#put this in your pocket when you need the perfect comeback

[minkkumaz]

OUR WICKED LOVE

your history with love was a little evil, causing you to aid to your own broken heart. when you finally stray away from the dating scenes, popular boy myung jaehyun asks you out. however, you don't know if he's being truly sincere.

PAIRING myung jaehyun x fem!reader WC 3.1k TAGS fluff. angst. popular boy jaehyun. he needs better friends. reader has fear of heights. misunderstandings. OMI NOTE inspired by queen yena but i might've put shame on her name cuz idk if i like this or not. too tired to proofread, and too tired to care.

love had always been extremely evil. a forbidden force that always ended with you, a broken heart, and multiple wet tissues crumpled up in the trash. you weren’t perfect, but every boy you’ve ever loved taught you a valuable lesson. don’t let the next one fuck you over.

and while your list of lovers wasn’t long, you’d never let it define you; considering many in your grade were already stupid enough to waste their firsts. each boy that seemed to be the one that would sweep you off your feet, left you disappointed and still painfully single.

the never - ending yearning to feel something was simply ignored however, as you decided not to try as hard for your senior year. there wasn’t much of a point on wasting it away on someone you couldn’t guarantee the rest of your life with.

despite this, he made your heart skip a beat, maybe two. it was only last year that he had transferred, and many girls couldn’t keep their gazes off of him.

myung jaehyun, the captain of the sports team, was what could only be described as pretty boy eye candy. talented in multiple departments, and had crazy amounts of energy. most of it sounded too good to be true, but you still admired him a lot. 

envisioning someone like him with somebody like you was a difficult task though. he wasn’t normally in the dating scene, so you gave up on the romantic idea.

school rolled around after a long summer. the trees bloomed fragrant flowers that sometimes fell onto the pavement, only to get ran over by passerbys. mornings like these you always got to school a little earlier than usual. first days always excited you.

when you finally arrived at the familiar building, there were big banners and booths for incoming freshman, making you smile. just a little years back you walked into the gates completely clueless. however now was not a time to reminisce, as you were too distracted to see where you were going.

you tripped over your feet, colliding with the person in front of you in the process. hands quickly flew to your side to stablize you so you wouldn’t fall. as you were back up, you quickly bowed and apologized, earning a chuckle from the victim you accidentally fell on.

“it’s okay, be more careful next time, alright?” he spoke in a voice that you remember distinctly, making you shoot your head up to be met with him.

“ah– myung jaehyun! i’m so sorry.” you felt embarrassed before he pat you on the back. “don’t worry about it. you’re y/n, right?” jaehyun questioned, squinting to analyze you a bit more. the sudden attention made you even more nervous than you already were.

“yes, i’m y/n. how did you– how did you know that exactly?” he read the confused expression on your face before cracking a smile.

“you dated that popular senior last year, didn’t you?”

“wow so everyone remembers me from that? he wasn’t my smartest decision.” you laughed, feeling anxiety bubble up in your stomach.

“maybe not, you dropped on the grade list after you guys went public. i only know that because my friend was dying to beat you all year.” he put his hands into his pocket, looking around to see if he could spot his friend.

“i’ll make my comeback this year, now that i’m in books and not his bedroom watching him play valorant.” you scoffed, feeling slightly more competitive.

“i’m sure my friend will be very happy to hear that then.” he joked a bit, “well um, i guess i’ll see you around, y/n.”

you nodded him off, waving a small goodbye before watching him go towards a sports booth. the interaction left you very confused and a little sheepish. your first interaction with the cute boy and you were falling into him. 

the best thing to do was ignore it for now, and maybe avoid him for the rest of your life to prevent yourself from humiliation. putting your best foot forward (not the one you tripped over), you walked into the school to find your home room.

it wasn’t difficult, considering you knew the school like the back of your hand at that point. there were a few people that littered the desks, wearing identical uniforms as you did. you sat yourself down at an empty seat, fixing your skirt appropriately.

the atmosphere was quiet despite the loudness from outside, it was still quite early so the first bell wouldn’t ring for another hour. to busy yourself, you pulled a book from your backpack. the hardcover made a quiet noise as you placed it on the desk softly, flipping through the worn pages.

you were immersed in the story at hand, barely noticing how quickly time flew by and how crowded the classroom became. quiet laughter and desks moving around became background noise as your eyes scanned the pages. you wished you had taken note of where all this noise came from, before there was a tap on your shoulder.

“hey, y/n, can i ask you something?” it was jaehyun. he never spoke to you until this morning, and suddenly he was coming back for more? his friends laughed behind him in the background, trying to shut eachother up.

“of course.. what’s up?” you asked suspiciously.

“i was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime? i know we met kind of rocky but you seem pretty cool.” he rolled back and forth on his heels, awaiting a response of some sort.

“oh– um, you want to go out? when were you thinking?” you asked shyly.

“next weekend? the fair is in town and i think it would be fun to take you and get to know you. if you’re down, you know. it’s sudden but a bunch of people from school are going so we could spend the day together.” 

any form of words felt like they were suddenly stripped from your throat. you mind told you it was a bad idea, and that it was way too soon. but your heart was telling you yes. 

“that sounds nice jaehyun. i’d love to go with you.” you smiled fondly in which he mirrored, handing out his phone for you to input your number. after punching it in, he walked back to the group of his friends to show them your name in his contact lists.

when the school day passed by, you got a moment to properly reflect on what had happened. the myung jaehyun thought your one minute interaction was interesting enough to willingly hang out with you. the same jaehyun that had girls dropping like flies and shoving miscellaneous gifts and letters in his face. 

it felt like a prank, some twisted shit that only immature school boys would pull to mess with poor hearts. yet that wasn’t the reputation that jaehyun put out, so you didn’t give it another thought.

the two weeks came and went, but in between it felt like forever. counting down the days that you get to officially hang out with him. but in this time you got to know him more, so in the end, the wait didn’t even matter.

sometimes during class he’d pull his desk by yours and talk to you forever until the bell rang and he had to scurry back. he’d shoot you glances or funny faces everytime the teacher had their back turned, making you bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

jaehyun made sure to take care of you too, despite not knowing you for long. he had some sort of motherly instinct, asking if you had eaten or if you’ve been sleeping instead of studying all night. and afterwards, he’d use the excuse that he didn’t want you to die from starvation or lack of rest before he had the chance to hang out with you.

moments like those made you blush, swallowing back any doubt that he wasn’t sincere in wanting to be around you. his friends definitely made an impression that they thought you were lame, but he was different.

through all of this you started to like him, picking up on the small things that happened. how he would laugh too hard he had to grip onto your hand to keep himself from falling over; in which he’d forget to let go. or when he gave you big hugs whenever you helped him understand a stupid grammar question.

maybe you liked him a lot, just after you swore off relationships the school year. after all, your heart moved quicker than your brain.

these thoughts buried your head as you got ready to leave your house, using your phone camera to make any further adjustments to your appearance. you wore pretty jewelery that complimented the outfit you were wearing. overall, you felt confident that this night would go good. it was almost impossible for him to awkward.

it didn’t take long for a text notification to pop up on your screen, jaehyun telling you he was outside. after one final look you tied your shoes and left to his car parked in front of your house. your proximity grew closer and he waved at you from an open window.

“hey, y/n! you look good.” he unlocked the doors, allowing you in.

“thank you.. you look good too!” you complimented back trying to seem casual.

“i’m flattered, but that’s all you. i hope you’re excited.” he brushed it off, starting down the road.

“haha yeah um– i’ve never really been to a fair before so this is my first time.”

“oh shit really? we have to go on the ferris wheel the view is really nice from up there!” he suggests.

“ferris wheel? is now a good time to tell you that i’m deathly afraid of heights? last time i went on one i almost passed out!” the mere thought made you shiver.

“come on, what if i hold your hand or something? i won’t let you fall off i promise.” his offer made you blush.

“maybe i’ll think about it.” you mutter while sinking down into your seat. 

the two of you maintained a steady conversation on the short car to the fair. fun lights crowded your vision the closer you got, blurring together to create one big mush of colors in the night. people walked around with popcorn, cotton candy, and numerous prizes. 

the scents filled your nose as you got out of the car. jaeyhun walked alongside you, pointing out all of the best rides.

“only crazy people go on that ride, it’s totally insane! looks sketchy too.” he shook his head, “the more tame ones are the few roller coasters, gravity ride, and of course, the ferris wheel.”

“i still don’t know if i wanna go on that one! i promise i’ll try everything else.”

“once you get up there and see the skyline, it’ll be beautiful. trust me.” 

“okay okay i’ll go, only if you’re right next to me.” you sigh.

“good! let’s go meet up with my friends first and see what their plan is, and we can go.” he leads you through the crowd, searching around for his group. it was difficult in such a busy environment, but he called out their names loudly once he spotted them.  they waved the two of you over as you followed behind.

“jaehyun! hey!” his friends called him over.

“whats up guys? me and y/n just got here, we weren’t around for long.” jaehyun grinned, fixing his hair from the slight wind.

“y/n?”

you poked out from behind jaehyun and waved. the relationship between you and his friends wasn’t great yet, they didn’t seem to like you at all.

“jaehyun can we talk to you in private for a second? just us dudes you know..” one of them spoke quieter into his ear. “yeah, uh.. y/n you wait here, we’ll be back.” jaehyun knew what they were going to ask him, and he dreaded it.

once the group was out of your vision, one of them spoke up sounding agitated.

“dude when are you break her heart? the dare wasn’t supposed to go this far.”

“i know i’m– i’m going to do it i promise.” jaehyun muttered.

“you better. just ditch her on the ferris wheel or something so we can go hang out without her dragging onto you.”

“i can’t leave her on the ferris wheel, that’s fucked. she’s afraid of heights.” jaehyun tried to argue.

“that’s not our problem. she’s lame and we didn’t even want her around in the first place. it was supposed to be a joke.”

“exactly, just leave her.”

not every popular student could be exactly whole - hearted, and because of this jaehyun wasn’t sure he was with the right crowd. their words stung his heart, knowing he’d have to get rid of you eventually. he was too deep into this stupid friend group that he didn’t want to risk leaving it all.

initially, it was an innocent conversation of who would do the worst dare. but then you became an unknowing victim of their game. get the girls number, make her like you, then shatter her idea of love. it sounded less dramatic at first, but he was too deep into it once he finished the first two steps.

jaehyun didn’t want to hurt anybody, at first he thought that since he barely knew you, it’d be okay right? 

wrong.

the more time he spent with you, the more he started to genuinely like you. he suppressed the idea of hurting you until it was too late. now he was running back to you with a huge smile on his face. underlying something much more disappointed.

“hey, sorry about that! let’s go on the ferris wheel, yeah?” jaehyun turned your body around swiftly, and leaded you with his hands on your shoulders. the line wasn’t very long, so surely it wouldn’t be awhile until you got up. 

“i can do this, i can do this.” you attempted to hype yourself up as you neared closer to the front.

“it will be fine trust me! i’m just gonna throw away my trash real quick and i’ll run back in line, okay?” he was lying.

“hurry please! theres only a few people left and they’re not letting anyone leave the line.”

“i will!” he crouched under the chain holding together the lines and ran to his group of friends, taking a look back to make sure you weren’t paying attention to him.

jaehyun’s stomach tightened as he watched you enter by yourself, calling out his name frantically. his friends pat his back, laughing at your reaction.

“jaehyun!” your breath quickens as the operator closes the middle bar. “please sir, let me off my friend was supposed to go on with me!” 

“sorry kid, we have to keep everything running.” 

the wheel started going and you panicked, anxiety beginning to run through your veins. you kept calling out for jaehyun, but there was no point. you scooted yourself as far into the back of the seat and blinked back the hot stream of tears running down your face. 

through your hazy vision you barely saw him in the crowd before you got too far up. he was with all of his friends as they watched you freak out in mid air.

feeling betrayed was an understatement. but you couldn’t focus on your anger when you were going to have a panic attack. the higher you got, the heavier you breathed. your hands felt sweaty as you gripped onto the bar that held you in.

maybe the skyline was as beautiful as he said it was, your eyes were wired closed, unable to tell.

you drowned out any other noise, focusing on the creaking of the metal bars as you circled around. once voices became a little more clear, and your feet hit the ground, you opened your eyes and watched the operator lift up your bar and let you out.

your legs felt shaky as you stepped to the side, settling yourself on a bench. jaehyun came running towards you, seeing your tear stained face and balled fists.

“y/n! holy shit i– i’m so sorry i didn’t want to–”

“what the fuck is this, jaehyun? you force me to face my biggest fear just to ditch me for your friends?” you choked out, wiping your face with your sleeve.

“it was a dare, y/n.” “what?”

“i was dared to ask you out.” he admit, staring at the floor.

“so this was just one sick joke? you talked to me for two weeks straight then planned to blow me off the first time we hung out?” your face burned up.

“at first it was but–”

“i should’ve known better. i’m never falling in love ever again.” you cursed, getting up to leave him before he grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him.

“wait y/n!”

“what the hell?!” you yell trying to break away from him, “this isn’t funny jaehyun let me go–”

you couldn’t even process what was happening before his lips were on yours. the kiss enveloped you with a warmth much greater than the one burning in your heart. in that moment you felt your stomach dropping, yet feeling too guilty to indulge in it.

when he pulls away, you stare at him with shock and fresh tears welling in your eyes.

“why would you do that jaehyun.. you already hurt me.” you cry, attempting to get away from him while he held you still.

“because i don’t care about the stupid dare anymore. through all of that bullshit i started to like you a little more than i thought i would. so please, don’t run away.” he confessed, “you can hate me all you want, y/n. i deserve it. just know that there was a point where i stopped pretending.”

“what about your friends i thought–”

“i don’t care about my friends at this point, y/n. they weren’t good influences on me anyways. introduce me to your friends for all i care, i want something real. something like you.”

“you’re not just saying that, right?” you hesitated before he kissed you again, this time you kissed him back.

“do you believe me now?”

“maybe a little bit, but you still hurt my feelings jaehyun!” you pout, relaxing yourself in his grip.

“and i’ll work forever to forgive you. let me take you on an official date, yeah?” he let go of you, letting his hands trail to yours. 

“you’re lucky you make my heart melt, myung jaehyun.”

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[imstarlostt]

“Surprise ?”

Hwang Hyunjin x (Insecure) Idol Fem.reader

Playlist: at the bottom

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(Reader’s POV)

Everything felt wrong.

Like I couldn’t breathe anymore like I couldn’t even live anymore.

I worked all day in my studio trying to cheer myself up ever since I hadn’t slept all night. My members were all back at the dorm, we had a day off but I still decided to spend it here at the studio. I wanted to work but my mind was clouded by some troubled thoughts.

I had recently posted a picture on my Instagram account, it was the first time I posted something ever since me and the other members had our own accounts. I thought I looked pretty in the picture, for once. The people in the comments didn’t think the same way.

I had recently been all alone, ever since Hyunjin left for the tour. I was alone at home, the bed felt cold and no one was there to comfort me if I needed help. The fact that there was no laughter, no one talking. It was just me & my thoughts…I felt worse than ever. All these comments didn’t help, last night when I came back home, I didn’t eat. I felt so bad…

I went to sleep or at least tried to sleep and I ended up pulling an all-nighter. This morning when I woke up, I looked so pale and my eye bags didn’t help my state. If Hyunjin would’ve been there it wouldn’t have happened. He would’ve soothed me.. but unfortunately you cannot always get what you want in life.

People were writing things like “You’re fat” or “🤮🤮”. I felt nauseous, I never thought a single picture could make people feel this way. They were probably right… I was fat..

Now I felt like I didn’t deserve Hyunjin, I had always been insecure about my body and he always had let me know that he loved me and my body. He always said I was perfect just the way I was. But there was a part of me that still didn’t believe him completely. And that part of me has grown a lot in the past few days. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I felt like breaking up with him would be best…

It would be best for the both of us, he could find someone better, prettier, and I could work on myself. So when he would come back from the tour I would tell him, tell him how I truly feel about us.

For now, I will stay here trying to write songs for our next comeback. I needed to focus on something else.

When the evening came I walked back home listening to “K” by Cigarettes After Sex. Ever since winter had come, the sun was getting low earlier and the dark took place earlier. It made me feel weird but it was comforting. I had my coat on and every time I breathed from my mouth fog was created.

I got to my front porch, my hand shook as I unlocked the door. I felt sad suddenly, the fact that I was finally home and I could cry if I wanted to, made me feel overwhelmed. I opened the door and I took a shaky breath in, as tears formed in my eyes. I let my keys fall to the table next to the stairs as I put my coat on the hanger next to the front door.

Suddenly I could feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. As I pulled it out I saw the contact name, it was Hyunjin, he was calling me… but why ?

Isn’t he busy ? He doesn’t have time for me…

I answered the call as I put on a smile on my face trying to ignore my sadness. “Hi ?” Hyunjin’s voice answered, “Hi angel” I smiled at the tone of his voice as I leaned on the wall. “Are you okay ?” I asked, “Yeah, I got a surprise for you..” I raised my eyebrows in curiosity. “A surprise ?” I asked, “Yeah a surprise… Can you do something for me angel ?” I hummed, “Close your eyes for me okay ?” I closed my eyes “Great now relax..”

I relaxed my shoulders as I kept my eyes closed.

I suddenly felt arms wrapping around my waist as the line of my phone beeped, indicating the call had ended. “Hey angel” I heard Hyunjin whisper in my ear as my eyes opened. I backed up against the wall, as tears filled my eyes. “Hyunjin…” I stared at him with glossy eyes.

“Angel.. what’s wrong ?” He stepped back as he took a look at me. “Why.. why are you here..?” Hyunjin frowned. “To see you… I came back from tour an hour ago.. thought I’d surprise you” I stuttered. “I-I…” Hyunjin wrapped his arms around my waist as he pulled me towards him. “Shh.. it’s okay.. I’m here baby” I cried in his arms.

“I know… I know why you’re like this and you shouldn’t.. it’s okay baby” I cried harder “I saw the comments..” I felt like my walls had come down. “You’re so beautiful… my baby” I tightened my grip against him not wanting to let go.

“I don’t deserve you..” Hyunjin let out a small sigh. “No… I don’t deserve you” he sighed softly, “You know…” he pulled away. “I get these comments every time I post something too.. I bet you didn’t even notice the ones telling you, you were pretty… you only focused on the bad ones” He smiled softly as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You’re so beautiful my love, it's not because five people said the opposite that it means it’s true…”

“They’re probably jealous anyway” he hugged me back again. “I’m here… I’m here now and I’m not leaving for a good while alright..?” I nodded against his chest. “Everything will be alright..” I closed my eyes as I felt his heartbeat ringing in my ears.

“I love you.. more than anything in the world” I smiled as I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “I love you too”, he kissed me softly, everything felt just right… just like it used to be. He was home and it felt like home at last…

Word count: 1k

Playlist:

-Here With Me by d4vd

-K by Cigarettes After Sex

-Daylight by David Kushner

-The Beach by The Neighbourhood

-Space song by Beach House

-Creep by Radiohead

-Never Felt so Alone by Labrinth

[give-bucky-his-boyfriend-back]

First Steps

(on Ao3)

Dean is only six when John starts leaving him and his brother alone at motels.

His dad says that he has to do important things that Dean doesn’t yet understand and really he doesn't.

He doesn't understand why dad can't stay. Why he has to take care of Sam or how.

He doesn't really know how to stop him from having nightmares. He doesn't know what to do when Sam is hungry and there isn’t any food left.

But Sam needs him and so he learns. He finds ways to comfort him after bad dreams. He learns how to rationize food.

Dad is busy. Dad doesn't have time for them. But Dean is a big brother, so he can manage.

Sam is two now, and he's learning to stand on his own. He will crawl up to the motel's furniture using his little hands to pull himself up, leaning against them as he stands unsteadily on his feet. And Dean wonders.

How hard can it really be? Dean can walk, and since Sammy can stand already it sure won't be too hard to take a couple of steps, right?

He just needs a hand from his big brother.

So one day, when Sammy crawls up to one of the cabinets and pulls himself up to stand, Dean takes his hands in his.

Sam is a bit unsteady at first, losing his balance as he shifts from holding himself up against the cabinet to leaning on his brother’s arms for support.

"Dee?" His little brother tilts his head in confusion.

"It's okay Sammy, trust me. Move your legs." Dean assures him as he carefully starts taking some small steps backwards.

Sam takes his first steps that day, leaning on his brother’s arms.

Dean is so proud.

--

Dean is 41 when he finds himself holding Sam's hand again. He takes a deep breath and checks the pocket of his white suit jacket one last time.

The tiny piece of paper where he scribbled his speech on is still there. Good.

"You know," Sam begins, Dean already catches the hint of teasing in his voice. "you are really focussed on getting this all perfect for a guy who isn't into chick flick moments."

"Oh shut it bitch." Dean bites back.

"Okay Bridezilla."

"You-" Dean's clever comeback that he definitely thought of already, is cut off when the music starts playing. An instrumental arrangement of Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis that he and Cas picked out together.

"That's our cue." Sam takes the bouquet, (sunflowers, Cas's favorite) and puts it in Deans right hand.

He gives Dean a last once over, straightens his tie and gives him a quick pat on the shoulder.

"Ready?"

"Ready." Dean answers.

Sam takes his left hand in his, his presence calming Dean, steadying him as he takes his first steps down the aisle.

Sam is so proud.

[thebananniediariesbyannie]

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[lgcmilan]

@lgcminseo submitted: 

It was difficult task to surprise her friend for her birthday. Her friend’s birthday ended up smacked in the middle of their comeback, but additionally, there was the issue that the two of them spent the majority of the twenty-four hours within a day together. Perhaps, her friend’s birthday gift should have been a break from dealing with her hyper-active energy, or her non-stop conversations about anything and everything. She wanted to respect Milan’s wishes of not going over the top for her 22nd birthday, but it was her 22nd birthday. It had a nice ring to it, didn’t it? She started working on her gift a month before to give her time to perfect the peach blossoms on a pair of jeans from their Levi’s collection, painstakingly adorning the back pockets with threads she had bought to keep the color palette. Alongside the jeans, there were a small box of a peach mochis and a hidden ‘voucher’ she had drawn up for a free weekend getaway when her friend felt up for it and needed to get away from Seoul. After all, it was thanks to Milan that she had learned about respecting boundaries.

To my loveliest Milan, Thank you for being born! It’s unfortunate (or fortunate?) that your birthday falls during our comeback. i appreciate our friendship and hold you in high regard, not only as a person, but as a performer too. i realize that birthdays can be bittersweet since you’re not able to spend it with your family, but i hope that you realize that we’re your family too. you can lean on us on your bad days, and you can absolutely include us in celebrating your best days too! — minseo ❣

for days now, milan has been feeling apprehensive over her birthday. the girl who usually reminds everybody and anybody that may is her birthday month is nowhere to be seen this year. no, 22 doesn’t have a nice ring to her. how can it when her 21rst year has been such a disappointment? until now, she has always considered birthday to be the celebration of the past year, the celebration of how far she’s come and how much she’s done since her last birthday. perhaps if her career would be a priority, she’d be more satisfied. more than satisfied actually. but to the young woman, so many things come before her career and its sucess.

and so, every gift, every letter, ever text message received on this day have so much more meaning this year compared to others. not only they mean that the people around her rememebered without her prompting, but they celebrate this new chapter of her life for her. 

she recognizes the jeans right away and therefore the work that minseo has put on it to personalize it. knowing minseo, this manual task probably took her an immense effort of will to concentrate on (and probably more time than it should’ve). it makes her smile, it tugs at strings of her heart. a mochi quickly finds its way to her mouth and the voucher makes her smile again. 

but its the letter that gets her eyes moist. because minseo is such a sweet friend, such an adorable friend. not just a younger friend who is extremely similar to her, but a true friend, a sister. she’s never had siblings, but now she has 5 sisters. 5 sisters to rely on, 5 sisters who shower her with love, 5 sisters who will never let her fall in darkness.

without a word, letter still clutch in one hand, she finds minseo and wraps her arms around the taller girl. without a word, she squeezes her as hard as she can, as hard as she loves her, as hard as she values her. “thank you” she finally whispers after a while. 

[favorjtecrime]

tired

VANCE HOPPER x YAMADA!READER in which y/n yamada is heart broken after the tragic disappearance of her brother, Bruce yamada. so when she finds herself in a dangerous situation on the brink of life and death, she's surprised to find herself being saved by denvers rebel, vance hopper

one | two | three | four

gif does not belong to me ! TW : rapid weight loss, bullying, violence, y/n gets beat up, death is brought up

🐇 ׅ ‌ ࣪ ˖ ❋ ࣪ ◌.⠀⪨

After the disappearance of your younger brother, Bruce, you’ve felt as though you haven't been able to find any peace at all. Your days have begun to consist of going to school and putting up as many flyers of your missing brother as you could everyday. You’d often walk around town at least twice per day as well, stopping in every store, every alleyway and every street to search for him and taking longer to search in places you knew he’d like to go to. Even after weeks had gone by you never gave up, you began to lose friends and your popularity status was slowly going down. You had hardly been eating and had become much weaker. Your skin had lost its glow and was pale with dark eye bags. Your clothes were often reused and whenever you took a shower, you could never remember whether you had put soap on or not. You were so tired, so exhausted and so scared. But you would never give up, no matter how far you have to go, you would never skip one day of putting fliers up and searching all of your brothers favorite places. 

You were calling out his name around the cinema, a few days before he disappeared he had gone to watch a movie with his friends and you’d often circle around the cinema to see if there was any sort of trace of him left behind. You were sure that he wouldn't have run away, your home life wasn't perfect but Bruce was a good kid and you knew him like the back of your hand. You were older than him by a year but even then, the two of you felt like the bestest friends. You rotated around the cinema a few more times before calling it a day, the sun had begun to set about half an hour ago and the only people left on the street were the neighborhood punks trying to start fights wherever they went and the sketchy adults who watched you intensely as you walked past their house.

You began heading to your house which was a couple of blocks down. “Hey look! It's the chick that's always searching for that dead guy” a boy said as you passed by him and his friends. You were used to being made fun of, used to being the talk of the town for always looking for your brother, but you didn't care and you would not care until your younger brother was found. “I bet she killed him!” another boy said, attempting to whisper but failing terribly. You flinched at the comment but began picking up the pace of yourself to speed past them. “Yeah, walk faster! Maybe you’ll find Bruce down there” the first boy from before heckled at you. You were tired, exhausted from the lack of sleep and the constant stress that you couldn't even think of a good comeback so you kept your head down. That was until you felt something lightweight hit your back and fall to the floor quickly. You stopped and spent a second thinking before deciding to turn around to pick it up, to your shock it was a missing flier of Bruce with disrespectful doodles all over the face of your brother crumpled into a small ball. You stared at it with blank eyes that watered the longer you stared at it but you held them back because you knew that if you gave them a reaction you’d only feed into their game, he was never mean to others and he had never done bad things, he didn't deserve this. “Geez don't tell me she’s gonna cry over some drawings” one of them said as the group approached you all huddled together, that was when you realized that slowing down was an awful mistake. “..just leave me alone, please” you pleaded while stuffing the piece of paper into your pocket, it was obvious you were in danger and you needed to get out of there quickly. “Or what? You're gonna kill us just like how you did to your brother?” one of them spat at you, the more he spoke the more your heart hurt. Out of anyone in the world, you cared about Bruce the most, and it pained you to hear such accusations that you couldn't even bear to think about.

You couldn't defend yourself, you knew you wouldn't be able to at this point. You were shaking from fear and your body was exhausted, and even if you did have the energy, you'd gone down in pounds rapidly and your strength would be incredibly low. You were helpless, and part of you just wanted to die on this street, because maybe you would be able to find Bruce faster that way. You were too caught up in your train of thought that you didn't realize the several threats coming from all around you, and once you did it was too late as the fist had made its way across your cheek already. You fell back a bit only to be tripped by another boy waiting behind you who pulled on your hair so that you fell onto the concrete pavement. One boy began holding you down as the supposed leader continued to lay punches to you while your head bang against the hard concrete pavement everytime you attempted to get up “This is for bruce!” one of them yelled at you while the rest continued to laugh and mock you with your brother. You wanted to fight back, but you couldn't, all you could think about how badly everything hurt, about how you’d be leaving your mother and father with only one daughter left. About Bruce and how you hoped for him to be found, you thought about your childhood, and you thought that if you were to die here, who would be the one to find you? You felt yourself slowly close your eyes, your nose was dripping with blood, you could taste a small drop in your mouth. You finally closed your eyes, ready to accept fate. But just then you felt yourself suddenly get lighter. Your face hurt and you were in so much pain that it hurt to open your eyes, but you squinted your eyes open just enough to see what had happened, and that's when you saw blond locks in front of you, he had pushed the boy off of you and seemed to be messing him up. The others run off while abandoning their leader because of the sudden act. You saw your mystery savior drop the leader onto the floor with his nose bleeding and hunching over but stomach as some of his lunch came out. You wanted to say something but you couldn't. So when the mystery man got close to you, you realized exactly who your hero was, 

Vance hopper.

AUTHORS NOTE not too sure how i feel about this, i kind of hate it but also kind of like it at the same time? very mixed feelings haha. I think if it gets good feedback i'd be open to making a part two but right now im thinking of writing a bruce x reader as he really does deserve more love on this site </33 also i researched a bit online to find the boys canon age but i couldnt find anything so here im assuming vance as 16/17 with reader being the same as him while bruce lays around 15/16!!

[zayeaw]

fake dating/ eren

cw; fluff, attempt at humor, a lil angst and eren's cocky but we love him&lt;3

wc; 1.2k

a/n : lemme just give a huge kiss to @aesrin for sending me this request.

“you’re crazy! my parent’s will never believe that you’re dating me if you don’t even know what subject I studied in college!”

Eren smirks and puts his hand over your shoulder, dumping nearly all his body weight onto you.”I don’t think they’ll believe that I’m dating you either way. I’m too hot for you.”

You push his hands away, rolling your eyes before walking over to your desk. You rummage through a pile of papers and find the document you took a print out of. Eren noticed how your lips part a bit when you’re concentrated.

“did you bring the paper I asked you to bring?” you ask him, fanning yourself with the document you just took.

“the one where we write important stuff about ourselves so that we can memories it and know each other better?”

“yes. That one.”

He nods and puts his hands on his back pocket and takes out a tissue, mind you, a fucking tissue paper which looked like it was folded 10 times. He opens it and gives it to you.

You decided to not make any comment on it because all he’ll do is give you a witty comeback and it’ll boost his ego when you won’t have anything to say back.

“here.” You shove the document you had onto eren and leaned on the desk crossing your arms. ”read it, it has every info you might need about me-“

“nah, I’ve got better things to do.” He says, putting the document away. “ I don’t wanna read about that crappy shit you’ve done in life. Its boringggggg.” He yawns and it took everything in you to not punch him.

He’s cute when he yawns though. Fuck why are you even thinking that now.

“eren.” You say, your eyes darting toward his lips and you pray he didn’t notice it.

“fine. I’ll read it.” He clumsily flips open the file and skims through the first two pages.

“eren!”

He looks up at you and mouths a what?

“ Read It properly!”

He mimics your expression before beginning to read the document properly.

You sigh and unfold the tissue eren handed you.

Yeah ,just the first sentence he wrote made you wanna roll out of your apartment window down to the traffic.

“did you fucking seriously write your bowel timings in here?”you ask him, exasperated

Eren looks at you. “yeah I did, when couples live together they usually know each others bowel timings you kno-“

“yeah and my parents are gonna ask me at what time you take your shit?”

“perfection, (name). that’s called perfection. If you know everything about me there is no way you’ll screw up” he says looking at you smiling with his teeth and you knew damn well he’s playing with you right now.

You read the next line. “Okay what is this crap? i’m lactose intolerant, and drinking lactose products induces fart in me.” You look at him again. “you think this is a joke.?”

Eren looked like he was trying his best to not laugh. “that, infact is not a joke. I get uncontrollable farts when I drink milk. You shouldn’t make fun of my medical condition (name). “ he shakes his head dismissively like you were a child who stole candy.

You decided to ignore what he said and flipped the paper. He was going on talking about how his mom had to remove the ceiling fan in his room because of the smell and you just stared into the paper, reading nothing.

“are you being serious right now?.” You finally say, putting your hand on your forehead.

“I can make fart noises with my armpit.”

You closed your eyes . he’s such a pain in the ass.this was too much you almost wanted to laugh now.

Eren saw how your lips almost turned up into a ghost of a smile. God, he’d do anything to see that look plastered on your face. If he thought you were beautiful before, you smiling just redefined his definition of beauty.

How can he tell you that he dosen’t need to read the document you prepared for him because he knows every single thing about you. That the colour of the top you were wearing is your favorite and you slighty bop your head when you listen to music and when you eat something you expected to taste bad but it turned out good you raise your eyebrows ever so slightly. He also knew that you loved it when he’s being an idiot around you. And he loves the fact that he can be an idiot around you.

These weren’t the stuff you or anybody told him. These were the things he noticed on his own because for the love of god he’s so in love with you. But he can’t let you know can he? How can he tell you that he wants this fake relationship you’ve both had been having for a month now to be real.

You walked over to him and hit on his arm with the paper he handed you before, bringing him back to reality again.” Your homework is to re-write this.”

“no I won’t.” he says, his lips smirking.

“what are you smirking for?” you ask him. You wish he would stop doing that because it was so…distracting.

he considers it for a moment.

“no.i won’t.” he repeats but his expression forced into seriousness now.

“You’re such an idiot.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him.

Don’t smile. Don’t smile. Dont smile.

You smile anyways but he can’t see it so its okay… Right?

“name?”

You turn around to look at him again, sucking in air so that the smile you had before vanishes.

“are we gonna kiss in front of your parents?” he asks you, his head tilting to a side making it seem like an innocent question.

Your face heats up.

Fucking cocky bastard.

You take a moment and then cough. “why would you ask that?”

“ you know. We need it to look smooth so I’m thinking, why don’t we practice it?” he blinks, as if he’s suggesting to eat pancakes instead of bread for breakfast.

You stare at him. “why don’t we practice me kicking your ass because I’m getting an spidey tingle that I might do that a lot in the future.”

“oh so we’re gonna get married too?”

This boy is gonna be the death of you.

he wishes he could take a picture of your face right now because on god it’s so cute, he wants to fucking ruin you with kisses right now. Which he wouldv’ve if..if this was a real thing.

He raises his hands up in defeat. “okay, okay im kidding. Just say that you suck at kissing and move on”

You give him a look and walk past him. “sounds a lot like you have feeelings for mee” you sing

Erens eyes shoot up, his body froze .was it that evident?.

“im just a very good actor. Isn’t that why you picked me to be your fake boyfriend or whatever.” He almost stutters but you don’t hear it.

Your heart sinks a bit but you ignore it “anyways, just don’t mess up the next week.”

“are you doubting my acting skills? Because let me tell you, I can act very well alright.”

You roll your eyes but you can’t help but wonder how different this would’ve been if all this wasn’t an act.

And all eren could think of was how he wished you knew none of his feelings for you is or ever was an act.

Reblogs are always appreciated&lt;3

edit: i'm thinking of doing a part 2 for this bc some of you asked for it. you can add your username in this form (link) if you'd like to be tagged on it hehe

[book-place]

Save Your Tears

Warnings: cursing, implied violence, crying, let me know if I missed any :)

Parings: James Potter x reader platonic

Request: Hello!! Congratulations on catching up on your requests! That’s amazing! I’ve loved everything you’ve written and thank you again for doing my previous requests!! Could I get a James Potter x best friend reader with the dialogue prompt 20 and 33? Just something really sweet but angsty and fluffy? Thank you! And it’s alright if you don’t have time 🥰

Requested by: @luminouslywriting

Summary: You weren’t able to defend yourself against them all

A/N: The bolded words are the dialogue prompts

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Many things came with being best friends with James Fleamont Potter.

One of them was headaches. Lots of them. Either from his booming voice during breakfast, or his angry shouts as he watched another team cheat in quidditch.

Another thing that it brought was stress. Stress from the constant fear of him doing something dangerous, the stress for him right before a match, or the amount of stress you got when you would try to force him to do his homework.

But there were also good things that came with being his best friend. Even more of them.

How every day would be a new adventure for you. Whether it be exploring a new secret passage, or sneaking off to Honeydukes in the middle of the night.

Talking about anything you want- anything you were feeling- without the fear of judgment was also a bonus that did not come with some of your other friendships.

Then there were the little things. Him going out of his way to make sure you had eaten, giving you his jumper if you were even slightly chilly, patiently helping you with your homework whenever need be, and even gently brushing your hair for you if you were feeling too tired to do it yourself.

And of course, his undying loyalty, support, and fierce protectiveness that he had for you, just as he had for all his friends.

Obviously the two of you had other friends- mainly Sirius, Remus, and Peter- but you two were clearly closer than all the others. You always had been.

“Oi! L/n!” A voice screeched from behind you, and you couldn’t help but inwardly groan. You really didn’t need this today.

Already, you had overslept and been late to alchemy- the one class you didn’t have with James- and then realized that you didn’t do the homework and had left your wand in your dorm by accident. Needless to say, your teacher wasn’t very happy with you, therefore putting you in a miserable mood.

After a very long class, you were finally on your way to the library, where you promised your friends you would meet them for your free period.

Putting on a brave face, you turned on your heel and gave a mocking smile to Bellatrix Lestrange, “To what do I owe the pleasure, Belly?” You teased, knowing how to get under her skin.

A sneer immediately took over her malicious smirk and she growled- yes, physically growled- a little bit, “Listen here, bitch.” She snapped impatiently, “I for one am sick and tired of you and these so called friends of yours thinking Slytherins are perfect targets for your childish pranks.” The deadly smirk returned, “What do you think, boys?”

For the first time in the encounter, a flicker of fear sparked through your chest as you glanced out the corner of your eye to see Severus, Lucius, and Mulicber all menacingly step out of the shadows with dangerous grins.

Your hand subconsciously flew to your pocket, only to inwardly curse yourself for forgetting it on your bed in your rush to get to class that morning.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind getting out of this situation by using your fists, but there were too many of them.

But if there was one thing that you learned in all those years of being friends with Prongs- besides the quick witted comebacks- it was how to keep your cool in bad situations.

“What are we having a party, or something?” You asked with a grin, smoothly nodding to the newcomers in greeting.

“Or something.” Malfoy smirked, his platinum hair making him look like a muggle disco ball in that lighting.

You were about to say so, but Severus just had to open his big mouth before you could, “Look at her, not so tough without those friends of hers… or her wand.”

You stilled at the last part. How had he known?

But thanks to James, you just kept your smirk, and even leaned against a close by wall, “Aww, Snivey. You should know by now that I don’t need my friends… or my wand.”

He turned red from the nickname. A mixture of anger and embarrassment, no doubt.

“Shut your mouth, bitch.” Mulicber snarled, staring down his nose at you.

You threw your head in his direction and flashed a large grin, “Or what?”

“Or we’re just gonna have to teach you a lesson.” Malfoys smirk was as large as his brain was small.

That was when the second spark of fear flashed through your heart. You had no way to defend yourself, you were down some random corridor during class time, nobody could help you. You couldn’t even help yourself.

You acted as if a yawn escaped from you, and though it was very fake, you hoped it was enough to make the group hesitate. Possibly stall them enough for someone to come wandering down the hallway to help you.

It appeared that your prayers had been answered, plus more, when a set of footsteps echoed down the corridor, and James walked into view.

You had never been happier to see the bloody idiot in your whole life.

His eyebrows immediately furrowed at the sight of all the Slytherins that surrounded you, and your lack of wand, but full confidence that he knew right away to be fake.

“Oi!” He snapped, startling the ever advancing group, “Why don’t you gits pick on someone who could actually fight back at the moment?”

When he pulled out his wand, you could have sworn that the temperature dropped about twenty degrees, and the colors on all their faces turned whiter than snow.

They all took scrambling steps back before running down the hallway, knowing that they had just gotten on the wrong side of James Potter, the one that even Satan feared. The one that was willing to do anything to protect those he loved.

Once they were gone, he immediately shoved his wand back into his pocket and rushed over to you, features softening completely.

“Hey, hey, are you alright?” His voice held such concern that you could have started bawling then and there, but you didn’t.

You just grinned, though it was far less convincing than before, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be, Jay?”

A frown tugged on the corner of his lips and he put a gentle hand on your shoulder, “It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. You know that, right?”

That became too much for you. Your bottom lip trembled for about a second before a full on sob escaped your lips and tears began spilling from your eyes.

“Oh, n/n,” He sighed, quickly pulling you to his chest and rubbing your back up and down, “Sh, sh, it’s okay. Hey, don’t you cry on me. They don’t deserve your tears, okay? I promise you, they don’t.”

You let out a sniffle, nodding against the fabric of his shirt, taking in the comforting and familiar scent of your best friend.

“I promise you, it’s going to be okay.” He said gently, eyes glistening with a dangerous glint that promised trouble for those that hurt you.

My Little Bit of Magic 🧙‍♀️- @your-local-questioning-agender @its-hell

(Ps- honorable mention to @bringinsexybackk69 who has been supporting me so much lately ❤️❤️)

[en-hale]

Room For Five ♡‧₊˚

Hyungs x gn!reader ♡‧₊˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

En-Hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 21 !!

SYNOPSIS ≕ You're all pooped out due to your boyfriend's party surprise, but that's not all he has in store for you...

WARNING ≕ 18+/smut (fivesome, blindfolded, rough sex, oral sex - both receiving, multiple orgasms, unprotective sex). Read at your own discretion !

WORD COUNT ≕ 2.0k

AUTHOR'S NOTE ≕ SURPRISE !!!! FIVESOME WITH ENHA HYUNGS! I knew I needed to do something BIG for the last day, and this was the hardest, yet the most thrilling thing I've ever written! You get to choose who's your boyfriend and who the other three are that's fucking you! Have fun and Enjoy! Thank you all that have tuned in to the 21 days of En-Hale Comeback! I'm back baby!!!!!!!

──•°.-ˏˋ ♡ ˊˎ-.°•──

© to en-hale. no translations/reposts etc. (w/out permission!)

Your birthday had been very tiring and hectic. You had a thing for parties or two, but by the time the clock struck 12, it was like your energy drained all at once.

But when you got home, the celebration wasn't over when your adorable boyfriend planned a surprise party for you. since it was your own home, you couldn't avoid it and head to bed, so instead, you ate yet another sugary dessert and a swig of alcohol and could hear your stomach gurgle somewhere in-between. You knew morning you would be having a rough time. The harsh music that pounded your head didn't help much either, but you didn't want to seem ungrateful, so you put on a brave face and danced the rest of the night away.

Eventually, everything dialed down and people started leaving and the night was officially over. You sharply inhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Not a good night?" Your boyfriend asked, his voice deep. The dark of the night made it hard to see him, but the very little light that you did have silhouetted his perfect shape.

"Well," You sighed, chuckling to yourself, "a nice dinner and a quiet day would've suficed too mister party-goer."

He chuckled to himself before coming closer and placing a dainty kiss to your forehead. "Sorry. But it's a big milestone! I just wanted to celebrate it." He sat the both of you down on the sofa, wrapping an arm around the small of your back, pulling you in close. You'd been touching and rubbing and bumping up against bodies all day, but this was the only touch that mattered. You practically melted in his arms.

"I'm kidding. It was a good day, just really packed." You said. "I thought I was a party animal but I think that part of me has died." He gave a deep chuckle in your ear and planted wet kisses to your cheeks.

"Well, do you want to go somewhere else? A lot quieter somewhere else?" He offered.

"Please," You whined. "I know this is our house but I can't stand another minute of looking at my face on plastic cups."

His laugh was deep as he stood. He extended his hand out to you and you took it. You thought about asking questions as to exactly where this place was, but you decided against it. A 30-minute drive later, he pulled up to a fancy hotel, the kind you'd fathom staying the night at after your wedding day.

"I know you've been given many birthday gifts," He began speaking as he drove around for parking. "But this birthday gift is special," he found your thigh and squeezed it. "So I hope you like it." You felt your heart flutter at the possible gifts that he could be mentioning.

And it did that all the way to the check-in and into the room. It was decked out in fancy galore with a view of the city lights and a balcony above the large pool. There was already a bottle of champagne in a tub of ice with roses sprinkled around. You giggled with nerves.

You still didn't get the opportunity to ask what was happening when he seated you on the edge of the bed. He pulled from his back pocket a lacey black scarf and cascaded it over your eyes and tied it tightly.

Everything was dark. Not even the smallest of light seeped through.

"Babe?" Your voice was very quiet. "What --"

He shushed you and his warm finger met your lips. "You'll know soon enough."

And then he went silent. You couldn't hear his breathing or his footsteps. It didn't feel like it was a long time, but you were getting antsy and anxious, so each second passed by in slow motion.

Then suddenly a hand was pressed to your shoulder and urging you to lay against the bed. So you do it without asking questions. But that hand didn't feel familiar to you. Almost like it was too cold and lanky. That wasn't like your boyfrined's hands to feel like that. You felt the bed dip to the side of you and then lips were pressed to yours. These were his lips, you knew that much. So you kissed back, sighing softly as he kissed you gently. The stressful day you had minutes ago washed away as his tongue founds itself in your mouth. You open your mouth wider allowing him more access.

You squealed when you felt hands grip around your waist brushing delicately. It was those cold hands again, but even so, they were large and felt smooth against your skin.

"Is that okay?" It was your boyfriend's voice, and that's when you realized what was going on and what exactly this gift was.

You wanted to smile but you were more nervous than anything. You had to focus hard on his voice through your heart pounding in your ears. So you just suffice with a nod.

"Good. Let me know if it's not," and he's back against your lips twirling his tongue with yours. The hands that were placed around your waist travel their way under your shirt, rubbing small circles against your skin.

With this blindfold on, you had no idea what to expect next out of him or the person he invited in. But it was when you felt the bed dip again that a cord struck in your spine. A dangerously hot hand found your ear and stroked it gently. He continued to toy with it as the other hands rubbed and your boyfriend kissed. Eventually, an inevitable moan left your lips.

As soon as you think there couldn't be any others, you feel your legs being lifted by small yet gentle hands. He rested them on the bed and kissed at your thighs.

This was the point at which you no longer could continue kissing, the sensation of all the different hands put you in overdrive.

"Not too much right?" Your boyfriend whispered to you. You moaned out a no.

You had mentioned maybe once or twice that you were interested in having multiple partners during sex. You worried that he'd get mad or upset, but in surprise, he said he wanted that too. Casual conversations about it carried on every so often, but you had no idea that it would ever carry through, and especially not with 3 other dudes.

"Happy birthday baby," He kissed at your forehead and lifted himself from above you. A few seconds later, the pressure of the bed around you indicated that someone was straddling you, you were sure it was the one with the scorching hot hands. He gave a tester kiss against your lips, but you lifted your hands and wrapped them around his neck, not letting him loose. His lips were just as hot.

You huffed when he let loose of your grasp. He found his way to the side of your neck and kissed roughly. While his lips traveled over your face leaving a wet trail, the others worked hard on getting your clothes off. In seconds, you were lying completely naked in front of four guys.

A part of you wanted to run and hide but another part of you wanted to puff up your chest and ask who's first.

But you don't get the chance to as it's already happening, a watery mouth draped over your nipple and sucked hard. A few moments later, another bent down and did the same to the other side. Your moans escaped like bubbles in the water. While one mouth teased your upper half, you knew your boyfriend's lips all too well and knew they were leaving bruises against your bottom half, near the more sensitive areas.

You trembled beneath them. Your first instinct was to reach out and feel these bodies. each one was soft and covered in lean muscles. You realized they were just as naked as you were.

You trembled harder. The mouths licking around your buds moved in sync down to your stomach and over your thighs. The one above you grinded down slowly and you felt his hardened cock. Your boyfriend had moved back up to your lips and you kissed them hungrily.

But you squealed when a wet sensation played against your fingers. Someone was licking, slowly, and took your entire index finger into their mouth until it was soaking wet. You moaned at how skillful their tongue was at swirling around just your finger. You felt your own self drooling at the mouth. He let go of your finger with a pop and directed it to your heat, mechanically moving it for you. You whined due to the pleasure, but you practically screamed when someone else went down on you. The mouth was warm, a little too warm, and you worried you'd come before it was over. He licked and sucked and soaked you until it was so wet, that it was the only sound in the room.

Your boyfriend stopped kissing you at this point. You were sure he was watching how your face conjured in pleasure, how your back arched off the bed. And then heat was against your face and you knew it was his cock. You grasped it quickly and did the best you could at the angle you were lying in to stroke and suck it harshly.

His groans were deep.

With one more perfectly skillful suck against your heat, you were coming. You tried not to scream, but there was no way you could. So you belted it out until you came down from your high.

But the boys didn't stop there. One grasped your thighs and rolled you over. He gripped your hips and slid you up until you were in the perfect doggy position.

With no warning, the one with the cold hands pushed into you. He was long, a lot longer than you were expecting, and for a moment, you didn't think you'd be able to take it. But he slammed into you, and after a while, the pain was twisted with pleasure.

Your boyfriend's cock was still in your mouth and another one was being jerked in your hand. You felt the last guy sliding his hands against the parts of your body that needed it.

It was like this for a while until the next one wanted a turn and it worked in a rotation. The next dick inside was thick that you felt yourself spreading again. Then there was the familiar cock of your perfect boyfriend who soothed it from its prior workout. the last guy knew how to move his hips and he was right on the bullseye each time.

One's moans get louder and louder and you felt a warm liquid hit your back. Then the second then thirds, and the fourth who, with your permission, came inside. Gosh, was it hot.

You didn't feel like you could release again from how strong your first one was, but as your boyfriend moved back to your come-filled heat, he thrusted fast and hard with his thick fingers, licking and kissing at your skin until you tensed up and came. You felt yourself spilling out and tears brimmed your eyes and threatened to spill.

This was overwhelming but the best thing you had ever experienced. Ever.

He withdrew his fingers. "Happy birthday."

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All Too Well - Chapter One

Ko-Fi | Fic Masterpost | Chapter List

Warnings: Rated M for swearing, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no post or update. Life got in the way. Until I went to the cinema to watch Eternals and got inspiration in the form of this lad. This is just a mini-series insert that follows the events of the film. I had to. 

Word Count - 1.6k

Chapter One

Being stuck on an evolving planet for 7,000 years had its challenges. For starters, evolution was a long and arduous process. And when you’re put in charge of protecting an entire species from murderous deviants with a handful of Eternals that you’d never known until you’d woken up, it puts everyone in a difficult position. 

Think not of yourself, but of the humans. Work hard, play hard, trust in Arishem. 

When you’d first landed on Earth, Druig had been the first to introduce himself to you. There was something about him that struck you immediately; not his knowing stares or his subtle cockiness or his impressive power, but the almost ticklish way his voice surrounded you with every syllable. 

“Who are you?” he’d asked, beneath the statue of Arishem on your ship. You told him your name, and he shook your hand. Within seconds, his shoulders had relaxed. He let out a deep breath. “You—you just did that? You just calmed me?” 

You pulled your hand from his. “I was created to do this,” you explained, smiling at him. “And you are?”

“Druig,” he answered, shooting you back gleaming smirk. “I can alter their minds,” he let out. 

“Only if you need to?” you raised a brow at him. He chuckled to himself. 

“Only if I need to,” 

What followed was a thousand years of fighting, protecting. The Eternals fought valiantly under Arishem’s wishes, and when you all grew to know each other; life was better. 

You threw a stone into the deep, vast canyon below you. “Do you ever think about what else could be out there? Away from Babylon?” 

Druig laughed behind you, strolling towards you. “You’d have to be an idiot to not believe there was more than this,” you turned to him. 

“Then why don’t we go?” you questioned. 

“You know Arishem’s orders as well as you know my face,” he said, peering at you from the side. You smiled to yourself, ignoring the warmth that welled in your gut. Druig liked to flirt. 

“Ah yes... you have a nose, I think. Eyes too, maybe?” you quipped. He kissed his teeth, turning swiftly to grab you by the shoulders. You let him pull you towards him, eyes on eyes, face to face. 

“Come on,” he said. “You know it better than that,” his eyes skimmed your own face with some kind of schoolboy excitement. It was just Druig. He just liked the flirt, that was all. 

“I guess I don’t know Arishem’s orders as well as I should,” you said, whispering slightly. You loved it when you left him stumped for a response, just for those few seconds, before the cogs in his magnificent brain started to whir and picked the perfect comeback. 

“I’ll get Phastos to invent something to make you remember. You can carry me around in your pocket, so you never forget,” 

You smiled. He smiled back. It was always the same, but you loved the feeling of him being near. After each battle, he’d come to you. You’d calm him, while his presence calmed you already. Physical touch was something he enjoyed, you found. The subtleness of fingers skimming skin, the playfulness of an elbow or a fist to your ribs. 

There was a time where you thought this could be it, and you’d be happy for however long you had to spend time on this planet. Druig, the others. You felt honoured to be part of their ranks and to know them personally. 

How Thena and Gilgamesh were inseparable. The bond between Sersi and Ikaris. Sprite’s ease when making everyone laugh. Phastos’s incredible mind and Kingo’s egotistical smile that you couldn’t hate even if you’d wanted to. Makkari’s playfulness that left you in stitches and Ajak’s strength as a leader— and then there was Druig. He was everything. 

You’d always been giddy, with a smile stamped on your face at every deviant defeat, pre-fight talk, personal time with your other Eternals. 

Until the day he left—

“Thena, Thena,” you whispered, wrapping her in your arms. “You’re safe. You’re back now,” you held her hands tightly, feeling her shaking limbs. That’s what you were good at—emotions. Calming. Your powers weren’t the same as that of Gilgamesh or Ikaris; not made for combat, but useful for humans themselves, or the aftermath of each deviant battle. 

Sometimes you questioned why Arishem made you this way; weak, compared to your counterparts; kind, to the point of no return. 

Kingo had always joked of the strange friendship you and Druig had. You were so different, both in mind and strength, personality and presentation. Druig valued his power, his charm; unlike you who chose a more selfless route in your time. The one thing you had in common were the humans, though. Which is what created this mess in the first place. 

“The only solution to this is to erase her memories,” Ajak confirmed sullenly. 

“What?” Sersi let out. “No... surely there has to be another way,”

“She won’t be Thena anymore if you do that, Ajak—,” you chimed in, but stopped as Ajak raised her hand in silence. 

“Arishem has spoken,” 

“No,” Druig said strongly. “You really think this is right, do you? Erasing Thena’s mind, allowing the humans that we’ve helped grow stronger and stronger to destroy themselves?” 

“Remember your place, Druig. Who are you to question Arishem’s wishes?” Ajak spoke up, sending him a stern glare. You moved from the centre table and jumped to the floor softly. You approached Druig calmly, gently, laying your hand upon his forearm.

“Druig—,”

“No,” he yelled, pulling himself away from you. “Don’t do that thing on me. You were made to suppress our emotions, don’t you get that? Why did Arishem give us consciousness and sentience if he wanted us to follow him blindly?” 

You were taken aback, stepping backwards in hurt at his harsh words. When he caught your eye, you could read his mind. His eyes were seething, his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists. You’d always known Druig capable of making his own path—but not like this. 

Arishem, please not like this. 

“I refuse to be part of this. Humans deserve more than this false display of safety and love,” 

No. 

“What do you mean?” you whispered it, staying in place as your throat began to dry. 

“I’ll protect them myself. Live alongside them, keep them safe,” you could see in his eyes that he was being serious. Ajak didn’t speak up; no one did. It was as if they’d already accepted this was the route he would take. 

“No, no—wait,” you said, trying not to cry. “You can’t leave,” you prayed. You turned to the others, desperation all over your face. “Please—he can’t leave. He—,”

“Come with me,” Druig spoke up. 

You clamped your eyes shut as he spoke, allowing the silence afterwards to fill you up. When you finally opened your eyes, he had walked towards you; close. 

“You’re asking me to choose?” you whispered, feeling emotions within yourself that you’d never thought possible. Anger, rage. A sadness so large that you couldn’t find words to speak. 

“You said it yourself. There’s more out there. Come with me,” he urged for the second time. You felt pulled, like you were the rope in a tug of war between Druig and your home. 

You snapped your gaze to Ajak. “You’re not going to say anything?” you bit your lip, trying to keep down your rising anger. “None of you are going to say anything?”

They stayed as silent as the night, but their eyes shone with grief. 

“Hey,” Druig suddenly grabbed you by the elbow. “Look at me,” 

Look at him. 

Within a second, your mind had calmed, your emotions being trodden down by the incredible urge to drop everything and follow him. Follow him to somewhere new, to oblivion, with the humans that you and he both wanted to protect. You didn’t have the thoughts to notice his eyes were glowing golden.

Not until you forced yourself to blink. 

That’s when your heart dropped into your stomach. 

“Get off me!” you yelled. He’d just used his power on you for the first time. For the last time. The silence was terrifying, as was the look on your face. Your fellow Eternals stared between you and Druig, their eyes awash with shock far greater than during any deviant attack. 

You were angry. You had yelled. You. 

Druig’s expression dropped to the floor immediately, as he stepped back slowly and held his hands out. “I’m sorr—,”

“You really think me so weak that you could control me if you tried? You really thought it okay to even try at all?” you yelled, standing your ground as a poisonous feeling rushed through your blood. “I know you think I’m weak, you all do, but how dare you try to force me to do anything that is against my own will,” 

Druig bit his lower lip, his eyes glassy but still containing an inconsolable rage that, for once, you didn’t want to fix. 

“Go,” you said, and his eyes snapped onto yours. 

“You—,” he started, before you screamed so loudly that the ground shook beneath your very feet. 

“Go!” you screamed. Druig stepped backwards once more, the hurt on his face turning into anger as fast as your calmness had. 

He looked at each Eternal in turn, nodding slowly to them before he swivelled on his heels and started descending the palace steps. 

“Druig,” you said through clenched teeth. He stopped abruptly, perhaps hoping that you’d say goodbye, or sorry, or decide to go with him then and there. He looked so hopeful, but you were too angry to care. “Don’t come back,”

He didn’t. 

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Love Bloomıng

❒ pairing - evelyn x mingyu

❒ word count - 0.8k

❒ synopsis - evelyn fights back certain feelings

❒ time - march 2022

❒ warnings - none

The noise in the practice room died down as the day finally came to a close and members were leaving the building for the day. After a long and exhausting practice day for the upcoming comeback and Caratland just around the corner, the members were eager to get back to the dorms and finally get a chance to relax. They had spent many weeks preparing and it was finally getting down to the wire of the release date, so the excitement was definitely at an all time high for everyone.

Evelyn was wrapping up her phone charger to place in her backpack when she felt a tap on her back.

“You coming with?” Joshua asked, swinging his coat around and putting it on, “A few of us were gonna go find somewhere to eat.”

Evelyn threw back a smile as she zipped her bag closed, “I’m pretty exhausted and might just head back to the dorms. I’ll catch up with you guys later. Thanks for the invite though.”

Joshua nodded and waved goodbye as he headed out into the hallway. Evelyn waved back as the door closed leaving her alone in the practice room. She was typically the last one to leave anyway, so being alone never really bothered her. She pulled out her phone as she stood up and the time read just a little past 5:30. Even though she would’ve loved to stay and work on the new choreography, it was the perfect amount of time to quickly wash up and head home before it got super dark outside.

“Now who in their right mind put those at the top?” Evelyn stood on her toes reaching for the towels that were inconveniently placed on the top shelf in the hall closet outside the practice room, just barely out of her reach. Normally the towels all of the members used for their face and neck after practice were placed at a decent level for all of the shorter members. But clearly whoever did the laundry last forgot the memo.

With no luck of finding something to stand on, her only chance at getting to those towels was to climb up the doorframe. Not the smartest option she could’ve came up with, but she needed those towels.

“Alright Evelyn, don’t fall. You need to be well for Caratland.” She thought to herself, bracing her right foot against the right side of the frame, “You can do this.” Lifting her left foot up, she pressed against the left side of the frame and pushed until she was off of the ground.

“NONONONO,” a voice boomed down the hallway just as she was about to climb further.

Evelyn turned her head toward the sound and found Mingyu sprinting down the hallway towards her like he was running a marathon. She hopped down off of the frame just as he approached her, breathing heavily.

“What were you even doing,”

She stood on her toes and pointed to the top of the closet with a frown, “Someone put the towels on the top shelf in the back and I needed them.”

“You could’ve asked for help first before becoming a spider monkey,” He stood up straight again, “And you could’ve twisted your ankle on the way down and been out for the fan meet.”

“Yeah, well there wasn’t anyon-'' She stopped herself and looked at him confused, “Wait, why are you still here? I thought you left with the others.”

He brought his phone out from his back pocket and waved it a little, “I left my phone on the table in the practice room, I wasn’t too far gone, so I just turned around to get it.” Mingyu grabbed the towels from the top shelf with ease and handed them over to Evelyn who accepted them graciously.

“What were you still doing here then?”

Evelyn closed the closet door as the pair headed up the hallway, “Everyone left quickly and I was just heading to get cleaned up.”

“I was heading to eat with the members but they are probably long gone by now,” He said as they stopped outside of the women’s restroom, “I could wait for you if you wanted and we can get food ourselves somewhere. I’ll pay!”

“U-Um yeah just give me a few minutes to clean up a little,” Evelyn didn’t let him see the blush starting to form on her cheeks as she looked away, quickly going towards the restroom door, “I’ll be right out.”

She opened the door going inside and shutting the door quickly. Going towards the mirror she could confirm that her face was about ten shades redder than normal. She placed the towels down on the lid of the toilet, and gripped either side of the sink, willing herself to calm down.

“Do not form a crush Evelyn Park,” She told herself, staring back at her flushed reflection, “Don’t do it.”

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Dummy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is the only one of the Avengers who doesn’t tease you for being a little slow 

Masterlist

Now you weren’t exactly dumb.

You were just a little slow.

When you joined the Avengers last year, the team learned pretty quickly that your mind moved at a different pace than everyone else. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing and it didn’t keep you from doing your job, it just meant you were the butt of most of the jokes. Every time one of your blunders happened, your intelligence would be mocked in some way. You knew it was all in good fun, but it hurt to it feelings every now and then. The only person who never poked fun at you was Peter. And for that reason, he was your favorite on the team.

“How are there 23 minutes left in this movie and I still don’t know any of the characters names?” Steve wondered as you all sat in the couch in Stark Towers, watching a movie on a particularly rainy afternoon.

“I think the main kids name is Phoenix. That’s all I got though.” Sam shook his head, just as confused as Steve.

“The dogs name is Benson.” Bucky mumbled quietly.

“Who names their kid Phoenix?” Peter wondered out loud as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth. The two of you were tucked into the corner of the couch, sharing a blanket and bowl of popcorn. You looked at him like he was crazy when you heard his question.

“Ummm, Joaquin Phoenix’s parents.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You turned your attention back to the movie as a silence settled in the room. You felt everyone’s eyes on you after a minute and looked around to see everyone staring at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“What?” You asked shyly, shrinking down a little in your seat in discomfort.

“That’s his last name.” Sam stated, chuckling a little under his breath. You realized your mistake and felt your face heat up.

“Oh.” You mumbled, your voice getting drowned out as the rest of the Avengers laughed at your expense.

“Did she really just say that?” Nat looked at the group with a playful smile. Everyone, excluding Peter, nodded as their laughter died down.

“Oh my God.” Steve chuckled. “That’s so stupid.”

There was that word again.

He didn’t mean it maliciously. Steve was the kinda of guy who ushered spiders into a magazine so he could let them outside. And yet, it still stung when he said that word.

Stupid.

You smiled sheepishly and tried to focus on the movie, snuggling closer to Peters side until it ended. You were fully aware that he was the only one who didn’t laugh, and you loved him that.

And maybe you loved him for a few other reasons too.

~

“Alright. Who has money for the subway?” Sam asked the group as he patted his empty pockets. You were on another late night trip to get cookies from a specific shop in Times Square, leaving without Tony’s knowledge. Everyones hands went to their pockets and collectively made a face.

“Not me.” Rhodey shrugged.

“I don’t have any.” Bruce added.

“I don’t even have pockets.” Nat realized.

“I have gum.” Peter proudly produced a silver wrapper from his pocket. “Oh wait, it’s just a wrapper.”

“You’re telling me we’re earth’s mightiest heroes and we’re broke?” Sam shook his head is disdain.

“I gave my last dollar to a guy in the subway for playing music.” Peter defended himself.

“What was he playing?” You asked him as you tiredly leaned against his arm.

“A mandolin.” Peter answered, making your face scrunch up.

“That’s a language.” You laughed at him slightly, feeling empowered by having the upper hand. Everyone looked at you and a few of them snorted.

“Mandarin is a language.” Bruce said gently, not wanting to embarrass you further. “Not mandolin.” 

“What?” You blinked in confusion and looked to Peter for answers.

“A mandolin is an instrument, dummy.” Sam chortled. You smiled tightly as the group laughed at your mistake, looking down to hide your blush.

“Oh. Sorry. My bad.” You laughed shyly as you tucked your hair behind your ear and pretending to read a nearby sign.

“That’s okay.” Peter spoke up in your defense. “They sound really similar. Plus like, French, French Horn. Who knows what’s going on?”

“Yeah.” Bucky said softly. “Or like, bra’s aren’t pointy anymore.”

Bruce nodded like it made perfect sense and Sam just shook his head as he texted.

“What?” You whispered to Peter, not knowing what he meant.

“He’s from the 1920s. He’s still adjusting.” Peter whispered to you out of the corner of his mouth before looking at Bucky. “That’s the spirit. Kind of.”

“FRIDAY is sending a car.” Sam informed the group. “This is never happening again. The cookies aren’t that good.”

“They’re pretty good.” Rhodey shrugged, but wanting the late Nate tradition to end. Sam looked at him for a moment before breaking into a smile.

“Hell yeah they are. Let’s do this again tomorrow.”

~

Bruce found you in the lab the next day with a pin between your teeth and a pencil behind your ear. Papers with drawings of suits were scattered around the table as you measured a piece of black fabric.

“What are you doing?” Bruce wondered as he took a seat across from you. You glanced up at him before marking a dot on the fabric.

“Mr. Stark asked me to help him with the new suits. I’m trying to make a fabric template for Nat’s gloves.” You told him as you smoothed the fabric out.

“Is it hard?” He asked, watching you intently as you worked.

“Not really.” You shrugged and took a step back to examine your work. “Okay. How many holes do we need? 1,2,3,4,5.” You counted your fingers. “Okay. Five holes.”

You sat back down and put five dots where her fingers would be to mark where you had to cut. You heard a slight chuckle from Bruce and looked up at him curiously.

“Did you just count your fingers?” He asked slowly, wanting to make sure he saw what he thought he had. “To know how many fingers Nat has?”

Your face burned when you realized how dumb you looked, in front of a scientific genius no less.

“Oh, Uh, yeah.” You stammered, feeling very insecure with him watching you now. You moved slower than before and second guessed moves you’d already made a hundred times. Bruce sensed your discomfort and got out of his seat, tapping the table twice as he thought.

“Have you ever heard the expression “the lights are on but nobody’s home’?” He asked you and you were grateful he changed the subject.

“Yeah, I think I have.” You smiled, proud of yourself for knowing something.

“It reminds me of you.” Bruce said so politely that you didn’t realize it was an insult at first. He left the lab to find Tony, leaving you feeling embarrassed and a little hurt. Everyone knew Bruce could hurt you ten times worse with his words than the Hulk could with his fists, you’d just never been his target before. You slumped down in your seat and continued making the gloves, your mood significantly dampened from before he came in the room.

~

You walked into the kitchen the next morning, sleepily rubbing your eyes. You pressed a chaste kiss on Peters shoulder as you passed him, also more affectionate to your best friend when you were half asleep. You smiled at Rhodey, who was seated at the bar and skimming through a newspaper.

“Did you eat yet?” You asked him through a yawn as you got out yogurt and fruit for yourself.

“No. I needed my coffee first.” He smiled sleepily at you and held up his mug.

“Oh, you mean your sugar with a spoonful of coffee?” You teased him. “Yeah, it’s good you got that out of the way.”

“I prefer it this way. The sugar wakes me up.” Peter defended his drink as he took a sip.

“That’s what the caffeine is supposed to do, mi amor.” You laughed as you ruffled his bed head ridden hair. He was about to make a comeback when his stomach rumbles loudly.

“Someone’s hungry.” You remarked. “Do you want eggs?”

“No thanks.” Peter shook his head. “I can’t eat eggs alone.”

“Well I’m here. And Rhodey’s right there, so you’re not alone.” You told him. “And I can grab Steve and Bucky. They’re just in the other room.”

Rhodey looked up from his newspaper with raised eyebrows and looked at Peter. Peter set his mug down and made a face at Rhodey that told him not to say anything. You looked between the two of them in confusion as you wondered what was going on.

“I meant alone as in without toast, sweetness.” Peter said gently, not wanting you to feel dumb for misunderstanding. “But I am glad you’re here.”

“Oh.” You faked a smile and shrugged like it was no big deal. Peter had handled the situation with ease and you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you normally would. That is until…

“You know, Y/n, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” Rhodey nodded before going back to his newspaper. You froze with your spoonful of yogurt midway to your mouth and looked at him. He didn’t actually call you dumb, but it was implied. You looked at Peter to see if he was thinking the same thing, but his face had nothing but kindness on it.

“You are pretty.” He agreed with Rhodey. “But you’re a lot of other things too.”

You cracked a smile and rubbed his back for a moment in appreciation.

“Thanks Peter.” You said softly and went back to your breakfast. Not wanting to worry him, you ignored the way Rhodey’s comment made you feel and tried to push it from your mind. But no hard you tried to focus on other things, you had one thought prodding at the back of your head.

You were dumb.

~

A week went by without anyone poking fun at your intelligence. You had a sneaking suspicion Peter had something to do with the lack of comments, but you said nothing. It was nice to have a break from all the teasing and it made hanging out with the team more enjoyable. You all lingered around the kitchen one day, eating all different kinds of lunch when Tony came in the room.

“Eat up, funky bunch.” He clapped his hands. “We have a mission in Alaska to train for and I need all hands on deck. Cap, do you think you can teach Peter that spinny thingy you do?”

“I can try.” Steve looked at Peter and nodded.

“Great. I’m getting a manicure. I’ll be back around noon.” Tony informed you all.

“Wait, I thought you said all hands on deck.” You tilted your head at him.

“I did. Which I why I have to make sure my hands look the best.” Tony waved flirtatiously, wiggling his fingers around like a teenage girl. He smirked as his action was met with some eye rolls and a few chuckles before leaving the room.

“I can’t believe we’re going to Alaska.” Peter nudged you excitedly and you smiled with glee.

“Is Alaska the same as the North Pole? Or am I thinking of Antarctica?” Sam wondered out loud.

“No. The North Pole is all the way at the top. Alaska is below California. Like by Texas.” You said confidently, proud that you knew information that someone else didn’t. Your pride quickly dissipated when you saw the teams faces twist in amusement.

“Wait a minute.” Steve looked at you like you were joking. You shrugged, letting him know you weren’t. Sam burst out laughing and clapped his hands as the rest of the team began to laugh.

“Absolutely not.” Sam grinned as he wiped a tear from his eye.

“Yes it is.” You insisted. “Look at any US map. It’s on the bottom by Hawaii.”

You were getting angry now. You knew you were right this time and they were still teasing you.

“No.” Bucky shook his head is dismissal. “No.”

“Alaska is below California on every map I’ve ever seen. You’re telling me I’m wrong?” You our your hand on your hip and stared at them.

“100%. I am 100% telling you you’re wrong.” Sam said between his laughter. Peter came to your side and showed you a picture of a map on his phone.

“Alaska is US territory but it’s not connected to the rest of the states. They just put it below California on maps to show it’s a part of the US. Thats not actually where it’s located.” He said quietly. You looked at the map for a few seconds before you realized he was right. And if he was right…

You were wrong.

“Oh.” You smiled apologetically and averted your eyes. “Oops.”

You turned around and pretending to clean up the kitchen to hide your searing blush. Your fingers clenched around your sponge when you heard the teasing laughter from behind you.

“Sometimes I wonder how you made it out of high school.” Steve joked as he threw out the crusts of his sandwich. The comment stung you and you began to scrub the counter faster so you could leave the room sooner. Peter could see your shoulders tense and put a reassuring hand on your back. You gave him a tight lipped smiled before putting your dish in the sink.

“I’m still wondering how she made it out of first grade.” Nat teased you and she poked your side.

“I can’t believe she made it out of the womb in the first place with nobody telling her where to go.” Sam said, making everyone laugh loudly. You abruptly threw a dish in the sink, making everyone go silent. You tuned around slowly and faked a smile.

“Haha. Yeah.” You forced a laugh. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

You swiftly left the room before anyone could catch your tears. You felt stupid for even getting upset over it, but their words hurt. Feeling like you were always the dumbest person in the room was taking a toll on you, especially when you weren’t the only one who felt that way. Peter watched you leave with sympathetic eyes, feeling his own frustration bubble at the sound of the team laughing at you. He thought they had listened the first time he told them to stop making fun of you, but they clearly hadn’t. After seeing the pained look on your face, Peter made a decision.

It was never going to happen again.

~

“Ugh. I’m never gonna get this right.” Peter groaned as he messed up the move Steve was trying to teach him once again.

“You’re getting too much inside your head. Just let it happen naturally.” Steve instructed as he resumed his stance. Peter tried the move again, wiping out and landing on his side with a thud. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you spared with Nat.

“I can’t.” Peter got up and rubbed his arm. “I can’t do it.”

Steve nodded, like he was accepting Peters defeat. You stopped sparing and looked at Peter.

“Yes you can. Come on, Peter.” You encouraged him. “Everyone told Van Gogh that he couldn’t be an artist because he only had one ear but he did it anyway.”

The room feel silent, as it often did when you spoke, and everyone looked down.

“Oh dear Lord.” Rhodey sighed and hung his head and he snickered. You could see everyone else fighting back laughter or cracking a smile, yet saying nothing.

“What?” You crossed your arms in annoyance, looming to Peter for help.

“He chopped his ear off after becoming an artist.” Peter said kindly. “He wasn’t born without one.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tony beat you to it.

“Speaking of ears, do you think of you shone a light in one of Y/n’s ears, it would come out the other ear?” Tony quipped, making everyone laugh. The tips of your ears burned as that feeling of stupidity sunk in again. You undid the Velcro on your boxing gloves and pretended to wipe sweat from your face as you rushed to the bin where the gloves went. You kept your back to the group and pretending to be putting your gloves away when you were really concealing your pained expression.

“Yes.” Nat jeered. “Yes I do.”

Your shoulders slumped with exhaustion as you turned around, making every effort to keep your face neutral. Your face didn’t give away any signs of sadness, but your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the bin gave your true feelings away. Peter noticed this and felt his jaw clench. If you weren’t gonna tell them to stop, he was.

“Leave her alone, guys.” He commanded the crowd before looking at you. “Thanks for the encouragement, Y/n. I’m gonna keep trying.”

“It’s fine.” You nodded curtly. “I’m gonna hit the showers. I’ll see you guys at dinner.”

You walked out of the gym, pausing in place when you heard Sams voice.

“Hit the showers?” He laughed. “We just started.”

“Shhh. Don’t confuse the poor girl any further.” Bruce joked back. You looked back at the gym with your eyebrows knit together, taking a quiet step closer to hear what they were saying about you without you there.

“She’s probably like, ‘whats this magic closet that makes rain?’” Rhodey imitated your voice, making you sound as dense as possible.

“Knock it off guys. It’s not funny.” Peter snapped, but the teasing continued.

“Or like, ‘this shampoo says it adds volume, but I used it and I can’t hear any louder than before’.” Tony mocked you, skipping around a little like a child. Your face contorted in misery as they made fun of you. You knew who they really were, and they were good people. They didn’t intend to hurt your feelings, they were only joking around like they did with everyone. Steve was teased all the time for his old fashioned dialect and no one lets Tony live down the kimono incident. Still, all their insults and mockery cut you like a knife.

“Ahh, I love that girl.” Nat shook her head with a smile. “She’s so dumb.”

“She may be slow, but she’s entertaining as hell.” Sam nodded in agreement.

“I said knock it off.” Peter repeated, getting a reaction this time.

“Aw. Peters mad because we’re teasing his girlfriend.” Nat pouted and pinched Peters cheek. She quickly realized how wholesome she was being and punched Bucky in the face to maintain her lethal assassin persona.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter grumbled. Now that you were out of the room, he was the next target.

“He’s right. Hey, maybe that’s why you guys haven’t gotten together yet.” Rhodey shrugged. “She’s too stupid to realize you’re in love with her.”

That was all you had to hear. You ran towards your with tears running down your face. Thanks to Peters advanced heating, he heard every heavy footstep.

“Okay. Maybe she is a little slow.” Peter shook his head in disdain at the team. “But you guys are idiots.”

~

You were quiet the entire way to Alaska, keeping to yourself and silently looking out the window. Peter attempted to talk to you once or twice, but he could tell you wanted to be alone. The Avengers completed the mission within a few hours with minor damage to the area. Peter focused on his job but found himself looking for you every now and then, being as you usually stayed together during missions. He didn’t see you anywhere and assumed you were doing your own thing on the other side of the field. He heart rest assured when he saw you boarding the jet, still looking reserved and aloof from the rest of the team. You took a seat by the window and rested your chin on your hand, looking out at the bleak landscape in front of you as the jet took off. Peter didn’t engage in small talk with the rest of the team and wistfully stared at you instead, silently willing you to cheer up.

“I think that went pretty well.” Rhodey nodded and the team agreed. “But where were you the whole time, Y/n? Picking daisies?”

Peter held his breath as you slowly turned around. You gave Rhodey a frigid smile and shook your head.

“We came during a blizzard so I used my powers to create a heated force field around the area we were in to prevent frostbite and give you guys and easier time seeing in the snow. We were also at a higher altitude than any of us are used to so I kept the air pressure to sea level standard.” You said simply. “And I assumed there would be smoke from the battle so I rounded up the nearby animals and made a separate for field around them to protect their lungs.”

The room went silent, something you were used to at this point. But instead of everyone falling silent because they were laughing at you, they were impressed.

“Oh.” Rhodey blinked in surprise, not expecting the answer he was given.

“I also picked this flower.” You smiled proudly as you produced a Forget Me Not from your lap. Peter couldn’t keep the grin from breaking through on his face. You were the center of attention once again, but in a good way this time. Everyone was pleasantly surprised with what you had done and it showed.

“I didn’t think about the altitude.” Nat realized.

“I had no idea there was a blizzard.” Steve added, looking dumbfounded.

“Because I kept you from knowing.” You shrugged. “I wanted you guys to focus on the mission.”

“I mean, I knew. I just didn’t tell you guys because I was so distracted by my buffed and polished nails.” Tony twiddled his fingers again, showing off his freshly manicured nails. You all laughed, breaking the tension in the jet.

“Well look at that.” Sam looked impressed. “Y/n knew something we didn’t.”

It was almost a compliment, but it still made you feel insecure. You didn’t want it to be this mind boggling every time you did something useful.

“Thanks, Y/n. That was really smart.” Peter said softly as he patted your knee. You put your hand over his and squeezed it. It was the first time someone called your smart, and it made you feel good.

“It was really smart.” Sam said skeptically. He stared at you for a moment before poking your side.

“What are you doing?” You swatted his hand away.

“Just making sure you’re still in there.” He eyed you suspiciously. Peter could sense the attention was making you uncomfortable and changed the subject.

“Are we almost home?” He asked Tony before peering out the window. The flight was a little over 7 hours on a normal plane, but the Stark jet was much quicker. The flight would only take a few hours, but Peter was not known for being patient.

“Yes, Peter. We are almost back at the tower. You can get your diaper changed and your bottle as soon as we get back.” Tony sassed him, making him shrink in his seat. Your body language had completely changed and your were now sitting straight, facing the group. Peter was glad you were feeling better and didn’t even mind Tony’s comment.

“Guys, let’s be civil. We’re all tired. We all want to get home.” You said calmly. “Let’s just focus on how pretty the sky looks tonight. Isn’t is pretty, Peter?”

He gazed at your profile as you looked out the window at the stars, admiring how pretty you looked from the side.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.” He conceded without ever taking his eyes off you. You shot him a smile before looking straight ahead at the dashboard.

“Wow, the moon is huge!” You pointed time a large yellow crescent that could be seen through the window.

“That’s literally the reflection of my banana on the windshield.” Tony deadpanned. He may have been right, but it still looked pretty.

“Should we make a wish?” You asked Peter, ignoring Tony’s comment.

“On the banana?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded. “On the banana.”

“Why?” Rhodey asked. “It’s not like people wish on the moon.”

“It feels like we should.” You said with confidence.

“Yep. She’s still in there.” Sam chuckled. And just like that, your confidence receded.

“I hate it here.” Bucky sighed heavily and tuned out of the conversation.

“It must be so peaceful being you, Y/n.” Tony remarked.

“Why do you say that?” You wondered.

“Because instead of thinking about your problems and mistrials, you simply don’t think at all.” Tony said suavely. In only a better for minutes, you’d gone from being the hero to the laughing stock of the group. The sly comments and taunting laughter made you feel like you should stop opening your mouth entirely. You faked a smile and turned back towards the window, tuning out the rest of the way home. Peter chewed his lip as he stared at you, feeling useless to helping you out. The team just wouldn’t let up, no matter how many times he told them to stop. Knowing you weren’t in the mood to talk, he scooted closer to you and put a comforting hand on your back. You smiled warmly at him and rested your head on his shoulder, listening to him point out the constellations the whole way home.

~

The next day, you and Peter were sitting in the balcony, working on some new gadgets for Mr. Stark when Peter made a startling discovery.

“Where’s my right web shooter?” Peter stood up in a panic when he realized it was missing. “I left it right here.”

“Maybe a bird carried it off.” You shrugged as you twisted a tiny screw into Peters left web shooter.

“I’m being serious, Y/n.” Peter stated. “Mr. Stark is going to kill me and turn me into a decorative rug if I lost it.”

“I’m being serious too. We live in New York and I see birds around here all the time.” You told him as you continued your work. “And you know the pigeons here are feral. A bird probably stole it to pay for his child support.”

Peter usually entertained your antics and joined in with his own batch of sarcasm, but he wasn’t in the mood. His web shooter was missing and their were actual stakes involved. Without his web shooter, he couldn’t be Spiderman. And without Spider-Man, he couldn’t be an Avenger.

“Can you be serious for once?“ Peter whined, picking up everything on the table to look under it.

“I’m just saying it’s possible, Peter. You never know.” You insisted as you put your screw driver down to help him look. You began looking in the flower pots on the windowsill that you and Peter had planted. Peter stopped his search for a moment, growing angry with you for wasting time. He didn’t know if you were joking around or genuine believed his web shooter was in the flower pots, but it made him frustrated nonetheless. A combination of his lack of sleep and stress over losing the webshooter manifested into a moment of unchecked rage.

“No, it’s not possible.” He snapped. “A bird didn’t steal my web shooter. God, do you have to be so stupid?” 

 The word hung in the air for a moment, settling in to the both of you. Peters eyes immediately softened, feeling instant regret for what he had said. You stopped trifling through the plants and slowly turned around.

“What?” You asked quietly. Peter tightened his lips into a line and tried to justify what he had said.

“I try to defend you but you make it so hard. Can you help me out a little here and not be so…” He trailed off when he realized he had only made it worse. Your face hardened and you looked disappointed in Peter, which killed him. He would have preferred anger or even sadness, but the disappointment killed him.

“So what?” You shrugged. “Finish your sentence Peter.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“No, really, go ahead.” You stated coldly. “You got this far. So what, Peter?”

He looked at you for a moment, getting that feeling of wishing you could turn back time just a few seconds to fix a mistake.

“So dumb all the time.” He finished his sentence with an unsteady voice. Your face scrunched up in a pained expression as you sucked in and let out a shaky breath.

“You were the only one who never called me that.” You whimpered before moving past him and going inside. Peter watched you through the open balcony doors as you disappeared into the hallway with a heavy heart. His mouth was open to apologize, but you were long gone. He’d seen you being ridiculed so many times already, and now he was the one doing it. All that talk about it never happening again, only for him to be the reason it happened. Peter couldn’t live with himself for another minute without you knowing how sorry he was. He took a step towards the doorway until he heard a pigeon land on the table. He watched it curiously for a moment as it pecked at the screwdriver you had been using before picking it up with its beak. It flew over to the edge and began to walk along the railing, still keeping the screwdriver in his mouth. Peter followed the pigeon, walking all the way down the balcony to find a large nest in the corner. He watched as it dropped the screwdriver into its nest, right next to his web shooter.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter.” Peter said in disbelief. Peter watched as baby pigeons poked out from inside the web shooter to greet the other pigeon.

“Holy shit. A bird stole my web shooter for his kids.” Peters eyes widened even more than they already were. Realized struck him and his shoulders slumped.

“She was right.” He mumbled, angry at himself more than ever. “I yelled at her and she was right.”

Peter wasted no time in rescuing his web shooter from the birds, offering them a nice biodegradable coffee cup in its place, and ran to the kitchen to make you a peace offering. He knocked softly on your door and didn’t wait for an answer before going in.

“I made you this cup of tea as an apology.” Peter stiffly held out a mug with an awkward smile on his face. You looked at Peter from your bed, eyes puffy like you had been crying. You stared at each other for a long time, you with a death glare and Peter with his awkward smile. Neither of you said a word as Peter continued to hold out the mug. After two full minute of silence, a bead of sweat ran down Peters face as he looked around nervously, never breaking his smile. You let out an angry sigh and decided to throw him a bone, crossing the room to accept his mug. You looked into the cup for a moment before looking back at Peter.

“This is empty.” You deadpanned.

“I don’t know how to make tea.” Peter whispered, never breaking eye contact.

“I’ve seen you make it.” You snapped.

“I forgot how to do it.” Peters eyes shifted nervously to the side.

“Bucky was in the kitchen, wasn’t he?”

“I know he hates me.” Peter talked over you as you groaned. “I know he does.”

“Just go away.” You tried to close the door but he kept it open.

“No.” Peter said firmly. “I came in here to apologize.”

“You see this?” You held up the mug for a Peter to see. “It’s my cup of care. And look at that” ,you dumped the cup over, “it’s empty.”

Peter stared at your demonstration with raised eyebrows, surprised that you were still able to be sarcastic when he hurt you. Peter took the mug from your hands and set it on the ground before slowly looking up at your face.

“You’re not stupid.” He said softly with all the sincerity his heart could give. You scoffed and folded your arms, looking to the side when you felt tears sting your eyes.

“Yes I am.” You said like you fully believed it, which was Peters worse fear. “Everyone says so. Even you.”

It hit Peter like a sheet of glass when you looked at him like that.

Like he was someone you didn’t want around.

“I didn’t mean to say that.” Peter apologized. “That is not how I feel. At all.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never thought about saying that before.” You laughed sadly. “Everyone on the team calls me dumb. It was only a matter of time before you did it too.”

“I didn’t mean it.” Peter repeated. “I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Bullshit.” You snapped. “You’re so full of bullshit.”

“I’m not full of bullshit.” He whined like a child and gave you puppy dog eyes. “I’m full of regret.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as he gave you his best pout, willing you to forgive him. Finally, you caved and cracked a smile.

“I hate you.” You stamped your foot and hung your head, frustrated with yourself for not being able to stay mad at him. Peter opened his arms and you walked into them, arms still folded angrily. You bumped your forehead against his shoulder before moving to rest your chin on it as he wrapped his arms around you. Peter nestled against your hair and sighed, happy that you had forgiven him but still saddened that he had hurt you in the first place. He could see the pile of used tissues on your bed and it killed him to know he made you cry.

“I didn’t mean to call you that. I really didn’t.” He said softly. “I’m the one who’s been trying to stop people from saying that.”

“But they still do it.” You sniffled. “Everyday I get called dumb or stupid or scalene.”

“I think it’s obtuse, not scalene.” Peter reluctantly corrected you. You pulled away and little and let Peter wipe the tears from your face.

“Maybe they’re right.” You shrugged and looked Peter in the eyes. “Maybe I am dumb.”

Peter kept your face between his hands, staring at you for a moment before sighing.

“I once sneezed so many times in a row that I peed my pants.” Peter deadpanned. “I was 17.”

“What?” You chuckled as you wiped your nose.

“I saw Bucky try to take a piece of toast out of the toaster with his metal arm and electrocute himself.” He continued. “And I constantly see Tony bumping into glass doors.”

“I don’t understand.” You squinted your eyes, but sure what point he was trying to make.

“Steve still picks up the phone and asks for the operator. Nat leaves her curling iron plugged in all the time. I do not think Sam knows the address of where we live and I’m pretty sure Rhodey can’t do laundry. He gets all his stuff dry cleaned, even his socks.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” You asked.

“Because were all dumb.” Peter concluded. “We all do and say dumb things. You don’t know where Alaska is and no one in this tower can read analog clocks. If we’re all dumb, then maybe none of us are dumb. Or we all are. Who cares?” Peter shrugged, making you laugh. “And you were right. A bird did carry off my web shooter. So no, you’re no dumb. Or stupid. Or obtuse. You’re, uh, you- you…” Peter looked down at he fumbled over his words.

“I’m what?” You raised an eyebrow. You could finish his sentence last time, but this time you were lost.

“You’re…” Peter tampered off again, staring at your confused expression for a moment before pulling you into a kiss. Your hands clenched into a fist and slowly uncurled as you relaxed into the kiss. Peter pulled away too soon and let his eyes flutter open. They met yours and you shared a moment of hesitation, not knowing what happened rest next.

“I’m gonna be honest lovey, I didn’t really have an ending to that sentence.” Peter chris joes softly, his breath fanning your face. “That was mainly improv.”

“You’re pretty good at improv, Parker.” You cracked a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I did a little bit of theater in high school.” He shrugged smugly, making you giggle.

“Mmm. I severely don’t want to hear about that.” You teased before kissing him again.

“Oh, I think you do.” Peter remarked. “Because I once went to the bathroom during intermission with my mic still on and the entire audience heard me peeing.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

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Your Only Fan

Erik!Stevens x Black!Reader

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Erik Finds out his best friend slash crush has an only fans. Things go a little right once he finds out.

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content

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It was a Friday night, which meant that (Y/N) was getting a chance to see her best friend, Erik. Or E, which she calls him. It’s been a minute since she seen him considering she’s been caught up in her school work and he’s been caught up in whatever he had going on. 

Erik was excited when he saw that she messaged him, asking if he wanted to come over and watch a movie. Instantly he answered. 

E: Awe, lil baby miss me :( lol

(Y/N): how you my best friend and you don’t even come see me no more. i feel neglected.

E: Don’t worry, I’ma be there in an hour..

(Y/N): make it 30?

E: oh u desperate? aight, 30 min it is.

Erik grabbed his belongings, grabbing his adidas bag packing an overnight bag. After getting his phone and charger, he made his way out the door and to his car.

(Y/N) finished up cleaning herself up after doing a session on her Only Fans. After about an hour, she earned about a good 900 alone from just tips and subscriptions. This was one of the good nights. 

She made her way out of her bathroom, go to her little recording area cleaning all the toys and things before Erik got there. She didn’t want her best friend to find out about her dirty little secret. It was something that she wanted to keep buried for as long as she could.

She wasn’t ashamed of being a sex worker, she supported other girls. Spoke very strongly about it online. Even did some work with other girls and guys. She just didn’t want everything to change between her and Erik if he ever found out. 

She was in the kitchen making her famous dip when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw Erik walking in with his things in his hands. “Wassup big head?” he said walking into the apartment as she smile at him.

“Hi E, so I found this perfect movie for us to watch.” she said as he groaned. 

“It better not be no scary movie.” he said as she pouted. 

“Nevermind,..” she mumbled looking down as he laughed. “Lemme put my shit down and Ima come show you some love.” he said as she nodded. There was no question that had (Y/N) had feelings for her best friend. How could she not? He was handsome, kept up with himself, a gentlemen. The way he talked and made her blush. It was hard not to have feelings for this man.  

Erik walked into the room putting the extra clothes in the empty drawer she had for him. As he was putting the clothes inside, she heard his phone going off. He grabbed it seeing that it was one of his friends, Tyrel sending him an iMessage and picture. 

Ty: bro , u know bout this??

Erik confused, opened up the picture to see an Only Fans profile. He was about to question him about it until he saw the profile picture.

“Is that-”

PearlyPerfection

Hi, my name is (Y/N), come visit me on my page to come play with me. 

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. It took everything in him not to pull up OnlyFans on his phone, but it was failed. Miserably. He searched her name, sitting on the bed looking at one of the thumbnails on the videos. He saw that it was a price for ten dollars a month for the basic subscription fee. After paying for it, he clicked on the video. 

“Hi daddy...’ she seductively whispered to the camera. She had on a white and black school girl outfit that barely covered her ass and pussy. Her skin was oiled, shining looking like  milk chocolate. “My pussy been so wet just thinking about you. Do you want to see?” she gushed biting her lip.

Erik couldn’t contain the weapon that swing between his legs. Just by the second it was getting harder looking at her. She sat back against the pillows opening her legs to show her wetness. 

Okay.. now I understand why she’s called Pearly Perfection...

If it wasn’t perfect, it was close to. The wetness spread across her outer lips, making her skin gloss. She spread her lips with her fingers, the yellow acrylic really contemplating her skin complexion, letting the wetness get on her fingers as she moved it up and downward to the entrance. 

“Ooh that feels good..” she moaned quietly to herself. She dipped a finger inside, slowly fucking herself with it.  She lifted her leg, slapping her vulva before leaning forward grabbing something behind the camera. She came back into frame with a clear dildo. She grabbed it, looking into the camera before licking the tip of it. She placed her mouth on it before deep throating it, basically shallowing the entire thing.

“Damn-”

“Erik!” he heard from the kitchen. “Everything good?” 

“Uh yeah, I’m coming!” he exclaimed standing up. He exited the tab before placing his phone in his hoodies pocket. He stood up adjusting his issue, before walking out to the kitchen to see her pouring dip chips into the bowl. 

“You good? Look like you seen some shit?” she said chuckling as he shook his head. 

“If only you knew.” he whispered but she heard him. 

“Did you say something?”

“Nah..” he walked into the living room grabbing the remote as she looked at him a bit confused. Damn, I can’t even get a hug.. 

She grabbed the dip and chips walking to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. She walked back grabbing herself a wine cooler and Erik a beer. She walked back walking past him plopping down on the sofa. 

“I hope you found a good movie since you want to watch a damn scary movie.” she joked, all Erik did was just chuckle before going through the list. She looked at Erik waiting for a smart comeback but nothing.  

“Erik... are you okay?” she asked him touching his cheek as he looked at her.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re acting strange. If something happened than you can talk to me.” she reassured him as he smiled. Erik turned back to the screen before picking a random action film.

About an hour into the movie, (Y/N) leaned forward grabbing some dip and chips, her shirt was risen up a bit showing her red laced underwear and her back side. It was usual that (Y/N) dressed like that around him, they were comfortable with it. But for known reasons, it had Erik squirming in his seat. She looked back to see why he was moving so much. 

“Erik.. are you sure you’re okay?” she asked him as he nodded. She leaned back and he moved to the opposite side of her. “That’s it.” she grabbed the remote pausing the movie. 

“The hell is wrong with you?” she asked him standing up as he looked up at her. 

“What do you mean? I’m not-”

“Yes you are. You acting like you can’t touch me. You haven’t even eaten my dip and you eat my shit up as soon as it hits the table. I know when there is something wrong with you and there is something bothering you.” she said to him as he sighed scratching the back of his neck. 

“Okay, I’m going to be honest with you but be honest with me.” he said as she nodded. “Do you have an only fans?” The question rightfully was a curve ball but she would never like to Erik. Plus, if he was asking about it most likely he already knew the answer.

“Yes..” she trailed off. “How did you find out?” she asked him. Her heart was beating fast, so loud she could hear it in her own ears. 

“Ty sent me a picture of the profile.” he said as she rolled her eyes. 

“Wow, creepy ass nigga.” she said smacking her teeth. 

“No offense but there are a bunch of creepy ass niggas on Only Fans.” he said sitting up as she sighed. “Why you never told me about this?”

“Look how you’re acting. You can’t even touch me. I don’t want it to change things between us. That’s the last thing that I want to happen. A-And your acting different.” she pouted as he sighed. “Like if you ashamed that you are friends with me just up and say that. Trust me, it’s feels way more better than being- than being treated like I’m dirty or something.” Erik saw her eyes watering, and his entire mood changed. For a split second he forgot he was friends with a water bag.

“Wait, (Y/N) it’s not like that.” he stood up cupping her cheeks in his hands looking at her. “I don’t care what you do , you will always my best friend. I won’t ever look at you differently.” he said to her as she started to sniffle. 

“So why are you acting like this?”

Erik mentally cursed at himself. Now he really is going to have to admit that he watched a video and felt some type of way about it. It was all happening the wrong way. “Before I admit it to you, there is something else I should admit first" he said as she nodded. She sat down as he sat down beside her. 

“First of all, I’m admitting this to you because I’ve let this shit drag on for way to long and I need to just to say it. (Y/N), I’ve always had a thing for you. I’ve always wanted you to be mine. Like in a way where we are more than just bestfriends.” he said as she took it all in. 

"Erik I-"

“Wait, I’m not done yet. Out of curiosity, I went to your profile and I saw one of you’re videos. Ima keep it real, shit was sexy as hell. To the point where I wanna fuck the shit outta you.” he admitted. If there was one thing that she loved about him was how honest he was. 

“Okay, I just want to start off by saying that I have feelings for you too. And I want to be more than just best friends...” she trailed off as he smiled at her. “And another thing, if you have an Only Fans, doesn’t that make you one of those creepy ass niggas that-” her sentence was cut off by him pinching her thigh. “Ow.. that hurt.” she pouted as he smirked at her. There was something in his eyes that she never seen before. She stood up before straddling his lap as his hands gripped her waist. 

“Oh you bold.” he said as she nodded. 

“So tell me, what did you think about my videos?” she whispered in his ear. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt her lips kissing along his neck. 

“They were something.. I- ooh.” he moaned out as she started to whine directly on his dick. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head showing his bare chest. She traced her hands up his chest before throwing across his shoulders. 

Erik leaned in, brushing his lips passed hers smirking. With a brief movement her lips connected with his, him immediately dominating hers. He kinda tasted the cherry lip balm that was on her lips, that made her lips smooth and soft. Their tongues traced along each others in a way, like Erik was giving up his dominance. 

She bit her lip, standing up from his lap as she smirked at him. “What you doin/” he asked her. When she didn’t give him an answer, she got on her knees. “(Y/N).’ he said in a warning tone. 

“What’s wrong daddy?” she asked him. The way she said that you would think it was sinful. “I always thought about you fucking my throat, Erik.” she said as she smiled. She pulled the waist band down from his Nike Sweat pants, noticing he was free balling. “Oh you are big...” she said grabbing the base of it. She squeezed it making him jolt his hips forward. 

She kissed the tip, licking along it tasting his pre-cum. She knew Erik always kept up with himself. Drinking water and eating fruit. If he tasted like this now, she wanted to taste him when he bust in her mouth. 

She wrapped her lips around his erection, before going downward, letting her throat relax around him. “Nasty ass bitch..” he grunted thrusting his hips upward. Seeing him like this had her dripping down her thighs. 

She was messy, he liked that. Spit dropped down her chin along pre-cum.

“This is how you do it, huh? Freaky ass...” he said throwing his head back. She smiled at him. She hallowed her cheeks inward to make it tighter as he grunted. He grabbed her lifting him as she pouted. 

“Fuck wrong with you?” he asked her.

“I wanted you to cum in my mouth..” she said as he chuckled. He leaned forward kissing her, there tongues sliding against each other. She was just like him she liked having that shit messy. 

“Let me ride it, daddy..” she whispered to him, stroking his dick as he stood up. They quickly took off all their clothes as she pushed him back on the sofa. She hovered over it and before she could sit on it, he stopped her.

“You still on the pill, right?” he asked her as she nodded. 

“Yeah I am..” she said making him smirk. 

“Thank God, I don’t plan on pulling out.” he said as she bit her lip. She sink herself on it as the both of them whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’. By far, Erik was one of the biggest nigga’s she been with. She had dildos his size probably a little bigger, but it was different because he was fucking her back. 

“Tight ass pussy, this shit wet for me huh?’ he grunted in her ear as she gasped. All she could do was moan. “Answer me..” he started to thrust his hips upward s she moaned out. 

“Fuck, yes daddy.” she gasped out as he smirked, He was hitting a spot that she ain’t even believe was possible to reach. He rotated his hips in a way that made him hit ever inch of her wall. 

“You’re so fucking deep, I feel it in my stomach.” she gasped as he smirked. 

“Yeah take all this big dick. Take it like a big girl. Making a mess all over my shit, I should have you’re nasty ass get down on your knee’s and clean it up.” he taunted her as she fucked him back. She gained her confidence back. 

She purposely made herself tight as he halted his movements. He leaned back grabbing her waist as she smiled. “Does it feel good, daddy?” she asked him as he grunted squeezing his eyes shut. 

“You tryna make me bust this quick? Huh? Get up. I got something for you’re ass.” he said. She lifted herself off as he stood up. He picked her up, walking to her bedroom. He threw her on the bed getting in between her legs. She prepped herself up to see what he was doing as he kissed her up along her thighs. 

He licked along her folds as she let out a huge sigh. He moved his tongue in slow circular motion applying pressure. “Oh shit, just like that.” she gasped. He moved his tongue downward to her entrance. She started to grind herself against his mouth, basically using him. 

“That’s it, use my fucking mouth bitch.” he grunted. His tongue was demonic. She wasn’t expecting to come so close but damn was she getting a run for her money.

“FUCK! ERIK! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM...” 

“Who’s stopping you?” he said to her. Within a couple of seconds, she came all over his tongue in lips with a piercing scream. 

“Ass up face down. I’m beating that shit up until I’m done.” he grunted out at her. She turned on her stomach before lifting her ass in the air, creating the perfect arch.

Coming from behind, he entered her nice and slow as he winced. “Shit don’t make no sense. Why you giving me this good pussy, huh?” he said fucking her and she moaned. “I ain’t tell you again, answer me.”

“Because your dick feel so good in my pussy daddy..” she moaned out, gripping the sheets. She started fucking him back at the same pace. “Cum inside me please... I want it so bad.” she moaned as he smiled. 

“Yeah, beg for my shit. Nasty Ass,” he grunted slapping her ass making her scream.. “Pussy making a straight up mess on my dick... shit fucking creaming.” he said looking at his dick. He paused her movement as she gasped at the sudden halt. 

Erik was in a complete shock about what was happening. He was finally digging in her guts and he was about to bust all in her. He pulled out flipping her on her back as he settled in between her lips. 

“Baby...” she moaned out as he smiled. Genuinely smiled. 

“Talk to me..” he whispered kissing her shoulders as she shuttered.

“I’m so close.. please baby.” she whispered back looking into his eyes. The energy in the room instantly shifted. They weren’t fucking any more, they were making love.

He inserted himself inside of her as she let out at a satisfied sigh. He gave her slow strokes as he put his hands behind her to hold himself up. The strokes were slow and deep. 

(Y/N) thought that the only sex she could enjoy was rough and hard, but she was just proven wrong about everything. She was loved this feeling. She didn’t know if it was because it was with Erik, but she needed more of this. 

Erik was in his own world. His main focus was to make her cum. And he was  close to itg just by the feeling. She was gripping him to the point where it was hard for him to move. 

“Loosen up ma, shit tight as hell.” he said chuckling as she moaned. 

“I’m sorry I’m so close..” she said as he nodded. He was close too, and most likely was going to cum before her. 

Within a couple of seconds later he came deep. She felt his heavy load paint her walls, that triggered her own orgasm. She clawed at his back, definitely drawing a bit of blood. He collapsed right beside her as they both looked at each other. 

“You do know that means that you are mine, right?” he said to her as she chuckled looking up at the ceiling. “I’m serious. I’m the only one that need to be getting all in that, you understand me?” he said as she nodded. 

“Loud and clear..” she whispered before tucking herself under the covers. 

“Quick question... why did you start doing it?” he asked as she sighed. 

“Like two years ago, money got real tight. I started doing it, honestly I thought that it was just gonna be something for me to extra money on but than I blew up, and I started to get a lot of money from it. Now, I make enough money on it to pay all my bills, plus more. Including my job down at the restaurant.” she admitted to him. 

“Hm, well I understand..” he said. Their was a sudden silence until he spoke up again. 

“You could join me on my Only Fans. My fans would love seeing you fuck me.” she joked as he raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Shit, I don’t mind.” 

“Wait you serious.” 

“Dead ass.”

The next morning, Erik woke up in the bed, where it was empty. The smell of her cooking made him get out of the bed. After brushing his teeth and what not, he made his way into the kitchen to see she was making homemade pancakes. 

The only thing she had on was one of Erik’s T-Shirts that he left over her the last time he was here, with some a pair of boy shorts. “Good morning.” he said walking behind her wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her neck as she smiled. 

“Good morning to you too.” she placed the batter on the counter, turning around to look at him. 

“Mm, you smell good.” he said. “I’m so glad that I can finally call you mine.” he replied as she smiled at him. Here she was thinking that it was just something said in the moment, but she was glad the feelings were genuinely real.

“I am too..”

[baroquebucky]

symphony

in which bucky realizes the light you’ve brought into his life

word count: 2.3k of pure fluff

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this fluff as reparations for the amount of angst I’ve been writing <333 let me know what you guys think !! inspired by this song :] sorry for any typos !!

Life felt monotonous for bucky. Everyday he would wake up, go for a walk, sometimes go out for dinner with his neighbor other times he would just stay in. Then he would go to therapy, suffer there for a while before coming back and doing nothing. Throughout the week he would go to the compound or the gym and train to get his mind off things.

“I just feel like I’m stuck in a loop and i can’t get out of it, it’s like a boring song that everyone’s playing on repreat” bucky grumbled, sam nodded, listening to bucky as he vented.

“i think you need something new in your life, something to spice it up” Sam spoke gently, thinking for a bit before a smile appeared on his face, “i know just the thing!” He cheered.

“how is coffee gonna help me” bucky huffed, sam just rolled his eyes, dragging the super soldier along to his favorite coffee shop.

“no trust me, this coffee is amazing, they have all these other drinks too and the person who always takes my order is amazing” Sam cheered, a smile on his face as he rounded the corner and saw you through the glass.

“that’s them!” He smiled, turning to look at bucky, he stopped in his tracks.

“you aren’t trying to set me up on a date right now, right?” Bucky looked at Sam wide eyed and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head and grabbing Buckys wrist.

“if this was a date i would’ve made you dress better” Sam shot back, bucky frowned looking down at his clothes. What was so wrong with his clothes?

“this is my favorite jacket” bucky pouted and Sam rolled his eyes, as the door opened a small chime went off.

“good evening sam!” You called out, a bright smile on your face as you finished taking someone’s order. Sam and Bucky stood in line, waiting only a couple minutes before you helped them.

“your usual?” you beamed and Sam smiled, you wrote it down quickly, turning to bucky with a smile, “what can i get for you?” Bucky blushed a bit, avoiding eye contact with you and glancing at the menu.

“i- well uh i don’t know actually” bucky hesitated, sam cringed at his friend, elbowing him slightly.

“what do you recommend?” he asked quickly, and you turned to look down at the menu as if you didn’t have it memorized.

“hmm, well i really the special we have right now, if you’re not into sweet then i recommend that one” you pointed out with your pen a smile still on your face.

“whatever your favorite is” He spoke, heart beating in his chest as the words tumbled out. You felt your face heat up at his words, nodding quickly. Bucky paid and went to go sit next to Sam, ears red and face hot.

Sam simply chuckled at him, waiting patiently for you to call out their order numbers. Bucky kept glancing up, stealing glances at you and marveling at how pretty you were. The way you moved so easily and kept a smile on your face anytime someone looked your way.

Buckys heart sunk a bit. He wished he could be like that, all smiles and rainbows, like the way he used to be. He thought about how brooding he was and the way sam always commented on the way he stared too much. He tore his eyes away from you and focused on the decoration in the cafe.

“57 and 58!” You called out, setting the drinks on the counter looking out for Sam and bucky, smiling when you saw the two men getting up and walking towards you.

“thank you y/n!” Sam smiled and you nodded, eyes moving to bucky, he gave you a tight lipped smile before walking out. “that wasn’t so bad was it” Sam smirked and bucky rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.

“oh wow this is really good” bucky mumbled, drinking some more and furrowing his brows, sam smiled at him, nodding in agreement.

The two men returned a couple times every week, you smiling at them and saying hello, giving bucky a new drink to try every time he came. The two of you stealing glances anytime you looked over while making the drink, heart rate spiking when your eyes met.

Bucky was giddy to see you, wondering what you would give him today. Sam frowned when your coworker greeted them instead of you.

“wheres y/n?” Sam asked, you coworker frowned at the mention of you before replying.

“oh they quit, our boss kept giving them shit” she sighed, “between you and i, they only stayed this long because you guys kept coming back” she smiled, her eyes moving to bucky, “specially you.”

As the two men were leaving your coworker called out for them, handing them a piece of paper. “she told me to give you guys this, have a good day!”

They looked at each other before unrolling the paper, you handwriting on it along with your phone number.

“text me when you want bird boy” Sam read, laughing a little, he turned to bucky, craning his neck to read his, “what’s your say” Bucky had a bashful smile on his face.

“oh just to text them whenever” bucky cleared his throat, shoving the piece of paper in his pocket.

i really hope we can hang out properly soon :) the paper read, scribbled under was a list of drinks you wanted him to try. Buckys heart fluttered at the action, the whole time he was with Sam you were the only thing he was thinking about.

When he finally got back to his apartment bucky texted you, heart racing as he sent the text.

hi it’s bucky, i got your note let me know when you’re free :-)

Your heart jumped at the message, the biggest smile on your face as you read the text over again, giggling as you replied.

hi buck!! I’m free this weekend actually :]

The two of you made plans quickly, excited for a proper date and not just stealing glances and making small talk when he ordered his drink or picked it up from the counter.

When Saturday evening came bucky was frantic, texting sam and asking what clothes he should wear, recalling the time he made fun of his clothes before he met you the first time.

You were nervous as you got ready, hands shaking slightly as you changed into some nice clothing. You checked yourself out in the mirror and smiled, fixing your hair a bit.

The doorbell rang and you jumped, heart racing as you walked to the door, opening it with a smile.

Bucky stood there with roses in his hands, a bright smile on his face. He chocked on his breath a little as he took you in, it was the first time he’d seen you out of uniform and god you were perfect.

“oh thank you!” You blushed, smiling as you took the flowers from him, “come in I’ll just put these in water” you smiled, letting him in and quickly moving to put the flowers in a vase.

Your apartment was so comforting, bucky felt like he was safe there, he felt so at peace despite his heart racing in his chest.

“ready?” You asked and bucky smiled, he could hear the way your heart raced after you not so secretly checked him out. He was wearing a dark blue t shirt and a leather jacket along with some black pants.

“so where are we going?” You questioned and bucky smiled, turning to look at you nervously before focusing on the road again.

“is the fair okay? I know there’s one in town and I’ve been wanting to go but-” he rambled and you cut him off excitedly.

“i love the fair! I’m really good at those shooting games y’know” you bragged and bucky smiled, excited to see how skilled you were. “however i will not compete against you” you added quickly, making bucky frown.

“too scared I’ll beat you doll?” Bucky smirked and your heart raced at the nickname, your comeback dying on your lips. Bucky smiled as you sat there with your mouth open, looking away quickly before changing the subject.

As the two of you arrived bucky immediately knew he made the right choice, the way you had the widest smile on your face as you pointed everything out to him, eyes wide as you saw the giant dinosaur plush.

“you have a metal arm dont you?” You whispered and bucky smiled, nodding his head. “would it be, i don’t know, immoral for you to use it to get that dinosaur plush?” You blushed, giggling as bucky gasped at you.

“i cant believe you!” He teased and you frowned, bucky smiled at you, taking your hand in his and walking towards the game. He handed the man the tickets to play and held the heavy ball in his hands.

“you just have to knock all three cups over” the man spoke and bucky nodded, placing the ball in his right hand before throwing it, easily knocking the cups down.

“yay!” You cheered, running next to bucky and hugging him, the man handed you the giant plush and you smiled, staring at bucky with starry eyes.

“didn’t even use your metal arms sergeant” you teased and Buckys heart lurched at the titles. His heart was in frenzy as you smirked up at him.

“I’m a super soldier doll” he smiled at your face turned into one of realization, nodding your head.

“right, i forgot about that” you mumbled, struggling to keep the dinosaur plush from touching the ground, bucky smiled at you before he took it from your hands, easily tucking it under his arm.

“thanks” you blushed and bucky nodded, a smile on his face as he replied.

“cant have my best girl struggling on our first date can we” you blushed at his words, looking at him with a bright smile.

“first? as in more to come?” You questioned, a smile on your face as you stopped in your tracks, the lights from some ride illuminating your face in reds and pinks. Bucky nodded, suddenly his confidence was sizzling away.

“I mean unless you don’t want to that’s fine too i just- i mean” bucky rambled and you watched him struggle for a bit, biting your bottom lip before stopping him.

“I’d love to go on more dates” you spoke up, bucky smiled at you, letting out a small breath, “now let’s go to the Ferris wheel!” You easily slipping your hand in his.

Everything felt so easy with bucky, it never felt forced. The two of you constantly texting and calling when you weren’t together and grabbing dinner and going on dates more and more often. It was only a matter of time before bucky asked you out, everything falling into place for the two of you.

The two of you were in bed, you were cuddled up into his side as you watched a documentary on some lions. Bucky ran his fingers through your hair and you sighed, relaxing into his touch. It had been almost two years since the two of you went on your first date, but to bucky it felt like yesterday.

“you know i love you, right doll” he spoke suddenly and you looked at him, confused before nodding.

“i love you too loverboy” you replied, sitting up and kissing his cheek.

“don’t know where I’d be without you” he spoke softly, his blue eyes meeting yours, he smiled softly. “I used to think i was broken and no one would want me” he mumbled and you frowned, letting him continue.

“the only reason sam took me to that cafe was because i was stuck in this loop and i was going crazy” he laughed softly, “i thought i was never gonna get out of this funk but then” he stopped.

You looked at him, confused as he smiled at you, peppering kissing all over your face before caressing your cheek and kissing your forehead.

“then what?” You whispered, a smile on your face when you realized what he was going to say.

“then you came along” he replied, smiling at the way you wiggled to face him.

“you took me and you made me into a better person, you made my life so much better and now it’s like there’s a symphony playing anytime in with you” he spoke, a smile on his face when you reached your hand out and ran your fingers through his hair. You stopped your hand at the nape of his neck, pushing him towards you and crashing your lips onto his.

It was sloppy and passionate, but it was sweet. The two of you smiling into the kiss before giving him one last peck and pulling away.

“oh lovebug, that songs always been inside you, just needed a little tuning to get it right” you replied, taking him into your arms as he laid down on your chest.

For once, bucky was grateful sam had forced him to go out, he was grateful that you were working that day and you recommend him a drink. He was grateful that you went to the fair with him and you liked him enough to go on another date.

Bucky no longer wished to be like you, he didn’t long for the person he was in the 40s. He didn’t wish he could change into someone else anymore.

He didn’t because he was more himself than he had ever been. He was happy and he was at peace, he was who he had always wanted to become. He didn’t feel like he was stuck in the shadows in a constant loop.

Bucky smiled as you placed a gentle kiss on top of his head, mumbling a soft ‘i love you.’

Bucky felt happy, he felt at home and he felt in love. He was finally at peace with his life now that you were in it. You helped him become who he was, pushed him to be better and to change into who he wanted to be.

[yeojaa]

feed me, fight me.

pairing.  boxer!jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  relationship issues, baby angst, comfort, unprotected sex (please be responsible!).  wc. 3.5k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif​, always.  💖  author note.  i’m really into comfort fics rn so... 

What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend?  (Aside from trouble, that is.)

The answer is you - throwing punches far harder than you should be, completely disregarding the fact that you’re meant to be playing the part of perfect partner, meeting pads in the sequence he’s laid out.  It’s you throwing a hook when you should be swinging an uppercut.  It’s you, snapping your leg out with a satisfying thunk! of your shin when you should only be thip kicking.  It’s you, not giving a single damn as you take out all your frustrations on someone who’s growing increasingly more irritated by your childishness.  It’s you, blatantly disrespecting him in his ring - sending a reminder that there’s more to life than the four corners of this space. 

How can he blame you though, when he’s the reason?  When you’ve voiced your annoyance more than once - more than twice, more times than you care to count - and each time it’s met with a half-hearted apology (if you could even call it that)?  How can he hold it against you when you’ve asked, demanded, pleaded for more? 

“Cut it out,”  he seethes, quiet, under his breath, irritation igniting his expression, something hot and angry burning in the dark of his stare.  A withering wildfire in an empty field, smoldering coals flickering bright.  It presents itself in how his mouth curls, the hard line of his jaw as bone threatens to snap in half from the tension. 

“Cut what out?”  Your retort is punctuated by the smack of leather on leather, the worn edge of your boxing glove meeting the pad that Jungkook raises just in time to avoid a black eye. 

“What’s your problem?”  How he manages to snipe back - somehow sounding disgruntled by your behaviour - you’re not sure.  All you know is it boils your blood, searing heat within your veins when he effortlessly blocks your next jab.  He knows you well and knows the sport better, predicting each movement as if you’re telegraphing it all with a giant neon sign on your forehead. 

(You probably are.  You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions, pinning your heart on your sleeve, your sadness heavy in your mouth.  They wear you, rather than you it.  A weakness of yours.)

“You’re my problem.” 

“Shut up.”  It’s not the usual exasperated annoyance he levels you with, meaner and paired with a swat of your gloved hand.  He’s not supposed to be countering you, instead only blocking the punches you throw his way. 

(But then again - when did he ever listen to you?  When did he ever do what he was supposed to?)

(It’s not a fair assertion.  You’re just mad.  Livid beyond belief, standing atop this hill that you’ll happily die on.)

“Fuck you,”  you snap, offering the petulant comeback in the same instance you surge forward.  He blocks your jab - sees it coming from a mile away - and goes to block your hook. 

Except it never comes, your knee straightening out instead, hard edge of your shin slamming right into the side of his leg. 

He crumples more out of surprise than anything, eyes wide, all the anger swept away by something closer to astonishment.  It shines impossibly bright in his eyes, turning his entire expression upside down when his knee hits the ground.  By how he falls, you’re sure you’ve hit just the right spot, left his nerve endings buzzing uncomfortably as the feeling leaves the limb. 

“Are you serious?”  You know he’s genuinely baffled then, voice slipping, cracking in a way you’d normally find adorable.  (It goes to show how upset you are, the awkward split of his words doing nothing to soothe your temper.)  “What’s your issue?”  He’s still seated on the floor, rocking back on his heels, brow knit in consternation.  It’d take him seconds to jump up - to put you on your ass - but he chooses to remain where he is, staring up at you with that look on his face.

(That look you love.  That you hate.  That makes your insides turn to goo on his best days and misery on your worst.  That you’ve seen every single day for the last three years, as the first thing upon waking up and the last thing before passing out.  That makes you hesitate now, peering down into it.)

(Were you being unnecessary?  Unbearable?  Was this on you?)

“I’m going home.”  It’d be nice to tear your gloves off, throw them in his face and storm off in a huff.  It’d cause the scene you’re hoping for, push him to where you need.  (Because that’s the thing about Jungkook - he doesn’t react otherwise and you’re sick of it.)  Instead, you turn on your heel and slink away, silent as a mouse.  

You’re tired.  Too tired.  Why had you started something you couldn’t finish?

It shouldn’t surprise you that you’re home alone for hours that night, curled up in bed and half-asleep when light from the hallway spills into your bedroom.  It comes with hardly any noise, a tell-tale sign he’s trying not to wake you (or disturb you or get caught).  You almost let it slide when his figure appears in the doorway, broad frame swallowed up by the oversized sweater he wears.

He’s moving near silently, having already deposited his gym bag in the laundry room.  He doesn’t even switch the light on, moving around in the muted glow of the hallway, fumbling as he strips his clothes off and tosses them into the hamper against the wall. 

You expect him to head directly into the en suite, wash away whatever grime he’s accumulated throughout the day.  He’s always been this way, far too concerned with dragging in odour and dirt into your bed to do otherwise.

Except tonight, he doesn’t follow his usual routine.  Tonight, he makes a detour.

The bed dips before you realise what’s happening, grip on the pillow under your head tightening.  Words fit between your teeth, ready to spill out, lash out, tear out like a bullet deadset on landing a bullseye. 

“I’m sorry.”  Two words you’ve been waiting to hear, that startle you enough to throw your anger out the window, tossing them out with the wash.  “I don’t know why you’re upset but I’m sorry for whatever it is.”  He’s speaking into the quiet of your bedroom.  You can feel his hand settled on the bed, wrist somewhere over the line of your spine.  

Oh - he thinks you’re asleep.

“Things have been crazy.  I’ve been stressed.”  Here, under cover of night, he’s vulnerable, explanation tumbling forth uncertainly.  You can hear it in the way the words form, syllables slipping into each other - a sure sign of his exhaustion.  “I know that’s not an excuse, so I’ll be better.”  Though he readjusts, weight distributing differently over the bed, he isn’t touching you.  You can only imagine how he looks, the posture he’s taken on, arms leant over knees, hands twisting together in that way of his that begs a silent help me.  A version of him you’ve seen only a handful of times.  

(Jeon Jungkook does not let things get to him.  Never has, likely never will.  He’s immaculately put together, strung tight by years of growing up too fast, wanting too much and fearing it’ll slip away.  He goes and goes until he can’t any more and only then does he still, crashing headlong over a cliff of his own creation.)

It’s then that you realise while you’ve grown irritated with his preoccupation, coming second to the man you’ve only ever put first, he’s been suffering right alongside you.  Differently, certainly, but suffering nonetheless.  Holding his cards close as he’s always done, shouldering all the things on his own and hoping for the best.

Irritation flares first.  Anger at the fact that he hadn’t confided in you.  It burns bright, erodes everything else in its path.

And then it dims almost immediately, overshadowed by a tenderness that blooms in the small of your chest.  Rosebuds that fill the cavity and swath affection in broad strokes, colouring everything purple - a pretty mosaic made up of equal parts love and sadness.

“You should’ve said something.”  

Bambi-eyed baby is your nickname for your boyfriend - one he reluctantly wears, scowls at when you use it in public - and yet you’re still blown away by the glossiness of his stare, how wide it goes when you roll to face him, simultaneously flicking your bedside light on.  There’s embarrassment crowding his expression, lighting up every handsome facet of his features in technicolour.  He works to hide it almost immediately, moves back on the bed as if he might find himself a home in the shadows.

“I thought you were sleeping,”  he mumbles, not quite looking at you, stare focused on your pillow case, the white linen that you’d bought when you’d moved in together.  “Did I wake you up?”

Though his concern is real, you know it’s a distraction too.  His way of deflecting, shifting the focus back to you.  

(Jeon Jungkook doesn’t live in the spotlight.  Hates it, in fact.  It’s a curious combination - wanting to be praised, to show off, and yet fearing failure so strongly.  A worrying mix when he’s down and an endearing one when he’s up.)

You’re still cocooned, still held far enough away that he hasn’t run for the hills, locking himself in the bathroom to put a further physical barrier between you.  Should you move too fast, you know he’ll spook.  Push too hard, he’ll leave.  

“Couldn’t sleep without you.”  It’s true enough.  Dreams had evaded you for the better part of the evening, held somewhere by hands inked like his, blemished by scars and calluses like his. They’d been kept in his coat pocket, tucked behind his ear.  (So maybe it’d been anger, too, that’d kept you up.  That doesn’t matter now.)

The disbelief is evident, both in his words and the quirk of his mouth, bathed in dim light.  “Really?”

(You sometimes wonder how different the two of you see things.  What a day looks like from his point of view - whether he reads all of your interactions in the same way.  You’ve always been terribly incompatible in that way, opposites in so many respects that it’d frankly baffled your friends when you’d started dating.

You were intent - sometimes too intent - on resolving problems, never letting up.  Forcing conversations you felt you needed to have, demanding answers even before there was one.  He, on the other hand, was uncomfortable with conflict, choosing to ignore the things that bothered him until they went away.  It’d driven you absolutely insane at first, made you worry that it was you that was the issue, simply being too much.  

But over time - three long years, to be exact - you’d found a common ground.  Or so you’d thought.)

“Why are you so surprised?”  

“You were pissed earlier.”  There’s a lightness to his tone, careful consideration poured into each word he offers, as if he’s navigating a minefield.  You’ve had these kinds of disagreements too many times for him to believe otherwise, as if his caution is a part of him, stitched lovingly - forcefully - by your hand.  “Thought you wouldn’t wait up for me.”  

“I shouldn’t have,”  you retort before you can help it, still just a little childish, a little hurt.  “But you know I hate going to bed angry.”  Of course he knows.  He’s lost hours of sleep due to your insistence that everything be talked out. 

He hums a noncommittal sound - more of a grunt - and you know your window is closing.  Now that you’re not out for blood, he’s retreating as he always does.  Readying himself to rise from the bed, close this half-read chapter and move onto the next. 

You beat him before he can, curling your fingers around his wrist, over the dangling silver chain.  (His birthday gift this year, heavy metal that’s cold under your touch.)  

“Don’t.”

One blink.  Another.  Slow and confused - deliberately so.  Then he’s looking away, staring down at the ground as if you haven’t just read his next move.  The ring might be his domain but home is yours;  it’s the one place you hold the upper hand.  “What?”  

“Don’t leave.”  It’s easy to read the meaning in between your words, the unspoken request that might as well be brilliant red ink.  It’s far kinder than your usual demands, more pleading than begrudging, more need than want.  

“I need to shower.”  

It’s not a no - which you suppose is a win. 

“Just wait.”  Your request comes with an adjustment, whole tired frame rising from the bed only to sink back down - this time against your partner, your other half, your infuriating love.  He accepts you readily, dropping his ink-strewn hand over your covered thigh.  The weight is comforting over the warmth of the duvet, grounding you in the quiet of your home.

“I’m gross,”  he complains, though he doesn’t make to move away.  Stays right by your side when you drop your head against his bare shoulder.  “Now you’re gross.”

“We can be gross together.”  Because you’re not ready for him to leave you, to close the door as he so often does.  (And, for once, you’re not quite as angry, not seeking an argument that’ll give you the resolution you hope for.  You want communication, open and honest.  You want him, vulnerable and soft.)

A little sigh comes, a puff of breath that expands his doughy cheeks and sends wayward strands fluttering.  It’s less resigned and more endeared - you know how much it means when his acquiesces like this.  

Maybe he wants those same things, you think.  

“Do you wanna shower?”  You ask in perfect tandem, words folding together.  You nod in the same way.

Encased in the small space - it’s different.  He’s preoccupied, back turned to you, shielding you from the slow-heating stream.  It’s as if his mind is a thousand lightyears away, trapped somewhere with the stars as the water rains down around the two of you, fogging the glass and wetting his hair. 

“Babe?”  

There’s a delay before he reacts, peering over his shoulder at you, a faraway look in his eyes.  You wonder what he’d been thinking of, whether he’s still on the same page as you or if he’s skipped ahead as he tends to do.  When he speaks, you have your answer, his words flicking through paper to bring you two where you need to be.  

“Can you wash my hair?”  An indulgent treat he rarely requests, one he seldom allows.  He’s far too on the go, jumping from this to that to spend much time like this with you. 

It’s a sign if there ever was one. 

You reach for your shampoo bottle wordlessly, popping the cap and depositing sweet peach-scented liquid into your hands.  They fold into his strands carefully, tips of your fingers pressing into his scalp, delightful bubbles accumulating between your digits.  He doesn’t make a sound but you feel the way he relaxes, practically melting into your touch as you work the cleanser through his roots, careful to keep the suds from descending into his eyes. 

When was the last time you’d done this?  Weeks ago?  Months, maybe?  You honestly can’t recall.  (Not that it matters now.  You’ve found yourselves back here, terribly tender and intimate in the dead of night.  Almost as if no time has passed at all.)

Silence stretches between the two of you.  You don’t even need to instruct him to rinse, running seamlessly through the routine without hesitation. 

Conditioner replaces shampoo, deft fingers combing through the few knots in his feather soft strands.  Though there are hardly any, you know he loves when you take extra care, treating him in ways he’d never ask for otherwise.  He savours these quiet moments of almost-solitude, spoiled rotten by your familiar touch and comforting affection.  

You’d give it every single day if you could.  Had, in fact. 

That’s what’d brought you here, after all. 

“‘m sorry,”  he says - mumbles really - surprising you as you’re working your fingers into the nape of his neck, concentrating on the tension that’s carved out a home beneath muscle and sinew, turned bone iron-clad. 

“For what?” 

Any other time, it might’ve come across demanding, needing an answer that would soothe whatever inadequacy he’d somehow strung your heart up with.  Now, it’s genuine, asked more for him than you.  

You want to be let in.  Need it. 

“Being out of it, I guess.”  It’s a lot for him - admitting this.  “I’ve just been busy and I guess I kind of just—“  The imposing line of his shoulders rise and fall, a mountain range disturbed by the uncertainty in his voice.  

“Forgot about me?”  You don’t mean it meanly.  It’s a simple statement of fact, one the both of you have to face. 

“Yeah.  Something like that.”

You deliberate accepting the apology and moving on, sweeping it under the rug because he’s already come so much further than you’d thought he would.  But that’s not the kind of person you are, so you press just a little more, stand just a little taller. 

“I don’t think I ask for the world, Kook.”  Maybe more than some people.  Maybe less than others.  “If I’m being too much, I’d rather you let me know than shut me out.”

A sigh comes, so heavy you wonder whether he might be Atlas, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.  

“No, I know.”  

“Do you?”

(At some point you’d stopped massaging the conditioner in, opting to crowd your hands over his back, working into the knots that run beneath his skin.  He hadn’t been lying - he’s stiff as a board, entire broad form twitching any time you press the pads of your thumbs into a particularly sensitive spot.)

“I thought I’d figure it out myself,”  he reasons, in that oh-so impossible Jeon Jungkook way of his.  “Didn't realise it was taking a toll on you.” 

“On us,”  you correct, not at all tactful.  

“On us,”  he agrees with another sigh, smaller this time, tinged blue with something that feels like guilt and fills up the glass space. 

“We’re a team, you know.” 

(You know he knows.  You just have to remind him sometimes, anchor him with the knowledge that it’s not him against the world.  That you’re in his corner - always.)

“I know.” 

When he turns to look at you - doesn’t even flinch when the sudden movement has you wobbling on your feet, catches you when you stumble - you don’t doubt that.  He loves you just as much as you love him, sees the whole world in the small of your stare.  

“I’m sorry,”  he says again, two hands coming to cradle your face, palms warm over each cheek.  “Just give me some time.”  For what, you’re not sure.  You don’t mind waiting to find out though - willing to weather the storm just to see him happy.  

Jungkook holds you close, threads his fingers through yours and peppers love into the silk of your hair.  Dresses your skin in the heat of his affection and sears his signature into the velvet of your skin, teeth dragging, tongue gliding.  

“Is this better?”  He means how he holds you, how he treats you like porcelain as he fucks you slow and tender, keeps one leg hooked back over his own. 

It’s not that this is the kind of lovemaking you prefer but rather the one you need, with him consuming you wholly, sweetly, filling you with each fluid roll of his hips and nothing else.  No elaborate dirty talk, no overzealous bouncing, just the two of you together, curled against each other like you might not survive otherwise.  

He’s not pushing you to your finish with deft fingers over your clit, not taking his fill with greedy hands.  He’s simply there, with you, feeling every curve of your body as he sinks into your aching cunt and sighs as if he’s in heaven.  (And maybe he is - because where he is could only ever be where you are and you feel like you’re floating, weightless and lovestruck, anchored only to your bed by the hand that squeezes yours and the mouth that purrs your name.) 

“Yes,”  you breathe, exhale in a breath that seems to take all of your effort.  It’s hard to focus when he splits you open so well, fills your pussy and your heart and makes your chest erupt with a kaleidoscope of butterflies. 

“I love you, sweetheart.”

When he says it like that - folds it like a promise and tucks it into the spot behind your ear - you know it’s true.  Even if you don’t always feel it, even if he doesn’t always show it, there’s not a doubt in your mind. 

In all the ways he can, he loves you.  And whether that means enough from one day to the next, you don’t mind sticking around to find out.  Not if it means more of this. 

(Of him, of you, of your life together.)

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