#so I just sat and stared at it for a couple minutes - added a couple of lines and erased some others - and then closed off my sketchbook lo

[yuviur]

Summer vacation, 4am.

Tons of easter eggs in this one! Click the image to find them (and for better quality ofc)

Close ups and process shots under the cut, description in alt text

[bellfilmz]

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After surviving a plane crash with a mysterious stranger she met mid-flight, she now has to find a way to survive, completely unaware she’s stuck with Rafe Cameron.

⸻

The flight wasn’t full, which was rare. You were tucked into the window seat with a book in hand, earbuds in, and no real expectation of conversation.

Until he sat down beside you.

Tall, tan, expensive cologne—definitely someone used to being looked at. His jaw was sharp, his hair pushed back in a messy, intentional way. And his legs? Long. Obnoxiously so. They stretched too far into your space.

You waited a minute.

Then tugged one earbud out. “Hey, sorry, can you um, move your leg a little? I need to get out.”

He blinked, then looked down like he’d only just realized his knee was blocking your way. “Oh. Yeah—sorry.”

He shifted, and you slid past him into the aisle, heading for the bathroom. When you came back, he was half-asleep, head leaning against the window this time. You had to squeeze by.

The moment you ducked into your row, the plane shook.

Violently.

You lost your balance and fell directly into his lap with a startled gasp.

His arms immediately came around you to steady you. “Whoa—hey, I got you.”

The plane jolted again.

You stayed frozen in his lap, heart hammering.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the pilot’s voice came over the intercom, strained, “please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts immediately. We are experiencing some turbulence. Follow all safety protocols.”

You scrambled into your seat, fumbling for your belt. Your hands were shaking too much to clip it in. Panic rose like bile in your throat.

The guy beside you noticed. “Hey—hey, breathe.”

You looked at him, wide eyed.

He leaned closer. “It’s alright. Just copy me, okay? Deep breath in.” He inhaled slowly, holding his hand in front of you like a guide. “And out.”

You tried to match him. It helped. Barely.

“Good,” he said gently. “You’re okay. I promise.”

Then the lights flickered. A scream echoed from the back.

Your stomach dropped. The engine whined.

The last thing you felt was his hand gripping yours.

And then— Black.

⸻

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏.

The sun was blistering when you woke up.

Your lips were cracked. Your hair was full of sand. And you were somehow alive.

You sat up slowly, wincing. Your entire body ached.

And then you saw him kneeling a few feet away, digging through what looked like luggage debris.

You blinked. “You…?”

His head snapped toward you. Relief flooded his face. “Shit—you’re awake.”

You coughed. “What… what happened?”

He stood, walking over. “Plane went down. We’re on an island. No clue where.”

You looked around, finally registering the dense trees and sparkling ocean. Panic rose again.

“I checked the shoreline,” he continued. “Didn’t find anyone else. Just us.”

You stared at him. “How long have we been here?”

“Couple hours, maybe. You hit your head.”

Your fingers went to your temple, brushing a tender bump.

He crouched beside you. “We should move you out of the sun.”

You nodded numbly. “What’s your name?”

“Rafe,” he said simply. “And you?”

You told him.

He stood and offered you a hand. You hesitated, then took it. His grip was strong but careful.

“I think I found a freshwater stream inland,” he said. “And some luggage washed up. We’ve got basics. Not much.”

You followed him slowly, still dazed.

“You’re handling this pretty well,” he added as you reached the edge of the trees.

You gave a humorless laugh. “I’m still in shock.”

Rafe glanced over his shoulder. “Stay in it. It’s better than full panic.”

⸻

The waterfall was like something out of a movie tropical, tucked between palms, flowing into a shallow pool.

You stared, overwhelmed. “This doesn’t feel real.”

“Yeah,” Rafe muttered. “It’s too pretty to be a nightmare.”

He knelt, splashing his face. You followed, letting the cold water hit your skin. It woke you up in a different way.

You sat by the edge, legs pulled to your chest. “I can’t believe we survived.”

Rafe sat beside you. “Me neither.”

The silence settled again.

He looked over at you. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

You blinked. “Should I?”

He smiled faintly. “Guess not. Most people do.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you famous or something?”

He shrugged. “Kind of. Back home. OBX.”

“That where you’re from?”

He nodded.

You watched him for a second. “You helped me on the plane.”

“You fell on me,” he teased, that smirk returning. “Figured I had to make sure you lived. After that level of intimacy.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was falling to my death.”

“Into my lap,” he clarified, grinning now.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. And it was the first time you felt like yourself since the crash.

⸻

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

He got a fire going somehow. You didn’t ask how you were too busy realizing night on the island was darker than anything you’d known. The stars were brilliant, but the shadows felt alive.

Rafe sat beside you, watching the flames. His arms were scraped. He looked tired, worn, human.

“Why were you flying?” you asked quietly.

“Business,” he replied. “My dad sent me. Something about responsibility.”

You nodded slowly. “I was just trying to get away for a while.”

“Well… mission accomplished.”

You cracked a smile. “Guess so.”

There was a beat of silence.

Rafe leaned back on his hands. “We’ll be alright. Someone will find us.”

You weren’t sure if he believed that or if he just needed you to.

Either way, you let the lie settle between you like a safety net.

The fire crackled.

And for the first time since the crash—you stopped shaking.

⸻

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐?

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[mirrored-muse]

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ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴛ ꜰɪᴄ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏᴏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ.

The cabin smelled like pine, smoke, and whatever passed as dinner the night before, but all you could focus on was the feeling of Natalie’s fingers threading through your hair. It was slow and careful, which was rare for Natalie, she was usually all sharp edges and restless energy. But with you she was gentle.

“You’re lucky I know how to do this,” Natalie muttered, pulling a section of hair tight before weaving it into the braid. “My mom never did shit like this for me.”

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, hands resting in your lap as Natalie worked. “Where’d you learn then?”

Natalie let out a short breath like she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. “Taught myself. Had to.” She paused, then added, “Watched a couple of girls do it in the locker room once. Figured it out.”

A small mischievous smile made its way onto your face. “So you were staring at other girls in the locker room?”

Natalie scoffs and tugs on your braid, not hard, but enough to make you laugh. Muttering a disgruntled “Shut up.”

The fire crackled across the cabin, casting everything in a soft orange glow. Outside, the others were already starting to drink, their voices carrying through the thin walls. The whole thing was stupid, honestly, getting dressed up like they weren’t starving, like they weren’t trapped. But maybe that was the point. Pretending, just for a night, that things weren’t as bad as they were.

Natalie tied off the braid with a scrap of string before leaning back on her hands, studying you. “There. You look… good.”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Just good?”

Natalie smirked. “Okay, fine. You look hot. Whatever.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the little mirror the girl scavenged, barely able to see your reflection in the dim light, but it was enough. Nat had been careful, making sure it wasn’t messy, and that the strands were even. It was stupid, how much that made your heart ache.

You looked back at Natalie, watching the way the firelight flickered against her face, catching in the strands of her wild blonde hair. She was beautiful, in a way she probably didn’t even realize.

“You should let me do yours,” You said suddenly.

Natalie snorted. “Yeah, no chance.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’d look ridiculous.”

You shift onto your knees, reaching out before Natalie can pull away. “Just let me try,” you insist, already taking a section of her hair between your fingers.

Natalie sighed but didn’t stop you. “Fine. But if you make me look stupid, I’m unbraiding yours out of spite.”

You grin, leaning in a little closer. “Deal.”

You worked carefully, trying to mimic the way Natalie’s fingers had moved through your hair just minutes ago. But somehow, it wasn’t coming out the same. Maybe it was because Natalie’s hair was wilder, or maybe you just weren’t as good at this as you thought.

Still, Natalie sat there, letting you do it, as a comfortable silence stretched between the two of you. Every once in a while, you would peek over at her face, expecting some sarcastic remark, but Natalie just kept staring at the fire, her expression unreadable.

When you finally finished, you sat back, biting your lip. “Okay… done.”

Natalie reached up, hesitating for a second before feeling the braid. It was loose, uneven, and barely hanging on. You couldn’t help but wince as you watched Natalie’s fingers run over the mess you’d made.

“Wow,” Natalie said, blinking a few times. “This is… something.”

You groaned. “It’s bad, you hate it.”

Natalie hesitated for a second too long. “No!”

You narrow your eyes, trying to fight back a smile. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Natalie huffed a laugh, finally turning to face you. “Okay, yeah, it’s kinda bad. But, like, in a good way.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, reaching to undo it, but Natalie grabbed your wrist before she could.

“Leave it,” She said, softer this time. “You did it. So I’m keeping it.”

For a moment, you just looked at Nat, admiring her. Everything else fading into the background, the chill in the air, the hunger, the storm creeping in outside. None of it mattered. Just her. Just this.

Natalie smirked, nudging you gently with her knee. “Now, let’s go get drunk and pretend everything’s fine.”

You laugh and shake your head, but when Natalie stands and holds out a hand, you take it without hesitation.

[harrysxcarolina]

stay with me, please?

messages; b. eilish

warnings: nothing but pure fluff, flirty!billie, slight teasing if you squint, girlcrush!billie, pda in front of friends, not proof read, honestly idk what else lol I just hope its as good as it was in my head... I was sick when the idea came to me lol, might rewrite at later date.

wc: 2.6k

The room was warm and cozy, the lights dim and soft as the sweet aroma of the candle burning sat in the center of the room. The amount of board games and card games that sat around Billies living room left you bouncing in excitement. Sitting cozy on one of her plush couches as you gush to Zoe about all the different books you’ve recently added to your collection. Getting lost in the conversation zoning out all the other background noise as you two discuss your favorite authors. The sweet melodies of her laugh fill the room, causing you to glance over in her direction, as she lays curled up on the other couch laughing at something one of her friends showed her. 

Her dark hair hanging loose around her face as a few pieces lay stuck on the pair of glasses framing her soft blue orbs. Her posture is lazy and carefree as she readjusts in her spot, flexing her hips before running her hands through her hair. Tucking a few pieces behind her ear as her eyes search the room. A small smile works its way across your face as you feel the flutter erupt in your belly. Your cheeks heating up slightly as you notice the look on Zoe's face as she encourages your attention back to your previous conversation, unintentionally taking your mind off Billie.

It doesn’t take her long before her eyes land on you. Sitting comfortably across the room with Zoe as you gush about the book you recently just finished. She couldn’t help the smile that grew across her face. You had been so nervous when she had invited you over for game night the blush creeping on your cheeks as her soft words filled your ears. 

“It won’t be that many people, just a couple,” she says with a nervous chuckle. It would be your first time meeting any of her friends, besides the few mutual friends that you two shared. “Plus, Zoe has been begging to meet you.” She whispers softly as the tip of her tongue teases her lips. A cheeky grin plastered on her face as she looked over at you. Noticing your round eyes, and the slight shocked expression on your face she feels her heartbeat quicken. Maybe it’s too soon? 

“You totally don’t have to come if you are uncomfortable.” She rushes, her smile falling short as her eyes drop to the floor. Lip captured between her teeth as her fingers fidget with the rings lining her hands. Her chest pounding as it echoed in her ears. Her nerves were firing across her body like pop-its against the concrete on a hot summer day as she waited for you to say something. Anything. You two had been casually seeing each other for a few weeks, so everything was still fresh and new between the both of you. Her stare was always soft, yet intimidating. Her touch gentle, yet steady. She was addicting, and you couldn’t get enough of her. 

“I’ll be there.” You mutter as you glance up at her through your lashes. You wanted to spend every minute you could with her. Hearing her laugh, seeing her pretty smile, feeling the raging butterflies anytime she asked you to look at her, and you did. Always. Her smile quickly grows as she sees your cheeks flushed. Your bottom lip is swollen and pink. Eyes soft and doe-like as you reach over for her hand. Silencing her nerves as you interlace your fingers with hers. 

“Saturday, 5 pm. Don’t be late.” She jokes as her own cheeks begin to flush. Her eyes flickering between yours and your swollen lips as she gently reaches up and brushes her fingers along your cheek. The cold metal of her rings sends a shiver down your skin as you try to calm your racing heart. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You whisper as you bite your lip trying desperately to hide your growing smirk. How can something so simple as a game night with her and her friends make you so nervous yet so excited?

“Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal her for a bit Zo?” You hear Billie's soft voice causing you and Zoe to glance up in her direction. Not sure when she made her way over to you but with a soft nod from Zoe you got up from your seat and followed Billie back over to where she was sitting before. You swear you can hear your heart beating in your ears as you go to sit down next to her on the couch only to be stopped by her hand on your hip and her raspy voice in your ear. Her hot breath sends chills down your spine as you follow her request, I want to hold you, sit on my lap? 

Her hands steady on your hips as you lower yourself to sit across her lap. Your ankles cross as your legs dangle over hers. Her fingers squeezing your hip before they slide their way around your lower torso wrapping themselves securely around you. A soft tug back causing you to lean fully against her. You feel her press a quick peck to your shoulder before she places her chin on your shoulder glancing up at you through her dark lashes. 

Her smile is sweet and soft as she twirls the piece of gum around her tongue. Her minty breath takes over your senses. “Hi pretty,” She whispers as her smile only grows her fingers dancing against your skin as you smile back down at her whispering a soft hello in return. 

Your cheeks heat up at the sweet moment between you two as you feel the butterflies fluttering deep in your belly. Glancing down at her as you reach your hand up to tuck a piece of her bangs behind her ear. “Are you having fun?” You ask as you feel her lean back further into the couch getting comfy before a chuckle leaves her lips. “I think I’m the one who's supposed to be asking you that.” She replies as her tongue swipes across her lips. A cheeky grin on her cheeks. “But yes, I’m having fun. Are you?” Her smirk still persists on her face as you lower your hands to your lap. Looking at her over your shoulder, “I’m having a blast. Thank you for inviting me.” You reply as you feel your cheeks heat up once. The bashfulness takes over as you glance down at your fingers. Forgetting that you were in a room full of her friends and she had you sitting on her lap sending you flirty smirks. Her perfume floods your senses as you subconsciously breathe her in. Not wanting the sweet moment to end.

“You’re welcome.” Billie hums as she moves one of her hands to your chin and directs your gaze back to her. Her cheeks rosy and her lips swollen as you notice her once soft eyes are turning a shade darker as she works her eyes across your features. “I like having you here.” She whispers. It was her turn to get bashful as the heat rose her cheeks to an even deeper shade of red.

“I like being here.” You reply as you feel your pulse between your fingers as you pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming. Everything about her was a dream. The way she was looking at you. Not missing the way her lips quirked as she saw your cheeks heat up. Or the way your breath caught as she gently tapped her fingers along your thigh before squeezing your knee. The hand that sat on your hip slowly worked its way behind you, gently laying at the base of your spine to help keep you steady as she felt you wiggle against her lap. Her stare heavy on yours as she wears a lip biting smirk.

“Alright you two love birds, I think it’s time I steal her from you Bils. I’m starving and she's the only one I trust to make her famous bean dip. Soooo c’mon-” Quen states as she quickly plops down on the couch beside you two causing you to slightly lose your balance on Billies lap. 

Quickly gripping your hips, steadying your body against hers as you both look at Quen. Sitting there with a smirk on her lips as she motions for you to get up. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you lean in to lay a soft peck on Billie's cheek before standing up and leading Quen to the kitchen. Leaving Billie to sit there flustered and slightly confused on how everyone keeps stealing your attention away from her. Her eyes are quick to follow you as you guys make your way out of the living room. Her bottom lip lays between her teeth as she sees you blow her a kiss over your shoulder. Your eyes catching hers as Billie can’t hide her smirk any longer. Getting up and making quick work to follow you guys not wanting to be away from you any longer. 

*** 

After a lot of food, laughter, endless rounds of UNO, and a very competitive Billie, who wore a very cute pout anytime she lost a hand of UNO, you found yourself constantly in a fit of giggles the more she got worked up. She tries desperately to hide her giddiness at your cute giggles, but she finds it harder and harder every time she looks over at you to see your eyes shining and your smile bright anytime she loses a hand. With a shake of her head trying to hide her blush and a chuckle bouncing off her lips she decided to switch the games up. Swiftly putting all the cards away from UNO as she hears you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Giving you a gentle nod and small smirk you bounce your way down the hall. Noticing Shark laying all cozied up you give him a quick pat on the head and scratch behind the ear as you pass him before entering the bathroom. Closing the door behind you and taking a glance at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes wide and wild as your cheeks brightened your pale face. Your hair sits perfectly around your face as you adjust a few pieces around your temple. Lips slightly swollen and red from the on again off again pressure of your teeth. 

Taking a deep breath and quickly readjusting your shirt you take one last look in the mirror before you check your phone. Noticing the time and realizing that you have a shift tomorrow you groan. Not because you had to work, but simply for the fact that you would have to call this night an end and say goodnight to Billie. Your heart drops at the thought, you weren’t ready for it to all end. Not with how comfortable and welcoming everyone of her friends had made you feel from the moment you walked in the front door. Not with the way Billie had been looking at you all night and all her flirty smirks had you craving her in ways you didn’t want to wait for. The tightness in your core makes itself known once again. Unlocking your phone and sending a quick text letting Quen know that you were probably gonna head out soon. 

You felt your phone vibrate letting you know that she texted you back, but before you could respond back to Quen another message came through. Glancing over the text, your cheeks heat up at Billies name in your notifications. Your fingers make quick work to send a response. Your lip laid prisoner to your teeth as you read the multiple texts she sent back in response. Your heart beating against your chest as you feel the giddiness simmer its way across your body. Leaning back against the sink, tapping your fingers along your phone screen as you teeter with the idea of accepting her offer. 

Before you have a second thought you send your final response before pushing yourself off the sink and making your way to open the door and back down the hall to the living room. Billie offers her soft goodbyes and tight hugs as everyone helps to clean up the living room before making their way out for the night. You offer your own soft goodbyes and nice to meet yous that bounce off the walls as you gather up the last of the food and carry it to the kitchen. Leaving Billie to lock up once everyone was gone. Gently scraping the food in the trash can and placing the dishes in the sink you can’t help the smile that works its way across your cheeks. She wants you to stay with her. She didn’t want to say goodbye either. The butterflies are slowly turning into fireworks as you feel your skin to heat up. You feel her soft touch along your hips before you hear her soft voice whisper to leave the dishes for her and to come with her to bed. 

Not wanting to waste the little bit of time she had left with you before you would have to head to bed for work doing dishes when she could have you wrapped up with her in her sheets. The both of you feel the heavy tension in the air. The tension that has slowly been building thicker and thicker all night. The craving of your lips exploring each other's bodies. Feeling each other shake and quiver under each other's touch. The craving of making each other moan and whimper as you find all the sweet spots you both had to offer. You both knew you couldn’t wait any longer. 

Letting her lead you up to her room as her hands lay genty around your waist. Her lips gentle and sweet against your burning skin as she leaves open mouth kisses along your shoulder. Quickly shutting the bedroom door behind her as her smirk grows across your skin. Spinning you around in her arms so you were now facing her. Her face buried in your neck as her tongue makes quick work to lick and suck every inch leading up to your ear. 

“No more distractions.” she whispers against the shell of your ear. Your hands gripping her waist as she pulls you flush against her. Your chest brushing up against one another as her lips work along your jaw laying a soft peck at the corner of your mouth. 

“Did you still want my kisses baby?” She mumbles against your lips. You feel the tip of her tongue as she pokes it out to moisten her lips. Gently brushing it across yours as she feels your intake of breath as her hand slides up your back. Groaning as you reach your hand up to cup her cheek, eyes closed as you search for her lips. A raspy groan leaves her lips as she feels your fingers tangle themselves in her dark locks as you brush your lips against hers. 

You only offer her a smirk in return before you feel her lips crash against yours. Causing an endless amount of fireworks to explode deep in your belly and your sweet moans fill the room as she pushes you back towards the bed. Her smirk growing even bigger as she slowly works her baggy t-shirt over her head. 

She groans as she tosses her shirt to the floor and quickly ties her hair up making her way towards you. 

She works her way up your body that was now laying across her bed. Her smirk only grows as she tugs on the hem of your shirt as her hips straddle yours. Her finger tips tapping along your waist line. A devilish smirk lays across her lips as she looks down at you.

“Oh, you’re definitely staying with me tonight.”

[youthguk]

Shameless | jjk(m) | Parasocial 4

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut, fwb, childhood friends, Angst, Toxic Dynamics,

Summary: jungkook loved making sure you never forgot who you really belonged to— even if it meant claiming you while you were still on the phone with your boyfriend.

Content Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, phone sex / voyeurism-adjacent kink, toxic relationship dynamics, dom!Jungkook energy, jealous Jungkook, reader in a relationship with another man

wc: 3,4k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (you're here) → part 5 (here through subscription) once we reach 1k notes on previous parts will be available here for everyone

The clatter of trays and the hum of lunchtime chatter filled the university dining hall, the air thick with the scent of fries and coffee. Students bustled around, wrapped in scarves and heavy coats, the cold December air still clinging to them. Across from you, Jungkook sat with his arms crossed, his jaw tight as he stared you down.

“I said no.” His voice was firm, low, nearly drowned out by the noise around you. But you heard it—felt it, even.

You set your fork down, pushing your tray aside. “Jungkook, I get it, okay? I do. It’s not the best idea…” Your fingers curled around the edge of the table. “But it’s Christmas. Spending it with your boyfriend after a year together isn’t crazy. Other couples do it all the time.”

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. “Other couples also break up all the time. You think spending Christmas together suddenly makes it serious?” He picked up a fry, lazily biting into it before adding, “Your parents are gonna flip.”

You exhaled, frustration bubbling in your chest. “They’ll get over it,” you argued, voice quieter now, more pleading.

Jungkook’s lips curled—not quite a smirk, but something close. He set his tray aside, elbows resting on the table as he leaned in. “Maybe,” he said. “But you know what’s really a bad idea?”

You frowned. “What?”

His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Going there, knowing Ren asked you about it minutes after I had you pinned to your bed—" his voice dipped, slow and deliberate, “—fucking you so good you forgot your own name.”

Your breath hitched. Heat licked up your neck, spreading fast. The chatter around you felt distant, the warmth of the dining hall suddenly suffocating. You clenched your fists under the table, but Jungkook just popped another fry into his mouth, watching you with an amused glint in his eyes.

Waiting for you to admit that he was right.

The moment the words left your lips, a weight lifted off your chest.

“I’ll turn down Ren’s offer.”

Jungkook blinked, clearly not expecting that. “You sure?”

You nodded, and for the first time in days, you felt good. A quiet thrill ran through you at the thought of going back home with Jungkook—just the two of you, no need to tiptoe around campus, no lingering eyes, no Ren. Just you and him, where things had always made sense.

Already, your mind was wandering. Late nights at his place, tangled up in warm blankets. Waking up slow, his voice husky with sleep. Running around town, getting into trouble like you always had. The thought of having him all to yourself, of not needing to hold back, made something low in your stomach tighten.

Jungkook smirked, noticing the way you bit your lip. “You’re thinking about something.”

You scoffed, standing up and grabbing your tray. “Shut up.”

But even as you walked away, your body hummed at the thought of what was to come.

Ren opened the door with a grin, barely giving you a chance to step inside before his hands were on you, his mouth sloppily finding yours. His kiss was wet, rushed, his tongue greedy as he backed you toward the bed.

You let him.

The mattress dipped as he climbed over you, fingers already slipping under your sweater, pushing it up. His lips trailed hot and eager down your neck, over your stomach.

“You’re in a mood,” you murmured, voice breathy.

Ren chuckled, dark eyes flicking up at you as he settled between your thighs. “Missed you,” he muttered before dragging your panties down.

You barely had time to react before his mouth was on you, licking and sucking, his hands gripping your thighs. A sharp inhale left your lips, but then—

“I won’t be able to go with you,” you blurted.

Ren stilled, his lips just barely brushing your skin. Slowly, he looked up. “What?”

You swallowed, heartbeat unsteady. “My parents… they got really upset when I told them I wouldn’t be home for Christmas. I can’t just not go.”

A lie. But an easy one.

Ren exhaled heavily, resting his forehead against your thigh. “Damn… I mean, I get it. I was really looking forward to it, though.” His fingers brushed absently against your skin. “Guess I’ll have to survive without you.”

Your chest tightened—not in guilt, but in relief.

After a moment, he lifted his head. “Jungkook’s not, like… close to you there, right?” His voice was casual, but the tension in his shoulders said otherwise.

You forced a laugh. “No, not really.”

Another lie.

Ren searched your face, then nodded. “Alright,” he murmured before kissing the inside of your thigh. “Let me make the most of tonight, then.”

You didn’t stop him.

You let him pull your legs over his shoulders, let him bring his mouth back to you, let him touch and taste. But when your fingers curled into the sheets, your mind drifted.

Not to Ren.

But to Jungkook.

To the way he touched you, rough but careful. To the way his voice dropped when he told you what he wanted to do to you. To the way he had you gasping, back arching, begging.

Heat coiled in your stomach, shame curling at the edges of your pleasure.

You shouldn’t be thinking about him.

But you were.

And when you finally fell apart, biting your lip to keep from saying the wrong name, guilt mixed with satisfaction in a way that was almost intoxicating.

The crisp winter air greeted you the moment you stepped off the train, your hometown blanketed in soft snow. Everything was just as you remembered—the old brick station, the familiar streets lined with twinkling Christmas lights, the quiet hum of a town that always seemed to be waiting for something.

Jungkook stretched beside you, rolling his shoulders with a sigh. “Man, I forgot how cold it gets here,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

You smirked. “You survived worse.”

His dark eyes flicked to yours, a knowing look passing between you. The past few weeks had been nothing but tension—pushing, pulling, holding back when you both knew you didn’t want to. But now, away from campus, away from the weight of expectations, it felt like the leash had finally snapped.

And you were free.

The first few days were a blur of nostalgia.

You and Jungkook visited your old high school, walking through the halls like ghosts of your teenage selves. The gym smelled the same, the trophy case still gleamed, and standing by your old lockers, you swore you could hear echoes of past conversations—of whispered secrets, of laughter, of firsts.

His hand brushed against yours as you walked.

Neither of you moved away.

You visited each other’s families, welcomed with warmth, laughter, and an overwhelming amount of food. Jungkook’s mom pulled you into a hug the moment she saw you, exclaiming how much she’d missed you. Your parents, in turn, always welcomed Jungkook as if he were their own.

At the dinner table, you caught his gaze more than once, something unspoken passing between you as you shared inside jokes and knowing smiles.

There were moments, fleeting but heavy, where his fingers would rest on your thigh beneath the table, where his lips would linger just a little too close to your ear when he whispered something teasing.

Warmth and tension mixed like whiskey and fire.

And you welcomed it.

Tonight, Jungkook sat across from you at your family’s dinner table, looking as comfortable as ever. Your parents adored him, had since you were kids, and they fired questions at him between bites of home-cooked food.

“So, Jungkook,” your dad started, leaning back in his chair, “any new girlfriend we should know about?”

Jungkook grinned, shooting you a side glance before shaking his head. “Nah, sir. No girlfriend.”

Your mom scoffed, waving a hand. “I don’t believe that. A boy like you? You probably have them lining up at your door.”

Jungkook laughed, sipping from his glass. “I’m just picky.”

Your father smirked. “Ah, so you’re waiting for the right one.”

At that, Jungkook’s gaze slid to you, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Something like that.”

Your stomach tightened, fingers curling into your lap.

As the night stretched on, laughter and stories filled the room, but that undercurrent of tension between you and Jungkook remained. It was thick, unspoken, wrapped around both of you like an invisible thread pulling tighter and tighter.

And then, it got late.

You stretched, letting out a yawn. “You should just stay over,” you told Jungkook casually.

He barely blinked before answering, “Yeah, alright.” Not even pretending to hesitate.

Your mother raised a brow, amused. “Are you sure your boyfriend would be okay with that?”

For the briefest moment, you and Jungkook glanced at each other. The lie came so easily, so smoothly, it almost felt like the truth.

“It’s fine,” you both said in unison.

Later that night, in the quiet of your childhood bedroom, memories pressed in on you.

The posters on the wall. The old stuffed animals. The bed that had once been his favorite place to ruin you.

You swallowed.

Just in case, you dressed carefully—lingerie, something soft, delicate, a secret beneath your oversized sleep shirt. You told yourself it was nothing, that it didn’t mean anything.

Then, you picked up your phone, pressing Ren’s name.

“Hey,” his voice came through, warm but tired.

“Hey,” you said softly, sitting on your bed. “Just wanted to call before bed.”

As Ren talked, his voice filling the quiet, you barely noticed the door creak open. A shadow moved.

Jungkook.

Sly, quiet, stepping into the room as if he owned it.

His eyes flicked to yours, gleaming in the dim light. A smirk played at the corners of his lips.

Your breath hitched, heart slamming against your ribs.

And still, Ren kept talking—unaware that Jungkook was already closing the door behind him.

Your eyes widened as Jungkook sauntered toward you, shirtless, his toned chest illuminated by the soft glow of your bedside lamp. He was only in his pajama pants, hanging dangerously low on his hips, and the way he moved—slow, deliberate—sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins.

You waved a frantic hand at him, motioning for him to leave, pointing at the phone pressed against your ear.

He didn’t.

Instead, Jungkook’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile, the kind that sent heat coiling in your stomach. Without a word, he climbed onto your bed, settling in beside you like he belonged there.

Your body stiffened, heart hammering.

“…And then my coach was like, ‘Ren, if you don’t land this shot, you’re running ten laps,’” Ren was saying on the other end of the line, his voice distant. You could barely focus, not when Jungkook was right there, warm and so close, his scent—clean, musky—wrapping around you like a trap.

Jungkook’s fingers moved first.

A slow, lazy trace along your thigh, featherlight, teasing.

You shivered.

Still, you tried to stay composed, nodding along to whatever Ren was saying. “Mhmm,” you murmured, gripping the phone tighter.

Jungkook smirked. Oh, you’re comfortable with that?

His hand drifted higher.

You swallowed, squeezing your legs together, but he didn’t stop—fingertips grazing your hip, the hem of your sleep shirt. Your body betrayed you, heat pooling between your legs at his touch.

And then, right when you were starting to think he’d behave—

Jungkook licked his lips.

Predatory.

A silent promise in his dark eyes.

Your breath caught.

Before you could react, he shifted, dipping lower, sliding between your legs with practiced ease. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them just enough to fit himself between them.

Your entire body stiffened. No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Ren was still talking.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. Try me, his gaze seemed to say.

You should have stopped him. Should have pushed him away, ended the call, done something.

But the shameless, filthy idea of Jungkook taking you like this—of owning you while you were on the phone with your boyfriend—had your blood rushing hot, your pulse thrumming in your ears.

You inhaled sharply, squeezing your legs around him in warning.

Jungkook just chuckled.

And then—he lowered his mouth to you.

The moment Jungkook’s mouth met your skin, a sharp jolt of electricity shot through you. His lips brushed against the sensitive heat between your thighs—slow, deliberate, teasing. Your body tensed, your fingers gripping the sheets as you bit down hard on your lip.

“…So I told him—babe, are you even listening?” Ren’s voice crackled through the phone, oblivious.

“Yes,” you breathed, voice tighter than you intended.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked up to yours, amusement dancing in them. He knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly, he pressed a lingering kiss just above where you were already aching for more, dragging his lips over your sensitive skin like he had all the time in the world. The heat pooling in your stomach grew unbearable.

You shot him a warning glare, shifting slightly, but it only made his smirk widen.

And then—his tongue flicked against you.

A sharp gasp threatened to escape your lips, but you caught it at the last second, pressing your free hand over your mouth. Your entire body trembled as Jungkook worked, his warm mouth moving against you with infuriating precision.

Your breathing grew unsteady, but you forced yourself to sound normal. “Mm—yeah, Ren, you were saying?”

Jungkook hummed against you, the vibrations making your body jolt in response.

He was enjoying this. Too much.

The way his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you open for him. The way his tongue moved, slow but insistent, savoring every reaction you tried to suppress. The way his eyes stayed locked on you, dark with mischief and possession.

Your body betrayed you completely.

Jungkook felt it—how you reacted to him, how you clenched beneath his touch. His smirk deepened. One hand slid higher, fingers pressing where his tongue had just been, circling slowly before easing inside.

A choked sound escaped you.

Ren paused on the other end of the call. “You okay?”

Jungkook stilled, waiting. His eyes dared you to answer.

You swallowed hard, grasping for composure. “Uh—yeah, just, um… stretched too fast.”

Jungkook grinned.

Then, as if rewarding your lie, he added another finger, pressing deeper, curling just right. Your back arched before you could stop it, pleasure rolling through you in waves.

Your free hand flew to Jungkook’s hair, gripping tightly—whether to push him away or pull him closer, you weren’t sure.

He took it as permission.

Ren kept talking, but his words blurred into background noise as Jungkook devoured you—his tongue, his fingers, all of him utterly focused on unraveling you. Your thighs trembled, your grip on the phone weak as you struggled to stay quiet, to hold yourself together.

Jungkook, utterly satisfied with the way you were falling apart, chuckled against your skin.

And that was your undoing.

A soft, breathy moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

Ren went silent. “Wait—what was that?”

Panic shot through you. Your mind scrambled, searching for an excuse, anything to cover up the absolute mess Jungkook was turning you into.

“Uh—just… hit my knee on the bedpost,” you blurted out, gripping Jungkook’s wrist beneath the covers.

Jungkook, smug as ever, didn’t let up. If anything, he doubled down, dragging his tongue over you one last time, coaxing your body into surrender.

Your vision blurred, your fingers tightening in his hair as your body gave in completely, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Jungkook pulled away just slightly, lips damp, gaze triumphant.

You barely heard Ren’s response, barely remembered what excuse you gave next.

Because Jungkook had won.

And he knew it.

Jungkook didn’t stop.

The moment your body stilled beneath him, shuddering in the aftermath of his tongue and fingers, he moved with quiet, deliberate ease. His hands skimmed over your waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your sleep shirt, tugging it upward.

You barely registered what was happening until the cool air kissed your heated skin.

And then—his breath hitched.

Jungkook sat back on his knees, eyes raking over you in the dim light. His gaze darkened as he took in the delicate lace of your lingerie, the soft fabric hugging your curves. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

He licked his lower lip, hunger flashing in his expression. “You knew,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something deeper.

You swallowed hard, pretending you didn’t understand. “Knew what?”

Jungkook smirked, fingers tracing the strap over your shoulder before snapping it lightly against your skin. “That I’d come to you tonight. That I wouldn’t be able to stay away.” His voice dropped, teasing, coaxing. “You wanted this.”

Your breath caught.

On the phone, Ren was still talking, but his words barely registered in your mind. Not when Jungkook was moving again—turning you onto your stomach, his hands guiding you effortlessly, pressing your body into the mattress.

And then—heat.

Jungkook's mouth found you again, but this time, he buried himself between the soft curves of your ass, his tongue tracing wicked paths along your skin. His grip tightened, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

A sharp, helpless gasp left your lips before you could stop it.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, biting down hard on the pillow beneath you, but Jungkook wasn’t holding back. He was shameless, letting out soft groans as he devoured you, his own pleasure evident in the way his hips subtly rocked against the mattress.

Your body trembled beneath him.

Ren’s voice sounded so distant now, almost like static in your ear.

Jungkook only got bolder. His hands roamed, gripping, squeezing, spreading you further for his tongue. You could feel his own restraint slipping, his breaths heavy, heated.

And then—he flipped you onto your back.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths as you looked up at him. His pupils were blown, jaw clenched with need, his skin warm and flushed.

His gaze locked onto yours as he reached down, freeing himself from his pajama pants.

You swallowed hard at the sight of him—thick, hard, already glistening from his own anticipation.

Jungkook smirked, lowering himself between your legs, rubbing himself teasingly between your folds, dragging the length of him over your heat, slow and deliberate.

Your head tipped back, frustration curling through your body. The phone was still in your grip, but your mind was too clouded to focus anymore, your lips parting in surrender.

Jungkook leaned in, mouth brushing against your ear. “Let it go,” he whispered. “You’re not paying attention anyway.”

And before you could react, he plucked the phone from your hand and ended the call.

Your heart stuttered. “Jungkook—”

“The show was fun,” he murmured, tossing the phone aside before pressing his weight against you. His lips ghosted over yours, teasing, tempting. “But now, I need to fuck you the way I’ve been dying to.”

And then—he sank into you.

A sharp gasp left your lips, swallowed instantly by Jungkook’s mouth as he kissed you, deep and messy, tongues tangling, breaths uneven. His movements were slow at first, savoring the feeling of finally being buried inside you, but the restraint didn’t last.

Soon, his hips moved with purpose, rolling into you, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Every thrust sent heat spiraling through you, pleasure building, consuming.

Neither of you held back now.

Your nails raked down his back, his lips moved along your jaw, down your throat, sucking bruises into your skin. His breathy groans mixed with your soft, choked whimpers, the heat between you unbearable, electric.

The tension snapped at the same time.

Your body arched, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure crashed over you, waves of heat rolling through your limbs. Jungkook groaned against your mouth, his rhythm faltering as he followed, burying himself deep, his breath ragged against your skin.

For a moment, the world was quiet.

Jungkook stayed there, pressed against you, his forehead resting against yours as your breaths evened out. His body was warm, solid, grounding.

And then—he shifted, rolling onto his side, pulling you with him.

You didn’t need words.

Jungkook simply tangled his legs with yours, arms pulling you close, keeping you tucked against him as exhaustion crept in. His lips brushed your forehead, soft this time.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

And neither were you.

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[roseyuri]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ PUSHIN’ N PULLIN’ kim minji x reader

𝜗𝜚 MINJI & YN BEING AND OLD MARRIED COUPLE FOR FIVE MINUTES 972k veiws

౨ৎ warnings: idol!au, 6th member reader, minji and yn argue like it’s their 9-5 job… again, yn and minji from pushin’ n pullin’

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP ONE

“yn, you’ve been quite popular lately huh?” the interviewer said to yn, this was new jeans first comeback and their first time being on a radio show and yn seemed to be the target of questions so far with her popularity right off the bat after their debut.

”she’s everyone’s ideal type.” another one of the guys added as the watched her bashfully smile while laughing nervously, brushing the comments off.

“why are you acting all shy, we all know you have a big ego.” minji cuts in looking at yn who sat across the table from her and immediately gave the girl a deadly glare while everyone in the room laughs.

“if I have a big ego you have a big mouth.” yn snaps back at minji quick not even flinching when haerin pinched her arm, while everyone laughs even harder not even realizing this wasn’t some kind of playful banter between minji and yn.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP TWO

“you know me like no other…” yn sang towards the mic that’s in front of her, she swayed to the live band feeling the music.

“see me like no other, and I think I like your point of view…” she sang the words beautifully before looking at minji who raised her brow at yn questioning why the girl was staring at her.

as danielle sang her lines all yn did was stick her tongue out at minji, causing minji to playfully move her face closer to yn but definitely way to close for yn’s comfort.

yn screeched in her mic the sound interrupting danielle while minji bursted out laughing at the way yn embarrassed herself.

as much as yn wanted to give minji a peice of her mind because she hated when minji did that, she saw the look their manager gave them and decided to just look straight ahead for the rest of the song.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP THREE

the group was gathered in a comfy decorated room for their anniversary live, having a casual conversation about their day. the camera captured minji and yn sitting on the couch together, with minji casually resting her arm on the backrest behind yn.

“yn, remember that time you got lost in the building after practice?” haerin asked, giggling at the memory.

yn groaned, covering her face with her hands. “don’t remind me. that was so embarrassing.”

minji leaned in closer, teasing, “you were so panicked that you called me five times in a row. you were practically in tears.”

yn glared at minji, her cheeks flushing. “I was not in tears! I was just... concerned.”

minji chuckled, patting Yn on the back. “sure, let’s call it that. but who came to rescue you, huh?”

yn sighed, knowing where this was going. “you did, okay? you came to rescue me.”

minji grinned triumphantly, giving yn a nudge. “that’s right. see, you need me around.”

yn rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the annoyed smile on her face. “yeah, well, don’t get too cocky. It’s not like I’d get lost again.”

minji leaned back, looking at yn with a knowing smile. “we’ll see about that.”

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP FOUR

the group was filming behind-the-scenes content for their fans. the camera captured yn trying to tie her shoelaces while minji stood beside her, impatiently tapping her foot.

“hurry up, we’re going to be late,” minji scolded, leaning down to help yn tie the laces.

“I can do it myself,” yn grumbled, swatting minji’s hands away.

“you’re taking forever,” minji retorted, finally giving up and crouching down to finish the task herself. “you know, sometimes I feel like I’m raising a child.”

yn pouted, crossing her arms as she watched minji tie the laces perfectly. “I’m not a child, you’re just bossy.”

minji finished and stood up, ruffling yn’s perfectly done hair causing the girl the glare at minji with a smug smile. “you’re right, but at least you know who’s in charge here.”

as minji walked ahead of yn, yn shook her head the camera before following behind the girl.

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP FIVE

during a live, the members were reading comments from fans when one particular message caught their attention.

“yn and minji, you two argue like an old married couple,” hyein read out loud, causing the rest of the members to giggle.

yn scoffed, “yeah, well, minji’s the one who always starts it.”

minji, who was sitting beside yn, shook her head in mock disbelief, “excuse me? you’re the one who always has to have the last word.”

“oh please, I just defend myself because you never stop nagging,” yn shot back, glaring at minji.

the fans flooded the chat with laughing, thoroughly entertained by their banter. meanwhile, the other members simply watched with amused smiles, knowing this was just another typical day for minji and yn

⋆｡𖦹°‧ CLIP SIX

during a photo shoot for a magazine, the concept required the members to pose in pairs, showing off their chemistry and friendship. naturally, minji and yn were paired together for some reason that two girls could never understand . the photographer asked them to do a playful pose, so minji put her arm around yn’s shoulders, pulling her closer.

as they posed yn couldn’t help but groan. “minji, you’re holding me too tight!”

minji side eyed yn , tightening her grip just a little more. “I’m just making sure you don’t run away.”

yn whined, trying to wiggle out of minji’s hold. “I’m not going anywhere! but seriously, loosen up a bit.”

the photographer snapped a few shots, capturing their natural banter. “perfect, just like that! You two are so comfortable with each other.”

both yn and minji side eyed the man at his words.

[volt44ge]

the calm before the storm.

oliver bearman (F1) x social media admin!reader

⋆˙⟡ When the weather puts the Japanese GP to a halt, two rookies—one behind the wheel, the other behind the screen—find quiet comfort in unexpected company.

word count: 1,227

notes: fluff, slow-burn, anxious reader and comforting Ollie, a new garage duo in the making…?

a/n: MY FIRST EVER FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN PLS BE NICE english isnt my first language either and this wasn’t proofread but enjoy!!

Being back in Suzuka meant dealing with one of the more demanding circuits on the calendar. Between the technical corners, long straights, and ever-shifting weather, it was a beast of its own. And today, as predicted all week, ithe rain hadn’t stopped from the moment you woke up. Puddles glistened along the pit lane, and the clouds showed no signs of clearing.

Just a few hours earlier, race control has confirmed to each teams that the race will be delayed.

Inside the garage, the atmosphere was oddly calm. Some teams are going through last-minute race strategies, some are milking content whilst having their drivers stuck in place, and some just laughed over card games and half-finished cups of instant coffee. It was that rare kind of lull where the usual tension of race day fizzled into something quieter.

Your marketing director had just wrapped up a last-minute team “discussion”— nothing too pressing, just a rundown of deliverables and content expectations for the upcoming week. As your colleagues scattered back to their corners of the garage to proceed on their assigned content, you remained in the hallway, staring at your spreadsheet with dread.

“How do I even finish this in less than 48 hours…?” you muttered under your breath, scrolling through piles of tasks that were apparently “light” enough for a newbie like you.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure approaching. Tall, rain-slicked curls still drying, and hands wrapped around a steaming mug.

“Tea?” he asked, voice soft, almost hesitant. He held the mug out towards you. You captured a quick glance of the label hanging by the side. Earl Grey, your favorite.

You blinked. “Sure, yeah… Thank you.”

He offered a small, warm smile. “I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself, I’m Oliver. Well… Ollie, I guess.”

You smiled back, already warmed by more than just the tea. Real humble, you thought. “Yeah, I don’t think we’ve had the opportunity of working together yet. I’m Y/N”

“I don’t think i’ve seen you around last season— you’re new?”

You knew that Ollie has been around the garage longer than you since he’s had the opportunity to race with Haas a couple of times the previous season.

“Yeah. Joined at the start of the year,” you nodded awkwardly. “Just trying my best to get familiar around the team… It’ll take some time,” you blushed.

You earned a soft giggle from him. “Hey, same. Rookie year for me too. I guess we’re both just trying to survive.”

There was a brief pause—comfortable, but not awkward—as the rain pattered steadily against the roof above.

“No, yeah, I’m sure you’ll get by just fine,” he added, tone sincere.

Ollie turned towards the little makeshift common room tucked just down the hallway—a few worn couches, a monitor with the live broadcast muted, and scattered paper cups of half-empty coffee and tea from the rest of the crew. He took a seat on the corner of the couch, then looked up and patted the space next to him, inviting you.

You followed, tea in hand, and sat down.

“How’s it going with all the team content stuff?” he asked, taking a quick peek at your screen.

“Eh, I don’t know. I mean… it’s going I guess…?” you sighed, flipping the iPad around so he could take a better look at your spreadsheet. “Supposedly these are all the “lighter” tasks for me since I’m new, but I really don’t get how all of this translates to ‘light’”

Ollie leaned in to scan it. His eyebrows shot up. “This is the ‘light’ stuff?”

“Right?” you laughed, half exasperated, half-grateful you got yourself someone who understands you. “Apparently I’m expected to shoot, edit, upload, and copywrite for I-don’t-even-know-how-many languages in less than 48 hours, but yeah sure. Light.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I thought racing was intense. Yeah… good luck with all that.”

You shrugged, still smiling. “Yeah thanks. I mean… Can’t complain too much since I’m more than grateful to be here… But yeah! Guess we’re both getting thrown into the deep end.”

There was something comforting in it—in sharing that unspoken understanding. You were both new. Still uncertain in your own unique ways. But sitting here, face to face, sipping tea while the rain fell in steady sheets outside, it felt as though everything’s going to be just fine.

He nudged your shoulder gently. “Well, if you ever need a break from all that—someone to film, or just someone to complain to—I’m probably lurking around somewhere.”

You met his eyes for a second longer than before. “Thanks, Ollie. I might take you up on that.”

“Good,” he said, leaning back into the couch. “I hope you do.”

Ollie gave you a sideways glance. “So… if you’re handling all those lighter stuff, does that mean you’re responsible for editing those silly TikToks of me and Esteban then?”

You laughed, covering your face with your hand. “You caught me, yes. I understand if you’re not going the forgive me.”

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound that made your stomach flutter unexpectedly. “Look, I must admit it was good content. Very Gen-Z, you definitely know what you’re doing.”

You smiled into your tea, grateful for how easy it felt to sit here with him. There was something nice—strangely grounding—about talking to someone your age in the garage, who was also still figuring things out. His presence calmed the chaos buzzing in your brain.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, nudging your elbow with his. “If you ever need help with filming, I mean it. You know how they say that drivers are usually the worst when it comes to social stuff, but… I don’t mind”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you. volunteering yourself as tribute?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged with a smirk. “You seem like you need a win.”

You were just about to respond—something teasung, something to match the warmth rising in your cheeks—when a voice crackled through the team radio behind the wall.

“Attention all crew members—race control is monitoring a weather window. Be on standby. We’ll provice further updates in fifteen.”

Just like that, the stillness shifted.

Outside, engineers began quietly mobilizing. Crew members started moving with purpose again, checking the tire sets and adjusting strategy sheets. The rain hadn’t stopped but the buzz of maybe soon was starting to fill the air.

Ollie straightened slightly, stretching his arms. The calm before the storm—literally—was over.

“Well,” he said, standing and offering you his hand, “looks like they’re calling us back to life.”

You took it, letting him pull you off the couch with surprising ease.

“Guess the peace was short-lived,” you said, brushing imaginary dust off your shirt, when really you were just trying to steady your nerves.

“Hey,” He said, catching your gaze before you turned. “Seriously, don’t let all that content eat you alive just yet. You got this”

Your heart tugged at the unexpected softness in his voice. You gave a small smile. “And you—Don’t let Suzuka chew you up out there.”

He grinned. “No promises.”

As the boy jogged lightly back toward the main garage area, you stood for a moment longer, watching him disappear into the chaos, still clutching your half-empty tea.

It was nothing. Just small chat.

Just two rookies killing time in the rain.

And yet… your chest felt a little lighter.

part 2…?

[ashwhowrites]

Hiii i really lovee your writings! Hope can make it into your request list. I'm thinking of simp eddie doing everything that he can to keep his girlfriend's attention on him all day, especially when there is an event outside that gets her busy from catering to his needs. And one thing that he can't stand, is waking up to an empty side bed. Thank you!

This was adorable. And I'm definitely Eddie in this situation. I want my partners attention 24/7. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Her attention

Eddie was smitten and in love with his girlfriend, and everyone knew it. It didn't matter if it was a stranger or his best friend, it was clear he lived for the attention of her.

Y/N and Eddie have been together for a year and the honeymoon phase never fizzled. He loved her more as each day passed.

And he loved having her attention focused just on him. If her eyes wandered elsewhere, he was quick to bring her eyes right back. He was like a little puppy, with his soft eyes and hyper attitude when she looked at him. He sat and waited at the door, staring at the window all day long, and bounced at her feet once she walked in.

He didn't like to be alone, and she knew that. She was happy to bring him along everywhere if he was welcomed. She loved that boy just as much as he loved her.

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Y/N led Eddie into the restaurant and he refused to let go of her hand. She loved how he followed her around with no thoughts in his pretty boy's head.

"Last to join us, I wonder why," Steve teased as the couple joined the gang in a large booth. His eyes looked to Eddie as he made room.

"Traffic," Eddie lied

"At least you had someone to keep you busy," Robin added as she flicked the red lipstick on Eddie's neck. He flinched and muttered ow.

Eddie kept his hand in hers as they ordered their drinks.

The gang was quick to jump into a conversation.

"How is the new job?" Nancy asked, her eyes on Y/N

"It is so good!" Y/N exclaimed with a smile. "My boss is very nice and the workload isn't too bad."

She felt Eddie's fingers tap against her thigh but she continued to talk. "My coworker did the funniest thing!"

The longer she told the story, the more she felt Eddie's fingers tapping her thigh. He began to poke her skin as he waited for her to notice him. He ignored everyone else, his head turned just to face her. His puppy eyes frowning as he waited for her to look back at him.

The group laughed as she finished the story, Dustin quick to add on with his own. Y/N gave him her full attention as she listened. She gave Eddie's hand a squeeze, but that didn't satisfy him.

"So Eddie!" Mike went to ask a question as Y/N talked with the group. But Eddie didn't bother to turn around. He waved Mike off with his free hand.

Eddie groaned as Robin brought her into another conversation.

The drinks were dropped off and the food was in the kitchen. And Eddie still didn't have her attention.

He huffed and puffed, pouting like a baby as he kicked whoever started a conversation underneath the table.

"OW!"

"OW!"

"EDDIE STOP!"

"Edward!" Y/N scolded, as the table grumbled in pain. Her eyes finally looked over to him. That excited puppy look in his eyes. He smiled like he did nothing wrong, just excited that she was finally paying attention to him.

"Yes, my love?" he asked, picking up her hand to kiss the back of it.

"Stop hurting our friends!"

~

It took another five minutes before Eddie started pouting again. Her attention was on Nancy, as Eddie groaned.

"We'll be right back," Y/N said as she dragged Eddie out of the booth. The tabled "ooo" ed as Eddie flipped them off.

They went outside and rounded the corner to be out of eyesight.

"What is the deal?" She snapped, her hand dropped his as she crossed her arms.

Eddie knew she was slightly pissed, but he knew exactly how to get out of it.

"I wanted to get you alone," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the wall

"Why?"

He didn't say anything, just grabbed her arm, making her uncross them. He grabbed her hand and yanked her right against him. She gasped as her body smacked into his hard chest.

"Because this is more fun," he whispered as he looked into her eyes. His eyes flashed down to her lips before he leaned in. She closed her eyes and met him halfway in a steamy kiss. He let go of her hand to wrap his arms around her waist. She moaned as his tongue slipped in her mouth. Her hands were against his chest as she kissed him harder.

She moaned as he moved his hand down to her ass. He budged his knee between her legs and pushed her hips against him.

~~~

Y/N and Eddie were finding their seats. Y/N munched on Twizzlers as Eddie led them to two open seats. The previews played on the big screen and Eddie dug into the popcorn.

As the lights dimmed and the movie started to roll, Eddie remembered why he hated the movie theater. He had to be silent, he couldn't talk to his girlfriend like he wanted. And he was supposed to keep his hands to himself. If he can't touch her or talk to her, how would he ever get her attention?

Eddie barely made it thirty minutes into the movie before he slipped his hand in hers. She held his hand back but eyes focused on the movie. He rubbed her hand with his thumb, but her eyes were locked on the film.

He unlaced their hands and grabbed her chin instead. He softly turned her head and kissed her lips. She thought it was a quick peck, but Eddie had other things in mind.

~~~

Eddie groaned as the morning sunlight shined through his window and right on his eyes. He turned his body, reaching for Y/N but felt his hand hit the empty space.

He shot up immediately and opened his eyes.

"BABY?" he screamed into the empty room

"SHOWER"

He got out of bed, yawning as he crossed the hallway to the open bathroom door. He watched as her body slid behind the curtain and the water began running.

He rubbed his tired eyes and then slipped out of his boxers. He opened the closet and grabbed another towel. Placing it on the hook next to hers.

He didn't say anything as he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower. He wrapped his arms around her waist and planted his head on her shoulder. He pecked her cheek and hummed in delight as the warm water began to soak into his curls.

"I missed you," he said into her skin

"I missed you too, baby," she said, turning her head to give him a quick kiss.

~~~

"And then he-"

Eddie groaned as Y/N talked on the phone. He was lying on her bed with his guitar. He strummed a few random chords as she gossiped with one of her friends. Her back was to him and he hated it.

"Babeeeeeee" he whispered but she didn't turn around

"Babyyyyyy" he tried again, she turned but held her finger up

He rolled his eyes and picked up his guitar, he stood right behind her, waiting for her to turn around.

"One sec, Rob. Eddie needs to show me something," she sighed. She turned to Eddie with a questioning look.

"I learned a new song! Listen!"

~

Robin sighed as she waited for Y/N to return to the phone. After a while, she heard the guitar stop and the couple whispering. Then it got silent

"Y/N, you there?" she asked

more silence

then a high-pitched moan came through the phone along with Eddie's name.

Robin gagged and hung up the phone. She'll try to have Y/N's attention another day.

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[shy-writer-999]

Summary: On tonight’s menu is Sanji, pillow humping, instruction, and praise. Enjoy! ~3.2k words.

CW: Afab reader w/gendered pet names (‘pretty girl’), dirty talk, pillow humping, masturbation, praise, instruction, edging, tiny bit of crying, sloppy head and deep throating.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Sanji will never forget the day he walked in on you humping your pillow. The concentration on your face, your warm cheeks, your ruffled hair—all of it was seared in his brain indefinitely.

That day, you let out a squeak (or was it a screech?) of embarrassment and toppled over, bright red and frozen. He took in the sight with ravenous eyes, saving a mental screenshot. “Fuck. Sorry to barge in, princess. Just wanted to let you know that dinner’s ready.”

He closed the door almost as quickly as he opened it and stalked away to the bathroom. The food could wait for another three minutes. That’s all the time he would need to cum on his fist.

A couple weeks later, he broached the subject.

“I want to see you do it again, my love.” He was initially nervous making a raunchy request like this. He has a general proclivity to making love or letting you use him however you like. But he had been ruminating on this idea for a while and he was insatiable.

“You want me to hump my pillow while you watch?” Puzzled, you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly.

“Mhm. Please? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“Okay, you can watch.” You smiled and his heart thumped. He was painfully infatuated with you.

Not long thereafter, you hovered over a pillow, poised at the end of your bed. Sanji sat on a chair in front of you. His thighs were spread wide and he had no cigarette—he needed to be as focused as possible.

You looked at him, hesitant and embarrassed. This didn’t need to be awkward, but… he was fully clothed, and you were completely naked. It added to the effect. It’s like you were about to put on a show.

You and Sanji had been seeing each other for a couple months at this point, but it was taking some time to get fully adjusted to Sanji being more than just a crewmate. This added to that feeling of hesitation.

“Don’t be shy, my love. Just do it like you did before.” His voice was soothing and gentle.

“I will but… it’s a little hard to just hump my pillow and get off immediately.”

“Could I talk you through it? Give you instructions?” You weren’t expecting him to say that. Heat creeping up your neck, threatening to take over your face, and you nodded.

“What were you thinking about when I walked in on you last time?”

“You.” You had no idea why you felt so shy and timid right now. Usually, it was you who took the lead in the bedroom. But now you were on full display, vulnerable and on the verge of getting performance anxiety.

“You were thinking about me?” The hint of smugness in his voice accompanied some tenderness as well. “What about me, exactly?”

“That one time when you fucked me really hard a few weeks ago and then came on my face.”

“After you squirted?”

“Mhm.” You nodded again, cheeks smarting with heat.

Another soft smile from the handsome chef. “Do you remember how I started to finger you through your panties first? Think about that and start to move your hips slowly.”

You did as he said, albeit apprehensively. You delicately rolled on the smooth fabric while Sanji continued to jog your memory.

“I ran my fingers up and down, then I rubbed little circles on your clit, right? And you started moaning so sweetly. It felt good, didn’t it?”

“Y-yeah,” you answered and maintained Sanji’s blistering eye contact. He broke it every few seconds to stare down at the place where your flesh moved on the pillow.

“What did I do after that?” He prompted.

“You ate me out.” As you gingerly shifted back and forth, pressure built on your clit. It didn’t feel good yet, but something was certainly building.

Sanji continued. “What was the best part of me eating you out?”

With one particularly well-placed grind on your sensitive spot, your hips bucked.

“The best part was when you fucked me with your tongue… and rubbed my clit with your fingers at the same time.”

“Mmmm.” Sanji paused as he savored the memory. “I remember that. You got worked up so fast, it was cute. Keep moving your hips, okay? Just increase the pace a little for me.”

You did as he said, undulating slightly faster. The friction on your clit was turning into small zaps of electricity.

“Does it feel good yet, baby?” He was laser-focused on you. Your bashfulness had subsided by now as you got distracted with mounting pleasure from your tingling core.

You nodded soundlessly. Faint rustling noises of your skin on the fabric filled in the room, barely audible. Sanji was hard and the tent in his pants was showing, large and impressive.

“Keep going like that, sweetheart. You look so pretty right now.”

You smiled at him in between thrusts and his cock twitched.

He prompted you again. He wanted you to narrate the encounter for him, to relive the sex that you had initially masturbated to when he walked in on you. “What happened next?”

“You put your cock in me—fuck—and told me how good I was being for you.” Your voice strained.

“Did you like it when I said that to you, darling?” Sanji’s tone was warm. He could tell by your facial expression that you were starting to buzz with pleasure and fuck, it got him off.

“Yeah, I did—fuck—Sanji.” Hearing his name tumble from your lips made his cock jumped again. He stared intently at the place where you pressed yourself on the pillow.

“Well, if that’s the case, you’re being so good for me right now. Following my instructions so well. Why don’t you go move a little faster?”

Your breath hitched at his suggestion, and you started to rock your hips faster. Arousal seeped out of you and heat simmered in your stomach.

“Are you getting wet yet, baby?” Sanji’s voice was positively oozing with lust. He crept a hand to his aching erection and started palm it.

“Yes, Sanji.” You answered, breathless, becoming aware of just how wet you were. You were soaking the fabric and it allowed you to hump smoother, with more fluidity and ease.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” When you met his eyes, he grazed his palm harder over his cock and groaned softly. “Fuck, you look so good.”

His praise went straight between your thighs and you whimpered. He had to bite his lip to keep in another groan. He didn’t want to get too riled up yet.

Sanji was determined to talk you through the whole tryst. He noticed how your expression was starting to change. As your groove quickened, he observed that your eyes were getting dazed and glossier, your mouth hung open in concentration, and your cheeks were still pink… it was making him feel feral and rabid.

You brushed your clit at the perfect angle and your hips bucked again. That was his cue. Sanji unzipped his pants and tugged the waistband down along with his underwear. His long cock sprang out, red and inflamed around the head, smeared with precum and twitching. He didn’t touch himself yet, though.

“What else did you like about us having sex?” He asked, trying to keep you as present and cognizant as possible. It was far too early for you to get lost in a haze of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, it feels good Sanji. I—I liked when you played with my clit, fuck, and made me squirt. And when you said those things to me.”

He hummed, content with his progress so far. You sure looked like you were enjoying it. Each thrust looked more desperate than the last.

“How do you feel, gorgeous? Are you making a mess of yourself yet?”

Your back arched at one ecstatic roll. “Feels so good Sanji—’m so wet, fuck, feels even better when you watch.”

He groaned at your last words and brought a hand to his hard length. As he dragged pearls of precum down his shaft, his hips jerked upwards. He pulled his shirt up to run a hand over his abs and happy trail as he lazily started to move his fist up and down.

“Press down harder, my love.” His instructions, once followed, elicited a full-fledged moan from your lips. You dug your hips down forcefully. He could see a sizable stain on the fabric any time you pulled your hips back.

“Fuck Sanji, fuck, fuck.” As you keened his name, he tightened his grip around his cock.

“You look so beautiful. Don’t you want to go faster?” He purred and continued to stare at you rhythmically ride the pillow.

You nodded and whimpered. “Wanna go faster.”

“Mmmm. Needy little thing. Lean forward and brace yourself on your forearms. Now hump faster and look at me.”

As you collapsed forward to rest on your forearms, the angle of your eyes upwards and your position in general made you realize how pathetic and horny you must look, like an animal, rutting away for Sanji to instruct.

“Ah—ah fuck, Sanji, fuck ‘m gonna cum soon,” you keened, feverishly grinding down onto the sopping-wet mound. He was stoking his cock faster now, hips pressing up every few seconds to fuck his fist better. When he heard you say you were about to cum, his tone dropped all warmth. He responded immediately.

“Stay still.” He frowned, tone stern and harsh. “Don’t cum yet. We just started. Be patient for me, okay?”

You whined in protest, ceasing movement, while he continued to fuck his fist. Milky precum leaked out of his slit, smudging with each pass of his fingers.

“Tell me what happened after I made you squirt. Walk me through it.” Sanji held your orgasm at bay while he made you recite.

“Y-you kept fucking me.” Now you were frowning, too. You were fully worked up. It wasn’t very nice of him to tease you.

“In what position, dearest?” He loved to hear you get bratty. It made his heart warm and his cock throb.

“Doggy style with your chest pressed on my back…”

“I was humping you like you’re doing to your pillow, right?” Sanji cooed and you nodded, pouting.

The blonde squeezed the base of his cock and held it there for a second while he looked at you—your cheeks were ruddy, you were panting, a faint sheen of sweat glowed on your skin. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the view.

“Then what?” He prodded. “Keep talking, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

You were getting frustrated. You craved friction. You were about to shamelessly start pleading and begging for it. “Sanji,” you whined. “You rubbed my clit again and then you—fuck, Sanji, can I keep going? I need it, please.”

“Finish your sentence, pretty girl.”

“You rubbed my clit again and then you made me cum.” You choked the words out. You were on the verge of crying. You’d never been teased like this before, let alone from Sanji. Your core was pulsing, screaming for attention.

“C’mon, sweetheart. What else? That’s not all that happened.” His tone was one of pity, with traces of playfulness and admiration.

“Sanji, fuck. I gave you head, and you came on my face while you talked down to me. There, that’s all.” You huffed, extremely put out. The agony of being held at bay like this was infuriating.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, I loved it, Sanji. Now please, please let me keep moving.”

“One more question, darling. What did you like about it?”

Your thighs tensed, readying to keep fucking your pillow at his command. “It—it felt dirty when you talked down to me. Fuck. Felt dirty when you told me what to do.”

Finally. That was the answer that he was looking for. “There you go. Move your hips for me, baby. Back and forth.”

You practically jumped into action, returning to your previous speed rapidly. Every push downwards was greedy and hurried. Sanji stroked his cock faster and precum spilled over his fingers as he praised you—the clacking sounds of his lubricated fist down echoed in the room, along with the muted, lewd sounds falling from your parted lips.

“You’re doing so well for me. Go a little faster.”

The pleasure that was flooding your body in ripples was about to raise to a final crescendo. You moaned his name and rocked erratically over the fabric, chasing the wave of euphoria that beckoned.

“S-sanji, Sanji, fuck ‘m close, so close, fuck, fuck.”

When he responded, his voice was gravelly, sinful and sugar-coated. “You did such a good job being patient, gorgeous. Now cum all over your pillow for me. But look at me when you cum, okay? I want to see it in your eyes.”

You mewled his name as you pushed down harder, humped faster, and clawed fistfuls of the covers below you. Sanji twisted his hand around the head of his cock, hissing in air between his teeth at the sensation, taking in the view.

He couldn’t wait to watch you squirm for him over the mound of fabric, nasty and desperate, all from his instruction. He wanted to cum on your face, mark you as his, use your throat and treat you with love after.

His pace quickened. He needed you to know how beautiful you were and how good you were being for him. “You look so, so hot, fuck. Do you feel good? Tell me, baby.”

“I—fuck—fuck Sanji, feels so good, I’m c-cumming I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

As you finally reached your breaking point, you spasmed and locked eyes with him, per his request. You basically screamed his name, writhing on shaking thighs. The euphoric wave of pleasure made you see stars.

“Just like that. Keep rocking your hips through your orgasm. It’ll feel good.”

You fell forward onto your face with a sob, jerking uncontrollably as last sparks of climax hit you like a train. It was truly the most dramatic, mind-bending orgasm you’d ever experienced. Absolutely crazy considering it was all from humping a pillow while Sanji watched.

You got a few spare seconds of reprieve before you had to get back to work.

“Look up, honey. You’re not done yet.” The chef smiled and stood up, cock erect and dripping. Bending down to lift you by your chin, he pressed his lips on yours, gently exploring your mouth with his tongue as you let out warm puffs of air in his. You tried to catch your breath but having his tongue swirl around yours made it difficult.

When he spoke again, his voice was husky and low. He was using every shred of self-control to get out his next words.

“Milk my cock with your throat now, sweetheart. I wanna cum all over your gorgeous little face again. That sound ok?”

Still in bliss, you nodded and opened your mouth wide. He quickly shoved his shaft so far into your mouth that you gagged on the first pass.

Sanji’s hands ran through your hair and he let out a deep, satisfied groan. “Mmmm. Fuck that’s good, angel.”

He pushed your head down and controlled the depth and speed of his cock as slid it over your tongue. The pillow below you was wet and damp on your still-pulsing core.

“God, your mouth feels good. Slippery and—ah—hot, just like your pussy, so wet, fuck.”

He pressed his tip on the back of your throat, eliciting another gag. Precum trickled out of the corners of your mouth, messy and creamy. The whole bottom half of your face was wet and shiny.

“Do you want my cum, lovely? Want it all over that pretty face of yours? Look at me.”

You craned your neck upwards with trouble and he when you met his eyes, he grunted and shoved his cock deep in your mouth again. You choked on it, letting out a muffled moan, a plead for air that he ignored.

“Fuuuhhhhccckkk. Suck harder, my love.”

Hollowing your cheeks like he told you, Sanji admired how obedient you were being for him, how your lips wrapped around his shaft, the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and your blown out pupils. He was grunting so loud it could be heard on the other side of the ship.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck.” His grip on your head tightened. You hummed on his cock one last time, knowing that would push him over the precipice of orgasm. His deep groans turned into whimpers as he bent over, grabbing your head while he grinded his length on your tongue.

“Ahhhhh, th-there you go, fuck you’re so good for me baby, fuck, ‘m cumming.”

Sanji convulsed and shoved his cock in your throat one last time, relishing how you squeezed around his shaft, before he ripped it away from your lips and exploded all over your face.

You caught as much of his sticky cum with your tongue as you could, but rogue stripes graced your cheeks and forehead. There was literally so much cum. The whole time he drained his balls over your face, he groaned the most obscene, filthy noises you’d ever heard.

Standing over you, he panted as his cock dribbled last hot pearls on your tongue. From this angle, with your face covered in his seed and your legs numb, he looked better than usual. He always looked good, but damn, right now he looked good.

You licked your lips, drinking up the slightly salty, mild taste of his orgasm. When he was done stroking himself, Sanji kissed you and petted your hair for a moment before he wiped your face down and slid the pillow out from under you.

Peeling the pillowcase off, he had the gall to suck on the saturated wet spot from your juices. He palmed his cock just a tad, still sensitive from his orgasm, then folded the case and pocketed it. Later, he would inevitably suck on it some more and then wrap it around his hard cock, replaying the evening in his mind.

You couldn’t walk afterwards. Well, you technically could walk, but not well. Your legs were like jello and sore. You didn’t need to walk, though. Sanji carried you around and brought you food anywhere you wanted. He was extremely satisfied with the evening, to say the least.

that’s all for this one~~ i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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[bbrissonn]

Hi love! Can I please request a Will Smith fic? Just him and reader having super soft morning cuddles and making breakfast and Will can't stop touching her? Like has an arm around her at all time, chin on her shoulder, etc. Thank you!! 💙💙

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ warnings: mentions of NSFW but no direct scene, slight swearing, complete abuse of the "slowly" on my part so be prepared for that lol

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing: will smith x fem!reader

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ under the cut !

"will..." you mumbled as your eyes slowly opened, the warmth of your boyfriend's lips on your neck. one of his hands was on your waist, while the other was wrapped under you, bringing you closer to his naked chest, the heat radiating on your back.

"mhm?" he hummed as his kisses trailed further down your neck. you let out a soft hum of happiness as his hands started caressing your side.

"slow down." you whispered as one of his hands started trailing down your body, the other slipping under your - his - shirt and up your chest. but you showed no sign of actually wanting him to slow down. your body still hadn't moved, and you made no effort to pull his hand out of your shirt like you always did.

"sure." he whispered sweetly, but neither his hands or lips left your body or slowed down, if anything, his lips where now pressing kisses to every patch of skin he possibly could. he eventually came back up to your neck, slowly creeping closer to your face.

"that's not slowly down, idiot." you giggled, finally finding the motivation to move. you spun around in his grasp, now face his chest. this meant will's lip left your skin, and he was now smirking down at you.

"morning, pretty girl."

"hi." you giggled as the boy leaned down and pressed multiple kisses to your lips. both of his hands were now on your ass, a gasp leaving your mouth as he lightly lifted you, rolled onto his back, with you ending you on his lap.

"william." you warned, your eyes staring into his. he had a wide grin on his face as his hands slowly want back to your waist.

"yes?" he asked innocently, making you roll your eyes before letting yourself fall onto his chest. you moved your legs down his body, now completely laying onto of him as his arms wrapped fully around you, keeping you close to him. "boring." he joked, his voice low.

"i heard that!" you exclaimed, making the boy chuckle a bit. a smile grew on your face as his chest rumbled beneath you his heartbeat then taking over. one of your hands move up to his shoulder as you started drawing little figures on his skin with the tip of your nails.

"it tickles." will giggled as you slowly got closer to his arm, making you chuckle. the two of you laid in silent for almost a whole hour before will slowly started to push you off of him.

"no!" you whined as your whole body now laid on the bed and will slowly made his way out of the bed. "no!" you said again as your boyfriend now sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking back at you. "come back, it's cold."

"i'm hungry!" he laughed, and almost on cue, your stomach growled loudly. "and clearly so are you. i'll go fill up with water bottle." the boy added before grabbing your bottle on the night stand and leaving the room. you pouted slightly, even though he couldn't see you. after about a minute, you slowly exited the bed and walked over to his dresser, pulling out of his sweatpants and slipping them on over your shorts.

"babe?" will called out as you exited the bedroom, walking towards the bathroom.

"yeah?"

"pancakes okay?" he asked as he took a peak in the hallway. you were standing in front of the bathroom as you sweetly smiled over at him, nodding before entering the bathroom. "i love you!" the boy said loudly as you closed the door.

"love you more!"

a couple of minutes later, you joined him by the stove where he was stirring all the ingredients together. you wrapped your arms around his bare chest, your head leaning on his arm. "you're warm." you mumbled as you watched him struggle to mix all of the stuff together.

"you're cold." he answered, earning a small giggle from you.

"don't burn them again." you warned, making will shake his head.

"it was one out of like 6!"

"you still burnt it."

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Love you, Doctor.

Synopsis: You and Karina as a married couple with a different professional career.

Word Count: 991

You were a successful engineer—your days spent buried in calculations, blueprints, and job sites. She was a renowned doctor, often running on little sleep and endless patient appointments. Your schedules rarely aligned. Mornings were kisses on the forehead before parting. Nights were soft sighs and half-asleep embraces. But the love? Always steady. Always there.

You glanced at the time on your watch, wiping grease off your hands after adjusting a faulty valve at one of your sites. It was almost noon. You knew she probably hadn’t eaten.

You pulled out your phone.

“How’s my favorite doctor?” you texted, a small smile playing on your lips.

A few minutes later, your screen lit up.

“Hi sweetheart. Still working. Long day already. How about you?”

You could almost hear the exhaustion in her voice just by reading her words.

“Busy too, but I’m good. I’m dropping off your lunch, Doc.”

The reply came quickly.

“Don’t call me that!”

You chuckled, imagining her flustered expression.

“What? You worked hard for that title. I’m proud of you.”

There was a pause before your phone buzzed again.

“Being called love by you… means more than any title this world could ever give me.”

That was her. Tired but tender. Accomplished yet soft. You stared at her message for a second longer than you should have, heart full despite the distance between you.

You drove to the clinic, a warm meal in a paper bag and a note tucked inside.

“Eat well, rest when you can, and remember I love you—with or without the lab coat.”

She found it and messaged you.

“hey sweetheart received the meal you gave me, thank you, see you later, love you engineer.”

“i’m headed home now doc, see ya, I love you more.”

The day ended the way it always should—soft, warm, and full of love. You and Karina sat on the couch, shoulders touching as the glow of the TV lit up your living room. Plates now empty, a half-watched movie marathon playing in the background, your fingers found hers and stayed there. It didn’t matter what movie was on anymore; what mattered was that she was home, and so were you. After a long day of saving lives and solving problems, this was the part you both looked forward to the most—quiet time, together

When it got late, she rested her head on your shoulder, whispering something about how lucky she felt. You kissed the top of her head, whispered back that you felt the same, and the two of you headed to bed, ready to start it all again tomorrow.

Earlier that afternoon, you were wiping sweat from your brow, checking over some client reports when your phone buzzed.

“Surgery about to start. Won’t be able to message you for another 4–5 hours, sweetheart.”

You smiled.

“Good luck, Doc. I’m dropping off your food in about an hour. Want anything specific?”

Thirty minutes later, your screen lit up—not from her, but from someone else.

“Hey Engineer, this is Doc’s assistant. She says steak with a side of veggies. Thanks again!”

“Got it. Appreciate you.” You packed the lunch, extra care in the way you arranged her favorite utensils, and added a small sticky note inside: “Don’t forget to rest. Love you.”

She didn’t see the meal until five hours later. But when she did, her heart melted—again.

“Hey sweetheart, just got to eat. The food was perfect, love you so much, Engineer. Please have a safe ride home.”

You replied almost instantly.

“On the way now, Doc. See you for dinner. Love you even more.”

Even after two years of marriage, your words made her heart race. Her assistant watched her blush, hiding her face behind her clipboard.

“He wrote you another note again?” she asked with a grin.

Karina nodded, cheeks pink. “Yeah… he always does. He just never forgets.”

She tucked the note into her coat pocket, the same way she always did.

“Lucky, should I marry an engineer too, Doc? What do you think?” her assistant teased, nudging her shoulder.

Karina chuckled, still staring at her phone like it was holding a secret only she knew. She looked up with a dreamy sigh.

“If you find someone who makes ordinary days feel this special,” she said, voice soft, “don’t let them go.”

Her assistant raised a brow. “So… that’s a yes?”

Karina smiled, her heart full.

“It’s a forever kind of yes.”

You arrived home, kicked off your shoes, and let the quiet comfort of your place settle in. Without thinking, your fingers were already typing.

“Hey Doc, just got home. Can’t wait for our dinner. Love you, take care.”

You hit send and smiled, already picturing her reaction. You knew she’d probably read it between patient charts or right after washing up from surgery, but no matter how tired she was—your messages never failed to make her heart flutter.

After an hour or two your phone buzzed.

“Hey love, just finished look at my new eyewear.”

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you were speechless and was drowning in your own flustered state, no matter how long you two have been married for, she’s as beautiful as the day that you met her.

[crescenthistory]

heeeyyyy I love your series with Barty! Can I request for a one shot where they weren’t dating already but the Yule Ball or some Ball is coming up and Barty asks reader to go with him and surprisingly they say yes? Love your work!

hey love! thank you for your kind works<3 i couldn't make the ball work with the timeline and everything, but i've written a hogsmeade dancing floor equivalent lmao

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader (she/her pronouns), no use of y/n, some suggestive flirting, bickering, featuring jegulus and most marauders era characters, dancing, pretending to hate each other

Note: this is set in the grumpy!reader/bickering series before reader and barty get together, so after part 1 and before part 2 and part 3 <3 not sure how i feel about this one

The Three Broomsticks was alive with music, chatter, and a constant hum of laughter. Tonight, every chair, booth and barstool was taken, every inch of the pub was packed with students, all celebrating the Hogsmeade weekend. The air was filled with a kind of rowdiness that had you wedged between Lily and Sirius, sandwiched in a booth that was definitely not meant for seven people.

Across the booth from you, James had his head turned not-so-subtly to the side, practically bending his whole body to get a better look at Regulus, where he was sitting at a table a few metres to your right. The Slytherin boy was not any better, giving James a shy wave that Barty promptly slapped away, with some offhand comment you couldn't hear.

Sirius, stretched out with his arms over the backs of the seats, ever making himself comfortable, looked displeased as he took in the sight. "Can they be any more obvious?" he muttered.

"Let them be," you drawled, half-amused, half-mocking. "Who knows, maybe it'll soften your baby brother's rough edges."

"As if." Sirius smirked, but his eyes softened just a bit.

Your gaze shifted to where Regulus sat, surrounded by friends – Evan and Dorcas in some animated discussion while Pandora seemed to be petting the wall beside her. Opposite Regulus was Barty, hands still all up in Regulus' space. Insufferable.

Even in the dimly lit pub, even in the middle of talking to his best mate, Barty's eyes found yours with the ease of somebody who had been looking far too long. He didn't move his gaze either, instead tilted his head with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, going back to chatting mindlessly with your own group of friends.

James, upon catching Regulus’ eye for about the fifth time in the past couple of minutes, threw his boyfriend a wink that caused him to practically swoon into his drink, promptly turning the colour of a ripe tomato. That was about when you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” you said, barely able to hold back a snort.

“I know,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “They are simply so disgusting.”

“I can hear you, you know,” James huffed, but didn’t look too defeated as he smiled at Regulus once more. If you knew this is what him finally making a move would come to, you might have not encouraged him.

Lily chuckled, reaching over to give James a nudge. “It’s not disgusting, Sirius, it’s sweet. Not that you’d know what sweet looked like if it hit you over the head with a Bludger.”

“Well,” Marlene added, giving James a sly smile, “it is a bit too much on a rather empty stomach.” She leaned her chin in her hands, staring James down. “But seriously, how long do you reckon you two will keep up the pining act from opposite ends of the pub? You're dating aren't ya, go talk and stop making it everyone's problem.”

James opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by a loud, cheerful voice from beside the table.

“Why not ask him yourself?”

There, grinning like he had just won the Quidditch World Cup, was Barty, hauling Regulus close behind him, having decided it was high time to join in on the fun.

"I'd rather not," mumbled Sirius.

"Fantastic news that I wasn't talking to you then, Black."

There was no room for more people to cram into your little booth, but James solved that problem by promptly pulling Regulus onto his lap, ignoring Sirius' pained noise. The two of them immediately launched into soft, excited chatter, blissfully unaware of any and all proceedings around them from then on.

Barty, on the other hand, was still standing, and his gaze swept around the group, eventually landing on you with that familiar, aggravating gleam in his eyes. In this position, you see his t-shirt had its hem cut off and was riding dangerously high over his hips.

“Evening, sweetheart,” he greeted with a lazy smirk, saying it with all the derision he could muster. “You look as miserable as always."

"Funny, I felt quite decent until you waltzed in," you shot back, barely looking at him.

"Was it because you were looking at me then instead?"

Lily furrowed her brows as she looked back and forth between Barty's flirty gaze and your tense expression. "Would that insinuate that you're decent to look at, but awful to speak to, Junior?"

"Yes," Sirius concluded before Barty could defend his case.

"I think decent to look at is a stretch," you mumbled into your butterbeer.

"Now we both know you don't mean that, baby." Barty winked at you, unaffected. "I'm happy to see you’re actually out tonight. Thought you’d be back in the library, plotting ways to charm your way through exams.”

“Only one of us has to charm our way through exams, Junior."

"Actually," Regulus for some reason beyond you, decides to chime in, reciting as if from memory. "He got 12 OWLs."

Barty just pointed at Regulus with a told you so look on his face.

Marlene let out a snicker at that. “Are you seriously fighting already? You've barely been here for five seconds." The last part was aimed at Barty, but the judgement in her gaze was for the both of you.

"You're acting like those old married couples who never shut up," Lily agreed.

“Oh, they wish,” Sirius chimed in, leaning in with a broad grin that dared you to disagree. “Unfortunately for Junior here, our dear friend hates him too much for that.”

Barty didn’t miss a beat. He leaned back, casually draping an arm across the back of the booth and raising an eyebrow at you. “You hate me that much, sweet thing? I hadn’t noticed.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no ignoring the way he was looking at you, with a glint of challenge and something that looked just a little like amusement. “Hating you isn’t something I’d exactly consider a challenge.”

“Oh, but I’m always up for a challenge, and I know you are too,” he said, smirk widening as he shifted closer. “Is that why you keep looking my way? To make sure I’m suffering from all that scorn?”

Your friends exchanged amused glances, most of them failing to hide their grins as they watched the exchange unfold. Even James and Regulus, paused to look your way.

"You are aware that me looking at your table does not equal looking at you, right? We were mocking Jamie here." You ignored James' soft hey at that.

“And," you added pointedly, crossing your arms in defence. "If I were to look at you it would only be to ensure you don’t do anything stupid, Junior. Though, I fear that’s a losing battle.”

Barty didn’t waver, even as your friends gave varying degrees of laughter, clearly relishing in his – and maybe your – misery.

“Please, darling. There’s only one losing battle here, and it’s you trying to resist me.” Barty’s voice dropped to a murmur, and his words sent a shiver up your spine despite yourself. You hoped no one could tell.

Sirius nudged Remus. “Taking bets. How many seconds ‘till she hexes him?”

Remus chuckled, holding up his fingers. “Ten, at best.”

You shot them both a glare, and Barty laughed, a low chuckle that drew your attention back to him. “Well,” he said, his voice just as taunting as ever, “think you’re up for one more challenge tonight?”

“Oh, Merlin,” you sighed, though your pulse sped up, aware of his hand still too close on the back of the booth. “What now?”

He leaned in, his gaze sliding briefly to the newly assembled dance floor in the middle of the Three Broomsticks, where more and more people were swaying to the groovy song that was playing. He didn’t look back at you right away, just enough to let you see his grin widen as he nodded in the direction of the music. “A dance. If you’ve even got it in you.”

There was a moment of stunned silence around the table, then loud, unabashed laughter. Lily was grinning, Marlene and James looked beyond entertained, and Sirius gave Barty a pitying shake of the head.

“There's no way you even tried that, mate,” he said, with a shrug of certainty. “She'll say no. You’d have better luck asking Nearly Headless Nick.”

“Oh, I’m counting on her saying no,” Barty replied, that trademark smirk still firmly in place. His eyes were locked on you now, a challenge shining in them that made your skin prickle.

Everyone was staring, eyes flickering between you both, waiting for you to deny him. Yet, spite bubbled in your stomach at that faux knowing look in his eyes, teasing you with some power you knew he didn't hold over you.

So: "It's on." You raised an eyebrow, matching his smirk. “I’ll dance with you.”

Barty’s grin faltered for just a split second, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly, and the surprise on his face was worth every second of this ridiculous charade.

It spurred you on.

Remus gave you an almost concerned look as you crawled over Lily to get out of the booth and face Barty, making sure to keep your chin up. Your fists were unconsciously curled by your sides and Regulus eyed them curiously.

“Knew you’d come around.”

“No, you didn’t.” You looked up through your lashes at that, and you swore you could see him gulp.

“Oh, well, this should be good,” Sirius muttered, looking around the table as if anyone else could see what he was. Marlene and Lily seemed to be the only ones who exchanged a knowing look, sizing the two of you up as you squared up against each other.

Barty didn’t waste any time. He took your hand, dragging you toward the dance floor with that signature air of self-assurance that was always just a little too smug. The moment you reached the floor, he turned to you, one hand sliding to your waist and pulling you in with far more familiarity than you believed he had any right to. It bothered you even more how natural it felt to you.

“Look at that,” he murmured as you started to sway in time with the music, his voice barely audible over the crowd. “Didn’t think you’d actually say yes.”

“I like keeping you on your toes,” you replied, rolling your eyes as you rested your hands on his shoulders, a bit closer than you had intended.

"Tell me," he drawled. "Do you really hate me as much as you pretend?"

"Even more." You raised a brow at him as you moved surprisingly elegantly together. "And it's not pretend."

"Liar." The smile playing over Barty's lips was coy. He dipped you – unnecessarily, might you add – and the smile widened as his face got closer to yours.

"I can still walk away, you know." You held his gaze, refusing to back down from this odd challenge between you.

"You could," he relents knowingly. "But you won't."

Barty’s fingers tightened just slightly at your waist, his gaze sweeping over you in a way that sent a flash of heat to your face. “Seems to me like you enjoy this as much as I do.”

As I do…

“Please,” you scoffed, but you could hear the slight edge in your voice, and his knowing look told you he’d caught it. “I’m just proving a point. Watching you struggle to keep up is its own reward.”

“Is that so?” His smirk softened into something more intense, his eyes searching yours as you swayed closer together. “Because from here, it looks like I’m the one with the upper hand.”

"You're embarrassing yourself, Junior. Looking entirely too pleased with yourself."

"And you," he replied in a low voice, head dipping slightly to be more in your line of sight. "Look entirely too interested."

"You wish." It was less biting than you had hoped for.

Before you could think of saying anything more, any words caught in your throat as he spun you, his hand steady and warm at the small of your back. You stumbled slightly, and he caught you, his other hand moving to your waist to pull you close again. That slightly cropped shirt of his rode up, and a piece of his bare skin was pressed against you, heat emanating from it. You had to force your eyes to remain either on his face or the background. Your heart was racing, though you fought to keep your face composed, determined not to let him see how much he was getting under your skin.

You decided to play dirty as well, and moved your hands that were around his neck so that your fingers brushed the exposed skin there. You bit back a grin when you saw him shiver, just ever so slightly.

Pushing your luck, you let your nails dig just slightly into his skin, enough for him to know it was deliberate, and you felt his chest hitch a breath against yours. You desperately wanted to shut him up, and this seemed to be working.

The song began to fade, but neither of you moved, the rest of the crowd and your friends seeming to melt away as you held each other’s gaze. His eyes flicked briefly to your lips before settling back on your eyes, and you felt a thrill of anticipation that you couldn’t let yourself fall into.

Your handy eye-roll broke whatever tension was there as you took a half-step away from him, letting your hands just barely brush your chest as they fell back to your sides. His smirk never left, but this time there was something else in his expression – an intensity that hadn’t been there before, a softening around his eyes as they held yours.

It was almost nice. Until he ruined it of course. 

"So, we're, like, lovers now, right?" he teased, cocking his head at you.

“Nice try, Junior,” you said, your voice deliberately cool. “It’s going to take a lot more than one mediocre dance to impress me.”

“Mediocre? I dipped you.”

“Mediocrely.” 

You found yourselves grinning at each other at that.

Something you couldn't quite place, and perhaps didn't really want to, flashed across his face. “Challenge accepted, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and promising. "We don't back down from those, do we?"

Before you could respond, he let your waist go – that you had not realised still lingered in his grasp after you dropped your own hands – and made a mocking bow before he backed several strides away from you, eyes glued to yours. He held his hands up in an I'm innocent gesture before cackling as he turned around to stroll back to his friends. You kicked yourself for still looking at him when he threw you a grin over his shoulder.

You let out a breath, from the total exhaustion that is sparring with Barty Crouch Junior, heart still pounding as you made your way back to your friends. Marlene was grinning like she had just witnessed the scandal of the century, and even Remus and Sirius were exchanging looks, barely holding back their amusement.

“Well, that was… intense,” Lily said, eyebrows raised as she made room for you and handed you your drink. You hopped in beside her, cracking your neck that had grown stiff with tension.

“Oh, please,” you said, waving her off as you took a sip. “He’s insufferable as always.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Sirius said, over your antics for the night.

As you glanced across the pub, catching Barty’s eye for just a second, you couldn’t ignore the way he was looking at you, his gaze lingering with a knowing smile, as if he had managed to peel back a layer of you that you tried to keep hidden.

And from the other side of the pub, his eyes still on you, Barty didn’t look away, his smirk softened into something genuine, something just for you.

[opheliachoii]

Toothbrush ლ

FEATURING : Reo Mikage, Kunigami Rensuke, Isagi Yoichi, Yukimiya Kenyu, and Nagi Seishiro

ABOUT : You're relationship was like into the point of "What are we?" type. Leaving your toothbrush at their place was their last straw.

note : got really busy because of uni.. But enjoy!!

❥･• Reo Mikage

— Reo was peacefully sleeping on his bed with only boxers on. You, as a cheeky person woke up early and prepped up and slowly left his room, leaving a letter on the pillow you used when you slept next to him.

— Time Skip —

Reo soon opens his eyes, as the sun hits his Iris. He turns to his side, expecting you to be there, but it was an empty spot, leaving Reo sulking.

"She's always like this. Does she even know what are we? Or has she not decided yet..." Reo asked himself, as he sat up from laying in bed. Then he turned to the spot you slept in and saw your letter.

Hey plum head~ I enjoyed last night, I went out early, got some errands to do, see you again anytime ;)

"Tch- reasons." Reo just threw your letter back to his bed and went in to the bathroom to freshen up.

He picked up a toothbrush, as he was gonna start brushing his teeth, he paused and scanned the toothbrush he was holding, it wasn't his..

It was yours.

"Fuck this." He placed your toothbrush and went to grab his phone back in his bedroom, and dialed your number.

...

"Hello? Hey plum head! You called?"

"Fuck this shit, come back here, right. now."

You felt shivers down your spine at his tone "Woah there, what happened? I'm coming back tomorrow to return your sweater dumbass" you teased "No. Now."

You went silent in the end of the line.

"What are we.." He suddenly added.

"What are we? Uhm... Friends?" You awkwardly replied.

"Friends don't do what we do, baby come back please and let's sleep all day. I have enough with this shit." He sighed. Your stomach felt a tingle "B-but I—"

"You left your toothbrush here. Are there other reasons not to come back right now?"

"HUH? I DID? SHIT" You slightly panicked and ended the call.

And a few minutes then, you immediately arrived. "That was quick" Reo smirked as he was sitting on the edge of his bed, still with only boxers on "I- uhm.. Hi?" You said as you slowly took off his sweater.

You got startled as he suddenly stood up and carried you in bridal style and threw you in bed "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"Stay. I had enough. Everytime I wake up in the morning I couldn't see that ravishing face of yours." He said as he suddenly kissed you "Now, answer me. What are we?"

You just stared at him filled with love in your eyes, and kissed him back, Reo was stunned.

"Guess.. Plum head."

❥･• Kunigami Rensuke

— Kunigami woke up and was about to hug you but, you were no longer there. "The heck?" He said with a bit if frustration in his tone. He sat up and spaced out for a moment and sighed.

"This woman sure knows how to play with me" He let out a cackle, and shook his head as he went to the bathroom.

He then saw your toothbrush. He just scoffed, grabbed his phone and took a picture both of your toothbrushes.

Rensuke : [ sent a photo ] Cute, like a married couple.

As he was about to put his phone down to brush his teeth, he heard a notification from his phone

You : [ HUH— I LEFT MY TOOTHBRUSH?! JUST GREAT- I'm so sorry T-T I'll get it back this Friday ]

Rensuke : [ Nah, now. Let's brush our teeth together ]

You : [ You gotta be fr- ]

Rensuke : [ Sent a photo ] In a few seconds imma dump this in the toilet >:) ]

He noticed you left him on seen, probably so pissed by the situation, he laughed. "That should do the trick."

— Time Skip —

As he finished showering, he suddenly heard someone barging on the door "KUNIGAMI RENSUKE! GET OUT THIS INSTANT!" He chuckled.

"Well it did work" He smirked, as he got out from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around him "Wha— HEY!! GO CHANGE THE HECK?" He suddenly pounced you, leaving you laying in bed while he was hovering over you.

"Why do always leave me hanging like this.." He spoke as you two had a heavy eye contact "What do you mean?" You got startled as he suddenly kissed you "That."

Your lips suddenly went apart, not knowing what to say. "What are we... I don't want to be like this any longer... The toothbrush was my last straw." He cried.

"I love you!!" You suddenly screamed in his face, leaving him speechless.

"I love you okay!! Damn it.. I thought we're just gonna be friends, I guess we levelled up" You chuckled. He soon scooped you into a hug, and kissed you again.

"FINALLY!! WOOOO!! I CAN FINALLY CONFIRM I AM NO LONGER SINGLE!!" Both of you laughed while still laying in bed.

❥･• Isagi Yoichi

— Isagi woke up as he slowly went to the bathroom being unbothered. But then, he saw your toothbrush next to his. Staring at it for a while, then gasped as he realized.

"SHIT.." Was the word that first came out from his mouth. He quickly went back to the bedroom and saw the bed empty.

"You got to be kidding me.." He grabbed his phone and called you.

"C'mon, pick up the phone..."

...

"Hello? Yoichi?"

He gulped for a second before responding to you at the end of the line. "Where are you..?" He waited for you to reply. "Uhm.. Back home?"

"Oh c'mon, I feel so dumb right now.. Can you come back? It's always like this... You left your toothbrush here"

"Oh shit- REALLY? Can you bring it over?" You pleaded "I could, but I will not." He replied "AW— WHY? Just because it's "only" a toothbrush?"

"I want you to come back here, baby." You went silent.

"B-baby...?! Yoichi.. What's got into you?" "Why stuttering? I said what I said. Now come back, your baby needs you" You sighed "I guess it's time.." You ended the call.

"Huh? Time—?" You left Isagi dumbfounded at what you said.

— Time Skip —

"Yoichi..." You arrived as he stood immediately from bed "PLEASE PLEASE" He suddenly hugged you "Please, don't leave like that next time... You do this every single time..."

"But I thought we're just friends?" You tried to confirm "Do friends kiss each other at night? Make out at nigh—"

"OKAY OKAY I GET IT" You groaned as you stared at Isagi, looking back at you with his boba eyes. "What are we..."

"Okay, maybe I do love you.." "Only maybe?"

"I do. Love you. Yoichi." You sighed, but smiled. "There I said it."

Isagi gave you a peck on the lips "I love you too.. FINALLY I CAN GET TO SAY THAT" He pulled you back to his bed.

"Yoichi... Can you let go— you know what, nevermind, let's rot ourselves in bed the whole day" He hummed as he agreed with your idea. In which you two had closed your eyes and went back to sleep.

❥･• Nagi Seishiro

— Nagi woke up so late, he soon started to stretch his body, but instantly got up from bed because of his leg cramps from stretching.

"Ouch! Ouch!" He groaned. He lazily yawned once again and turned to see an empty space next to him.

"She's gone. Again." He sighed, he stood from his bed and went to the bathroom.

As he was still half asleep, he grabbed your toothbrush by mistake, he noticed beforehand. "This isn't mine.." He paused for a few minutes, he stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while.

"IT'S HERS.." His energy soon boosted through the roof, trying to find his phone. It took him a couple of minutes to notice his phone fell at the corner of his bed, "shit."

He soon tried to call you but didn't respond, leaving him pouting in bed. "She always leaves me like this.." He sighed.

— Time Skip —

You soon decided to return at Nagi's place with a bunch of foods from the convenience store, only to see Nagi laying in bed, staring at the ceiling with zero thoughts.

"Uh... Shiro? Hello? Yoohoo!! Brought breakfast for us— HEY!" He suddenly pulled you back to bed.

"Don't scare me like that again... Leaving without a trace..." He hugged you tightly.

"Uhm.. Shiro you okay? Has something bumped your head? Or are you just hungry?" You asked.

"What are we?" Your eyes widened as he asked the question so randomly "What?"

"I don't need to repeat it.. You heard what I said.." He stared at you blankly. "C'mon. Before I could say something crazy.."

"I.. I.."

"I love you." He whispered.

You froze, "Shiro..." "I love you. Don't leave me again like that please. I'm too lazy to wake up early, please don't leave without me noticing.."

You laughed "Shiro, you're so cute.." You gave him a kiss on the forehead "So was that an 'I love you too'? Hmm?" You chuckled.

"Well, I love you too..." You awkwardly reply "We're official now, you're mine now!" He cuddled you tightly in bed, leaving you feel ticklish. "SHIRO STOP!! IT'S TICKLISH!!" You couldn't stop laughing.

"Leave your toothbrush here so that everyone will know that my future wife is living with me."

"Toothbrush? HUH? I LEFT IT HERE?! "Shh... Let's go back to sleep.." He said as he laid your head in his chest, in which you felt warmth and slowly drifted to sleep, and Nagi lazily spoke with his chasmic voice.

"You can always leave a toothbrush at my place baby."

End.

[biisexualemma]

heal me pt.2. frank castle

word count: 3.3k

requested: i think so?

warnings: injury, bruising, scars

plot: you're home from the hospital to be met with an unexpected visitor

a/n: sorry this took me literally 3 years to write and post, am pretty good at leaving you hanging i'm sorry! hope you enjoy it anyway! didn't proof this so sorry if there are mistakes or if it's kinda shit oops

part 1 / masterlist

"how you feelin' today?" you were met by foggy's friendly face poking around the door, a helium balloon popping up around the door frame with the phrase 'get well soon' printed on it. you couldn't help but crack a smile as he let himself into your room clumsily trying to control the balloon as it kept getting caught around things.

"better," you mumbled groggily, you hadn't long been awake and it was still pretty early. he was dressed in a suit, you figured he was heading to the office after visiting times were over. "how many of these balloons am i gonna' get off you?"

he shrugged, placing the balloon on your bedside table, removing the old one that had been sitting there, sad and deflated that he had brought by a few days earlier to replace the one he had brought in before that. and so on. it was sweet. "you'll keep getting 'em until you get out of this place," he was referring to the hospital room you'd been parked in for over a week now. "which i hear is soon?"

your smile drooped a little, relaxing as he positioned himself on the edge of your bed, careful not to crowd you. "doctor is gonna' check up on me later today and let me know," you pulled the covers further up feeling a slight chill to the room, repositioning yourself with care and caution. you scrunched up your nose, discomfort washing over you as you moved ever so slightly. "i think i should at least be able to go home in the next couple days."

he nodded, his smile faltering as he watched you struggle. he learned pretty quickly though to leave you to it, you didn't like being babied. you'd slapped his hand away when he tried to help you sit up when he first came to visit, so he didn't offer again. "fingers crossed," he mumbled with a less convincing smile.

you held his stare for a moment, opening your mouth to speak but he cut you off. "i just saw karen," he updated, carefully avoiding the questions he knew you were desperate to ask him. "she's hoping to get discharged later today, she's gonna swing by if she does," he added. you nodded with a small smile, because you were genuinely happy that your friend was ok. but your mind was elsewhere. 

"that's good-- i'm glad," you nodded again, eyes averting from foggy's soft blue eyes. your hands fidgeted in your lap. you both sat quietly in each others company for a few minutes until you were unable to stop yourself from asking. "fog—"

"y/n," his head hung, his hand coming up to his face where he rubbed at his closed eyelids. "please don't."

you pursed your lips, a small frown forming on them as the corners of your lips turned down. you reached out your hand, just touching his forearm. foggy let out a heavy sigh when he felt your fingertips pull at his suit, removing his hand from his face and moving it to sit in your palm. 

"i just wanna' know what's going on," you mumbled, your voice came out weak and tired. you'd been in the dark for too long, no one would tell you what was happening on the outside. you had occasional tv privileges which allowed you to catch glimpses of the news, but that didn't paint you the full picture, nor did it ease your mind. "if i could just speak to him— if you could try and get in touch—"

"no," he shook his head dismissively. his eyebrows knitted together, sympathy lining his features as he looked over at you. "look at where you are," he reminded you, not that you needed to be. "the last thing you need is to be wrapped up in whatever mess he's gotten himself into."

"foggy i'm going crazy here," you pleaded, ignoring his attempt to dissuade you. you squeezed his hand, desperate for your friend to hear you out. "all i can do is sit here and think, and overthink. and i can't keep this up, it's exhausting. just knowing that he's safe, hearing his voice even for a minute would just-- it would help— so please."

his eyes never left your face, watching you work yourself up into a frenzy of stress and tire. he wanted to reach out and squeeze you as tight as he could, but he knew better. he settled for a gentle squeeze of your hand before letting it drop.

"i've gotta' get to work," he muttered, gulping as his soft blue eyes trailed away from you. "i'll speak to the nurse about upping your pain meds."

"foggy," you whimpered but he'd already removed himself from your bed and was heading back to the doorway. 

"i'll drop by later, ok?" he stepped backwards as he exited the room, eyes never leaving your sad ones. "and stop watching the news, it doesn't help anyone."

—

you'd been at home for over a week now, you'd been managing things mostly by yourself but you were often visited by matt and foggy and karen. they would come bearing groceries, film rentals and company. you weren't allowed to go back to work yet which made your life all the more unbearable. you couldn't move around or do much outside of your apartment, you'd taken all of the pain killers that had been prescribed to you and now you just had to sit and recover until the pain subsided and the scars and bruises healed.

you'd been keeping up with the news for the past few weeks, they figured out lewis was behind the bombings, not frank, but it was too late for them to do anything about it before the kid killed himself. you hadn't heard too much about anything since then. the news got quiet, people were still freaked about the punisher being alive but nothing new was being reported. nobody knew anything about anything.

you had tried to get in touch with him since you had gotten home, the burner phone would ring out every time, the flowers sitting on your windowsill had wilted in the sun, and you had frequent headaches from all the nights you stayed up waiting for him to appear.

matt knew nothing about it, but foggy urged you to move on and just let go of whatever you had with frank. karen knew better, she had seen first hand the things you would do for each other. she would visit you with sad but persistently hopeful eyes, and a weak smile every time you opened your apartment door. she would mumble to you anything? to which you would shake your head again and you'd both let out a soft sigh and move on with the topic of conversation. 

you carefully lifted your arm as high as you could manage, running your fingers through your freshly washed and dried hair, sitting in front of the mirror as you began to brush through it. you sat still in your towel, eyes vacant as you watched a hollowed out version of yourself try to take care of the person staring back at you. without work to take your mind off of things, you were stuck remembering the events of that day, your brain was stuck on franks face hovering over yours, eyes wide and paralysed with fear. you blinked, bringing yourself back to the mirror in front of you. most of your bumps and bruises were healing pretty well. you had a purple-turning-yellow-ish bruise covering the right side of your face, along your jawline and up towards your temple. it was pretty stubborn, taking longer to heal than the rest. besides that, you had a few scabs lining the little cuts that littered your chest and healing collarbone (you kept taking off the sling despite karen and foggys protests to listen to the doctors instructions), and the cast still covering your leg, of course, keeping you a prisoner in your apartment. 

you jolted  at the sound of a knock of your door, wincing slightly from the abrupt movement. it could only be one of three people, likely karen as she'd left her coat at your apartment earlier. you huffed, throwing the brush down and grabbing the pile of clothes sitting next to you, carefully putting them on as quickly as you could manage. she knocked once more as you tangled yourself in your t-shirt, forgetting the sling, you grabbed one of the crutches and tucked it under your good arm before shuffling over to the front door.

"hang on," you grumbled loud enough for karen to hear through the door because she didn't knock again. you were ready to get a mouthful from her for not wearing your sling, or maybe for not using both crutches, or maybe for your choice in clothing when answering the door.

you unlocked the door and swung it open without checking through the peephole. "forget something?" you rolled your eyes at her forgetfulness, she was just as absentminded as you these days, but as you looked across at who stood behind the door, it wasn't karen.

before you could process his face, beaten and bruised, he swung himself inside your apartment, quickly shutting the door behind himself. he stood close, you hadn't moved an inch. "sorry, didn't want to risk getting caught." you could feel his breath fanning your face. his voice was as gruff and gravely as you remembered. you had missed the sound

the sharp pain in your collarbone had disappeared all of a sudden as every part of your body tried to help your brain figure out how frank castle was standing in your doorway.

his soft brown eyes watched you cautiously, taking you in as the sight before him, his eyebrows knitted tightly when you reached out, his hand meeting your grip immediately and helping keep you upright without your crutch.

with tightly knitted eyebrows, you examined his face with precision, bruised and beaten pretty badly. you wondered what he had gotten himself involved in while he'd been away. something awful, that much was obvious. you gulped, your lips turning into a small pout and your eyes moved back up to his. "do you have any idea how out of my mind worried i've been?"

he knew it was coming, the scalding. he didn't like to keep you out of the loop, but on this occasion he didn't have much of a choice, and you were in no condition to be helping him. it was safer to keep you in the dark until everything had been sorted. which it was. "i've had an idea," he hummed quietly. that much was true. he had to trust that you were in safe hands that weren't his own. he'd barely gotten any sleep for weeks, and when he did he saw your sad eyes and blood-stained toothy smile.

"actually, i don't want to know," you let out a soft huff, eyes glossing over the longer you held his hazy brown eyes. you'd missed him looking at you like this, you'd missed his rough features and his buzzcut, his heavy touch and the way he had an answer back for everything. you'd missed him. "i don't want to know anything--" your lip quivered uncontrollably, so instead of letting him see you cry, you grabbed his shirt and yanked him forward, ignoring the aches and pains as you squeezed him as tight as you could. you tucked your head against his chest and breathed a sigh of relief when his arms wrapped around your shoulders. his head rested on yours, his fingers running up the base of your neck and into the roots of your hair. he breathed in the comforting scent he had missed so much in the last few weeks. his pressed his lips to the top of your head, holding you still.

you let out  a heavy, shaky huff, followed by a quiet sniff. "hey, hey, now," he mumbled tenderly, his hands gliding over the skin of your arms till he reached your shoulders and gave them a gentle push and pulling you back away from him. he gulped watching your face contort, his eyes trailing downwards where he briefly saw cuts, bruises and eventually a cast. his eyes shot back up to yours, he scrunched up his nose for a second, his jaw clenched as his mind flashed again with images of you from that day.

"i missed you," his voice came out low and rough, his hands moved to carefully land on either side of your face, fingertips touching the back of your neck, his thumb grazing the bruise lining the right side of your face. "really fucking missed you, you have no idea, baby," his words were comforting, your arms still stuck to his torso, fingers gripping his shirt, urging him to stay in place just for now.

"i've had an idea," your voice was quiet, repeating his words back to him. he leaned down to kiss your forehead before nudging you backwards, his arm moving to wrap around your waist.

"c'mon, lets get you off that leg," he urged, he could feel how tightly you were gripping onto him, to keep yourself upright. he let you put your weight onto him as he helped you over to the couch. he helped you so you were sat upright, before lifting each of your legs carefully and seating himself beside you, your legs laid atop his and your bandaged foot propped up on a pillow. his hand rested on your inner thigh, tracing circles with his fingertips contently.

you felt safer and more at ease than you had done for a really long time, you released a content sigh, you wished it could be like this all the time. your head slumped forward so you could be closer to him, he leaned forward, nudging his forehead against yours. "how you feelin'?" he asked quietly.

in truth, you were still in a lot of pain, more than you had admitted to anyone, but if you thought about it too much you were sure you wouldn't be able to move past it. you knew frank would understand, he'd been through enough to know the kind of pain you were in.

"better now," your voice matched the level of his, a small tired smile reaching your lips for a second before it was gone again. his eyes never left your face, his hand reaching up to your cheek, nudging your face to the side so he could get a good look at the yellow-ish lesions covering it. "looks worse than it is," you reassured his working mind.

he hummed, in disbelief he gave a soft shake of his head. "i know you," he muttered, almost under his breath, he was close enough to you that he didn't need to speak too loud. his thumb and forefinger gripped your chin. "you're a bad liar."

your eyes flickered between his unwavering brown eyes, watching you with care and devotion that you'd never received in abundance like this before. you reached up placing your palm over where his hand was touching your face, turning your head slightly to press a soft kiss to his palm. eyes never leaving each other, you could drown in them and be grateful to him still.

"let me see," he mumbled, his head softly butting against your forehead, his eyes never leaving your face. lost in his stare, it took you a minute to react to his words, pulling back slightly in hesitation. his hand slipped from your face to the side of your neck, giving it gentle squeeze.

"why don't you tell me about this first--" you reached over, fingertips grazing over the purple bruise lining his cheekbone, meeting at his eyelid. he was beaten pretty bad, not that you hadn't seen him like this before, but it still didn't make it any easier.

"you don't need to worry about that--"

"you know i do--"

"'rather focus on you right now, baby," his voice was low and horse. you gulped, eyes hooded with a mixture of exhaustion and adoration for the soft but rugged man in front of you.

almost holding your breath, you let out deep breath through your nostrils before reaching to the hem of your shirt and starting to lift it up before frank halted you and took over. his fingers touched yours, a gentle head nod in your direction, silently urging you to lay back. you followed his instruction, goosebumps lining your stomach where his fingers brushed against the skin upon lifting your shirt, gently tugging it over your head with care. you lay beneath him, top half in only your underwear, every bruise, cut and scar lining your chest and torso, down to your stomach and hips, exposed to him. he paused, his hands tucking naturally into the curve of your waist as his eyes moved back and forth slowly, from the pinkish scar lining your collarbone, all the way down to the the purple-ish blue bruise that sat on your left hip, working itself all the way up to the base of your ribs, and wrapping round your back. his breath caught in his throat for a second, he'd never seen you with so much as a scraped knee, he'd never wanted the two worlds of his to collide like this, never with you caught in the middle.

you watched his expression carefully as it switched from mild discomfort, to slight furrowed brows in anger and then watching those brows raise up in regret. your hands moved to either side of his face, tugging him, physically pulling his attention away from the scars and up back to your eyes. you could read him pretty well, you were pretty sure you knew the kinds of thoughts that were knocking around in that brain of his.

"stop," you muttered, your hands moving to his jaw, his neck, pulling him forwards so his face sat in front of yours again. his eyes watering, he sniffed before putting on a hard front. "stop that, i'm fine. this is not on you. this is on him, this is on lewis."

he went to open his mouth but you stopped him. "i mean it frank castle, i will not let you carry this round with you. alright?" his jaw tightened, eyes struggling to keep their hold on your own. it went against everything in his nature but something about the way your eyes were pleading with him made him listen to you. "i love you, hm?" you nodded, encouraging him to listen carefully. "and i know you love me, and i'm lying right here." 

his eyes drooped, mimicking you with a gentle nod. you gave him a soft, yeah? in need of confirmation which he responded with a gruff yeah. he leaned down, his forehead nudging against yours, a heavy breath he'd been holding released, fanning against your skin. your hand moved away from his face, slipping to his neck, fingertips gripping at the stands of his short hair. you went to pull him closer but he had already leaned down, his lips catching yours. careful but desperate all the same, he had missed this, he'd missed you.

he pulled away after a minute or so, his lips moving to your cheek, pressing gentle kisses along your bruised skin until he reached your ear, placing a lingering kiss just behind before moving down your neck. he hovered over the scar sitting where your collarbone had fractured, he pressed a careful kiss to the skin above it, slowly making his way down, careful not to miss any part of discolouration or scarring that littered your body. he lingered when he landed finally at the curve of your hip bone, one last sweet kiss before resting his head on your stomach, one hand tucked on the inside of your thigh. he lips hovered over your skin as he settled himself against you, careful not to let his weight carry onto you too much, while your hands nestled into his short strands of hair you were still adjusting to.

"love you baby," he muttered against your stomach. "tell me about your day."

[zeroseuniverse]

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Word Count: 402 Summary: “You’re more like… roommates or something. No PDA, no cute couple vibes—are you sure you’re not just messing with us?” Pairing: Yeosang X Fem reader

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She was used to the looks by now—half amused, half skeptical—as if her relationship with Yeosang was some elaborate inside joke everyone else wasn’t in on.

The two of them sat side by side at the café, quietly sipping their drinks. Yeosang, ever the reserved one, was focused on his iced Americano, scrolling through his phone with his usual calm demeanor. Meanwhile, she absentmindedly doodled on a napkin, their knees casually brushing under the table.

“Seriously, are you two actually dating?” San asked, leaning across the table, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Yeosang didn’t even look up. “Yes.”

San scoffed, looking unconvinced. “You don’t act like it.”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung chimed in, resting his chin on his hand with a mischievous grin. “You’re more like… roommates or something. No PDA, no cute couple vibes—are you sure you’re not just messing with us?”

She sighed, exchanging a glance with Yeosang, who merely shrugged. “We’re not really the ‘public affection’ type,” she explained.

“And yet, you’ve been staring at your drink for five minutes while he’s been glued to his phone,” San pointed out.

“That’s just how we are!” she protested. “We don’t have to be glued at the hip to prove anything.”

Yeosang finally set his phone down, fixing San and Wooyoung with his signature blank expression. “Do you need a live demonstration?”

San held up his hands defensively. “No, no, we’re good!”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. Yeosang was subtle, sure, but when it came to her, his affection always spoke louder in actions rather than words. Like the way he’d always save the last bite of dessert for her, or how he’d pull her closer in his sleep, muttering her name under his breath.

“Look, just because we’re not constantly kissing or holding hands doesn’t mean we’re not dating,” she added, shaking her head.

“But you’re so low-key about it,” Wooyoung teased. “Like, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re running a really long con.”

Yeosang leaned back, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. “Good. That means we’re doing something right.”

The teasing continued, but she caught the glimmer of amusement in Yeosang’s eyes. He might not have been the loudest or most expressive person in the room, but when they were alone, it was a different story—one only they got to experience.

And honestly? She liked it that way.

[ikeuki]

four-letter word / 니키

( pairing ) nishimura riki x fem!reader ✶ highschool au, one-sided enemies to ??? ; fluff/crack, cursing — ( wordcount ) ?

ᯓ★ ikueki’s note. based off of tom’s monologue in ‘500 days of summer’ when talking about “hating” summer! this fic is from my old stranger things acc: @scwheeler (IT IS MY OLD ACC / MY WRITING) it was for mike wheeler originally…!

synopsis. riki can’t figure out his feelings towards you; he thinks he hates you but is it really hatred if he can’t get you out of his mind?

nishimura riki hates you.

he stared from across the classroom, watching you with crossed legs and back straight. you tapped your number two pencil on the wooden desk repeatedly, making a quiet yet annoying sound. it bothered him so much, only adding to the mental list of things he hated about you.

rather than staring now he was glaring. but he sat behind you and a couple rows over which meant you didn’t even notice. continuing to annoy him without a single thought.

he pressed down his pencil into his notebook until the lead snapped, making him also snap out of this trance. he looked down at his empty paper with a dark lead circle in the middle. he ripped out the sheet and crumpled it up, debating whether to throw it at your head or into the trash can.

he probably had a better chance shooting it at your head than landing it in the trash can according to his sports record but he refrained because your hair looked nice neat.

riki wasn’t suddenly choosing to be sympathetic or anything but he wasn’t a complete asshole.

or he thought of himself not to be. it must’ve taken you all morning for those bouncy curls and he knows how mad his sisters get when riki occupies the bathroom for more than thirty minutes before school. so he kept the crumpled paper and shoved it in his backpack, agreeing he’d either throw it to your head another day or throwing it away at the end of class.

“mr. nishimura—! i asked you a question, what is the answer to the question on the board?” the teacher asked in a stern tone, hands on his hips and trying to get riki’s unbothered attention.

riki quickly looked away from you, hoping you didn’t see him staring straight at the back of your head. you turned around from your seat to look at him as did the rest of the class.

he was out of it—a little preoccupied with thinking about something else, more of someone else.

his paper was blank. other than the crumpled up one he just shoved in his backpack. did he have notes on that page?before he could mutter an excuse or guess and pray to the gods he was right, a hand rose up in front of him.

it was yours…?

your arm popped up and attracted the teachers attention. “yes, ms. y/l/n?” he asked, now trailing his burning eyes away from riki and softening them towards you. unbelievable.

“if riki can’t answer it, i’d gladly do it myself,” you replied softly.

you didn’t speak in a sarcastic or rude manner. riki almost wished you did so then he would have a reason to hate you. but your tone was sincere like you wanted to help him.

“sure that would be great, go ahead,” the teacher proceeded and let you come up to the board. you took your notebook with you, it was covered in bright stickers and shiny gems matching your appearance.

riki watched as you sat up from your desk, the school uniform clinging to your body to fit your slight curves. he could’ve sworn the uniform’s skirt was shorter than you had on.

wait what—! why was he looking at your body or your uniform, nevertheless your existence…!

you picked up the small white chalk and wrote down your answer, copying your equation from your notebook. the class watched but riki observed. he thought about how you saved his ass from getting yelled at the teacher. why? after finishing the equation, you went to return to your seat. but before sitting down, your eyes met riki’s, flashing a quick smile.

in the brief moment, riki looked at you stunned. you didn’t wait for his reaction though and turned back to the teacher’s lecture. he shook his head, whatever. he hated you.

——

i hate her crooked teeth.

——

if he hates you so much, why was he up at three in the morning still thinking about your stupid smile. your pearly white teeth almost blinding him in the middle of math class.

his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes pierced through the ceiling of his bedroom. what was your problem? you didn’t do this to any other person in the school? you left everyone else alone—his classmates, his friends, his enemies—so why did you chose him? was this a punishment?

riki groaned and flipped to his side to face his bedside table, looking at the alarm clock reading 4:27 now. he spent almost four hours just thinking about you and it infuriated him. he liked girls before, girls in his class, girls on the tv, girls in his favorite movies. but he never stayed up thinking about him until this late hour.

also, he liked those girls! they were pretty and hot! he didn’t find you attractive or anything, so what made you so different?

was it your smile? it wasn’t even that nice! he’s seen better smiles in the newspaper and he could say his mom has a better one. yet you were the only thing on his mind and riki couldn’t stand the feeling.

he turned left and right, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep but it was no help. by the time, his eyelids were finally about to shut, they were disturbed by the bright light of the sun coming up. he hated you so much.

——

i hate her 1960’s haircut.

——

the next day at school, riki slung his backpack over his shoulder and waited at his friend’s locker. he agreed to meet heeseung before soccer practice afterschool and it wasn’t the first time the older boy was running late. riki didn’t mind all that much. if anything it meant an excuse to be late for practice, especially since heeseung was the coach’s nephew.

the only unfortunate thing about going to his locker was that yours was right next to it.

he managed to avoid bumping into you almost everyday. weirdly enough he tracked down your exact schedule with classes, meet up with friends, and when you needed your mid day snacks to get through the day.

heeseung commented on it one time, saying his uncalled “hatred” for you seemed more and more like a crush instead. riki almost blow a fuse right then and there in the middle of the soccer field. heeseung hasn’t mentioned it ever since.

unlucky for riki, you were quite an unpredictable person. most of the time you were walking with your usual friends, stopping by your locker to get your bio and calc textbooks. but on the rare occasions you were alone, you spent the entire passing period leaning against the metal wall texting away on your little phone.

this forced riki to hide behind the corner, peering over from time to time like a creep to wait for you to leave. he was even late once or twice just going to his locker at you finally left when the bell rang.

when his teacher asked why his eyes slowly trailed to you, who stared back at him innocently. unknown that you were the reason why he was late and got detention, for the fourth time now.

he could only shut up and take the yellow slip from his teacher. sliding into his desk in the back and staring out into the window in annoyance. why did he need to avoid you?

today was worse. worse than riki could ever imagine. he headed for his locker after fifth period and watched as you walked down the hall to your cheer practice as you always did afterschool. again, a little weird how much riki knew about you. anyways. he hurried to his locker and put in the code, opening it quickly. he grabbed a couple of his textbooks needed for homework and his soccer bag.

as soon as he closed the locker door, he almost had a heart attack. you were standing right there with you back facing him looking into a small magnetic mirror attached to the door of your locker.

you were applying another layer of strawberry chapstick, the one you carried everywhere and put on during first period, third period, and right after lunch by your locker.

so he was definitely surprised to see you standing right in front of him, puckering your lips and looking into the mirror. completely oblivious of riki standing behind you with a shocked expression saying ‘what the fuck!’ you didn’t even notice him staring at you for a full on five minutes.

riki would never admit it but you weren’t such an eye sore as he tried to convince himself all last night.

you were actually nice to look at. well-rounded and cute features that complimented your face. your hair was right in front of his face, the fruity fresh scents of strawberry and peach shampoo filling up his senses. without him even knowing, riki’s frown turned into a small smile.

your perfectly formed curls with a white headband, all sitting nicely on your shoulders made you look like a character from a 60’s cartoon. they moved side to side as you checked yourself out in the mirror, putting riki into a trance. but he snapped out of it as you put the cap back on of your chapstick, signaling him to return to his main goal: get to practice on-time.

he kept his eyes forward and tried to play it cool. walking down the hall, he just prayed you didn’t catch him ogling you for the past ten minutes.

unfortunately, by the time he got to the field, the coach had already started warm-ups and without the excuse of heeseung’s presence, riki only earned the team four extra laps to run. which no one was happy to do. god—how much he hated you right now.

——

i hate her knobby knees.

——

heeseung informed riki that the whole soccer team was required to attend the school’s pep rally as a part of the athletics committee. wanting to spend his friday night off doing better things (aka playing video games in heeseung’s basement until four a.m.), he continuously urged his friend to sneak out.

“what if we just slip out during the principal’s speech?” riki suggested to an unamused heeseung who already accepted his fate.

“if we get caught—our asses are DONE FOR. my uncle’s gonna kill us and definitely tell my mom.” heeseung seemed dead serious about refusing riki’s request, leaving the younger boy to only sit on the bleachers and wait for the soccer team to be announced.

after what felt like hours of speeches and addresses by the principal, teachers, and staff, a bunch of school-color, short uniforms filled the gym. it was the school’s cheerleaders, girls and boys all wearing color coordinated uniforms with scarily happy smiles plastered on their faces.

a single face stood out to riki. one that’s been distracting him in class, keeping him up at night, and keeping him in the hallways. his eyes immediately fell upon you, disregarding the other twenty girls and guys wearing the same outfit. you were the only one that caught his eye and he couldn’t tell why. was it cause of the locker interaction earlier today?

you were skipping in with a cute grin on your face, those stupid pearly whites blinding riki once again. you had pom pom in your hands, waving your arms in the air and saying hi to the crowd.

you didn’t spare riki a glance even once, unintentionally of course—how could you see him in a sea of hundreds of students! but he didn’t mind. at least it meant he could stare at you the entire time the cheerleaders introduction was happening.

what surprised riki was that you walked to the center as everyone got into formation. you were center stage. your smile was warm and lit up an entire room, the entire crowd beginning to feed into every word you said. when you said “go—!” they said “—team!”

then music suddenly started to play and the cheerleaders started a routine. one that you guys probably practiced a million times before. riki could see the nervousness in your face, hiding behind that smile you held so proudly.

he noticed your knees, you had skin tone band-aids all over them. underneath were obviously bruises, cuts, maybe even scars. people might’ve thought they were ugly but riki couldn’t help looking at them.

not like he was a sadist or anything but the bruises made you look more real. like you weren’t just another carbon copy of these cheerleaders who had perfect lives and appearances like the girls surrounding you.

you were different. something about you gave riki a hint that there was more to you than being a shallow popular girl.

you wouldn’t make fun of the so-called losers with the jocks behind the science building during lunch, their cheerleadering girlfriends joining in just because they can. or disregard the entire meaning of attending school to just dance in a tight outfit and fluffy pom poms in front of the entire school.

no, you were nowhere near those areas during lunch, riki saw you spending the time in the classroom, taking a nap to catch some extra z’s before the last two classes of the day or listening to music and researching choreography for the cheerleaders. in class, you always participated. you paid attention and studied, even helping the other struggling students in your free time.

maybe it was the way you helped him yesterday morning, answering his question and cutting off the teacher’s potential wrath. or you simply smiling at him the moment after.

either way, he found himself clapping for you after you finished your dance, enjoying your performance and rather disappointed to find it so short. heeseung was confused, wasn’t riki just giving suggestions on how to sneak out of here five minutes ago? now he was smiling and clapping like his own girlfriend was out there dancing in front of the crowd?

why did you make riki feel this weird? this good feeling he had whenever he saw you? he had to force himself to hate you to avoid his true feelings from spilling out.

and then, riki realized what the indescribable feeling—that takes over him as a whole every moment he lays his eyes on you—really was. he didn’t hate you.

he hated how you made him feel.