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Love me like this (OT8 x reader)
pairing: OT8 x reader omegaverse AU
summary: when you get your first ever heat well into your adulthood, the only thing you want to do is shut everyone else out. fortunately for you, your boyfriends have another idea.
warnings: omegaverse, virgin f! reader, uses she/her, oral f! receiving, oral m! receiving, face fucking, heat cycles, thigh riding, penetrative/unprotected sex, knotting, slight degradation, some mxm, spitting, bulge kink, some size kink, talk of safe words, mean dom! Chan, breeding kink, talk of mating bites, basically a huge orgy
wc: 10500 (jesus christ) notes: this is straight up filth (sorry) but also my first omegaverse fic!! here are there scents: Chan: petrichor/mint; Minho: vanilla/black tea; Changbin: jasmine/patchouli; Hyunjin: rose/vanilla; Jisung: bergamot/pink pepper; Felix: sea salt/sandalwood; Seungmin: lavender/fresh laundry; Jeongin: lime/grass; Y/N: caramel/brown sugar
You hadnât seen the boys all day. Maybe thatâs why they were so concerned when their first impression of you was the door slamming behind you on your way into the house. You didnât mean to cause such a scene, but you did run here. You keep your head down and the anxious spike in their smells overwhelms you. You know you should explain to them whatâs going on but you canât find it in you, instead running toward your room as you ignore their calls after you. When a sharp pain hits your abdomen you trip a little bit, clutching your stomach. But with your instincts on high alert, you make it to your room before anyone can catch up to you, locking it behind you for safe measure.Â
âIâm fine,â you call out a bit harshly behind you. âIâm fine. I just want to be left alone.â
Youâre more than glad that you decided to put on the strongest scent blockers you own today or they would have immediately known what was going on. Your heart beats out of your chest and you know all you want to do is bundle up and seek safety and comfort, so that is exactly what you do. Once the bottom of your closet is cleared out, you drag your comforter off of your bed and spread it on the floor. You find every blanket and pillow in your room and add it to the pile. When you spot Chanâs hoodie, the one that you begged him for just the other day because it was drenched in his smell, you know you need it the closest to you. You throw it over your body despite how warm you are, grabbing your noise canceling headphones for good measure, and shut your closet door behind you. It would be just a matter of time before they come banging on the door asking what was wrong but you just canât tell them.Â
Your heat has started.Â
And though this relationship with your boyfriends is new, you hadnât quite crossed the physical barrier with any of them yet. You also havenât told them yet⌠that this is your first heat. Thatâs why it came on so unexpectedly and why, perhaps, youâre so ashamed. Trying hard to ignore the pain shooting through your body and centralizing in your stomach, you shut your eyes tight and focus on your breathing. You just need to sleep. For now, thatâs all you need.Â
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You smell petrichor and mint before you see him. Youâre encompassed by the familiar smell of rain that immediately soothes you and you know when you open your eyes that Chan will be there. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and your eyes finally flutter open. You take out your headphones and look at him, not saying anything.Â
âHey,â he says softly.Â
âHowâd you get in my room,â you mumble. You know you locked the door behind you so when you see Chan look at you sheepishly, rubbing his neck, you sit up to look at your door. Completely off of its hinges. âChan,â you groan.Â
âI know, I know,â he tells you. âI wasnât trying to go all âcontrolling pack alphaâ on you, but I was really starting to get nervous, you know? You ran in here lookin like you were in pain, you didnât answer anybody and you closed yourself in your room⌠I know you wanted to be left alone but itâs been about two hours and you havenât answered anybody. I was really worried, okay? Iâm so sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine,â you answer. You understand. You really do.Â
âDo you want to tell me whatâs going on?â he asks. His hand strokes your arm and it comforts you. The alpha notices your hesitation and sighs, running his hand through his hair. âCan I⌠can I scent you? I think it would calm both my alpha and your omega down a little⌠and you are wearing my hoodie. Do you want that?â You nod and crawl into his open arms, burying your face into his neck. You inhale deeply to get his scent and you notice his fingers lightly brushing over your scent patches.Â
âDonât,â you say into his neck. He retracts his hands instantly and you sit in comfortable silence, him rocking your bodies back and forth peacefully in an attempt to soothe you.Â
âI started my heat,â you tell him finally. You feel him tense a little bit before he gains his composure.Â
âWe thought maybe thatâs what happenedâŚâ he replied truthfully. You shoot him a suspicious look and you notice his face start to turn red. âWe noticed⌠uh⌠we could sort of smell your slick.âÂ
âOh my god thatâs so embarrassing,â you groan.Â
âItâs okay, love, itâs natural,â he answers softly. âEverybody has heats and ruts⌠youâve seen your fair share of alphas in pre-rut in this house to know that.âÂ
âNot me,â you admit. âEverybody gets them⌠except for me.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIâve never⌠gotten my heat before, Chan.â You can tell by his expression that heâs shocked and a little confused.Â
âBut youâre presentedâŚ? Youâre an omega,â he points out. That much is obvious, you want to tell him.Â
âI presented without going through a heat. I had⌠a pseudo-heat, basically. That first time my body produced just enough hormones that I presented but not enough to sustain a heat⌠and Iâve never had one since. They said my omegan hormones were too low.âÂ
âBut you started it today?â he questions. You nod. âItâs understandable⌠I mean, you live with eight overly-hormonal alphas that are now courting you. Itâs probably your body's natural reaction. Is that whatâs got you so worked up?â You nodded again. âWhy didnât you tell us, baby?âÂ
âI was embarrassed,â you admit shyly. He grabs your cheeks so that youâre looking right into his eyes.Â
âWhat is the worst that could have happened, hmm? Did you think we would tease you? Shame you?â You reluctantly nod your head from where it rests between his hands. âThat would never, ever happen.âÂ
âI know,â you tell him. Logically you knew that but you couldnât help the burning feeling of shame and embarrassment that flooded through your body. âI was⌠at the store⌠and some asshole alpha noticed that I started my heat⌠I didnât know how he knew. I didnât even know! But he made some uncomfortable comments and I got so scared⌠I ran all the way home.â
âYou poor thing,â he coos. âNext time if you ever need us or you feel unsafe, you can call me right away. You can call any of us. Weâll always come to you, no questions asked, okay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âCan I scent you now?â he asks. You think about it for a second before nodding. Your body now feels like any threat is gone, maybe from Chanâs alpha pheromones that heâs been pumping out or maybe due to his reassuring words. You let him peel your scent patches off and your scent of caramel and brown sugar floods the room. With the undertones of Chanâs mint smell, the room almost smells overwhelmingly of a bakery. You know your smell is overpowering, sickly sweet and probably too strong but Chan inhales it straight from its source, burying your head in your neck. âDo you want me⌠or maybe another alpha⌠to take care of you for your heat?â he asks carefully.Â
âI was going⌠I just⌠I can do it myself,â you tell him. His eyes widen.Â
âFor your first heat? Are you sure? Itâs probably going to be a lot.âÂ
âItâs just⌠Iâve neverâŚâÂ
âYouâve never had sex?â he asks. Your lack of an answer tells him everything that you need to know. âI didnât know that, but thank you for sharing that, baby. If you want, whoever you might choose would be very careful and go nice and slow. Theyâd make you comfortable, love. Are you sure you donât want to try? Itâs up to you.âÂ
His words have you already starting to heat up more than before. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together but Chanâs thick legs are in your way. Youâd forgotten that you were practically sitting in his lap.Â
âDo you want that, baby?â he questions, noticing the arousal painted on your face and how your scent starts to sweeten the more you think about it. You nod eagerly. âWho do you want to pick for your first time?âÂ
You think and you think but you just canât seem to pick one of your alphas over the other. The more you think about it, youâre not sure you can leave any one of them out of the situation⌠youâve come to love each and every one of your boyfriends, you were sexually attracted to all of them, and they all make you feel comforted and feel like youâre at home. Your wolf cannot stand to have one and not the others, practically howling in protest. Your stomach twists when you think about how to express this to Chan.Â
âNeed⌠you all. I want everyone to be there.â His eyes widen slightly. You can tell heâs more than aroused by the thought of it.Â
âYouâre sure?â he asks, scanning your expression one final time.Â
âCanât choose. I want all my boyfriends.âÂ
Thereâs no judgment in his face whatsoever. You know your boyfriends have all had multiple partners for their ruts before so this wouldnât be anything new⌠You were the last to be courted, the last to join the relationship, and so you were the only one who hadnât crossed that barrier with anyone yet. Youâre a little nervous but more than excited for the prospect of whatâs to come, to finally cross the line with all eight of them. And you can't wait to tell them.Â
When Chan asks if you want to move your nest into the den you agree. The makeshift nest in your closet just isn't going to cut it anymore. You need something suitable for all eight of your alphas. Chan clears the den before you enter and takes the time to explain to all of the boys what is going on while you work on building your communal nest.Â
Spreading out your comforter widely across the floor, you start rummaging around the house to find items from everyone. You want the blanket on the couch, the one that smells a little bit like everyone⌠Chanâs hoodie, of course. Seungminâs stuffed animals and Felixâs pillow get thrown into the mix. Changbinâs gym clothes, Jisungâs squishmallow, Minhoâs dirty sheets⌠itâs almost perfect, though you almost cry when you find out that Jeongin just recently washed his favorite shirt. You knew it was the one thing that was missing from your nest, and maybe it was the hormones or the pain but that almost seemed like the last straw for you. Jeongin soothes you with his alpha pheromones and promises to heavily re-scent the shirt for you, which will have to do. Once the nest is an amalgamation of every smell swirling together you canât help but roll around in it. You even find yourself starting to purr.Â
When Chan opens the door to the den, you find yourself wanting to show your pack alpha the nest that youâre so proud of.Â
âMy nest. My nest, alpha, see?â you ask, grabbing his hand and inviting him into your nest.Â
âBeautiful nest,â he tells you. You squirm in excitement and smile wide at him. âDid such a good job, omega. Are you ready to invite the other alphas in too?â You nod at him excitedly, your scent sweetening as your alphas enter one by one. With you at the middle of your nest and an alpha on either side of you, two strong pairs of arms engulfing you and three more alphas on each side, you fall asleep with your omega purring in excitement.Â
âShe fell asleep,â you barely hear Felix point out. Â
âShe must be emotionally exhausted. Building her nest probably took a lot out of her. She needs us now.â You smile contentedly, happy to be surrounded by the people you love before the throes of your heat take over.Â
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You wake up to a delicious feeling between your legs. You let out a whine as you grind against whatever you feel behind you and itâs only the muffled groan you hear that truly stirs you from your sleep-filled haze.Â
âMinho?â you squeak. Sitting up and looking around you, you realize everybody else is still asleep.Â
âMm,â he replies. You feel your face flush in embarrassment and you quickly go to hide your face behind your hands once you realize what you had been doing. Heâs quick to grab your hands and put them at your sides, his cat-like eyes boring into your own. âYour heatâs really started, yeah?â You nod pathetically at him, clenching your thighs together to get a little bit of relief. âYou can keep riding my thigh if you want to,â he suggests. You squeak when his hands take purchase on your hips, pulling you on top of him. Any protest gets stuck in your throat when his thigh slots in between your legs, placing pressure where you desperately need him most. Â
You rock your hips back and forth slightly, scanning Minhoâs face for any judgment. Instead, you catch a whiff of his scent spiking in arousal, his black tea and vanilla smelling remnant of a coffee shop. You canât help but bury your face in his neck, inhaling deeply to better consume his smell. Tiny moans are punched out of you as he guides your hips into him, grinding you back and forth on his thigh. You know you have slick pouring out of you but you canât seem to care when he feels this good.Â
You can tell heâs restraining himselfâhe must know this is your first time doing anything, really. You've been fighting the urge to kiss him for too long but the sight of his lips caught between his bunny teeth is too hard to resist. You lurch forward, connecting your lips together despite the way your heart beats erratically. The way you squirm against him and the friction of his muscled thigh against your leg, it just isnât enough. You need more.Â
You smell a familiar wave of stormy petrichor and Chan is pulling you off of Minhoâs leg before you can protest. He maneuvers your body effortlessly, getting you in the exact position he wants youâlying on your back, knees propped up. His lips trail down your body for a moment, meeting your neck to breathe in your caramel scent. He licks over your scent glands for just a moment as if he were actually ready to devour you, but Minho thankfully quiets your moan with a quick peck to your lips.Â
Chan trails lower and lower still until he reaches your shorts, pressing long, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs that has your head spinning.Â
His hand reaches between your shorts, fingering your clothed core. âCan I touch you here?â he asks, examining your expression. You nod apprehensively. âI want to use my mouth on you, pretty girl. If you feel uncomfortable at any time or want me to stop, just let me know, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â you whisper. Thatâs enough for Chan to slip your shorts and panties down your legs in one fell swoop, his fingertips hot against your skin. You immediately feel the urge to close your legs, especially since you know youâre dripping an obscene amount of slick, but Chanâs strong hands keep them open. The alpha shoots you a gaze that spreads hot throughout your whole body, stern in letting you know not to hide from him. Minhoâs hand strokes your face, bringing you back to earth while you relax into his touch.Â
When Chanâs tongue licks up your slit and attaches itself to your clit, itâs like electricity spreads through your whole body. You moan into Minhoâs hand which has quickly attached itself to your mouth, muffling your noises.Â
âShhh,â he reminds you. You seem to have forgotten that there are six other alphas sleeping in the den at the moment and youâre grateful for his save. âIf you want us to stop, blink your eyes three times,â he murmurs. You nod your head, eyes wide. Chan continues to lap and suck at the bundle of nerves between your legs, his fingers coming to grab the slick that spills out of you. Rather than pushing his fingers into you like you expected him to do he softly circles your entrance, getting you used to the feeling. Between Minho working you up on his thigh earlier and the liquid hot desire that you had been fighting off all day, it doesnât take much to bring you to the edge.Â
You canât help but rock your hips into his face, seeking out more pleasure until his hands hold your hips down effortlessly. âStay still,â he murmurs. âTake what I give you.â And you doâyou take and you take and you take, relishing in every swipe of his tongue and calculated touch. When Minho reaches down to grab your breast over your shirt, thumbing at your nipple, you finally come apart. The two alphas help you through your orgasm, Chan watching you intently from his spot between your legs. He only parts from you with a soft pop once youâre done squirming and your ragged breathing has slowed.Â
Finally you notice the smell in the room. It would have been easy to miss over your sweetened caramel and brown sugar, but sure enoughâ jasmine, lavender, rose, bergamot, sea salt, lime. It must be your heightened sense of smell that causes you to easily pick up the scent of the other six alphas, all in various states of rousing from their sleep. As if on instinct, your scent spiking during your release must have awakened them.Â
When Felix opens his arms you gratefully accept his embrace. He has always smelled like the ocean, comforting and refreshing, but the scent comes out much saltier now. You can tell heâs trying to hide just how affected he is.Â
âHi Lix,â you mumble into his chest. He rubs soothing circles on your back. Your emotional connection has always run deep with Felix, even before he asked to court you. His touch and scent has never failed to comfort you, not even now. If he notices your lack of clothes he certainly doesn't comment on them, though youâre not sure if itâs for your sake or his own.Â
âWas that okay?â Chan, ever the attentive and protective leader feels the need to ask. His alpha is running wild with the need to check in on you, pleasure you, dote on you⌠âHow do you feel?âÂ
âGood,â you answer with a small smile. âFelt good.âÂ
You squirm in Felixâs lap a little. âThen why do you look so embarrassed, baby?â Whelp. You werenât expecting for him to read you like an open book.Â
âS not enough,â you mutter. Chan blinks at you for a moment, prompting you to go on. âI feel like I need something moreâŚâÂ
âAwww,â Changbin coos. âBaby, do you need an alpha to pop a knot in you?â You find yourself letting out a small gasp at his words, red hot desire burning through your system. Thatâs exactly what you need.Â
You lean towards Changbin and slot your lips together. He certainly wasnât expecting it but eagerly accepts it and you moan into his mouth, not caring about the seven other alphas in the room currently watching.Â
âDo you want a knot?â Youâre not even sure who asked the question but you nod so enthusiastically that someone behind you snickers.Â
âWho do you want, baby?â Chan asks you. You only have to ponder for a second before the answer is clear.Â
âChangbin,â you confess. Maybe it was because he was the first one who suggested it or perhaps his tone, the slight condescending lilt in his voice driving you wild with desire.Â
Chan hesitates for a moment and you freeze. Did you say something wrong?Â
âI wouldnât recommend that for your first time, love,â Hyunjin recommends gently. You furrow your brow and your scent must sour at his wordsâyour omega already set her sights on him and you didnât want anything to interfere. You whine in response.Â
âWhy?â you pout.Â
âChangbin is, uh, the thickest one here? Um, itâll be hard to take him for your first time.â Hyunjin flushes while you process his words. Oh. Oh.Â
You know that the eight of them have been involved, some moreso than others who had previously established relationships in the group, but such an intimate response from Hyunjin surprises you for some reason. Unfortunately, his words don't quite sway you the way that he had hoped. If anything it makes you squirm even more thinking about the way he would fill you up deliciously.Â
âPlease,â you beg, though you donât even know what youâre begging for.Â
âWhy donât you start with Lixie?â Chan suggests. His words hit you hard when you realize youâre still in the alphaâs lap. Felix, your Lixie and his sea salt and sandalwood and gentle touchesâŚÂ
âFelix,â you whisper into his ear. âCan I have you?â His eyes are blown wide due to lust and his scent spikes, telling you all you need to know but you wait for him to answer anyway.Â
âOf course,â he drawls. His voice has always sent sparks right down to your core but even more so now, you canât help but instinctively grind into him, causing both of you to let out a low moan at the sensation. Felix pulls down his sweats, the only layer of clothing separating you two, and gently lowers you down to the floor of your nest. You spread your legs open for him and watch as he stares at your glistening core; you have no time to be shy though, not when youâre so desperate that you start to whine. Felix lets out a low laugh before guiding his length between your legs, teasing your entrance with his tip. He pushes into you slowly and waits for you to adjust, your heat fluttering around him and your eyes rolling into the back of your head in bliss.
âMove,â you tell the alpha, and heâs gentle in the way he rocks his hips into yours, slow but deep. Both of your scents swirl around the room overtaken by your arousals and you canât help but think it smells like salted caramel, and the thought of how perfect your scents compliment one another has you going crazy. âMore,â you tell Felix as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your eyes flit to the other alphas in the room who all watch you intently, causing your body to flush more than it already was. Chanâs eyes bore into you and cause you to shudder, but when Felix presses his thumb to your clit and starts to go faster you lose your focus on the other alphas.Â
He works you up surprisingly fast and he presses his body closer to yours when you start to writhe underneath him. âSo good, omega,â he grunts. âPerfect, sweet omega doing so good for their alpha.â You donât warn him before you cum because you yourself are not expecting it. Felix looks like heâs trying so hard to hold back and work you through your orgasm but thereâs only one thing on your mind.Â
âKnot, alpha,â you beg him. âKnot me, please.â Two more harsh thrusts and Felix spills into you, locking his knot into place as you continue to come undone around him with a loud cry. He brushes your hair out of your face and lowers his body onto yours, rearranging your figures into something more comfortable while you wait for his knot to go down. You sigh content in his arms, already feeling more satisfied than just moments ago.Â
âYou okay?â Felix asks and you hum in approval. You felt more than okay but you didnât know how to express that.Â
âThank you, Lixie,â is what you say. You lay in his arms, trying not to squirm or think about his thick knot buried in your cunt lest you start to get yourself worked up again.Â
âJesus,â Jeongin finally says, breaking the silence. âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â Everyone snickers at the youngest, eager alpha and you can tell heâs not lying, a sizeable bulge in his joggers to prove his point. You try not to salivate.Â
âCâmere,â you tell the youngest alpha. He looks at you with wide eyes and practically crawls to you, bringing your face into an unexpected, messy kiss. Jeongin has always smelled very citrusy, like lime and grass. His scent reminds you of summer and you fail to restrain from sticking your face right into his neck, licking at his sensitive scent glands.Â
âHi, baby,â he coos. He tries to act nonchalant and unaffected by your actions but his breathing tells another story. You palm at the bulge in his pants and he lets out a small gasp, not expecting it. He watches as you desperately try to get his pants down and reveal him. âWhatcha doing?â he asks finally. âLixieâs cock isnât enough? Itâs still buried inside you, baby.âÂ
You flush at his words, feeling hot all over. As if to punctuate his point, Felix pulses from where he is inside you, causing you to let out a low groan. âWanna touch you,â you pout.Â
âYeah?â he smirks. He wastes no time now in pulling down his joggers, watching as your gaze is transfixed on his cock. Itâs endearing, he thinks, that youâre suddenly so obsessed with him and making him feel good. Once revealed your jaw drops at his length; long and skinny but pretty, just like him. You reach your hand up to touch him, to wrap your hand around his girth but he slaps your hand away lightly. He tsks at you, instead pushing his hips forward to rest his cock on your lips, tapping it against them for good measure. âCome on, baby, you can take it,â he urges. With the innate urge to please your alpha you open your mouth and suckle on the tip, tasting his pre-cum coating your mouth. Heâs delicious, just as you would have assumed, and you moan around him as he pushes forward slightly.Â
Felix curses behind you; you suppose that in your quest to help out the alpha in front of you, youâve been slowly grinding your hips into the alpha still locked into you with his knot. You couldnât help it, really, the sight in front of you is just too arousing to be helped. But Felixâs hands grab a hold of your hips, stilling you.Â
âJust one more minute,â Felix groans. âMy knot⌠itâs starting to go down.â His voice is pained from overstimulation and so you do the best you can to not move a muscle despite the way the heat between your legs pulsates with need. You focus on Jeongin instead, bobbing your head forward and backward in an attempt to get all of him in your mouth. One of his large hands takes place in your hair, grabbing it but not harsh enough to hurt. Itâs just enough for him to be able to take control of your head, using you to take over his own desires. Even still the alpha restrains, not pushing far enough into your mouth for you to choke. When you open your eyes to stare at Jeongin above you he is the epitome of beauty, his toned abs and v-line prominent from where his shirt is now lifted with the corner placed into his mouth. He looks downright sinful with the way he stares down at you with dark eyes.Â
Youâre manhandled the second that Felix finally pulls out of you. A pair of hands are on your hips and youâre being pulled off of Jeongin and onto all fours, another alpha pushing into you before you have time to truly comprehend what is going on. The smell of roses and vanilla floods your senses and you know that itâs Hyunjinâs doing, eager to please you and fill you up before you have to beg someone else to do so. Youâre thankful you can reach Jeongin even better in this position with no need to crane your neck. Jeongin pushes in once again, using your mouth as Hyunjin rocks his hips into you from behind.Â
You feel so full like this, your head starting to feel cloudy when the only thing you can see, smell, or feel are your two alphas. They set up a brutal yet sturdy rhythm between them, Hyunjin in your guts at the same time Jeongin hits the back of your throat. You feel something wet run down your face and Jeongin coos when he sees the tears from your lower lashes start to spill, quick to run his thumbs on your cheeks to wipe them away. He grabs your hair and pulls out, holding you up as he asks if youâre alright. You nod and shut your eyes again, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. The only thing you crave at this moment is your alpha and his cock, the need to be thoroughly used for his pleasure while Hyunjin gives you pleasure of your own overwhelming.Â
Jeongin chokes out a breathy moan when heâs close, spewing praises in your ear that are downright filthy. His grip on your head gets a little more harsh and your face is straight against his pubic bone as he rocks his face into yours two, three more times until heâs spilling his warmth down your throat.Â
âFuckk,â Hyunjin groans from behind you. âSheâs so tight, sheâs clenching around me.â Before you even have time to recuperate, Jeongin is pressing his mouth into yours in a searing, messy kiss. You moan straight into his mouth, unexpecting of the sudden affection.Â
 âYou gonna cum baby?â he whispers, a sly grin on his face. âGonna cum on alphaâs knot?â Your eyes roll back in your head, focusing on the pleasure building up. You rock yourself back onto Hyunjinâs cock, feeling the precipice of your orgasm.Â
âClose,â you warn. âHyunjin, pleaseâŚâ Jeongin grabs your chin and makes you look up at him and the sight of the alpha above youâŚÂ
You and Hyunjin come apart at the same time, your powerful orgasm shaking through your body and causing his knot to slot in place as he releases inside of you with a groan.Â
Your ears start to ring with the power of your orgasm and you vaguely recognize Hyunjin lay you down on your stomach, his body slumping on top of yours as gently as he can muster. Someone strokes your hair and you lean into their touch, sighing contentedly. When Hyunjin finally pulls out you let out a whine of protest but somebody pulls you into their arms, holding you close. Youâre rocked back and forth as someone whispers into your ear and itâs soothing. Youâre surprised when the smell of lavender and laundry hits your nose because Seungmin has never been this gentle or doting on you before.Â
You blink your eyes open to see him staring softly down at you. It makes warmth flood your heart because you and Seungmin⌠have always had a playful, teasing relationship full of banter. He wasnât one to coddle you or necessarily go out of his way to say kind things to you. He was more the type to show his love through actions than through physical affection or words of affirmation. Like memorizing your coffee order, giving you his hoodies to wear, folding your laundry for you when youâve had a bad day, or taking you out to the arcade or to watch baseball games with him. His love was often unspoken and so the way he holds you so close to his chest, it makes light tears flood down your face with adoration.Â
âSeung,â you whisper. His hand strokes through your hair. He must be feeling a certain type of way, or rather, knows this is exactly what you need right now. Especially as a sharp pain shoots through your abdomen and he cradles you even closer.Â
âYou feelin okay?â he asks, voice laced with concern. âYou can take a break if you need to.â You shake your head, the proposition of not having every one of your alphas distressing enough for a whine to leave your lips. âHey, weâre not going anywhere, pup,â he tells you. âIf you need an alpha cock that bad, there are eight of them to choose from.âÂ
Thereâs the Seungmin you know. You hate to admit how his words are sent straight to your core. Youâve always loved your banter and teasing nature, and right now it has you red hot to your bones. You feel the slick pour from your legs and you whine again, shoving your head straight into his neck.Â
âYouâre gonna act all shy now?â he scoffs. âGonna act like you didnât just choke on Jeonginnieâs cock ten minutes ago?â Your body burns at his words and you squirm in his lap, causing him to chuckle. âI can give you what you need if you ask nicely, pup,â he tells you, laying you flat on your back. You cover your face with your hands and he growls, pinning your arms at your sides.Â
âPlease,â you whimper.Â
âThat was pathetic,â he laughs. âYou can do better than that.âÂ
âSeung, please,â you babble, squirming desperately beneath his gaze. âWant you⌠need you please alpha, it hurts, want your knot, please take care of meâŚâ Well, that seems to be exactly what he was looking for as he lets out a pleased shudder at your words. You watch, licking your lips as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough to let his cock out. He teases it against your folds but doesnât make you wait long before he pushes in, gentle but deliberate in his need to satiate your desires.Â
You let out a content moan at being filled by him. His arms on either side of your head, he starts rocking his hips into yours. You lift your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he softly grinds into you.Â
When you hear a wet sound behind you, you immediately turn your head. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of Jisung on his knees with Minhoâs cock shoved down his throat, one hand gripped harshly in his hair as he maneuvers him the way he wants. The sight is sinful, pornographic, nauseatingly attractive as your boyfriend looks so pliant and submissive for the other.Â
A light smack to your face draws your attention back to Seungmin. âDumb omega,â he says in a teasing lilt. âPay attention to the alpha thatâs fucking you, yeah?â You nod pathetically at him, trying hard to concentrate despite the lewd sounds that come from behind you. He makes it so easy to pay attention though, his cock bullying in and out of you in a way that has you seeing stars. Youâve always wanted to see him like this, for him to lose his composure because of you. And heâs still holding together so well, barely audible panting and low groans escaping his throat when his hips slam against yours just rightâŚÂ You want more, though. You want his smug grin to be wiped off of his face, want to see him lose himself to the pleasure in the same way you are. Right now, âthis is for you,â is what heâs telling you, and though heâs feeling good heâs only focused on you, his omega, and fucking her dumb through her heat because thatâs what you need. Youâre leaning up on your elbows before you can process it and pulling him into a messy, wet kissâone that distracts him long enough for his pace to falter and for you to push him onto his back.Â
âWhatââ Seungmin starts, taken aback. His eyes widen slightly and his brow furrows in confusion but youâre taking charge of your pleasure now, using him while showing him youâre not all dumb omega, that you can take care of him just as well. You grab his hands and place them onto your breasts, squeezing around his hands so he gets the point to hold them the way you want. And he immediately responds, kneading the flesh and thumbing around your sensitive nipples.Â
You start rocking your hips and the satisfaction you get when he lets out a groan and throws his head back is unlike anything youâve ever experienced. You want him to make that sound again and again, want to ride him until you make him pop his knot inside you. And when your hips slam up and down into his, completely setting the pace and feeling his big cock hitting all the right places inside you, you feel smug. Smug because Seungmin has his eyes closed in pleasure, his mouth open and panting, unable to control where he puts his hands. The stoic, smarmy alpha act is gone and now all he can focus on is your tight pussy and the pleasure you give right back to your alpha. And youâve always loved his voice, his singing beautiful and melodic in all the right ways, but now⌠Now? You would hear those pitchy whines every day for the rest of your life if you could.Â
The best part about this new position is that it gives you a perfect view of the show you were missing. As you bounce rhythmically on Seungminâs cock you eagerly watch your Sungie get his throat fucked relentlessly. His big round eyes are scrunched shut, face dripping saliva and tears as he moans around Minhoâs cock, pistoning into him at a brutal pace. The hand is still tight in Jisungâs hair, effectively holding him in place for him to just use⌠And Minhoâs face is cat-like, predatory with narrowed eyes and a sly grin. You clench around Seungmin, losing your pace as you turn your focus to the show in front of you, your heart beating rapidly when Minho turns to look you in the eye and watch the way you chase your own pleasure. A thin glean of sweat coats his features and when Jisung gurgles around him, making a lewd pathetic sound, Minho throws his head back with an open mouth. You think it might be the most beautiful scene youâve ever witnessed in your life. Then Minho pulls his cock out of Jisungâs mouth with a wet pop, and Jisung sticks his tongue out as if expecting what comes next. When Minho finishes all over Jisungâs face and eagerly laps up what he can, you cum too, the sight too irresistible to ignore the way your body wants to respond to it. And so you grind yourself against Seungmin again and your pussy squeezes him so deliciously, as if trying to milk out every last drop. Itâs no surprise he follows suit, pumping you full of his release as his knot settles comfortably at your entrance.Â
You let out a loud, dramatic sigh as you collapse into Seungminâs arms, relishing in the way he strokes your hair and draws little symbols on your back. There he isâthe soft Seungmin that's comforting and caring, and not the Seungmin you usually see on a daily basis. Youâll take it, never one to complain about cuddles or a little gentle caress from your alpha. You nuzzle into his neck, letting that fresh lavender smell overwhelm your senses as you relax. You even start to doze off a little bit, your muscles tired from overexertion and your head nestled comfortably in the crook of Seungminâs neck. Even though youâre both a little sticky from sweat, your bodies feel like they were meant to be pressed together like this.Â
It doesnât take long for Seungminâs knot to deflate but you find yourself letting out a whine in its absence. âShhh, pup,â you hear him coo. You vaguely find yourself thinking you want more, need more but youâre flooded with the potent scent of petrichor that makes you feel so pliant and sleepy you canât help but succumb to sleep. You want to whine, curse Chan for using his pheromones on you but you canât bring yourself to when you feel a wave of security and comfort engulf your senses.Â
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Youâre in an in-between state where you can hear whatâs going on around you but you canât move, limbs and eyelids too heavy and protesting the signals your brain is sending.Â
âThat was so hot,â someone says, barely audible. That at least floods you with warmth and satisfactionâyour pack thinks youâre hot.Â
âI feel bad for making her fall asleep but she needed it, she was starting to push herself,â someone says, changing the subject. You can at least put two and two together and figure that itâs Chan expressing his regret. âEven if she sleeps for a few minutes, her body needs it.â Someone else hums in agreement.Â
âWas mean,â you slur. You slowly regain use of your extremities, fingers twitching then your whole hand. It takes some effort but youâre able to rub the sleep from your eyes.Â
âSorry baby,â Chan sighs. He strokes your hair with deft fingers and you think you can forgive him, just this once. It is your first ever heat, after all, and who would you trust but your one and only pack alpha?
âYou owe me one,â you say with a pout, and you open one eye to shoot him a playful glare.Â
âAnything,â he concedes. âBut I think you have other company.â As you sit up and wiggle away from a sleeping Seungminâs grasp, you notice the subject in question. A whiny, squirmy Jisung, eyes flickering between you and Minho at rapid speed.Â
âPlease, hyung,â he squeaks. âSheâs awake now, please? Iâll be good. Iâll be so good,â he babbles. Minho just watches with his arms crossed and squints at you, the hint of a grin splaying on his face. When he waves his wrist dismissively at the younger alpha he all but leaps into your arms. He kisses your face wet and erratic and you realize he smells more like Minhoâs vanilla than his own bergamot. That thought alone, that Minho has already laid his claim on him is enough to have you squeezing your legs together, remembering the scene from not long ago.Â
His arms grope every part of your naked flesh within reach and you feel thoroughly felt, thoroughly wanted. You moan his name and babble and grab him back, arching your back in an attempt to press your core against his. He doesnât protestâyouâre so wet that his length accidentally slides into you and makes a loud squelching sound that causes you both to squeak. When Jisung ruts into you itâs desperate, messy and all-consuming. He barely pulls out before pushing back in, trying to savor the feeling of being inside you without having to fully leave.Â
A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump and itâs Minho with his devious smile. He still wants to have control over the situation, over Jisung, and his presence serves as that reminder. âDonât you dare think about cumming before your omega,â he orders. âOnly pathetic alphas canât please their omegas, right Sungie?â Jisung nods frantically, his grip on your hips both bruising and grounding.Â
Youâre not expecting Minho to bend down and start lapping at your clit so it takes you by surprise, your legs thrashing out only to be held in place by the two alphas. His precision counteracts Jisungâs reckless abandon, his eyes narrowing and darting between watching you and Jisung. As if to add fuel to the fire, he occasionally tongues at your entrance making sure to pay attention to Jisungâs length pistoning in and out of you.Â
âGood job,â Minho purrs condescendingly. Youâre rocking your hips up in a desperate attempt to get Jisung deeper, to feel Minhoâs tongue right where you want it. âLook at how youâre making our baby omega feel.â Jisungâs eyes are half-lidded at the alphaâs statement, his tongue sticking out as he pants and whines.Â
âM close,â you warn Jisung. You watch him closely, no longer paying attention to Minho or his actions.Â
âOh god,â he whimpers. âPlease, please cum. Iâm gonnaâgonna fill you up so good. Gonna cum so deep, canât hold it anymore, y/nnie, pleaseââÂ
Your orgasm crashes over you and Jisung explodes the second he feels you clench around him. He cums and cums and you feel his warmth so deep inside you, his cock pulsing as his release hits him just as hard as yours. His knot locks in place and you both let out a sigh of relief. He collapses onto you and you hold him tight, watching Minho rub circles into his back and your face alternatively. At one point Minho reaches in between yours and Jisungâs bodies just to thumb at your clit which makes both you and Jisung whine at the oversensitivity and for Minho to smile devilishly.Â
You think Jisung might have fallen asleep by the way his breaths even out, not even budging when his knot finally deflates. When you shoot Minho a frantic glance he is already moving, taking Jisung in his arms and prying him off of you. Though he whines at the separation he immediately curls up into Minhoâs arms so he canât be terribly distressed.Â
You throw an arm over your eyes and smile. You even let out a light laugh because how can this feel this good? How can your alphas take such good care of you, be with you during your first ever heat (which is supposed to be stressful), and make it so comforting and pleasant?Â
You smell jasmine and patchouli before you even see Changbin and you already want to press your legs together. Changbin is the thickest one here, Hyunjin had said. Itâll be hard to take him. Youâve never been one to back down from a challenge but youâre already second guessing yourself when Changbin fills you up with his thick fingers. Just two of them and you feel so full, but then he pulls his fingers out and sucks Jisungâs release from his fingers. The sight is almost obscene but your heart rate picks up, clearly intrigued by his actions.Â
âWant a taste?â he asks with one eyebrow quirked. You open your mouth and then shut it again before nodding at him shyly. Youâre expecting for him to reach down in between you again, to find more of that white substance to scoop up and feed you but instead he leans forward, grabbing your jaw by the hinges and forcing your mouth open.Â
âTongue out,â he demands. You do as you're told, sticking your tongue out as wide as it will go. Changbin leans even closer and spits directly onto your eagerly waiting tongue before lightly slapping your face, signifying for you to close your jaw and swallow. You do taste Jisung a little bit, a bitter mix of salt and his signature bergamot smell. For good measure, you stick your tongue out again to show Changbin that you swallowed every last drop. He smiles at you and you return it happily until he pulls down his pants.Â
Fuck.Â
They werenât kiddingâhe was thick and long, his girth almost resembling a can of soda. You crawl backwards instinctively, wanting to say something intelligent like âthereâs no way thatâs going to fit inside of me.â Of course, no words form and Changbin responds to your hesitation by grabbing an ankle, pulling you towards him alarmingly fast.Â
âItâs okay,â he coos. âAlpha will take good care of you, alright?â You whimper but nod your head, watching as he drags his length up and down your center. He positions his tip at your entrance and you can already feel the stretch. Youâre well-lubricated with enough slick and cum now to at least make it a little easierâyouâre not sure how you would manage withoutâbut you still feel inch by inch stretch you out.Â
âBig,â you complain, squirming under his intense gaze. You can tell he wants to make some snide remark in return but instead he just blushes, his ears turning red to indicate your words have some sort of effect on him.Â
Finally heâs seated all the way inside of you and if you look down you can even see the slightest bulge in your tummy. He must see it too because he groans and flings his head back.Â
âWoah,â Hyunjin comments from somewhere behind you. âThatâs so hot. Heâs in her guts.â You laugh as Changbin says something filthy to him in return.Â
He hasnât even started moving yet, staring at the bump in your stomach. When he presses down on it you both moan, the pleasure heightened.Â
âLook at that, babe,â he instructs. âWhile I fuck you full watch the way my cock hits your little tummy.â He starts in earnest then, the way he thrusts into you at full force enough to knock the air out of your lungs. He punches little noises out of you every time your hips connect though heâs not exactly quiet himself.Â
âThatâs gonna be me next,â someone whispers in your ear. You look up to find an intimidating Chan lingering over you and he grabs you, positioning himself right behind you so he can hold you still while whispering improper words in your ear. âGonna fuck my omega so good, hmm? Gonna stuff you full of my cock over and over again.â You squirm but he has a vice grip on you, leaning forward to nibble on your ear. His hot breath against your skin has your body running hot but you feel him everywhere, smell him and his petrichor with every breath you take. Even while Changbin is fucking the living daylights out of you Chan is there, distracting you from every other sensation. âTake what we give you,â he snaps when you move again. âAre you so cock-drunk and greedy that you wonât listen to your alphas?âÂ
You shake your head, tears pricking at your lash line. âNo, Channie, alpha, Iâll be good, gonna be good,â you promise. Changbin grabs your legs and hoists them over his shoulders, effectively bending you in half while he bullies his cock in and out of you.Â
âToo much,â you wail at a particularly deep thrust and you hear Changbin scoff.Â
âToo much?â he mocks. âYou donât think your alphas know whatâs too much for you? Silly omega.âÂ
His words cause your toes to curl and your body to tense and before you can even warn him you cum around him so tightly you swear you black out for a second.Â
âSo tight,â he comments and you let out a high-pitch sound and close your eyes tight while your orgasm continues to pulse. He fucks you so hard and fast through it that your body is overwhelmed and fuck, youâre cumming again.Â
Chan and Changbin both watch as your release squirts out of you, covering his lower abdomen and causing him to glisten in a way thatâs obscene. But boy did that do something to Changbin, the scene so hot that he pushes his hips into you one final time and stills as he finishes. You cry out when his knot locks into place, not used to an intrusion that large and you think thereâs no way you could move, youâre just too full.Â
When you lean your head back you see Chan smiling at you with a glint in his eyes youâd never seen before.Â
âWhat?â you ask him as he leaves small touches along your body, paying close attention to your collarbone and shoulder.Â
âNothin,â he responds quickly. He waits a beat and then⌠âYou need to take a break before we start? Need to take a nap?â Itâs sweet that heâs checking in on you when you know heâs been dying for a chance to ravage you, his scent giving him away.Â
âNot a chance in Hell,â you laugh. âAlpha, you better fuck my brains out or Iâll find someone else to do it.â Youâre bluffing and you both know it, his eyes darkening at your attempt to rile him up. Youâve heard about Chan and his tendency to get in these moods, his need to put people in their places and essentially⌠tame them. You knew you could push his buttons and he would show you a side of him youâve never seen before while simultaneously trusting him to reduce you to a whiney, submissive omega for him. Itâs what you wanted. He knew it too. You can tell when he tongues at the inside of his cheek and smiles, looking up at the ceiling as if to calm himself down.Â
âCute,â he comments as if heâs talking about you and not to you. âVery cute. But when I have you crying because you canât cum again and alphaâs cock is too much for you, remember that it was you who tried to be cute, and it was you who riled me up, yeah?â You gulp nervously. Chan looks⌠predatory, observing you as if determining when the right time is to strike.Â
âI couldâve been so sweet to you,â he continues on. Your breath catches in your throat. âYou couldâve gotten sweet, loving Chan to help you through your heat, to fuck you slow and gentle. But thatâs not what you want, right? You want the big mean alpha to âfuck your brains out?âÂ
Changbinâs knot deflates and you wrap your legs around him in a last-ditch effort to get him to stay, to maybe fool Chan into believing that his knot is still locked deep inside you. But youâre not that lucky because Chan is quick to laugh and grab your legs, prying you off of Changbin as if you weigh nothing.Â
âDonât be smart now,â he warns. âFinish what you started.â He pulls you close to him, sitting you down in his lap on his prominent bulge. He kisses you once harshly before trailing down, sucking a large mark onto your neck right below your scent gland. His teeth nip right where your mating bite would be, teasing you.Â
Your eyes flicker to everyone else who seems to be watching in awe. Hyunjin has crawled into Changbinâs arms now that heâs available but both of their eyes are glued to you as if watching a cinematic masterpiece.Â
âHeâs so hot when he gets into his âalphaâ mode,â Felix whispers to Seungmin. You wanted to agree with him but your senses are so overwhelmed with petrichor and mint. Chanâs scenting you, claiming you as his as thoroughly as he can for the other alphas to see.Â
âThey canât help you,â Chan comments when he sees you shoot Minho a desperate look. He gives you a fake pout in return. âItâs me and you, omega. Your safe word is pineapple, okay? I will only stop when you say that word, otherwise itâs game on.â You nod at him and he grips your chin harshly, making you look straight into his eyes.Â
âWords.âÂ
âYes, alpha.âÂ
Someone lets out a shaky breath.Â
Heâs quick to maneuver you the way he wants, positioning you on your knees with your back facing him. You turn behind you to look at him but he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you face first into your nest. You hear him unbuckling his belt and you want to look so bad, to touch but he positioned you a certain way and you donât want to disobey already.Â
Chan says nothing as he pushes his length into you, grabbing your hips and letting out a groan as he bottoms out. He pulls out and slams back in, causing you to lurch forward. Your hands grab at anything, a pillow or t-shirt in order to ground yourself as he sets a brutal pace.Â
At some point you hear him scoff and he reaches forward and grabs your arms, holding them behind your back. This lifts your face and chest off of the ground and he uses this new leverage to pound into you.
âFuck,â he groans. âPerfect little cunt. Gonna⌠fill you up. Gonna make you round with my pups.â You gasp. You would have never thought he had such a filthy mouth and here you are, looking at the unfiltered version of him.Â
âChan,â you moan, clenching around him. His thighs slap against the back of yours and you can feel him so deep inside of you that you let out sounds that can only be described as animalistic. Your orgasm builds up so fast that you barely have time to warn him, letting out a loud cry instead. He fucks you through it until the afterwaves have worn off and your head slumps forward. He lets go of your hands and gives you a second to recuperate and then heâs lifting you up again, cradling you in his arms.Â
Youâre about to question what heâs doing before he slides into again and you squeak. He shushes you and grabs your thighs, lifting you up and down on his cock.Â
âYouâll let me use you, omega, right?â he grunts. âLet me use you like a little toy until I cum?â You nod and blink tears away at the overstimulationâyou want to do this, want to be good for him. His grip will likely leave Chan-shaped fingerprints in your hips and that thought alone makes you feel warm, your wolf liking the thought of your pack alpha claiming you for everyone else to see. You throw your head back and Chan lets out a groan as if heâs in pain. âDonât do that,â he whines. âDonât show me your pretty neck like that. Youâll make me want to bite you.âÂ
You gasp, your heart beating twice as fast in excitement. Youâve talked about mating bites before, but since the relationship was still so new you had assumed everyone would wait until the courting phase was over. But that thought of being his, belonging to him and the pack?Â
âOh, you liked that, didnât you?â he grins. He bounces you up even higher just to slam you back down onto his cock, relishing in the way your face scrunches in pleasure.Â
âHer scent spiked,â Seungmin comments intelligently. âShe really wants you to bite her.â You want to make a snide remark, to tell him to shut up but nothing comes out besides a broken sound.Â
âYeah?â Chan teases. âWould omega like it if I put a bite right⌠here?â He leans forward and places his teeth right on your scent gland, right where a large hickey was already forming from his previous actions. He bites you, lightly, not enough to mark or seal the bond, but itâs enough to make you cum again.Â
Youâre surprised, heâs surprised, and you practically convulse from the intensity of it. His hips stutter and he falters, clearly taken aback.Â
âGonna⌠gonna, fuck,â he gets out. You can tell he was going to say something that probably would have made you squirm from the lewdness of it but he canât get it out because he thrusts once and then twice before he releases inside of you. He throws his head back and opens his mouth to let out a loud cry and he looks angelic in a sense, a thin sheen of sweat covering his features and thick muscles that makes him look like heâs glowing. You help the best you can, weakly lifting your hips to help him ride through his orgasm but his knot locks into place and he holds you so tight in his arms you think you might suffocate. He cradles you towards his neck and places you right into his scent gland and a sense of serenity washes over you.Â
Youâre thoroughly spent. You feel satiated, no longer thinking about your pleasure or the desire that had overcome you. You can rest and you very well could fall asleep in Chanâs arms right now, with his cock still seated inside you but you know his protective inner alpha would never let him. Jeongin brings you water to drink out of a straw and you oblige, drinking every last drop in record speed. Minho is close behind with a sandwichâwhen did he even leave the nest? But he hand-feeds you every bite as you breathe in the scent of your eight boyfriends. Your nest smells like love. It smells like home, like the eight people who have vowed to take care of you.
Chan hears you sniffle and immediately tenses. âWhatâs wrong?â he asks. âAre you hurt? Was I too rough?âÂ
You laugh as you pry yourself away from his neck to look at him, grabbing his face with two hands as you plant a kiss to his lips. When you pull away he gives you a confused look, brows furrowed with pursed lips.Â
âI just love you,â you confess. âI love you all.â He lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes the tears were happy in nature.Â
âWe love you too,â he replies with a kiss. âWeâll have to talk about this mating thing, you know.â A blush creeps up your face when you remember how eagerly your body reacted to the prospect of getting bit.Â
âI know,â you answer. âJust⌠want to be yours.âÂ
âBabygirl you already are.âÂ
When his knot finally deflates a pair of strong arms lifts you off of him. Changbin helps you lay down and Seungmin is waiting with a wet cloth to wipe you clean. You donât even have to lift a muscle but you do, leaping into the arms of a sleepy but sated Felix. You nuzzle close to him and Jisung clings to your back immediately. You register a flurry of hands and legs all moving together to join the cuddle pile taking place in your nest but your eyes flutter closed and you let out a content sigh.Â
You knew that one day you would have to get your heat and though you were apprehensive about it, you shouldâve known youâd have your pack to help you get through it. You shouldâve known it was okay to open up to them about in the first place and you shouldâve known they would take care of you without blinking an eye. Now you know and it has only reinforced your love and trust of them.Â
You fall asleep in seconds surrounded by the warmth of your alphas, your boyfriends, your pack.Â
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the library was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt like it was carved out of the world itself. sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting soft patterns on the wooden floors. it wasnât a large libraryâsmall, cozy, and tucked away at the edge of the town, mostly frequented by students and a few older residents who enjoyed its peaceful atmosphere.
seungmin pushed open the door, a soft chime ringing as he stepped inside. he didnât particularly enjoy coming hereâit wasnât exactly his sceneâbut he had a book to return, one his friend had borrowed under his name. as usual, he wore his baseball cap low, the brim shading his face, as he approached the front desk.
a blonde was sitting behind the counter, his deep voice calm as he hummed a tune to himself while stamping books. seungmin placed the book on the counter, nodding slightly.
âreturning this,â
felix looked up briefly, gave a small nod, and reached for the book without much thought. âgot it.â
the guy turned away without another word, heading toward the shelves by the windows. it had been a while since heâd been here, and he didnât remember much about the layout, but he found a stool near an aisle and sank down onto it. pulling a small notebook from his jacket pocket, he uncapped his pen and began writing.
he always wrote when things felt too noisy inside his head. the notebook held snippets of his thoughts, observations, and, lately, small moments he hadnât been able to forgetâlike her.
behind the counter, felix finished sorting the returned books before glancing at the time. it was quiet enough that he decided to assign someone the task of checking on the lone customer.
ây/n,â he called, his voice low so as not to disturb the silence.
she turned from the bookshelf she was organizing, brushing her hands on her skirt. âyeah?â
âthereâs someone by the windows. go check if they need anything,â felix said, gesturing lazily toward the back of the library. âseems like heâs settled in, but weâre supposed to, you know, do our job.â
the girl rolled her eyes with a small smile. âfine. anything else, your majesty?â
felix smirked. âjust be your usual charming self.â
she shook her head, adjusting the loose cardigan over her blouse as she walked toward the windows. the aisle was bathed in golden light, and at first, she only saw the figure sitting on the stool, hunched slightly over something in his hands. it wasnât until she got closer that she froze.
seungmin?
he didnât notice her at first, too focused on whatever he was writing. his profile was sharper in the soft light, the cap hiding most of his messy brown hair. she hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to speak, but curiosity got the better of her.
âso you come to libraries now too?â
her voice was soft but laced with a playful edge, and seungmin startled slightly, his head snapping up. his dark eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing in faint recognition.
âyou,â he said flatly, closing his notebook as if on instinct. âwhat are you doing here?â
y/n tilted her head, her grin widening. âi work here.â
he blinked, clearly caught off guard. âwork here?â
âyup,â she said, crossing her arms. ânot that youâd know, considering you donât seem to come here much.â
âi donât,â he admitted, leaning back slightly on the stool. âthis isnât really my thing.â
âi can see.. then what brings you here today?â
âreturning a book,â he said simply, tapping the closed notebook against his knee.
she raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer. âyou donât strike me as the type to rent books, either.â
âwell, it wasnât mine,â he clarified. âa friend borrowed it under my name.â
âah,â she said, nodding. âmakes sense. still, didnât think iâd see you here.â
âsame,â he replied, his tone neutral but his gaze steady on her. âi didnât know you worked here.â
âwell, it is a new job,â she said, shrugging lightly. âstarted about a week ago. felix and i both work part time, after uni.â
âfelix?â
âthe guy at the front desk,â she explained. âmy best friend. heâs niceâwell, mostly,â she added with a small laugh.
seungmin didnât comment on that, his eyes flickering toward the front desk briefly before settling back on her.
âalright, mr. mysterious,â she said, tilting her head playfully, âif youâre not here to rent books or socialize, whatâs the notebook for? donât think i didnât notice you scribbling something down.â
seungminâs fingers tightened slightly around the notebook resting on his knee, and for a moment, it seemed like he wasnât going to answer. finally, he shrugged, his voice low. âjust⌠thoughts. random things.â
ârandom, huh?â she echoed, leaning forward just enough to tease without invading his space. âlike what? are you secretly writing the next great novel?â
he huffed, the faintest hint of a smirk ghosting across his lips. âno.â
âthen poetry?â she guessed, her eyes sparkling. âor are you jotting down world domination plans? oh, wait! is itââ
âitâs none of those,â he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind.
âyouâre no fun.â
âyou talk too much,â
âiâve been told that before,â she replied, unfazed. âbut come on, iâm curious! what could possibly be so secretive that you canât share with your friendly neighborhood library worker?â
he gave her a long, measured look, as if debating whether or not to humor her. âitâs just a journal,â he admitted finally, his voice barely above a murmur. ânothing special.â
her expression softened at that, and she straightened slightly. âa journal?â
âyeah,â he said, his eyes dropping to the notebook. âhelps me think.â
âthatâs actually⌠really cool,â she said, her voice sincere. âiâve tried keeping journals before, but i always end up doodling in the margins or writing nonsense.â
seungmin glanced at her, his brow raising slightly. âwhy?â
âi guess iâm too impatient,â she said with a small laugh. âmy thoughts move faster than my pen can keep up.â
he didnât respond, but there was something in his gaze that made her feel like he understood.
they fell into a comfortable silence again, the soft rustling of pages and distant hum of felixâs humming at the front desk filling the space. y/n leaned back against the shelf, her arms crossed loosely, and studied him for a moment.
âyouâre a quiet one, huh?â she said finally, her tone light.
âwe're in a library.â
âoh my bad. no! but still, in the field-â
âis that a problem?â
ânot at all,â she said quickly, smiling. âitâs just⌠different. most people i know are always trying to fill the silence, you know? but youâre just okay with it.â
seungmin shrugged, his gaze shifting to the window. âsilence is easier.â
âeasier than what?â
âthan talking.â
she blinked at the honesty in his reply, her teasing smile softening into something more thoughtful. âi guess i can see that,â she said quietly. âbut talking isnât so bad, you know. especially when the person youâre talking to isnât half bad.â
he looked at her then, his dark eyes steady and unreadable. âyou think so?â
âobviously,â she said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. âi mean, youâre tolerating me, and thatâs saying something.â
seungminâs lips twitched, the closest thing to a smile sheâd seen from him. âyouâre persistent, iâll give you that.â
âthank you,â she said, pretending to curtsy dramatically. âiâll take that as a compliment.â
they stayed like that for a while, the silence between them growing less like a void and more like a bridge. y/n found herself wondering what he was thinking, what stories were tucked away in that notebook of his.
âso,â she said eventually, her voice soft, âif you donât come here often, where do you usually go?â
he hesitated, his fingers idly tapping the edge of the notebook. âthe field. or home.â
ânot much of an explorer, huh?â
ânot really.â
âwell,â she said, her tone brightening, âi'm no dora but if you ever feel like venturing out, i know a all the good spots. i mean, i do live here since i was three, and i do work here now, so youâll know where to find me.â
seungmin looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment before he nodded slightly. âokay, but don't take my word for it.â
âalready ahead of 'ya!â she beamed.
ây/n!â she heard her friend's voice calling her, it immediately widening her eyes.
âwell,â she said, pushing off the shelf and clasping her hands behind her back, quickly âexcuse um.. felix.â she clears her throat awkwardly. âi should probably get back to work before felix yells at me, again.â
âyou should.â
âi should..â
seungmin huffed softly, shaking his head.
âsee you around, car girl,â he corrected quietly, almost to himself.
she froze, turning back to face him. âwhat did you just call me?â
he looked up, his expression unreadable but his tone steady. âcar girl. suits you.â
y/n blinked, her cheeks warming slightly. âiâwellâokay. i guess iâll take it.â
âsee you around, mysterious baseball guy,â she said, flashing him a playful grin as she started to walk away. âwhat? you get what you give.â
he raised an eyebrow. âmysterious baseball guy, really?â
she grinned. âwell, you called me âcar girl,â didnât you? itâs only fair.â
he shook his head, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips as he replied, âsure. see you, car girl.â
and for the first time, as she walked back to the front desk, she felt like something between them had shiftedâsoftly, subtly, but undeniably.
she turned again, her heart fluttering inexplicably as she walked back to the front desk. felix raised an eyebrow as she returned, but she waved him off, not ready to explain the strange, quiet boy sitting by the window.
seungmin stayed where he was, his pen hovering over the open page of his notebook. slowly, deliberately, he wrote,
car girl.
the air outside the convenience store carried a faint chill, the kind that hinted at winterâs slow approach. y/n stepped out, balancing the plastic bag of groceries on her hip while holding her phone in her other hand. the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a gradient of pale blue and deep indigo, and the streetlights had just started flickering on.
she didnât notice it at first, not until she heard a faint whimper. a stray puppy. it was small, shivering by the edge of the pavement, its thin brown fur offering little protection against the cool evening air.
âoh, you poor baby,â she murmured, immediately setting down her bags and crouching to its level. the pup looked up at her with wary eyes, its ears pinned back, but it didnât run.
âhey, itâs okay,â she said softly, reaching out a hand. âi wonât hurt you.â
the puppy sniffed cautiously before stepping closer, its small tail wagging hesitantly. she smiled, her heart melting as she stroked its head gently.
âyou must be starving,â she said, trying to converse with the dog, glancing at the convenience store behind her. you can call her idiotic, but hey, she's a sunshine! âwait here, okay? iâll get you something.â
she straightened, leaving the groceries by the curb as she darted back inside. when she returned a few minutes later, she had a packet of wet dog food and a disposable bowl. she opened the packet, her fingers fumbling slightly in her hurry, and poured the food into the bowl.
âthere you go,â she said, setting it down.
the puppy sniffed the bowl before diving in, eating with the kind of desperation that made her chest ache.
âslow down, buddy,â she said gently, laughing softly. âitâs not going anywhere.â
as she watched the puppy eat, she pulled out one of the ice creams that she'd got from the cvs, peeling the lid off and taking a small bite. the cold sweetness melted on her tongue, and for a moment, she let herself enjoy the simple pleasure of the moment.
ây/n?â
the familiar voice startled her, and she turned quickly, her eyes widening as she spotted seungmin standing a few feet away. he had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his baseball cap pulled low, and his expression was unreadable as always.
âseungmin?â she said, blinking. âwhat are you doing here?â
âcould ask you the same thing,â he replied, stepping closer, crouching down beside her. his eyes flicked to the puppy, which was still happily eating. âwho's this?â
âwell, a stray,â she said, brushing her hands on her skirt as she still stood crouched. âi found it shivering out here. couldnât just leave it.â
he crouched down, studying the puppy with quiet interest. âyou have a thing for strays, donât you?â
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âfirst a stray guy, now a stray pup,â he said, glancing up at her with a faint smirk.
âare you calling yourself a stray? am i hearing you right? also- you're not.. stray, youâre just selectively social.â y/n blinked before laughing, her cheeks warming slightly.
âis that what youâre calling it?â he muttered, but his tone was light.
âwell, maybe, i just have a thing for dog-like people.â
âare you calling me a dog?â
âyes. i mean- no, but yeah! i mean, look at you. your side profile looks like one of an adorable dog's.â
âso first you call me a dog, and second, you're calling me cute?â
âdid i stutter?â
âbold.â
âno, just truthful.â
the puppy finished eating and looked up at seungmin, its tail wagging tentatively. he reached out a hand, letting it sniff him before scratching behind its ears.
âcute,â he said simply, glancing over to her then back at the puppy, his voice soft.
y/n smiled, watching the scene unfold. there was something about the way he moved, so careful and deliberate, that made her heart feel strange.
âdo you a dog of your own at home?â
âwhat makes you say that?â
âyou're petting it well, like a true owner.â she grinned, shrugging. âor is it just your dog-like instincts, after all you are interacting with your kind.â
âif you don't stop-â
then came a tiny bark, from the puppy, looking at the two as they turned their heads.
âwhat? don't tell me you want more?â
woof.
one cvs pet-cup later.
âi got ice cream,â she said after a moment, holding up the second ice cream cup. âwant some?â
he glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. âice cream? in this weather?â
âitâs never the wrong time for ice cream,â she said firmly. âbesides, i got chocolate. donât tell me you donât like chocolate.â
âi donât dislike it,â he said, standing and taking the cup from her. âthanks.â
they stood side by side, leaning against the railing by the curb as they ate. the dog lay down at their feet, looking content for the first time that evening.
âso,â y/n said, breaking the comfortable silence. âwhat brings you out here?â
âgroceries,â he said, nodding toward a small bag heâd set down earlier.
âfor your family?â
âmy dorm-mate and i,â he said simply, taking a small bite of the ice cream.
âoh, i see, you're a good friend and dorm-mate then, huh?â she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.
he shrugged, his expression unreadable. âi can't cook without burning the kitchen down and i owe the guy for cooking everytime.â
âyou baseball types are all the same.â
âexcuse me?â
âmy grandpa used to be on a big player back in the day, and surprise surprise, he can't cook for a living either.â
âhey, it's called a skill. you can't balance two at once, can you?â
âi cook the best stews, well after my grandma. and i'm a commerce student.â
âit differs each person.â
âwhatever you say, baseball guy.â
they fell into silence again, the kind that felt less like an absence of words and more like an understanding. y/n finished her ice cream and bent down to pick up the empty dog bowl, her cardigan slipping off one shoulder in the process.
seungminâs gaze flickered to her then, lingering for a moment longer than it should have. the way her hair fell loosely around her face, the way her eyes softened as she looked at the pupâit was a kind of beauty that felt unassuming, effortless.
when she straightened and caught him staring, he looked away quickly, his ears turning slightly pink beneath his cap.
âyouâre quiet again,â she said, tilting her head. âwhatâs on your mind?â
ânothing,â he said quickly, his voice a little too sharp.
she didnât press, though she smiled knowingly. âyouâre hard to figure out, you know that?â
âgood,â he muttered, finishing the last of his ice cream.
she laughed, the sound light and musical. âwell, i think iâm getting there. slowly but surely.â
the puppy yawned, curling up at their feet, and y/n crouched down again, running a hand over its back. âyou think it has a home?â she asked softly.
âdoesnât look like it,â seungmin said, his tone quieter now.
âi wish i could take it in,â she said, her voice tinged with sadness. âbut my grandparents⌠i know theyâd be thrilled about a puppy in the house, but they're already busy to take care of it. and i have uni.â
he didnât respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the dog. âitâs lucky you found it,â he said after a moment. ânot everyone would stop.â
she looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. âi guess i just canât help it,â she said with a small smile. âthings like this make me⌠happy, you know? helping.â
he met her gaze then, his dark eyes steady. âyeah. i can see that.â
for a moment, neither of them spoke, the world around them fading into the background. it was just the two of them, the quiet, and the warmth of something unspoken but undeniable.
âwell,â y/n said eventually, breaking the spell, âi should probably get this little guy to a shelter or something.â
âiâll come with you,â seungmin said, his voice firm.
she blinked. âare you seriously offering to hang out with me?â
âi want to help the puppy. you're just a.. plus one deal.â he said, cutting her off.
âyeah, right.â her cheeks warmed again, but she nodded, her smile soft. âokay. letâs go.â
as they walked down the quiet street, the dog trotting happily between them, y/n found herself stealing glances at seungmin. for all his gruffness and quiet ways, there was something about him that made her want to know more.
and though he didnât say much, the way his gaze softened when he looked at her made her think he felt the same.
the streetlights cast a warm glow as y/n and seungmin walked side by side, the stray dog happily trotting between them. the soft hum of the town at nightâdistant cars, the faint buzz of streetlightsâfilled the silence. it wasnât uncomfortable, though; it felt like the kind of quiet you could sink into, where words werenât necessary but still welcome.
she pulled her phone out of her pocket, glancing at the time. âi should call my grandparents. let them know iâll be a bit late.â
seungmin looked at her briefly, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. âyou donât have to explain to me.â
she smirked at his dry tone. âwell, i wasnât asking for permission, mr. quiet.â
he huffed softly, his version of a laugh, and she pressed the call button.
the phone barely rang before a warm, slightly teasing voice came through. ây/n, where are you? you said youâd be back by now.â
âsorry, grandpa! i got caught up with something. iâll explain when i get back.â
her grandfatherâs voice softened. âcaught up, huh? does this âsomethingâ involve a certain baseball boy?â
her face burned instantly, and she shot seungmin a quick glance. thankfully, he seemed entirely focused on the dog. âgramps!â she hissed into the phone, her voice barely above a whisper.
âwhat?â her grandfather replied, feigning innocence. âiâm just asking.â
âyou're impossible,â she muttered, her cheeks still warm. âand no, this has nothing to do with him. i justâuhâfound a puppy. a stray. iâm taking it to a shelter.â
âa stray puppy? and youâre walking around this late?â
âiâm fine, grandpa,â she reassured him quickly. âiâm not alone.â
the pause on the other end of the line was telling. then, her grandmother's voice came instead, even more excited. âso, it is the baseball boy! isnât it?â
âi'll see you later, gramma!â she said quickly, her voice rising slightly in embarrassment.
âhey! be safe. and bring the puppy if the shelter doesnât take it.â
she hung up, letting out a deep sigh and pinching the bridge of her nose.
âtrouble?â seungmin asked, his tone casual but curious.
ânot really,â she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket. âmy grandparents just⌠like to tease me.â
âabout what?â
she hesitated, biting her lip. ânothing important.â
his gaze flicked to her, one brow raised, but he didnât press further.
instead, she changed the subject. âso, are you always this grumpy, or is it just for me?â
he scoffed lightly, his lips twitching in what mightâve been the start of a smile. âiâm not grumpy.â
âyouâre totally grumpy,â she said, grinning. âbut itâs okay. i like grumpy.â
âiâm not grumpy,â he repeated, a little more defensively this time.
âsure youâre not,â she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
the puppy barked softly, as if in agreement, and she laughed. âsee? even he thinks youâre grumpy.â
seungmin sighed, shaking his head. âyou talk a lot, you know that?â
âyeah,â she said easily, glancing up at him. âbut you donât talk enough, so it balances out.â
he didnât respond, but the corners of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly.
they walked a little further before she spoke again, her voice quieter now. âdo you think anyone will adopt him?â
seungmin glanced down at the pup, whose tail wagged happily as it walked between them. âmaybe. heâs small. cute. people like that.â
she nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing on her lips. âi hope so. he deserves a good home.â
âwhy didnât you just take him in?â he asked, his tone more curious than critical.
she shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ��i told you, i have uni and my grandparents are already a bit busy and need rest, you know.â
âwould you keep him if you had a sitter for the time you were unavailable?â
âin a heartbeat,â she said without hesitation. âbut⌠i donât know. maybe someday, when i have my own place.â
he nodded, falling silent again.
âwhat about you?â she asked after a moment. âwould you ever get a puppy?â
âmaybe,â he said, his voice thoughtful. âif i had time for one, but two of my friends already have dogs, so i guess it is enough for me.â
âyou don't seem like a dog person, but i bet you are.â she teased.
âwhy not?â
she tilted her head, pretending to think. âi donât know. youâre just⌠too serious. dogs are all about fun and chaos.â
âand you think iâm not fun?â
âi know youâre not fun,â
his smirk widened, just a fraction. âyou donât know me that well.â
âmaybe not,â she admitted, her voice softening. âbut iâd like to.â
he glanced at her then, his expression unreadable. the streetlights caught the gold in her eyes, and for a moment, he felt something strange in his chestâsomething warm and unsettling all at once.
before he could figure out what to say, the dog barked again, snapping him out of his thoughts.
âweâre almost there,â she said, pointing to the shelter just ahead.
seungmin nodded, his hands tightening slightly in his pockets.
as they reached the shelterâs entrance, she bent down to give the pup one last pat. âyouâre gonna be okay, buddy,â she murmured. âtheyâll take good care of you.â
seungmin watched her quietly, his gaze lingering on the way her fingers moved gently over the pup's fur, the way her smile softened even further.
and when she looked up at him, her eyes bright and full of hope, he couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was starting to figure him out after all.
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I LOST THE REQUEST LOL but ty babyyy
btw it might take me a while to post the other requests cuz i just i have a terrible allergy in MY EYES, it's really itchy, so i'm avoiding being on my cell phone or any type of screen, sorry
billie eilish x fem!reader đ§ˇ
billie is on tour for a few months, unfortunately you couldn't be with her at all the shows that happened until then, but you took this week to accompany her and to be honest, what a week. you could feel how stressful and overwhelming it was being for your girlfriend, and it made you feel upset.
very specifically today a not very pleasant situation happened on stage, billie was sitting on the floor performing 'what was i made for?' and someone just threw a necklace right on her face. later that night you notice that she was more she was more sensitive and irritable and almost immediately you knew what was happening.
"love?" you called out for her as you got out the bathroom and you came across her lying in bed under the covers, probably using her cell phone. the only response you get from her was a grumpy hum "what's up, huh?" you asked climbing on the bed and kneeling by your side "you good?".
billie sighed taking the blanket off her head and putting her cellphone aside, looking at you instead of the screen "just i'm a little stressed" she said clearly upset "wahha talk?" you asked stroking her hair. she remained silent for a while just feeling your soft touch, but then she started "y'know, the whole tour is stressful, even tho i try to make it something fun and enjoyable for me 'cause... that's my job and i want to work with something i like" she vented while you just stood there in silence listening to her and trying to comfort her with your touch "and i also don't know why, but the fan throwing the necklace right on my face tonight made me sensitive".
you tilted your head understanding the situation "well, that's sucks, i know... but hear me out, as stupid as it was, i'm sure whoever threw the necklace at you didn't mean to hurt you" you whispered kissing her forehead "i know, but it annoyed me" she muttered "i bet it did, i'm so sorry... can i do something to make you feel better?"
billie thought for a few seconds and then pulled you into her arms "maybe you could stay right here in my arms the whole night, huh?" you giggled at her speech and nodded against her chest, laying your head there "sounds nice, baby" she holds you tightly as you answer and kiss your hair "love you so much" you whisper "and i love you more".
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WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW â james potter x reader.
SUMMARY. â the highlights of your relationship with james fleamont potter
PAIRING. â james potter x fem!reader
WARNINGS. â fuck around and find out; use of Y/N; english isn't my first language;
A/N. â so this is inspired by the masterpiece margaret by ldr!! also, first post, yay!!!
ŕšŕŁ âââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââŕšŕŁ first meeting; 6th year (1976)
"if you're gonna jump, i'd love to see you do a double flip." James' voice sounds out through the cold night air, and you can hear him chuckle as you turn around, eyebrow raised.
okay, you're totally surprised to see him here, way past the curfew, on the top floor of the astronomy tower while the wind whooshes rather lightly for the winter season. of course you know who he is, everyone at hogwarts knows him and his group of friends, the marauders. but, being a ravenclaw who doesn't stuck their nose in other people's business, you never had the pleasure of being a victim to one of their pranks.
"i'm not jumping." you reply after a moment, stepping away from the edge as you throw the muggle cigarette you'd been smoking to the floor, stomping it out. you reach your hand up, brushing your hair behind your ears, and for a while you two just stare at each other.
"everyone's already packing for the christmas break." he murmurs, adjusting the glasses sitting on his nose, a smirk playing on his lips and he strolls closer to you, leaning back against the railing. "you're going home, or not?"
your brows furrow, nose crinkling, as you eye him up and down suspiciously. you're pretty sure it's a bad omen that James Potter approached you just like that, out of the blue, but you decide to humor him anyway.
"no, i... i'm staying here." you answer his question, biting down on your lower lip, and you look away with a shrug. "don't you have a game tomorrow, Potter?"
"i do, Y/N. what, you gonna come?" James pushes his hands inside the pockets of his pajama pants, smiling at you, raising his eyebrow. you don't even try to ask how he knows your name, you probably don't want to know either way.
you shake your head and chuckle, the air escaping your mouth looking like smoke in the freezing weather. "quidditch isn't really my thing." you respond, and you chew on your words for a beat before adding. "catch the snitch for me, huh?"
he seems taken aback for a quick second, but lightens up soon enough, and nods eagerly. like a golden retriever, you think. with that thought, you take off, waving him goodbye as you swiftly disappear down the staircase.
ŕšŕŁ âââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââŕšŕŁ first date; 6th year (1977)
you stand in front of the only mirror in your dorm, most of your dormmates already out and about except for Sage, who's sitting on her bed and watching you closely as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.
"i look ridiculous." you groan, tugging down the tiny skirt of your outfit, glancing back at Sage. the dress is from a muggle friend of yours, apparently very in fashion now as she stated in her letter, but you can't feel more out of your element. it's not that you don't like clothes like that, it's just that you almost never wear them.
however, you're getting ready for a date with the James Potter, and you want to look your best. oh, and it's Valentine's Day, so you want to somehow prove to everyone who'll see you that you're worthy of James.
"you look great, stop whining." Sage rolls her eyes, munching on her chocolate frog, and she scratches her cat behind his ear.
you sigh, nodding at your friend's aggressive approval, then grab your bag, quickly putting your wand into it, and you saunter over to Sage's bed. you kiss her forehead, chuckling when you hear her let out an ew.
you leave your dormitory, run down the stairs, then sigh again as you get out of the common room, bracing yourself at the challenge of getting to the end of the staircase. and so it takes you some time, time that you spend overthinking almost every interaction you had with James in the two months you have known each other.
when you finally arrive at your meeting spot, your hair's all messed up and tousled, your eyes bloodshot from the wind and lips dry from constantly licking them. instead of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop or the Three Broomsticks, James insisted on you two meeting here. in the Hogwarts grounds, near the Great Lake. usually, even during that time of the year, the grounds were full of students. but now, they're clear, except for a big red blanket on the snowy grass, with James sitting down there. there must be some spell casted around that area that keeps it warm, because James doesn't have his coat on. you approach him with a smile, dropping down next to him, and the heat hits you, making you loose your jacket soon.
for a moment, James just stares at you, mouth agape, his eyes shimmering with pure happiness. "you're beautiful." he breathes out as you nervously tug down your skirt, and a chuckle escapes your lips.
"thank you." your smile widens, and you look at the picnic basket he prepared, smelling the freshly baked cookies and the two bottles of juice. he notices your eyes wandering, his hand reaching out and grabbing a strand of your hair, untangling it gently.
"uh... i made the cookies myself." he murmurs, and when he meets your amused gaze, he shakes his head. "yeah, no i didn't. i asked the kitchen elves to make them. but they were more than happy to do it!"
you laugh heartily, feeling the blush creep up your cheeks at his touch, his hand dropping down and resting over your wrist.
ŕšŕŁ âââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââŕšŕŁ first fight; 6th year (1977)
exam season is really fucking with you this year. after last year's OWLs you really thought i'd be easier this year, but clearly not. you're running low on sleep, nourishment, and your patience. almost every waking moment you're spending in classes, doing your assignments or studying in the library with Lily and the other gryffindor girls with whom you've become quite close ever since you started dating James.
well, when it comes to James himself, you haven't seen him much lately. and when you do, it mostly goes one way with you doing both of your homework while James watches you with hearts in the place of pupils, and leaves kisses and touches all over your body.
it's 9.30pm on friday when you're making your way back to your common room after yet another study session in the library, being one of few students out in the hallways at this time. you turn round the corner, your body collapsing against someone else's, and you end up on the floor on your ass. a yelp escapes your mouth, and when you look up ready to shout at the idiot in your way, you realize it's your idiot.
"you look like hell, sweetheart." James smirks, glancing down at you as he leans in with outstretched hand, helping you up smoothly. you let out a huff, rolling your eyes, annoyed out of your goddamn mind, and you step away.
"wow, James, thank you. that's just what a girl wants to hear from her boyfriend after a shitty day." you murmur, wanting to just go past him, because you can feel your temper run short already. but of course, James being James, doesn't allow you to do so. he grasps your wrist as you try to pass him by, and you yank away the moment you feel his hand on yours. "sod off!" you hold your books closer to your chest, frowning momentarily.
"you've been ignoring me, Y/N." he says quietly, and it's probably the first time you hear him so serious and toned down. "i'm trying, i'm making effort, and you're acting like studying is the only thing that matters."
"because, right now, it is! it is to me!" you raise your voice, your hand clasping at the material of your shirt, and you shake your head. "i've been slacking off the whole spring because of you, and now i have all this shit to catch up. i don't have time for nonsense."
you don't even realize the blow that your words are to James, too sleep-deprived to notice the way his lips purse or how he almost seems to physically hurt at your statement.
"is that all you think we are? nonsense?" he whispers, ruffling his curls in an anxious gesture. "cause if that's the case, then i'll stop bothering you."
"no, James, you know that's not what i meant." you groan, shaking your head, and you step closer to him. "i'm sorry. i'm just so constantly tired and... sorry."
ŕšŕŁ âââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââŕšŕŁ first 'i love you'; summer of 1977
the sun is hitting your body in all the right angles, a cigarette dangling between your lips, as you lay on your back, on the jetty while the boys play in the water. you, Remus, and Peter have spend the past week at the Potter manor with James and Sirius, and James' parents. it's mid july, summer in all its glory, and you try to live it to the fullest.
you squeal and open your eyes the moment you feel drops of water fall all over you, and you're met with James' athletic figure right in front of you. he kneels down, face to face with you, quickly taking the cigarette from you and taking a drag. rolling your eyes, you sit up, pushing his shoulder playfully. you watch the rest of the marauders with a small smile on your face, Peter standing in the most shallow point of the lake and sipping on some fire whiskey, Sirius and Remus making out with only their heads visible out of the water. James rests his chin on your shoulder, one arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer against his chest, and you glance up at him through half-lidded eyes, observing the way he blows out the smoke.
"i love you." you whisper suddenly, as if the thought just struck you, your hand raising to push his glasses up his nose, and you lean in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
"yeah?" he replies, his voice having that cocky edge to it, but you can see his heart truly explode, eyes full of love. "i love you, sweetheart."
ŕšŕŁ âââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââŕšŕŁ engagement; fall of 1978
after a whole day of unpacking boxes and moving (using magic) furniture around, both you and James are truly exhausted. youâve just moved into your first house together, having lived with Jamesâ parents for the summer, and despite needing some renovations you are able to live in it without a problem.
as James takes a break on the couch, probably reading this monthâs Quidditch Times, youâre trying to cook something for dinner. youâve decided you donât want to have a house elf, neither yours or Jamesâ family ever had one, and you two arenât changing that. but, that means you have to learn how to cook. which actually turns out to be quite the challenge.
two burnt lasagna-lookalikes in, you give up, your face red and eyes filled with frustrated tears. casting a quick cleaning spell, you leave the kitchen and head to the living room, expecting to see James there. but the space is empty.
âJamie?â you shout out, looking around with a frown gracing your soft features, and after a moment of listening in, you hear him cursing somewhere outside.
and so, with your hands on your hips, already sure heâd just fucked something up, you make your way outside to your garden, through the living room backdoor. youâre immediately taken aback when you see daisy petals just laying around on the grass and it takes you a second to realize itâs a path. growing more and more suspicious you follow it, and it leads you to the small pond in the further corner of the backyard. the rocks around the pond are covered with lit up candles, and James is on one knee next to the wooden bench.
âhi, sweetheart.â he murmurs with a smile, holding a small velvet box in his hand, and as you come closer, you can see the tears already prickling in the corners of his eyes. he opens the box swiftly and the ring nestled inside must be the most beautiful rock you have ever seen. âi⌠i had a whole speech prepared, you know. about- well, you. us. but right now, looking at you, i cannot remember shit of what i wanted to say. the only thing i do know, and i always will, is that i want to look at you for the rest of my life. i want to see you smile, i want to make you laugh, i want to wipe your tears away. every single day. so, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?â
you drop to your knees almost instantly, a sob escaping you as youâre at eye lever with him, and you just nod. you nod, over and over, letting your tears run down your cheeks, knowing that if you speak youâll break down completely. James knows that too, and he silently slips the ring onto your waiting finger, bringing your hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss on each finger.
âoh, and before you say anything, i call dibs on the wedding date.â he whispers and you chuckle, pushing your lips against his before responding.
âyeah? so whatâs the date?â you tilt your head, just staring at him with the stupidest smile on your face, with tear stained cheeks. you two look like idiots, kneeling in the dewed grass, but honestly you donât care.
âdecember 18th.â James replies, clearly proud of himself for the mere idea, and his hands cup your face, thumbs brushing the tears away. âthe day we met.â
ŕšŕŁ âââââŕ¨ŕ§âââââŕšŕŁ pregnancy; winter of 1980
youâre laying on your shared bed, fingers tapping against the huge curvature of your stomach, feeling your baby kick furiously inside you. youâre waiting for James to come home from work, as youâre already on bed rest, only two weeks away from your due date (which is january 31st)
youâve been bored out of your fucking mind for the last few days, James putting in more hours at work before he has to take paternity leave when the baby comes, and everything in the house being all done and finished. everything babyproofed, nursery set up and ready, every single thing you could own for a newborn, you have. the only thing thatâs left for you is resting and looking pretty, as James had said one evening.
your neck practically snaps from how fast you turn your head the moment you hear James apparate outside your house. you groan, quickly moving your hand to massage the back of your neck, and in just a few minutes James is standing in the doorway to your bedroom, a tired but oh so happy smile on his face.
âhi there, mama.â he mutters softly, dropping his suitcase and his wand onto the desk, getting onto the bed right away. he reaches out, tugging your shirt up to expose your big baby bump thatâs covered with stretch marks, and leans in, placing kisses all over your belly. âand hi there, lad or gal. i hope youâve been good to your mom today. daddy had a long day, you know.â
you smile, running your fingers through Jamesâ curls as he rests his chin on your stomach, hands rubbing at your skin there, eyes set on your protruding belly button. you love when he tells you about his day in that way, talking to the baby about it, a habit you both created somewhere in your fifth month of the pregnancy, when you started showing more and more clearly.
âyeah? anything interesting happen today?â you ask quietly, gently playing with his hair, your tired gaze set on his face at all times.
âi won a bet with Sirius, which one of us would catch the most death eaters in an outing.â he hums after a beat, tapping his finger against your stomach, and both of you chuckle when the baby kicks so hard you can see its tiny foot stretch your skin. âyeah, your uncle Padfoot lost a bet. loser. daddyâs the best at what heâs doing, baby Potter.â
âmerlin, youâre teaching our baby unhealthy rivalization and itâs not even born yet.â you roll your eyes, tugging at the ends of his hair teasingly, while he bats his eyelashes up at you.
âafter all, theyâre a Potter.â he murmurs lovingly, looking at your round and puffy from all the baby weight face as if heâs seen an angel, and he swears to himself that heâs falling in love with you over and over again every time he looks at you. âitâs in their genes, sweetheart.â
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⢠word count: 1.7k ⢠genre: fluff, very suggestive (no smut but discussions about/implied sleeping together lol), strangers to one night stand to coworkers to lovers? lmao i think i got that progression right, holiday/christmas themed, sleeping with a hot stranger at the office holiday party when youâre tipsy and oops it turns out theyâre your new coworker trope, part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon ⢠warnings: cursing, just look at the tags and decide if u want to read on tbh. honestly this has probably more horny energy than is warranted for it having zero smut lol ⢠extra info: this was originally going to continue on after this ending but i ended up feeling like i was losing the plot, so the other stuff i was writing is going to be a separate fic. theyâre not a part 1/part 2 at all, but you can kinda see the vision if u read both i think this is part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon, three short, unrelated fics starring jisung all with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises. thereâs no continuing plotline between fics in this series, theyâre all standalone fics ⢠authorâs note: uhm so surprise hallmark movie marathon for jisung this year i guess! i did this last year where i had a(n unplanned) series of short fics with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises all starring kun and i guess iâm in my jisung era rn! so enjoy and happy holidays! ⢠2024 hallmark movie marathon
âI meant I usually wouldnât have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!â You whispered emphatically. âExcept I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.â
âHere. Fresh pot.â A cup of coffee was set on your desk in front of your face by Jaemin, as your other coworker Jeno helped himself to the bowl of peppermints perched on your desk.
âAre you seriously hungover?â Jeno snickered as you pulled your head out of your arms. âYou left the holiday party like two hours early.â
You glared at him, taking a timid sip from the steaming cup.
âSmart choice, really, you got to miss Mr. Suhâs rendition of Santa Baby,â Jaemin informed you, hopping up on your desk and knocking your keyboard askew.
You rolled your eyes as you moved your things out of his way.
âWere we that boring? You didnât even say bye orââ
Your gaze lazily drifted around the floor before you inhaled and immediately choked on the too-hot coffee, spitting it back out into the cup as it burned your tongue.
âAre you okay?â Jeno asked, his words garbled as he talked around the peppermint in his mouth.
âAckâFine,â you coughed, eyes still tracking the man who had stepped off the elevator with your boss. âWhoâs that? With Mr. Suh?â
They both turned around to follow your line of sight curiously. Mr. Suh seemed to be giving him a tour, gesturing to various areas of the floor as he spoke.
Jaemin guessed, âUh⌠transfer from the satellite office, maybe? I think I saw him at the party last night.â
âOh yeah, Mr. Suh mentioned we were getting a transfer a couple weeks ago,â Jeno nodded. âThat must be him.â
You quickly diverted your gaze as they changed trajectory towards your desk.
âAnd over here, as you can see, people tend to congregate around Y/Nâs area,â Mr. Suh explained to the man with him, his tone playful. He fetched a peppermint from the bowl. âItâs the candy.â
âGood morning, Mr. Suh,â you greeted him, sitting up straight.
âSheâs also my best employee, so I excuse it,â he continued.
âJeno and I are right here,â Jaemin pointed out indignantly.
âThis is Park Jisung, he started at the satellite office a couple months ago and is transferring to our team now,â Mr. Suh made introductions, not addressing your coworkerâs complaints. âJisung, this is Lee Jeno, Y/L/N Y/N, and Na Jaemin. Youâll come to know the rest of the team as well, but Y/N will handle your initial training as you settle in.â
Your alarm must have been visible on your face, as your bossâ features turned concerned. âY/N? Is everything alright?â
âW-Well,â you began panicking even more, looking around at the folders on your desk. âItâs just that you said that the Q4 reports were top priority, and I donât believe that Iâll be able to complete those on time to standard and train somebody thoroughly at the same time. Sir.â
Mr. Suh nodded thoughtfully. âYouâre right. My apologies. Jaemin: Iâll leave Jisung to you then.â
âSecond choice,â Jaemin tsked as you were using all your willpower not to audibly sigh in relief.
âHow do you think I feel?â Jeno joked.
âLet me know if you have any questions, Jisung. Weâre excited to have you on our team,â Mr. Suh smiled kindly.
Jisung finally spoke, his deep voice shooting up your spine. âThank you, sir.â
As they all dispersed from your desk, you finally relaxed just a tiny bit. Until you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked up just in time to catch Jisungâs gaze as he glanced at you over his shoulder as he followed Jaemin to his desk. You froze, unable to look away from those same eyes that just last night had stared into yours whileâ
Your phone ringing made you jump out of your skin, and you swore under your breath as you looked at the name on the screen. Reception.
âThis is Y/N,â you answered, trying to keep your voice level.
âOh!â Your receptionist gasped. âSorry, wrong extension!â
âItâs fine,â you sighed, hanging up.
Time to do a very careful review of the Q4 reports that you already had finished.
Midday, Jaemin and Jeno stopped by your desk again, Jisung in tow.
âWeâre taking Jisung out to lunch. You coming?â Jaemin offered.
You didnât even spare the new employee another glance, staring at your computer monitor. âThanks, but uh, maybe another time, guys. Have fun.â
âAlright, see you later,â Jeno shrugged and stole another peppermint.
You didnât breathe until the elevator doors closed behind them. Once they were gone, you grabbed your purse and headed for the stairs to take your own lunch break.
As soon as the clock struck 5:00, you were gone. Mr. Suh had already sent out an invite for a team dinner at the end of next week to welcome Jisung, but tonight, you could at least leave. Hurrying into the stairwell, you made a rather embarrassing sound when you were face-to-face with Jisung on the other side, leaning against the railing, hands tucked into his slacks.
The door had already closed behind you, and he spoke before you could back out.
âYouâre avoiding me,â he said plainly.
You huffed, hurrying past him to descend the stairs. âCan you blame me?â
He kept pace with you easily thanks to his long legs. âI mean, obviously I didnât expect you to bring it up in front of everybody, but a hello wouldâve been nice.â
âHow quaint after your tongue was down my throat last night.â
âPretty sure my tongue was other places tooââ
âOkay, okay!â You hissed, screeching to a halt on the landing between floors to slap a hand over his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at you over your hand as you continued ranting quietly. âSeriously, how was I supposed to react when you showed up today? And how are you so normal?â
Jisung slowly reached up and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand off his mouth so he could talk. âI was surprised too, okay? But I was planning on at least being civil, except you never gave me the opportunity. I mean, it couldnât have been that bad, right? You were awfully loud.â
âPot, kettle,â you retorted. You yanked your arm from his grasp, suddenly aware of how close you were. âI was tipsy, got stood up by my date, and thought you were somebodyâs plus-one. Whatâs your excuse?â
âOkay, ouch.â He put a hand over his chest. âI mightâve been a little less than sober and didnât exactly consider the possibility that I would be transferring to your team of all people, but you werenât a pity fuck, Y/N.â
âThatâs not what I meant,â you groaned, your skin getting warm. You pivoted on your heel, rushing downstairs again.
Jisung just followed you, of course. âThen what did you mean?â
âI meant I usually wouldnât have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!â You whispered emphatically. âExcept I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.â
âI thought you were really smart.â Jisungâs sincere words caught you off-guard. âI mean, I know neither of us were all there, but you seemed to really know a lot about your job. And you were funny. Obviously hot too, I mean, whoever stood you up was a fuckingââ
You pushed him against the wall by his shoulders, not covering his mouth now, but just staring him in the eye. The exit door of the stairwell was right next to you, which would lead into the employee parking under the building. Most employees took the elevators, so it was only the two of you.
âWhat do you want from me?â You asked him, eyes narrowed.
âWhat do you want?â He challenged, eyes glinting as he looked down at you.
Memories of last night that you had been trying to push away all day flooded your mind now. Jisungâs lips on yours, on your neck, collarbones, his deft fingers unzipping your dress so his big hands could caress your bare skin. You had worn red lip gloss to the party, and it looked so pretty scattered across his chest and abdomen.
âWhat are you thinking about, baby?â Jisung murmured, hands finding familiar holds on your hips, fingertips lining up to the bruises theyâd left without even looking. âIf itâll be even better sober? Because I amâŚâ
His pupils were blown, his breaths shallow and quick as his gaze flitted from your lips to eyes. Despite apparently being able to read your mind, he was still gauging your reaction, waiting to see if heâd crossed a line. Acknowledging what had already happened was one thing, suggesting a repeat was a whole other story.
Fuck it.
You nodded quickly, dropping your hands from his shoulders. âIs your car here?â
âIâFuck, yeah.â He dug into his pants pocket for his keys as he grabbed the exit door with the other.
âMm,â you sighed in content as Jisung pressed lazy kisses down your spine. âYou were right.â
âOh? About what?â He asked humorously, resting his cheek on your shoulder blade, mimicking your own position with your cheek squished against his pillow.
âIt was even better sober.â
He laughed, running his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours. âI love when a hypothesis works out.â
You looked at where your linked hands rested on the mattress next to you, how natural it looked. It wasnât the first time you held hands, tonight or last night. But it was the first time youâd done so when you werenât in the act. Somehow, it felt even more intimate.
âWhat do you want from me?â You asked quietly, talking to your hands. That was easier than turning around.
âWhat do you want?â His voice was soft and gentle, patient yet at the same time, you could sense the underlying anxiety in the question.
You couldnât take it, needing to see. Letting go of his hand, you turned over in his arms. When you met his eyes, you felt like you were looking at something you shouldnât. Like he was letting you, hardly more than stranger, cradle his heart in your hands.
âI want more,â you confessed. âI-I donât know if this is a good idea, it probably isnât, butââ
âOkay.â He nodded quickly.
âOkay?â
âI can work with that,â he said, cupping the back of your head and kissing you again.
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all I want for Christmas is knowing how the atf! Family as a whole spend Xmas together (or New Years, idc) and also how Gojo x reader celebrate it alone đ
âno, satoru,â you say, for what is probably the thousandth time ever.
you should really start capitalizing on these moments. keep a tally and make him pay you for each mark he gets. each time you have to teach him how to listen.
youâd be richer than him by now, probably.
âbut please.â
satoru is on the ground by your feet, literally. his giant head rests against your socks, hands clawing at your very elegantly themed nutcracker pajamas like heâs about to rip them. which, he definitely is.
itâs early enough that you donât even scold him for it, but blink idly, wondering why youâre still up this early when the children are completely grownâto everyoneâs utter dismayâand have never believed in the magic of christmas.
well, megumi, at least. tsumiki, the only person in the room who canât see curses or use any sort of actual supernatural ability, believes wholeheartedly in all types of magic. it must be easy, considering that sheâs a sort of magic all on her own.
megumi, who has been preparing for this moment, steps right over satoru and shrugs down next to you on the couch. heâs also wearing christmas pajamas, but only because you and tsumiki manipulated him into it for fifteen minutes the night prior.
tsumiki is sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, smiling because sheâs the only morning person in the house.
also because sheâs probably the only one who got any sleep.
âget off,â you tell him, pulling at his hair. âyou need to wait your turn.â
ânoo,â he whines some more, shaking his head and probably getting snot all over your ankles. his morning voice is nonexistent because you know that he didnât even attempt to go to bed. which is also why heâs throwing a temper tantrum.
âitâs youngest to oldest. youâre dead last, loser.â
satoru looks up at you, pouting.
you ignore him entirely, turning to megumi. âgo ahead, kid.â
megumi sighs, picking at the box you set next to his spot. but before he opens it, he gives satoru a look. âi think she just called you old.â
tsumiki giggles, sipping on her hot chocolate.
satoru, who is now leaning against your legs, entirely too tall for anything, looks back at you, head in your lap, with mystified puppy-eyes. heâs completely outraged. âdid you call me old?â
you raise a brow. âi said oldest,â you respond, but your tone claims otherwise, because satoru is getting pretty old.
âi am very youthfulââ
âimmature,â megumi says, under his breath.
ââand the only one with any decency around here.â
âyouâre wearing a shirt that says âsantaâs favorite ho,ââ you deadpan, pulling at his hair some more.
tsumiki giggles again.
satoru shakes your hand away. âit was a gift!â
megumi snorts, finally pulling at the wrapping paper around his present.
you blink. âfrom yourself.â
ânot like any of you were going to appreciate me,â satoru mumbles, crossing his arms. you kiss the top of his head in response, and he grabs ahold of your calf like itâs a hand.
âi got you the pants,â tsumiki says, smiling at him.
âand iâll wear them until the day that i die,â satoru nods, giving you another pointed look. you just snort.
âwhatâd you get, megs?â
âitâs a mug that says âworlds greatest teacher,ââ he hands it to you, brows furrowed, his voice is nonchalant.
âwhat? i didnât get youââ
âmegumiâs not a teacher,â satoru interrupts, easily enough. he plucks the mug right from your hands. âwell, i guess ill take it off your hands since you have no use for itââ
âsatoru.â
âwhat? santa mustâve made a mistakeââ
tsumiki laughs into her mug, getting hot chocolate on her face, and pajamas, and another year has passed.
who ever said christmas was about gifts anyway?
the rest of the morning passes, new socks shoved into dressers, books left around the house. tsumiki gets yarn to knit with, and megumi gets gel for his hairâand some new underwear, courtesy of satoru.
christmas doesnât have a lot of tradition for any of you. maybe itâs because you and gojo grew up without any meaningful holidays, or maybe itâs because tsumiki and megumi barely knew what christmas was before you and satoru were assimilated into their household.
but you spend december putting up lights, buying gag gifts and trying to teach satoru how to wrap a present for the sixth year in a row. none of it is ever the same, and none of it goes very well. lights are broken, trees fall, and no matter how many matching sets of pajamas you buy, one always seems to go missing by christmas eve.
still, everyone laughs together at all of the nonsense and maybe thatâs the only tradition that matters.
*
itâs not until later that night that you and satoru are finally alone.
youâre laying in bed, book in hand, trying to purposefully ignore his side eyeing.
but, even after a decade of practice, satoru isnât easily forgotten. his eyes are too bright, his presence too ingrained in your mind. itâs a curse really, and you shouldnât welcome it.
but itâs about eleven years too late for that now.
so after ten minutes you sigh, shutting the book. âwhat?â
âwhat what?â
âsatoru. stop staring at me like a crazy person and talk.â
âwhat would i have to talk about?â he asks, dazzling smile on his face. he leans over to you, entirely too close. and itâs not a moment later that he pulls a small box from his back, holding it out to you.
how it got there, youâre entirely unsure.
you frown at it for a moment, then groan. âwe said no gifts.â
he frowns. âso iâm just supposed to get my wife nothing?â
âyes,â you grab it from his hands, roughly. âbecause thatâs what we agreed on.â
âi donât think you know me,â he says, almost mystified but entirely teasing
you eye him, lip twitching. then you push the present back into his hands, leaning over to your bedside table.
when you turn back itâs with your own meticulously wrapped present in hand. âi know you,â you whisper to him, handing it over.
âhey,â he says, not at all angry. âwe agreed.â
âyouâve never agreed on anything.â
and satoru, as impatient as ever, doesnât even bother to respond, or even argue back. he just pulls at the bow, ripping the box in two.
and hes already smudged the lens of the new glasses you got him. you begin laughing before he can even look.
âwhat is this?â he asks, tilting his head at it.
you giggle some more, looking as excited as a child, grabbing the glasses to hold them out towards him. ânew glasses,â you say, simply, but your voice is high pitched and on edge. âlook.â
satoru grabs them from you again, and looks at the side of the frame. âare these eyes?â
you cover your mouth with a hand and nod. the sides are ingrained with a terrible imitation of satoruâs own eyes, no amount of paint enough to capture the alien-ness of them. still, theyâre blue and bright and entirely too hilarious.
he blinks at you, his lips pursed. âare there six of them?â
you hold back a snort and point. âonly four. youâve got two perfectly good ones on your head already.â
and then you burst into laughter, leaning over so you can giggle into the blankets.
satoru is scowling but his face is soft, and maybe heâs smiling at you in disbelief, or admiration. âthese are awful,â he says, but puts them on anyway.
âi know!â you say, grinning at him, completely giddy.
he shakes his head, but his face is amused, and nudges his present towards you. âopen.â
youâre still quietly laughing to yourself as you open the box, but your smile fades once you see whatâs inside.
you pull out a music box, a deep blue with gold embellishments. itâs porcelain and if you drop it, itâd break. you breathe out, then whisper âisnât this the one we saw at thatââ
âat the art festival we went to in october. you said it looked like the one you had at home.â
you look up at him. satoru is still smiling, but when has he ever stopped? âwhen did you get it? i carried all the bags that day.â
âthere was another festival in kanto a month later,â he tells you, pulling it from your hands so he can open it up. âi stopped after a mission to look.â
but before you can thank him, can say itâs beautiful, or wonder how long he thought about it, a tiny dancer pops out, and sheâs holding a slip of paper.
âwhatâsâŚâ
satoru, who canât wait for anything, grabs it, unfolding it so you can read. but he tells you anyway. âplane tickets. for a trip sometime. us and the kids. i already talked to yaga about time off.â
âsatoruââ
âand the higher ups, but that one took longer. theyâll be fine for a week or two.â
you look at him again, lips downturned. âmy gift was so dumb.â
he laughs, leaning in so he can press his forehead to yours. âthis is for all of us, so weâll call it even,â he grins, though. âor you could give me a different gift. i have a couple of things in mindââ
you shake your head and crawl to him, pushing him back so you can trap him with your head on his chest. âyouâre so dumb.â
he pulls you close and runs his stupid soft hands up from your shoulders to your neck. âi know.â
âi love you.â
âi know,â he answers, still smiling.
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Under the Lights ŕźâ§âËÂ
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader Summary: A sweet and peaceful Christmas with Dean. Content: fluff, mostly soft moments, family, first Christmas at the bunker, I hate Mary but she is mentioned briefly, not proofread, English isnât my first language :) Word count: 2k A/N: almost christmas and im so excited!! I really love christmas and lately these are the only ideas I can think of to write lol. i just love soft and happy dean so I thought I'd write a cute one shot about him having a good christmas bc all i wanted was to spend these holidays with him
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Dean leaned against the doorway, the faintest curve of a smile playing on his lips. The sight of you, utterly absorbed in decorating the tree, tugged at something deep in his chest. The soft glow of the twinkling lights painted your face in golds and silvers. You were on your toes, reaching for a high branch, determined to hang an ornament in its perfect place. From his vantage point, Dean couldnât help but grin. The way your nose crinkled when something didnât sit just right, the soft hum of Christmas music as you workedâit all made the bunker feel a little less like a fortress and a little more like home.
The table behind you bore the chaos of your effortsâornaments arranged and rearranged, tinsel spilling onto the floor like silken threads of moonlight. It was chaos, yes, but it was yours, and Dean found it impossible to look away.
âSweetheart,â he finally said, his voice warm and teasing, breaking through the soft hum of Let It Snow playing in the background. âNot to rush a masterpiece, but youâve been at this tree longer than it takes Santa to finish his route.â
You turned, giving him a mock glare, your lips pressed into a pout that was as endearing as it was teasing. âIt has to be perfect, Dean.â
âIt already is,â he countered, stepping closer, his hands casually stuffed into his pockets. âLights, ornaments, a star on topâwhat more does a tree need?â
âYour enthusiasm,â you shot back, turning back to adjust the ribbon for what must have been the hundredth time.
Dean chuckled, moving to your side, sliding an arm around your waist, and pulling you against him. âMy enthusiasmâs here,â he murmured, his lips brushing your temple. "I'm just more contained about it."
You let out a soft sigh, letting yourself lean deeper into his warm embrace as you closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the comfort he provided. "I know, Dean," you began, your voice gentle but filled with understanding. "But I also know how excited you get about these celebrations. Deep down, you wish for that typical family cliche, and you and Sam truly deserve it. I just want us to have a memorable time together⌠Could you please enjoy this too and get into the mood with me?"
You turned your face to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with hope and sincerity. Your tone was calm, and the warmth of your words seemed to hang in the air between you. Dean, ever the skeptic, tried to roll his eyes in playful defiance, but a smile broke through despite his efforts. The corners of his mouth lifted, and he leaned in, planting a quick, soft kiss on your lips before surrendering to your encouragement, as he usually did.
The sound of boots against metal echoed through the bunker as Sam descended the stairs. His voice rang out before he even reached the bottom. âDean, whatâs going on in here?â
Sam paused, his eyebrows shooting up as he took in the sight of his brother atop the map table, duct-taping garland to the ceiling beams.
"Decking the halls, Sammy. Whatâs it look like?â He replied, still focused on the lights.
âIt looks like a fire hazard,â Sam deadpanned, crossing his arms as he took in the mess of lights, ornaments, and tinsel scattered across the room.
You emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies, just as Dean hopped down from the table. âSam, you shouldâve seen him earlier. He tried to hang stockings with fishing wire.â
Dean shrugged, unapologetic. âIt worked, didnât it?â
Sam sighed, shaking his head. "So, this is your new thing now? Christmas?â He muttered though a small smile tugged at his lips.
âOh, come on, Sam,â you chimed in, setting the cookies down on the table. âIt's the best time of the year. Even hunters deserve a little holiday spirit.â
Dean grabbed a cookie, pointing it at Sam. âSheâs right. Stop being a Grinch.â
Reluctantly, Sam joined in, helping you and Dean finish decorating the bunker. By the time you were done, the usually cold, utilitarian space looked warm and inviting. Lights draped across the walls, the centerpiece Sam had crafted out of pine branches and candles sat proudly on the map table, and the tree sparkled in the corner.
Dean stepped back, hands on his hips, surveying the scene. âNot bad for a bunch of hunters, huh?â
Later that evening, the bunker had settled into a cozy stillness. Sam had retreated to his room, leaving you and Dean sitting by the softly glowing tree. The faint crackle of a vinyl record Dean had unearthed earlier filled the air, Bing Crosby crooning about dreaming of a white Christmas.
You leaned back against the armchair, watching Dean as he entertained himself by drinking his hot chocolate. The moment felt right, so you reached beside you and pulled out a carefully wrapped box tied with red string.
âOkay,â you said, your voice tinged with both excitement and hesitation, âbefore you make a big deal out of this, I just want to say that itâs practical.â
Deanâs eyebrows rose as he took the box, his lips twitching into a grin. âPractical, huh? Not sure what that means coming from you.â
âJust open it,â you urged, your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap.
Dean unwrapped the box with care, his grin softening as he revealed a thick leather-bound journal. His fingers brushed over the cover, and for a moment, he was quiet, his thumb tracing the edges of the pages.
âItâs, uhâŚâ you started, your voice softer now. âI noticed you donât really have a place to write things downâyour thoughts, memories, whatever. So I thought⌠maybe you could use it. For good stuff. Things you want to remember. Not like hunting stuff or anything like your dad's but something good? Or whatever you want I don't know...â you rambled, feeling anxious.
Dean opened the journal, flipping through the blank pages. Inside the front cover, youâd written a small inscription in your neat handwriting: For all the moments you want to hold on to.
He stared at the words for a long beat before letting out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âYou know me too well, sweetheart.â
âI just thought,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper, âafter everything weâve been through, it might be nice to have something thatâs yours. Something thatâs just⌠good.â
Dean closed the journal and set it carefully on the table beside him. Then he turned to you, his green eyes impossibly soft. âYou always know what I need before I even know it myself.â
Before you could respond, he reached behind him and pulled something from his jacket pocket. âOkay, my turn.â
He held out a small box, its edges worn, like it had been carried around for some time. âItâs not new,â he said, almost apologetically. âBut Iâve been meaning to give this to you.â
You opened the box slowly, revealing a simple yet beautiful silver bracelet. The charms hanging were clearly chosen by a hunter, it was small and subtle, but unmistakable.
âIt was my momâs,â Dean said quietly, his gaze dropping to the bracelet. âShe always said it was for protection. Iâve kept it all these years, but⌠I think sheâd want you to have it.â
Your throat tightened, and tears pricked at your eyes as you looked at him. âDean, I⌠I canât take this. Itâs too important.â
Dean shook his head, reaching out to take your hand. âYouâre important,â he said simply. âAnd if anyone deserves to have it, itâs you.â
You stared at the bracelet, overwhelmed by the gesture. Then, without a word, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. He held you tightly, his hand cradling the back of your head.
When you finally pulled away, you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, smiling through the tears in your eyes. âThank you, Dean. Iâll take good care of it.â
âI know you will,â he said softly, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the record player. And as you leaned back against him, the bracelet resting cool against your skin, you felt a sense of belonging that you hadnât known you were missing.
The warm connection from the gift exchange flowed naturally into the next day, making every interaction lighter, and more meaningful.
The kitchen was a flurry of activity as the three of you prepared dinner. Dean insisted on taking charge of the main course, proudly presenting a vegetarian lasagna for Sam and you.
âSee? Iâm not just a pie guy,â he said, grinning.
Meanwhile, you and Sam teamed up to bake cookies. It started out innocent enough, but it quickly devolved into a flour fight when Sam accidentally knocked over the mixing bowl.
Dean walked in just as you lobbed a handful of flour at Sam, only to hit him square in the chest instead. He froze, staring down at his now-flour-covered shirt. âWhat the hell, guys?â
Dean just watched you and Sam burst into laughter, trying to stay mad.
âYeah, yeah,â Dean muttered, brushing flour off his jacket. âReal funny. Guess whoâs cleaning this up?â
âNot me,â you and Sam said in unison, making you chuckle again.
Dean shook his head, a grin appearing on his face despite his attempt to remain irritated.
Later that night, the three of you gathered in the living room, your plates cleared and the remnants of the dayâs chaos tucked away. Sam stretched out on the other armchair with a book, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he occasionally glanced at you and Dean by the tree, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.
The bracelet heâd given you caught the soft glow of the lights, its charm resting lightly against your wrist. You found yourself absently touching it, grounding yourself in the weight of what it meant.
Sam finally closed his book, setting it aside as he stretched his long legs. âYou know,â he said, breaking the comfortable silence, âYou two actually did a pretty good job. I think this might be the first time the bunkers actually felt⌠normal. Like a real home.â
Dean snorted softly. âTook long enough, huh?â
Sam smiled, his expression soft. âYeah. But Iâm glad we got here.â
Dean raised his mug in a mock toast. âTo surviving another year and not burning the place down with Christmas lights.â
Sam rolled his eyes but lifted his mug too. âYeah, yeah... To family.â
You lifted your own mug, smiling as you echoed the sentiment. âTo family.â
The three of you sat quietly for a while, watching the lights twinkle on the tree. Eventually, Sam excused himself, muttering something about research, leaving you and Dean alone again.
Dean nudged you gently, drawing your attention. âCome with me for a sec,â he said, his voice low but insistent.
Curious, you followed him as he grabbed a thick blanket from the couch and led you up the large stairs of the bunker. He stopped at one of the heavy iron doors, twisting the wheel to unlock it before pulling it open to reveal the wide, open expanse of the night sky.
The cold air hit you first, crisp and biting, but the sight of the stars made you forget it almost instantly. Dean draped the blanket over your shoulders and pulled you close, his warmth a welcome contrast to the chill.
âFigured we could use some fresh air,â he said simply, his voice quiet.
You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder as you gazed up at the stars. They glittered against the inky blackness, impossibly bright and infinite, like tiny promises of hope scattered across the sky.
âWe really did it huh?â Dean murmured, his voice low and warm.
âDid what?â you asked, tilting your head to look up at him.
âThis,â he said simply, gesturing back to the bunker. âChristmas. The whole thing. Itâs not half bad.â
âItâs perfect,â you said softly, resting your head back against his shoulder.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world felt distant here, the weight of hunting, loss, and responsibility held at bay by the vastness of the universe.
Deanâs voice broke the silence, soft but sure. âYou know, I never thought Iâd get something like this.â
You turned to look at him, your brow furrowing slightly. âSomething like what?â
He gestured toward the stars, the blanket, the faint glow of the bunker behind you. âAll this. A night where everythingâs quiet. Where it feels like weâre not just surviving.â
Your chest tightened at his words, and you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. âYou deserve this, Dean. You deserve nights like this and so much more.â
He looked at you then, his green eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the starlight above. A gentle smile played on his lips as he spoke, âSo do you,â his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb grazed over your knuckles, sending a warm thrill through you. "Thank you." With a tender sincerity, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and lingering, filled with a depth of love and unspoken emotions that seemed to wrap around you like a cozy blanket, leaving you breathless in the stillness of the night.
The two of you stayed there, wrapped in the quiet and each other, until the cold became too much to ignore.
As you made your way back inside, Dean caught your hand, stopping you just before you reached the main hallway.
âHey,â he said, his voice low and rough around the edges. âMerry Christmas.â
You smiled, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips, your heart full. âMerry Christmas, Dean.â
And in that moment, with the warmth of his hand in yours and the quiet hum of life around you, you felt something you hadnât in a long time: hope. This was homeâmessy, chaotic, and imperfect. And it was everything you needed.
a/n: oh my god, I had so much fun writing this :) I don't know if I liked how it turned out that much, but I thought it was cute enough to post...
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Chapter 22 -Â Ghosts
After quite a long day interviewing everyone thoroughly at the mansion, and running around after Sherlock all over the estate, John had been exhausted. The hostess had wanted to have them at her table for a formal dinner and John had actually dozed off, sitting upright at the table. He had put in his apologies and headed up to his room to prepare for sleep. In the end, it had been too late to get back to the train, so they would stay the night and head home the next morning.
Sherlock of course, had been right. The daughter was responsible for the theft and had eventually admitted to the crime and returned the jewels all before sunset. John had at least felt useful to some degree, having been the one to go and sit with her and sympathise, until she exploded into tears and admitted it all. Sherlock had lathered him with praise for his work, which felt ridiculous. It really just consisted of him being a good listener, but he would take the praise wherever it was bestowed. Especially when Sherlock was doing the praising.
He and Sherlock had been given adjoining rooms on the second floor of the mansion. There was something comforting about having his own space but also knowing Sherlock would burst through the adjoining door whenever he wanted, as he was prone to doing. He opened the French folding doors which allowed him to walk out onto a shared balcony and take in the beautiful tailored gardens below. John couldnât imagine what life would like to be so wealthy, that you would own an estate of this size. It felt overwhelming despite its beauty. Standing there, alone, he suddenly felt a pang of sadness. They would be returning home in the morning. Back to London. Back to routine. He could already feel his chest tensing, his mind closing up. Over the last few days he had been sure that there had been⌠something brewing there with his flatmate. He couldnât put his finger on exactly what had changed to make him think it. Not to mention, he would never make an assumption of someone like Sherlock without actual, verbal confirmation from the detectiveâs mouth, but even so, it felt like things had shifted with them. Perhaps it was just a shift to a more intimate friendship in Sherlockâs eyes? They had shared more stories, more confessions, but also more physical touch. In any case, John had been enjoyed it all. He wasnât sure how comfortable he would feel back in London being that way in public with his friend. They endured enough crap as it was. No matter how many times he told people⌠they never believed him.Â
Not gay.
And he wasnât. Not exclusively. Not entirely. Mind you, he thought he would simply make an effort, try to make an impression on Sherlock, show he was serious about the work and dress up a little bit. And the way Sherlock had looked at him when he came down to breakfast in his suit! But he didnât expect the detective to wear that shirt. That was a spanner in his plan. He was pleased to see Sherlock was a little surprised by the outfit, and a little thrown, perhaps? Or maybe he was just sleep deprived too. But the man had struggled with words for the entire day. Did it mean something?
John had left Sherlock at the table to speak with their host a little longer and talk her through the next steps now that her daughter had confessed.
He undid his tie and shirt and smiled to himself, as he began to get changed for bed. The last few days had really taken a toll on him somehow though, combined with the sleep deprivation of the night before. It was time for an early night. It took him very little time to fall off to sleep in the large, very soft and comfortable bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows. He intended to sleep well.
He didnât know how much later it was, but he awoke in the dark, with Sherlock kneeling beside him up on the bed, holding his shoulders.
âSherlock?â he croaked out, sleepily. âWhat is it?â He pushed himself up a bit to be able to look at his friend who flopped his weight back to his knees with a heavy sigh. âWhat? What is it?â
âA nightmare, John. Or a night terror, more accurately, Iâd say.â
âOh, are you alright? Do you need me?â John asked, becoming more alert.
âNot me, John. You. You were screaming.â He swallowed loudly, his voice sounded shaken. âYou were screaming my name. Over and over. I was sure you were being murdered in your bed,â Sherlock rasped out, his voice full of worry.
âOh. God Iâm sorry I donât⌠I donât know what that was even about.â He rubbed a hand over his face as he tried to remember what heâd been dreaming about but it completely escaped him now. âI donât⌠Iâm so sorry.â
âNot your fault,â Sherlock said, relaxing further onto the covers. âYou didnât do it on purpose. I had to shake you awake. I hope I didnât⌠hurt you?â
John shook his head as he tried to register any feeling in his body. âNo. No, Iâm fine.â He looked at Sherlock who seemed terrified still. Even in the dark, he seemed to be shaking slightly. âIâm so sorry.â
âHonestly, John. Itâs fine." Sherlock straightened his shoulders, his voice sounding more calm now. "Do you really not remember what it was about?â
John looked at his lap, just breathing, trying to remember. âItâs usually just about⌠the war⌠ghosts. People Iâve lost, moments I wish I could change. The day I got shot. The day one of my friends died in my arms.â He shook his head. âIâm not sure Iâll ever be free of those ghosts.â
Sherlock watched John for the longest time and finally put a hand on his thigh. âIâm sorry.â
John shook his head again. âNot your doing.â
âIs that whyâŚâ Sherlock cleared his throat, rethinking the question.
John raised a brow, looking at his friend who suddenly seemed unable to speak. That was very unlike him. âWhy what?â âIs that why you donât like to⌠make friends? Make⌠connections with people?â Sherlock asked.
John frowned. âI donât think IâŚâ He sighed. âI donât know. I think youâre the very best friend Iâve ever had, closer than any of those blokes,â he said candidly, his brain waking up slowly. âI donât trust people easily, thatâs true. And I donât like people because they donât⌠understand me. But you do, Sherlock. I donât think Iâm⌠restricting myself. Not with you. And I don't need any more connections than that.â He blushed a little, knowing of course there were some things he wasnât going to tell Sherlock, but otherwise, Sherlock had access to everything about him. âI protect you so fiercely, when weâre on a case, when people say things⌠because youâre my very best friend and I wouldn't be able to⌠survive a loss⌠of that,â he said honestly. He swallowed hard and flopped back onto his pillow. âIâm sorry I woke you.â
âIâll probably stay awake now,â Sherlock sighed. âItâs three A.M.â
John sighed. âMe too.â
As he lay there in silence he felt the bed move and Sherlock was suddenly lying down beside him, on the other pillow. He had his hands clasped together chastely on his stomach and he looked at the ceiling, not making eye contact. âWe could tell ghost stories? While we wait for the sun to rise?â
John turned his head to look at Sherlock and smiled. He always knew how to cheer John up. Sherlock didnât move his eyes from the ceiling, so John turned his head to look up at the ceiling too. There was an ornate light fixture and beautiful plaster work to observe and the moonlight made shadows that created changing patterns there. He could stare at those and keep his eyes away from his friend lying beside him. âOkay. You go first, though,â John suggested.
âOkay,â Sherlock said with a smile and so he began.
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Peach Pie
Here's my fic for @steddieexchange for @stitchdfox (thanks for the prompts! This was a blast to write) It's also a prompt fill for @steddiebingo round one -- two prompts: lake, and fluff Rating: EXPLICIT Tags: Phone sex, Omega!Steve, Alpha!Eddie, a/b/o dynamics, blow jobs, dry humping, praise kink, aftercare, fluff and smut, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, platonic soulmates robin buckley & steve harrington WC: 9969 Thank you so much @fkinkindagauche and @talanashta for the beta and all the omegaverse advice. The phone sex scene was largely inspired by WabiSabiPapi's Pillow Talk. A lot of the scent descriptions were inspired by how Gauche handled it in Hot Knife
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âHe shoots! And heâŚâ Steve mutters, willing the Swedish Fish he just threw to land in Robinâs mouth. Itâs almost thereâŚ
Then Robin moves two inches to the left and the candy hits her on the cheek.
âRobs. It was right there! Why?â
âYou try holding still when thereâs something flying at your face!â
âHow am I supposed to get this in your mouth without making it fly in your face first?â
âLike youâre any better at getting it in your mouth,â Robin mutters, gesturing to the pile of sweets strewn about the floor.
Itâs a slow day at Family Video. Slow enough that theyâre trying to figure out some party tricks to impress Vickie. Itâs not going great. Steve sighs and crosses âfood catchingâ off the list.
âOk. The list is getting kind of short. You sure you donât want to try keg stands?â
âYeah right, Vickieâs going to be so impressed when I fall and break my neck.â
âIt could be a good bonding experience you know? Let her take care of you and everything.â
âNuh uh, youâre going to be switching out my bed pans.â
The bell rings before Steve can think of a retort. Vickie walks in with her usual bright smile. The patch Robin gave her sits prominently on her right shoulder. Robin erps. Steve tickles her to give her some cover for the deep blush on her face.
âHey,â Vickie says shyly.
âHi,â Robin stammers. Steve backs up a little when Vickie comes up to the counter. He and Robin practiced for this. She even made him put on a little red wig so she can really immerse herself. And yet.
Steve watches the two of them awkwardly stammer out a few stilted lines about band, frustrated beyond belief. He knows Robin can talk to Vickie. Heâs seen her talk to Vickie. Besides, Steve knows Vickie also likes Robin. Why else would she be renting a movie a day ? Who watches that many movies? Weirdos, or someone trying to get into the movie shop employeeâs over-sized pants.
âSo Vickie, what âcha doing this weekend?â Steve says, unable to stand it anymore.
âIâŚâ Vickie takes a beat, like sheâs searching for a cool answer. âIâm going diving,â she says.
âWhat a coincidence,â Steve says with a smile, âso were we.â
âWe are?â Robin asks. âI mean, we are,â she corrects herself.
âThatâs⌠thatâs great. So we can⌠if you donât mind me butting in that is,â Vicky mutters out with a bright smile.
âOh please, weâd be honored to have your buttâing in,â Robin says. Vickie laughs, somehow charmed. Steve smiles and backs off to go pretend to organize the sci-fi section now that the two are talking about diving and weekends. A shameful part of him chafes at the thought of Robin actually getting together with Vickie. Thereâs going to be a lot less sleepovers, movie nights, and going up to the city. Or maybe Robin will let him tag along as a forever third wheel. Whatever it is, as long as Robinâs happyâŚ
Steveâs wallowing so deep in self-pity that he misses Robin coming up to stand behind him. He shrieks at the sudden sharp finger on his pits.
âOuch, my ears,â Robin complains as if it wasnât all her fault.
âJesus, warn a guy next time,â Steve gasps. Robin doesnât give him a second to catch his breath. She pulls him into a tight hug instead, squealing loud enough to make his ears ring. âIâll take it that you have plans?â Steve asks, laughing.
âYeah dingus,â Robin says, letting him go so she can punch him in the arm, âthanks, I guess.â
âYep, so I should have a horrible stomach flu the day before and not show up right? Let you get some quality time?â
âYes, yes, but actuallyâŚâ Robin says hesitantly.
âActually what? Robs, youâre not asking me to come to your first date are you?â
âWell the thing isâŚâ Robin draws a circle with her toes, face flushed, âiâmafraidoffish,â she finishes.
âWhat was that?â
âIâmâŚâ Robin takes a deep gulping breath. âIâm afraid of fish.â
âYou had fish with me? Last night?â Steve asks, flabbergasted. How did he not know this before now?
âRight but it was dead⌠Itâs the live ones. Canât stand the thought of them staring at me,â Robin says with a shudder.
âRobs, but youâve⌠dived before,â Steve says, âwhen my leg cramped up?â
âThat wasnât a dive,â Robin retorts, âthat was just me jumping into lake water. Besides, I was too focused on, you know, thinking you might die?â
A wave of intolerably strong fondness washes over Steve. Sure, he was touched back then when Robin threw herself into the cold lake water with zero hesitation. But he didnât know that she apparently had a phobia of fish in waters, and that lake was full of them. âRobsâŚâ
âNope, nope, zip it. You sap.â Robin says, pinching his mouth shut with two fingers. âThatâs not important. Whatâs important is, you need to figure out how to make me comfortable with diving.â
âI donât know⌠close your eyes or something?â
âBut Vickyâs going to point out cool fish and stuff to me and I need to enjoy it! Not freak out about the thing looking at me!â
âI donâtâŚâ Steve looks around the shelves as if it might give him an answer. âWhat if⌠what if we practice?â He finally asks.
âPractice?â
âYeah. Letâs⌠weâve got six days right? Weâll go diving every day. Get you used to it. Then by the time youâre going on a date with Vicky youâll be a pro,â Steve says, getting more confident with every word.
âYou think a week is enough?â Robin asks quietly.
âYeah! Youâve never actually had fish staring at you right?â
âNo, theyâre usually dead by the time they get to me.â
âYeah! So you just need to try it out first,â Steve takes her hand and presses it to his heart, amplifies his scent so it can waft over her. âLook, you already said weâre the same person. Iâm not scared. You wonât be scared. You get it right?â
âDingus,â Robin says, lightly slapping his chest and squirming her hand away. âAlright. Operation sleeping with the fishes is a go.â
********* The dive shop is tiny and efficient. Every available inch is stuffed with various⌠stuff that Steve figures must be important. The guy at the counter is strumming something nice on a guitar. He smells like campfire and something Steve canât quite name. Whatever it is, itâs loosening up the anxious knot in Steveâs chest.
He put on a brave face, but honestly, heâs as nervous as Robin. Sure, he was on the swim team, but that was in a pool. The last time he tried swimming in the open waters, he got a leg cramp and Robin had to pull him out. He hadnât gone into a natural body of water since. Thatâs why he got here first, to scope things out and figure out how everythingâs going to go. Otherwise, sheâll smell his nerves, then heâll smell her nerves and itâs going to make him more nervous then her more nervous and so on and on, creating a flywheel of shit until theyâre both a puddle on the floor. But heâs going to be ready. Heâll talk to that dude and heâll make a plan. Steve takes the time to look around the cramped shop before clearing his throat.
The guy starts. âHey! Welcome to Loverâs Dive,â he says, spinning a little too hard on his chair. He ends up turning himself a full 360 degrees and has to adjust, cussing under his breath. Steve stifles a giggle. âSorry, letâs try that again,â he mutters, facing Steve. âWelcome to Loverâs dive!⌠Harrington?â
âEddie?â Steve gasps. âMrs. Clickâs class right?â
âAww you remembered little olâ me?â Eddie says, batting his lashes and flashing his alpha canines. âFunny. I donât remember us exchanging a single word.â
âAnd yet, you remembered me,â Steve mutters, pleased but flustered. Of course he remembers Eddie. Loud. Bright. Sauntering on lunch tables and daring his basketball team to come and bite him. Tommy hated him. Steve couldnât look away.
âI thought you moved?â Steve asks.
âI did,â Eddie says with a shrug, âbutâŚâ he clears his throat. âAnyway, Iâm back. Wayneâs friend wanted someone to man the shop while he dives in the Carribeans.â
âThatâs nice of you,â Steve says. Eddie responds to that with a big, dimpled grin.
âSo how can I help?â he asks, âyou just here for equipment? Or you want the guided tour?â
âGuided tour please,â Steve asks. âIâm going to be coming around quite a bit actually. Robin and I were hoping to get better at diving.â
âRobin? Robin Buckley from band?â
âYep. You knew her?â
âYeah, great musician. Gotta say Harrington, your tastes have changed since we last passed each other in those halls,â Eddie says, leaning forward. âYou be good to her. You hear?â He pantomimes cocking a rifle.
âWeâre not dating,â Steve says laughing.
âIs that a yet?â Eddie asks with a gleam in his eyes. âThis the old Harrington special?â
Steve groans. âDude, weâre not in high school anymore. You really want to harp about the old âKing Steveâ?â he says, making air quotes, âvery conformist of you, just saying.â
Eddie makes a strangled noise and clutches at his chest. Steve leans forward, alarmed, as Eddie sinks to the floor.
"Eddie?" Steve whispers. Did he kill him?
Then Eddie shoots back up with a giant dimpled smile. "It's me! Back from the dead after killing the old Eddie, a judgmental conformist." He awkwardly climbs over the counter, so he can get right into Steve's space. There's only dimples and campfire. Steve stops himself from trilling just in time. "So, my friend, let's do that again. Welcome to Lover's Dive! What glorious times are you hoping to have with your friend in these exalted waters?"
Eddieâs eyes are wild. His hair is even wilder. Heâs put on some muscles after high school. The veins on his forearms flex. But that lightness, the refusal to quiet himself down and fit in to a nice little mold⌠thatâs all still there. Steve feels the blood rushing to his earsâŚ
âMunson. Heâs my best friend,â Robin snarls from the door, âdonât fuck with him.â
âNoted, Lady Buckley,â Eddie says, exaggeratedly backing away from Steve.
âWe were fine,â Steve says hurriedly. Robin scared the shit out of Dustin that one time he got too snippy about Steve being slow to read. He knows Robin wouldnât hesitate to drive an air tank into Eddieâs head and he does not need that right now.
âSo, what can I get you? Friend birds?â Eddie asks.
âYour finest tour if you please,â Steve says, trying to remember all weird fantasy English stuff that Munson and the kids seemed to get such a kick out of.
#steddiewinterexchange#steddie fanfic#omegaverse#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddiebingoroundone
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That is an absurd amount of admin+zepheniah dust to be following her around- I think she kneeled in the dust, catatonic, eyes unblinking, staring at what she thought her life would have been
I like that engie had a glass of water ready for her. I also like that he knows the administrator is gone, her entire scheme is over- I mean, it makes sense. He was there when the admin cracked that last vial of australium and took it all.
I think the whole death of the admin, I think this implies that the admin spent almost an hour straight in that cave of hers, talking to zepheniah. Going over her past, over his past, the way she inserted herself into his future.
I'm mildly upset that he doesn't have his gunslinger- but that's compliant to the way he was drawn in the comics previously, I suppose
Engie sitting down across from her and talking. He doesn't even ask what happened- he knows his employer is dust on the floor. Instead, he openly talks about his perspective of it. This gives me the vibe that pauling and engie are pretty close as work acquaintances, if not friends. Engie seems disapproving of the admin's endeavours, but not in the sense that he saw her as evil. Sure, he probably has his reservations with the admin's choices, but his moral grayness and choice to look past the evilness of it all, it really solidifies that he's a mercenary. He's even casually entertaining that pauling could fill the role of the admin, or create a new role to fulfill what pauling thought she would devote her life to, saying she could become whatever she wants, with the tone of voice of coworkers talking shop.
I like how dejected miss pauling looks. Hunched over, hair messy, outfit full of dust. Glass of water half drunk. She looks shell shocked, almost. I also like how engie is acting as a rock in this situation- he's grounding her, tying her down to reality. Talking her through whatever she's stuck on in her brain. Whether that's because he's intuitive enough to know to do this, and polite enough to want to do it to help her, or because he wants her to lucidly understand that he is washing his hands of involvement, I don't know.
The intensity of engie's suggestion says a lot, imo. "Make sure you get it all." His disdain that he's come to feel for australium is palpable here. Even after working with it for so many years, even after being privileged enough to fabricate things and tinker with australium to refine the admin's hand doohikey- it's like he's come to some conclusion that australium is a sentence imposed on whomever uses it, regardless of good intentions, that will always lead to bad things happening.
And there's that nickname again. Other names that start with Flo.... Flower? Florina? Flossy? Florris? Who knows. I'm inclined to believe that Flo isn't her full name, much like how she refers to the engineer as Engie, it would make sense for him to refer to her with a shortened version of her name.
I love how the glow of the australium shines in her eyes. Like a promise.
"You won't never be free of it." He's seen firsthand what this shit does to someone
Augh.... Her hair is so messy now. That second pannel, that's an expression we've never seen on her face before. She's utterly lost. But engie is there. He looks genuinely relieved that pauling took his advice to heart.
He's so jolly. I love him
Soldier did nobody ever teach you not to smear your grubby fingerprints all over pictures. Convenient as hell to block that figure in the picture that was never revealed... The only thing we can gather from this, though, is that the figure is perhaps extremely short.
Is it bad of me to say that this looks like Kim
he's SO done with this. I really like how the tattoos he got in prison are completely removed from his skin. I don't know if that's intentional or not, but it's an interesting concept if it's intentional
I don't know if being merasmus' familiar is what's causing this but I love that soldier can canonically see ghosts. That's awesome
lol his expression looks like his soul left his body
I love that we got so much more of soldier in this comic... He's so silly
Aw. For all his complaining, merasmus can't bear to look at his friend getting tortured so he looks away. Or maybe he understandibly just doesnt want to see someone getting tortured.
Awh hell yeah, creature.... perhaps of the Pilosa order... This swap to a different plot kinda confused me with its placement and the context it provided.... but ah well, I'll take it
Awww, when did bidwell learn to backtalk
love the delivery with this one. This typa humour is so good
Average australian attitude towards drinking. I wonder if she has an australian accent now... Idk. But I like her design
Wait I think that that's Uluru,,,, or Ayer's Rock, as Saxton calls it. There's no question now, Uluru is significant to Saxton's life... otherwise why would its frame be hung next to the other Hale? I'd have to look back through the other comic where scout and heavy go to the rock to investigate it to make any more inferences
dawwww
PAHAHA ... BEAR POLISH??? Reddy, you dog
Alright back to business. Big fan of Heavy's beard... could use more shaping though. I like that he uses Sasha has a bludgeon though. That's awesome
he just does not Stop YAPPING !!! Good for him tbh... The fact that only soldier can see merasmus... He looks insane to everyone else around him that's crazy
lol, I like how merasmus' ghost form also comes with a ghost version of the chair and binds he died with. There's actually only two chairs instead of three
ugh, girl, tidy that thing uppp
wjatever.... Big fan of people still calling merasmus an old woman. So true
this is the first time soldier's smile has faltered, and its right after heavy says he doesnt care that merasmus got tortured to death...
he's so wordly.... he knows currency rates off the top of his bald dome
girl that body of yours is absurd
Thread of my second read through The Days Have Worn Away
his stupid smile . I want to put him through a food processor
ok one of them came out wearing an eyepatch i think soldier got cheated on and zhanna had a kid with demo
he proposed with a grenade. and. and he pulled the pin and put the ring on zhanna's finger. and threw the grendade
tbh I fear for the person who becomes the centre of her devotion next
she is willing and ready to use her powers for evil
new sniper lore dropped too. He can fly bush planes
hes so real for this
i think these are the team classic characters... There's a plaque missing on the stone statue at the bottom, I wonder what was on it.
I like how everyone at⌠Administrator HQ is wearing purple
So earlier we got miss pauling's first name initial, f. Pauling.... so this is a confirmation that her name starts with F, and she's on first name basis with engie. Flo- like, Florence? Florida?
This might be a stretch but I think that these paintings on the wall, I think they're like, the BEST of the best mercernaries of their respective class. Pyro is looking at a hard to make out person surrounded by flames, and demo is looking at a high tech looking demoman
look at all these stupid idiots. i love them
she's SO done dude. SO DONE
also this whole thing. Love the detail that spy is checking his watch pompously . and how everyone else is lined up waiting for them to continue walkign
And this one... god, that smile she gives scout. The way scout beams
The art in this comic has improved so so much, its absolutely gorgeous. The way its layed out, the emotion it conveys without needing dialogue.... magnificent. I like how Miss P's undone hair shows itself as more messy. She's at her wits end- she's past the point of anxiety, past the point of tightening and adjusting her hair so that no strand sticks out.
I think this is the most creature like I've seen pyro and I'm so here for it. E's got eyebrows over the mask lol. Also medic's stupid ass tippy toeing to see over heavy
I love the placement of this context we're getting for how Helen became involved with the Manns. It immediately makes you think to the place where The Naked and The Dead ended, with Helen fully perked up on the final bits of australium she had. Yet its a look into the past
big fan of this painting. Three rifles... and these book titles. So silly i love it
New competitor for Most eyebrows, Zepheniah has two eyebrow spikes, beating medics mere one spike
A whole graveyard of Manns.... I like the one thats just a giant M. Really hammering in the notion that the Mann last name is an identity of immense value, that takes over your whole life. oh, and that panel before the final one, its so full of tension... so good
And here's the actual moment we get to see her in all her insanity. What a woman. I like that the screens all face him, constantly displaying the products of redmond's and blutarch's failure to follow the family line of succession. His eyelids constantly forcefully open, unable to speak, yet his brain still processes the information his body is percieving. He's like if Mr House (fonv) had a dominatrix
me too, scout. me too
big fan of how heavy's eyes are the only ones that are dots
her and miss pauling both, they share the Devotion, the ability to pour their entire beings and lives into one single thing
I bet that thing felt like jerky. who said that
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Fanny.
marine biologist đ
#she also really likes to sit on the floor#dunno kinda enjoying cropping screenshots in the weirdest format possible lol#also my third sim post today... i'm done i promise °-°#that's what happens when my anxiety completely confines me to my house... on a day when i don't have to work T.T#simblr#sims 4 cas#ts4 cas#sims 4#ts4#show your sims
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r/malelivingspace
#alucard đ¤ integra: having a hugeass room and putting only (1) piece of furniture in the very middle#hellsing#these production arts are a bonus from the dvds if i'm not mistaken#if anyone knows where to find all of them in good quality so the text is actually readable let me know....#does alucard really sit in that dinky chair staring intently at the door at all times like a final boss waiting for the cutscene to trigger#no wonder why mans so ill#i feel bad whenever integra has to visit him down there#girl has to walk down 3 flights of stairs and then the last 50m is that jojo 'oh you're approaching me?' meme#i feel like she probably offered him a less dungeon-y space on the main floor but alucard prefers to be a basement dweller at this point#also... that cell is a lot smaller than i thought it would be judging from the episode#no wonder why integra asked if she could sit there... room is tiny
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Modern cowboy au icemav need mav line dancing to shania twain
#mav works on vipers ranch#ice is a farmer who delivers them hay bales#mav shows off by lifting all those little square bales and ice is like đď¸đď¸ looking at his arms#ice rarely goes to the little bar in town but one night he gets dragged there by slider#and whos sitting there at the bar#that handsome little ranch hand with big arms#ice watches from afar and any man of mine comes on and mav immediately gets up pulling goose with him#goose is also really good at line dancing#carole too she follows them to the floor#someone write this#icemav#pete maverick mitchell
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Butters has been playing in Baby Mountain a lot recently :3
#Creepy chatter#I sit next to her while I do my morning emails before I go to my desk :) she gets so excited#I also don't really have any cords in this room so sometimes she gets a little floor time#Mouse is terrified of wide spaces like that and the babies are still held captive by their zoomies#So Butters is the only on who can really SAFELY have floor time. She always runs right back to me when I call :')#Butter
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#hey boss#u uh- u said i was working sun n wed- can i have more consistent days so i have days to block out for interviews?#.#uve been forewarned#ok so its four months into my gap year and HOLY SHIT JOB SEARCHING IS SO FRUSTRATING#so im working as a clerk at this law firm mon and wed (only 8 hours total tho)#n i THOT i had my reatil job in the bag but then boss goes âyea im really sorry but i cant give u three days - only sundays and wedsâ#so i was like great ok i need another job thats cool ill just bliock out sundays and weds for potential employers#THEN on sat boss texts n goes âahhh i dont need u till next week- also can u switch ur wed to friâ. ??????? MA'AM#so i go#she says sorry kid i dont WHICH IS FINE I APPRICIATE THE COMMUNICATION#so i have an interview the next day at a coffee shop for a time THE MANAGER OFFERED#i show up after having pit my day aside for this noon interview#i walk in employees go âuh ho manager stepped outâ#she camnt come back for the rest of the day AND doesnt apologize in her email- just âunfourntallyyyy i didnt have time to check my emailâ#MAAM YOU SEND THE INVITE#whatever#luckily last friday i was invited to this job fair by like four diff locations in san fran n was immeditaly hired#(first trial shift tmr yay!)#but the commute is gonna be KILLER#however im hopeful n i love coffee so yay#also my pet sitting is taking off ive got two sits booked for october#which is suprising bc im also traveling for half the month#manchester edenbrough st andrews milan lake como babayyyyyyy#also this thursday im heading to chicago and maine for a wedding (yay go love!) and to tenessee for another wedding in jan#so now ive got law firm retail associate barista dog sitter n i just KNOW when the holidays roll around n both retail jobs will be wack ill#be floored#but. ahem anywats good things frustrating thinsg stressful things but GOD am i glad i took this gap year#oh yea and ive been hiking tones! lands end trail#tilden park
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When you have to take off your socks to change into clean socks and your bare feet touch the floor for exactly fifteen seconds and the dry, smooth sensation makes you want to chop your toes off
#Itâs awful#I used to think short carpet was bad but vinyl flooring is the literal WORST#They should make socks that are lined with a rubbery nubby texture for people with sensory issues and/or allodynia#who find light or sliding contact painful and need deep pressure to function#This is why my grandma always wore her penny loafersâ even in the hospital bed#I know what you were grandma#I KNOW you#She knew the lyrics to every song ever from 1890â1980 and would spontaneously burst into song if something you said reminded her of a song#And her mother used to sit down and read the dictionary for fun and was essentially a walking encyclopedia#despite dropping out of school at a young age because she just absorbed everything she could find#My aunt talks really really fast and for a really long time and constantly crochets to keep her hands busy#and according to my mom would rock in a rocking chair for hours and hours#All of my uncles and my mom are slightly socially awkward and take LOONG pauses between words sometimes#and something about their neutral facial expressions is âoffâ and guess who else looks âoffâ when Iâm not purposefully grandiose#Moi [frames face with hands]#me#I canât quite put my finger on it but I look a little too âdreamyâ and like a fish out of water simultaneously#Like âthe lights are off but someone is definitely in there watching and itâs kind of creeping me outâ#And I will also read the dictionary for fun and I also happen to be a walking encyclopedia#Right now Iâm into herbalism and mushrooms and psychotropic substances so I will recite paragraphs of information unsolicited#about any of those things#I guess itâs a branch off my main interest in psychology and human biology
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