I just forget to lock them.” She hums, shifting in her seat.

“That so?” Frank smirks, gently brushing her hair over her shoulder as his hand moves higher on her thigh. He only received a small hum from her. He didn’t like that. “You have to use your words, sweetheart.” Squeezing his hand tight on her upper thigh.

“And if I don’t?” Sam practically squeaked out, her face was heating up quickly, as was between her legs.

“I’ll have to make you.” He smirks, pressing a kiss to her jawline gently. “And we both know I can.” He whispers to her as he moves his hand up further, letting his hand push up the shirt she was wearing, his shirt. His hand was stopped by hers laying over his.

“Frank.” She whispers, almost a gasp coming from her as she finally looks at him, their eyes meeting for the first time since she left her room.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He whispered back, his nose brushing against hers as he struggled with the urge to kiss her.

Sam lets out a breath, biting her bottom lip as she shakes her head slowly, spreading her legs open further for him. Her hand squeezed his, giving him the green light to continue. But he wanted more.

“I told you to use your words, sweetheart.” Brushing his fingers against her covered heat, he felt her jolt under him.

“I- Frank, I don’t want you to sto-stop.” She panted out slightly, trying to roll her hips against his fingers for more. She needed more. She needed him.

“There you go.” He smirks, pushing his fingers against her more, rubbing her through her panties slowly. “Let me take care of you now baby, it’s my turn to take care of you.” He whispers as he pushes her panties aside, letting his fingers feel her wetness.

Sam couldn’t control the soft moan that fell from her lips as she felt his fingers. Her own gripped onto his shoulder, her other still holding his hand. “Frank.” She panted out.

“Shh shh shh, I got you baby, relax for me.” His words were soothing to her as she felt his fingers slip into her slowly, clenching around them greedily. “Fuck sweetheart.”

Grunting out a moan, she moved her hips against his hand. He pulled another gasp out of her as his callused palm rubbed against her clit.

“Ahh Frank!” Her nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers went deeper, quickening his pace of sliding in and out of her. He loved hearing her cry out for him.

“Atta girl, I got you.” He presses a kiss to her throat as he quickens his hand, curling his fingers in her slightly. She let out another cry of pleasure. “Oh you like that huh? You miss me baby? Mm?”

Sam nodded quickly, panting as she parts her lips when another moan comes from her.

“Yes! Ye-yes yes I missed you.” She was so close to coming as she locked eyes with him, her hand coming up to grip the hair at the nip of his neck. She didn’t care how hard she pulled, she wanted him to know what she felt.

“I’m here baby, I’m here.” He nods, keeping his pace as he kisses up her face. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

She cried out with a loud moan, pushing her forehead against his as she came. Panting quickly as she rides her high. “Fuck Frank.”

“That what you want?” Frank smirked before he quickly picks her up without letting her say a word. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Sam lets out a squeal as he picks her up, seeing he was taking her to her bedroom, her cheeks still flushed.

“Franky.” She whispers against his ear, nipping at the lobe, knowing it would drive him crazy. “I want you to fuck me.” She smirked against his ear as he practically sprinted to her room.

Sam laughed out as he tossed her onto the bed, his hands immediately working on his belt as he eyed her down. With a small hum, Sam slowly slides off her panties from her hips and down her thighs, wiggling her hips as she does. She smiled at the hungry look in his eyes as she slowly opened her legs for him, inviting him in. That only drove him to work faster, ripping off his shirt and dropping his pants to his ankles as well as his boxers.

“God you are beautiful.” He grunts as he moves to her, grabbing and pulling her leg closer to him, kissing her roughly. He was so desperate for her lips, her taste.

Moaning against his lips, she rocked her hips against his. Gripping his short hair, she flips them, sinking onto his cock slowly as she straddles his hips. She loved his grunts of pleasure. They mixed so well with her own.

“Shit. You’re perfect baby.” He pants, his large hands covering her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she bounces on his dick. “Look so beautiful riding me.”

“Ahh!” Her moans were almost screams, moving her hips to ride him faster, his hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly. “Fr-Franky!”

Grunting out, moaning against her neck as he messily kisses her skin. He felt the growing heat building in the pit of his stomach as he left his marks on her skin.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me come, sweetheart.” He pants out, his hand coming up her back to grip the back of her wet hair. “Agh you take me so well-“

Sam’s moans cut him short, sinking her hips as far as they can go onto his cock. She could feel her second orgasm coming on quickly. “Mmm make me come Franky, fuck.” She slowed her hips, leaning down to kiss him, cupping his cheeks.

Returning her kiss greedily, he lets go of her hair, moving it to her throat and squeezing, driving his hips up into her quickly. His grunts filling her mouth.

“Ahh! I’m- I’m coming Frank!” Her walls clenched tightly against his cock, pulling ruthlessly as she comes. His moans follow closely after, the clench and warmth of her sending him over the edge, coming inside her.

They both pant against each other’s lips, a small laugh coming from Frank as Sam breaks a smile, kissing him softly.

She gently hits his chest. “You ever do some stupid shit like that again, you’re sleeping outside.” She whispers playfully. Frank chuckles.

“As long as I get to hear your voice, I’ll do whatever you say, sweetheart.” His whisper was soft as he kisses up her face gently, earning her soft giggles.

The end.

I hope you enjoyed this😋and no I’m not gonna edit it or reread it for typos, I’m to tired too, goodnight peeps!

Also this was my first smutty fic! And first one shot! Pls be nice😪