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Special Ops: Lioness - 1x07
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HI MAE!!! HAPPY 7k đ©·đ©·
can i please do a blueberry muffin from your bake sale??? I always wanted a part two to your drabble for the emt!marauders with a reader who gets vertigo. I still for the comfort of how it'll be the car ride to the hospital with the boys comforting the reader just like int he first part. the drabble ended too soon đ«¶đ»
nevertheless, you totally degree this milestone!!!
Thank you lovely!
part 1
cw: severe dizziness, mention of vomiting
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠497 words
Youâve decided not to make any more sounds. Your moaning and groaning was only worrying the boys, and if you canât control anything else you can control that. Still, as slow as Remus tries to make the next turn, you canât help your soft intake of air. Your head keeps turning long after the car has straightened out.Â
âI know,â Sirius murmurs in reply to your little gasp. His voice is weighed down with sympathy.Â
Youâve figured out that the cold of his hands helps, so he keeps pressing them to your forehead, your temples, your neck. On your other side, James is doing his best to keep you from moving with his arm around your shoulders. Youâre holding your neck ramrod straight for the same purpose. You can feel the stitching of the seats where your fingers are pressed harshly to them, though in your vision the car is only a smear of gray interior and a deep blue out the windows. You guess by the color that it must be early morning.Â
âIâve got a bag,â James reminds you. âLet me know if you think you need it, yeah?âÂ
Your answering hum is wobbly. Sirius moves his hands to your cheeks.Â
âAre you feeling any better, sweetheart?â Remus asks. You can picture him looking into the rear view mirror, and you and then at the other boys. You wonder what faces theyâre making in silent answer. âCan you see at all?âÂ
âA little bit,â you lie.Â
Sirius makes a soft sound, low in his throat. He strokes his thumb over your cheekbone. âDonât downplay it for us,â he chides, about ten degrees gentler than his usual admonishments. âWe canât help you as well if we donât know how bad it is, baby.âÂ
You press your lips together, hard, clamping them between your teeth, but youâre sure your boyfriends can see the tears youâre holding back regardless. James kisses your hair.Â
âItâs okay,â he says. âWe can talk about all that when we get there, yeah? Youâre alright.âÂ
A quiet whimper slips out of you, two tears blinking out of your eyes one after the other.Â
âYou are, angel.â James seems desperate to reassure you. Siriusâ hands move to press over your collarbones, firm and grounding. âYouâre okay. Weâre gonna make it better, my love.âÂ
âOnce weâre there, weâll try not to move you around hardly at all, dove, alright?â Remus chimes in. âWeâll get you settled and checked out, and the worst thing that can happen is you end up sitting still and waiting this out. No more driving or walking or anything like that until youâre feeling better.âÂ
âOkay,â you manage to squeak out in reply.Â
âOh, my sweetheart.â James sounds nearly on the brink of tears himself, and you think you feel Sirius reach across you to rub his leg even as theyâre both comforting you.Â
âI know.â Sirius kisses your temple. âI know, baby. Weâve got you.âÂ
That, you can believe in.
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Roommate Accident
Synopsis. Living with Eren Yeager was never supposed to happen or be complicated, but tension between two roommates turns their once peaceful arrangement into an awkward dance of avoidance and frustration. A casual offer to give her a ride one day sets off a chain of unexpected events, leaving her questioning the boundaries of their relationship. As their interactions grow more intense, she finds herself torn between keeping the peace and exploring something deeper. With a circle of close friends offering unsolicited advice and wild suggestions, she must decide whether to confront her feelings or continue ignoring the growing chemistry between them.
Paring: Eren Yeager x Fem Reader
Content, MDNI: Enemies to lovers, arguments, smut, drinking, oral (f), dirty talk, sex, fluff, one shot, (Lmk if I missed anything!)
Word Count: 9.7K
{ashâs notes} -HI GUYS! This is my first story and if Iâm gonna be honest, Iâm prettyyyy nervous but excited of course. I hope you guys enjoy reading this because this was lowkey so fun to write, I have so many more stories to think about writing but not sure when I will. Okay Iâm just going to be rambling on and on so again please show love to this story and lmk what you think and how it is! Love you all and take care of yourself, MWAHHâ€ïž minors aren't welcomed! comments + reblogs are appreciated!
College life is back in full swing, and with it comes the sense of purpose Iâve been craving all summer. Donât get me wrongâbeing home with family had its perks, but I desperately needed some time to myself. Now, living with Mikasa, I finally have the freedom to do things on my own terms, while still keeping my grades up, of course. It feels like a fresh start, a chance to balance responsibility with the independence Iâve been longing for.
Junior year of collegeâfinally. I know itâs going to be a new challenge, but all Iâm hoping for is as little stress and drama as possible. The drive ahead was long, so I kept my goodbyes short and sweet, not wanting to drag it out. As I hit the road, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursed through me. It felt like the start of something big.
After an hour-long drive, I finally arrived at the campus dorms, my excitement bubbling over. I parked the car and hurried to my dorm, practically bursting with anticipation. As I unlocked the door, I noticed a few boxes outside Mikasaâs roomâshe mustâve just gotten here too. I grabbed the handle, flung the door open, and jumped inside, shouting, âHIII ROOMIE!â
But the smile fell from my face instantly. It wasnât Mikasa standing thereâit was Eren.
âWhat the actual hell?â I blurted, freezing in the doorway.
âThe fuck?â he shot back, looking just as startled as me.
We stared at each other, equally confused by what was happening. "Excuse me, but why are you in Mikasa's room?" I asked with more sass than intended.
"Mikasa?" he echoed, clearly baffled. "This is my room. Dorm 207," he added, grabbing a piece of paper from the desk nearby to show me.
I quickly glanced at my own dorm assignment. There it wasâ207, plain as day.
"Oh, hell noââ
Call incoming
Just as my brain started to melt down, my phone buzzed. Mikasaâs name flashed on the screen, and I picked up, not even bothering As a greeting. âWhere are you, and why is Eren in your room?â I asked, my voice tight with frustration.
On the other end, Mikasa sounded just as bewildered. âOkay, so I was just as surprised when I saw Armin in your dorm, but we figured it out. There was a mix-up with the dorm assignments, and... they canât change it.â
"WHAT?!" I screamed into the phone, my frustration boiling over. Before I could say anything else, Eren grabbed my phone and echoed my shock with his own confusion, âWhat?!â He put the phone on speaker
âWhat the hell do you mean they canât change it? School hasnât even started! They have to fix it because I am definitely not rooming with Ms. Control Freak over here,â Eren said, looking me up and down with an irritating look.
I clenched my fists, my patience hanging by a thread. The urge to slap him right then and there was overwhelming. My relationship with Eren was⊠complicated, to say the least. To keep it short, we never saw eye to eyeâwe couldnât stand each otherâs lifestyles, let alone the idea of sharing a space.
I see myself as someone organized, who knows how to navigate life with a clear plan, confident in my ability to talk things through and stand my ground when needed. Eren, on the other hand, is the complete oppositeâlaid-back, spontaneous, and annoyingly carefree. Heâs the type who thinks life is meant to be lived without schedules or rules. Itâs no wonder we clash constantly; weâre like oil and water.
After a few more minutes of heated back-and-forth, Mikasaâs call finally ended, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded, in the middle of what was now our dorm. Eren ran a hand down his face, visibly irritated. I had no idea how we were supposed to survive this.
âWell, if weâre going to make this work, I gotta lay out some ground rules,â Eren announced, and I could already tell this was going to be a joke. âYou donât bother me, I donât bother you. Simple as that.â He extended his hand for me to shake as if we were closing some grand deal.
The audacity. âWhen did we agree on you being the boss?â I shot back.
He groaned, rubbing his temples. âPlease donât make this harder than it already is,â he muttered, giving me an exasperated look.
That only fueled my annoyance. I started rattling off about chores, noise levels, and a bunch of other things that he would absolutely need to respect if we were going to survive living together.
âYeah, yeah, yeah, Iâm gonna stop you right there. Todayâs already stressful enough, and I donât need you adding to my headache,â he said, waving a hand dismissively in my face. The nerve of this guy.
Before I could snap back, he grabbed my shoulders, physically moved me out of his room, and shut the door behind me. âTHIS CONVERSATION ISNâT OVER!â I yelled. Silence. Nothing but silence from the other side.
I groaned in frustration, knowing there was no point in arguing with him right now. Instead, I turned my attention to hauling my things inside before it got too dark.
After I finally finished unpacking and getting everything in order, I belly-flopped onto my bed, exhausted and frustrated. All the perfect plans I had for this year were already crumbling thanks to Eren. Sharing a dorm with him was the last thing I expected, and it felt like everything was ruined before it even began.
Now, all I could do was hope things didnât spiral further out of control. I just hopedâfor my sanityâthat living with him wouldnât be as bad as I feared. But deep down, I had a sinking feeling that hope might be too much to ask for.
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Itâs been almost a month since the semester started, and things have been... weird. But weirdly enough, calmâfor now. I havenât seen or heard much from Eren lately, and honestly, Iâm not complaining. The only thing that really pisses me off is that heâs a total slob. Itâs such a turn-off, especially for someone who looks the way he does. Some nights, I have to wear noise-canceling headphones just to sleep because of his loud, never-ending gaming sessions. Iâve tried to let it slide, but if I have to endure this for an entire year, Iâm seriously doubting whether Iâll make it out alive.
âHowâs it with Armin?â I asked Mikasa, picking at my food. We decided to hang out after classes, needing some downtime.
âOh my god, itâs so nice,â she gushed. âWe cook together most of the time, split chores, he helps me study when I need it, and every week, we watch these awful reality TV shows together and laugh our heads off.â She kept going, laughing as she spoke, until she noticed my deadpan expression.
âOh... shit. My bad,â she giggled, tryingâand failingâto hide her amusement.
I rolled my eyes at Mikasaâs enthusiasm. âWell, how is it with Eren?â she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
I sighed dramatically, stabbing at my food before taking a bite. âThe complete opposite of your story,â I muttered.
âThat bad?â she asked, eyebrows raised.
âOh yeah, that bad,â I said, launching into a full-blown rant about all the irritating things Eren had done over the past month. It felt good to let it all out. âLike, I donât get what girls see in him. Heâs just a pretty face, thatâs it.â
Mikasa nodded, somewhat amused. âWell, Erenâs always been laidback about most things. He always says his charm is his best quality,â she shrugged, going back to her meal.
I scoffed. âYeah, sure. Like that guy has any charm.â
The rest of the day passed by, and after our little venting session, Mikasa drove me back to the dorm. Just as I was getting out, she leaned over. âOh, before you goâare you going to Jeanâs party tonight?â
Ugh. A party. I could already feel the exhaustion creeping in just thinking about it. âProbably not. Iâve got a lot of stuff to do at home, and letâs be realâthe chances of Eren being there are ridiculously high, so... yeah, Iâm good,â I said with a shrug.
Mikasa looked disappointed, but I could see she understood. âFine, but you have to go to the next one with me. Promise?â
I laughed and held out my pinky. âDeal. Iâll be there, I swear.â
She grinned and wrapped her pinky around mine. âDeal,â she said with a smile before driving off.
I quickly headed up to my dorm, pushing the door open with a sigh of relief. Looks like Erenâs not here. Heâs probably already left for Jeanâs party, I thought, grateful for the peace and quiet. A whole night to myself. Finally.
I grabbed a snack and a drink from the kitchen, then wandered into my room. As I put on some music, the weight of the week started to melt away. I removed my makeup and prepared for my long-overdue everything shower. The kind of self-care I hadnât indulged in for weeks.
After soaking under the warm water for what felt like forever, I got out, wrapped myself in a towel, and began my skincare routine, singing along to my favorite songs. It felt amazing to be alone and completely in my element.
With my skincare finally on my face, I debated whether to stay up and do something productive or just crash for the night. Nah, Iâll just sleep, I decided, already feeling the exhaustion creep in. I slipped into a pair of soft sleeping shorts and a baggy tank top, sinking into my bed.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber, relishing the calm while it lasted.
BANG
I jolted upright in bed, my heart racing as I glanced around, trying to figure out what had startled me awake. What the hell? I whispered to myself, straining to listen. It could be Eren-I really hoped it was, because the alternative was too terrifying to consider. But then I heard something worse: muffled laughter, followed by unmistakable kissing sounds. Oh no. Scratch that, I hope it's a killer.
Eren's door slammed shut, and I clung to the hope that maybe-just maybe-it would all stop there. I tried to force myself back to sleep, convincing myself that I could ignore it. I was so close to drifting off again when the low moans started, followed by soft curses. My eyes flew open, and I groaned into my pillow, Please, for the love of all things, let this nightmare end.
It didn't. The sounds got louder, the bed rhythmically slamming against the wall. I grabbed my headphones, shoved them over my ears, and stuffed a pillow on top of my head, trying to block out the never-ending torture happening just feet away. I lay there, my regret over every life decision that led me here slowly consuming me. This was going to be a very, very long night.
So bright. I blinked against the harsh light streaming through the window, rubbing my eyes. Barely an hour of sleep after a night of absolute torture. The girl had left about twenty minutes ago, but I wasnât sure Iâd ever feel comfortable enough to fall back asleep. Coffee. Thatâs what I need.
Dragging myself out of bed, I slipped into my slippers to avoid the cold floor and trudged to the kitchen. The coffee was brewing, and I was almost in the clear when I heard Erenâs door creak open. Groaning internally, I rolled my eyes and tried to hurry, hoping to avoid whatever awkward conversation was coming. I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and fished the creamer out of the fridge. Footsteps approached behind me.
âHey, roomie,â Erenâs voice chimed, way too cheerful for my liking. Donât punch him, donât punch him, I chanted silently, eyes fixed on the coffee machine, willing it to finish faster.
âWow, you look horrible,â he commented, pouring himself a cup with a grin. I shot him a glare.
âYeah, thanks. I didnât get any sleep last night,â I muttered, finally pouring my coffee and moving to the table to prepare it. Eren laughed, probably remembering the obnoxious noise from last night. This annoying asshole.
âDidnât realize you were here. My badâ he said, not sounding sorry at all while grabbing the creamer next to me, a smirk still playing on his lips.
I am not going to survive this year.
âI donât care what you do, just have some fucking decency,â I shot back, sipping my coffee as I walked back to my room. I could feel Erenâs eyes on me, but I didnât turn around. Shutting the door behind me, I set the mug on my nightstand and groaned at the thought of the day ahead. No sleep, two essays due, and classes to sit through. Today is going to suck.
I dragged myself to the bathroom, got dressed in something comfy but cute, and grabbed my things. Heading back to the kitchen, I filled a water bottle and rinsed out my coffee mugâthen, Unwillingly, Erenâs dirty dishes too. Just as I finished, I heard his door creak open again. Speak of the devil.
âThanks for washing those,â he said nonchalantly, rummaging through the fridge. âI probably wasnât going to do it anyway.â
I rolled my eyes, biting back a retort. As I dried my hands with a paper towel, he asked, âWant me to give you a ride to school?â
I blinked, caught off guard. What? âNo, Iâm good,â I replied sarcastically. âI wouldnât want to deal with the dirty looks from all your fangirls.â
âHa, ha, ha,â he responded dryly, clearly unamused.
Great start to the day, I thought as I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, not sparing him another glance.
Erenâs footsteps echoed behind me as I stormed off. âYou donât have to back down on my offerâit still stands,â he called out, clearly amused. His voice alone made my blood boil.
Without even turning to face him, I snapped, âYou know what offer would actually be great? How about you shut the fuck up at night, pick up your own shit, clean your own damn dishes, and maybe grow some balls while youâre at it?â My voice trembled with frustration, the words flying out before I could even stop them.
I expected him to have some snarky comeback. And, of course, he didnât disappoint. Eren rolled his eyes, scoffing like my words barely registered. But then, in an instant, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him.
âOh yeah? Letâs talk about you,â he shot back, his voice louder, angrier. âHow about you stop having a stick up your ass and acting like youâre my damn mother, stop meddling in my business, and just fucking stop being a damn control freak if a fucking cup isnât placed in the right spotâ
We stood there in the middle of the parking lot, glaring at each other like two wild animals ready to tear each other apart. The tension was palpable, our frustrations bubbling to the surface in a messy, chaotic explosion.
I laughed, but it wasnât out of amusementâit was out of sheer, exhausted frustration. âI get it, you want that laid-back college life, no responsibilities, carefree and easygoing? Thatâs not me. I canât live like that Yeager, so you just have to fucking deal with me.â
I stepped closer, my eyes boring into his. âAnd if you canât handle it, then go dorm with someone else. Hell, sneak out and find someone willing to put up with your shit. I donât care. But donât expect me to change.â
Without giving him a chance to respond, I turned on my heel and walked away, refusing to look back. Let him stew in his own arrogance. I was done.
After that intense moment with Eren, I decided to walk to campus alone. I didnât care how long it took, I just needed to cool off, to breathe. The crisp morning air helped, but the frustration still lingered, swirling around in my head. By the time I made it to my first class, I was already dreading being there. But skipping wasnât an optionâI needed to do well. I sighed, taking out my things and finding a corner seat, hoping to be invisible for the rest of the period.
As I was pulling out my notebook, I felt someone sit down next to me. Turning to see who it was, I saw Armin, offering me a friendly smile. "Hey, no oneâs sitting here, right?" he asked politely.
âNo, donât worry, youâre good,â I replied, grateful for the company. At least Armin was easy to deal with.
The class started, and after a while, we were given some time to work individually. I dove into my assignments, trying to focus, when Armin spoke up. "You and Eren got into an argument, didnât you?"
I froze mid-sentence, turning to face him. âHow do you know?â I asked, surprised but not totally shocked. Eren had a big mouth.
Armin stopped typing and glanced at me. "He picked me up this morning, and I could tell something was off. When I asked him what was wrong, he kind of⊠exploded about you. He was pretty worked up."
I groaned internally, rubbing my forehead. "God, I hate him," I muttered. "I donât get why youâre friends with him. Heâs like the devil himself."
Armin chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Heâs not all that bad, I promise."
I scoffed at that, going back to my paper. "Then what do I do? I canât even be in the same room as him without wanting to strangle him."
Armin turned back to me, a thoughtful look on his face. "You just need to give him a chance. Yeah, he can be frustrating, but I swear, if you get past that, you might actually find something you like about him."
I rolled my eyes, thinking, Yeah, like when he shuts up. But I couldnât help considering what Armin was saying. He made it sound so easy like Eren was just misunderstood or something. Still, I wasnât sure if I was ready to give him a chance when he seemed to go out of his way to drive me crazy.
I sighed, âI donât know, Armin. It feels like Iâm the only one trying here. He doesnât give me any reason to want to make this work.â
Armin smiled sympathetically. "Maybe heâs not great at showing it, but trust me, heâs not as indifferent as he seems."
I nodded half-heartedly, not fully convinced. As much as I hated to admit it, Armin had a pointâthere had to be something redeemable about Eren. I just wasnât sure I was willing to dig deep enough to find it.
Just as I was about to respond to Armin, the bell rang, cutting our conversation short. We both quickly packed up our things. âJust think about what I said, okay? Let me know how it goes,â Armin said as we parted ways. I nodded, though I wasnât sure how to even start. We said our goodbyes and headed in opposite directions to our next classes.
Finally, lunch arrived. Mikasa had texted me earlier to meet at the cafeteria, so I made my way over. Spotting her quickly, I saw her waving her arm at me from across the room. I hurried over and sat next to her, taking the seat at the edge of the table. âHey guys,â I greeted with a smile, placing my things down. The usual group was thereâMikasa, Sasha, Annie, Connie, and Niccolo.
As soon as I sat down, we were all deep in conversation, laughing about the most random things. Connie groaned dramatically, slumping over the table. âUgh, Iâm totally going to fail Mr. Ackermanâs class. It's like heâs speaking some alien language,â he grumbled, earning a round of laughter from the group.
Sasha, in her usual fashion, was busy shoveling food into her mouth as she snuggled up next to Niccolo. "Yeah, I donât know how to help you with that, buddy," she managed to say between bites, drawing more laughs.
Just as we were settling into our groove, Jean, Armin, and Eren walked up to the table. Jean slid in next to Connie, while Armin took the seat next to Annie, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Eren, to my mild annoyance, sat down next to Armin, but I tried to ignore him, focusing on my drink instead.
âWhy the hell did you guys take so long?â Connie asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair.
âDonât look at me,â Jean quickly replied, jabbing a thumb toward Armin and Eren. âThese two took forever talking about something.â
Talking? About what? I wondered, sipping my drink to cover my curiosity. I glanced briefly at Armin, who seemed to give me a look that said, Iâll tell you later. Eren, on the other hand, was focused on picking at his food, not making eye contact with anyone. Whatever it was, I could feel tension lingering between us, like unfinished business hanging in the air. But right now, surrounded by friends and laughter, I wasnât sure I wanted to deal with it.
Mikasa squeezed my arm, her excitement contagious. "Oh my god, we need to go do something soon! Iâve been dying for some girl time." Before I could respond, Sasha perked up, practically bouncing in her seat. âOoh, ooh, me and Annie too!â she added loudly, making Annie chuckle as she gave a small nod of agreement. Mikasa smiled and nodded, and we all quickly made plans for next week. It felt good to look forward to something light and fun, especially after the chaos of the morning.
As we continued talking, I found myself glancing over at Eren, who was in deep conversation with Armin and Annie. Whatever they were talking about, it seemed serious, their faces unusually focused. I looked away quickly, not wanting to be caught staring, but I couldnât shake the nagging feeling of curiosity.
âShit, timeâs almost up,â Niccolo suddenly announced, snapping us all out of our conversations. Everyone checked their phones for the time. Some of us had one more class left, while others, like me, were done for the day. I silently celebrated the fact that I didnât have any more obligations. We all began packing up and saying our goodbyes, and I decided to take the long way home, wanting to enjoy a walk with my music.
While I was about to start walking away from campus, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I pulled out one earbud and turned around, already dreading who it might be. Of course, it was Eren.
I sighed and, without a word, put my earbud back in, continuing to walk. But he wasnât letting me go that easily. "Wait," he called after me. I stopped but didnât bother turning around this time. âWhat?â I asked, my tone flat, trying to keep the distance between us.
"Come on, Iâll give you a ride," he offered. I shot back with a quick, âNo thanks,â and started walking again. I really didnât want to deal with him right now.
But then he grabbed my arm and spun me around, clearly more frustrated than before. âGod, if you keep walking, I swear...â he muttered, closing his eyes for a second as if trying to control his temper.
I yanked my arm out of his grip and crossed them over my chest. âWhat is it, Eren?â I asked, exasperated.
âLet me give you a ride as an apology. For this morning,â he said, softer now, looking at me more earnestly. âWe literally live together.â I stared at him, weighing my options. I really wanted to say no, to just keep walking and avoid the whole situation. But Arminâs words from earlier crept into my mind. Maybe this could be the start of finding that âsomethingâ Armin seemed so sure Iâd like about Eren.
âFine,â I muttered, feeling like I might regret this decision but going along with it anyway.
He led the way to his car, and we both got in, the tension settling in as soon as the doors closed. The awkwardness between us was suffocating, and I instantly regretted not just walking home. The car felt too small, like the air was thicker, and the silence was far from comfortable. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and rested my head against the seat, turning to look out the window. The sound of the engine humming was the only noise, and it only made the silence feel heavier.
The longer we drove in that silence, the more anxious I felt. My fingers tapped lightly on my knee as I tried to distract myself, but all I could think about was how I just wanted this ride to be over. I thought about breaking the silence but I didnât even know where to start. Every second dragged on, my thoughts running wild, wondering what he was thinking, and why he insisted on driving me. But mostly, I wondered how much longer this silent, awkward drive would last.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, stealing a quick glance at Eren out of the corner of my eye. He had his hands gripping the wheel, his knuckles turning slightly white, and his jaw was clenched like he was holding something back. I could tell he wanted to say something, but knowing Eren, heâd probably just stay stubbornly quiet. The silence between us stretched until I couldnât take it anymore.
âSo⊠youâve been pretty quiet,â I said, breaking the ice, my voice sounding a little shakier than I wanted it to. I didnât even know why I was trying to make small talk. Maybe it was the tension, or maybe it was what Armin said earlier, not sure.
He didnât respond immediately, and for a second, I thought he was going to keep ignoring me. Then, without looking at me, he spoke. âI didnât mean to piss you off this morning,â he muttered, his voice low, almost like he was trying not to be overheard by his own thoughts.
That caught me off guard. I didnât expect an apology, not from Eren. He usually doubled down or shrugged things off like they didnât matter. âYou didnât piss me off,â I said, almost reflexively, but even I knew that was a lie.
He let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. âDonât lie. I know I did. I get it. Iâm messy, Iâm loud, and I donât pick up after myself. But itâs not like youâre perfect either, you know?â His voice had an edge to it, but there was something softer underneath, something that almost sounded like guilt.
I didnât know how to respond to that. Part of me wanted to keep arguing, to tell him he had no idea how difficult he made things for me, but another part of me wanted to understand why he was even bothering to apologize now. I opened my mouth to speak but then closed it, feeling the lump in my throat rising.
âI didnât say I was perfect,â I finally admitted. âIâm just⊠tired, Eren. Tired of all of it.â My voice was quiet, almost defeated, as I stared out the window again. âI didnât come here to play house with you or deal with this constant tension between us. Itâs exhausting.â
The car fell back into silence, but this time, it wasnât the same awkward, heavy silence as before. It felt different like both of us were waiting for the other to say something real for the first time.
Erenâs grip on the steering wheel loosened a little. âI know,â he said softly. âI didnât expect to⊠I donât know, live like this either. I thought itâd be different. Easier.â His voice trailed off for a moment, and I could see him wrestling with his thoughts.
I turned to look at him, my eyebrows knitting together. âThen why do you act like you donât care? Like none of this matters to you?â The frustration was clear in my voice now, bubbling up from everything Iâd been holding back for so long.
Eren took a deep breath. âI do care,â he said quietly. âItâs just⊠Iâm not good at showing it. Not with all this other stuff going on.â He paused, glancing at me quickly before looking back at the road. âThereâs more happening than just you and me fighting over dishes and whoâs more responsible. Iâve got my own shit to figure out.â
His words caught me off guard again. I knew Eren had his own struggles, but heâd never been the type to talk about them. He always kept things bottled up until they exploded in moments like this morning.
For a second, I considered asking him what was really going on, but something held me back. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was just knowing that neither of us was ready to really open up yet. Instead, I let out a sigh and leaned back in the seat.
âWeâve got to figure something out,â I said quietly, almost more to myself than to him. âThis isnât working.â
âI know,â he replied, his voice just as soft. âIâll try harder. But I need you to meet me halfway.â
The tension between us hadnât completely disappeared, but for the first time in a long while, it felt like we were actually getting somewhere. Maybe it wasnât a solution, not yet, but it was a step. And that was more than Iâd expected when I got into the car with him.
I was going to answer back, but it seemed like we already made it back to the dorm, so I just kept quiet for now. After that talk, things started getting a bit more normal, I think? Even though weâd been giving each other space, I couldnât help but wonder if things were really as normal as they seemed. The lack of arguing didnât mean things were fixed, and I knew ignoring the tension wouldnât make it go away. I sighed, brushing away the thoughts of Eren as my phone buzzed again with more messages from the girlsâ group chat. Tonight was supposed to be a break from everything, a night to let loose and enjoy myself, but my mind was stuck on him.
MIKA: Okayyy are you guys ready??
MIKA: Omg, we need to take a ton of pictures tonight!
Me: YES, just gotta put my shoes on
SASH: Girl, Iâm already dressed and looking too fine, Annie is with me and also ready to goooo.
HISTORIA: Ymir and I are ready as well, and weâre bringing drinks for pregame đ„.
MIKA: Okay hereâs how it's going to go, First I pick up Sasha and Annie, then Historia and Ymir, then lastly Erenâs lover! Okay, we are good to gođ„ł
Me: Excuse me who are you picking up last?
HISTORIA: ooo did we miss anything??
YMIR: Spill now.
MIKA: đ
MIKA: yk we are going to talk about it
Me: Yeah I think Iâm going to make a rain check for this girl's night
MIKA: No you're not âșïž, Leaving my house right now, Iâll be there in 10 so get your cute ass ready đ.
I rolled my eyes, but a small grin tugged at my lips. If anyone could pull me out of a funk, it was Mikasa and the rest of the girls. Despite the swirling thoughts about Eren, I knew tonight would be fun, and maybe thatâs what I needed to stop overthinking for a bit.
Grabbing my jacket and bag, I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with my outfit and makeup, I headed to the kitchen for a quick snackâno way was I about to drink on an empty stomach. I grabbed a bag of chips, poured some into a bowl, and leaned against the counter while snacking. As I reached for another handful, a few chips slipped through my fingers and scattered on the floor. I sighed and bent down to pick them up.
Just then, Erenâs door swung open. I froze, hearing his voice cut through the silence. He was on the phone.
âArmin, Iâm serious about this,â he said, clearly frustrated, pacing in the living room. Arminâs voice was faint, but I could still make out his response.
âOkay, okay, I get it. But youâre acting like itâs a big deal. Sheâs just a person, man. Talk to her like an adult,â Armin laughed.
âI swear Iâll come over and beat the shit out of you,â Eren replied in an eerily calm tone.
âAlright, alright, sorry,â Armin muttered.
There was a long pause, and then Eren spoke again, his voice quieter this time. âI donât know, man. Ever since that conversation in the car, Iâve had this weird feeling in my chest. Itâs driving me insane. Thatâs why Iâve been ignoring her.â
My heart nearly stopped. Was he talking about me?
I stayed frozen, crouched on the floor, not wanting him to know Iâd overheard. But of course, the universe had other plans.
RING. RING. RING.
My phone blared to life, Mikasaâs name lighting up the screen. I panicked, fumbling to silence it, but it was too late. Erenâs footsteps stopped, and I could feel him staring at me. Slowly, I stood up and turned to face him. His expression was a mix of shock and embarrassment as if heâd just been caught doing something he shouldnât.
âI-I thought you left,â he stammered, hanging up his own call.
âUh, yeah⊠I was just about to.â I grabbed my things in a rush, my mind racing for an exit strategy.
âWait, hold on,â Eren said, his voice softer now, as if he wanted to explain.
I stopped but didnât turn around. âLook, I didnât mean to overhear your conversation. Iâm sorry. Can we talk about it later? I really need to go.â
âYeah, sure,â he muttered, sounding just as awkward as I felt.
Without another word, I bolted for the door, not daring to look back.
As soon as I was out the door, my heart was racing. I couldnât believe I had just overheard Eren talking about me like that, and worse, he knew Iâd heard. The whole situation felt surreal. I was barely processing his words, let alone my own feelings about what Iâd just witnessed. That âweird feeling in his chestâ? What did that even mean? And why did it bother him so much? My mind was spinning as I rushed down the stairs and out of the building.
Mikasaâs car pulled up just in time, the headlights flashing as she waved at me from the driverâs seat. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the awkwardness that was still lingering from the interaction with Eren. Getting into the car, I forced a smile, hoping she wouldnât immediately sense that something was off.
âReady to party?â she asked, her usual excitement shining through. The girls in the backseat echoed her enthusiasm with cheers and chatter, making it impossible not to smile at least a little.
âYeah, totally,â I replied, though my voice felt far from convincing. I tried to immerse myself in the energy of the car, but Erenâs words kept replaying in my mind. Why was he feeling weird? Why had he been ignoring me because of it?
As we drove off, I leaned back in my seat, glancing out the window, hoping the night out would help me forget about it for now. But deep down, I knew this wasnât something that would just go away.
âHere, drink this!â Sasha said, thrusting a cup into my hand. I took it, confused. âWait, weâre drinking already?â I glanced around at the group, noticing everyone nodding enthusiasticallyâeveryone except Mikasa, of course.
Without much hesitation, I took a sip, letting the alcohol work its magic and pushing my worries to the back of my mind. A few more minutes passed, and we finally parked.
âAHH, weâre here!â Mikasa squealed, grabbing my hand and jumping excitedly. Weâd decided to hit up one of the most popular bars in the city for our girlsâ night out, and with the alcohol starting to hit me, I was just as excited as she was.
After flashing our IDs, we stepped inside, the heavy bass of the music pulsing through our bodies. Our first stop was the bar, and the night took off from thereâtwo hours of drinking, laughing, dancing, and just letting loose. Eventually, we stumbled to a booth at the back of the bar, another round of drinks in hand.
âDamn, Annie, I didnât know you could dance like that! Armin is one lucky guy,â Sasha teased, making Annie laugh and wave her hand dismissively.
âOmg, you know what we should talk about?â Historia slurred, clearly tipsy. We all turned to her, curious. Her gaze landed on me. âYou,â she said, pointing a wobbly finger in my direction.
âRIGHT! Whatâs up with this âErenâs loverâ thing? Are you two dating or what?â Ymir asked, smirking as she took a sip of her drink.
I scoffed, âNO.â
âNot yet,â Mikasa added, grinning mischievously.
I groaned and put my head down on the table. âHow many times do I have to say it? Itâs complicated. Weâre basically ignoring each other right now, and when we do talk, itâs just *hiccup* awkward.â
Mikasa leaned in, her voice soft but serious. âLook, Iâve known Eren my whole life. That man is crazy about you.â
âYeah, crazy enough to drive me crazy,â I mumbled to myself, rolling my eyes.
But to my surprise, Annie spoke up. âI gotta agree with Mikasa. Iâve seen it myself.â
I lifted my head and looked at her, surprised. âWait, what do you mean?â
âOoo, this is getting good,â Sasha said, leaning in closer to Historia, while Ymir pulled Historia closer to herself as if they were settling in for some drama.
Annie smiled slyly. âRemember the day he offered to drive you home? That was because Armin and I pushed him to do it. He was nervous about asking you himself.â
I blinked in disbelief. âNervous? About me?â
Sasha grinned. âWell, well, seems like Erenâs not as smooth as he pretends to be.â
The whole table erupted in laughter, but my mind was spinning. Eren, nervous? Over me? I wasnât sure what to make of that, but it added a layer to things I hadnât seen before.
âYou know what would solve all your problems with Yeager?â Ymir asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. I turned to her, my face full of confusion. âYou two just need to fuck.â
I choked on my drink, coughing as I shook my head. Well, that sobered me up real quick. âNo, no, absolutely not. Thatâs not gonna happen,â I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin.
âWhy not?â Sasha chimed in, wide-eyed with curiosity.
âYeah, I kind of agree with Ymir,â Historia said, nodding.
Annie, who had been quiet for a while, just smirked and shrugged. âMakes sense to me.â
Great, now I was officially cornered by my friends, all focused on my complicated relationship with Eren. The rest of the night became a blur of drinks and conversations about himâlucky me. By then, I had switched to water, trying to sober up before the night ended.
Around 2 a.m., we decided to call it quits. Ymir, who could hold her liquor like a pro, drove us all home. After she dropped me off, I waved my goodbyes, rolling my eyes at their teasing âgood luckâ wishes.
Climbing the stairs to my apartment, my mind replayed the nightâs conversations, particularly Ymirâs blunt suggestion: You guys need to fuck. I shook my head, trying to push away the ridiculous idea. âAbsolutely not,â I muttered to myself.
I unlocked the door quietly, stepping inside. The place was dark, which meant Eren had probably gone to bed. I sighed with reliefâno awkward encounters tonight. But as I flicked on the kitchen lights, I jumped at the sight of Eren sprawled on the couch, surrounded by empty beer cans.
A small scream escaped me, causing him to stir and sit up groggily, rubbing his eyes.
âOh my god, you scared me,â I gasped, my heart still racing.
Eren blinked a few times, looking around before his gaze settled on me. âSorry,â he mumbled, still half-asleep.
I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next, the tension in the air thickening as the awkwardness between us returned.
âWhat time is it?â he asked, standing up and stretching, giving me a glimpse of his stomach. I quickly looked away, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in my chest.
â2:10,â I muttered quietly. He groaned while picking up the empty beer cans, and tossing them into the bin on the other side of the kitchen.
âYou were out for that long?â he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and irritation.
âWhy does it matter to you?â I shot back, crossing my arms defensively. My eyes dropped to the floor, trying to avoid looking at him.
âIâve been waiting for you to get back. I need to explain that phone call⊠itâs been eating at me.â
Ugh, no, please. Not tonight.
âCan we do this tomorrow? Iâm exhausted,â I said, slipping off my heels, realizing Iâd forgotten to leave them at the front door.
âJust listen to me,â he said, ignoring my plea as he launched into his explanation, rambling on about the call. But my mind was elsewhereâon Ymirâs stupid suggestion. I donât want to sleep with him. Heâs irresponsible, reckless, irritating, and infuriating. And his stupid, gorgeous face. His perfect lips. Waitâno. Stop it.
âAre you even listening?â Erenâs voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was leaning forward now, his arm resting on the table, his face inches from mine.
âHuh?â I blinked, trying to focus.
He sighed in frustration, dragging his hand down his face. âYouâre infuriating, you know that?â
I shrugged, meeting his gaze. âIâve heard.â
The tension between us was unbearable, thick enough to suffocate. We just stared at each other, the silence stretching until it felt like something had to break.
Finally, I stood up, breaking eye contact. âWell, if this conversationâs over, Iâm going to my room.â
I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, Eren grabbed my arm and spun me around. Without warning, his hands cupped my face, and in an instant, his lips crashed into mine.
The frustration and tension between us melted away, replaced by a sudden surge of desire. I melted into him, my fingers instinctively tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. It was filled with passion, with urgency. Erenâs hands slid to my waist, pulling me even closer as the heat between us intensified. It felt goodâtoo good.
Wait, no. This isnât right.
I pulled back, my lips still tingling from the lingering sensation of his. Looking up at him, I saw the confusion in his eyes. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked softly, his hand resting on my hip.
âN-No⊠this canât happen,â I stammered, taking a step back, though I already regretted leaving his warmth. âThis whole situation is confusing enough, and this⊠this will only make it worse.â
He sighed, his gaze still locked on mine, intense and unwavering. The silence between us stretched, awkward, and charged with the things we werenât saying. Slowly, Eren stepped forward, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear before cupping my shoulders and pulling me in once again.
But this time, it wasnât for a kiss on the lips.
He kissed my forehead, soft and slow, then my nose, my cheek, my jaw, and finally my neck. Each kiss was deliberate, lingering, and my breath hitched as his lips moved lower. His hands followed, trailing down my body with maddening precision. I couldnât move. I couldnât breathe. Eren was intoxicating, overwhelming every corner of my mind and soul.
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted to do this,â he whispered against my neck, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. His kisses grew more intense, and I snapped back to reality, realizing just how deep I was falling.
Oh god.
The kisses trailed higher once again, prompting me to wrap my arms around his neck. He stared at me, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you want this?" Without thinking, I blurted, "Fuck yes."
A smile played on his lips as he claimed mine once more, his need growing with every passing second. Just as I was about to pull back and suggest we move to his room, he deepened the kiss. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me effortlessly as he strode towards my room. This Fucker. The door slammed shut behind us, and he laid me down on the bed, breaking the kiss to gaze down at me. I panted, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
"God, you drive me crazy, you know that," he murmured, his lips returning to my neck in a passionate kiss. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped me, lost as I was in his touch, his words, his games. Maybe I should have been embarrassed by how easily he got under my skin, but at that moment, I simply didn't care.
He pulled back yet again, leaving me breathless and wanting. Before I could even process my thoughts, he'd stripped off his shirt and tossed it across my room. Any words I might have had abandoned me, leaving me staring at his incredible physique in stunned silence. "Wow, all of this finally gets you to shut up for a second, maybe I shouldâve fucked you earlier" he teased, pulling me upright and claiming my mouth in another scorching kiss. His hands found the zipper of my dress and slid it down, the sound echoing in the room.
He slipped the dress over my head, his hands gentle as he eased me back onto the bed. "Yeah, you shouldâve," I finally managed to retort, my voice muffled against his lips.
His hands moved behind my back once more, but this time, his focus was on my bra. With a practiced touch, he unfastened it with a single hand. "How many girls have you done that to?" I teased, trying to sound collected despite the flutter in my chest. "Does it matter?" he countered, his voice low and husky. "The only person I'm going to do it for from now on is you baby."
He slid the bra straps down my arms, his fingers grazing my skin and sending shivers through me. As he bared me to his gaze, he leaned in, his lips tracing a path from my collarbone to the swell of my right breast. "Oh, gosh, Eren," I breathed, his warm tongue setting my nerves ablaze. He didn't neglect my left side, his hand cupping and squeezing my flesh as his mouth worked its magic.
My mind was short-circuited, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through me. I couldn't believe how my day had derailed, from waking up alone to Eren worshiping my body. He finally lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with desire as he stood and licked his lips. "God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek, then my lips, the contact making me ache for more.
My hand instinctively reached for him, finding the hard length of his erection straining against his pants. He groaned into my mouth, his hips rolling into my touch as he pressed himself against me. "F-Fuck," he panted, laughter threading through the curse. He guided my hand deeper into his hard length, then higher to explore his chest, his nipples peeking under my touch, then lastly to his lips, where he pressed light kisses to the middle of my palm. At that moment, I knew I was a goner.
He gently laid my hand back down to my chest. Standing upright, he began to unbutton his pants, swiftly removing them. For a moment, I felt no shame in staring. But then I met his gaze, his eyes watching my every move, and a flutter of anxiety rose in my chest. I wasn't sure where to look next.
He bent back down, his lips brushing against my jaw as his hands slid lower, to the hem of my panties. "May I?" he asked, his voice soft. I nodded without hesitation. "I need words, baby," he said, looking back at me with an intense heat in his eyes. "Yes," I replied quickly. "Yes, please."
Eren pressed one more sweet kiss to my lips, his mouth trailing lower and lower as he slid my panties down my legs. He moved lower, his face inches from mine, his lips pressing gentle kisses around my center. I felt myself growing wetter, my breath catching. "Eren, please," I begged, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Please what? What do you need sweet girl?" Eren asked, looking up at me. His nicknames always made my heart flutter, even if I wouldn't admit it out loud. I took a deep breath, pushing past my embarrassment. "I need you to fuck me," I admitted. "I need you inside me."
He didn't make me wait for his response. With a groan, Eren's tongue slid along my center, sucking my clit into his mouth as he spread my legs wider. I cried out, my hips arching off the bed. "Holy shit, Eren, don't stop," I begged and whined, my fingers pulling him closer. He moaned against me, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. I hadn't felt this good in years.
Eren didnât stop, and it felt so fucking good. It just went on with his tongue for a few more minutes, my whole body in bliss, pulling me closer to my climax. âFuck Eren, it's so good, your so good,â I said moving my hips to match his pace, moaning too loud. I bit my lip looking down at him between my legs, then I noticed his hips slowly rolling onto my bed. Before thinking anymore he pushed a finger into me, pushing it in and out. âCumming, Iâm cumming, FUCK!â I said whining, my knees buckled while going through my high. He left my core, all swollen and wet.
My eyes started to shut, exhaustion was hitting me pretty fast after calming down. âHey hey,â Eren said kissing my face, his kisses were soft, yet filled with a fiery passion that sent shivers down my spine. âJust a little longer, Do sleep yet babyâ I opened my eyes, âWe still arenât done yetâ.
He chuckled, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. âYouâre adorable when youâre sleepy.â I rolled my eyes playfully, but the affection in his gaze made my heart flutter.
Kissing me again, I could taste myself on him and I basically melted in his touch. Wrapping my arms around him, I savored the moment.
âI canât wait any longer,â I whispered, my hands starting to trail down his abs, moving lower to his underwear band. Without hesitation, I pulled it down not wanting to wait, eager to finally feel him. He helps me and yanks it off of him. The sheer size of his dick made me worried on if it will fit or not. I gripped the tip softly and he bucks his hips instantly, âShitâ He said closing his eyes and encouraging me to continue.
While doing that I swiftly grabbed a condom from my drawer giving it to him. âYou just have these laying in your room?â he spoke out while tearing it open, moving my hand away and rolling it on himself, âYou never know, always gotta be safe,â I said while holding on to his arms for support. âEven during sex your just as a goody to shoesâ making me frown, âKidding, Itâs cute babyâ he smiled kissing me while rubbing his tip in between my cunt.
"I'll go in slow, okay? Let me know if it hurts," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.
"O-Okay," I managed to say, breathless and nervous.
He started with his tip, and we both groaned in pleasure. The pain was there, but it felt so good. Inch by inch, he went deeper, and my eyes rolled back with every second. His fingers gripped my thighs as he finally bottomed out. His face was in my neck, breathing heavily, and I had my hands around his back, ready for him to move.
Without a word, he started thrusting harder and harder. "F-Fuck," he gasped. "You're so t-tight and warm, fuckkk." He rolled his head back, grabbing both my legs and placing them on his shoulders.
"So good, fuck Eren!" I exclaimed, grabbing his face in my hands.
"Yeah? You like it when I fuck your greedy pussy like this?" he asked, thrusting harder. I couldn't breathe anymore. I nodded fast.
"Yes, yes, your fucking dick feels amazing, oh my god," I moaned uncontrollably.
I felt close, but I knew I never wanted this to end.
It was too muchâoverwhelming, yet I savored every second of it. My heart raced, and I found myself biting down on my finger, then my hand, my lipâanything to try and ground myself in that moment. But it was all too good, scrambling my brain, leaving no room for coherent thoughts or words. I was lost, completely consumed by the sensation, and I didnât want to find my way back.
âS-Shit if you keep squeezing me like that Iâll fucking cum, ughhâ he groaned picking up his pace basically making me lose all my air. âE-Eren mhmm!â Moans escaping my mouth every second I have a desire to open my mouth. âYeah keep screaming my name out like that babyâ he said pushing his head in the curve of my neck, his cock was abusing my cunt, I didnât know if I can take this much longer.
The little noises he let out in my ears is what did it for me, making me cum hard and fast. My nails clawing erens back made me lose my mind, then seconds later I felt eren finish into the condom whining in my ear.
The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, both of us still tangled together, with Eren still inside me. I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting to face reality just yet. I had just slept with Eren Yeagerâmy roommate. Damn it, Ymir was right.
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Ugh, itâs so bright. My tired eyes squinted against the morning light streaming through the curtains, forcing me awake. I looked around, making sure I was in my own room. It didnât even matterâmy head was pounding from last night. The girlsâ night out, and⊠something else. Oh shit.
Slowly, I turned over, dreading what Iâd see. There he was. Eren, peacefully asleep, in my bed, his head resting on my pillows. Someone pinch me.
I sank deeper into my sheets, replaying all the memories from last night. It felt like a fever dream. I had seen another side of Erenâone that I knew, deep down, Iâd crave from now on. Iâd wanted to give him a chance to fix our relationship, to build something like a healthy roommate bond, but now that he was half-naked in my bed, that plan had gone out the window.
My head throbbed as my mind clouded with thoughts of how things would play out. Could I let Eren into my heart, or was I too scared to face what that might mean? The overthinking only made my headache worse. I needed to stop spiraling.
Before I could dwell any further, I felt his arms wrap around me, making me freeze. The racing thoughts stopped. Erenâs breath tickled my hair as he pulled me closer, his hold gentle but firm, grounding me in the moment.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?âEren whispered into my ear, his lips trailing soft kisses along my shoulder. His breath was warm against my skin, and I felt the tension in my chest tighten. Do I tell him the truth? Should I just stay quiet for now?
âJust tell me,â he urged, pulling me closer. His touch was reassuring, but my thoughts were still a mess. I turned to face him, my heart pounding, and caught his gaze. He smiled at me, his lips brushing against mine before pulling back slightly to kiss the tip of my nose.
âHey,â I said awkwardly, returning a soft smile.
âWhatâs up?â He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering for a moment. I hesitated again before asking, âWhat⊠what are we, Eren?â
His brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of confusion passing over his face. I braced myself, nervous about his response.
âWant me to be honest?â He traced a finger gently across my cheek. I nodded, holding my breath.
âI want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Iâve been thinking about it for a while now,â he said, his voice low and sincere. âI know things have been messy, and Iâll work on it. Iâll fix my attitude, be better about my habitsâwhatever it takes. I just want to be with you. Iâll take you on real dates, buy you flowers, get your favorite food⊠just give me a chance.â
He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me into a tight embrace. His words dissolved all my worries and hitting me hard, breaking down every wall I had tried to keep up. He was nervous, but honest, and I could feel the weight of his sincerity. I couldnât help but giggle at his heartfelt confession.
âYes,â I said, smiling up at him. âIâd love to give us a chance.â
Before I could react, he scooped me up effortlessly, laying me back onto the bed, positioning himself above me. His kisses trailed along my jawline, and I laughed as he showered my face with affection, feeling a warmth spread through me.
Later that morning, while lying tangled in the sheets, I grabbed my phone and sent Ymir a quick text: âYou were right.â
I glanced over at Eren, his hand still intertwined with mine as he lazily traced circles on my skin.
Maybe this wonât be so bad after all.
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Wicked Games 3
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Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Steve Rogers
Summary:Â you had a one night stand. Or did you?
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â€ïž
A week passes in a tense slog. Barrett continues his pandering penance and you wallow in irritation. You want to put it behind you. You want to get past it but every time you do, it just happens again.
If this was the first time, it would be easy but youâve lost count of all the times youâve had this fight.Â
Your menial office work does little to distract. It only allows you to think about all the bullshit. The way Barrett dismisses everything you do and has to list of everything you donât. The way he canât see his own flaws or how youâve never once rubbed his nose in them like a dog. Â
Is it passive or weak or just acceptance? You canât say. You just always put up with it. Â Itâs just easier not to make an issue of every little thing. Problem is, now itâs a big thing.Â
When you come home, youâre worn out but you still have work to do. Dishes, tidying, cooking. Even your weekends donât allow you must rest. You need to sort through the bills and go get groceries. All along the way, heâs in the way. Youâre not sure heâs trying to help, more so trying to force his way to forgiveness.Â
You grab a bundle of reusable shopping bags from the cupboard overflowing with them. It only took about a hundred of the things to start remembering to take them with you. Â
As you shut the cupboard, Barrettâs on the other side of the oven. Watching and waiting. Heâd be a lot more help if you didnât have to tell him what to do. You forgot a mug and to him, thatâs high crime, but he canât remember to pay the power bill without six texts on the due date.Â
âSo... whatâs going on today?â He smiles.Â
It used to be that that smile made you melt. It would make all your troubles flutter away like butterflies. Now itâs just another irk.Â
âGroceries.â You wave the fistful of bags.Â
âOh, cool, want me to come?âÂ
You nearly scoff. Every weekend you ask and every weekend heâs too busy. His pals want him to jam in their garage band or go fishing down at some dirty river. Another tick on the wrong side of the Pros-Cons list.Â
âSure,â you shrug. Itâs easier to just let him come along. You donât need another argument and you could use the extra hands.Â
You shove the bags into the folded shopping cart and put your shoes on. He toddles behind like a lost child. Youâre repress a glare as you grab your keys and purse. Youâre going to have to talk this out sooner than later our youâre really going to hate him.Â
He follows you out to the bus stop and you wait in silence. You had a car but it broke down last year. Ever since, he gets a ride off his coworkers or friends and you flash your bus pass. Itâs cheaper than leasing a car, even a used one.Â
You donât know what stresses you out more; thinking about all the stuff he does or just thinking about your life. You get on the bus and sit near the back. He reaches over to grab your hand. You wince but donât pull away.Â
âNice day,â he says.Â
âMhmm,â you grumble.Â
His attempt at small talk doesnât go much further. You get off at your stop and walk the block to the grocery store. You unfold your shopping cart and pull out your list. Barrett grabs a bag of gummy bears and dumps them in the cart.Â
âThose arenât on the list,â you say.Â
âI know but itâll be a nice treat for later. Weâll have some tonight after dinner.âÂ
âOh, alright.âÂ
You factor in the extra cost and mentally cross off the avocado from the list. You can go without. You roll through the produce section and work your way down the list. Barrett trails behind you.Â
You stop in the cereal aisle to grab a bag of oatmeal. As you stand, you flinch and cry out at a surprise peck on your cheek. Barrett puts his arm around your shoulder as he presses his lips against you.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You ask.Â
âBaby, giving you a kiss.â You look at him and he grins, âI miss you. I love you. Iâm tryna be better, honey.âÂ
âIn the grocery store?â You challenge.Â
âItâs cute.âÂ
âMm, itâs... letâs wait âtil we get outta here. Itâs starting to get busy.â You glance around at the other customers, hoping none of them noticed his little act. âHow about you go grab some drumsticks? Flyer says theyâre on sale.âÂ
âOh, I can do that. Be right back!â He proclaims.Â
He shuffles off and you shake your head and turn back to the shelves. The store brand on discount is all out. You hiss in disappointment. You search the rest of the selection. Thatâs the cheapest on the shelf and you really canât stretch the extra dollar.Â
You look up at the overstock along the top. Itâs right up there but youâre just too short to reach. You give a poor attempt then stand flat on your feet. You peer up and down the aisle. You could find an employee.Â
âNeed some help?â Â
You turn to face the stranger and give a start. They arenât so strange after all. You know him. Well, not know-know him. Everyone in the city knows Steve Rogers, the Captain America.Â
âUhhh...âÂ
âWhatâs your brand?â He asks. âThey donât run restock until before closing. I usually come then, less busy but I got... ha, sorry, Iâm rambling. What can I grab for you?âÂ
You lick your dry lips and glance at the shelf. You appreciate the help but telling Captain America that you need the cheapest bag on the shelf isnât exactly dignified. You point to the price tag on the shelf and he reaches on his toes to grab the edge of the box on the top. He wiggles out a bag and stands flat.Â
âHere,â he offers it with a handsome smile. âYou know, itâs made at the same factory as the regular brand.â He taps the back of the bag, âexact same address. I wouldnât be surprised if theyâre from the same lot.âÂ
âOh, well, er... thanks,â you take the oats and put them in your cart.Â
âNo problem. Sometimes being a hero isnât very glorious. Sometimes itâs just reaching the top shelf.âÂ
You force a chuckle. Youâre sure the Capâs life is all sunshine and rainbows. Must be a real ego boost to help the little people.Â
âWell, I appreciate it, Captain.âÂ
âSteve,â he smirks and stares. Your lower your brows and look behind you. Is he looking at someone else?Â
âOh, of course. I should go find my husband.â You roll around him and try to shake off the awkward encounter. You look down at your list as you stop at the end of the aisle.Â
âHope heâs not lost...â Steve calls after you. He says your name and you crane to look at him. You meet his gaze and blanch. He turns and struts off without another word.Â
You turn back to your path and slowly leave the aisle. How did he know your name? You replay the interaction and try to recall giving it but you canât. Well, youâre not exactly thinking straight right now. Itâs nothing. Youâre just stressed.Â
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Not to do more Furiosaposting (and SPOILERS AHEAD), but a couple more things I noticed on a second viewing:
âą I think Dementus is being honest about how he lost his family when Furiosa confronts him about it, and that's a big point the film is making. Furiosa isn't like Dementus when she finally chases him down. But she recognizes that she could become like him - a vile, cruel warlord who uses his own pain as an excuse to run roughshod all over the wasteland, smashing everything in her path, using her pain as an excuse to take from others. By that point, she's already a part of Immortan Joe's war machine. She is already complicit. And he does say to her that killing him won't give her what she wants. She resists the idea, but ultimately, it sure seems like she realizes he's right. And ultimately, that leads to her big choice - make a positive change rather than simply trying to hurt the people who hurt you. Granted, she still does do plenty of hurting the people who hurt her (Nice face you got there, Joe, be a shame if something happened to it). But the big, real legacy she builds is taking the Citadel in the name of a greater cause than fueling Immortan's cult of cruelty.
âą Praetorian Jack is also complicit, honestly. And it's something he seems to recognize. He outright says that he's looking for a righteous cause. There's a lot we don't know about this man. He tells us very little of his history, nor do we know why he chooses to ride for Immortan Joe. But we do know that after meeting Furiosa, he wants to do everything in his power to help her. She becomes his righteous cause. So the whole film, Furiosa is kind of pulled between those two directions - Dementus, and Jack. Do you defeat the pain you carry by throwing it back to the people who gave it to you? Or do you seek a righteous cause to build it into something positive?
âą Perhaps one of my biggest takeaways is related to Jack's death. It's not until Dementus kills Jack that Furiosa gets really set on revenge. Like she clearly loathes Dementus before that. Her first time meeting him as an adult, she goes straight for her gun. The camera highlights their relationship a lot, and I'm pretty sure her vengeful drive towards him has its own musical motif - listen for that driving, distorted noise that you hear sometimes. But revenge doesn't become her biggest driver until after Jack dies. Even as she feels clear hate and rage towards this man, she's still set on getting home all that time. But when Jack dies, she goes out of her way to try to kill him. And, relatedly, when Jack dies, she loses the arm that has her star map tattoo on it. So to put it another way, when she chooses to commit to vengeance, she loses her way.
âą We need to consider perspective and narrator here, as this isn't like Fury Road where it's from the point of view of Max, who was directly there. Because this film's opening shot isn't of Furiosa. It's of another character - it's of the History Man. The first line belongs to him - "As the world falls around us. How must we brave it's cruelties?" The closing narration is his as well. Something that sticks in my head more and more is Dementus' ultimate fate. What gets me about it is that it feels implausible. Not only for Furiosa as a character, but for the way the series usually handles injuries. So George Miller was a paramedic before he was a filmmaker. In fact, his work as a paramedic is what partly inspired the first Mad Max film and what funded it. And in these films, Miller has put his medical knowledge to use. The characters' injuries are usually handled in a realistic way, with a few flights of fancy for people to make it through frankly absurd car wrecks. You see this especially in Fury Road, which takes the time to establish that Max is a universal donor twice so it makes sense to have him give a blood transfusion to Furiosa at the end. It talks about the ultimate effects of her collapsed lung and how to treat it. The injuries in these films feel realistic in a way movie wounds often don't. Dementus' final fate does feel a little complicatedly cruel for someone as pragmatic as Furiosa, but what really gets me is how medically implausible it is. We're supposed to believe that Dementus has been stuck in the citadel with a peach tree growing out of him for five years without dying? I...kinda don't. Why does this matter? I think it signals that aspects of the story fall to unreliable narration. These films are campfire stories from a world that fell and rose again. Always have been. But this one has a more direct narrator. The History Man is telling this story. It is filtered through his perspective.
âą And that adds another layer to things, considering Furiosa and the History Man's backgrounds. We see the History Man, we see a guy who is clearly horrified by Dementus' actions. When Furiosa's mom is getting executed, he cries. He tells Furiosa that she needs to make herself indispensable - likely because he feels that it's the best way to protect her. But he still does Dementus' bidding, often without question or argument. In a word, the thing that ultimately separates the History Man from Furiosa is that where he was complicit until the very end, Furiosa chose to rebel.
âą And I guess if I had to boil it all down, I think there's a great big takeaway from this film. Don't seek hope. Become hope.
Man, I love this movie.
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Everyone has a Price (part 1) - Rafe Ă virgin!fem!reader
summary: y/n meets Rafe for the first time and she has conflicting feelings towards her situation
word count: 2.5k
warnings: suggestive language, mild banter
author's note: let's start a bit slow just to then go full speed soon after or whatever. I actually don't know. but I had this idea for a while and finally had the guts to put it down.
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   You didn't expect anyone to actually bid on it, it was a sick joke, a dare your friends had come up with because you're a 24-year-old pre-law who never had sex or a relationship in her young life. It isn't entirely your fault that you had always focused on school to get into ivy and because of that had barely any time for social interactions all together, not just for men you really believe you could live without.Â
   Yet, here you sit in front of your computer emailing the man who bought his right to take your virginity. Two hundred thousand dollars, and only because the other guy gave up. The guy assures you he would've paid even more if necessary, and you don't know how to feel. The whole conversation you have with him makes it seem like a business deal. He asks about your life, just enough to figure out what would be the best time to fulfill the contract. A contract you set up just in case, and he is okay with it, for the most part. He requested you change the part where you wrote that kissing is off the table. Other than that, he is rather polite about your wishes when it comes to what you would potentially let him do to you. The only real discrepancy appears when he starts to talk about sending you clothes to wear, especially underwear, and tells you how to take care of your body before you get to meet him.Â
   That was a month ago. An entire month of emails back and forth and then a plane ticket and a short flight later you land on a small private airport on the OBX. The car he has waiting for you is more expensive than anything you ever got to ride in, smooth, black leather and a whole snack bar in the back in case you need anything.Â
   âMr. Cameron is waiting for you at the estate,â the driver tells you, and you can't do anything but nod. It all feels surreal that this is actually happening. First the briefcase filled with money a week ago, filled with much more than he needed to pay, with the intention that you went and bought all the things he had talked to you about over email; and then the fact that you still have no idea who he actually is. You have his last name, but that is all, and no matter how much you researched you couldn't be sure which one of the many R.Camerons he is. But that doesn't matter now because you are there, you plan to go through with it and give him what he paid for, nothing more.Â
   âYou will be living in the pool house for the time,â the driver tells you as he lifts your bags into a golf cart and signs you to sit down. The house before you is imposing to say the least, but you can't let any of them see you falter and show any type of reaction other than boredom towards the whole situation. So you have to stick with it. You left your overexcited nature at home and brought only dullness with you, because you thought it was more appropriate than to act like a child in a candy store, considering how much wealth you are surrounded by.Â
   But the pool house is not much less lavish than the main house. The one-story building is clean white and modern, with the side facing the pool being only windows, giving you a good look inside. There's a small kitchen, a living room area and two closed doors to the side, possibly the bedroom and bathroom.Â
   The maid that opens the door for you smiles sweetly, she could be your mom if that one wasn't home where she belongs. âYou must be Ms.y/l/n,â she greets you but doesn't take your hand at first when you extend it.Â
   âHi, yes, just call me y/n,â you say politely. âWhat's your name?â She simply smiles and walks into the house, so you follow, still confused why she didn't tell you her name.Â
   âMr. Cameron expects you for dinner at 7pm in the main house. We will send someone to pick you up and then after to bring you back here. For the time of your stay, this will be your personal space, as if it's your home,â she tells you before walking into the kitchen and showing you a small binder. âIn here you will find everything you need to know, on how to navigate the house and the estate, in case you will need it.â She then points towards the doors behind you. âYour bedroom is on the left, the bathroom is on the right. If you need anything just call us over the house phone, speed dial 12 on every landline phone in this house and the one outside at the pool,â she extends her hand to point at a British phone booth that stands in a corner by the pool, it looks rather out of place compared to the other design choices made here.Â
   âThat's very kind,â you smile politely, and she bows slightly before stepping to the side and leaving you alone.Â
   It's all surreal. The fact that you are there. The fact that the house you are staying in is considered a âpool houseâ but it's triple the size of the flat you share with your two best friends. The fact that you will have to get dressed for dinner in two hours, and you don't know what the man who âboughtâ your presence looks like, or his personality.Â
   You stroll around for a bit, inspecting the small kitchen that was still big enough to fit into the whole kitchen and living room space of your home. The white couch, soft to the touch and filling out half of the living room. Your feet carry you to the bedroom, held in a pastel purple color and with a queen size bed in the middle. The mattress is harder than you expected, but it will do for the one week you will spend there. The silk sheets smell like lavender and honey.Â
   Your bags are standing on a bench at the foot end of the bed, but a box that is placed on the dresser to your right is what really draws you in.Â
   âFor y/nâ it reads in cursive on the small tag that is attached to the pink ribbon that holds the gift together. You take the box and sit down on the bed, pulling on the ribbon and picking up the lid.Â
   âWhat the-â you exclaim as you pull the lace underwear from the box. Itâs expensive. It feels expensive to the touch of your shaking hands. Dark green panties with stocking clips attached to them, as well as a bra that nearly makes your eyes pop out of your head. But the worst part is the letter that lies below the gift in the box.Â
   âDear Ms.y/l/n, this is just one of many gifts that I am willing to give to you, no matter how well this week will turn out for us both. I would hope you take it for a test drive before you decide whether you want to accept it.Â
   Sincerely, Rafe Cameron
   P.S. I hope I picked the right size.â
   You gulp and take the underwear back up to check the label, and it's scary in a way that he managed to pick your size based on the few pictures you had sent him over text.Â
   âWhat am I doing here?â you sigh, getting up and scrambling to put the box back together, making it look like it has never been touched. Everything around you is overwhelming; the hospitality; the fact that what you are doing is basically the same as being a prostitute, and your deeply religious parents would crucify you if they knew. You breathe deeply, focusing on your body and how every breath feels inside you, as if you are meditating on the go. âI can do this,â you decide, and keep repeating it like a mantra while walking into the bathroom.Â
   The dark gray-petrol colored tiles make you feel calmer almost instantly upon seeing them. You take a few steps towards the vanity, inspecting yourself in the huge round mirror. Your flight and the anxiety about meeting Mr. Cameron, Rafe, got to you pretty good, too good maybe. Your hair is a mess, and you feel dirty, although you showered before driving to the airport.Â
   After a hot shower in the bathroom that probably cost more than your education, you step back into the bedroom to get ready. You decide against the âgiftâ and go with what you had packed. A simple black panty and a black lace bra to wear under your silver cocktail dress. You hope he won't try to sleep with you tonight already, because you are exhausted and scared, mostly scared.Â
   With your hair in a knot you make your way to the door, just for the driver, Grayson as you learned from the binder, to be already waiting for you.Â
   âMr. Cameron is waiting for you at the main house,â he says, and gestures to you to take a seat in the golf cart. The short drive up to the house leaves you freezing in the breezy air that blows over the estate.Â
   The mansion is truly opulent, marble floors and floor to ceiling windows line the living room, or what you assume to be the living room, while a different maid as earlier guides you towards the dining hall.Â
   âMr. Cameron will be with you in a second,â she tells you, bowing just like the other maid had and leaving you alone in the huge room.Â
   The table, which could comfortably seat 24 people, is filled with food; salads, fruit, tapas, and decorations and many more delicious treats that you couldn't even name if you tried to. You decide to look around some more when your eyes fall to a painting, a family portrait, and you begin to wonder which one of the two men in it, you will be meeting. The older one has his arm around the blonde woman, and his other hand is placed on the shoulder of the boy in front of him. The boy, his son, looks just a smidge younger than the woman you presume to be the wife. The two daughters look nothing alike, but they seem close, as much of that as you can tell from a painting.Â
   âI debated taking that one down, but he would turn in his grave if I did,â a rough, deep voice comes from behind you, and you spin around to look at the man.Â
   Rafe is wearing a white button up and black dress pants, his hair is short, but not too short or too long for your liking. He looks well groomed and has a friendly smile for someone who purchased a girlâs first sexual experience online. You don't even notice that he is just as much silently taking in every aspect of you, as you are him, until he speaks up again. âShall we eat?âÂ
   You still don't say a thing as you take your seat and only utter a quiet âthank youâ to the boy, who brings you your food.Â
   âI would like it if we could talk on a first name basis, Ms. y/l/n. Would you be okay with that?â Rafe asks, and you look up from your plate, over the complete length of the table and gaze at him before nodding swiftly. You don't know why he sits so far away from you, but a part of you is glad about it. No one could've expected that the man who paid for your virginity was this hot.
   âYou will need to speak with me, I know it's still a bit overwhelming. I can only imagine what must be going through your head right now, but I base my businesses on open communication and trust. Do you understand, y/n?â Rafe asks and you nod again.Â
   âYes, Sir,â you rasp, and he cocks a brow while you clear your throat.Â
   âIt's Rafe. Call me Rafe.âÂ
   âUhm⊠o-okay, Rafe,â you are hesitant, but his smile returns as soon as his name has left your lips.Â
   âPerfect.âÂ
   You get through the first three courses without having to talk too much, giving him rather quick answers to his questions but never posing any of your own. By the fourth course, he seems annoyed, and it makes your hair stand up in the back of your neck with how the atmosphere seems to change because of his attitude.Â
   âAsk me something,â he demands, emptying his wine glass and signing the help for another one.Â
   âI don't-â you stammer, and he leans forward, practically glaring at you.Â
   âYou can't have no questions. We have been talking for hours, we talked for weeks before you even got here and you have no questions? That's highly unlikely for someone who wants to be a lawyer.â You don't know if he is genuinely asking or mocking you.Â
   âI wasn't sure if I was allowed to,â you answer truthfully, and he nods, leaning back and smirking.Â
   âYou really are something, aren't you?â
   âWhy?â you speak up, lifting your chin and putting your game face on, if he wanted your lawyer side to come out, he could get it.Â
   âWhy what?â
   âWhy buy yourself the opportunity to take someone's first time? Do you not think that's a bit crazy?â you ask, and he laughs, a genuine laugh that you really hadn't expected.
   âShit, you put yourself up for grabs, and it's a mystery to me how you manage to stay intact for that long. I mean,â he lifts his hand to gesture at you, âno one ever tried to get into your pants?â
   âNo,â you shake your head a single time.
   âI don't believe it,â Rafe counters, and you scoff.Â
   âI am not going to debate with you over potential men that could've gotten what you so desperately seem to crave.âÂ
   âAnd what is that?â Rafe is amused by your manners, by how quickly he can get you riled up.Â
   âYou want a nice, innocent, pretty girl to tell you that you're worth something to her, that you deserve attention and affection and adoration,â you say and take your glass up to down it.Â
   âAre you wearing it?â he asks, changing the topic faster than you had wished.Â
   âWhy?â Now it's you who eyes him wearily, waiting for a response that will make him look like he's less of an asshole than he actually is.Â
   âI pictured you in it when I picked it out. And to answer your question-â
   âI didn't ask you anything else,â you interrupt him, and he chuckles.Â
   âI'll answer either way, darling,â Rafe says while the help brings in the last course and takes the empty plates with them. âI have never done this before, not like this,â he says and turns to his desert, not paying much attention to you anymore all night.Â
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â§Â°ă âWaiting on the Starsâă °â§
+:ïœĄ.ïœĄăteen Stanford Pines x gn readerăïœĄ.ïœĄ:+
The second part!! I was not expecting so much love on my first post on this account! I am so happy y'all enjoyed the first part! Enjoy this <3 warnings : strong language, suggestive language, the usual teen shit pt.1 pt.2
1972 After the night at the pawn shop, Ford hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. It is starting to become painfully obvious. Especially to Ford's twin that has to hear all the midnight ramblings. Will he have to help his brother out, or will fate help Ford himself?
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Ford's POV
I wake up to Stan's snoring. Pushing my glasses onto my face, my feet touch the ground beneath me. I rub my eyes and start to regret not getting much sleep. Looking up at the clock on the bed side table, my heart drops. I'm gonna be late.
"Wake up Stanley. We are going to be late if we don't leave in like 30 minutes! I can't miss the first block", I say as I shake the sleeping man above me. His arm lays down off his bunk.
"Fuck off Sixer we can be a little bit late"
"Stanley it's not going to happen." I say as I stumble out of bed and pull my neatly folded clothes out of the dresser and begin pulling them on.
"Sorry you only get a chance to see your little lover in class man, but ain't no way I am getting up after you kept me awake all night". Stanley grumbles and rolls back over in his bed.
"Please Stanley.." I reluctantly beg my sleeping brother
With a loud groan Stanley jumps off the bed and starts putting on his clothes from the floor.
"Thank you". I sigh out and rush to the kitchen to make some sort of breakfast before we leave.
"Morning dears! You two slept in didn't you?" Ma cheerfully asks as her arms cradle the youngest of the Pines, Shermie.
"Yeah Ma," Stan runs out of our room yelling and leans down to plant kisses on our brother's small head, " Fordsy wouldn't let me get anymore. Couldn't miss out on seeing his little lover." His elbow pokes my side before grabbing his favorite snack.
"Stanford! You didn't tell me you have a little (girl/boyfriend/partner)! I am your mother!" Ma laughs out.
Looking down at my feet I stutter out, "Not exactly.."
"He's too.. s-scared to ask t-them out." Stan poorly attempts to mock me. A loud booming laugh comes out of his mouth.
"Quit it Stanley. I am sure your brother will get the courage soon. When can I meet them?" An overly excited Ma elbows me.
"We have to go Stan. Please. Ma, I haven't even really talked to them. I can't ask them out, let alone invite them over for dinner. Now we must leave." I say before kissing her on the cheek and grabbing Stan to pull out of the door.Â
Wishing for a quiet ride to school was nothing but fantasy with Stan. I couldn't do more than just stare out the window and wish the long rant of his would end quickly.
"I don't see why you don't just go up and ask them out Ford. They seem like a nice enough person to not throw a drink in your face for asking them out. I take a couple of classes with them. Pretty smart cookie too." My twin's words fall out of his mouth as if he is some expert in relationships.
"I can handle my own relationship ventures Stanley. Thank you but I really don't think they like me back. Hell why would they? I can't even look at them without becoming a mess and stumbling on my words. For all I know, they have a guy already." My hands find my face.
"Ford, they don't have a guy. Please. They ask me about you all the time in class. I may not have a good thing with relationships, but look Sixer, they would be stupid to not like you back," His hand touches my shoulder and squeezes, "but if they don't then more chicks for us when we set sail on the Stan O' War eh??". My stomach tightens at the thought of (Y/N) asking him about me. What did they want to know? Oh God what did Stan tell them?
As the car comes to a stop, I jump out and thank Stanley for the talk. Rushing to class, I find (Y/N) sitting in their usual seat doodling in their note book. I smile and wipe my hands on my pants. Walking over to our partnered seats, I feel my heart race quicken when they look up and smile that smile at me. My face warms quickly. My hand waves at them.
"Thought for a second you weren't gonna show Ford. Started to get worried Stan's driving finally killed you." God there is that smile of theirs.
"Haha.. no no. He just wouldn't get up." I stutter out as my stomach tightens realizing that they just said they worried about me.
"Well I will remember to yell at him later for almost making you late". They laugh and we sit in a comfortable silence.
"So what do you have planned for this weekend?" I swear I see a light blush appear on their face.
"Me?! Oh um.. working probably. Stan hates working the shop on the weekends". I say while looking down at my hands.
"Oh well that sucks. I was gonna see if you wanted to maybe.." They are quickly interrupted by the teacher coming into class with a mumble of sorrys and excuses for being late.
Quickly they turn their focus back to the notebook. It's a little black notebook that has stars they are drawing on the cover. A blush coats their face.
Soon class ends and I watch as they hurry out. This time they turn around and smile at me. My heart skips. I find myself thinking of that one interaction the rest of the day. I walk out of the school and towards the bright red car parked out front. A smile plastered to my face. It fades seeing Stan outside the car holding a way too familiar notebook.
"Don't tell me you took their notebook Stanley! I get wanting to help me but that is insane!" I whisper scream out towards my brother.
"Don't get your panties in a twist Sixer. They left it in class today, but...here check the cover". He tosses the object towards me that I luckily catch. I open the cover and see their name and the words 'If lost call me!' with their number attached. A blush finds my face. Is this the chance I have been waiting for?
"Lets go man. You got a call to make". Stanley laughs and gets into the car.
The car ride home was filled with silence as I went over every possible outcome to this. They could think I was weird for using their number without permission, or ask why Stanley didn't call, or..
My thoughts are quickly stopped as Stan slams on the breaks and parks. I quietly get out of the car and go upstairs. I thank the stars that Stan is working the shop tonight.
I sit in the kitchen watching the phone as if it will grow legs and walk out. My palms sweat against the hard cardboard cover. Stanley walks in to the room whistling. He stares at me and sighs.
"Sixer...seriously? You still haven't called?" He leans across the counter and eyes the notebook.
"This is a really bad idea Stan. I can't do it. I will just hand it to them personally first thing Monday Morning" I sigh and start to stand up to leave. I freeze in my tracks hearing the rotary dial turn.
I whip around and see Stan putting in the numbers I have eyed now for hours.
"Stan wait! Don't you dare!" I run over and go to press the receiver before the call goes through. Too late. Stan laughs and hands me the phone. Walking away with a shit eating grin. I hear the voice I have imagined in my dreams countless times, the voice that causes my body to instantly react, oh God what am I going to say? Do I hang up? I feel like throwing up. My heartbeat I can hear in my ears.
"Hello?"
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College football! Abby x reader| 2.3k
Summary: Being dragged to a football game by your best friend wasnât something new, but Abby breaks out in a fight with another player, you just happen to be the one to come to her rescue. Would you have done it all over again if you knew what was going to happen in your dorm that night?
Warnings: smut violence for a second, abby being taken (doesnt last long), alcohol use, fluff sort of, thigh riding, kissing, choking for two seconds, patching up abby, past abby being a asshole lowkey, abby being a air forces wearer.
She was a true american. Long blonde hair, a scholarship for college football, to be the best quarterback in the state. An expensive car, a doctor for a father, daddyâs money.
Abby had boys half her size all over her, too bad for them they werenât her type, led alone she was taken. Abby had her bitchy, short, brunette girlfriend. You always thought of her as a small dog that never stops yapping.
You knew Abby due to your only other friend, the only other non snobby person at this school. She made you go to all of the football games played at your school, if they werenât there she would drive the two of you wherever they were playing
She says itâs because she really likes football, you knew it was because she had a crush on the masculine linebacker.
You walk with her out of the cafeteria after paying an outrageous amount for an inappropriate amount of food. She turns her head to look at you. âIâm really excited, this is their enemy school.â You roll your eyes at her.
âWhen are you gonna admit itâs just because of that linebacker?â You said to her, as she starts speed walking, you say her name and she just flips you off.
You arrive at the game, sitting on the third bleacher from the top, your friend searching for her girl crush on the side lines.
She doesnât find her but she sees Abbyâs girlfriend sitting on her phone on the bottom bleacher. âOh my god, of course sheâs here. Does she ever leave her alone?â She was right, fucking lap dog never went anywhere without Abby. Always following right behind.
Sometimes Abby looked annoyed like she wanted some space, sometimes Abbyâs hands where all over her, on her waist, her hips, in her fucking back pocket.
It pissed you off, was it jealousy? Fuck no you could care less about Abby. Yeah you had a crush on her when you first arrived on campus, her a year older she was settled in, confidently strolling around campus it was so fucking attractive to you. She knew who she was already.
After going to a freshman welcoming party at a frat, where you talked for the first time, the lust quickly turned to hatred.
You were waiting in line for the bathroom on your third drink, tipsy but not quite drunk. She came up behind you, also waiting. You stood leaned against the wall clutching your drink, she looked you up and down. âHey.â You said to her, she looked into your eyes. She was dressed in a t-shirt, black pants paired with white air forces, her hair messily down.
âWhatâs up?â She said then looked around. You clutched your drink tighter, she looked so fucking good, her sleeves were begging for life, arms too big for it. âI'm good, you new too?â You tell her your name, she repeats it and you nod. âIâm Abby, not new.â She walks up to the door, leans in to listen. âFuck, get the fuck out. go fuck in your dorm.â She says as she pounds on the door.
Your eyes go wide, it was very forward of her. Too forward? They walk out, a guy and her soon to be girlfriend, this is when you met her too. âGod youâre fucking rude.â Abby grabs the back of her shirt, she must have been drunk for her to get physical over such a little thing.
She turns around, now looking up at Abby. âYou always such a rude fucking whore?â She asks, the girl looked like she would rock her shit, except Abby would knock her out in one hit. She apologizes under her breath then walks away.
After that you thought Abby was too intense. Believe it or not her and Abbyâs relationship was the same then and now, they still fight and argue except they fuck it out. How did you know that? Your friend or should I say best friendâs dorm was right next to Abbyâs. She heard them fight then fuck almost everyday.
At least it sounded like she was good at it. One night you slept over to herâs around two am they argued, then fucked it out. You could hear the moans from down the hall, if Abbyâs dad didnât donate so much to the school she would probably be kicked out.
The game goes well, you actually started to learn how football worked with the amount of games you had been dragged to by your best friend. She hadnât even talked to the girl, it was kinda pathetic, you would never tell her that though. Around the end the enemy team was one point away from winning, Abby tripped, losing the ball. The other team won.
You put your head in your hands in disappointment, your friend tapped your shoulder. âAre you good? Whatâs wrong?â You look up at her in disbelief. âThey lost.â You point to the field, she widened her eyes. âReally? Why?â She says. You roll your eyes.
âYou are funny.â You say that get up, following the crowd in leaving. You're on the ground next to the field when you look over, Abby is approaching a girl with her hands out screaming about her tripping her or something. She was fuming, maybe she didnât get so mad that one time just because she was drunk. Maybe she was always like that.
Her girlfriend walks over to diffuse it, Abby pushes her aside and starts swinging on the girl, itâs not like she wasnât defending herself Abby was getting roughed up too. When you saw Abby spit out blood and keep swinging, that's when you decided youâve seen enough.
You walk back to the dorms, your friend already left when you stopped for entertainment. You put your headphones in, walking at a comfortable pace till you stop at the vending machines, right at the dorm entrance.
You took an earbud out when you heard footsteps behind you, looking behind thatâs when you saw her. She looked horrible. Her braid had come undone, her nose bleeding in two spots, a dribble of blood dried on her lip. God she was going to have a black eye tomorrow.
âHoly fuck, are you okay?â You say to her, she looks at you and for a moment she has a soft look in her eye. ââM okay.â You walk up to her, putting a hand on her arm and analyzing her face closer. She didnât resist.
âNo youâre not. Let me clean you up, I have some stuff in my room.â She looks around, looking at her shoes then you. âFuck it.â
She walks up with you to your dorm, you open the door for her, her following behind you. It was the first time you had seen her walk behind someone before, she was always leading the way no matter who she was with.
âSorry if itâs messy, been studying like crazy the past week, havenât really had time for anything else.â She strugs, sitting on your bed, kicking off her shoes. You gather the tossed about medical supplies you had. Some gauze, bandaids and alcohol. You grab a soda out of your mini fridge for her eye.
You hold it out, putting it on her eye. âHold that, donât have any ice, sorry.â She smirks, you sit on your desk chair, scooting to the edge and wheeling it infront of her.
You tuck one of your legs in between her spread legs, your knee inching away from her crotch.
âSo what happened?â You ask her as you pour some vodka on a patch of gauze. âShit, alot.â You roll your eyes, dabbing around her wounds to remove the dried blood. You accidentally touch the gash on her lip, she flinches and lets out a whimper of pain.
She clears her throat, trying to play cool on the fact she feels pain. As if itâs not normal.
âCâmon Iâm fixing you up, the least you can do is tell me why.â You squeeze her thigh as an effort to comfort her. âI uh broke up with my girlfriend, I took out my anger on some girl, knowing damn well she isnât the reason we lost.â She said looking down. You laugh, slowing your hands just so she has an excuse to stay longer. Seeing her in this vulnerable state made her grow on you.
She was better like this.
âSo you broke up with her and youâre mad about that. Even though it was your choice.â She nods as if it's a perfectly logical thing to do. âMaybe it was the best thing to do? You know, My friendâs dorm is right next to yours. âOh god.â She says then grabs the vodka, taking a quick chug then letting you continue. She had long taken the soda off her face.
You were slightly hoping it was to look at you.
âYeah, she was crazy.â You believed her when she said that, she looked like the type. Not that you were the type of person to judge on how they look. If you did you probably wouldnât be playing doctor with Abby on your bed right now.
âCan I say something?â You ask her, waiting for her to confirm. She nods, you place a bandaid across her nose covering the gash. âShe never stopped talking oh my fuck, I dont know how you dealt with that.â She laughs, leaning back onto her elbows.
âYeah, you learn to zone it out after a while.â She looks at you, up and down her eyes falling on a necklace tied around your neck.
She leans to you, grabbing the necklace, rubbing it in between her fingers. Goosebumps covering your body when she touched your skin. Fuck. That little touch made you feel things.
She looks into your eyes, then to your lips. It looks like sheâs trying to figure you out, figure something out. âYouâre in my engineering class arenât you?â She says, still holding onto your necklace.
You nod. âI'm surprised you knew that.â She smiles at you, letting out a slight laugh. âAfter i freaked out at that party, then saw you in class the next day I was so fucking embarrassed.â She pauses then drops your necklace. âI never forgot you, you know I thought you were pretty cute that night.â You blush, grabbing the vodka bottle, taking a lengthy sip then coughing.
You never thought she could be embarrassed, she had so much pride.
âI thought you were intimidating.â You say honestly, as the vodka burns down your throat. She tilts her head. âThat a good thing? Cause Iâm going to take it as a compliment.â She says, taking the bottle from your hands then taking another sip.
You donât know what came over you but you put her hand on your cheek, you look at her face to see her reaction, nothing.
Again she looks at your eyes, your lips then back to your eyes. She leans in, placing her other hand on your neck. Her plush lips connect with yours, you pull back looking at her then back in.
She moved fast, an innocent kiss turned into heavy making out. She pulled you onto her lap, her arm wrapped around your waist holding you tight to her.
She pulls off of you, kissing from your jaw to your collarbone, your back arching in response. She moves you over slightly, her thigh now in between yours.
Oh my fucking god.
She sucks on your neck, guiding your hips to ride her thigh, slow and brutal. With one hand she puts her hand on your neck pulling you back into a kiss as she guides your hips faster.
You could feel yourself reaching your climax, moaning into the kiss when Abby gets a call.
She picks it up, connects her lips to your neck, not stopping your hips.
âWhat the fuck Abby, where are you Iâm at your dorm? I need my shit.â You feel her sigh on your neck, giving it one last kiss then responding. You try to quiet your moans, it was torture.
âIâm busy.â All she says before connecting your lips with hers. You feel her flexing her leg, laying down the phone on speaker now guiding your hips with both hands.
âWell hurry the fuck up or Iâll find whatever or whoever youâre doing.â Said her now ex girlfriend then hangs up.
âGonna have to speed this up darling, not like I won't be back for more, youâre delicious.â She said into your ear, pushing you harder onto her thigh.
That pet name, god it pushed you over the edge. You squeeze her thighs between hers as your body shuttered on her, she kissed you then you moved off of her.
You look down at her thigh, now has a wet spot from you, you look at her face, lip bleeding again. You lick your lips, the strong iron taste filling your senses. Had it been bleeding the whole time?
You drank down her blood as you filled your lust, she didnât stop you.
There was something so wrong about it..
She looks at you then her phone, sucking her lip into her mouth then letting it go, touching it with her thumb. Muttering a fuck under her breath, then standing up.
âGotta go âm sorry.â She says while shoving on her shoes, walking to the door then walking over to you to give your forehead a kiss.
She touches her lip to her t-shirt leaving a crimson stain bound to last. âSee ya.â Thatâs all you say to her before she walks out the door, knowing there was a chance youâd never hear from her again.
You still let her go.
A/N: college football abby makes me feral ive seen a couple of these and wanted to participate :)) love yall
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"You're what's important right now" with schlatt? đ„°đ„°đ„°
I decided to combine these requests, hope you don't mind!! đ©·
Content: Hurt/comfort, minor car accident, mentions of hospital visit
(Prompt list here)
It all happens so fast.
One minute, youâre driving around, the volume of the radio turned up high as you enjoy the otherwise quiet night. The next, youâre being forcefully thrown against your seat belt.
In a daze, you stumble out of the car, now sitting on the side of the road and sporting substantial damage to the rear bumper.
It was a drunk driver, youâll find out later. For now, youâre grateful to find that someone else comes along and stays with you until help arrives.
The ambulance ride and emergency room visit are a bit of a blur. Youâre told that you have a mild concussion and some minor bruising but overall were very lucky.
Once youâre discharged, youâre not quite sure what to do. Itâs the middle of the night, and youâre stranded at the hospital without a car.
After adjusting the brightness of your phone screen to make it as dim as possible, you begin scrolling through your contacts. One name catches your eye immediately.
Schlatt.
He had said that you could call him any time, for any reason, but youâre still unsure. What if he didnât mean it?
Youâre exhausted, your head is pounding, and youâre all alone. You decide that you can at least call him. Even if he refuses to pick you up, you think talking to him will make you feel better.
âHello?â he answers roughly on the fifth ring.
âSchlatt? Itâs me.â You decide to cut right to the chase. âCan you come get me?â you ask timidly.
ââCourse,â he says, not even taking a moment to think about it. âWhere are you?â he asks, voice still tinged with sleep.
You take a breath. âThe hospital.â
Suddenly, heâs much more alert. âWhat the fuck happened?! Are you okay?â
You briefly explain the car accident and your injuries. You can hear shuffling on the other end of the line as Schlatt presumably gets out of bed and ready to leave.
âStay right where you are. Iâll be there in fifteen.â
âO-Okay. Thank you.â
âDo you want me to stay on the line âtil I get there?â His voice is soft and soothing.
âYes, please,â you squeak out in reply.
Schlatt continues chatting with you as he makes his way to you at the hospital. He tells you about his day, what antics the cats have gotten up to recently. By the time heâs pulling up to you at the hospital entrance, youâre feeling a little calmer, you headache subsiding just a bit.
He gets out of the car and rushes over to open the door for you.
You eye the vehicle warily.
Schlatt must notice your hesitation, because he says, âIâll drive extra careful, promise.â
âItâs not you Iâm worried about,â you mutter, gathering your courage and climbing into the passengerâs seat.
He makes sure youâre both buckled up before he begins driving. To his credit, itâs a slow, smooth ride.
âIâm sorryââ you start to say after a few minutes of silence, but Schlatt cuts you off.
âNo, no, youâre not apologizing to me.â
âBut I woke you upââ you try again.
âDoesnât matter. Youâre whatâs important right now, okay?â
You nod, not quite knowing how to answer.
You feel yourself start to drift off as Schlatt drives. For the first time tonight, you feel safe, like you can finally relax.
Eventually, you feel someone gently shaking your shoulder.
âHey,â Schlattâs saying, âweâre home.â
You look around, not immediately recognizing the area. It takes you a moment to realize that Schlatt has driven you to his place, instead of bringing you to your own home.
âFigured youâd need someone to keep an eye on you,â he says as he watches you take in your surroundings.
âOh, no, thatâs okayââ you begin.
âNope, itâs not up for debate,â he insists, reaching over to unbuckle your seat belt. âCâmon.â He comes around to your side of the car and opens the door.
You donât have it in you to argue any further. Youâre fucking exhausted, and all you want is a nice, comfy bed; you donât care whose it is.
Schlatt helps you out of the car, keeping a hand on your back as he guides you inside and into the bedroom.
âIâll be on the couch, if you need anything,â he says once youâre settled, already turning away from you.
âWait!â you call. Youâre not ready to be alone just yet.
He looks back at you. âYeah?â
âCan youâŠstay, maybe?â you ask, your voice sounding small to your own ears.
His face softens. ââCourse,â he says, not hesitating to climb into bed with you.
Itâs there, snuggled up next to Schlatt in his bed, that you fall asleep, headache nearly forgotten, the most at peace youâve felt in a long time.
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eddie munson x new girl
contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but iâm not sure yet.
word count: ~1k
summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and heâs okay with it.
eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and sheâs beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.
sheâs all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbonesâ the prettiest angel heâs ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, sheâs terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. thatâs when it happened. thatâs when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.
his angel â because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer â was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustinâs first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddieâs amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voiceâ a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didnât help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.
âshe talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!â dustin gushed.
eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddieâs dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didnât know the reason behind it, behind the kidâs hesitant gaze. and truly it couldnât have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.
ââs the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?â eddieâs quick reply, the resounding âyesâ he couldnât hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didnât question it. donât look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?
angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.
âmy thanks for letting me crash your campaign.â
eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddieâs jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.
plans were made so that she attended each of dustinâs campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.
being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thingâ she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.
not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.
admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldnât shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldnât get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.
but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didnât clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.
but thatâs alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.
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ââ harmoâs footnotes:
i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!
masterlist. eddie dreams.
ghostlyfleur © â all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, or translate.
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LATE NIGHT DRIVE
. đ«Ă©đŹumĂ© â you don't like him, you always told yourself. but what makes the walls you build between you and him to crack?
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A wave of relief washed over you as the final class of the day comes to an end. You couldn't wait to head back home, curl up in your cozy bed and watch "The Princess Diaries" again. Just as you about to call a cab, a loud honk from your side snapped you out of your thoughts. Curious, you turned to see who had been honking at you, and to your surprise, it was none other than your friend, Jake.
"Y/N! get in." he exclaimed, gesturing for you to get in the car. With a lighthearted chuckle, you obliged his request and hopped into the car. "Thanks my money-saver hero." you joked, grateful for his offer to give you a ride home. He chuckled at your comment. "Don't wanna let you waste your money when you have me."
A warm smile spread across your face as you realized how much of a life saver he was. Without him, your life must be difficult. Relieved, you brushed away those thoughts and turned your attention to the scenery outside, watching the world pass by through the car window.
"Jake." you called out, catching his attention. He kept his focus on the road but turned his head slightly in your direction.
"Yes, princess?" he replied.
"Don't take me home yet." you asserted. Before he could asked you 'why so sudden?', you quickly replied. "I want to go to the beach."
It took him seconds to process what you had just said, his eyes widening in surprise "You want to go... to the beach?" he repeated, even though the answer was obvious. "Yes." you confirmed.
"Why so sudden?" finally, the sentence came out of his mouth.
"Nothing. Just craving for the sea breeze." you replied.
"At this hour?" he looked at you, still not fully convinced. You nodded, like what you had just said was no sort of jokes. "Okay then, can't argue with you. But don't come crying to me when you feel cold and ask me to take off my jacket for you," he teased, his charming smile engraved on his face. Despite the initial desire to wipe that smile off his face, you couldn't help but be captive by it.
You always adore Jake's smile. You swear no one has the most beautiful smile than his. That's why you developed a crush on him the very first day of college. He seems to have that charming smile on his face, no matter if he's greeting someone, helping out, or even when others speak ill of him. You use to tell yourself that it was just a mere slight crush, but your feelings kept growing stronger. However, nowadays, you consider him just a friend. You love him, but only as a dear friend.
"Sorry for the bad news princess, but we have to make a quick stop at a gas station. My car's run out of oil." Jake said, waking you from your thoughts.
"Your car is sucks. You should buy a new one." you replied.
"Hey! Don't you dare talk bad about Layla. Besides, I don't want to buy a new car. No car is better than my Layla." He protested, clearly defensive about his beloved car.
"You named your car?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah. My lovely Layla." he exclaimed, placing a tender kiss on the steering wheel.
You glad your feelings for him have long faded. You couldn't imagine being stuck with such a weirdo. "Gross." you said as you mockingly pretended to vomit.
Minutes passed by without none of you spoke, until you two finally arrived at the gas station. After refueling the car, Jake started the engine, ready to hit the road once more when suddenly, he halted. Confused, you were about to question him 'what happened' but before you could utter a word, he cut you off. "I suddenly craving for some snacks." he said with a sheepish smile, something you rarely seen on him. You hated to admit it but did you just find him cute?
"Okay..." you replied, still somewhat baffled. With a blink of an eye, Jake darted into the store, his speed leaving you surprised. "I'll be quick, promise!" he called out before disappearing inside.
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"You promised to be quick." you stated with your arm crossed, as he get into the car. "Sorry princess, the store has many kind of snacks!! They all looked so delicious so i..."
You sighed in frustration and said, "It's okay. Just... you broke your promised." As you spoke, a pout began to form on your lips. You couldn't stand it when people didnât keep their promises, no matter how small they were.
"Don't...! Pout!" Jake stated. He just broke a promised and now he's yelling at you? Sensing the swift in your mood, he quickly apologized. "S-sorry. I don't mean to yell at you it just some sort of reflexed."
"You're weird." you chuckled, unable to stay mad at his foolishness. He soon joined in your laughter, relieved to see you smile again.
"I got you something," he said, handing you an ice cream.
"OMG! Thanks! I thought you only got some for yourself." you exclaimed, genuinely surprised that he had bought ice cream for you too. "But how did you know my favorite flavor? I don't remember telling you what it was." you asked curiously.
He answered with a slight shrug, "Umm..nothing just thought the flavor taste good."
You resisted the urge to question him further, not wanting to ruin the mood. However it looked kinda suspicious. How on Earth did he know about your favorite flavor?
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"Wake up princess, we've arrived at your choosen destination." Jake voice rings on your ear, reminding you why the hell you want to go to the beach at this hour when you could be enjoying the comfort of your soft, warm bed right now! Regrets are pointless now that you had already reached the beach.
The coolness of the night wakes you up from sleepiness. You slowly opened your eyes and when you fully opened it, you were shocked to see the scenery in front of you. Without hesitation, you quickly removed your shoes and stockings, eager to experience the feeling of the sand against your bare feet.
"Jake!!!" you cried out, excitement lacing your voice. "Come here! It's real sand!! Actual sand!!".
This side of you was making Jake's heart flutter. He wish he could capture this moment and frame it in his head, but he knew that doing so, would simply remind him of the day he realized you had feelings for him. At that time, he was prepared to return those feelings, but things were just not meant to be. He blame himself for not realizing it sooner. He was a stupid to let you go when he had the chances.
"Jake!!"you called him again, noticing that he was passing out.
"Coming!!" he replied, waving at you as a sign that he heard you.
Soon, Jake finally joined you. The two of you thoroughly enjoyed yourselves playing on the beach, but all good things come to an end and soon enough, it was time to bring this playful hour to an end.
As you took a break by the shoreline, gazing out at the vast sea, you started speaking up. "You know," you began, "I've always dreamed of visiting the beach when I was younger. There's something calming about watching the waves softly crash against the shore."
"Umm, so that's why you begging me to take you to the beach when I can just rest at home right now?" he queried, a hint of playfulness in his tone. You didn't reply, allowing the tranquility and stillness of the moment to envelope you, enjoying the simplicity of the silent atmosphere.
After spending hours of running and playing at the beach, the sudden drowsiness start to get into you. Without a second thought, you leaned your head against Jake's shoulder, seeking out a momentary place to rest. The unexpected contact made him flinch in surprise. It feels weird but he didn't push you away. In fact, he secretly relished the sudden intimacy between you two.
"Princess," he called, gently waking you up, "It's time to head home."
You murmured in agreement, still slightly groggy from sleep. However, before you could stand up, he spoke up again.
"But wait," he said, a solemn expression on his face. Your curiosity piqued as you looked at him, wondering what was on his mind.
He took a deep breath and confessed, "I need to confess something. I don't care if you rejected it but I want you to know, that I like you Y/N. I've liked you ever since the first day at college. My heart has been drawn to you from the start, and when I found out that you had feelings for me, I was prepared to return your feelings as well."
"That day was one of the worst days of my life, filled with regret and self-blame. I should have confessed sooner, I should have realized it sooner... I was stupid Y/N. I was stupid." His voice trembled, filled with both regret and remorse.
" Sorry if this is too sudden. Just... pretend like you don't hear anything. I don't want to ruin our friendship because of thi-"
Before he finish his sentences, you suddenly leaned in and kissed him. Jake was startled at first, but he quickly responded to the kiss, his arms instinctively encircling your waist and pulling you closer. This was unexpected, and against everything you had promised yourself as you found yourself giving into the moment, letting your guard down and surrendering to the desires.
You pull away, taking a moment to catch your breath as you confess, "I like you too Jake. I like you since the first day of college. Even though you're such a weirdo, I will always been drawn to you. I like you."
Jake was overcome with happiness, both because he had finally confessed his feelings and also receiving your own confession in return. He couldn't help but smile as he opened his arms, inviting you for an embrace. "Come here."
You happily accepted his invitations as you hugged him back, "So, now.. what are we?" you asked with a curious expression.
"Everything you wanted us to be Princess. It's up to you."
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Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader/Self-Insert
CW: 18+, P in V Sex, Possessive Geto, Stalking, Dirty Talking, Petnames, Teasing, Chasing in Woods
WC: 5,918
Summary: Geto swore that he fell in love with you from the moment he first saw you. But in his mind the definition of love gets twisted, the love he feels runs deep and so intense it would burn your skin from a mere touch. The problem with it is this impending sense of urgency to protect you and shield you from the world. A gem like you must be protected at all costs. That's why he has to worm his way into your life, gently. But what happens the moment he finally gets you alone in a remote place?
Falling for the popular, sweet and charming man at your college shouldnât have ended like this. With you running through the woods, the bottom of your feet getting cut up and you screaming so loud for help your throat felt like it was on fire.
Mistake number one you made was thinking you could outsmart him and this game he had. He wasn't gonna let you go that easily. Not after all the trouble he went for you. This was Geto Suguru's favorite part of all this.
The chase.
He wanted this, craved this. The way you made his blood pump was addicting. Heâs the hunter and youâre the prey.
Letting you get a good distance between you and his cabin. Little did you know that during this time of the year the other cabins were empty. Most owners only come a few times a year to vacation. This is why he waited until now to start his entire plan of bringing you here. He didn't want anyone to intrude on his fun. He knew these woods like the back of his hands, he wanted you to run and hide. To try your best.
Geto had been studying you for a year now, mannerism, friends, routine; everything. He wanted to know it all. He'd been slowly weaving his way into your daily life and you welcomed him with arms wide open. You looked so sweet, he wanted you for himself ever since he first saw you. This world is such a cruel place, he had to protect you. Even if that meant protecting you from yourself and locking you up for himself.
There wasnât anything out of the ordinary with Geto, not that you ever noticed. He was always so sweet and kind to everyone, so helpful; and very popular amongst the girls at college. But he was never one to pursue just anyone, that's what took you by surprise. Geto could have anyone he wanted, without a doubt, so when you were the one to catch his eye, you couldnât resist falling for him. Memorizing your schedule, getting you food and drinks, meeting your friends, everyone loved him. Your friends get on well with him and his friend group. It really felt like a dream. Thatâs why you immediately gave him a âyesâ when he asked you if you wanted to spend a weekend with just him, in his family's cabin.
You two had officially been dating for 2 months now, what better way to celebrate that than a getaway with just the both of you.
The drive up the mountains was silent, Geto focusing on the road while you are captivated by the scenery around. The green, yellow, orange colored trees mixing in with the gray colored sky is a beautiful sight. Bringing your attention to your boyfriends features you canât fight the urge to just admire him. Sensing your eyes on him he speaks in a teasing voice âdâyou you like what you see, pretty girl?.â
Looking away feeling heat creep up your neck, you didnât notice Geto had moved one of his hands, and he was now resting it up on yours. Bringing your hand up to his lips he leaves a kiss on your knuckles. You canât resist the big smile that adorns your face.
For the rest of the car ride nothing else is said, music softly playing on the radio now. Admiring the views up the mountain. Rain started, gently at first, raindrops decorating the road and car windows. The way they distorted the landscape around made it look like a watercolor painting.
As more time went by the harder raindrops fell, thunder crackling in the sky above. Not affecting your mood or Suguruâs, you think of it as white noise.
Lost faraway in your own thoughts filled with contempt you canât start to imagine what your sweet boyfriend is thinking of.
Getoâs mind is plagued with thoughts about what will happen tonight. Heâll make you his tonight and heâs so sure of it. The urge heâs fighting back to just park the car at the edge of the woods surrounding the road and stripping you naked is getting harder and harder. He canât wait to feel your cunt clamping down on his cock; imagining the noises youâre gonna make have him biting his lip to hide the moan that wants to escape. Feeling somewhat bad about his thoughts as his pants feel tighter, he takes a quick glance at you âyou're just looking out the windowâ you look so innocentâŠhe just wants to ruin it.
Finally , youâve arrived at your destination. Itâs nighttime already, the full moon high up casting its white glow over the trees.
âStay here while I go in and turn the lights on, babyâ
The yellow warm hues of the light posts outside keep you company while Geto makes his way inside. Taking a look around you, you notice how dark and thick the surrounding woods are â eerily quiet tooâ the only thing being heard is the sizzling sound of the rain hitting the ground. You can make out some other cabins scattered here and there, but none have a light on..
âLooks like no one else is aroundâ you think to yourself.
While lost in thought you hadnât noticed Geto stepping out of the cabin. When you turn to look out your window you see him standing there. One hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella he must have found inside. Opening the door for you he asks âsmirkingâ âSee something interesting.â
Putting your hand on your chest to try and calm the rapid beating of your heart from the unintentional jump scare, you give him an awkward laugh. âYou just scared me there, but I was just looking around. I got curious.â
Chuckling at your answer he gives you his hand to guide you inside.
âCome on baby, be careful I donât want you getting wetâ âadding under his breathâ ânot this type at leastâ
Tilting your head up to take a better look at him asking âWhat was that Suguru?â
Kissing the top of your head, throwing an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him he gives you one of his pretty smiles and thatâs enough to make you forget whatever was said.
Getting inside quickly you both start taking off your shoes to not track any mud inside the house. When you go to take off your jacket, you feel Suguruâs big hands lay on your shoulders, halting your movements.
âLet me help youâ he whispers next to your ear.
Helping you shrug your jacket off, he slides his hands up and down your figure. Feeling his warm hands makes you shiver and you hope he doesnât notice.
But he does. He notices everything that has to do with you.
âIs my girl cold? Or just nervous. Hm? â He speaks in a teasing tone.
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ Is all you mutter as you cross your arms turning to look directly at him.
âYou look so intimidating,â âhe chortled sarcasticallyâ âsuch a cutie.â
Rolling your eyes you wait for him to put the jackets away. Unsure of where to go, even though itâs just you two you wait on him to give you permission to look around the cabin.
âCâmon let me show you aroundâ grabbing your hand he leads the way.
Thatâs how you end up in his bed. Big floor to ceiling windows looking out at the woods. Rain pelting the glass windows as thunder roars outside. Clothes already coming off, desperate touches and groans between you two. The only light in the room comes from the lightning illuminating the sky ever so often.
Kissing down your throat, groping one of your still covered breasts while using the other one to keep himself stabilized he looks at you with wild eyes. At last youâre under him, heâs touching your body, heâs the one causing your heart to beat so fast against your ribcage, small mewls escaping your pretty mouth, he finally gets to have you.
Feeling his warm lips on your neck gently sucking, you know youâre gonna have to cover up some marks. But right now you canât bring yourself to care about appearances. You know girls want to be you every time they see Suguru doting on you, handing you gifts, showing you off, giving you kisses every time he could. A hand always around you, he always needed to be touching you someway. It thrilled you how dedicated he is to you, even giving you space when you felt too overwhelmed. It was your first real relationship, of course you wanted everything to be perfect, but it didnât shake off the feeling of not being enough for him. So what better opportunity for him to make you understand what you meant to him, a trip alone together was perfect. He had eyes for no one else, you were a Goddess amongst men, a treasure, his treasure .
Shoving his tongue past your mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss.
âCan I take off your shirt?â he asks, panting as if he had run a marathon. Pausing to take a deep breath you nod your head. Groaning as he sees more of your uncovered body you bring your hands up almost instinctively covering up. But Getoâs even quicker stopping your hands. âDonât cover, not from me baby, I want to see you . Look Iâll leave your bra on for nowâ he says in a teasing tone while pulling on the band resting at your back. Bringing himself up to rest on his heels he makes work of taking off your pants, leaving you in your underwear.
Big hands resting on either of your calves he makes you spread your legs to accommodate his muscular build. Resting on his stomach, he brings his mouth near your throbbing heat. Feeling his warm tongue run up and down your clothed cunt, the mess of your essence and his saliva is making your mind go crazy. Grinding yourself against his mouth, he laughs. Itâs sloppy the way he makes out with you there, while your legs shake wanting him to pull away the offending fabric keeping you from his mouth. Toes curling, and small whines of his name and âpleaseâ here and there has him planting quick pecks over your still covered pussy. Staring at the wet mess in what little light there is has him burying his face deeper into you. Inhaling your sweet intoxicating scent.
âS-suguru what are youâŠâ
âFuck, you even smell sweet. Youâre just the sweetest little thing ever. And all mine. I bet this pussy tastes divine.â
Your lovely boyfriend usually avoids cursing around you, so hearing him speak his mind so freely stirs a fire in you.
âI bet you want moreâ he says, moving your pantie to the side âand Iâm gonna give it to you, donât worry your pretty little head.â Tilting his head to the side, resting it on his fist, he uses his pointer finger first. Dragging it up and down your wet cunt collecting your essence. Focusing on your little nub, adding some pressure while he draws lazy circles, he slips two fingers in you. Resting now on his elbows he uses one hand to finger you, not taking his eyes off of the mess youâre making on his hand.
Oh he really canât let you go. Youâre too helpless, this world is too dangerous for such a treasure like yourself. Thereâs no escaping him now. Youâll finally be his completely. Mind, body and soul. Everything of yours will belong to him just like he belongs to you.
Diving in the warmth of his mouth surprises you. Puckering his lips lightly sucking your clit between his lips. Youâre squeaking in embarrassment while heâs moaning at the fact that he finally tastes you.
âS-suguâaahh fuckâ you try pushing his head off, embarrassment creeping in at his lewd acts.
Suguru does not like it one bit. Heâs been so patient, not wanting to push you to do anything you didnât want. Heâs not going to let you ruin this for him. Just because youâre a little embarrassed.
He just started how else are you going to take his cock if he doesnât prep you with at least one orgasm first.
Grunting at your weak attempts to get him off he stretches his hands to grab yoursâ âDonâtâ comes his stern voice.
Interlacing your fingers between his, he gently squeezes reassuring you this was fine.
His free hand is rubbing small circles on your hip. Gently he starts trailing kisses between your thighs, lightly nipping your soft skin between his teeth. Not enough pressure to cause you pain; just enough to have you shuddering waiting for his lips to be against where you most want him.
Letting go of your hand he rubs your legs,the warmth of his palms spreading all over your lower parts, bringing his hands to the back of your knees. Pushing your legs towards your chest, the wind is suddenly knocked out of you. His ravenous gaze focusing solely on your slick covered pussy. Silently he collects a glob of spit in his mouth and lets it fall over your cunt. The warmth of it surprises you. Feeling so dirty you start whining calling out to him. But all Suguru does is shush you. Letting one of your legs go he spreads your folds apart with his free hand, feeling your warmth and skin under his fingers, your most sensitive parts and youâre letting him. Trusting him this much. It almost makes Suguru sentimental.
Dragging two fingers inside your quivering sex your boyfriend starts slowly, just to pull those tiny gasps and small moans from you. He wanted to draw this out but your hips seem to have a mind of their own. Grounding your sopping cunt against his fingers. Heâs shocked at how much youâre enjoying this. His hand has stilled, youâre doing all the work now, his pants feel tighter and tighter with each passing second. He canât help the loud groan that escapes his lips, immediately removing his fingers from inside you, stealing your high, that was so close. A few more seconds and you would have jumped off to the waves of pleasure. But you canât process it for more than a few seconds. Getos lips have replaced his hands. Sucking, licking and slurping your cunt like itâs his last meal. You feel his wet hand grabbing on to your thigh, itâs almost painful. Blunt nails digging into your soft flesh. But the pleasure heâs making you feel is like nothing youâve ever experienced before. You feel the incoming waves of pleasure getting nearer, that band inside you getting tighter at the verge of snapping. What pushes you over the edge is Getos desperate âplease cum baby, please cum, need you to.â
That whiny tone in his voice makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
So desperate, just wanting your pleasure is all it takes to have you finally seeing stars. Like a taut band finally snapping, your back arches off the mattress, almost screaming with immeasurable pleasure. Writhing from the force of your orgasm.
Gasping for air you bring your hands to cover your eyes. A little embarrassed about everything that occurred. It was the first time Geto and you were intimate in any way. Your heart is still beating loudly, when you hear Suguru chuckling
Caging you under his body, he pecks both of your hands âare you okay?â
All you offer back is a nod.
âCome on baby, use your words so I know youâre okay. And please look at me.â
Taking a deep breath you finally look at him. Both of you smile. Burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one is wrapped around his shoulders you bring him closer to you. Wanting to kiss him and he gives it to you. Resting his body weight on you, he ruts his hips against yours. His boxers are covered in precum and your arousal. The heat between you two is almost suffocating, an all consuming need to be closer with one another. Rain outside pelts against the windows, but inside yours and Getoâs little bubble all that is heard is the sound of your lips smacking against one anothers. Small moans littered here and there.
Biting his bottom lip he groans, enjoying the small pain mixed with that vice grip you have of his hair. Making his way down to your neck he litters it with hot, opened mouthed kisses.
âYou look so pretty under me, I wanna know how you look on top now. Can we make that happen princess? Can we, please? Youâre just so pretty and sweet.â he speaks slowly and low near your ear in a raspy tone. Low moan escaping his mouth at his own words, hand raking down your body. Mapping and memorizing every bump and curve his hands roam over.
âYou're taking these off thoâ he says, leaving a quick peck below your earlobe. A second of confusion washed over you before you processed what heâs doing. Making himself comfortable spreading his legs on either side of you, trapping you under him. Palming his erection âgo on baby, help me outâ gesturing to his black briefs.
Big doe eyes looking back at him, the heat radiating off of his body unto yours is almost suffocating.The remnants of your prior orgasm still thruming through your body. You wantâno, you need more of it, of him. Suguru can easily become addicting to anyone near him. The sound of his sweet but commanding voice, his presence, his words can make even the most defiant person pliable to his whims. His lips curl at your almost timid face.
Chuckling to himself â âOkay, Iâll do it baby, donât worry.â
But the moment he reaches to his sides, you stop him. Bashfully stating youâre going to do it. Raising his eyebrow he just raises his hands in an almost surrendering way. You loop your fingers on his waist band. Taking in a small shuddering breath you pull them down, finally freeing his confined cock. You don't know what comes over you, witnessing his thick cock hit his stomach just snaps something in you. With one hand you grab his cock and with the other you push his hip. Hoping he gets the signal; and of course he did. Heâs not dumb.
âItâs fine baby we can do that another timeâ he voices almost hesitantly. Thereâs no doubt he wants to fuck your mouth. But heâs desperate to be inside you, he just wanted to tease you a bit more before. Heâs thrilled that you initiated this though. The raven haired man has spent countless nights fisting his cock to the thought of your lips wrapped around his girth. However he still wanted to let you know you didnât have to do it. He wasnât so sure how much he could hold back. It was really up to you.
âPleaseâ
Perversely saccharine is the tone presented in the simple word you spoke. On-brand for Suguru since he met you, he gives in without much of a fight.
âJust let me know if I get carried away, pretty girl.â he tells you while leaning one hand against the bed's headboard. Getting comfortable, getting his cock closer to your mouth.
âYeahâ you say meekly.
Suguru hisses at the warm feeling of your tongue. Fighting his urges to just sink all of his inches down your throat. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his head; he focuses on the kitten licks youâre giving him. Not wanting to push you too quickly or make you uncomfortable, he lets you set the pace.
You, with your shining eyes, looking up at him, you let your curious mouth start trailing kisses against his flushed warm tip. Pre-cum covering his length. âSuguru is surprised with how much is coming out. Thatâs how riled up you get him. Nervously but sure of what you desire. Opening your mouth, wrapping your soft lips around his tip, you gently suckle. Throwing his head back you take it as a sign to take a little more into your mouth. Cautiously Geto moves forward, resting his hand more firmly on the headboard so you can access more of him. You appreciate it, that way you don't have to keep raising your head as much. Bobbing your head up and down to the best of your abilities heâs losing the last of his restraints. The slurping sounds are obscene, the feeling of your nails digging against his thighs are maddening. Wanting more he unknowingly starts moving his hips forward, the sound of you suddenly gagging brings him back.
Bucking his hips back ââ Fuck , fuck , Iâm sorry babyâ
You just smile up at him, small tears at the corner of your eyes, he hears your hoarse voice say âitâs okay.â Before you get the opportunity to continue your previous ministrations, he moves between your legs.
âI think sheâs ready now, hm? Donât you think so, pretty girl?â he questions you in a syrupy sweet voice, while he drags two fingers between your folds and inserts them gently. âLook at how easy they go in.â
âS-suguru, stop teasing and put it in already.â you say in a whiny voice. And who was he to deny you any longer. Removing his fingers, he makes it a show how wet you are by flashing the webbing of your essence between his fingers as he makes a V shape. Coating his cock in your essence, while looking directly at you. Even with the embarrassment flooding your entire body you do not break eye contact with him. There's no hiding from his sharp eyes.
Crawling up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He assures you heâs going to be gentle. Slowly Geto starts inching his cock in you. Giving you time to adjust to his size. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead he whispers words of encouragement. His shoulders are shaking as he fights his desperation to move like an animal against you. No matter how desperate he is for you, heâs not about to hurt you or make it uncomfortable.
Once heâs fully inside he lets out a choked sound. Enveloped in your warmth now it takes all of his strength not to fuck you into the mattress. Closing his eyes he tries to level his breathing, what brings him back is the feeling of your hands on the sides of his face. Your touch feather light against his warm skin. Looking down at you he smiles before he gently starts rocking his hips against yours. His jet black hair is everywhere around you both as he looms over you. Suguru wants this to be memorable for the both of you. The bed creaks under the both of you, giving an edge to the room and rain going on outside. The mess of tangled limbs and desperate moans reaching every corner of the room. Lost in these new sensations your bodies are going through together you donât even remember ending up on top of him. But heâs not about to start complaining.
âThatâs it sweetheart, keep bouncing on my cockâ he says with one hand resting comfortably behind his head.
Your thighs felt on fire, movement going slower than before. âTiredâ you say hiding your face in the crook of his neck, hips coming to a stop. You sound sweeter than honey, and he canât help but want to baby you and take care of all your needs and wants. But not without a bit of teasing first, itâs just in his nature.
âAw my baby is tiredâ Suguru spoke in his always soft, caring, voice. Kissing the side of your head he instructs you to sit up again. When you start whining that youâre tired he gives your ass a hard spank. âI told you to sit up, not to do anything else, now did I? You gotta listen better.â
You feel his hands come down rubbing your back, squeezing your hips, signaling you to sit up. Once you do as he instructed you feel his hold on you tighten even more. A bruising strength behind his large hands, you know his fingertips will leave indents marked behind on your soft skin. His strength always throws you off, itâs always there, but you sometimes forget just how strong Suguru is. He plants his feet flat and firm on the bed, and starts thrusting up into you. His ironclad hold on you moving you up and down just how he wanted. Heâs using you as his own personal fleshtoy. And you canât bring yourself to care. Too lost in the overpowering sensation. Your moans mixing with the sound of the wild thunder and rain just outside. He wants to keep his noises down to a minimum, just wanting to drown in everything that has to do with you. Your sounds, the way youâre making him feel, how warm you are, the wild look in your face â he gets glimpses of when lightning strikes outside.
Your bodies move in sync against one another, as if your bodies already know each other. Suguru recognizes that heâs at the tipping point of his orgasm, and from how hard youâre gripping him, you're right there with him.
Head feeling light with the impending feeling of your orgasm, planting your hands harshly on his chest, nails digging into his skin leaving a pink trail in their wake.
âThatâs it baby, mark me.â your boyfriend utters between sharp inhales as you let your hips rise and fall on his cock. The sweet feeling of being stretched and full is inescapable. Your words seem to be stuck in your throat as you start rolling your hips. That previous ache and burning sensation you felt earlier is gone. Rutting desperately against one another he throws his head back against the mess of pillows, groaning while your screams get higher and higher in pitch.
The intensity of your shared orgasm has you both clinging to one another, hips involuntary moving. No words are spoken for a few minutes, the only sound enveloping the room is your ragged breath calming down with the rain outside. Running his hand up your back, he tangles his long fingers in your hair, angling your face towards his to kiss you. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing, biting one another in an almost animalistic way.
Once the mess of body fluids feels like too much on your skin, you break the kiss. He chases after more in an almost desperate way; and you have to tell him you want to take a shower. Carrying you to the bathroom, he tells you to give the shower a second so the hot water kicks in. Taking a quick glance over his body you see the evidence of your previous activities over his body. Your nails left scratched, his hair has knots and heâs covered in sweat.
âYou really like what you see, pretty girl. Canât stop looking can you? Donât worry Iâm not going anywhere.â He teases, while walking up to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his. Bringing your hand up to his mouth he leaves a kiss and tugs you gently with him to the shower.
Suguruâs hands feel amazing against your skin as he helps you shower. His caresses are gentle and meaningful; no ulterior motive. Just utter devotion as a thank you for finally trusting him enough to give your body to him. Washing your hair he asks if heâs using an okay amount of pressure, if heâs going too fast or too slow for you. At your assuring words that heâs doing âamazingâ you let yourself be pampered. Returning the same care and gesture you wash him and his hair too. The little bubble of warmth feels like a dream, one you donât want to wake up from.
You would have never thought a great night would change for the worse in the span of an hour. From a dream to a nightmare, Suguruâs possessive behavior making an entrance like never before. Now that he had you mind, body and soul he couldn't just let you go. A short conversation with him letting you know who he doesnât want around you anymore has sirens blasting in your mind. As he kept going on about how people look at you, how they want you, how you could get hurt if heâs not there because you are âso defenselessâ, you grew uncomfortable. Voicing him your worries and how youâll be fine and how your friends could be trusted didnât sit right with him. Your anger got the best of you, starting a shouting match with him, you tell him to take you back home. How you donât want to deal with âwhatever this isâ right now you see something in him snap. His tender loving gaze was replaced by something you canât quite explain. Suguruâs eyes seem devoid of all the light and warmth you are so used to.
âSuguru, if you donât take me home, Iâll walk back.â You try to threaten, but the shakiness in your voice gives you away. You're not sure where you are, you donât have the first clue as to how to get back. He knows this, thatâs why he raises his not breaking eye contact and laughs.
âSince I love you so much, Iâll give you a head start. Run baby, start running. Letâs see how far you can get.â the ever confident male says, taunting you.
Itâs cute to him. The way your eyes fill with tears, opened wide. Suguru Geto will catch you. He knows these woods like the back of his hand. Wearing his once charming smile he starts counting.
âOne,two,three â Ya know⊠Iâm being polite. â he says, wearing a diabolical smile.
Thatâs where it started clicking to your frozen âby fearâ body. Heâs serious. Run away, get as far away from him as possible.
Panic sets in looking everywhere, youâre in a place you havenât been before, you really donât know where you are. Just wearing a thin nightgown you start running, without a clear direction in mind. Screaming for help, but no one would hear you. You two were alone.
The ground beneath your feet is wet and cold. Rocks digging themselves under you, but with adrenaline pumping through your veins, you donât feel how theyâre cutting your soles. Tree branches scratching your exposed arms, you donât register the cuts and bruises starting to adorn your body. Your lungs feel like they are on fire. Feeling like a fish out of water with how quick your breathes are, your heart beats harder each passing second. A sense like it's going to come out of your chest at any moment. You have to keep pushing yourself, there has to be help somewhere. Someone has to be near enough to hear your pleading.
âKeep runningâ is what you keep commanding yourself to do.You arenât sure how long youâve been running for anymore. Your body feels flushed, your head dizzy, affecting your eyesight.
Thunder lighting the skies above you with the earth rumbling with the immense sounds of thunder. Realization suddenly hits you, how deep have you wandered into the woods? There hasn't been one animal seen, the storm could have them hiding. But not seeing even a deer or running rabbit frightened you. What other types of dangers are hiding here. Isnât the lack of animals a sign of even bigger danger?
You shouldâve taken this as a sign of what a big threat he was. âSuguru Geto had an aura around him that could send anyone or anything away.â The stillness of it all while the storm grew its strength, added more fear to your already trembling body. Wanting to buy yourself some time to think you hide behind the biggest tree you see. Sizing it up quickly you disregard the idea of climbing it. Thereâs no tree branch low enough for you to grab and aid your way up with. Youâre not about to hug it with how wide it is and risk a potential fall. Broken bones, a storm, and Suguru looking for you? No.
SuguruâŠ
His face suddenly rushes to the forefront of your mind. Was there something you overlooked? Did he ever give off any warning signs of who he really was?
Did he even keep his word and let you have a head start? Is he still waiting at the edge of the woods?
Or is he silently watching you from a distance?
Your ears start to ring, shivering, you feel your head start to spin, tasting bile at the back of your throat. Taking quick and shallow breaths.
Youâre hyperventilating .
Straightening your back against the tree bark you feel its rough texture digging itself into your skin. Nightgown getting caught in it. Trying to regulate your breathing, you search in your head any reasoning for what is happening. Itâs a nightmare . It has got to be a nightmare. As you dig your fingers deep into your scalp, tugging at your roots the stinging sensation only serves as a reminder that this is real .
Spiraling thinking about every interaction youâve had with Geto since the first time you saw him, he pursued you, he went out of his way to be your friend, then your boyfriend. Everybody adored him. How did it turn into this? There had always been something weird surrounding him. But nothing that would have let you believe youâd be going through this shit . He was a tad too overprotective. Yet not enough to raise red flags or have any alarms going off around you.
This wasnât fair.
Not really surprising, but Suguru had gone after you, after waiting a few minutes. He did stand true to his word, giving you enough time to create a distance between you two before he started his chase.
But you need this moment to think about your next move.
Something snapped and that grabbed your attention, frantically looking around you donât see any sign of him.
But the moment you go to move, you feel something press behind you. Dark eyes meeting with your wide ones âwrong moveâ he says, wrapping his big arms around you. Holding you against his chest. âLook at you now, you got all dirty and hurt. See what I meant when I said I need to keep you safe?â You try kicking and scratching him, but it doesnât seem to faze him. His sheer strength and the realization that he can hurt you if he desires is soul crushing.
âLet me carry you backâ he whispers against your ear âdonât try anything else. I donât want you getting into more trouble.â
All you can bring yourself to muster up is a nod. The raw feeling of your throat is preventing you from screaming more. Feeling his lips against your hair you recoil, but Suguru doesnât say a thing. Carrying you bridal style back to the cabin. Youâre not sure of whatâs going on inside his head right now, whatâs his thought process or plans. He just seems content to have you in his arms.
Youâll need to think of something to escape.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work!
Do not repost or translate my words.
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my only one â park jihyo
pairing: mom!jihyo x mom!reader
genre: parents au, fluff, jihyo gets jealous, and itâs ceo!jihyo, sheâs a hardworking woman, but always makes time for her family: â))
word count: 1,060
⣠jihyo masterlist
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itâs honestly not jihyoâs fault that she has to work on jayâs first day of kindergartenâŠâŠ
she was supposed to have the day off but things happened at the office and now she HAS to go in
but she put on a brave face and acted like it didnât matter
âŠâŠ
but it did!!!!!
in fact she even cried out of frustration while she showered
she was missing her sonâs first ever day of school
jihyo saw him in the morning before leaving and she just couldnât bare the thought of missing him when he gets out in the afternoon :(
you and jihyo lived a few streets down from the school, so you ended up walking jay to school in the morning
you told jihyo that you were able to pick him up again when he gets out
which was fine but jihyo hoped she would make it out early
itâs 3pm when jihyo finds herself parked in front of the school waiting for you and jay so you could all ride home together
she leans on outside of her car after receiving your text about being at the entrance of the school waiting for the bell to ring
and minutes later the bell rings and jihyo spots jay walking out with his large backpack on
jihyo just canât help but smile to herself when she sees the backpack bouncing up and down on his shoulders
or how his hair is ruffled compared to how nice and sleek it was this morning
or how heâs talking and laughing with another boy who jihyo assumes must be is a classmate
as jihyo looks past her son, shortly behind him is you, and her heart begins to flutter
you and jihyo met during a college class you both shared, and it took you both a while to come to terms with your feelings for each other and begin dating
3 years later and jihyo decided to propose, and thatâs where you both are now; happily married with a little boy
and jihyo couldnât be happier with how her future turned out
you were glowing, having your eyes set on your son as you talked with a manâŠ
a man who jihyo can only assume was the father of the other boy jay was playing with
jihyo leans off her car and crosses her arms
and when you bend over slightly to hear what jay is trying to you amongst all the commotion of the other kids yelling and laughing
thatâs when jihyo notices the man eyeing you up and downâŠ.
jihyo feels a hint of jealousy and anger because he totally just checked you outâŠ..
and you turn back to the man to speak to him quickly, jay looks around and sees jihyo standing by her car
jayâs entire face lights up, âmommy!â
and jihyo pouts and feels her heart flutter again at the sight of her son running towards her
she squats down, opening her arms in time for jay to cling onto her, âhi babyâ
she wraps her arms around jay and his tiny hands latched onto the back of jihyoâs shoulders
you smile to yourself as you watch from a distance
as you watch your wife and son hug, you notice jihyo staring at you
so you say goodbye to the man you had been making small conversation with and begin walking towards jihyo and jay
jihyo glares over to the tall man whoâs holding his childâs hand
âŠ.. and he is checking out your ass as your walking towards her
jihyoâs focus changes when she hears your voice, âi thought it was just gonna be me picking him upâ
and jihyo hikes jay on her hip, âi couldnât miss the chance of picking him up on his first dayâ
she tickles his side making him giggle uncontrollably
right when you get closer to jihyo, she uses her spare hand to pull you in and gives you a hard, deep kiss
you laugh against her lips and and tap her on the shoulder, pushing her away slightly
your cheeks heat up, âhey, thereâs people watching!â
jihyo lowers her hand to your waist, and grins âgoodâ
and thatâs when you put 2 and 2 together
âoh my god,â you cover your mouth as you let out a laugh, âyouâre jealousâ
jihyo shakes her head no, but you raise your eyebrows at her
she smacks her lips together, âhe was staring at your ass!â
thereâs a small gasp from jayâs mouth, âooo, mommy said a bad wordâ
you open your lips and look back and forth between your wife and son
you furrowed your eyebrows, âyeah, mommyâs gonna be in trouble for saying a bad wordâ
jihyo faces jay, âoh youâre gonna snitch on me, huh?â
she tickles him again, and he squirms out of her grip and runs over to you holding your hand
you walk with jay to the back of the car and open the door, buckling him in
jihyo closes the car door, and right before she walks over to the drivers side you grab her by the hips
you kiss her softly, wrapping one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulders
you pull away from her soft lips and smile at her, âdonât be so jealous, babe. no one can ever make me feel the way you do.â
jihyo pecks your cheek, âyouâre gonna make it up to me later.â
you nodded getting into the passenger seat, and jihyo makes her way around to the drivers side
and just before she gets in, she waves at the other parent who you had been speaking to.
âŠâŠ..
âŠâŠâŠ
when itâs 11 pm and you and jihyo are laying next to each other in bed, she presses your side
âso what did you two talk about?â
you jokingly roll your eyes, âoh my god, youâre so jealous, itâs not even funny anymore.â
jihyo lays her arm over your abdomen, âbut i just want to kn-â
she stops talking when youâve turned to face her
âyou know what?â you reach over to her give her a peck on the cheek
you move down to her neck and start kissing it slowly, âiâm pretty sure i have to make it up to now, huh?â
and you place kisses all over her neck and shoulders
âmmhm, you doâ
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CHANGE YOUR MIND / MASON MOUNT
SUMMARY: You never really liked Mason Mount, even before he came to your club. Turns out, he's a very persuasive man, who will do everything he can to change your mind.
PAIRING: mason mount x ten hag!reader
WORD COUNT: 1.3k
WARNINGS: mason is a lovesick fool, use of ten hag as a plot device i'm so sorry
AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's been agesssss since i've posted something, so here's this! (something's that's been sitting in my drafts and i didn't dare finish for almost a month!). would reallyyyy love some feedback!
Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, resting calmly over the cap of his car, hands hiding inside his pockets. Mason looks straight out of a movie; one where the protagonist is waiting for his lover outside of their home. You try to not think about that, or about the warm feeling in your chest, as you angrily make your way towards him.
Once you reach him, you're ready to voice your concerns about his presence in your parents' home. "What are you doing here?".
The urgency in your voice only made the Englishman grin harder, if that was even possible.
He shrugs, clearly not preoccupied about the matter. "Came to see a friend, offer her a ride to work". You roll your eyes, annoyed, because obviously, this is Mason. This is the same insufferable guy you've got to know for months now, ever since he signed for Manchester United.
By looking at the watch on your wrist, and knowing your dad's entire routine, you know you two are running out of time. "C'mon, Mount, you need to leave!", you urge, and he tilts his head in confusion. "What? Why?," as if his entire life, at least, sport related, wasn't threatened by the man about to walk out the door.
"Did you hit yourself on the way here? Did you happen to forget who I live with?".
He shrugs, again, claiming "I don't mind". A second after, "he actually likes me. More than you do, at least". It's not the first snarky remark he throws your way, but it's still too early for you to pretend he hasn't got a special capacity for getting under your skin.
"I'd like to see if he continues to like you when he sees you talking to his daughter in his front yard".
You're right about that.
Yeah, Mason is your dad's new shiny toy, awarding him with being a constant feature in the starting eleven in every United game, but you doubt he'd be alright with whatever he's trying to do. After all, he never liked any of your past boyfriends, or friends who he -somehow- recognized as undeserving of his little girl, his only daughter. "I think he will," Mason says confidently, "I'm actually a great son-in-law, you know?".
You swear it is too early in the morning to have rolled your eyes the number of times you have in his presence, during the past three minutes. You ask, hopeful that the sly remark works to get him off your back. "Has being this cocky actually helped you, in some way?".
When his smile falters, you grin. It's probably the first time he doesn't have something, anything, to hit back, and you consider it a win for your side. "It did," he answers truthfully a beat after, and now his smile is bigger than ever. "Look, you're smiling at me".
You try, hard, to stop your cheeks from going red, but the way you can't really hold his stare any longer is a win for him. He basks in this feeling, knowing himself to be able to make you nervous must be a good sign, right?
At least, he hopes so.
"Okay, stop fucking around or you'll be late," you warn, coming close enough to him to push him off the hood of his car, and towards the driver's door. You try to ignore the way your fingers burn after touching him, deciding not to acknowledge the warning signs that something had changed in the past few weeks. You donât despise him nearly as much, but youâre not keen on the idea of him knowing about it. Yet.
Mason opens the door of his car, and gets in. You nervously watch back, to the entrance door, after seeing what time it is. 9:13 AM. Your father will be out the door, any second now.
You hope that, the next time you look to the street, the car will be gone, and any trace of the Englishman vanished, like a dream. But instead, when you turn again, the tinted window of his car is down, and he's looking mischievously at you. "Already caring for me? that's new, Ten Hag".
"Go away, Mount".
Hearing the door open, just a few seconds after seeing Mason's car disappear from your street, makes your blood turn cold. The piercing question from your father doesn't make things better. "What are you doing over there?". Thereâs nothing you could possibly say that will convince your father, and saying the truth isnât a possibility right now; so, instead, you defuse the question. "Nothing, nothing. Are you ready to leave now?".
The way to Trafford Training Centre is quiet. Your father isn't one to talk much normally, but the silence squishes you until you feel like you're holding your breath. He knows, you're sure, and youâre gonna make Mason pay for it.Â
Thatâs it, if you reach the training ground alive.
"You know, I think Mason is a good kid".
The affirmation is nowhere what you had expected your father to say, so you canât hide the furrowed brows and defensive tone that comes along with it. "We're in first name base already? Wow, that's new".
The car stops in the red light, and your dad takes the time to turn his head in your direction. He sees your fixed gaze ahead, brows still furrowed, and his head tilts in confusion. "And he's trying really hard to get in your good graces".
"That's not true".
A beat.
"I saw him this morning".
After that, you're left waiting; either, for the disapproving voice in his tone, the yelling, or the pointing out reasons why you shouldnât be this close to a player, much less someone like him. But instead, heâs silent. And somehow, the silence is scarier.
The air feels thick, and itâs scarily similar to how it feels when a storm is brewing. Hot, too heavy, and like the entire sky is about to fall apart. And a few minutes after, with the car finally parked, and the training center standing tall just a few meters ahead, Erik begins to talk.
âI donât have a problem with it. Whatever it isâ. In other circumstances, youâd laugh at the way he signaled with his hand when saying it, almost like dismissing the entire ordeal, as if he still, so many years after introducing other boyfriends in the past few years -not one thatâs worth mentioning, though-, refused to acknowledge that his little girl is not so little anymore.
âI know I always said itâs not a good idea. And I still donât think it is,â he remarks, but holds a finger up before you canât argue against what heâs saying, âbut, as I said, heâs a good kid. And, most importantly, heâs aware that if he breaks your heart, he wonât play anymore, so-â.
The horror in your eyes must be evident, because he starts laughing before you can tell him off because of his antics. âDad!â.
âSo, you can go out with him. Just don't break his heart, yeah?â You canât even respond because he gets off the car then, taking his things with him before closing the car door. Yes, you come in together, but since you insist on keeping family business out of the club, Erik begins making his way in alone. âCould really use my star player having a great season".
In the distance, you can see Mason; heâs smiling widely, with a coffee cup in his hand, and standing just by the door. He opens it, to let your dad in, and you shake your head in feign disapproval. âRight, Mount?,â Erik calls, alluding to his previous statement; the one he canât possibly have heard, given how far he was when he said the words. Between the three of you, youâre not the only one that knows that itâs a test, so Mason answers accordingly.
âYes, sir, of courseâ.
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sleepwalking â 7 | jjk
pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriendâs band. you thought youâve both made peace with it, but suddenly heâs very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.
genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers
warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, a ton and a half of mutual pining, SLOW BURN
words: 9k
read from the beginning â masterlist
chapter 7 âș my secrets are burning a hole through my heart
When Jungkook returned to his own bunk that night, he drew his curtains and spent the whole bus ride to Copenhagen plotting his next move, wishing heâd stayed next to you as you slept, and cursing his friends all at the same time.
He knew that, to Sid, it must have felt like Jungkook had already lost the bet. Heâd admitted to being in love with you, and there couldn't be a bigger loss than the vulnerability that comes with having feelingsânot to a loser like Sid, at least.
So, it was a matter of pride that first time in Prague, when Sid proposed the bet. Jungkook couldnât have his friends think that, all these years later, he was still obsessed with you. Still down badâvery badâfor you.
And a casual date was supposed to prove that he was casual.
He wasnât. God, there was casual, and there was him when he saw you, dressed up for the wedding, on the train.
He supposed it irked him, this realisation, this persistent, undying love. Not because he didnât want to be in love with youâthat was out of his control, he couldnât help his feelingsâbut because this was supposed to mean that his friends had been right.
But he didnât think they were right.
They treated his love for you like something to be embarrassed about. Something shameful, pathetic.
In reality, it was the opposite. The moments heâd shared with you over the past few days lingered in the corners of his mind, and it made him happy, and hopeful, and lucky, and full of positive adjectives that flooded his mind each time he remembered your smile after that cursed Backstreet Boys performance at the wedding.
And he knew he was different from his friends who only felt butterflies when they were hugging a bottle of Bacardi or sitting behind the wheel of a race car. But different didnât mean worse.
That had been typical Sid, needing to prove that he was better. That he was superior precisely because he wasnât in love with anyone.
And Jungkook had realised at the bar earlier that the point he was really trying to make with this bet was that, yes, he was in love with you four years after you broke up. But it wasnât pathetic, and it wasnât shameful.
And he wasnât inferior to Sid because of it.
He could make him lose this bet despite still being in love with you.
Which, Jungkook realisedâas he rolled over on his back and exhaled so deeply, the covers fluttered around his bunkâwas pathetic. It made sense to care about you, because, at least, youâd cared about him, too, once upon a time. But Sid, most likely, never did.
And yet Jungkook still wanted to make him crumble, purely because Sid went around playing games, manipulating people, and doing whatever the hell he wanted, and neverâneverâsuffering any consequences of his actions.
In a way, Jungkook supposed, he deserved consequences, too. He almost expected inconveniences to begin striking him as payback for agreeing to Sidâs game. As karma.
He didnât want that, and he was afraid these inconveniences would grow: a bird would crap on him, heâd forget the lyrics to his songs, fall off the stage, get hit by a bus on his way out of the venueâand, to top it off, youâd stop talking to him after learning about the bet.
No. No, that couldnât happen. He wouldnât let that happen.
He tried to reason with himself then: did he really care about his Katana that much?
But that didnât work, because he knew he did.
Heâd bought the bike with his first paycheckâactually, his sixth, because he wasnât being paid much when Rated Riot first started out, and the bike, even damaged, cost a fortune. And heâd repaired it from the terrible condition it was in all by himself; the engine almost literally crumbled in his hands.
He was proud of it. He loved it. He did not want to lose it, not to anyone, and especially not to Sid and Jude: one of them would never shut up if Jungkook lost this bet, and the other one would probably forget about it after a few days, but the principle was the same.
This wouldnât work, he had to keep the bike.
Then, he tried to find a way around the conditions that Sid had come up with: he clarified that both of you had to know that you were back together. That, unfortunately, eliminated the possibility of Jungkook making it seem like you were back together, even though you werenât; not really.
But then there was the condition of not telling you about the bet. What if he asked someone else to tell you? He supposed that could workâunless itâd make everything much worse since you wouldnât hear about it from him, and youâd be so mad, youâd stop talking to him anyway.
No, that was too risky; it wouldnât work either.
Finally, he figured, he was going to have to win the bet fairly, because of the following reasons: a) he couldnât find a way to cheat, at least not at this point; b) he simply couldnât let Sid win, not when he already won everything, because people were too intimidated to stand up to him; c) he couldnât lose his bike; and, most importantly, d) he really did want to get back together with you and shuddered at the thought of losing you.
The tour bus reached Copenhagen in the early hours of the afternoon.
Nearly everyone had plans for the day before the soundcheck â Taehyung and Luna had decided to see the Tivoli Gardens before you even reached Denmark, and Yoongi and Hoseok decided to be the third and the fourth wheel respectively.
Sid, Jude, and Minjun had, weirdly, split up. You werenât aware of each of their whereabouts, but you knew Jungkook didnât go with them, citing his reasoning as âcouldnât decide which one of them to go withâ. You assumed he would eventually end up joining Taehyung and Luna, too.
Meanwhile, you stayed back to help the crew prepare for the showâyou thought you had to, since you still felt guilty for getting drinks last night while everyone else stayed back to work.
Everyone looked overworked, yet insisted they were fine today. You sent a few of the staff members off to restâthey left the room, but you had a suspicion that they went to work elsewhere insteadâand joined Seokjin in the empty venue.
The Rated Riot logo was already hoisted by the back of the stage. The lights on it still flickered when it was turned on; at certain points, it appeared as though the bandâs name was âR-R-R-Rate itâ. Not to mention, countless lightbulbs around the frame had shattered last night in Berlin, and made the logo look purposefully edgyâif you didnât know why some of the bulbs werenât working.
To solve this, the crew had strung fairy lights around the broken sign and curled some of the strings around the wall behind it, illuminating the dark backdrop of the stage. This accentuated the lettering and created a lightning bolt effect on the backdrop, even despite some of the lights not working.
You thought that, as soon as the crew fixed the flickeringâthey were working on it at the momentâyou might actually like the logo better this way. Perhaps the roadies should be invited to the next concept meeting for the band.
However, you had to admit, you wouldnât have stayed back if youâd known Seokjin would employ you to carry the equipment inside. You wanted to help, but not at the expense of your spine.
The venue for tonight wasnât particularly bigânone of them were, itâs why you loved Rated Riotâs gigs so much; all of them felt incredibly intimateâbut the distance from the bus to the stage was a long one.
Now, Seokjin watched as you heaved the metal decorations with pitying eyes, yet did not offer his assistance â because he knew you would refuse, but also because he preferred to yell at people rather than to carry heavy things himself.
âWhere am I putting this?â you huffedânot for the first time today; Seokjin insisted on supervising every piece of equipment individually instead of allowing you to drop everything wherever.
âThis one can go anywhere,â he waved his hand around just as his phone started to ring in his hand. âI need to take thâhold on, not there!â
You blinked at him, already in the process of putting the metal frame down. âYou said anywhere!â
âAnywhere but there!â he shouted as he picked up the call and turned his back to you, focusing on the conversation on his phone. âYes? No! No. Really? No. Okay, yes.â
It was hard to tell if the conversation he was having was serious enough to ignore you, based on what you heardâbut that was how phone conversations with him went; if you asked two questions at the same time, heâd only answer one and it was your responsibility to guess which one.
Deciding to just leave the metal frame anywhereâexcept where he initially saidâand run out of here to help someone else before he could notice your absence, you strained to drag the decoration closer towards the stage. You attempted to lower it slowly, but your hands were nearly shaking at that point, and you ended up dropping it when it was a few inches off the ground. You barely managed to leap away from it as it landed with a clang far louder than was necessary.
Naturally, Seokjin turned around, displeased. Covering the speaker on his phone, he clicked his tongue.
âPlease,â he said. âI appreciate your help, but donât break anything. Weâre already short on equipment after Berlin.â
âThis weighs as much as I do,â you countered, straightening and immediately supporting your back with your hands as the bones somewhere cracked. You werenât built for this. âAnd itâs metal. Itâd break me before I could break it. Is this spot okay?â
âItâs fine. Could you bring out the mic stand, too, please? Thanks so much,â he said, and before you could react, he returned to his call. âIâm here. Yes. Mmhmm.â
Sighing as you attempted to stretch, you climbed up the stage steps and picked the microphone stand up from the nook by the exit to the changing area.
âNeed some help?â a voice asked from the darkness behind you. You jumped so violently that you nearly tossed the stand in the direction the sound was coming from.
âJesus,â you wheezed, clutching your chest as Jungkook came into the light from the hallway.
âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you,â he said and, not waiting for your response, took the stand from you and carried it to the middle of the stage.
âThanks,â you said, watching him while you recovered. âDidnât know you were here.â
âNo problem,â he replied, lifting the stand to his height before placing it where he personally saw fit.
Seokjin could hardly complainâJungkook was going to be the one who used the microphone, after allâand yet, as soon as he ended the call and turned around, he groaned loudly.
âNo! Do you have any concept of what the middle of the stage is?â he yelled, approaching Jungkook, clearly determined to do this himself.
âI just thought itâd be better ifââ
âIt would not be better if,â Seokjin cut him off, climbing up the steps and grabbing the stand from him to place it in the right spot. âIf itâs slightly to the left, then youâll be knocking into Yoongi every time you lean back. If itâs to the right, then the same thing with Taehyung. Donât even get me started on the stand being too far back, so you could successfully trip and fall into Hoseokâs drum set.â
Jungkook glanced at youâyou closed your eyes and nodded, confirming that this lecture was a normal process of working with Seokjinâthen looked back at the stage manager.
âIâm a real safety hazard in your eyes, arenât I?â he joked.
âYou are,â Seokjin replied completely seriously. Jungkook did a double-take as heâd already begun to turn to you againâto check if his little joke made you smile; it did. âGo now! Itâs bad luck for the artist to see the stage before the concert.â
You snorted at this, while Jungkook frowned, confused by the logicâhe was, technically, going to see the stage during the soundcheckâbut he chose not to argue as he joined you at the back of the stage while Seokjin busied himself with repositioning the speakers at the front.
âIs he always like this?â Jungkook asked you in a concerned whisper as he glanced back over his shoulder. âI think Iâve only ever seen him laughing. This is a first for me.â
âYeah, heâs stressed,â you explained. âLots of back-to-back shows and all of the venues seem to have something wrong with them. At least, according to his standards.â
âHmm,â he nodded. âWhat else can I do to help?â
You lifted your eyebrows at this, genuinely worried that he was entering a new stage of masochism. âAre you kidding? Get out of here while heâs not looking.â
âNo, I canâI can help,â he said despite his confidence faltering at your words. Perhaps he really should really have been running for his life.
âNo, you canât,â you retorted, placing a hand on his shoulder as you guided him towards the hallway. âYou still have to perform later tonight. Iâll help; you rest.â
Jungkook stopped walking and turned aroundâyou didnât react quickly enough and your hand brushed over his chest as you pulled it away, the tips of your fingers catching on the soft material of his corduroy jacket.
âWell, heâs not looking right now,â he said, peeking at Seokjin again. âLetâs both go.â
You shook your head. The moment had suddenly become so melodramatic, your next line should have been, âitâs too late for me, go on without me.â
Simply, you disagreed, âI canâtââ
âJust for a quick break,â he cut you off, an almost pleading tone in his voice. He took your handâor tried to, but ended up grabbing your wristâas he pulled you after him into the dark hallway, towards the changing room. âYou deserve it.â
Despite being unable to resistâhe wasnât very rough, but he was very determined not to let you out of his gripâyou still tried to protest, âyou donât know that.â
âI know you and I know you deserve that,â he shot back and opened the door into the inner hallway, waiting for you to go in and, after you paused, encouraging, âcome on.â
You relented with an uncertain sigh as you walked through the door.
The two of you entered Rated Riotâs changing roomâcurrently empty because everyone else was out in the cityâand you were surprised to feel relieved to be here alone.
Youâd been working ever since you reached the city over three hours ago, save for a little break when you went to grab some coffee from the deli across the street right after you arrived. You hadnât even realised how tired and hungry you were now.
âShould we order some food, then?â you asked. âI thought you left with the rest of the guys, so I didnât plan any meals at the venue.â
âActually,â Jungkook said, grabbing his phone from where heâd left it on the make-up table, âwhy donât we go out to eat? I saw a fast-food place across the street.â
Youâd seen it too when you were getting drinks, but you werenât sure if leaving right now was a good ideaâyou were here so you could help the crew, after all.
Then again, this was just lunch â youâd be back in an hour, maybe even less. The soundcheck wouldnât begin until two hours later, so the rest of the team probably wouldnât be back before then. And it wasnât like youâd be abandoning the crew, either, since Seokjin had them all under strict control.
âI guess we can do that,â you said, checking the pockets of your oversized leather jacketâthere were many of them, and you needed a minute. âI think I left my wallet on the bus, though. We have to stop by there.â
âItâs fine,â he said. âMy treat.â
Following the trip to Parisâwhich was his treat, too, since heâd bought the train tickets with his personal moneyâyou were quick to dismiss this offer.
âI can send you the money from my phone,â you decided, walking back to the door of the changing room. âWe can go.â
Jungkook sighed, mumbling under his breath, âimpossible to do anything nice for you.â
You turned around, not sure what youâd just heard. âHmm?â
âNothing, nothing,â he replied with a quick shake of his head and reached over to hold the door open for you.
âWeâll probably have to sneak past Jin, though. Iâm not sure how thatâs going toââ
âWeâre going out to get food!â Jungkook called out as the two of you walked down the hallway towards the stage. You looked at him in horror. He asked, âanyone want anything?â
âIâm good,â Seokjin replied when he saw you emerge. You paused, ready to stop and explain why you were leaving, but Jungkook took your hand again, pulling you with him down the stage steps.
âOhâweâll see you later,â you shouted to Seokjinâwho mumbled something and waved in your general directionâand then yanked your hand out of Jungkookâs grip. âYou canât keep doing that.â
âWhat?â he lifted his eyebrows, surprised by your abrupt hostility. âOffer people to buy them food?â
âYou canât just announce that weâre leaving,â you said as you two made your way towards the exit of the venue. âYou may be able to come and go as you please, but Iâm not entitled to freedom like that. I have to ask if people are going to be okay while Iâm gone.â
âSee, but if you ask, then youâre giving them reasons not to be okay,â Jungkook argued. âAnd if you just say youâre leaving, then they have no choice.â
You rolled your eyes. âLife is so very simple for you.â
âIt is,â he replied with a grin as he opened the back door for you. âAnd, as long as youâre with me, I can make it simple for you, too.â
The fast-food place that youâd both seen turned out to be a small hamburger restaurant. When you and Jungkook entered, it was empty, save for the waiter by the cash register.
He greeted you in Danish and even after your greetings in English, he continued to ask you something in his native language. When you apologised for not understanding, his eyes doubled in size and, he, too, apologised for not realising you werenât local.
You decided to take this as a compliment. You had felt out of place wherever you went; so very obviously foreign here. Not that anyone minded it, but there was something oddly embarrassing about being a tourist. Even if you were, technically, here for work.
The atmosphere inside the restaurant was nice and calming; mellow instrumental music played on the speakers and large windows faced the beautiful brick buildings across the empty street. Really, putting you in a good mood required almost no effort today, but this restaurant being empty still made your heart soar.
You and Jungkook took seats at a table by the window and hung your jackets on the backs of your chairs. You both took a moment to enjoy the view before you picked up the dark brown paper menus on the table.
There werenât a lot of options, so you were quick to choose. And, because this was a very small restaurant, you assumed youâd have at least twenty good minutes of taking in the sights outside the windowâespecially the pair of collies that had escaped their owner and were currently chasing each other down the cobblestone streetâbefore your food would be brought to you. But it reached you mere minutes later.
The burgers looked very appetising, although the portions were bigger than either of you expected; french fries were hanging off your plates.
Like complete tourists, you and Jungkook clinked your burgers together before taking your first bites. You looked at each other immediately once you got the first taste.
âOh, this is so good,â you whined, your mouth full.
âRight?â Jungkook nodded in eager agreement as he took another bite, frowning deeply and shaking his head as if in disbeliefâyou knew him well enough to recognise this as a sign of satisfaction. âEasily top ten best burgers Iâve had in my life.â
âDefinitely,â you agreed. âAnd to think there arenât any people here? Iâm in awe.â
âI know, right?â he said again as he continued to chewâfar longer than was necessary because he refused to swallow until he gathered enough courage to comment casually enough, âIâm glad I got to try this with you.â
You looked up from your burger. The collies outside had tired and lied down on the pavement, giving their owner enough time to catch his hat in the wind and reach his dogs. You were not sure what the meaningful look in Jungkookâs eyes was supposed to imply.
âBecause I know how to do the Heimlich?â you offered.
He blinked at this. He was expecting all sorts of different questions after he said that, but this wasnât one of them.
âNo,â he said, the corners of his lips curling into an involuntary smile. âBut thatâs a good thing to know.â
âI am also, of course, the expert on burgers,â you guessed then.
âItâs not because of your skills,â he said. âItâs just because itâs you.â
You took another bite and, as you chewed, you picked up a napkin to wipe your lips. You felt very self-conscious suddenly. And you needed a momentâfor what, you didnât know.
The dogs outside refused the leash, jumping around their owner, who cursed in, at least, three different languages; you could hear as much from inside.
âOkay, listen,â you said after a minute, âso, if there was never any ex,â you watched Jungkook cringe softly as you mentioned this, âwhat is wrong with you?â
The brutality of the question took him off-guard as he coughed in surprise, covering his mouth with his hand.
âWhat?â he asked through spasms of coughing. âNothingâs wrong with me.â
âYouâve been acting weird since the tour started.â
He employed an aura of nonchalance as he countered, âhow am I acting weird?â
âWell, for one, you forced me to go to Paris with you,â you reminded him.
 âI donât recall there being any forcing.â
âThere was emotional forcing.â
He shook his head with a small roll of his eyes. âFine. But that doesnât prove that Iâm acting weird.â
âLetâs say thatâs true,â you said. âThen why are you here?
Jungkook put his burger down, wiping the crumbs on his hands with a napkin.
âOkay,â he said. âNow what is that supposed to mean? Canât I be here?â
âEveryone else is sight-seeing,â you explained before the offence in his eyes could deepen. âTaehyung and Luna went to that theme park, and Yoongi and Hoseok tagged along. You know the one I mean.â
âTivoli,â he said.
âRight,â you nodded. âEven your three musketeers went out. Why didnât you go anywhere?â
âIâm sure they picked up some girls on their way, so they have enough company.â
You lifted your eyebrows at this; you could recall Sid and Jude chatting up girls at the concert last night in Berlin. Â âMore girls? Your fans werenât enough?â
Jungkook tsked. âOur fans have better taste.â
Your expression softened.
âGood point,â you said, returning your attention to your food. âWhy didnât you go to Tivoli then?â
âBecause you werenât going,â he replied so quickly, your eyes fluttered back to him.
Another long, heavy moment passed. You felt like you were in middle school again, the way you were tiptoeing on the edges of the topic that you were almost discussing.
âSee, thatâs weird,â you said as your gaze slid down his chest and then settled on the view outside of the restaurant window.
With the dogs gone, the street was completely empty and, somehow, this emptiness amplified the silence inside of the restaurant. The muzak changed according to the flow of your conversation; you could barely hear the instrumental beat anymore.
Jungkook understood your reasoningâhe heard the implication in his own wordsâand he saw the way you began to avoid his gaze as soon as he admitted that heâd stayed back for you.
But you didnât just look surprised, you looked almost frightened. Like heâd just told you he was thinking of proposing â either to you, or to this burger.
It shocked him because, while he expected resistance, he wasnât expecting fear.
His question was genuine after he cleared his throat, âwhy is that weird?â
âWhy would you not go if Iâm not going?â you asked, repeating his previous statement with an incredulous scoffâlike the very thought of him feeling this way was outrageous and you were astonished he didnât see that.
Slowly, he shrugged one of his shoulders, afraid to move too muchâas if you were a stray deer that had wandered a bit too close to the residential neighbourhood and he was a kid whoâd just discovered you; one move that was too quick, and youâd run away in a blind panic.
âBecause,â he said as an explanation.
You dared to look at him, encouragedâand angeredâby the abrupt end of his sentence. âBecause why?â
âIâd rather be here,â he said then.
He did not know how to navigate his way out of this one.
After everything that happened between the two of you in the past few days, you had, clearly, received some sort of signals that heâd been sending youâboth consciously, and subconsciously. They werenât exactly subtle, after all. And yet you were determined to draw your blinds shut and ignore every single one of them.
âWhy?â you asked again, your patience wearing thin as you distracted yourself with the french fries.
âGod,â he groaned, leaning back in his chair. Since he couldnât just blurt out the truth about his feelings for youâbut you looked like heâd just had, and he was horrified all over againâhe had to use his favourite tactic of diverting your attention. âDo you need reasons for everything?â
âNot everything, but at least something,â you said. âYouâre answering all of my questions with other questions.â
âWhy do you even have questions?â he shot back. âDo you not enjoy my company?â
âYouâre doing it again!â you accused, your hands rising on their own accord. âSeriously. Whatâs up? Are you nervous about the tour or something? I thought I made it clear that you could talk to me.â
Ohâthis made him pause.
You thought he was doing thisâagain, what was he doing? Because it stopped seeming like flirting a long time agoâdue to anxiety. You thought he was being evasive, and, therefore, weird around you.
Jungkook wasnât sure if he could make this work in his favour and avoid lying at the same time.
âI just want to spend time with you,â he ended up saying, which was true. And because you kept your eyes on him after he said this, he felt confident enough to add, âwe used to be close. I-Iâd like that again.â
At that point, he thought heâd understand if you would get up and leave. He wasnât sure if he would have followed; he didnât think he had that right, not after he didnât follow you the first time you left him. But you looked down to your plate and picked up another french fry, toying with it between your fingers.
He hadnât proposed anything particularly awfulâalthough he avoided saying âfriendsâ with such intensity that it only magnified the deeper implication of the wordâyet he felt like a death row prisoner waiting to hear the date of his execution.
âWhy now?â you asked, finally putting the fry in your mouth and biting into it.
The wait for your response had been excruciating. He needed to make you see that this was not a big deal.
âWhy not?â he replied, his voice a tad too casual, showing just how hard he was trying to appear calm, to conceal the overtime his heart was working in his chest. âWeâre on tour, so weâre going to be seeing a lot of each other.â
That sounded good in his head. But you looked at him in such a way that he thought he was about to hear that, despite overwhelming evidence in his favour, he was still going to be hanged in the town square.
âAnd after the tour ends?â you asked, setting the gallows up for him.
He thought about this for a moment and attempted to return to his usual nonchalance despite feeling sweaty all over.
âThatâs not until two months later,â he said and realised, immediately, that this was the wrong answer.
He didnât have enough time to correct himself before you scoffed again and asked, âso, why bother with a friendship if it wonât matter in two months?â
âThatâs not what I wanted to say,â he retorted quickly. âWhy would it not matter?â
You were the one who shrugged this timeâthe answer was obvious. âDid it matter before we came here?â
âIt did,â he replied with complete certainty.
You looked away, but he saw the skepticism on your face and the way you hyper-focused on the street outside so as not to roll your eyes. âOh, okay.â
âIt did matter.â
Frowning at the offence in his voice, you returned your gaze to his face, trying to find the answers to the questions in your head. Especially this one: how could your relationship have mattered to him before the tour started?
âI donât know what kind of a friendship you have with Sid and The Losers,â you said, âbut in my experience, being friends with someone implies making an effort for them.â
âI was making an effort,â he continued to insist.
âMaking an effort to get us both in trouble with the label.â
He knew that this was how you saw itâyou were very clear about that each time he and his friends somehow managed to find themselves in an emergencyâbut he still didnât think you were being fair.
âI always let you know where I am at the start of the night,â he defended.
âAnd I appreciate thatââ
âNot just to inform you,â he continued. âIt was always an open invitation.â
You brought your tongue over your lips as your eyes returned to your plate. You grabbed another fry, focusing on the salt on your tongue for a second.
The bell by the door rang, signalling the entrance of a new customer.
Nor you, nor Jungkook turned to look, feeling like your table by the window of the restaurant existed on a different plane of realityâa vacuum of sorts where only the two of you lived.
You could remember one instance when you had gotten the feelingâafter one of Jungkookâs late-night texts with his locationâthat heâd sent it to you because he was subtly asking you to join him. You thought you had misunderstood.
You didnât know how to feel now that you knew you hadnât.
âIâm not asking to provoke you or to start an argument,â you spoke up, âbut do you think thatâs appropriate?â
That wasnât a very good question, knowing that Jungkook was very liberal when it came to seeing things as appropriateâand he shrugged as soon as you asked this.
âSpending time outside of work?â he clarified. You nodded. He shrugged once more. âYou hang out with Luna and Taehyung all the time. And Maggie. Why would it be different for us?â
It was a hilariously stupid question and you both knew it.
Keeping your eyes on his, you deadpanned, âright. Why would it?â
He fought back with just as much irony as he said, heated, âyeah. Exactly.â
Your gazes remained locked until your phone buzzed a few seconds later, the sound dull as it reverberated against the material of your jacket.
You twisted in your seat to get the device out of the pocket. While you did, Jungkook took another bite of his burger.
It was a text message from Jimin, who was typing in all caps to let you know that he and Namjoon had just arrived at the venue, and Seokjinâor, in Jiminâs panicked words, âSOEKEJIINââwas in a frenzy so intense, he was either about to faint or force everyone around him to faint.
âIt looks like I have to get back to work,â you said, sliding your phone back into the pocket of your jacket as you picked it up from the back of your chair. You missed the disappointment that descended on Jungkookâs face. With a sigh, you added, âI appreciate you trying to be friends with me, butâjustâdonât do that because you feel like you have to, since weâre on tour. Or whatever other temporary reason you mightââ
âItâs not because of temporary reasons,â he said as you stood up. He turned away when you looked at him, though, not wanting you to see his eyes in case Sidâs game was evident in them. He didnât lie when he reiterated, âI mean that.â
âOkay,â you said, choosing not to argue even though your next words barely sounded like a compromise, âwell, letâs wait and see. Maybe youâll change your mind. I have to go, but finish your lunch and then Iâll see you after theââ
âI wonât change my mind.â
You paused again. âOkay. Well. Youâll understand why Iâm going to need actions to support your words.â
âThatâs what Iâm doing,â he said. âWe were having lunch together. Isnât that a start?â
Clutching your jacket to yourself as you lingered by the table, you conceded hesitantly, âitâs a startâŠâ
Encouraged by this, he threw his hands in the air before speaking.
âBut youâre leaving me all by myself, so it does feel like Iâm not getting the same treatment back,â he said, and it took you a second to catch the teasing glimmer in his eye. Youâd almost forgotten how quick he was on his feetâwhich wasnât always a good thing, because he used this to avoid uncomfortable topics. He questioned, âdo you not want to be friends with me?â
You brought your teeth over your lower lip as you looked away. He knew you. He knew the intentional childishness would end up amusing you eventuallyâand he couldnât help but feel proud when he saw your shoulders relax as you fought back a smile.
âIâd love to be friends with you,â you said. âAnd, as your friend, I have to make sure your band has a great performance tonight, so finish your food while I do my job. Iâll see you later.â
âText me!â he shouted as you put your jacket on, already taking a step towards the door of the restaurant.
You turned back to look at him. âText you? About what?â
âAnything. Itâs what friends do.â
Laughing now, you pulled your phone out of your pocket just as it began to vibrate again.
âEat,â you told him, âweâll figure out how to be friends later.â
He nodded in response, even though he didnât feel hungry anymore. He watched you walk out of the restaurant and run across the street, back to the venue. With a deep exhale, he picked up a fry that had fallen out of the pile on his plate and tossed it into his mouth.
He hadnât fully grasped how serious you were when you said you didnât believe in second chances. Perhaps he should have. In all the years that heâd known you, heâd never seen you restore a friendship with someone youâd stopped talking to.
You were the sort of person who stayed until the very last drop of your patienceâand then some more. You werenât someone who left easily, you endured. You had the highest tolerance threshold out of everyone heâd ever met. So, really, it was understandable why you didnât believe in trying again.
Still, he was arrogant enough to consider himself different. To consider the two of you different.
Really, he had thought things were going well.
Until this moment here, that is. He hadnât even done or said much today, but you were quick to determine that he had reached the line. And you were not going to let him cross it.
Heâd assumed the line had gotten a bit further away. He thought he was allowed to say more to you, to be more personal about your relationship after your trip to Parisâthe trip was fine, after all! Youâd both had fun. But, now he was starting to think that, perhaps, the reason why the Paris trip went well was because, initially, you went on it thinking he had an ex that he wanted to get back together with.
You had thought you were, on some level, still doing your jobâwhether as his manager, or someone whoâs known him for almost ten years now. Just having his back. Keeping him out of trouble.
Youâd always been doing that, for as long as he could remember. You never even consideredâhe never made you considerâthat there was more to it.
He knew now that he had thought about this all wrong. You assumed that he was joking around, participating in Sidâs pranks, not taking anythingânot even youâseriously. And you were right, of course, but only in part.
Step One would be proving to you that he was serious.
Maybe you never believed in second chances because you were never shown that people deserved them. And he was determined to show you that he deserved it. To convince you that the two of you could be close againâso long as he could look past the bet and convince himself first.
After Rated Riotâs performance that nightâwhich went by smoothly, of course, even though Yoongi tripped over a loose cable and forced Seokjin to spend the entirety of the encore cursing quietly under his breathâthe members followed the tradition of going out to meet the fans. Meanwhile, you insisted on supervising the deconstruction of the stage, wantingârather desperatelyâto avoid incidents similar to Berlin.
To be fair, calling it supervision was generous; all you did was repeatedly remind everyone to âtake it slowâ while taping boxes and holding doors. The roadies seemed to appreciate your input this time, although you couldnât shake the feeling that these middle-aged men still only saw you as an eager six-year-old, who passionately wanted to be helpful.
You decided you were going to take it. At least, you were here and could witness all that was happening.
Eventually, you noticed that Seokjin had disappeared. You werenât very concerned; he had so many things to look after that you figured there simply had to be something else that required his attention.
But hereâs the thing about Seokjin â he was demanding, but he was also very caring. A manifestation of this was the plastic bowl, filled to the brim with lollipops, that he brought backstage when he returned fifteen minutes later.
âHere,â he announced. âI think we can all use this. Make sure all of you take someâbut no more than five, so everyone has enough.â
You chuckled, assuming that this was more for a boost of morale than anything else, but you were soon surprised. It was almost funny, truly, how quickly every adult in the room leapt to the lollipop bowl.
Seokjin, in the meantime, made his way towards you. Three bright green, apple-flavoured lollipops were in his hand, and he pointed them at you.
âHey,â he said. âThis is for making you haul heavy things around the venue earlier.â
âThatâs my job,â you replied, but took the suckers from him nonetheless. Apple was your favourite flavour.
âItâs not, though,â he disagreed. âYou were here because you felt bad. You shouldnât feel bad. What happened before was not your fault.â
Your smile was grateful and you reminded him, âitâs not yours, either.â
âI know that.â He exhaled somewhat sadly before continuing, âbut thatâs not as easy for me to say. The battens fell in Berlin, because the scissor lift got stuck on some middle setting, and the staff couldnât reach properly. They had to unscrew the construction with their hands raised above their heads. I told them not to, but they insisted we were short on time. And I let them do it.â
You sighed, too. âIf the schedule wasnât so intenseââ
âThey would have probably still done it this way,â Seokjin finished. âThey didnât think anything would go wrong. That was just an excuse to get it over with faster.â
Youâd heard a similar explanation yesterday when you were first called up after the incident â âwe wanted to do this as fast as possible.â
Trying to brighten the mood, you said, âat least no one got hurt. And Iâm sure itâs a lesson learned in any case.â
âIt is. Because now youâre here, watching everything like a hawk,â he noted.
This surprised youâand Seokjin grinned at your raised eyebrows.
âItâs not like I can fire them if more things break,â you said.
âThatâs the worst part,â he countered. He still had an entertained expression on his face, but something inside of him had softened. It was endearing how unaware you were of how much the staff here cared about you. He said, âthey saw how distressed you were last night.â
You were still confused about the magnitude of your role hereâthe backstage crew didnât respond directly to you. To be fair, even certain members of Rated Riot didnât, even though they should have.
âEveryone who was here was distressed,â you said.
âTrue,â Seokjin nodded, âbut they should have been; this was their job, and something went wrong. Meanwhile, your stress is just, sort of, collateral damage. They felt bad for upsetting you.â
You looked back at the staff behind you. Seeing these menâsome large and scruffy, others tall and lanky, all of them intimidating in certain lightingâdismantle the stage construction while sucking on lollipops brought a smile to your face.
âIâm a little kid in their eyes,â you said then, âarenât I?â
Seokjin had to be honest: despite his attempts to always be respectful, he, too, sometimes thought you were too young for the responsibilities of your job. You never proved him right, however, breezing through said responsibilities with an ease that he wouldnât have expected from someone your ageâhe admired that.
âA little bit, yeah,â he admitted.
You snorted, but there were shadows of disappointment on your features that he was quick to notice. Sometimes you wondered if Seokjin had chosen stage management as an alternative to psychology.
âIf it makes you feel better,â he said, âmost of the people here treated me like a kid when we first met, too. And Iâm older than some of the roadies. I guess I look very young.â
âWhatâd you do to make them respect you?â you asked.
âI started yelling.â
This got you to laugh. âShould I consider it?â
âI think that, sometimes, you should,â he replied. âThey say that people shout when they donât know enough words to whisperâor something like thatâbut I think differently. I think they shout because they care and they need others to care.â
âHmm,â you turned your gaze away as various disagreements and full-blown arguments that youâd had in your lifeâmost of them with the same personâflashed through your mind. âThat⊠makes sense, I think.â
âYeah, and besides,â Seokjin said, âyelling is fun. People pay attention to you. Sometimes they even fear you. I love it.â
You laughed again, even though youâd seen it yourself â new staff members tended to avoid Seokjin. Even you didnât want to get in his way when he was setting the stage up.
But all of that was so he would get things done. And, once he did, he was easily the most entertaining person to be aroundâwhich meant a lot, considering you were literally on tour with rock artists right now.
âMaybe you should get on stage with Rated Riot one of these nights,â you teased, âthat might satisfy your itch to be listened to.â
âYou know what? I just might,â he played along, a grin spreading on his lips. Nodding at the candy in your hand, he said, âtry the lollipops. Weâre almost done here anyway.â
âThank you,â you said. âReally. We wouldnât be on tour if it werenât for you.â
âThereâs no âIâ in âteamâ,â he responded brightly. Then, he leaned closer to add in a teasing whisper, âbut there is in âass-kissingâ.â
Your eyes widened as he snickered, pulling back and walking past you to help the crew carry the boxes outside. He looked at you over his shoulder, his expression cheerful.
âI meant what I said, you know!â you shouted after him.
âI know,â he called back. âI meant it, too. Go rest! This isnât your responsibility.â
He picked up a box, propped it on his hip, and walked away before you could argue and offer your assistance anyway.
Figuring you might as well go and actually stop working for the day, you unwrapped one of the lollipops and made your way outside. The band was probably still having post-show drinks backstage, so you figured you could get a few minutes of quiet on the bus before everyone else returned.
Just as you exited the venue, however, you saw a white puff of smoke coming from somewhere on the side of the building. Popping the lollipop in your mouth, you stopped and waited for just a second, until the person bent down to shake the ash off the cigarette, and you recognized Jungkookâs profile.
Your legs brought you over to him before your mind could reconsider.
Rounding the corner, you asked, âshould you be doing this?â
He flinched, not having expected you here, and it got you to smile. The two of you had a special way of sneaking up on each other today.
âProbably not,â he said, blowing smoke out. âBad for my lungs, right?"
âSo I hear.â
This was the first time the two of you were alone together, following the interrupted lunch earlier. Jungkook had wondered what it would be like now that heâd made his intentions clearâas clear as he could under the circumstances, at least. Now that heâd brought up the possibility of a friendship.
He had worried it would be weird or awkward. That he wouldnât know how to prove himself to you, wouldnât know what to say, or worse, that he would, but you would respond in the same cold, detached way as you had the first time in the restaurant.
But now that you were here, he didnât feel different. He didnât feel like heâd dropped a ground-breaking revelationâhe knew he hadnât, but your reaction begged otherwiseâand he didnât feel awkward.
He felt, he realised, like heâd been waiting for you to find him here. Like he knew youâd come, taking him off guard, appearing next to him from the shadows of the late night.
Taking another drag, he extended the cigarette towards you. Smoke passed his lips as he spoke, âwant some?â
Hesitating for a moment, you gave your lollipop one last twirl against your tongue before you pulled it out of your mouth.
As you took the cigarette from him and placed it between your lips, you pointed the sucker at him and echoed, half-jokingly, âwant some?â
He chuckled at this, but took the lollipop from you. Your question was a challengeâyou asked because you didnât think heâd agreeâand he took you up on it immediately, putting the candy in his mouth.
You watched him toy with it, biting into the plastic stick lightly, and something seemed to short wire inside of you, shooting dangerous sparks in every which way. You wondered, for a passing moment, if your conversation at lunch could have triggered something long-forgotten inside of you, like the trip to Paris had.
When Jungkook closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, the smoke you were supposed to exhale got caught in your throat.
Sighing deeply, he spoke, âhavenât done that in a while.â
Tilting your head to blow smoke out in a clumsy cough, you asked, âs-sucked on a lollipop? Or smoked?â
Twisting the sucker around his mouth for more flavourâaware, with every taste receptor on his tongue, that this was your tasteâhe replied, âshared a cigarette. Or candy.â
âMe neither.â
You took another drag and gave the cigarette back to him. He took it from you, his movements slow, and, in turn, he pulled out the lollipop, extending it back to you.
You were the one who snickered this time as you retrieved it, and, without any reluctance, put it back in your mouth. He forgot what breathing was and how it worked right after.
He wondered, his gaze frozen on your face, what the cigarettes and apple-flavoured lollipops tasted like on your lips. He wanted to find out, wanted to replace the candy in your mouth with his own tongue, wanted toâ
He was forced to look away as the lit cigarette stung the tips of his fingers, ashes falling on his boots.
He shook it off and forced his eyes to stay on the ground beneath his feet.
âSo,â you spoke, tapping the edge of the lollipop stick. âYou ready to go back? The crew just finished up. If you hurry, you might still grab a few drinks backstage before itâs all gone.â
âIâd, uhâŠâ his eyes were cast low. As soon as he put the cigarette back against his lips, he thought heâd begun to hallucinateâbecause, realistically, he shouldnât have recognised the taste of your lip gloss, mixed with a faint taste of apples on the filter. Coughing, he stuttered, âI-Iâd rather, um, stay here, actually.â
Suddenly awkward, you realised he may have been looking for a quiet minute by himself just as you had been, before you saw him. âOh. Iâm sorry I interrupted. I canââ
âNo,â he stopped you. âI meant with you.â
You watched him exhale smoke and wondered, unexpectedly, what it meant for you if you craved a cigarette more than a lollipop. You never thought you had a nicotine addiction; really, you barely smoked.
Perhaps this was something different. A sort of latent chronic disease that you couldnât shake no matter how much you triedâand you spent four years trying.
âReally?â you asked now, your chest light and your eyes glisteningâin a dangerous, promising way. âHiding behind a corner, sharing a cigarette like pre-teen delinquents?â
His eyes met yours as he took another drag. âJust the way I like it.â
âAlright,â you said, leaning your side against the wall next to him. You twirled the lollipop around in your mouth and he could almost feel the remaining ounces of restraint leave his body. âLetâs stay here, then.â
You were playing around, but there was a seriousness behind your words. You didnât question him. You just stayed.
And he had to look away from you again.
He didnât really understand why; this was so childish. He played along with your delinquent joke, but he wasnât actually twelveâeven if being with you did make him feel like a sixth-grader, discovering what having a crush was like for the first time.
âTell you what,â he said, turning to his side to look at you. He lifted the cigarette; there was barely any of it left. âYou can finish this off in exchange for the lollipop.â
You grinned. âYeah? You liked the apple taste?â
You knew, he suspected. You had to know what you were doing to him; there was no way you wouldnât notice how pathetically affected he was. All of Copenhagen could probably hear a faint thundering that came from inside of his chest.
âHmm,â he murmured. âSomething like that.â
âOkay.â You pulled the lollipop out of your mouthâand did it slowly, only strengthening his suspicion that you were doing this to him on purpose. Still, he felt his heart leap right to his throat and drop down to his feet when your lips pursed. âAlthough itâs hardly fair, since mine will last longer for you.â
You took his cigarette with your free hand and passed him the lollipop. The very tips of your fingers touched as you exchanged possessions, and, for a momentâwhich was so laced with electricity that the streetlamps around you seemed to flickerâJungkook was worried that he wouldnât manage to control himself, after all. That he would use this gentle, barely-there touch to hold you tighter. To throw the lollipop away, to kiss you, to never let go of you again.
Instead, he took half a step backwardsâafraid of his impulsesâand popped the candy into his mouth as quickly as he could. As if this way, heâd be less affected by your lingering taste on his tongue.
âGood,â he said. âItâs bad for your lungs, anyway.â
You snorted as you took one final drag before you reached dangerously close to the filter. Blowing smoke out, you leaned down to put the cigarette out against the pavement and walked away from him to throw the remains into the trashcan by the exit.
He opened his eyes to watch you return. You were smiling â not at him, but not away from him, either â and he wasnât sure what heâd do next. He wasnât sure what was going to happenânot tonight, not tomorrow, not in two weeks when the bet was supposed to end.
He had suggested a friendship today. Heâd promised to himself to prove to you that he was worth it, that the two of you could be close again. That you could be friends.
But he had a pack full of cigarettes in the back pocket of his jeans; both of you could have had one of your own. Yet, he didnât offer.
And you had two brand new lollipops from Seokjin in the pocket of your jacket. You could have given him oneâbut you didnât offer, either.
Both of you chose not to mention this, awareâvery vividlyâthat normal friends probably shouldnât have enjoyed sharing candy and cigarettes so much.
So, Jungkook didnât know anything at all. But with you hereâas your gaze fell to his lips, he thought the flavour of the lollipop sharpened somehow, bringing shivers down his spineâhe was thrilled to find out.
chapter title credits: bring me the horizon, âsleepwalkingâ
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Your protector (yandere simon x reader)
Simon first meets you waiting for the train, he's on his way home from a walk and notices you a couple benches away. it's creepy to stare but he can't help it. Your the first person he's ever seen at the station this late, a while into the wait you start shifting around almost nervous. He tries to look away the second you turn your head but it's no use. You make eye contact. A panicked feeling rises in him once you start walking towards him. You smile looking a bit unsure. He just looks back.
"Not to be a bother but do you know how long till the train gets here?" Your voice is apologetic like your actually worried about annoying him. It clicks in his head why he's never seen you, you must be a newer resident. he's able to make about more of you now that the distance is shorter. Your wearing a uniform, he tries to recall the place it's for but the name never comes to him.
You appear tired and your hairs out of place like you were rushing around all day.
Your actually kind of cute?
You tilt your head, even more nervous. Oh shit! He's been silent this whole time just staring hasn't he. He forces something out, cringing at his own voice as it cracks. "It uh..it shouldn't take much longer.." you smile and let out a relieved breath. "Good! Good" you adjust your bag strap and turn to face the tracks. You don't move though, you stay there standing next to him. He feels himself sweating. Is that all? Should he make small talk? Do you even want to talk to him anymore? He tries to convince himself your visible skittishness is from being new and not him but he still feels a bit like a creep.
You stand by the wall together for a good time. He glances over multiple times milling over things to say. This is the first time in a long time he's been near someone who doesn't seem hostile. He wants to reach out and talk to you but no matter what he tries his voice just won't come out. Then the train shows up.
The noise pulls him forward as you both enter the car. He turns to you to say something, anything but your not there. No, instead you've already moved to the back and taken a seat. Realistically he knows he can still try and socialize but something in his gut tells him he's missed his chance, he gives up. Sitting in his normal seat, he puts on music, and leans his head against the window desperately trying to forget he's not alone in the train.
This isn't the last time you ride though. He sees you several times but he stops short of striking up conversation. The most that happens each time is you smile or wave at him before going back to your waiting. He never stops watching you. Time after time he stares. You arrive and take a seat at the same bench. Sometimes you have a book, sometimes it's your phone, and sometimes you simply sit there, hands in your lap. He never approaches you but that doesn't stop his mind from racing. He thinks about you a lot, mainly questions he wishes he could ask.
Do you live in the same town as him? Why do you get here so late? Do you work night shift? Do you go to school? Do you go to his school? Does he live near you? Do you have any friends? Are you seeing someone?
Slowly he learns more about you from a distance, simple stuff at first. He figures out where your uniforms from. He goes there not to talk but just observe. You do work late, you close actually. You always close with the same guy, you two seem freindly. Too freindly simon thinks. You both chat while locking the doors and then split up, Simon moves after you.
As days pass simon gets braver..he waits outside your work and fallows you to the station each night. Then suddenly he's following you out the station. You live pretty far from him but he doesn't mind the walk. Your home is cute and always has its lights on when you arrive. Simon never sees anyone else but he knows you can't live alone. Parent's? Siblings? Roommates? He tries to find out but the lights never stay on long enough after you get home for him to catch anyone else.
The pits of you he learns join together in his mind. Your around his age. You do attend the same college but you have zero similar classes. Simon considers switching a class or two to match. After school you head to work, you wear the uniform to class but cover the shirt with a hoodie or sweater. He stands outside never able to muster enough courage to go in. He learns the coworker is just a freind and has a girl, who you seem to be friends with too. You go home real late and go to be sleep almost right after. It's almost like he's walking you home he thinks one night. Sure your completely unaware of his presence but you probably wouldn't mind even if you did know, your freindly like that. A sweet and blissfully aware person he has his eye on. He's protecting you really! What if something happened to you in these moments where you think your alone? Normally no one's around but now you've got him! Your ever present protecter!
Maybe one day he'll be able to step from the shadows. To speak with you, hear your voice, your laughter. Hell, maybe you'll smile at him. Yeah one day he'll be close with you. You'll be his. His little darling. You won't mind his awkwardness, or how harsh he can be. You'll understand him, he just knows it! But until then he's here to protect you from a distance
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Okay! Uh jeez I apologize if this was short and uh kind rough but I've just gotten back into writing so bare with me. âą_âą
(criticism and feedback is hella appreciated though)
Also! Allow me to be honest here, I don't write yanderes. I just don't really uh jive with them ya know? But! I did forget to mention that in my request post so here for the one who wanted it! My first and last yandere x reader post! Please don't expect any more yandere stuff from me Haha! :)
I'll edit the first post.
#cry of fear x reader#simon henriksson x reader#cof simon#yandere x reader#yandere Simon henriksson x reader#book Simon x reader
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