#so these two cuties are spending some time exactly where i wish i was now... on the beach

[boymeetswerewolf]

Sterek Week '23 // Day 2, Seasons & Holidays / @sterekweek-2023

ocean blue blue, my sky spell of you colours my mind floating in time, thinking of you ... ocean blue - Kylie Minogue, "Ocean Blue"

[gay-dorito-dust]

Damian is the type to casually invite you to the batfamily annual movie night.

A night that was strictly for family only but that rule was bended a couple of times when the likes of Roy Harper and Jon Kent were invited to the supposed ‘batfamily only’ movie night; So no one really batted an eye when you walked into the cinema room and made yourself comfortable in the space next to Damian as Titus joined you both.

And Damian knew that his family didn’t mind you joining them for family night.

In fact it was something that was heavily encouraged and Damian took advantage of that.

Damian couldn’t give less of a fuck about socialising with others unless it was necessary or just unavoidable.

He only comes down for family movie night as long as he didn’t have to within close proximity of everyone else. He even once reserved the space next to him for Titus but when you came into the frame, the space once reserved for the Great Dane was now reserved for you whenever you come over for the weekend; He even once dropkicked Dick and Jason on two separate occasions for almost taking your spot.

Whenever you asked anyone why this was, everyone would share a look and feign ignorance and move on, leaving you more confused then you were before.

Jason reserves a section of his book collection just for you called ‘y/n’s recommendations to read later.’

Jason’s main books were works from Jane Austen but with you introducing him to books such as ‘before the coffee gets cold’ by Toshikazu Kawaguchi and A little life by Hanya Yanagihara, Jason had steadily began to grow a small collection of books that you recommended or reminded Jason of you whenever he reads the blurb.

He loves literature and he loves to talk about it with you but loves it even more when it’s regarding a book you’re both reading at the same time. It’s honestly his favourite thing to do in his pass time as not only does it grant his wish to spend more time with you, it also grants him a moment of calm, a moment of peace and quiet.

Something that Gotham sorely lacked.

He acts personally offended when he hears that you were one and a half chapter ahead of him because hey, you’re meant to read it with him! Not read ahead of him! He��ll pout and say you’ve betrayed his trust but he could never truly be angry at you throughly enjoying a book, he finds it unbearably cute and attractive at the same time.

He loves your little book club that you’ve formed and wouldn’t change it for anything as it was something only the two of you shared.

Dick would love rooftop dates.

They’re his favourite type of dates to take you on mainly because so he could pretended to fall off when you playfully shove him for saying some stupid shit, only to come back up per his athletic background.

‘Dick you…Dick!’ You exclaim, smacking his bicep. ‘You scared me!’

‘Sorry sweetie.’ He’d apologise but the smile on his face would remain as he drew you into his arms, making sure to keep you close to his chest as he pressed kisses into your head.

‘Fucking asshole.’ You murmur against his chest, fists clenching at the back of his shirt, reassuring yourself that he was here with you.

‘Yes I am an asshole for making my baby worry about me.’ Dick would say as he rubs your back comfortingly as a way to remind you that he was really here. He did feel like a…well a dick for scaring you but he loves the opportunity where he gets to hold you, yeah he could’ve asked you like a normal person, but Dick wasn’t exactly a normal person but that didn’t stop you from loving him with everything that you had.

‘You’re making it up to me by making my favourite as compensation.’ You said and Dick could only chuckle at your demand and press his lips to your temple. ‘As you wish cutie.’

[luru-mlp]

So first we start with our ‘Element of Magic’ protagonist.

Meet Midnight Aurora!! A descendant of Starlight Glimmer. Midnight is a unicorn living in Canterlot and attending Celestia’s old school for gifted unicorns. (Though at this point in time, it has undergone many changes to include other magic-wielding creatures.) While Midnight does seem gifted with extraordinary power like her ancestor, she is not able to control it as well as other unicorns. For this reason, she spends much of her time working alone, and attempting to better control her power. So far, she can only do basic spells without them backfiring catastrophically.

One day, during a lecture in class, Midnight attempts to follow along with the spells being performed. At first, she seems to have some modicum of control, until her anxiety gets the better of her as multiple other students begin to whisper and place bets on how spectacularly she will fail this time. She loses control, resulting in a spell similar to Starlight’s, where she begins to unnaturally steal the cutie marks around her. Anyone caught within a short distance of Midnight begins to lose their cutie marks, and thus, their magic. It isn’t until a nearby Pegasus manages to fly his way in that she is rescued.

Though he is clumsy, he offers no real backstory as to how and why he was there, nor does he seem to remember a lot of things in his youth. However, he manages to break through Midnight’s spell and calm her down.

STORYTIME END, NOW WE DISCUSS HER CHARACTER!!!!

I knew I wanted at least one of the mane six to be a descendant or the original characters (not ALL of them, though.) At first I genuinely considered Twilight, since a magical descendant would be perfect to fulfill this role. But it didn’t make a lot of sense for me. Plus, I wanted this character to have no relation to Twilight, as she’s had her time as the protagonist. Now it’s time for the new one! And we all loved Starlight’s inclusion in the story, despite how little of her we got. Starlight is one of my favorite ponies.. so it makes sense that I’d include her! Plus, it could be a cute idea that Starlight’s descendant doesn’t have as good control over her magic as Starlight used to, leaving Midnight with some pretty big horseshoes to fill.

Her cutie mark is an aurora borealis with a large, four-pointed star. I chose this because I thought it looked good, and complimented her name. I also wanted something similar to, but not exactly like Starlight Glimmer’s cutie mark, to showcase that they are related, despite the massive time jump between them. Star cutie marks often hold relation to excellent magic users in the show, so I thought this would fit.

Family time!!

Midnight Aurora is the daughter of Glitter Star (female, unicorn) and Frost Moon (male, pegasus.) Glimmer Star is remembered as a kind soul, with the ability to project images of the stars using her horn. She held no real interest in magic, and worked as a stargazer until her untimely death. Frost Moon was a legend amongst many pegasi. He worked alongside the weather crew in Cloudsdale before meeting Glitter, and is well known for clearing a winter sky single-HOOF-edly (hehe) during a winter wrap-up. He still works as the weather crew now, and Midnight refuses to speak to him. This is because shortly after Glitter’s death, Frost Moon found another Pegasus that he fell in love with. Midnight was angered by this, especially when the two bore a child. (Midnight was still fairly young when this happened, probably her teen years.) So as soon as she was able, she moved out and refused to speak to Frost Moon ever again.

Frost Moon deeply misses his daughter, but has not approached her. He believes it best to let Midnight figure things out for herself. He also doesn’t wish to neglect his new family in the process. We’ll go over him more, later.

PERSONALITTTYYY

Midnight Aurora is a very persistent and stubborn unicorn. Despite not being very studious or good at controlling her magic, she refuses to give up. She wants to succeed and prove that she is an excellent magic wielder. She loves to stargaze, as it reminds her of her mother before her passing. Her favorite food is zap apple jam, and she will put that on absolutely ANYTHING!!! Even if it looks or sounds nasty. She appears very antisocial, but if she were ever to talk to somepony who shared her interests, she would hold very lively conversations.

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 26-- Road Trip

“Come on,” Unknown calls, dragging you behind him without hesitation. He has to keep his hands on you anyway, to make sure that you don't escape, and if you're not going to move efficiently, then he's going to move you himself. You had your chance to walk quickly, and you lost it when you decided to stand there staring at him instead. “Get in the car now, cutie.” 

“Alright.” You do as he says, at least, sliding into the passenger side of the car. Unknown scowls— this is not how he imagined the interaction playing out. First of all, you should be in the backseat, not the front— as far as he’s concerned, you're cargo, not his driving buddy. Second of all, as cute as it is, he didn't exactly imagine that you would be excited to come with him. Did you lie about the lock on purpose just so he would take you? If that's the case, he's going to need to teach you some manners once you get to Magenta. You confirm his assessment by reaching across the car and slamming your hand down on the horn. “Road trip!” You cheer, honking the horn again.

That, at least, gets Unknown scrambling into the car so that he can pull your hand off of the horn. The last thing he needs is someone hearing it and rushing down here to investigate the commotion. “And what do you think you're doing?” His tone is as measured as he can possibly make it, though he’s already approaching the end of his patience after only a few minutes of your antics. 

“Sorry.” You make a big show of placing your hands demurely in your lap, but Unknown isn't fooled. He's going to have to keep an eye on you— just great. How on Earth are you going to serve as a proper assistant if you can't even get into a car without causing trouble? “I'm just excited.”

“What are you excited for, hm?” Unknown can't help but play along. He has mixed feelings about you, about this, about everything, and pressing you for information seems to be the best way to handle the situation. You should never be allowed to hide any information from him, anyway. 

“We're going on a road trip,” you explain as he fastens his seat belt and begins backing out of the parking space. “Right? Aren't you taking me someplace far away?”

Unknown considers the question. Three hours is a bit far, he supposes, although he's made the trek out here to spy on you so many times that it doesn't really feel much like an event for him. Still, you spend so much time holed up in your apartment that he could see why this seems like a big deal. “Yes.”

“Great. I could use a vacation,” you beam, smiling at the automated ticket collector guarding the parking structure’s exit as if it is a human. You don’t seem deterred by its refusal to engage with you as it accepts Unknown’s money and spits out a receipt. “Can we get some snacks? It's not really a road trip without snacks.”

As if he's going to stop and let you out of the car before he gets you to Magenta. You could run off and tell somebody about him— not to mention that people would see the two of you together. “No.”

Your shoulders slump, and you pout for a moment before returning to your typical enthusiasm. “Can we listen to music?”

Unknown has seen your metube history and the playlists that you listen to on other streaming apps. Even if he had a way to connect them to his car— it's too old for that, anyway— he wouldn't, and you can’t honestly believe that he would give you back your phone after taking it away. “No.”

“Can we play road trip games?” You ask.

“I don't know what that is.” Maybe it involves sitting quietly and leaving him alone— that's wishful thinking, but after being peppered with questions for the entire duration of the elevator ride down to the basement level where he left the car, Unknown is willing to entertain the thought.

“Oh, there's so many.” Why do you still sound so cheerful? You don't seem to have registered Unknown as the threat that he is, which annoys him. “Um, for bingo we would have to make cards, so we probably can't do that one, but there's a ton of other fun ones. Like, uh... wow, I haven't been on a road trip in a while, let me think of some...”

“Yes,” Unknown sees his opportunity and takes it. “Think of all the road trip games you can remember. Then report back to me about it later.” Hopefully, this tactic will at least give him a little bit of peace and quiet to think of a plan before you start rambling again. Normally, he would be amused by your enthusiasm, but Unknown has only a few hours to come up with an explanation for your presence that will satisfy the Savior when she sees you at Magenta. He doesn't have time for games.

[mrsbsmooth]

Scripts - S6 - Episode 37 (Part 1 of 2)

Baby Challenge up until just after you sneak off to the bedroom

NARRATOR: Welcome back to the villa where the Islanders have just been woken up by the sounds of crying babies.

NARRATOR: My mum used to complain about me waking her up crying…

NARRATOR: So I finally got her some earplugs last Mother’s Day.

NARRATOR: Seems like the Islanders could use some right about now!

You wake up to the sound of loud cries. {0} sits up and looks around.

{0}_SURPRISED: It’s the baby challenge! Unless I’m dreaming?

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, you’re definitely not dreaming.

{0}_FLIRTY: Good, so I didn’t just dream that we coupled up last night.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Nope, that’s 100% real.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m glad I get to wake up next to you…

{0}_SAD: Though I wish I could’ve woken you up with a kiss instead of that noise.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think we’re getting any peace and quiet anytime soon.

{0}_HAPPY: Better go meet our kids I suppose.

{0}_HAPPY: Unless they’re goats? It could be a petting zoo?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Stop stalling, let’s go!

You and {0} rush into the living room to find crying baby dolls lying in cots.

{0}_SURPRISED: Yep, looks like the honeymoon’s over!

PLAYER_IDLE: That was fast!

NARRATOR: Select baby...

A. Asian

B. Caucasian

C. Black

D. Olive

{0} looks at the names on the cots and finds your baby.

You pick your baby up.

{0}_IDLE: Here’s our little screamer.

{0}_SERIOUS: Loudest of the bunch!

This is a dream come true!

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is a dream come true! I’ve always wanted to be a mum.

You take the baby from {0} and cradle it in your arms.

{0}_IDLE: You’re a natural, {1}.

{0}_SERIOUS: I wasn’t really into dolls growing up.

{0}_IDLE: Though at least those stayed quiet.

I’m not ready to deal with a baby

PLAYER_IDLE: Ugh, we just coupled up! I’m not ready to deal with a baby.

PLAYER_SAD: I thought we’d have more time to spend just the two of us.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, I was hoping for some alone time today.

{0}_SAD: You know, more dirty talk and less dirty nappies.

{0}_IDLE: But I guess we’ll get through it.

Didn’t even get to eat for two!

PLAYER_IDLE: This is so unfair!

PLAYER_HAPPY: We got the baby but missed out on getting to eat for two!

{0} annoyance turns to laughter.

{0}_HAPPY: Or indulge in weird cravings without getting judged.

{0}_IDLE: Like peanut butter and pickle sandwiches!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Peanut butter and pickles?

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.

{0} face grows serious.

{0}_SERIOUS: Look, {1}, this is our first test as a couple.

{0}_IDLE: I need to know you’re in this with me.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love a woman who takes charge, so show me what you’ve got.

She gives you a wink as the other Islanders come downstairs to find you, {0} and all the babies!

{0}_HAPPY: Here’s our little bundle of joy, {1}!

{0}_IDLE: So, how’s it feel to be a mum?

It’s a dream come true!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Amazing! This is a dream come true!

You take the baby from {0} and cradle it in your arms.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re a natural!

{0}_FLIRTY: And I can see where that cutie got its good looks.

{0}_IDLE: That baby’s the spitting image of me!

{0}_HAPPY: And you too, of course.

I’m not ready to deal with a baby

PLAYER_IDLE: To be honest, I’m not ready to deal with a baby.

PLAYER_SAD: I thought we’d have more time to enjoy being a couple.

{0}_IDLE: I didn’t expect this either, but we’ll still have time together.

{0}_IDLE: But instead of as a couple, it’ll be as a family… sort of!

Not fair! I didn’t even get to eat for two!

PLAYER_IDLE: Feels kinda unfair!

PLAYER_HAPPY: We got the baby, but I missed out on getting to eat for two!

{0}_HAPPY: Or indulging in weird cravings!

PLAYER_IDLE: Exactly! I was cheated!

{0}_IDLE: If it makes you feel better…

{0}_HAPPY: I can make you two bowls of ice cream and hot sauce for brekkie?

The other Islanders come downstairs to find you, {0} and all the babies!

GRACE_HAPPY: It’s Baby Day! I’ve been waiting all summer for this!

Grace picks up her baby and coos at it adoringly.

GRACE_IDLE: You’re absolutely perfect… yes you are…

MARSHALL_HAPPY: She said the same thing to me this morning.

OZZY_HAPPY: Just like their mum.

Amelia scoops up her baby, and Toby wraps his arm around her.

GRACE_HAPPY: You look like a perfect little family!

{0}_SURPRISED: And your baby stopped crying!

{0}_IDLE: How’d you do that?!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Tobes has a very calming presence.

TOBY_HAPPY: And who wouldn’t melt as soon as they’re in Amelia’s arms?

{0}_IDLE: Maybe you just have the easiest baby.

Ozzy bounces his baby on his knees playfully.

OZZY_HAPPY: Who needs a swing set when you’ve got a fit dad?

GRACE_SERIOUS: Ozzy! Our baby is not a toy!

OZZY_HAPPY: But it is quite a doll.

{0} softly bounces your baby, and its cries stop. He smiles at you and shrugs.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve looked after plenty of orphaned kittens at the vet’s.

{0}_IDLE: I can always calm them down.

{0} softly bounces your baby, and its cries stop. He smiles at you and shrugs.

{0}_HAPPY: I once looked after some orphaned macaque monkeys in Bali.

{0}_IDLE: Sending out peaceful energy soothes them.

A text rings out.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ve got a text!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Read it, mama!

Grace reads out the text.

LITEXT: Islanders, congrats on your special deliveries! Time to see who’s parenting material and who needs to grow up.

LITEXT: Get ready to rock because the couple whose baby cries the least will win a prize! {0}TotalBabes {1}NoTearsNoFears

TOBY_HAPPY: Our baby is defo the quietest.

OZZY_IDLE: For now! Watch out cause my nappy-changing game is strong.

TOBY_SERIOUS: Well, I’m undefeated in rocking.

{0}_SERIOUS: No one can burp like me!

{0}_EMBARRASSED: A baby, that is.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Guys! You’ll have plenty of time to show off your dad skills with your babies.

GRACE_HAPPY: That reminds me, we can’t just call them <i>baby</i>.

GRACE_IDLE: They need names.

TOBY_HAPPY: Amelia and I already decided to name our first Isla, after where we met.

GRACE_HAPPY: Oh what? We were going to name our baby Villa!

TOBY_HAPPY: Very funny…

AMELIA_HAPPY: {0}, what are you and {1} going to name yours?

GRACE_HAPPY: Love that name! Ours feels like a Ha—

AMELIA_SURPRISED: Hamish?!

GRACE_SURPRISED: No! Hazel!

{0}_IDLE: Don’t forget about the name ‘Grozzy.’

{0}_HAPPY: Could work for a boy or a girl!

OZZY_HAPPY: Think I’d rather forget that!

{0}_HAPPY: And ours is called Max, after my Grandad.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s also the name of one of my best mates.

Grace spots a selection of outfits resting beside each cot.

GRACE_HAPPY: Oh my days, they have little outfits to choose from too!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You are kidding! I feel like a little girl again playing dress up.

{0}_HAPPY: We actually get to dress them up? Yes!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Then we can dress up our boys too…

TOBY_HAPPY: Erm, think again.

GRACE_HAPPY: So, how are you gonna dress up little {0}, {1}?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yeah, gonna match one of your looks, or maybe {0}?

GRACE_HAPPY: Or let it be its own little independent baby?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Lets see!

A. Carrier1

B. Carrier2

*C. Carrier3

*D. Carrier4

AMELIA_HAPPY: Sooo cute!

GRACE_HAPPY: Great choice, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: That is one cool baby right there.

GRACE_HAPPY: Huh, I wouldn’t have picked that.

GRACE_HAPPY: Still cute though!

GRACE_HAPPY: Now that the babies are ready, we’d better get ready!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Boys, you handle brekkie, and we’ll handle the babies.

OZZY_HAPPY: Deal!

You and the girls walk your babies around the dressing room.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I don’t know about you girls, but I’m excited about this challenge.

AMELIA_IDLE: I think it will bring Toby and me closer together.

GRACE_HAPPY: Same! We’re going to learn so much about our partners.

{0}_SERIOUS: I’m not so sure about this.

{0}_SAD: I wanted to find love, not a babysitting gig.

AMELIA_HAPPY: It won’t be that bad, {0}.

AMELIA_IDLE: Besides, you have {0} as a co-parent.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I can’t think of anyone better!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Besides Toby, that is.

GRACE_SERIOUS: At least your baby is quiet, {0}!

GRACE_SAD: How am I supposed to look fire <i>and</i> stop Hazel crying?! Ugh!

Grace’s frustration sets all the babies off crying.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Oh, no! What should I do?

Let’s rock them

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t worry, Grace. Rocking them should calm them down.

The girls rock their babies back and forth in their arms. One by one, they stop crying.

GRACE_IDLE: Oh, yes! You’re a lifesaver, {0}.

GRACE_SAD: I was about to start crying too, and I’ve already done my mascara!

Time for a burp

PLAYER_IDLE: They probably just need to be burped.

The girls rest their babies' heads on their shoulders and gently pat their backs.

AMELIA_IDLE: There, there, Isla.

One by one, the babies stop crying.

GRACE_HAPPY: Talk about a supermum, {0}!

GRACE_IDLE: You deserve a pat on the back!

PLAYER_HAPPY: No need to burp me too, Grace.

The girls laugh together.

They need a dummy

PLAYER_IDLE: I bet some dummies will quiet them down.

You hand colourful soothers to each girl, who place them in their babies' mouths.

One by one, the babies stop crying.

{0}_HAPPY: You saved the day, {1}!

{0}_HAPPY: And my eardrums! These babies are loud!

Ozzy walks into the dressing room carrying a smoothie with a fancy fruit garnish. He hands it to Grace.

OZZY_HAPPY: Thought you might like a pre-breakfast smoothie.

OZZY_IDLE: Gotta keep your energy up as a new mum!

GRACE_SERIOUS: Oh? I hope you’re not expecting me to do everything.

OZZY_SURPRISED: Of course not! I’ve got plenty of energy to take care of you and Hazel.

OZZY_IDLE: Need anything?

GRACE_IDLE: Actually, could you get me my hairbrush?

OZZY_IDLE: Right away!

Grace sips the smoothie and makes a face.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Eww. What is in this?

GRACE_SAD: It tastes funny.

OZZY_SURPRISED: Just berries, soy milk, and bananas.

OZZY_IDLE: But I’ll take that and make you a new one.

Ozzy hands Grace a hairbrush.

OZZY_HAPPY: Here’s your brush.

GRACE_IDLE: This is the paddle brush. I need a round brush.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Wow, really making him work to get back in your good graces, huh, Grace?

Have Ozzy give Grace a shoulder massage

PLAYER_HAPPY: You should have him give you a nice shoulder rub!

GRACE_HAPPY: That’s a good idea. Ozzy, how are your massage skills?

OZZY_FLIRTY: I can move my hands as well as I move my feet.

Ozzy rubs Grace’s shoulders, and she melts at the touch of his strong hands.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Not bad.

GRACE_SERIOUS: But it’ll take more than a backrub to get back to where we were.

Make Ozzy feed Grace grapes

PLAYER_HAPPY: You should make him feed you grapes like the queen you are.

GRACE_HAPPY: I like the sound of that!

GRACE_IDLE: Ozzy, let's see some grapes with that graft.

Ozzy takes red grapes from the smoothie garnish and feeds them to Grace.

GRACE_IDLE: Hmm. OK. Though I prefer green grapes.

GRACE_SERIOUS: And it’ll take more than some fruit to get back in my good books.

Ask Ozzy to write Grace a poem

PLAYER_HAPPY: Ozzy should write you a poem!

GRACE_HAPPY: An ode to me? I like that idea!

GRACE_IDLE: Ozzy, show us your best Shakespeare!

OZZY_SURPRISED: Right now?

GRACE_SERIOUS: Right now.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Umm... Ok… I’m not much of a poet.

OZZY_HAPPY: How about a limerick?

OZZY_HAPPY: There once was a girl named Grace…

OZZY_IDLE: Who had the most beautiful face…

GRACE_IDLE: Go on…

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Err… We got coupled up, then I messed it up…

OZZY_IDLE: And now she’s gone and put me in my place.

All the girls except for Grace clap and cheer.

GRACE_IDLE: Not bad. Though you rhymed up with up.

GRACE_SERIOUS: And it’s going to take more than to get back in my good books.

Leave Ozzy be

PLAYER_IDLE: Ah, leave Ozzy be. He’s trying his best.

PLAYER_IDLE: No need to punish him.

GRACE_IDLE: You’re right, just a few more smoothies and that’s it.

GRACE_HAPPY: Maybe a massage here and there.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’m worth it, though. Right, Ozzy?

OZZY_IDLE: Absolutely.

The boys enter the dressing room with drinks for the girls.

TOBY_HAPPY: Reporting for daddy duty!

Toby picks up Isla, and she coos. Amelia melts.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You have such a way with the ladies, Tobes.

TOBY_IDLE: Us boys are gonna take the babies.

TOBY_HAPPY: You girls can finish getting ready in peace.

{0}_HAPPY: Come on, lil {1}. Time for baby’s first workout.

{0}_IDLE: We’ll work on lifting.

{0}_HAPPY: Your head, that is.

Grace hands Marshall the baby. He looks uncomfortable.

MARSHALL_SURPRISED: You sure you don’t want to keep her? I think she likes you better.

GRACE_IDLE: You need time to bond.

{0} picks up the baby, and it starts to cry.

You take {0}, and the tears stop.

{0}_HAPPY: Maybe {1} should stay with you.

{0}_SERIOUS: For the sake of the challenge… and everyone’s ears.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll meet you by the loungers, {1}.

The boys head out with the other babies, leaving just the girls.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m ready, so I’ll take {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}. I won’t be long.

{0} picks up the baby, and it starts to cry.

You take {0}, and the tears stop.

{0}_IDLE: Maybe {1} should stay with you.

{0}_SERIOUS: For the sake of the challenge… and everyone’s ears.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll meet you by the loungers, {1}.

{0} and the boys head out with the other babies.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, we’ll deal with nap time.

{0}_HAPPY: What about nappy time?

{0}_SURPRISED: Oh. Forgot about that.

{0}_HAPPY: I guess we’ll deal with that too.

{0} picks up the baby, and it starts to cry.

You take {0}, and the tears stop.

{0}_IDLE: Maybe {1} should stay with you.

{0}_HAPPY: For the sake of the challenge… and everyone’s ears.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Fine!

{0}_HAPPY: Great, I’ll meet you by the loungers, {1}.

The boys head out with the babies, leaving just the girls.

GRACE_HAPPY: Ahh, peace and quiet!

AMELIA_HAPPY: For now! We’d better get ready quickly before they get fussy.

PLAYER_HAPPY: The babies or the boys?

AMELIA_IDLE: Both!

GRACE_IDLE: Ooh! Since {0} is here, why don’t we play dress up?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yes! You should wear something that matches the baby.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Look at us!

GRACE_HAPPY: Talk about one hot mama!

GRACE_IDLE: And {0} looks precious.

AMELIA_HAPPY: {0} is going to want to wife you up after seeing you in that!

AMELIA_IDLE: And we know you’re ready to put a ring on it!

AMELIA_HAPPY: You married {0} in snog, marry, pie after all!

PLAYER_IDLE: This will be fine for today.

GRACE_SERIOUS: {0}, today’s not the day to look just <i>fine</i>.

GRACE_IDLE: This is your chance to show {0} what a future would look like with you.

AMELIA_SERIOUS: So you should give {0} the best picture possible!

AMELIA_IDLE: Plus, you need a look that’s as cute as {0}.

{0}_IDLE: Plus, you need a look that’s as cute as {1}.

I’ll take another look

PLAYER_HAPPY: OK, this is perfect for today.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Yes, {0}! No mom jeans for you.

GRACE_FLIRTY: That look would make all the mums at nursery jealous.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m comfortable in this.

GRACE_HAPPY: That’s what matters.

I’m sticking with this

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m happy with this.

GRACE_HAPPY: That’s what matters.

AMELIA_SAD: I miss Isla.

GRACE_HAPPY: Let’s go see how the babies are doing!

You and the girls head downstairs to find your partners.

As you walk over to the loungers, you notice the boys playing with their babies over at the gym.

{0} is waiting at the loungers for you. She lights up when she sees you.

{0} is waiting at the loungers for you. He lights up when he sees you.

{0}_HAPPY: You look incredible! And so does {1}!

{0}_FLIRTY: Seriously. You’re practically glowing.

You sit down on the lounger beside {0} and cradle {1}.

{0}_IDLE: You’re made to be a mum, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about you? How would you feel about being a mum?

{0}_SERIOUS: To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

{0}_SAD: I was worried I wouldn’t be good at it.

{0}_IDLE: But seeing you with {1}...

{0}_HAPPY: It’s starting to make me feel excited about the idea.

{0}_HAPPY: Do you feel like this could be our future?

Yes! I see this for us

PLAYER_HAPPY: Absolutely! I can totally picture us together, raising a little fam.

PLAYER_IDLE: We make a great team.

{0}_HAPPY: I can see it too. You’re a fantastic partner.

{0}_IDLE: You were so great earlier when I told you I wanted you to take charge.

It’s too soon to tell

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it's a little too soon to tell.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I mean, we’ve been coupled up for less than a day!

PLAYER_SERIOUS: We have a lot more to learn about each other before we start planning that far down the road.

{0}_IDLE: I guess it is a bit premature to plan our future.

{0}_HAPPY: So I’ll just enjoy the present with you and {1}.

Let’s just survive today

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Future!? I’m just trying to get through today!

{0} laughs.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re right. Let’s try to survive today.

{0}_HAPPY: I have a feeling if we can keep that baby happy, there’s nothing we can’t do as a couple.

{0}_IDLE: You’re made to be a mum, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about you? How do you feel about being a dad?

{0}_HAPPY: Pretty thrilled. Sure, having kids can be hard, but it feels like it’s worth it.

{0}_IDLE: Plus, seeing you with {1} is making me feel even more excited about the idea.

{0}_HAPPY: I wonder if we’d have twins. They obviously run in our families.

{0}_HAPPY: I wonder if we’d have twins. They obviously run in our families.

{0}_HAPPY: I never thought I’d want to stay in one place for long, but I’m starting to change my mind.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve always pictured me and my kids playing footy around in the backyard.

{0}_HAPPY: And I can’t wait to teach them to skate!

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t wait to sing them the same lullabies my mum used to sing to me.

{0}_HAPPY: I just know my kids are going to make the world a better place.

{0}_HAPPY: That and the prospect of having someone to game with that I could defo defeat!

{0}_HAPPY: And I can’t wait to pass my love of animals to the next generation.

{0}_IDLE: Do you feel like this could be our future?

Yes! I see this for us

PLAYER_HAPPY: Absolutely! I can totally picture us together, raising a little fam.

PLAYER_IDLE: We make a great team.

{0}_HAPPY: I can see it too. You’re a fantastic partner.

{0}_IDLE: {1} is obviously wild about you.

It’s too soon to tell

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it's a little too soon to start shopping for prams.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: We have a lot more to learn about each other before we start planning that far down the road.

{0}_IDLE: I guess it is a bit premature to plan our future.

{0}_HAPPY: So I’ll just enjoy the present with you and {1}.

Let’s just survive today!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Future!? I’m just trying to get through today!

{0} laughs.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re right. Let’s try to survive today.

{0}_IDLE: I have a feeling if we can keep that baby happy, there’s nothing we can’t do as a couple.

{0}_HAPPY: You know, I wouldn’t want to do this challenge with anyone else but you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thank you, {0}.

Your chat is interrupted when {0} starts wailing!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh no!

{0}_IDLE: I think we should change {1}’s nappy.

You’re right

PLAYER_IDLE: I think you’re right. A fresh nappy will calm {0} down.

{0}_IDLE: I’m glad we agree. Now let’s get this baby changed.

{0} sets {1} on the lounger and quickly swaps the dirty nappy for a clean one.

{0} continues to cry.

{0}_SAD: Well, that didn’t work.

{0}_IDLE: Maybe let’s try rocking {1}?

You rock the baby gently, but the crying continues.

PLAYER_SAD: What now?

No way. We should rock the baby

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think so. Rocking will calm {0} down.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t know, I think it might be time for a nappy change.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Is this our first parenting disagreement?

{0}_HAPPY: I think I know when my baby needs a nappy change…

{0}_IDLE: But… Go ahead.

You rock the baby gently, but the crying continues.

PLAYER_SAD: Well, that didn’t work. I guess we should try a nappy change.

{0} sets {1} on the lounger and quickly swaps the dirty nappy for a clean one.

{0} continues to cry.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See? You were wrong too.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Nothing is working.

You look around the garden and notice the other couples playing with their happy and quiet babies.

{0}_SERIOUS: We need to do something, or we’ll lose this challenge.

{0}_IDLE: Why don’t we try walking {1} around the pool?

{0}_HAPPY: Maybe a change of scenery will help.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s worth a try. Let’s go.

You try to soothe {0} as you and {1} walk around the pool.

{0}_IDLE: This is quite the challenge. Can you imagine juggling multiple kids?

I want a big family

PLAYER_HAPPY: Absolutely! I want a big family.

PLAYER_IDLE: How many kids do you want?

{0}_IDLE: I’d like at least two.

{0}_IDLE: Marshall and I may not always see eye to eye…

{0}_IDLE: But I can’t imagine being an only child.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really? Wow!

{0}_HAPPY: Maybe we start with one and see how it goes?

{0}_HAPPY: Certainly not ruling anything out.

{0}_HAPPY: At least two.

{0}_IDLE: Ozzy and I may not always see eye to eye, but I can’t imagine being an only child.

{0}_SERIOUS: Hmm. I always pictured myself with one kid so that we could travel easily.

{0}_IDLE: But I did love growing up with my sisters.

{0}_HAPPY: Yes! I want enough for a whole team!

{0}_IDLE: To be honest, I like to live dangerously, so I’m not sure how kids fit into that life.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m not ruling anything out!

{0}_HAPPY: I wouldn’t mind having a few backup singers.

{0}_IDLE: Maybe not a whole chorus, though.

{0}_HAPPY: Personally, I don’t want too many.

{0}_IDLE: Though I’m open to what the universe has planned.

{0}_HAPPY: Hmm. I’m always down for showing the next gen of gamers how it’s done!

{0}_IDLE: Maybe my own kids will provide me with some real competition?

{0}_HAPPY: I’d love a house full of kids and dogs.

I only want one kid

PLAYER_IDLE: I only want one kid.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d be happy with a little family of three.

PLAYER_IDLE: How many kids do you want?

{0}_IDLE: I’d like at least two.

{0}_SERIOUS: Marshall and I may not always see eye to eye…

{0}_IDLE: But I can’t imagine being an only child.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, I agree. Maybe start with one and see how it goes?

{0}_HAPPY: Certainly not ruling anything out.

{0}_HAPPY: I always wanted two.

{0}_SERIOUS: Ozzy and I may not always see eye to eye, but I can’t imagine being an only child.

{0}_SERIOUS: Agreed. I always pictured myself with one kid so that we could travel easily.

{0}_HAPPY: I always thought I’d have enough kids to have a whole team, but maybe one-on-one would be ok.

{0}_HAPPY: To be honest, I like to live dangerously, so I’m not sure how kids fit into that life.

{0}_HAPPY: I wouldn’t mind having a little duet partner.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still love to travel the world, so one is good.

{0}_HAPPY: That works. I only have one extra controller, anyway!

{0}_HAPPY: I’d like a house full of kids and dogs.

I’m not sure I want any kids

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You know, I’m not totally sure if I even want kids.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s fine! Maybe I’ll just be a fun aunt.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s fine! Maybe I’ll just be a fun uncle.

PLAYER_IDLE: How many do you see yourself having?

{0}_IDLE: I’d like at least two.

{0}_IDLE: Marshall and I may not always see eye to eye…

{0}_IDLE: But I can’t imagine being an only child.

{0}_SURPRISED: I’m not sure, either.

{0}_IDLE: Maybe one, maybe none.

{0}_HAPPY: I always wanted two.

{0}_IDLE: Ozzy and I may not always see eye to eye, but I can’t imagine being an only child.

{0}_SERIOUS: I always pictured myself with one kid so that we could travel easily as a family.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d love to show my child the world.

{0}_HAPPY: At least one, though I always thought I’d have enough kids to have a whole team.

{0}_HAPPY: I like to live dangerously, so I’m not sure how kids fit into that life.

{0}_HAPPY: I wouldn’t mind having a few backup singers.

{0}_FLIRTY: But I could be up for living life as a duet with you.

{0}_HAPPY: I always saw myself having none or one.

{0}_IDLE: Though I’m open to what the universe has planned.

{0}_HAPPY: I picture myself with at least one kid.

{0}_IDLE: After all, I need a Player 2!

{0}_HAPPY: I’d kinda like a house full of kids and dogs.

{0}_IDLE: But I’d settle for a house full of dogs.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s wild to go from doing the heart rate challenge one day…

{0}_HAPPY: To planning our future the next!

{0}_IDLE: I mean, I know how many kids you want…

{0}_HAPPY: But I don’t know what your favourite food is!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s easy enough to fix!

Love a big bowl of pasta

PLAYER_HAPPY: I love a big bowl of pasta.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d eat it for every meal if I could!

{0}_HAPPY: I make a mean cacio e pepe.

Grilled salmon is my fave

PLAYER_HAPPY: Grilled salmon is my absolute favourite.

PLAYER_IDLE: Serve it with some salad or chips, and it’s the perfect meal.

{0}_HAPPY: Sounds delicious!

{0}_IDLE: I’m quite the grillmaster myself.

Can’t beat a curry

PLAYER_HAPPY: I never turn down a good curry.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I don’t mind a little spice.

{0}_FLIRTY: Love a girl who likes a bit of heat.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bring it on!

I don’t have a favourite food

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t have a favourite food.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, that’s something else I know about you now!

{0} is still crying.

PLAYER_SAD: Guess {0} isn’t big on pools.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ve tried a new nappy, a walk, rocking. What else do we do?

{0}_IDLE: I do have one more idea…

{0} grabs a towel off a lounge chair and swaddles the baby.

{0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: Snug as a bug.

{0}_IDLE: My nan made me a blanket when I was little. I’d wrap myself up in it during storms.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Still do sometimes, to be honest.

{0} places a towel on the ground and sets {1} on it.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: What are you doing?

She gracefully dances around the baby, leaping, pirouetting, and pliéing.

{0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: When I was little, my family would go on cruises.

{0}_IDLE: My sister and I would be fighting the whole time.

{0}_HAPPY: But when we went to see the dancers, I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

{0}_HAPPY: {1} seems to love it too!

{0}_HAPPY: Give me a beat, {1}!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What?!

{0}_IDLE: Trust me.

You create a beat by clapping your hands together, and {0} gently bounces and dances with the baby.

{0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: My dad used to throw on music, and we’d have impromptu dance parties all the time.

{0}_IDLE: Those are some of my favourite memories.

{0}_HAPPY: You can’t help but cheer up when you’re dancing with people who love you.

{0}_IDLE: {1} and I have that in common.

{0} climbs into the pool and takes the baby.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you doing?!

{0}_IDLE: Trust me. I’m a lifeguard. {1} is in great hands.

{0} walks the baby through the water.

{0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: Told you! I’m a pro.

{0}_IDLE: I’ve been in the water since I was a baby.

{0}_IDLE: My parents had the hardest time getting me out of the pool to come in for dinner.

{0}_HAPPY: Seems like {1} is a little guppy like I was!

{0} contorts his face, making silly expressions and animal sounds.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you doing?

Marshall keeps making faces, and {0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: When we were little, and Ozzy’d get upset, I clowned around to make him feel better.

{0}_SAD: It’s part of the reason we used to be so close.

{0}_HAPPY: I think that’s why I always try to lighten the mood.

{0}_IDLE: It’s hard to keep crying when someone’s pretending to be an elephant right in front of you.

{0} holds the baby and flies {1} through the air like a plane.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Are you flying our baby?

{0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: My grandpa used to fly me around the garden when we’d visit.

{0}_IDLE: I loved the feeling of soaring through the air.

{0}_SAD: I was so sad when I got too big for him to do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I had to start flying real planes instead.

Lewie starts making loud swooshing sounds, drawing out the chatter of the other Islanders.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: What are you doing?

Lewie keeps making the sound, and {0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: When I was little, we used to go to my grandparents' house at the beach every summer.

{0}_IDLE: Those are some of my happiest memories.

{0}_HAPPY: And the sounds of the waves used to make me fall right asleep.

{0}_IDLE: Guess {1} and I have that in common.

Jamal lays a towel on the grass and puts {0} on it.

He drags the towel around in circles, and hums to {0}.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Uh, what are you doing?

Jamal keeps dragging the towel in circles, and {0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: When I was little and I couldn’t get to sleep, my mum used to put me in the car and drive me around.

{0}_IDLE: She’d put classical music on, and the movement of the car would put me to sleep.

{0}_HAPPY: Guess {1} and I have that in common.

{0} takes the baby and starts singing a gentle lullaby.

His voice is sweet and calming. {0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: When I was little, and I’d have a bad day, my dad would make up funny songs to take my mind off things.

{0}_IDLE: I always felt better after hearing my dad sing.

{0}_IDLE: Guess {1} and I have that in common.

{0} takes the baby. He sits cross legged with {1} in his lap.

He closes his eyes and whispers a chant.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ummm… Francis?

He continues to chant, and {0} grows quieter until the tears stop.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: My aunt introduced me to meditation when I was young.

{0}_IDLE: I’d visit her in the country, and we’d meditate in the meadow every morning.

{0}_HAPPY: It made me feel grounded and connected to the earth.

{0}_IDLE: Obviously {1} feels the same.

{0} bends down so his face is close to {1}’s.

He puts his hands in front of his face and then pulls them away quickly.

{0}_HAPPY: Peek-a-boo!

{0} plays peek-a-boo until {1} grows quieter and the tears stop.

{0}_HAPPY: I used to play games like peek-a-boo with my baby sister. She’d laugh and laugh.

{0}_HAPPY: Seems like {1} might be a future gamer just like his dad.

As you hold the baby, {0} takes one of {1}’s feet in his hand.

He gently massages the baby’s foot from toe to heel.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: What are you…

{0}_IDLE: Trust me.

{0} massages the other foot then {1} grows quieter and the tears stop.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You did it!

{0}_HAPPY: When I was little, we found a kitten beside the car.

{0}_IDLE: It was so nervous that it wouldn’t stop meowing. I petted it for ages, and it finally calmed down.

{0}_HAPPY: Touch is a powerful healing tool. For animals and humans.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Your parenting skills are a whole new side to you.

{0}_IDLE: Is it a side you like?

It’s a turn on!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s defo a turn on.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I love seeing how caring you can be.

{0}_HAPPY: Not a lot of people get to see this part of me.

{0}_FLIRTY: Just people I feel close to. Like you.

Nope, total turn off

PLAYER_IDLE: To be honest, it’s kind of a turn off.

{0}_SAD: I won’t lie; that hurts a little.

{0}_IDLE: I’m still the same person you partnered up with.

{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe we just need more time together for you to see that.

I miss the side that paid attention to <i>me</i>!

PLAYER_SAD: I miss the side that was focused solely on me!

PLAYER_IDLE: Is that side still in there? Can it come out now, please?

{0} laughs.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t worry, my focus is still on you.

You look over at {0}, who is sound asleep.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Finally!

In the distance, Amelia and Toby’s baby starts to cry.

{0}_SURPRISED: We’ve worked so hard to put {1} to sleep!

{0}_IDLE: Let’s find a quiet spot so {1} doesn’t wake up.

{0}_FLIRTY: Actually, maybe we should sneak up to the bedroom?

{0}_HAPPY: Would be nice to get away from the others.

{0}_FLIRTY: Us parents have been working hard…

{0}_FLIRTY: Would be nice to get some us time while the baby is asleep.

{0}_HAPPY: If you know what I mean?

{0}_HAPPY: What do you say? Shall we slip away to the bedroom…

*Let’s sneak away!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re right, we have been working hard!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We deserve some alone time.

{0}_FLIRTY: Yeah, we need to treat ourselves!

{0}_HAPPY: Follow me!

You follow {0} back towards the villa for some privacy.

I don’t want to

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t really want to.

{0}_IDLE: Are you sure? Who knows how long the baby will stay asleep for.

{0}_FLIRTY: This might be our only chance to get some alone time.

{0}_FLIRTY: You sure I can’t tempt you to some naughty fun in the bedroom?

*Ok, let’s go!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Ok, you’re right, we have been working hard!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We deserve some alone time.

{0}_FLIRTY: Yeah, we need to treat ourselves!

{0}_HAPPY: Follow me!

You follow {0} back towards the villa for some privacy.

I’m not in the mood

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not really in the mood.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s ok! I understand.

{0}_HAPPY: We can just chill here for now.

Just then, Amelia rushes over to you.

{0}_HAPPY: Or not…

AMELIA_HAPPY: I hope I’m not interrupting anything…

AMELIA_HAPPY: Sorry, {0}, but I need to steal {1} for a quick chat.

{0}_IDLE: Go right ahead. I’ll keep an eye on {1}.

You and Amelia head out to the terrace to talk.

After placing {0} in their cot downstairs, you and {1} enter the empty bedroom.

{0}_FLIRTY: We’re finally alone.

PLAYER_IDLE: What a day!

{0}_HAPPY: It’s defo a huge change from a typical day in the villa.

{0}_IDLE: But I guess that’s what it’s like to have kids, your whole life changes.

{0}_IDLE: I know you said you weren’t sure if you wanted kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I mean we’re still young, we don’t have to decide anything! But…

{0}_IDLE: I’m curious, how do you see your life as a mum if you had kids?

I’d want to stay at home with the kids

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d want to be a stay-at-home mum. I want to be there for it all.

PLAYER_IDLE: First steps, first words, all those important moments. They’re only little once.

{0}_HAPPY: You’d be an incredible stay-at-home mum.

{0}_IDLE: Those kids would be so lucky to have so much time with you.

I’d be a working mum

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d want to be a working mum.

PLAYER_IDLE: Family is important, but so is my career.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want to have it all!

{0}_HAPPY: You deserve to have it all, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: If anyone could juggle it all, it’s you.

I want my partner to stay at home

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d be a working mum, but I’d want my partner to be a stay-at-home parent.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s important for someone to be there and be hands-on with the kids.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: But I don’t think I should have to give up my career.

{0}_IDLE: I get that. You’ve worked hard to get where you are.

{0}_HAPPY: You shouldn’t have to give it up.

{0}_IDLE: I’ve been thinking all day about how my lifestyle would work as a parent.

Tell me! Are we compatible?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really? Tell me what you’re thinking!

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m interested to know if we’re on the same page.

{0}_IDLE: I want to settle down, but my dancing career is just starting to take off.

{0}_SAD: That means being on the road and late nights.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy dancing around the house while I packed lunches.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That would be a sight to see.

{0}_IDLE: Ballet is an intense career.

{0}_SAD: There are hours of rehearsals, trips out of town for performances… It’s a lot.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_IDLE: I think I could be happy dancing around the house while I packed lunches.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That would be a sight to see.

{0}_HAPPY: And once the kids got older, I could have a ballet school.

{0}_IDLE: DJing isn’t a very kid-friendly lifestyle.

{0}_SAD: I’m out late nearly every night and sometimes have to travel for gigs.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy DJing school dances.

{0}_IDLE: Someone needs to make sure the next generation has good taste in music.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d be perfect.

{0}_IDLE: I’m lucky that my job is seasonal.

{0}_SAD: But summer is super busy and intense.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course! Especially in the winter!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out during summer!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy watching our kids play in our pool.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Their own personal lifeguard!

{0}_IDLE: I’ve built a successful business.

{0}_SAD: But it takes up a lot of my time and energy.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_SERIOUS: I’ve put so much work into my business that I can’t give it up.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I could sell my company and start another once the kids are older.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’ve succeeded in business before, you can do it again!

{0}_IDLE: It’s tough to settle down as a pilot.

{0}_SAD: I’m constantly travelling, and I can be delayed or get stuck at a destination.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course! And take you on some incredible vacations!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy being grounded for a bit. As long as I could still travel with my family.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s a deal.

{0}_IDLE: Football keeps me busy.

{0}_SAD: And if I move up a league, I’ll be even busier.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

{0}_IDLE: And coach the kids’ teams.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: But I don’t think either of us should have to give up our dreams.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy coaching kids and helping them love football as much as I do.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d be a great coach.

{0}_IDLE: Skateboarding and videography keep me really busy.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m used to being on the move.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy taking our kids to the skatepark.

{0}_IDLE: And filming all their cutest moments for you to watch.

PLAYER_HAPPY: How many kids have their own videographer?

{0}_IDLE: Music takes up a lot of my free time.

{0}_HAPPY: Sometimes I get inspired and have to see where the muse takes me, you know?

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

{0}_FLIRTY: And write plenty of songs about how amazing you are.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our dreams.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy taking care of the kids and writing music when they’re asleep.

{0}_IDLE: It could be an inspiring experience, actually. Give me more to write about.

PLAYER_HAPPY: They’d get the greatest lullabies too.

{0}_HAPPY: Obviously, I’ve been living like a nomad for ages…

{0}_HAPPY: It would be a big change to settle down and stay in one place.

{0}_HAPPY: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I could lead my meditation classes and then come home to you and the kids.

{0}_IDLE: Or you could all come along!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That would be an exciting life for sure!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up on our dreams.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

{0}_IDLE: Spend part of our time at home and part travelling the world.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: Travelling the world is great, but I really do it to connect with people.

{0}_IDLE: And I can’t think of a more important connection than the ones within a family.

{0}_HAPPY: And we could still travel together sometimes. Show our kids the world!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s a deal.

{0}_IDLE: I’ve worked so hard to get to this level as a streamer.

{0}_SERIOUS: And while my schedule is mostly flexible, it can be erratic.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_HAPPY: I already work from home, so it would be easy for me to be a stay-at-home dad.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy taking care of the kids during the day and squeezing in some gaming at night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You could have the best of both worlds.

{0}_IDLE: I studied for years to become a vet.

{0}_HAPPY: And I absolutely love it, even though it can be busy.

{0}_IDLE: So it would be amazing to have my partner stay at home with the kids.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d still pull my weight, of course!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’d better!

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think either of us should have to give up our careers.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just have to figure out a way to balance it out!

PLAYER_IDLE: We’re going to get really good at scheduling!

{0}_SERIOUS: But if me being at home was important to you, I’d do it.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I could be happy caring for the kids—as long as we could get some pets too.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s a deal.

Enough baby talk

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s nice. I’ve had enough baby talk for now, though.

{0}_IDLE: I guess babies have really dominated the conversation today.

{0}_FLIRTY: Let’s talk about something else. Or not talk…

{0} cuddles up close to you.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s nice to have quiet time after the morning we’ve had.

{0}_FLIRTY: How should we make the most of this moment?

Have a snuggle

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d love a little cuddle.

{0}_FLIRTY: That sounds perfect.

You move into {0} arms, letting her hold you tight.

She strokes your back and you nestle your head on her shoulder.

You move into {0} arms, letting him hold you tight.

He strokes your back and you nestle your head on his shoulder.

{0}_HAPPY: I never want this to end.

Do bits

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about we climb under the covers and have a little bit of fun?

{0}_FLIRTY: I like the sound of that.

You and {0} get under the duvet.

Female LI

You feel the warmth of {0} body next to yours and touch her soft skin.

She moans softly as you caress her chest and trace your fingers down her abdomen, stopping just above her hips to tease her.

She pulls you closer in anticipation, and you slip your hand beneath her clothes. {0} bites her lip to keep from crying out.

She explores your body, knowing all the right spots to caress. She moves her hand beneath your clothes while she kisses you passionately.

You gasp as your bodies reach a shared crescendo of pleasure.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was incredible {1}.

You hold each other close, savouring the moment as you each catch your breath.

Male LI

You feel the warmth of {0} body next to yours and touch his soft skin.

He moans softly as you trace your fingers across his chest and down his abdomen, stopping just above his abs to tease him.

He pulls you closer in anticipation, and you slip your hand beneath his clothes. {0} bites his lip to keep from crying out.

He explores your body, knowing all the right spots to caress. He moves his hand beneath your clothes and kisses you passionately.

You gasp as your bodies reach a shared crescendo of pleasure.

{0}_FLIRTY: That was incredible {1}.

You hold each other close, savouring the moment as you each catch your breath.

Take a nap

PLAYER_IDLE: I think {0} had the right idea.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I could go for a quick nap.

{0}_IDLE: You know what they say…

{0}_HAPPY: Sleep when the baby sleeps!

You pull the covers up and get cosy. You can hear {0} breathing slow as {1} drifts off.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep for what feels like hours.

Then, you awaken to {0}’s soft coos.

From downstairs you hear the cries of {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like nap time is over.

{0}_IDLE: Well, I’m glad {1} gave us a moment to reconnect.

{0}_FLIRTY: And I think we used that time wisely.

Amelia pokes her head into the bedroom.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I hope I’m not interrupting anything…

AMELIA_HAPPY: Sorry, {0}, but I need to steal {1} for a quick chat.

{0}_IDLE: Go right ahead. I’ll go and keep an eye on {1}.

You and Amelia head out to the terrace to talk.

[because-of-a-friend]

Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol. 

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you. 

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.  

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

[1kook]

ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting two

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: ITS A SLOW BURN OKAY...., sweetheart jk, campus crush jk, college crushes, social distancing, zoom -_-, jk owns a keroppi plush, oc thirsts over his hot bod, jk’s sweet attempts at flirting </3 he’s just 2 cute for his own good ratings: e for everyone <3 wc: 3.7k

notes: this took long bc i wrote one version but it was SO LAME u guys r lucky my friend and editor ( @kigurumu​ 🖤 ) stopped me from posting it. so then i had to reorganize my thoughts n b like girl. the ppl are waiting. get it together. anyway here’s zoom jk 😎

Being grouped with Jeon Jungkook (he/him) for your first class on the first day of your first Zoom semester truly sets the standard.

By no means do your other classes suck; they’re quite enjoyable, more relevant to your area of study. They’re familiar which makes them comfortable, your Zoom meetings filled with faces you’ve seen time and time again the last four years. The material interests you, so you definitely don’t have anything against them or your classmates. 

That being said, no one is prepared for the awkwardness that comes with each and every Zoom meeting. You never thought you’d be embarrassed to turn your mic on— to speak in a class filled with your peers. And the meetings are all like that, filled with uncomfortable silences and endless black screens. 

You wish there was a Jeon Jungkook (he/him) in every class. 

Jungkook’s just got this bubbly aura to him, this magnetic presence that staples itself into the back of your mind with each passing day. No one fills a Zoom call like he does, making every person laugh and smile like him. 

Wednesday rolls around and you find yourself a little disheartened when you don’t get sorted into the same randomized group as him again. Disappointment melts into annoyance when you find out how incompetent your other classmates are, refusing to speak in the small group or just completely clocking out all together. A lot of them didn’t do the reading— the one you stayed up all night doing —and your first partnered assignment of the semester finds you doing it all by yourself. Muted mics, black windows, complete radio silence; you hated it all. 

You find yourself weirdly longing for Jeon Jungkook’s presence, even if he’s only there to talk about some movie he saw last night. No one is as much of a chatterbox as him, can’t even hold a candle to the way he draws everyone in with his mindless conversations. At least he speaks during Breakout Rooms, you think bitterly. 

Anyway, the first week of classes ends and your brain is a frenzied mess. There’s schedules to memorize, professors to impress, assignments to plan out. There’s definitely no time to sit around and fantasize about the curly haired cutie in one of your general classes. The weekend is spent trying to organize your planner, filling in due dates and exam days ahead of time. It’s your last semester and you’re dead set on making it your best one yet. There’s a lot of written work this time around, analyses and research papers that need to be organized. The road ahead is manageable, but you’ll have to work hard to keep it that way for the next five months. 

Most notably, there’s one group project waiting for you, which leads you to Friday. Sitting at your desk, bright and early, absolutely dreading being assigned to your group.

Jungkook is early this time, not like on Monday where he’d been one of the last to filter in, and he’s looking as chirpy as ever. Donning this horrendously hot pink shirt, completely unlike the neutral tones he’d worn during your last two meetings and that decorate his room, and the cutest pair of circle glasses sitting on his nose. He says his regularly scheduled ‘good morning’ to you all and receives a collective response from the rest of the class that not even your professor got. 

Speaking of the professor, you’ve been giving him the stink eye this whole time. Not that he can tell, given the fact he’s probably miles away in his own home while you angrily glare at him through your webcam. It’s this old guy who’s decided to sort you all into semester long groups for the class, which is the absolute worst. These types of groups always go the same way: you make a group chat promising to study together, those plans fall through, and then everyone just leeches off of each other for homework answers. And in most cases, it’s you handing over your homework answers because no one else ever bothers to do anything. Sadly, it’s a routine you’ve had to suffer through many times in your academic career. 

The thought makes you sick. Having to spend another semester being labeled as the bossy, nerdy dictator of the group? Not exactly how you wanted to spend the last few months of college, but there’s nothing you can do. Maybe this time around you’ll just let it be, won’t fight it (and by it, you mean your lazy classmates when they inevitably try to guilt trip you for homework) and simply let it run its course. 

“I’m going to put you guys into Breakout Rooms with your new groups!” your professor claps excitedly, and then you and the rest of your classmates are forced to watch him lean too close to the camera as he begins clicking around to find the preset groups he’s assigned the class. “Remember, guys, this is it for the rest of the semester. So if something isn’t right, let me know by the end of today.” 

Man, this was going to suck, you groan. The syllabus had said that the purpose of these groups was to keep you all connected with your classmates during these trying times, to give you the same opportunities in-person learning would. Frankly, you’re not too worried about making friends with everyone in this large class. Most of them are younger than you anyway, save for Jeon Jungkook (he/him) and a handful of others who are apparently in your year. Befriending lowerclassmen only to have to bid them adieu in a few months seems awfully sad, a little too heartbreaking. You really just want to get a good grade in this class, collect the last of your credits, and put this whole college experience behind you. 

Your thoughts are wrapped up by the pop-up message that appears on screen. 

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 12

You sigh, contemplate dropping this class for all of two seconds, before dutifully accepting the request. Worse comes to worst, you make up some lie to tell your professor that you’re allergic to group work and hope it works. (It won’t.) 

You sit through the mandatory loading screen for a few seconds before being abruptly dumped into your new room, Group 12, or so the message had said. There’s no one else here yet, which isn’t really a surprise. A lot of your classmates are probably like you, scowling at the pop up message every time your professor sends you into small groups before accepting the request. So you chill by yourself, eyes tracing over your own mirrored image. The notes on last night’s reading are neatly laid out before you, your copy of the book off to the side. 

Another beat and then, much to your surprise, Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is appearing in your room. “Oh,” he says, round eyes magnified by the thick lens of his glasses, the glare of the computer’s glow casting a funny shape across the lens that momentarily robs you of his pretty eyes. His pretty pink lips stretch into a smile, upper lip thinning out a bit when he flashes you those perfect teeth. “Hi, __,” he greets politely, bubbly. 

It’s embarrassing how much his presence affects you, your back going ramrod straight in a terrible attempt to compose yourself. “Hi, Jungkook,” you manage to get out, fingers nervously reaching for something, anything, to ground yourself. They land on a pencil. 

Jungkook doesn’t seem even the slightest bit aware of the commotion he causes within you. “I was really nervous for these groups,” he begins rambling right away, lips pushing down into an exaggerated frown as he shivers at the memory. “But I’m glad I got placed with someone hardworking like you!”

Despite how sweet he sounds, you’re not entirely sure if he’s buttering you up just to take advantage of your ‘hardworking’ attitude later down the road or if he’s genuinely being polite. The little information you know about Jungkook wants you to believe it is the latter; he’s very kind, sweet and nice in a way that makes everyone he speaks to feel warm. Still, for all you know this could be some elaborate ruse of his to make you trust him now and then convince you to do all the work for the rest of the semester. 

Tentatively, you ask, “and how would you know that?” You try your best to keep your usual snappiness out of your voice, pose it simply out of curiosity. But everything you say or do feels like a stark contrast to Jungkook and his bubbliness. 

His head tilts cutely to the side, imploring brown eyes looking at you for one hard second. And then, “I read your forum analysis from Wednesday,” he admits, breaking into a smile. Shy and tiny, bashfully looking down at his desk. “I thought your perspective on the piece was really interesting,” he says, lips pursing together as if he’s suddenly too embarrassed to admit such things to you. 

Stunned, all you can manage is one slow nod. “Thank you,” you eventually choke out, trying to ward the heat away from your cheeks as Jungkook sheepishly nods back, cute smile still on his face. 

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Don’t thank me!” 

It is in this exact moment that you are suddenly made aware of two things. 

One: despite his collection of soft sweaters and t-shirts, his bouncy curls and sweet smile, Jeon Jungkook’s body is neither as cute nor as soft as any of his belongings. In fact, Jeon Jungkook’s body is all hard planes and prominent veins. Arms beefy, biceps that bulge beneath the fabric of the short sleeve t-shirt he’s donned today. His shoulders fill out the material nicely, making him look broad and huge, but that’s not even the worst part, because—

—two: Jeon Jungkook is covered in ink. Dark streaks and swirls paint his forearms, curling around his elbow. Every inch of his pale skin is littered with tiny designs. They dance along the back of his hands, over his knuckles, and end at an unidentifiable point beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. When he tugs at the neckline of his shirt in an effort to readjust it, you hope your eyes are deceiving you and that isn’t a hint of ink by his collarbone. 

Your normal composure seems to slip away at the mere thought. 

It’s Jungkook’s voice that brings you back, a soft timbre that asks, “aren’t we supposed to have someone else in our group?” You flinch as if you’ve been caught ogling him, never mind the fact he’s started mindlessly shuffling some papers around on his desk, not the slightest bit concerned with you. 

“Oh— um, yes. I think,” you stammer, feeling like some creep for ogling your very cute, very sweet classmate. The memory of his inky skin nearly sends a shiver down your spine as you navigate back to the class syllabus. “We’re supposed to have at least three people,” you read off, glancing at the boy on your screen who frowns at the news. 

“Do you think they dropped?” Given it was still only the first week of school, probably. There had been a fewer number of people in the call when it started, you remembered. Jungkook sighs, this rather light sound that ends in a hum. “Well, we can always wait a few minutes just in case.”

So you wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down. It’s not awkward, or at least, not as awkward as it would be with anyone else. The other week you had silently sat with another classmate in a one-on-one discussion and hadn’t uttered a word for five minutes. It wasn’t because you didn’t care about the class, but because said classmate had been tapping away on their phone the entire time and hadn’t even responded to your simple greeting. That was awkward. 

With Jungkook it’s more weird than awkward. You can tell the silence makes him uncomfortable because he keeps doing these tiny inhales like he’s about to speak, followed by a little head shake where he seemingly stops himself from saying anything at all. He wants to talk, very badly it seems, but holds back for some odd reason. 

He’s scribbling on some sheet of paper, leaning forward to give you a view of the top of his head. From this angle, his shirt hangs forward and a silver necklace falls out from beneath the neckline, thuds against the table. And then your suspicions are nearly confirmed, and oh god, is that a chest piece—

You quickly look away. 

Robbed of his handsome face and feeling like you’ll die if you look at his body any longer, you settle for your newly acquired favorite pastime: inspecting your classmates’ rooms over Zoom. Yes, you’ll admit it is incredibly nosy, but what else can you do? You can only look at your professor for so long until you inevitably grow bored, attention drifting off to your classmates tiny windows. And with no professor in sight, just gorgeous Jeon Jungkook, you quickly begin your examination of his bedroom. 

Jungkook’s room is pretty much the same as you remember it, rather neat and plain. There’s not a lot going on in terms of decoration, which is a little surprising to say the least. Over the course of the week, you’ve watched your classmates’ dormitories and bedrooms gradually change, decorations and tapestries decorating the walls, mountains of pillows added to their beds. It’s only natural that everyone has an innate need to show off who they are now more than ever, and you thought Jungkook would be the same. 

Apparently not. 

Aside from the guitar you had spotted on Monday, his little dorm room remains unchanged. Blank walls, grayscale sheets. The same perfectly fluffed pillows and then—

A tiny Keroppi plush smack dab in the middle of his bed. 

It’s adorable but a little out of place amongst Jungkook’s rather masculine decorations (or lack thereof). A tiny green doll sitting by his pillows, cute striped shirt and ridiculously dopey smile. 

Leaning forward, you unmute yourself and conversationally say, “I love your Keroppi.” 

At the sudden sound of your voice, Jungkook abruptly straightens up, glasses practically at the very tip of his nose. Eyes wide, it takes him a second to process your words before jerkily whipping around to stare at the aforementioned item. “Oh,” he jumps, slowly looking at his screen again, lips pulled into a tight line. “Um… it’s not mi—“

“It’s adorable,” you add, propping your chin in your palm, absolutely endeared with the rosy color that paints his cheeks, fades down the column of his neck. 

He squirms, hurriedly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’ll deny it again, nervously nibbling at his lower lip, before eventually he settles with a sigh. “I won it from a crane machine,” he confesses with a sheepish huff of laughter, rolling backwards to the edge of his bed to snatch it from its spot. 

(Of course he manspreads as he sits, dark jeans hugging his thighs as he rolls back your way. His arm looks so strong, covered in all that ink, you nearly drool.)

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” he says, abandoning his embarrassment as he shakes the little figure around, makes it look like it’s dancing for you. “My mom said it looks like me.”

At that, you laugh. Loud and boisterous because you were definitely not expecting Jungkook to say that, such an odd but weirdly fitting comparison that has you looking at the doll in his hands with renewed interest. And through the pixelated screen, you can see the similarities: Jungkook does have the same smile as Keroppi. 

“Your mom was right,” you agree, wiping a faux tear from the corner of your eye. “Very cute.” 

Jungkook’s got this big goofy smile on, shaking his head in disbelief that you would ever dare agree with his mom. Like he’s genuinely enjoying himself, you think, oddly proud to have evoked that reaction from him. Granted, Jungkook always looks like he’s pretty happy during class, but it feels nice knowing that you were (confirmed) the reason why.  

A little caught up with the bumbling feeling in your chest, you’re not expecting his next words. “Does that mean I’m cute?” he asks, still with that same dopey smile on his face. 

It’s a bold statement you wouldn’t have expected from him, someone who seems content being the world’s friend, but apparently Jeon Jungkook also craves compliments. 

Slowly, you nod. “...yes,” you say, trying to keep the tumultuous emotions inside of you at bay while you grant him this one compliment. Outwardly, you give him what you hope is an obviously feigned look of disbelief, managing to lace it with a little amusement as you shake your head at his inquiry. On the inside, your mind and heart are a thundering racetrack, the roar of the engines and the screams of the crowd enough to momentarily make you lose your senses. “Very cute,” you repeat, hoping he can’t hear the same pounding of your heartbeat in your throat and in your ears as you do. “Like a little frog.” 

Jungkook graces your robotic response with the most boyish laugh, head tossed back as one loud cackle (because, really, there is no other way to describe the sound that tears itself from his throat) escapes him, curls bouncing back from the movement. “Cute like a frog,” he wheezes, seemingly to himself as he shakes his head with a grin, scooting closer to the camera again. “That’s a new one.” 

“You set yourself up for it,” you defend, busying yourself with the papers spread out in front of you before Jungkook can distract you any further. “Anyway!” you announce, neatly lining the papers up. “Our group.”

Jungkook does his best to wipe the glee off his face, but even as he reaches around for his things, it’s still there. “Right,” he agrees, “we have to, um—“ a huff of laughter “—group contract! Or, well, partner project.”

Briefly, you consider calling in your professor to inform him of your missing partner. He had said to let him know by the end of today if something was wrong. But, honestly, you didn’t see a problem with your group the way it was now. While you can only hope he’ll turn out to be as dedicated to his work as you, as it stands now, there weren’t any major red flags surrounding Jungkook’s character. 

Besides, you didn’t mind being with him for the rest of the semester. 

You nod, forcing yourself to ignore the glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you through the screen. “I think it’s safe to say it’ll just be the two of us, which I don’t mind,” you say, glancing at the time on the corner of your screen to see five minutes have passed since you agreed to wait. “Do you?”

On screen, Jungkook profusely shakes his head, curls bouncing all over the place. “Nope,” he hums. “I don’t mind at all,” he reassures you, resting his chin in his palm as he regards you, and then sweetly adds, “it’ll be nice with just us, __.”

Right. 

You gulp, heart fluttering at the dreaminess he exudes through your screen, the soft strand of hair that falls over his forehead, tickles his brow bone when he flashes you another smile.  He was so handsome. Before you say anything silly, you quickly attempt to move on. “But it does make us more of a duo than a group.” 

Jungkook looks away from his screen for the first time in what feels like forever and you finally let your heart rest for a second. “A duo,” he murmurs, shuffling through his papers. “Like Mickey and Minnie?” 

You nearly choke on your spit, coughing to hide the surprise from his rather cute suggestion. He’s not even looking at you, doesn’t even realize the absolute shock he’s thrown you in by comparing the two of you to one of the most famous couples— that’s what they are, a goddamn couple, not a duo! the words mean two completely different things! —in the world. Instead, Jungkook is humming the theme song to Drake & Josh. 

This man was dangerous for your heart. 

After having felt all the emotions in the world in the span of ten seconds, you eventually gather the courage to say, “sure,” and quickly try to move the conversation along. “We just need to, um, make some ground rules and responsibilities for us to follow.” 

Jungkook nods, finally glancing up again, but not at you. He’s glaring at some point behind his computer, brows furrowed together as he begins brainstorming on his own. You try to, really, but his lips pout adorably when he’s deep in thought, and they’re just so pink and look so soft and would feel like—

“Well, we should probably exchange numbers first,” Jungkook says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts with a new topic to spiral over. He tilts his head to the side, brown eyes focused on you. 

“Yes, of course,” you stammer, fumbling for your phone as Jungkook lets out a soft yay at your acceptance of his request. Quickly, he recites his number and you type it in with trembling hands into the number pad, giving him a quick call so he can have your number as well. 

You save him right away, just his name followed by the class you share with him. Not like you know any other Jeon Jungkooks, and if you did, you doubt anyone could ever leave such an impact like this Jeon Jungkook. 

“__, look,” Jungkook calls, that same excitement lacing his already lovely voice, and you raise your head up at the screen again. He’s waving his phone over his camera, so you don’t get to see his face when he says, “It’s a little mouse emoji and a pink bow— just like Minnie!”

Dangerous for your heart and, most likely, the death of you this semester.

Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[wasdaya]

NIGHT THINGS | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you and steve have the little habit of every wednesday showering together where you two talk about the day and star wars

warnings: this is just pure fluff, well there is nudity but no smut, just steve being a cutie + star wars references

word count: 1.2k

a/n: gif is from @acecroft | masterlist here.

THE NIGHT hung over the bath's freshly heated water. Steve's bathroom had a window that showed the perfect view of a dark, wooded landscape. You take the bath salts and foam and gently place them in the bathtub.

You and Steve had been dating for a little over 2 years, and since the beginning of your relationship you had a habit of taking a bath together every Wednesday when Steve came home from work.

Wednesdays have always been difficult days for you to see each other. You spent all day on full-time college while Steve had his overtime. Bath time was a time to talk about the day and enjoy the time you didn't spend together.

You got home at 5pm while Steve didn't get home until 7pm. And when there's 10 minutes left for Steve to arrive, you started to prepare the long-awaited bath.

Steve could tell he hated and absolutely loved Wednesdays. He hated not being able to see you during lunch, or being surprised by your sudden surprises on Family Video. On the other hand, he also loved Wednesdays. Because he had the pleasure of relaxing beside you, getting your massage and listening to your voice while some music played softly behind you two.

It was exactly 7:15 pm when Steve opened the bathroom door. A tired, happy expression appearing on his face.

“Hey.” He says as he approaches you. Arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you close to his warm chest. Steve buries his face in the crook of your neck as he mumbles, “I missed you.” And presses wet kisses along your shoulder.

"Hey. I missed you too." You say as you bring your hand to his hair and lightly massage his skull. “Look, i bought this verbena candle on the way home.” You speak as you point to the cute little packing candle propped up in the corner of the bathtub.

“I want to smell.” He talks as he digs his face out of your neck and walks towards the bathtub. He carefully picks up the candle and sniffs it from afar, making sure not to burn a strand of his perfect hair. “Smells great.” He speaks with a smile.

"Okay, now come in while i put some music on."

"Yes ma'am."

As you adjusted the radio and found the right music for the moment, Steve took off his Family Video uniform and climbed into the freshly heated bathtub, letting out a groan of relief as his body comes in contact with the water.

When you finally find a decent song, - Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler - you take off your white robe and join Steve in the bathtub.

“Hey you.” Steve says as he lifts his head from the tub and comes closer to you.

"Hi." You speak as you put your arms around his neck, raising your hand to caress his scalp. "How was your day?" You ask with a sly smile.

“Oh terrible.” He sighs, and you look at him, a silent plea for him to continue. “So, Keith stopped by the store today and started asking me about Star Wars, like, all about Star Wars. And i don't know much about it. So he basically started lecturing me in front of all the salespeople, he almost made me cry.” You laugh as you continue to stroke Steve's wet hair. “I wish you were there. You know all about Star Wars.”

“I only know about Star Wars because i've seen the movie. Not you. The movie is on and you're probably busy making out with some hot girl.” You speak with a teasing smile, a soft laugh escaping from your boyfriend’s lips.

"Well, I think i could do that with you."

“Oh, watch the movie or kiss me while the movie goes behind us?”

"A bit of both." He moves even closer, hands resting on your thighs under the water. “Tell me your favorite Star Wars quotes, im sure they're the best. And i will be able to use them against Keith”

"Okay, so we' have: "Great, kid, don't get cocky." You speak with a small laugh while Steve is clearly confused. “Han Solo, A New Hope?”

"Oh yes of course. Han. Amazing man." He speaks with a tone of obviousness and you continue:

“We also have: “I am not a committee.” From Leia in The Empire Strikes Back.”

"Leia. I love her. Powerful, badass woman, right?!” Steve says, trying to include himself in the conversation.

“Of course, Stevie. But my favorites are: “Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them” Obi-Wan says. We have the iconic and memorable: “May the Force be with you.” And the most iconic of all: “I am your Father…” By Darth Vader. This will always be the best. I mean, who expected that?”

"Oh yeah! That one i know. When Darth talks to Luke. Dustin had to explain this scene to me 10 times because i didn't understand what had just happened."

“See? You can be a great Star Wars fan." You finish. Your hands come down from his hair to caress Steve's tense shoulders. "Come here." He turns with his back to you, rests his head on your chest and lies down.

Your gentle hands begin to massage Steve's shoulders. Making circular motions and applying pressure to the tight spots, earning several grunts from him. You are able to feel him fully relax against your body.

“Now you tell me how your day was.” Steve speaks softly, his big hands still caressing your thighs under the water.

“Good, i mean, exhausting. I had a physics test and i almost killed myself while doing it. But other than that, college is going really well. Oh, and i had lunch at your favorite restaurant today.”

“You're kidding! I can't believe you went without me!" He speaks as he turns his head to stare at you with a disbelieving gaze.

"And i ate your favorite." You continue, getting close to his face, leaving a kiss on Steve's cheek. "It was great." And one more kiss, this time on his jaw. “And then i had dessert.” Another kiss, this time on the neck. “The one we always ask for.” And one more kiss on the sweet spot on his neck, earning a moan of pleasure from Steve.

“You're terrible.” He speaks, leaning in so he can steal one, two, three kisses from your lips. “And pretty. You are very very pretty.”

You just grunt as you smile against his lips. You kiss him one more time before pulling back a little, lips still touching as he says:

"You are too much." His eyes looked so bright as he looked at you that you felt your heart flutter faster.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He reaffirms. Hands rising from your thighs to caress your hips gently beneath the water and foam.

"I love you."

“You love me because im a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” He says with a smile on his face.

“WAS THAT A STAR WARS REFERENCE?”

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Amoreena | chapter seven

Chapter Seven

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine. Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels. Chapter Warnings: major fluff word count: 3.9k From the beginning <3

Spencer wakes up to the sound of Amoreena calling for her mother and the feeling of Y/N’s arms wrapped around his middle, finding her way to being the big spoon during the night.

“Dad? Where’s my mom?” Amoreena calls again from outside Spencer's door.

“She’s in here, but don’t come in yet, give her a minute to wake up,” he calls back, hoping she listens and doesn’t come barging in.

Y/N lets out a deep sigh as she sits up, still naked under the covers from the activities from the night before but not concerned in the slightest. She gets out of bed and grabs some fresh shirts from the closet before finding both their underwear on the floor, tossing them at Spencer and telling him to put everything on.

Once they’re finally dressed she opens the bedroom door and scoops up the little one, bringing her back into the bed with them so they can all cuddle.

“What the heck?” Is all Amoreena can ask, “why are you in here?”

“We had a sleepover,” Y/N explains softly, holding Amoreena closer to her and Spencer snuggles in too. “I’m thinking about moving my stuff into here too, so that me and your dad can share and we won’t wake you up by talking at night.”

“Is that why GG’s dress is hanging up there? Are you getting married?” She was full of questions, as always.

It makes them both laugh, “what if we already got married?” Y/N teases her, poking her side lightly.

She starts to pout, real tears forming in her eyes as she pulls away from them to sit at the foot of the bed, “why would you do it without me?” they both rush to console her, wrapping her up in a group hug.

“Not for real, we were just pretending to be married honey, I promise,” Y/N tries to explain softly, “did you want me to have a wedding?”

She nods softly, “like in Enchanted, but I’m your daughter and you marry Spencer and you can have a big puffy dress and I can get one too, can I be the flower girl?”

“Of course we’ll get married for you, just the three of us can plan something okay?” Y/N compromised, making a reference Spencer didn’t understand.

“We have to do it in New York like in the movie,” Amoreena was very serious, looking at them with a stern gaze.

There was a whole world of movies and music that built Amoreena’s personality that he was going to have to learn, he was going to be spending a lot of late nights on Disney+.

“We’ll find a way,” Y/N agreed before kissing Amoreena’s forehead.

“Okay,” she smiled nice and wide, wiping her tears away and cuddling in-between Spencer and Y/N.

She turned more towards Spencer, placing her head on his chest while Y/N spooned into her. The three of them cuddled up in one knot, and Amoreena was a snuggle bug. She cuddled right in and made a tiny home in his arms and he was going to hold her for as long as she wanted to be held.

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling at him, he’d glance to her every few minutes to see her gaze hadn’t moved; she was so content seeing the little family they made, all together and happy as they snuggled up closer and closer till Amoreena felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore and pushed them both away.

“I need to go feed the chickens,” she whispered, still on Spencer’s chest as Y/N got out of the bed, “would you like to help, dad?”

He kissed her little forehead before she sat up, “I’d love to, can I put some jeans on and meet you downstairs?”

“Sure!” She cheered, jumping off the bed and running out the door. Her feet smacking the hardwood floor, making the floor creak and pop as she marched down the cold wooden steps.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asks Y/N with a small smile, remembering what happened the night before.

She nodded softly, smiling while she suppressed a laugh, “I feel like a teenager again, like my mom's going to know I lost my virginity the second I see her.”

Spencer laughed too, “you haven’t?”

“I said again,” she laughed again, sitting back down on the bed and laying her head in his lap, “I wouldn’t say I’ve been celibate all this time, but yeah no one’s done that with me in a while, it’s normally just me and these bad boys.”

She put both hands in the air, doing jazz hands as she raised her eyebrows, “I love you,” the words had their own agenda as he said them unconsciously.

“I love you!” She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pulled him down into a big kiss, making the classic smooch noise as they pulled apart and smiled.

“Can I take you on a date this week? Maybe Thursday night, because you don’t work on Fridays?” he felt nervous as if she wasn’t pretending to be his wife currently like she’d reject him for some ungodly reason.

“Yeah, I’d love that, my mom won't mind doing Amoreena’s bedtime routine, she’d probably love to have a sleepover at their house,” Y/N’s eyes were gleaming at the prospect of spending more time alone with him.

He placed his left hand on her stomach softly, staring at the ring on his finger before letting his eyes trail her body. She was in just a pair of underwear and a shirt that used to be her grandma's, beautiful as ever as the sunrise cast an orange glow over her.

His wife.

“Thank you,” she cut into the moment of silence, “for last night.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

She got up and sat in his lap then, straddling his hips and holding his face in her hands so she could get a good look at his chocolate eyes, she ran her thumb over his cheeks, kissing the freckle on top of his eyebrow and the tip of his nose gently, “she has your nose.”

Knowing she saw it too made his heart physically burn, it caught fire in his chest and he felt like he couldn’t breathe “yeah?”

“My mom said she looked like a Who when she was born,” she pushed his nose up with her finger like he was a pig, “it’s so perfect and cute.”

“Thank you,” he can’t help but feel emotional.

“Hey,” she teases him again, “It was my turn to say that, so bear with me for a second before I get too emotional at 7 in the morning.”

“Okay,” he whispered, ready to listen intently to how she felt about him.

“You told me something very difficult for you, that was a secret I’m sure no one else knows about, I can tell by the way you panicked last night that this is a serious anxiety you have about never being a father,” her voice was soft as she brushed his hair behind his ears, running her fingers through the curls ever so gently. “You’re a father, hopefully of two”

It made him laugh as a tear trickled down his cheek, pressing his lips together as he listened, not wanting to disrupt all the thoughts she was going to unload on him because it was a ticket into her mind. He was finally learning her feelings and what she thought about him, not just in a fairytale glow, but in the ugly as well.

“If you ever want to talk about her we can,” she changed the subject.

“Maeve was probably a wonderful woman if you loved her enough to wish you had kids with her, she’s technically the reason I have Amoreena, you wouldn’t have donated again without what happened to her,” she made a great point, bringing a positive light to the worst day of his life.

“You’re a wonderful man and I love you very much, being open with me was really appreciated, getting to do what we did last night was very special to me, so thank you,” she smiled softly before kissing him on the lips again.

“Thank you for being the person I can talk to about this stuff, it’s been really scary,” he admitted softly about to cry when they heard the front door slam close.

“And she’s off,” Y/N smiled again, pressing their noses together. “You need to go with her, she’s very impatient.”

“I know,” he smiled. “But I need to tell you that it runs a lot deeper than what you saw last night. I’m a mess in here and it’s not going away overnight because I’ve found my family.”

“I know,” she nodded ever so softly so their noses brushed again. “I am always here to talk, or we can get you a therapist or sign you up for groups, anything you need to feel better, I’m here to assist in making this beautiful brain feel more loved.”

“Thank you,” he whispered again. “So, if I planned a big date night and requested that you wear your best princess dress and meet me at the door for 6, you’d be down?” He teases her.

She couldn’t help but laugh, “sure, cutie, any colour dress do you want me in?”

“I think red would fit the theme I’m thinking of,” saying a little of his plans and not too much, unsure exactly what he wants to do with her first.

She pinched his cheeks as he smiled, “I don’t get any hints?”

“Nope, and I have chickens to feed,” he said, moving her off his lap and getting ready for the day finally.

—

They both sent Amoreena off to school with a hug and a kiss at the bus stop, exchanging I love you’s and saying they’d see her once she got home. Then Spencer kissed Y/N goodbye as she got ready for work, heading to the main house to talk to her mother about Thursday.

He knocked on the front door, being told to come in, he was family now after all.

“Good morning Spencer, would you like some breakfast?” Linda offered with a big smile, exactly like Y/N’s.

“I’d love some,” he gladly followed her into the kitchen, taking a mug of coffee and a homemade cinnamon roll from her. Amoreena already had one this morning before the bus, leaving a single missing spot in the middle of the pan.

“Would you be able to watch over Amoreena on Thursday night so I can take Y/N out on a real date?” He asks with all the confidence in the world, knowing her mother would say yes regardless.

“Oh absolutely!” She beamed, “what were you planning?”

“Can you keep a secret?” He asked before picking up his coffee with his left hand.

“That’s her grandfather's ring,” Linda pointed it out with a smile growing on her face, it was motherly pride if he’s ever seen it, “she finally did it.”

She must have told her mom the plan, her long-time dream of marrying a good person in that field. Someone to have a family with, someone to give Amoreena siblings and all the extra love in the world, and she picked him.

He nodded softly, “last night we got pretend married, and Amoreena got very upset when she learned we did that without her.”

Linda nodded with a soft smile, “they’re attached at the hip, sometimes I think Amoreena is just a clone of her and then I met you.”

He laughed through his nose, eyes wide as he smirked, “well, actually I might be her father.”

Linda sprouted the same expression Y/N had last night when she found out, “huh?”

He sighed, “I donated sperm the month before she got pregnant with Amoreena, my friends said there should be more geniuses in the world and it’s not like I was getting married any time soon.”

Linda just smiled and shook her head with that same sigh of love that must run in the family, she walked over to him and gave him a small hug as he sat at the kitchen table.

“So, Spencer, tell me about yourself?” Linda asked as she sat down beside him with her own coffee and cinnamon roll, getting to know her son-in-law for the first time ever.

He was in there, laughing and bonding with her for over an hour, seeing Y/N drive down the driveway towards work from the kitchen window with a smile. Discussing his ideas for the date, telling her about his family and the dream he always had about running away to a place like this.

“Fate is funny like that, she knows what you need and when you need it,” Bob cut into the conversation, listening from the back door for a few minutes. “you're here for a reason, Spencer.”

He felt like he was on the set of an old movie about family love that always had a happy ending, he didn’t believe that any of it was real. For a second he wondered if he’s been in a coma for the last week, that this was all just a fever dream after crashing his bike on the way to the park, it was all too perfect.

He thanked them for breakfast with a hug, becoming a hugger to fit into her family and he didn’t even mind it. It was nice to be loved truly, not just because they were obligated to, but because they wanted him in their family.

—

His next stop of the day was Penelope’s apartment, he knocked on the door softly and waited patiently for her to answer, smiling wide at the surprise of Spencer behind her door.

“I need your help,” he says before she can even welcome him.

She was still in her robe, a sleep mask over one eye and her hair standing in every direction known to man “what did you do?”

“Nothing, I need a womanly touch for the date I’m planning,” he admitted, turning pink at the embarrassment of coming to her for this.

“What’s the plan?”

“Can I tell you on the way there?”

She raised her eyebrows, “come in and give me a few minutes, you can explain why you’re wearing a ring while I change…”

“For not being a profiler, you sure are good at this,” he avoided her question as he walked into her apartment, sitting right by her bedroom door so he could talk to her through the door.

“It’s a really long story, but essentially her fiancé died when she was 23 so she’s terrified of real weddings and wanted to just tell me she loves me and call me her husband without waiting or making a big fuss about it all,” he explained it as simply as possible. Not sure if he should tell her about the chat he had with Derek. “And we found out I might be Amoreena’s real father anyway.”

She peaked her head out the door, nothing on now and not wanting him to see. It wasn’t like she got naked when she was drunk and shown him everything before, he just laughed as she smiled at him. “If you need help tracking down any other kids, I can do it?”

He felt a little betrayed but he understood, Derek and Penelope had a bond where secrets never slipped out but they did tell each other everyone else's, “he told you?”

“No, I knew you donated because they did a background check into you at the bureau, and I was the one who had to send them the files,” Penelope admitted. “I wanted you to be the one to tell me, but I don’t think you ever would have.”

He shook his head softly, “I just wanted a family one day however I could get one, and when Rossi met Joy I knew it could bring me the same kind of happiness he has with her and Kai."

“You’re going to be a wonderful dad Spencer,” she tried to not get all teary-eyed as she stood behind the door with nothing on, “anyway continue?”

She slipped back into the room and the two of them continued to yell their gossip back and forth through the door before she finally walked out in her most Penelope outfit to date, “and we’re taking my car. It’s top-down weather, finally.”

It’s not that she was a bad driver, it’s just she barely followed any rules. She drove too fast and passed people when she shouldn’t and it stressed Spencer out, but he was too in love to really be bothered by it today. Taking an hour-long journey to Richmond, pulling into the Edgar Allen Poe Museum.

He was a member here, paying them every month to take care of the grounds and the cats, even tracking down some rare pieces from Poe’s collection to donate to them. He was their favourite customer and patron, and they were very excited for him to finally introduce his new love to one of his favourite places ever.

He rented out the Enchanted Garden for Thursday night, being trusted there alone after hours and granted a key to lock up before he left. Penelope and he picked out lights and blankets, what kind of dinner they’d have and drinks.

“So I’ll make sure your picnic basket is all ready and here waiting for you to arrive,” Penelope planned, reading through the list of things she was going to do to help on Thursday afternoon. “What kind of wine does she like?”

“Oh,” Spencer took a second to think, she might want some wine but she’s also hoping to get pregnant, it could help but it could be a hindrance, he didn’t know how to reply.

“Does she not drink?”

“Can you keep a secret?” The second time he asked that question this morning.

“No fucking way,” she whispered, smacking his arm. “Already?”

“No, I’m not sure, we only tried yesterday,” he feels the anxiety in his chest as he explains it, “It doesn’t work that fast which is why I don’t know if we should.”

“Believe me, wine is a good baby-making tool,” she smiled. “I’ll add some anyway and if she does, she does, if she doesn’t oh well, you know where I live.”

It was so easy with Penelope, she understood everything he did without questioning him. Rooting for him and his future family behind closed doors, always trying to get him with someone in the years she knew him, wanting him to get all that “sweet, sweet loving” Derek raved about.

“Do you think she’ll like this? Be honest.” His anxiety slipped back up his throat and past his vocal cords.

Penelope wrapped him up in a big hug, remembering the statistic that people with Autism and anxiety sometimes relaxing better when held with a certain pressure applied. It worked every time.

“She loves you, you wouldn’t be trying for a baby or wearing that ring if she didn’t,” reassuring as always.

“Do you know anything about Taylor Swift?”

It makes her laugh as she pulls back, “why?”

“She’s Y/N and Amoreena’s favourite person on the earth, I know nothing about celebrities, you know that, and I was thinking about getting them tickets or something this summer if she’s doing anything?” He was desperate to do anything to make his girls smile. “I need a Taylor Swift crash course, is there a new Taylor Swift fan for dummies book?”

“Spencer Reid, do I have news for you,” Penelope wrapped her arm around him once again as she rocked him back and forth with glee, “Rossi’s stepdaughter is her is a socialite in New York and one of miss Swifts friends… let's see what we can do.”

And with that, they left the museum with Penelope's arm still wrapped around him as they went back to her car, listening to Taylor Swift while she spat facts out to Spencer, helping him learn everything he could for his wife and kid.

—

He was the only one home when Amoreena got off the bus, running into his arms and giving him a big hug, “Dad!” She cheered the second he held her, kissing the top of her head as he carried her back to the house. “Where is mom?”

“She’s out buying a new dress for a date we’re going on,” he couldn’t help but over exaggerate his voice when he talked to her, it made it more magical for her little world. “How was school?”

“Awesome!” She swooned, “we started our fathers day presents early cause we won't have class after next week.”

He playfully gasps, stopping abruptly in his tracks to look at her in shock, “You can’t tell me anything about it, they’re supposed to be surprise gifts!”

“I know,” she laughed wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning against his shoulder while they walked, “I just wanted you to know one is coming, you always tell me about your gifts early, like at the museum.”

“Well, thank you for telling me,” he kissed her soft forehead softly before smiling.

She was so smart, her mother had raised her to be the most caring and considerate child. She picked up on everything, she wanted to please everyone, she was the sweetest ever.

“Do you have any homework tonight?”

“Nope! Can we watch a movie?”

He just held her cheek to his in a hug while they walked, “of course my sweet Amoreena, what would you like to watch?”

“It’s a surprise,” she whispered, struggling out of his arms and to the ground before running towards the house without him.

He walks in to see her standing in front of the tv with the remote, flipping through the channels and opening Netflix. Going to her mom's profile, down to the watchlist and clicking on the Taylor Swift Reputation Tour before taking off up the stairs to go get something.

“We made this a few months ago,” it was a piece of paper that she handed to him. “It’s the rules for when mom finally got a date, you’re her boyfriend right?”

He opened the folded lined paper, “I am,” he smiled.

Boy/girlfriend rules:

Must be royalty of some kind (or smart like a wizard)

Has to know all the words to Taylor swift’s songs

Likes to read books all the time

Have to like all the candy Amoreena doesn’t so that someone can eat the leftovers from her Halloween candy bag.

Has to be able to name all the Disney princesses

Must like cats. No if’s and's or butts.

It made him laugh, every rule was clearly Amoreena’s idea and Spencer must have ticked off all the boxes if she’s calling him dad already.

“You have to learn all the words to Taylor Swift, then you’ll be her boyfriend for real,” Amoreena informed him. “We have to follow the rules.”

“Well then, put the captions on so I can sing along,” Spencer compromised.

She hugged him with a big smile “you’re the best dad in the world.”

“You’re the best daughter,” he whispered as he held her back. “You make every day better by just being here.”

“So do you,” she replied before kissing his cheek softly and settling onto the couch beside him. “Thank you for wanting to be my dad.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.”

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[binniesthighs]

telepatía | reader x binsung

a/n: hi cuties! hope ya’ll are are staying seggsy and cozy! ;) this piece is 100% self indulgent (hehe) as well as my first time writing a poly r/ship! since i’m new at it, any and all feedback is super super appreciated!! <3 

telepatía | changbin x reader x jisung 

~aka, my love note to binsung~ 

Pairing: self insert, seo changbin x female reader x han jisung 

Genre: fluff n’ smut 

Tags: poly relationship, long distance r/ship au, established r/ship au, inspired by a song au, comfort fic, lil bit emotional but that’s bc they are in looove, idiots in love, softdom!binnie, hardswitch!reader, softsub!jisung, mentions of food, explicit language, masturbation (f), dirrrrty talking, hehe soft love makin’, lowkey size and corruption kink, unprotected sex, oral (m&f), face sitting, penetration (piv and anal), double penetration (f), nipple play (m&f), fingering (f), squirting, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie, ahhh soft n’ intimate body touching, cockwarming, shower aftercare, i am so sorry i got sooooo carried away teehee 

Word count: 7.9k 

Recommended listening: telepatía by kali uchis 

Two months. Two months that had felt like eternity. 

Your pen tapped at the table to your desk as you watched the minutes pass by. To your right, your desk calendar with your little countdown smiled at you with the little doodles had drawn along with the stickers that you had decorated there. 

Five more days! 

The golden hour of the day passed by outside your window upon the city that you had been calling home for the past two months. It was gorgeous. Unreal even. Studying abroad had been harder than you had expected--although it was often exciting at other times too. There was not a day that passed when you had regretting doing it, but there were other days when you had wished you could just transport yourself right back home; even if it meant it would be for only a couple hours of so. 

During nights like these, your cramped little studio felt even more empty than usual. The colors of gold and pink would smear in the skyline along with pale pink clouds that looked softer and lusher than anything else in the world. In the springtime, the budding and green trees lined the outside of the apartment complex and birds twittering past would flutter their wings outside of your window cracked open slightly. As the days went by, the air warmed and became more humid, and smelled of luxurious primrose and hyacinths. 

Your room was dimly lit by your desk lamp, and you hadn’t bothered to turn on any other light. Pages wrinkled, and your sense of loneliness came creeping in like the cold winter that the new season had now just chased away. You didn’t want the feeling to linger, but you couldn’t help but let it. 

The sheets of your bed were cozy, much like the rest of the way that you had decorated your studio. The cream colored covers felt like silk on your legs, but where nothing compared to the touch that you craved. 

Your phone clicked on with it’s blue-white light, showing your screensaver: a beautiful sunset image of that last walk that you had taken of the two of them before you had left. 

If it were possible, you imagined that missing one person was enough to shatter a heart, but two people? 

You hugged your phone to your chest, feigning some semblance of a hug to the two of them. Your nose sniffled as it grew more stuffed, and you let your suppressed sobs fill up the space of the room. 

You were convinced that you must've been the the luckiest or the unluckiest person in the whole world: two loves of your life, two people to share it all with had been like a dream come true. It was finally something that felt like it made sense. But, to be so closely tied to two people, meant that being away from them hurt two times as much. 

You imagined them with you in your room: they loved to sandwich you in the middle of them. This was their favorite place to have you. Nothing had been warmer and safer than that. Arms and legs would be all tied together in a way that made little sense, and both of their quiet breathing would tickle at the skin of the back of your neck and your forehead. If there was anything that you had guessed you missed most, it would be falling asleep with them. “I love you’s” would be whispered, and all space between you dissapear once the down comforter would be pulled to your noses. 

No matter how hard you pretended that they were there, it was never the same. 

[it takes three to make a thing go right] binnie, sungie, me 

binnie: have you had dinner yet? please don’t forget! 

jisung: [see image] this is what we’re having for breakfast! we wish you were here with us! 

With shaking fingers you opened the picture to view Jisung’s attempts at cooking. He had been getting into it these days. You had almost wished sometimes that you had been there to try whatever he had concocted--even if it didn’t taste the best. Today it looked like he had tried to make fluffy pancakes with strawberries and cream...but they didn’t end up as fluffy as they should’ve been. Changbin was in the background of the picture making a couple finger hearts. Undoubtedly Jisung had asked him to do it for the picture: Changbin was more of the no-nonsense and stoic type with somewhat of a goofy edge. You and Jisung always knew how to make him melt. “You two are my weaknesses you know?” 

sungie: don’t stay up too late either! finish strong before you come back, okay? 

binnie: we really can’t wait to see you, five days can’t come soon enough. 

You sniffled, sitting up. Had they been there then, they wouldn’t have liked to see you cry. Although your heart stung with a sharp pain seeing them so happy together, you brought yourself back together. You knew exactly how it would’ve been: Jisung would dry your tears gently, then cuddle right up under your arm to nuzzle into your shoulder. Behind the both of you, Changbin would spread his arms wide so both of you could be wrapped up in him. 

me: i really miss you both. i miss you so, so much. i can’t wait to see you on Friday. don’t have too much fun without me until then :) 

binnie: you kidding? we’re miserable without you!! i think that we’re both going crazy. 

sungie: he’s right!! it feels so weird, it always has been these past months. 

we’re not complete without you, y/n. we miss you too sooooo much. 

and you know that bin gets crabby sometimes. when it’s just me around... 

bin: hey! the hell you mean crabby?! i’m a frickin angel!!! 

The way that you could read each of their messages in their voices brought you comfort, and you giggled a little reading the words. 

sungie: relax! i’m just trying to make her laugh. did i succeed?

me: you did sungie. :) 

bin: you forget that i’m sitting right next to you sung, you’re playing a risky game. 

sungie: ooooh he talks such big talk, are you seeing this y/n? do you see what i mean? plz come back and save me!!! 

bin: HEY 

me: binnnnn go easy on sungie. 

bin: i do!!! 

i only go rough when he asks me too ;) 

sungie: w o w 

While it did make you laugh, it still hurt a little thinking about how even with you missing, their lives still went on, they ate meals together, went to concerts, movies, out to eat, and, at the end of the day, they still had eachother to cuddle up with to sleep. It hurt even more thinking about how they still had eachother to satisfy other comforts. Of course, you were still involved over the phone and video calls too, but with thousands of miles of distance, your hands alone could never feel as mind-blowing as theirs. 

binnie: there will be plenty of that when you get back too y/n ;) sung has maybe had it too easy. 

me: hmm too easy? 

Jisung send a series of emoji stickers that all conveyed about the same message: oh my god i��m in trouble. 

binnie: anyway, jokes aside, we are really looking forward to friday. sungie and i have been talking about it and we think we just want to spend the night in if that’s okay with you? you’ll be tired too. 

As always, your boyfriends were the most considerate people in likely the whole world. You didn’t really want to be anywhere else, but just with the two of them; as close as you possibly could be. 

me: that sounds perfect. <3 

sungie: get some rest tonight!! in the morning get yourself something nice for breakfast, i can send you some money hehe 

binnie: boyfriend of the year award over here ! ! 

sungie: hey, we’re both boyfriend of the year! duh, she loves us the same??? 

me: that’s very true. 

binnie: pffff

sungie: don’t make me tackle you seo changbin, i am sitting right next to you

binnie: is that a promise? 

me: boys, boys stop fighting, you’re both boyfriend of the year. 

binnie: see? y/n, we’re a mess without you. 

sungie: changbin, you’re my boyfriend of the year too. does that make you feel better? 

binnie: maybe. 

sungie: we’re keeping y/n from getting dinner. we should shut up now. 

anyhoo! 

we love and miss you a lot a lot. take care until friday! we’re almost there!!!! 

binnie: BUT I LOVE HER MORE 

sungie: bin, i love you, but please, shut up. 

binnie: i’m joking!! sungie i’m joking. this is an equal relationship obviously. 

By now, their usual antics had left your tearstained face dry, and the corners of your mouth sore from how hard you had smiled. 

binnie: see you soon! goodnight y/n! 

sungie: night y/n <3 

You clicked your phone closed, then let your weight drop down to your pillow that held the smell of the evening air. 

“It’ll be sooner than you think.” You sighed. 

It was much too nice of a night to be doing homework, so you decided to push it off for just a couple more hours, flicking on your dinky TV set to a local station where they spoke in the language that you had been teaching to yourself for the past couple months. Here and there you could recognize a few words, but you mostly liked it for the noise. 

You pulled your thin sheet over your bare legs, merely enjoying the simplicity of the feeling over your whole body. 

there will be plenty of that when you get back home too. 

we love and miss you a lot a lot. 

Two months for imagining...and you had learned to hone your skill especially, even if it didn’t feel the same. Even though missing them hurt, you could still feel the love from them from thousands of miles away. They had said themselves that they didn’t feel complete without you. 

The silky feeling sheets tickled at the hairs on your arms as your hand teased down your stomach, then toyed with the elastic of your panties under cotton shorts. You blamed it on the night being especially pleasant, or maybe it was just what you and needed at that moment. 

You wondered how much they had missed you, if they thought of you when their hands would run over each other, or perhaps even if they would imagine that you were there with them when they hold each other close, tiny gaps and moans stick on their lips while they would pleasure each other too. You in fact had thought of them: Jisung’s pretty moans and the way that Changbin liked to suck little bites into his neck. 

That spring air hushed into your window with the softness of a song, and curious fingers dipped into your folds and twitching bud which was wet to the touch. Your body jolted at the feeling of your fingers on your suddenly needy clit. Your mind ran wild thinking of the way that both of them had looked beside you, one of their hands dipping under the fabric of your panties and the other lightly twisting at your nipples too. Absentmindedly, your own hand reached to mimic the action on your breast while you remembered. Careful kisses would be pressed into your cheek and neck while they whispered adoring little praises in your ears. 

“You’re so beautiful baby, like nothing else.” 

“We love you so much. My princess, such a good girl for me, hm? You like how our hands look on you?” 

Your body shivered at the memory, and you rubbed circles into your clit, gathering your own sticky slick to rub over the sensitive bud. 

“Yes,” You whispered to the empty room. 

The golden setting sun reflected fractals of tiny rainbows into your room--just as your prism had done hanging in the window back at home. It would reflect on the stucco walls, and the colors would streak on the ceiling. You would catch sight of them laying tangled up in scattered sheets with both of their bodies prowling over you in bare skin. You could trace the curves of their shoulder blades like the edge of perfectly crested waves. A faraway warmth swelled over your body, and you rubbed harshly at your bud craving more and and more. Your legs squirmed under the sheets: much like they would when they would bow their heads to tease at your clit with interweaving tongues, sandwiched between your thighs which they would pull back with starving fingertips. You could almost hear it: the way that your slick would drip over your pussy, and how they would taste it too on each others lips in between. 

Your back arched recalling their praise. They would pull you between them once again, and fill your mouth with adoring kisses covered with multitudes of their love. Jisung would mewl little whines into your mouth, shaking from your hand wrapped around his cock, and Changbin kissed you like you were his reason for breathing: slow, languid, purposeful. He’d sigh out watching the way that you marked up Jisung’s body while pumping himself all the while. 

“Binnie. Sungie.” Their names became your anchor while your rubbed wider, then slower, then faster. Your soaked fingers plunged into your pussy while your head danced with the memories of them filling you up, rolling their hips in as deeply as thye could, kissing into your chest or the crook of your neck. You curved your fingers to tease at your g-spot, but your clit was even more impatient. 

“Do you want to cum for us princess?” 

“I’ll cum for you...” Your breath hitched in that room all by yourself. 

Your fingers wiggled back up to your clit, now hypersensitive from its lack of attention. Instantly, your orgasm built violently behind the twitching bud, and you threw your free arm back to grip into your pillow to steady yourself. Sweat had gathered on the underside of your thighs and on your back: it was a feeling so dirty that it only made your head feel lighter. It was as if they were in the room with you and you could see them clearly: enamored eyes dipped in lust that ate up your form until there was nothing left. 

“C-close.” You shuddered, now with pruned fingers encircling until you drew yourself right to the brink.

You came with a forceful heat that swept over your whole body and sent your hips jerking up into the air and toes digging into the bed. Your incisors bit harshly at your lip, and you stifled your unsteady and high pitched moans the best you possibly could. In your apartment complex, the walls were thin enough for there to be little left to the imagination. 

Your chest shook as you came down and you teased your bud, edging on overstimulation for as long as you could take it. Jisung had liked the way that you would convulse like this and Changbin would relentlessly give little slaps to your aching bud. Once you could take no more, you drew your hand back from the elastic, then you let the euphoria sweep over your body for a few moments of silence and tranquility. 

Yes, you had done it to yourself, but without their help, there was no way that you could’ve shown your body the same kind of fervent love. 

It was as if they could make love to you telepathically, even on this night when the sun was setting, and your bed was empty. 

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You hadn’t expected yourself to feel nervous meeting them at the airport. Still, your heart pounded in your chest with a ridiculous rhythm. It wasn’t like you had a completely different face or had changed anything about yourself remotely  that would’ve shocked them. Still, a sense of anxiety swelled in you that was unexpected and unwarranted. Perhaps it was because it was so surreal. 

There was something odd about the airport, it was likely how industrial it all felt with chairs that were lined with thin upholstery and carpets that held all kinds of mysterious stains. But, while it was a bit of a undesirable area, it was teeming with excitement. There were patrons at the magazine stands busying themselves flipping through books and laughing at the outrageous titles, people sitting joyously at the little restaurants and several hyper children tugging the hands of exasperated parents with neck pillows clinging to their strained necks. Further down the way, there was the sign illuminated pointing to the pick up area past baggage claim. 

The air smelled overly filtered, but it was still as exhilarating. You took two escalators down and one moving walkway, then the light of the outdoors flooded the area with conveyor belts and the screens above them. 

“Y/n? Y/n!!!!” Jisung’s voice called over the busy sounds of baggage claim filled to the brim with his excitement. 

Before you got a chance to figure out where his voice had come from, your adorable boyfriend came charging at you with arms outstretched and an inhumanly large smile on his face. He scooped you up holding you so tightly that you had to teeter on your tip toes. While Jisung had a bit of a tiny frame, you never would’ve guessed from the scale of his hugs. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” He giggled out the words with a sense of disbelief, and he swung your body back and forth. “Oh my god I missed you sososo much.” 

Another set of arms peacefully wrapped around you and Jisung and squeezed you in even tighter. In one of his hands, the cellophane from a bouquet of pink roses crinkled. “It’s so nice to have you back.” Changbin cooed, then reached to pat your head with his free hand. 

 You blinked back your happy tears the best that you could. The three of you broke, and you looked at both of your boyfriends right in front of you for the first time in what felt like forever. Changbin squeezed Jisung’s shoulder while the boy wiped a couple tears for the corner of his eyes. 

You were biased, but they really were the most beautiful people in the world. 

“I-I missed you both too, more than you can imagine.” 

The two boys beamed, then presented you with your flowers. 

“‘Hope you like pink ‘cause that’s the last color that they had left.” Changbin chuckled, and you nodded profusely. 

“They’re gorgeous.” 

You decided, after two months of not seeing the damn loves of your life, you deserved to kiss them--fuck the glares that you would get.

First you grabbed Changbin by the cheeks to press a smiling kiss right into his surprised mouth, and kiss him like you were a high schooler starved for attention that was forbidden to them. Still, your boyfriend grabbed your face back, rubbing tenderly into your own cheeks. 

You winked to an equally shocked Jisung, “You next.” 

You kissed the stutters away on his lips, and then ran giddy lips over his which cracked with a smile so wide it made it a little hard to kiss him. He wrapped both of his arms around you to pull you in close and you ruffled up his caramel blond hair the best you possibly could. Beside you, Changbin chuckled out proudly. 

You had closed your eyes to kiss both of your boyfriends like they deserved. If someone had stared, well...you didn’t see it. 

Jisung was out of breath after your parted, then pushed up his glasses in his surprise. 

“That was....” 

“--Lets get home!!” You shined with a smile, then took off in front of them. “Are you coming or not??” 

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Jisung decided not to subject you to his home cooking, regardless of the fact that you had said that you wanted to try it. You had ordered take-out, and ate it picnic style on the floor to your living room in front of the TV playing a movie that none of you payed attention to. Regardless of the fact that your jet lag had hit you like a truck, your pure adrenaline upon seeing them kept your eyes from becoming weary. 

The normal questions had been asked: how are you classes, how is the food there, what are the people like, what is your apartment like, have you made friends etc. You asked Changbin about how his classes were going, and how Jisung’s part-time job at the café was and about the silly little things that you used to do as three, but they now had to as two. The consensus was that doing anything as two was strange and even a little awkward at times because they had gotten so used to having you around. 

Changbin cleared the dishes, making space for you to make up your little pillow fort that you would do at times. “It felt like there was a piece missing from us. It was...really hard sometimes too.” 

“It was for me too. Out there all alone...I had never realized that a bed meant for one person would be like, the saddest thing that there is on this earth.” 

“Small bed no more!” Jisung piped, then proceeded to wrap both his arms and legs around you the best he could. “Also small shower no more.” He nuzzled into your chest. 

One of the selling points of the apartment that you shared was actually the comically large shower that it came with. During the first few weeks after you had moved in, it was as if the three of you were physically incapable of taking a shower without the others being there. Changbin joked that it was as if they had made it just for the three of you in some kind of destined way. 

“Hmmm well, I think that we should make use of that as soon as possible.” 

Jisung let out a happy little hum in agreement then angled himself up to plant a couple quick kisses on your mouth and nose. Changbin threw down your array of pillows and other blankets, draping them over chairs to make a little tent like the three of you were toddlers hidden away in your secret place. 

“Sungie sandwich!!!” Jisung suddenly gasped out, “Binnie come on!!” 

Changbin scoffed, “I guess it has been a while...can’t say no to that.” 

Jisung squealed and the two of you made space for your boyfriend to come slide himself on the other side and make a proper “Sungie sandwich.” He kissed careful lips into the crook of Jisung’s neck which made the other boy giggle out in a tizzy: not only was he sensitive there, but it would tickle him too. You reached your arms over to tangle your fingers up in Changbin’s dark locks which were just as soft as you remembered. 

“This feels so amazing.” You sighed into Jisung who had crept his hands up your shirt. 

“It does.” Changbin agreed. “We’re complete again.” 

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Small bed no more was right. 

Jisung patted the middle spot, wearing only a white tee and his boxers. 

“Your spot awaits you princess.” 

“Don’t mind if I do!” 

Changbin sauntered over while he brushed his teeth, abandoning the idea of a shirt all together. 

Your eyes widened, “...Bin--” 

“--What?” He smugly smirked. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before?” 

“N-no.” 

Your other boyfriend scoffed, “He certainly knows that he’s hot, doesn’t he?” 

“He sure does.” Changbin dished out a prideful wink. 

With sarcasm laced in your voice, you turned to Jisung to say, “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that while I was gone.” 

Changbin’s voice echoed from the bathroom “HE LIKED IT!” 

Jisung waved him off, settling to beckon you under the thick and cozy comforter that you had daydreamed of more than once. 

“Are you comfy?” He hushed. 

“Mmhm! Comfiest I’ve been in months.” 

Just as he always would, Jisung would wrap you up so tight that it might’ve been a little suffocating--but it wasn’t like you minded in the slightest. The top of his poofy hair smelled like grapefruits somehow, and you hadn’t realized how much you had missed it. The feeling of your bare legs intertwined, and there was nothing that came close to such a perfect feeling. 

Your other boyfriend clicked off the light, then engulfed the both of you with his rather strong and intimidating arms. You knew for a fact that they were nothing but cuddly and harmless. Being like this with them was what you had missed most, and it was finally yours for the taking. 

“Are you guys asleep yet?” Jisung whispered after approximately five minutes of silence. 

“No,” Changbin murmured. “What is it?” 

“I-I dunno, I can’t fall asleep, I just keep thinking...” 

You flopped over to face him, “What is it Sungie? Everything okay?” 

Your adorable boyfriend stammered, then shied under the comforter in the dark of the room. “I-I don’t know if now is the right time, but...” It was noticeable how his tone had changed; you and Changbin knew it well. Jisung’s pitch would raise and his voice would crack when he wanted something. 

Changbin leaned over to click the light back on. “Sung, you don’t have to be so coy about it. I think that Y/n and I know you better than you know yourself.” 

Jisung’s eyes widened in his embarrassment, “You what??” 

Your headstrong boyfriend sighed, “Use your words Sungie.” 

His cheeks turned rosy, then he peeped, “It’s just that it’s been a really long time and I can’t stop thinking about it, and...Bin and I didn’t really do anything for like a week cause--” 

Your head whipped in Changbin’s direction, “What?” 

Changbin nodded solemnly saying, “Let him finish.” 

“--C-cause I wanted us to wait for when you came back so it could be like, extra special? Or...something like that.” He threw the blanket over his head. “It sounds so dumb when I say it out loud.” 

You really didn’t deserve someone like Jisung. Not in this lifetime or the next. You felt your limbs practically turn to jelly to hug your shy boyfriend. 

“It’s not dumb!! Not at all!! I think that it’s so sweet! You wanted to wait for me? Oh, baby...” 

With the blanket pulled back, you held his glistening eyes with yours. He really was irresistible when he would get like this. 

“I’m assuming that you wanna stop waiting, hm?” 

Changbin joined you in leaning over the shiest of you three, then shrugged down the cotton of your loose t-shirt to paint kisses into your shoulder. In the chill of the room, the warmth contrasted beautifully. 

“Yes or no Sungie? Because I defin--” 

“--Yes! Uh--I mean, yes, but--only if you aren’t too tired or if you want to.” 

“Sungie, how can I say no to you?” You bowed your neck to press loving little kisses into his lips which still tasted faintly of mint. He immediately give into you, grabbing out to hold your neck firmly as you did so. His hips squirmed slightly, as did his legs--he always was such an impatient baby. 

Changbin scooched in closer to caress down your back as you filled your boyfriend with every single kiss that you had been waiting months to give him. 

His voice was as soft as velvet, and full of his immense love for the two of you. Seeing both of you like this made him swell with such as sense of admiration, it was as if it was a high for him. “We’ll take care of you Sungie, we’d love to.” 

Even from Changbin’s praises, Jisung’s whole body would shiver, and you could feel it on your tongue too when you had politely asked for him to allow you entrance. 

Jisung set to work pulling your shirt up over your arms once you turned to Changbin to kiss over him roughly. He had liked it more that way: a collision of lips and teeth grazing over the softer parts of your mouth, gasps getting caught in between and the heat of tongues twisting as if you were as sweet as honey. As soon as you were rid of your shirt two sets of hands greedily crept up your body to twist and pull at your nipples which had hardened in seconds. Your head fell to Changbin’s shoulder while they teased and flicked at your sensitive buds until they hurt. 

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” Changbin growled, then cradled your head to lay you down. 

“The prettiest.” Jisung agreed, then hooked his fingers under the lacy part of your underwear that you might’ve worn with the purpose of them not staying on you for long. In return, you tugged at both of their waistbands for them to do the same. Cloth hit the bedside floor, and all that was left was Jisung’s shirt which you pulled off yourself. You only had a couple moments to look in the dim lighting of the room, but both of them had already dripped lightly with pearly drips of pre-cum and their hardening dicks throbbed against the mattress. Not only was it a heavenly sight to behold, but you knew that both of them were entirely for you. 

Changbin leaned down to flick his tongue around your hardened bud, then used his hand to kneed at your other breast with his powerful grasp. Jisung pulled your face towards him with hungry little whimpers that tickled your bottom lip, so you returned the favor by pulling his with your teeth. He recoiled beautifully from the feeling, and you saw your prefect window to slither down his body and wrap your hand around his pink cock. At first, you grazed your thumb over his slit roughly. 

“Did you miss my hand on your cock Sungie? Look at you...so hard for me, so worked up...do you want it that bad, baby?” 

“Y-yes, p-please...” 

Changbin kissed his way up your neck from your breasts sparkling from his saliva, then sucked love bites onto your collarbones and the soft parts of your neck. “Angel, I want to see you with Sungie’s dick in your mouth, can you do that?” 

You nodded, reveling in Changbin’s instructions. There was something about being told exactly what to do that made you feel so pliable. Changbin knew it well. You then worked kisses down your boyfriend’s body, pausing for a moment to flick your tongue over his nipples in the way that made his whole chest flush with pink. He laughed out in his pleasure with an airy breath too. You kissed gently at first, teasing your lips over, then sucking harshly with a trailing of teeth. His back arched, and he let out a delightful “ah-fuck!” 

You finished by peppering other little marks on his chest which faded from pink to violet in a matter of seconds. 

“Babyboy, you wanna taste my cock too?” Changbin greedily rose to kneel, then pumped his fist with tiny trailing breaths. 

Jisung’s eyes turned into full moons at the sight, then nodded excitedly while angling himself correctly. You and your boyfriend exchanged prideful little glances over the other’s eagerness. The pads of your fingers traced down Jisung’s thin frame, ghosting over his flaring abs and drawing little scribbles into his ribs. Your perfect position was set between this quivering thighs which welcomed you easily, and you took his deliciously pink cock in your hand to tease at him with thick stripes. You gathered saliva on your tongue so he could feel it, then used another hand to pump at him too. 

Jisung flattened out his tongue to swirl it around his boyfriends angrily red tip and maintained eye contact as Changbin preferred. As the smallest boy dipped his head in closer, Changbin entangled his fingers with those gorgeous caramel trellises. He sighed out at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of Jisung’s throat, and groaned out lowly once he heard the other choke on it lightly. 

“Fuck baby. Just like that..” 

You then took in Jisung’s length as deeply as you could: and it was no easy feat. Where Changbin dominated in girth, Jisung made up for in length. The action sent Jisung whining helplessly on Changbin’s dick, which only drove the other boy further into his passion. 

“You take me so well Sungie.” He cooed, and pulled out for Jisung to catch a few desperate gasps. 

Your saliva gathered in the corner of your mouth, and you licked it up and down the sides of Jisung’s cock-- but only for a few moments. You swallowed him down, pushing down the back of your throat just as you had long learned how to do. Merely feeling the weight of him in your mouth sent your pussy throbbing and your legs twisting for some kind of sensation. Of course, Changbin had noticed. 

“Open your legs sweetheart.” 

You did as you were told, and his thick fingers came journeying through your soaked folds, and he toyed with your clit and slicked his fingers with your arousal. His index and middle finger circled around you: it was a sensation that you had dreamed of endlessly. 

“Mm, Bin...” You moaned onto Jisung’s cock. 

“Pretty pussy of yours must’ve missed this, hm? My fingers fucking your wet little cunt? I missed it too...” 

You tried your best to maintain your strength once you had returned to sucking off Jisung’s dick, but you only seemed to unravel further. He rutted his hips into your mouth needily--an action which teased at your gag reflex, but you were stronger than that. 

Jisung’s own slobber fell down the side of his neck which Changbin held, just so he could feel the way that he filled up his boyfriends throat. With his other hand, he dipped it further inside your pussy, fucking you slowly at first. You knew that he loved the way that your slick sounded on his fingers. In response, your helpless moans vibrated on your boyfriend’s dick. 

“Y/n, I want your mouth too.” Changbin asked gravely with hooded and darkened eyes. You knew what you had to do next. His fingers slipped out from you, and you loathed feeling so empty, but you weren’t one to disobey him either. 

Changbin made space for you to lay on your stomach next to Jisung and then tapped his wetted dick on your lips as well, leaving Jisung gasping next to you. 

“Fucking show me how much you missed me.” 

You took him in, and you had nearly forgotten how sizeable he really was. It was startling, and as soon as you took in his full length, you had to fight back tears over how thick he really was. Regardless, the way that he could stretch you out like this was purely addictive. 

“Oh...fuck--baby...” Your boyfriends voice dropped several decibels. “My babies suck my dick s-so good don’t they?” 

Jisung nodded in his wonder at you, and Changbin dipped his thumb into his mouth afterword. Jisung always did love the taste. 

Changbin caressed your full cheek, “Don’t forget to share.” 

You took a deep breath, then let Jisung take his turn again. As he did so, you resumed your work at jerking off his dripping tip, and he reached to slide between your folds with long fingers. 

With both of your adoring glances, you and Jisung kissed and lapped up the sides of your boyfriend’s dick and his eyes rolled back at the ethereal sight. 

“H-holy sh-shit--” 

Your hips buckled once Jisung let his fingers plunge inside of you and high pitched mewls sent you clawing at Changbin’s hips for balance. 

“W-wait...” Changbin pulled himself away, and you knew that he must’ve been practicing the best restraint he could. “Sungie, you wanna taste her pussy too? Taste how sweet she is?” 

Jisung smiled widely, despite being a bit of slobbery and tear-stained himself. 

“I’ve been waiting for months to!” 

You looked to Changbin for approval. 

“Sit on his face then sweetheart? Wouldn’t you like to ride his face for me?” 

You nodded in your thrill, and the bedsheets crinkled under the sound of the three of you shifting your bodies back into the proper position. 

As it often would, the windows to your room fogged with steam--even though it was a beautiful spring evening. Pillows were strewn everywhere, and some of them nearly fell off the bed. Nevertheless, you had never been cozier wrapped in the clean threads and with your sweating skin pressed against heated bodies.

Jisung firstly kissed at your wet lips, teasing and humming happily into them. He grabbed onto both of your thighs to open you further then pulled your folds apart to kiss directly on your bud--an action which sent you nearly screaming over how intense it all felt. 

“You can be loud for us baby. There’s nothing to be scared of here.” 

It was as if a switch had flipped within you, and each and every lap of Jisung’s tongue felt like the most euphoric sensation you had ever experienced. He looked utterly adorable under you with his pink and juicy tongue running stripes over your clit. Merely watching him like this was enough to bring you to your first orgasm. 

“D-don’t stop S-sung...” You rolled your hips over his lips. 

Changbin had snaked himself farther down Jisung’s body which glistened with a thin layer of sweat. He clicked the bottle of lube, then smoothed it over his length, finally aligning it over the smaller boy. Your hands grabbed out for something to hold onto: one of them within Jisung’s hair, and the other squeezing painfully into the headboard. 

“Rough or slow Sungie?” Changbin laughed out wickedly. 

“R-rough...” Jisung moaned onto your pussy, “H-hard...” 

Changbin entered your boyfriend carefully, and both of them shuddered at the feeling. The room was full of all of your eroticism, and Jisung groaned out loudly at the connection. From the sounds your orgasm drew itself out too, and it was heightened even more when Jisung moved to pump his fingers deeply into you as well. He curved his fingertips in the way that grazed your cervix, and then sent you quivering pathetically over his face. Lower, Changbin dug his fingers into his boyfriends hips slamming into him without pause, and panting haphazardly. 

“C-can yo-you cum for me??” Jisung whimpered in a way that was much too cute for his own good. 

“Yes.” You answered, then fucked your hips over his plush lips and you clenched your teeth hard against your lip “Mm-fingers, Sung--please...” 

Jisung did as he was told, and maintained his pace stimulating your g-spot then, and begging an orgasm out of your body. He himself whimpered like a puppy while he was fucked out. Had you not been focusing on your orgasm, you wished you could see it all happen. 

“Ji--fuck--” Your hips violently shook, and you came with a searing heat that locked your walls tight around his fingers and dripped even further down your shaking thighs and splattered into his delicate features. It didn’t startle him at all, but he merely licked his lips free of your slick. 

“B-Bin--” He gasped out, then you fell down in your aftershocks to watch the way that Changbin spread out your gorgeous boyfriend with sweat dripping down his chest and from his brow. 

“Ride him, baby.” Changbin immediately ordered. “I want you to cum all over his dick, got it?” 

With grabby hands, Jisung pulled you right into his chest once you had straddled him. He played with your nipples for a few fleeting moments as you got situated pushing his cock into your pussy still trembling from your last orgasm. 

It was beautiful how he could fill you up like this. It was intimacy incomparable a closeness that only you had shared with him. In fact, he had actually been somewhat of a virgin when the three of you had met, and both you and Changbin were his first time. Knowing that he had only shared this part of himself with you and your boyfriend felt intoxicating in a way. 

You flicked your hips over his length, and focused your strength on fucking him slowly compared to how relentless Changbin kept his pace at. 

“I love you baby. Jisung, I love you so much.” You held his gaze. 

Two tears fell from his cheeks--not out of sadness, but of his pure love for you. 

He begged with a quivering lip, “Please kiss me.” 

And you did. You kissed Jisung like he was as fragile as flower petals that could break with the smallest tear. You kissed his lips as sweet as candy and you kissed the last bits of your arousal away on the corners of his mouth. 

Still, “Harder...” He begged, and your hips dipped lower and quicker over him. 

“Want me to fuck you harder babyboy?” 

Changbin threw his hands on your shoulders, then ran them down your spine to feel the way that you moved over Jisung’s dick. 

“Want us to fuck you until you can’t say any more?” You tutted. 

“Fuck, Sung, you feel so--” 

“G-gonna make me cum-ngh!” 

Changbin angled the boys hip up a bit further, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room. 

You sang out the phrase, “~I didn’t hear you say it Sungie~” 

Jisung’s face screwed up, and he gasped out loud enough for the neighbors to likely hear, but that didn’t matter in the slightest. 

“Fuck me please.” 

The thickness of the air in the bedroom clouded, and you fucked your beautiful boyfriend with your tightening walls as hard and as fast as you could, right until you brought yourself to the brink of another trembling orgasm, right over his dick. Changbin gifted a stinging slap to your ass then bit kisses into your shoulder right as you came undone for the second time, and Jisung’s eyes rolled to the back of his head once he came inside you at the very same moment. Your velvet walls tightened around his ribbons of cum inside and you collapsed against his gasping chest to warm him after his release. 

Changbin set himself loose, groaning out loudly as he came too, and shook with delighted laughter that was mixed up in his happy little “oh’s.” and the hitch of his breath. His restless hands caressed every inch of your body that he could as he brought himself down, finally bowing down to kiss right into your shoulder blades and back. Jisung called out his boyfriend’s name too while he shook around him. 

You coaxed yourself free of Jisung’s dick and Changbin wondered in the way that Jisung and made a creamy mess of your pussy. He then did the same watching how his seed spilled out of Jisung as well. 

“Wow.” 

The three of your sweating bodies clambered flat onto the mattress and the room fell quiet, leaving space for your breaths and the way that the spring evening sounded outside of your window: distant car horns, the hush of the breeze, the ebb and flow of the early arrival of cicadas. 

“Are you okay?” Changbin asked the both of you with worried hands running over both of your sweating forms. 

“Y-yeah. I am.” You smiled. 

Jisung shied his flushed face with one of the bedsheets. “Me too.” 

“I think...if you’d like, maybe the three of us could kind of, sorta, I dunno, stay connected for a little bit?” Changbin smoothed down the little hairs on your arm with the gentlest touch. 

“If Y/n wants to?” 

You exhaled peacefully into both of your boyfriends arms, and gave them a little hum to say yes. Changbin carefully wetted his dick with your slick, then guided himself into you pussy with his half hard dick, and it felt like a dream. Jisung too took a bit of lube in his hand as well, then pumped his dick with a shiver to then slide himself into your ass. The two of them swept over your body with light and fleeting kisses to your neck, shoulders, cheeks, nose and lips. You stayed the same: wonderfully full, and so close to them that it must’ve been unreal. While it hurt a little how they had stretched you out, you wiggled your hips still to feel even more of it. Your boyfriends sighed out at the feeling. 

“Sweetheart, you do that any more and you’re gonna make us want to fuck you again.” Changbin scoffed. 

“What if I want you to?” You traced the way that his deep brown hair curved over his ear. “What if I want you to fuck me like this...close...slowly...?” 

“Sung?” 

“If she wants to, I want to as well.” 

Changbin held your hips firmly under the blanket, then started his slow thrusts into you with his dick that indulgently grew hard once more. 

He whispered the promise over your lips, “We can do that for you baby.” 

You don’t know how long the three of you had remained as such. Time became nothing of your concern as the night slipped on and both of them took every ounce of their time with you, slowly fucking up into your pussy and ass, the sounds of your slick renewed filled up the room. They brought out a couple more shaking orgasms from your core, each of them followed by careful kisses to soothe your shaking body. 

“Such a good girl for us.” Jisung nibbled into your ear. His hand got tangled with the sheets too where he reached around to twist your nipples between his fingers. 

“How do you want it baby? Do you want it inside?” 

Changbin’s skin filled up your palm, then you slung a leg over his hip so he could hit your g-spot perfectly. 

“P-please?” 

“Of course. Sung?” 

“--Mm-m’ close too.” 

A few more moments of your symphonic moans, and you unfolded between them: one last orgasm that was so encompassing that you had slipped right into a space so safe, that you felt as if nothing in the world could touch you. Changbin finished off with unexpectedly adorable sounding grunt, and he throbbed within you to the tune of Jisung doing the same. 

“Shit.” Jisung giggled, then nuzzled his head right into the nape of your neck. 

“How was that angel?” 

“Do you even need to ask?” 

The three of you found solace in the skin on skin of it all: three people, three bodies that could be closer than two bodies ever could.  

“Ready to clean off in our big-ass shower?” Jisung wiggled you in his giant hug. 

“Small shower no more.” 

“The problem is, who’s gonna get up first to get the water running?” 

Condensation dripped down the windows, and the curtains blew softly with the spring air invading the room and carrying the smell of flowers and the mist  lingering in grass. 

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Water dripped like rain over the pink of muscles and intermingled with the iridescent drops of soap bubbles which held little rainbows in and of themselves. Hair slicked to the sides of faces, and transparent streams coursed down the simple breaths on rising chests. Steam filled up your lungs, a reminder that it was all real. 

You were here with them. It wasn’t some kind of dream that you had painted while in that room alone with yourself and the buzzing of a TV speaking in tongues that you didn’t know. 

Even though they said nothing, but rather touched your body down, you could hear their thoughts like a melody. 

They loved every bit of you, and it was written on their faces times two. 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

@minaamhh @dazzlehoseok @synnocence @jjewibeans @hyunsluvv @unexceptional-h @bobawithchaitea @lechanters @sailorhyunjinz @silencefavarchive @eunaeiekim @julesinthesoop

[moved-danganronpamess]

I saw requests are open, so if it’s not to much to ask could I possibly request a gender neutral reader comforting sad ishimaru, gundham, sonia, and byakuya (dr1) in the game? I wish to cuddle and hug them—(also I LOVE YALLS WRITIN I WENT ON A SPREE READING THROUGH THE MASTERLIST ITS ALL V GOOD::33 ::DDDD)

Aww man! My first request, heehee!

I'm sure all the other mods appreciate your kudos! I hope it’s alright that I answered your ask despite being new, I just couldn’t resist! I wanna hug and cuddle these cuties too, they deserve it for all they’ve been through. I only wrote Ishimaru and Byakuya for now, I hope that’s alright! I’ll be sure to post Sonia and Gundham another time!  

I hope you enjoy it, my buttercup baby! <3

- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺

gn!S/O comforting a sad Ishimaru and Byakuya during the killing game!

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

You and Taka were very close. From the start of this sick, horrible killing game you were forced to play, you two naturally gravitated towards eachother. You formed an extremely tight bond in a very short amount of time.

A bond tight enough to spend almost all of your free time together, sometimes in each other’s dorm rooms or around the school.

Y’all vibed hardcore-

But, with everything going on, Taka started to feel... A bit down.

The school... Wasn’t exactly a school. There were no teachers, no classes no schoolwork or homework. To most students, that would be heaven (if it weren’t for the fact everyone was trapped inside the school for the rest of their time), but for the Ultimate Moral Compass... It was almost torture.

Taka took a lot of pride in his hard work. The countless flawless grades and extra credit (that he didn’t even need, but got anyway), constant praise from his teachers and family for nothing but said work, it warped his sense of self-worth to the point that, if he wasn’t working or being successful, he didn’t matter.

And you took notice of that. You took notice of how he seemed to get more down with each passing day where he couldn’t study or show off his current knowledge.

And Taka started to get self-loathing thoughts about the whole situation. How he was useless, unworthy, or just a bother if he couldn’t work.

He knew this was unhealthy, but he kept it to himself for quite some time, until he couldn’t take having these thoughts anymore. He needed someone to talk to, and he knew you could help.

It was somewhere in the afternoon, around 6-7 PM, you couldn’t bother to look at the exact time. 

You heard a somewhat frantic knock at the door, and went to crack it open. Peeping through the opening, you noticed Taka’s tearful expression. 

You threw open the door, letting your friend inside, “Taka, what’s wrong?! Did something happen?!”, you panicked, closing the door after him.

Taka quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, already feeling bad for making you worry over nothing.

“N-no, no! Nothing happened!”, he reassured you, and you let out a relieved sigh. But... What was wrong, then?

“Are you ok, Ishi?”, you grabbed your friend’s hand, leading him to your bed. You both sat down, as you laced your fingers with his, not planning to let go, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Taka ignored his quick heartbeat, as he told you about how he felt. His voice shook, and his vision was blurred with tears as he rambled about how useless he felt. If he couldn’t study, take tests or answer teachers’ questions, what was he even good for?

You pulled him into a hug, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. You debunked every bad word he said about himself, telling him how his talent and academic achievements didn’t define him as a person. He was a wonderful, caring friend who you were incredibly lucky to have, not some studying machine you expected to be the best at everything.

You knew how much he valued knowledge, so you suggested starting some new hobbies together like... Art, or chess, or sewing... Anything you could think of at the moment that would get you two to learn and expand your horizons.

Your touch and reassuring words comforted him... You were so considerate with your words and found a way to get him out of that low, low state so easily. You even wanted to try those hobbies with him! He never really felt so cared for. Your hand ran through his hair so delicately, he felt like he could melt. He never wanted to let go...

He was so lucky to have you.

 Byakuya Togami :

Byakuya was in the school library, as per usual. Reading a book about who-knows-what and trying to distract himself from the dark fog slowly forming in his head.

He was thinking about everything that was taken away from him. From his success and wealth, to his family’s Corporation, everything that he fought for and righteously owned... Gone. Probably forever.

It messed with him, it really did. He felt like all he went through to get to the top was worthless. That his years of fighting were wasted on nothing.

He tried to push these feelings away. Wallowing over the fact that he was trapped in Hope’s Peak until his damnation wouldn’t help his situation. He even tried to deny his sadness, and practically ran from his emotions, opting to distract himself instead. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you call out his name. He loudly slammed his book shut, not even bothering to mark where he stopped at, then turned to your direction, coldly asking: “What do you want?”

Now, your relationship with Togami was strange. At least, from your perspective. He was self-centered, cold and difficult to talk to, but that’s part of the reason why he was so intriguing to you. You always tried to talk to him, even if he responded rudely to you every time. You noticed his very slight shift in nature when he interacted with you. He was still cold, yes, but it was almost toned down.

There was something about you that he found intriguing too. You always  had something to say to him, something to add, a comeback to an insult he may’ve thrown at you once or twice. He found you amusing, and certainly didn’t want to push you away.

You walked into the library, closing the door behind you, “I’m just here to check on you. You don’t have to be so sour about it.”

“I’m fine. Now leave, you’re distracting me.”, Byakuya tried to go back to his reading, planning to ignore you, but you proved that to be difficult by coming up to the desk, and sitting down on it.

Before Togami could tell you to move, you asked: “You doin’ ok? You seem sad.”

That... Took him aback. It was clear he didn’t expect your question.

He didn’t even know how to reply. Part of him wanted to talk to you, and the other just wanted to get you away from him. 

You hummed at his silence, then said, leaning over to rest your elbows on you knees, chin propped in your hands, “I can tell you how I’m feeling, if that would make you wanna talk about it.”

Byakuya sighed, “Fine, because I know you’ll keep bothering me about it if I don’t listen to you.”

You made him promise to talk about his own feelings btw it was an incredibly long, annoying and difficult process and he actually tried to leave the room several times but yOU CONVINCED HIM AND YOU DID IT GOOD JOB

Byakuya's superiority complex really said "no❤️"

And so, you rambled for a while. About how you felt, what you missed, what you wanted to do, and he listened. He may've looked somewhat disinterested, but it was far from that. He wanted to hear you, he was just too proud to fully admit it.

But when it was his turn to talk, he hesitated. He hesitated a lot, actually, and you had to convince him to speak all over again.

And he did! Of course, adding a lot of "I suppose"s and "maybe"s/"possibly"s to his sentences to distance himself from his emotions. He didn't tell you everything, but he did say a majority of his feelings. And... He really felt better.

Subconsciously, you went to pat the top of his head, telling him you're proud that he opened up to you.

Then you realized what you did.

"Oh, sorry! I probably shouldn't-"

As you went to pull your hand away, Togami quickly snatched your wrist, and put your hand back on his head, saying: "This- stays between us, understand?"

You smiled, seeing his rose-tinted cheeks, as your ran your hand through his hair absentmindedly.

As he went back to his reading, you two sat together in a comfortable silence, and a ghost of a grin appeared on his face.

... He could get used to this.

Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3

[fanmoose12]

Partners

Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance Rating: T

Detective!au

Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

Chapter 10/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Сhapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Сhapter 7

Сhapter 8

Chapter 9

“We’ve been apart for so long!” Hange kissed the crown of black hair, nuzzling her nose into it. “I’ve missed you so much, my dear! I love you more than anyone else in this world, yes, yes, I do.”

“Are you finished already?” Levi asked, scowling darkly. “Or are you going to continue making out with my dog?”

“I’m just saying hello to my favorite boy!” Hange giggled, and Grim licked her face happily. “Well, my second favorite boy,” she corrected, shooting Levi a mischievous grin.

“Get the fuck off the floor, four-eyes,” he lightly kicked her thigh. “Before your butt freezes.”

“Fine, fine, Grim, get off me, boy,” the dog complied instantly, and Hange outstretched her hand, signaling Levi that she needed help with getting up. Levi rolled his eyes, but obeyed too. Hange stood up, dusting her pants. “A certain someone likes my butt so much, he doesn’t want it to freeze.”

“Take your shoes off,” Levi grunted, way above responding to Hange’s taunts. Whatever he thought about her butt wasn’t any of her business anyway.

“Ah, this place hasn’t changed a bit!” Hange exclaimed, as she walked further into Levi’s apartment.

“What did you expect?” Levi followed after her. “Some big renovations?”

“Maybe?” Hange shrugged. “I was actually worried some cutie lives here now.”

Levi stared at the back of her head, lost and confused. She was worried? About some cutie?

What the fuck?

“You know,” Hange continued. “Some adorable little thing who managed to steal the heart of Levi Ackerman himself.”

“Nothing of the sort happened, as you can see,” he said, his face blank despite his obvious discomfiture.  

Adorable little thing stealing his heart? What a bunch of nonsense, Levi thought. Even if there was someone, capable of stealing his heart, it would be a loud, messy idiot who stood a good few inches above him.

“You don’t need a tour around the house, I hope?” he asked.

“Of course not, I remember it better than my own.”

“Good, then settle down, I’ll go on a walk with Grim.”

“Aw, you’re taking him away from me already?” Hange pouted, crouching in front of the dog. Grim licked her pout away, making Hange giggle. And eliciting an annoyed tsk from his owner.

“Let’s go,” he fastened a leash to Grim’s collar. He then looked back at Hange. “Try not to ruin my house while I’m gone, alright?”

“Sure!” she showed him thumb-ups.

Levi shook his head with an exasperated sigh. “I won’t be gone for too long. Oh, and Hange,” he glanced at her briefly, before turning away. “Welcome home.”

 ***

“Um, Levi?” Hange called seconds after he returned from his walk with Grim. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” he gave Grim a treat and motioned for him to stay put, walking towards the bedroom, from where Hange’s voice was coming from.

Levi walked in and saw that Hange was standing in front of his wardrobe.

Oh. She wanted to ask him about that.

Understandable.

“I know how that it looks kinda creepy…” he rubbed his forehead, feeling more than a little bit embarrassed.

“That’s my old clothes, right?”

Well, there was no pointing in denying that.

“Yes,” Levi said, giving Hange a courtesy of looking her straight in the eyes. “I was the one, who cleaned your apartment after, well, you know…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, throwing them away seemed like a waste, so…”

“Thanks!” Hange beamed.

Levi frowned. “You’re not… mad or something?”

“Of course, not, silly! I’m actually quite happy. I’ve missed this pullover so much!” Hange took the piece of clothing out, throwing it at Levi’s bed. “And this sweater!” it followed the path of a pullover. “And this shirt! And—”

“Okay, stop.” Levi grabbed her hand, preventing Hange from making a total mess on his bed. “I’ve got it, you don’t mind me being a weirdo, my bed has nothing to do with it.”

“Oh right,” Hange chuckled, shrugging helplessly. “Sorry about that. I can—”

“I’ll clean this out,” Levi cut her off. “You go ahead and take a shower.”

That put a pout on Hange’s face. “But I’ve already had one this morning…”

That was an improvement, Levi was actually impressed. Still, it wasn’t enough.

“I’m not letting you sleep in my bed until I make sure that you’re fresh and clean, four-eyes.”

“What!” Hange squealed. “You want me to sleep in your bed?”

“Do you wish to spend the night at my shitty old sofa? With Grim drooling all over you?” Levi bluntly countered. “I thought to take that place myself, but if you’re so eager...”

“But I can’t just kick you out of your own bed. Let me take the sofa.”

“You’re a guest, four-eyes. Take the fucking bed.” He gritted, annoyed by her stubbornness.

“Fine!” Hange threw her hands in the air. “If you’re so dead set on this, I’ll take the bed.” Levi’s lips almost curled into a victorious smirk. “But you’re sharing it with me.”

And the celebratory expression disappeared without a trace.

“…What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s share the bed. You take one side, I take the other, no one sleeps on the sofa, we both sleep on a bed. Together.”

We both sleep on a bed. Together.

These words made blood rush to his face. He just recently discovered that he might be harboring some kind of feelings for Hange. He didn’t know yet just what kind of feelings. He didn’t know when all of that had started and what make of it. So sharing a bed… seemed like they were rushing things a bit.

“Isn’t that weird?” he asked, trying to find a way out of this situation. Preferably without revealing to Hange just what exactly was weirding him out so much.

“I don’t think so, no.” Hange shrugged. “I mean, we’ve shared the bed before.”

“It was one time,” Levi said, understanding exactly what she meant. “And we didn’t share a bed. You fell on top of me while we were napping on a sofa in the office.”

“That wasn’t the only time we’ve shared the bed, though,” Hange remarked. “Remember Erwin’s birthday party?”

“We were drunk,” Levi crossed hands on his chest. “And technically we weren’t sharing.”

“How so?”

“You were sleeping between Erwin and me. It’s not sharing.”

“It is!” Hange huffed. “I was sharing a bed with you and Erwin. Your hands were on my waist! That counts as sharing.”

Oh. His hands were on her waist? Levi’s mind thankfully obscured that detail.

“And if it makes you feel less awkward, it wouldn’t be just us in this bed tonight too.”

“Huh?”

“Grim,” Hange smiled. “I’m sure he’ll join us too.”

Levi scowled. “He is not allowed on a bed.”

“Sure,” her smile turned into a smirk. “Keep lying, Ackerman.”  

“Fine,” he shook his head. “I’ll go wash Grim and prepare a bath for you. And then you’ll shut up, take a bath and we’ll go to sleep. It’s late and I had a hell of a day because of you.”

“I’ll go make tea for us in the meanwhile,” she moved past Levi, heading to the kitchen. She stopped when she was right next to him and left a kiss on his cheek. Levi’s heart did a flip. “Thanks for everything,” she whispered, before disappearing into a kitchen.

Levi stood there, with a hand pressed to his cheek, gently touching the place Hange kissed for an embarrassingly long moment. He would have continued to remain frozen on that spot, if it weren’t for Grim, who started to whine loudly, getting impatient of waiting for Levi to snap out of it and take care of him.

“Shit,” he cursed, running a hand through his hair. Just what Hange was doing to him? “I’m coming!” he yelled, hurrying to his pet.

 ***

Levi put his hands around Hange, pulling her closer. He inhaled her faint scent and smiled, tracing the contour of her shoulder with his nose.

Hange turned in their embrace, facing Levi. She looked him in the eyes, the corners of her lips lifting in a soft, loving smile.

“It’s so good to be reunited, isn’t it? After long two years of being apart?”

“Yes,” Levi breathed out, unable to do anything but stare at her, devotion shining in his eyes.

“Do you think this is going to last?” her voice was honeyed, sweet. Too sweet, Levi realized as Hange’s smile changed. It wasn’t soft. Or loving. It was cold and cruel. “Do you think you can make me stay?”

Hange shook her head, disappointment replacing the once tender expression. Before Levi could say anything, ask her a question or give her some kind of an answer, she disappeared, slipping between his fingers. Like she wasn’t even there. Levi stared at the now empty space beside him with widened, shocked eyes.

“No,” he whispered weakly, grasping the sheet, where Hange just laid. “No, don’t go, don’t leave me alone, not again.”

He was cold, and the room around him was dark. It pressed on him, making him feel like a small frightened boy. The panic gripped and ceased him, suffocating him in its tight, loveless embrace.

And then— as though out of nowhere, there were warm hands on his face and gentle, insisting voice in his ear, calling out his name, repeating it again and again.

Unable to resist, he followed it.

He opened his eyes and he was still in his room, but— it was different from before. It wasn’t engulfed in darkness anymore, the lamp on his bedside table illuminating everything, and he wasn’t alone, Hange— Hange was hovering above him.

She was looking at him with a mixture of worry and confusion, her hair was out of the usual ponytail and seemed to be even more of a mess, the glasses were gone too and Hange was squinting, which made her look like a disheveled, one-eyed owl.

She looked ridiculous, Levi thought. He wanted to stare at her for hours.

“Levi?” she asked in a quiet whisper.

“Sorry for waking you up,” he said, embarrassment making his voice even gruffer than usual. “Go back to sleep.”

He turned away from her, switching off the lamp. A couple of minutes passed and the room was still silent. Levi closed his eyes, hoping that Hange was merciful enough to spare him and forget about the whole incident.

Of course, that was foolish of him. Hange forgetting about something? Nothing more than a wishful thinking on his part.

“Hey,” Hange called. “Do you want to talk about that?”

“No.”

“I do.” She said matter-of-factly. “You had a nightmare.”

Levi snorted. “Great deduction, detective Zoe.”

“That nightmare was about me.” It wasn’t a question, but Hange still paused for a second, giving Levi a chance to confirm or deny it. He remained silent. Hange took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. You’re… suffering because of me—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off harshly, preventing her from spitting out even more nonsense. “You came back, Hange. You’re here now. That’s more than I could ask for.”

“Come here.”

Suddenly, there was a hand on his arm, turning him around.

“I want cuddles.” Hange explained with a silly grin.

“I don’t.” Levi glowered.

“Yes, you do,” she threw her arm over him, laying a head on his chest. “He does want to cuddle, right, Grim?”

Grim, who was lying at the foot of the bed answered by putting his head on Levi’s leg.

“Good grief,” Levi muttered, wrapping his hand around Hange’s shoulder. She nuzzled into his chest with a contended sigh.

Levi was glad that the room was dark this time. It made it easier for him to hide a smile.

***

“So!” Hange rubbed her hands in anticipation, looking around the police precinct with an excited smile. “What’s our plan of action?”

“I’m catching up on all of my paperwork.” Levi said. “You sit tight and watch me work.”

“Boring,” Hange answered flippantly. “Didn’t we use to visit forensics first thing in the morning? You know, to get updates about the clues and stuff?”

“There are no clues, remember?”

“Right,” she scratched her chin. “But, maybe, they found something?”

“They would have informed me already.”

“Maybe, they forgot?”

Levi sighed. “You just want to visit the forensic department, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Hange agreed with a shrug. “Shall we?”

“You go,” he gave her a slight push. “There is something I need to do first.”

“Eh?” a confused crease formed between Hange’s eyebrows. “And where are you going?”

“I’ll join you soon.” Hange continued to stare at him. She put hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, silently demanding a more detailed answer. Levi sighed again. “I’m going to get my tea. And then I’ll come back, alright?”

“Oh,” Hange snickered, giving him an amused look. “Alright, go get your tea, shorty, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Detective Ackerman! Detective Zoe!” before Hange and Levi could go their separate ways, a man approached them. To Levi, he looked distinctly familiar.

“Oluo!” Hange greeted with a smile, bringing Levi up to a speed.

Right, Oluo Bozard, a police technician and Petra’s old colleague. A man who was foolish enough to follow through with her reckless schemes.

“How is Petra?” Hange asked, while Levi was too busy glaring holes at the man. “Did you two get back home safely last night?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you actually,” Oluo rubbed his neck. “Petra, haven’t you two seen her? She doesn’t pick up the phone and she isn’t at your office.”

“Since this weirdo is with me today,” Levi pointed to Hange, earning a playful punch to the arm from her. “I texted Petra this morning, told that she can have a day off. She’s probably still sleeping.”

“Poor thing,” Hange shook her head. “She must be so exhausted.”

“Oh,” Oluo nodded. “I was starting to get worried, but Petra is just lazing around? A weight of my shoulders,” he wiped the imaginary sweat from his forehead and smiled. “Thank you, detectives. Have a good day!”

“You too!” Hange waved at him, then turned to Levi. “Don’t take too long, shorty, I’ll be downstairs.”

“Just… be careful, four-eyes.”

“Huh?”

Levi gave her a knowing look, as corners of his lips curled into a small smirk. “They don’t know about your miraculous resurrection. Don’t give our scientists a heart attack, alright?”

Hange snorted, clasping his shoulder in delight. “I’ll try my best,” she promised, before hurrying to the stairwell that led to the forensics department.

“What an idiot…” Levi whispered, watching her go with a fond look in his eyes.

  ***

Moving on her tiptoes, Hange carefully made her way down the stairs. She slowly and quietly approached the entrance to forensic department, and then carefully touched the handle, remembering that it used to have an extremely annoying habit of rattling very loudly every time someone moved it.

Two years later, and that particular problem still hadn’t been solved. She softly gripped the handle and turned it, trying to be as stealthy as possible.

She took all the precautions not because she wanted to give the scientists a heart attack, as Levi had so bluntly put it. She just… wished to see a look of shock and surprise on their faces. It would be hilarious, Hange thought, already anticipating Moblit’s wide-eyed and pale-faced look, Nifa’s squeal, Keiji’s shout and Abel’s cursing.

It would be hysterical. Levi would regret not coming with her.

With that in mind, Hange threw the door to forensics department open. “Hey, guys!” she yelled, waiting for the gasps of surprise to reach her ears.

They never did.

Nifa, Moblit, Keiji and Abel all ran out to see her. There were wide smiles on their faces and happiness shining in their eyes.

No shock, though. No surprise. Hange couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Did the miraculous returns of the people who were presumed dead for two years become such a common thing nowadays? Not worthy even a single ‘what the fuck’?

“We missed you so much!” Nifa wrapped her arms around Hange’s neck, bringing her down to a hug. Hange embraced her back, forgetting about her chagrin for a moment.

“What are you standing there for?” Nifa scolded, turning around. “It’s supposed to be a group hug, you idiots!”

Laughing in embarrassment, Moblit was the first to join Nifa. Keiji and Abel, complaining about Nifa’s bossiness in hushed murmurs, were quick to follow her order as well.

“Ah, guys, I missed you too,” Hange sighed, happy as ever. Having four people curled around her body wasn’t exactly comfortable, but Hange felt warm, she felt loved and appreciated.

She felt at home.

  ***

“So who ratted me out?” Hange asked, after Keiji had put a cup of coffee and a plate of Nifa’s delicious cheesecake in front of her. “Who told you that I’m not actually dead? Was that Levi, that blabbering gossiping midget?”

“Um, no?” Abel answered with a confused frown. He had some troubles imagining Levi as blabbering. Or gossiping. Or anything else, except a menacingly looking, constantly scowling man.

“Then was it Erwin?” throwing a piece of cheesecake in her mouth, Hange leaned closer, watching all of them carefully. “Did that handsome bastard finally grow tired of keeping my secret and decided to spill it out for everyone?”

“It wasn’t him either,” Nifa smiled. “It was Petra who told us.”

“Petra?”

“Yeah, you know,” Moblit chimed in. “Detective Ackerman’s new partner.”

“Of course, I know Petra,” a wide smile appeared on Hange’s lips. “She’s such a sweet girl. I take it, you already bonded with her?”

“She’s nice,” Keiji shrugged, sipping on his coffee.

“And very kind,” Moblit agreed.

“And so fricking pretty!” Nifa added. “If that idiot Oluo ever grows tired of her…”

“Sorry, Nifa,” Hange chuckled, patting the girl’s hand sympathetically. “But I saw them the other day. If anyone is going to grow tired, it’s definitely not Oluo.”

“What a shame,” Nifa stared into her cup of coffee, shaking her head.

“By the way, Hange,” Abel said, diverting attention from heartbroken Nifa. “I’ve gotta say, the eyepatch looks good on you.”

“Yes!” Nifa perked up. “You look so badass.”

“Ah, you think so?” Hange touched the eyepatch with her fingers, a look of self-doubt painting her features.

“You look cool as hell,” Keiji assured her with a warm smile.

Hange’s cheek reddened slightly, as she gave a small nod, silently thanking everyone for the compliment.

“Where is detective Ackerman?” Moblit asked suddenly. “Is he not going to join us?”

“He doesn’t trust your taste in tea, so he went to get his own,” Hange explained with a fond look. “He’ll be there in a moment.”

“What an insufferable little man!” Nifa muttered with a dark expression. “We still keep his favorite brand of tea,” she huffed irritably. “If only he visited us more often, he’d know that.”

“Why are you here today?” Abel questioned Hange. “Does that mean—”

“That it’s a ‘bring your best friend to work’ day?” Hange forced out a laugh, pushing her glasses up.

“So you won’t… return?” Moblit looked into her eyes. His sad, disappointed look broke Hange’s heart.

She took a breath, turning her gaze away. “I don’t know if I’ll return,” she said earnestly. “But… I really want to.”

“So!” she clasped her hands together, destroying the tense silence that fell over the room after her words. “Do you have a nice, horribly mutilated corpse to show me?”

“Oh,” Nifa smirked, her eyes glinting wickedly. “We have just what you need.”

  ***

Levi leaned against the doorway, unnoticed by everyone. With Hange at the center of the table, it didn’t surprise him. He watched her exchange jokes with the others, smile and laugh, and he thought – finally, everything is as it should be.

He realized he had missed not just Hange, he had missed this, a life he used to have, a routine he was accustomed to, a routine that disappeared ever since Hange was gone.

He missed coming down there with Hange, missed listening to her nerdy conversations with their colleagues and looking at the disgusting, revolting corpses with her, missed dragging her out of the forensics department and into their office, forcing her to get to actual work.

He wondered if this life was ever going to return. He desperately hoped so.

“Hey, detective Ackerman!” Abel’s friendly voice distracted Levi from his gloomy thoughts. “Come join us, the tea is getting cold!”

“We still have your favorite brand, by the way,” Nifa scolded him, wearing a disgruntled expression. “You would have known this, if you actually visited us more often than once in a lifetime.”

“Sorry,” Levi mumbled. Nifa’s strict voice and vicious glare actually made him feel bad. “Thanks for the tea.”

“I saved you a place!” Hange said, standing up.

“And where are you going?” Levi narrowed his eyes, suspicion swirling in his gaze.

“Nifa and I have some business in the dissection room,” Hange leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. “She promised me a cool corpse!”

“Ugh,” Levi pushed her away. “You don’t change,” he told her. His voice sounded much fonder than he intended it to.

“Yeah, love you too,” Hange ruffled his hair and left, hurrying after Nifa.                

His heart skipped a beat at that. Levi stared in the distance for a long moment, failing to calm his racing heart.

“Detective?” Moblit carefully touched his elbow. “Are you—”

“I’m fine,” he gritted through teeth, snapping out of his stupor. “Don’t you dare to say a word,” Levi threatened, scowling at Moblit, Keiji and Abel.

He picked up his cup, hiding a blush behind it. Damn Hange and her annoying ability to always embarrass him. That part of her he most certainly didn’t miss.

  ***

“If watching me work gets you so damn interested,” Levi muttered without looking up from a mountain of paperwork on his desk. “Then lend a fucking hand, four-eyes.”

“Don’t distract me,” she chided, throwing a paper plane right in the middle of his desk. “I’m thinking.”

“Thinking?” Levi crumpled the plane in his hands, changing its trajectory into a trashcan. “I wasn’t aware you could do that. New skill of yours?”

“Asshole,” another paper plane hit him in the side of his head. Levi cursed, crumpling this one with much more force. “If you’re such a douche, I won’t tell you what I was thinking about.”

Oh. That got Levi curious.

“I’m listening,” he said. He sat back in his chair, directing his gaze on Hange. The paperwork lay forgotten on his desk. Levi ignored it. He also ignored Erwin’s voice in his head that reminded him that he was supposed to finish all of it today. He was working for over an hour now. He deserved a small break.  

“Well,” Hange huffed, raising her nose up in distain. “Now I don’t want to tell you.”

“Hange,” Levi took a paper from his desk, crumpled and threw it at her, making her look at him. “I’m listening,” he said, looking her in the eye.

Hange’s demeanor changed instantly. She lowered her gaze and shook her head. “You would think I’m stupid…” she quietly mumbled.

“I already know that you’re stupid, four-eyes, so, c’mon, spill it out already.”

“After all this is over…” Hange began, drawing invisible patterns on the surface of her desk. “You know the murders and that shit with Zeke… do you think I can come back?”

“Hange,” Levi looked at her seriously. “Tell me one thing, please – are you an idiot?”

Hange glanced up, blinking in surprise. “…What?”

“You saw how much everyone misses you today, and you still have any doubts about coming back?”

“I doubt it’d be so easy…” Hange fumbled with her thumbs. “I’m presumed dead, after all.”

Levi rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I’m pretty sure Erwin can clear that out in no time.”

“But after those two years, would I be able to… fit it?”

“You’re definitely an idiot,” Levi declared, biting his tongue from saying something much worse. “Tell me one goddamn reason why you wouldn’t fit in.”

Hange shrugged, studying her nails so intently like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “You have a new partner now.”

“That’s… what got you so worried?” Levi spoke, his voice full of surprise.

“Well… I just don’t want another partner, I guess.”

“Idiot,” Levi repeated once again. “I don’t want another partner too, I don’t think Petra is going to be very upset if Erwin finds her a new one.”

“Oh!” Hange finally looked up, her face bright and excited. “You would want to continue working with me?”

“No,” Levi said in a dead-pan voice. “Working with my best friend is absolutely awful, I hated every second of it, that’s why I was so depressed after your death.”

“Gosh, you’re such an asshole,” Hange said, a smile breaking on her face.

Levi couldn’t help but curl his lips upwards too. “And you’re an idiot.”

“Erwin would be ecstatic to have you back too,” he remarked, turning back to his papers. Looking at Hange’s smile made him think silly things. It made him want to press his lips to that smile and taste if it was really as sweet as it looked. He shook his head slightly, struggling to return his attention to work.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you were his best detective, after all.”

“Hm.” Hange frowned. “Weren’t you the precinct’s best?”

“No,” Levi said, his voice much gruffer than usual. The pen in his hand trembled from the force he was holding it with. “Without you, I wasn’t.”

“Levi…” Hange whispered.

She stood up suddenly, the scraping noise from her chair filling the too quiet room. She walked up to his desk and sat at the edge of it. She slowly reached out to him, curling her hand around his shoulder, and as Levi looked up, he saw that she was staring down at him with a mixture of fondness and shyness.

“Maybe, it’s not the right time for this, but I’ve always wanted to tell you…” she paused, looking down for a second. Then she took a deep breath and—

And then someone knocked on the door. It was loud and insistent, and Levi cursed whoever was behind it. What was Hange going to tell him? He wanted to know. He wanted to know so much he was ready to ignore the irritating knocking.

Hange had another opinion, though.

“Come in!” she shouted, turning away from Levi.

The door opened, and a sweaty, heavy-breathing Oluo tumbled inside.

“Detectives!” he managed to yell between his pants. “Have any of you heard from Petra?”

Levi and Hange exchanged a glance. “No?”

“I’ve just returned from her apartment,” Oluo explained, nodding gratefully at Hange, who offered him a glass of water. He gulped half of it in one go. “It was— it was empty. Her coat and shoes were inside and—”

“And the door?” Hange asked.

“Unlocked.” Oluo answered.

“Shit. Have you noticed anything else?”

“Yes,” Oluo nodded, opening his coat and taking something from the inner pocket. “This was lying on Petra’s windowsill.”

Hange snatched a small bag out of his hands, pushing her glasses up and inspecting it carefully. “A cigarette butt…” she whispered with a troubled expression.

Levi was instantly by her side. “I take it, the brand is familiar?” and before Hange could answer, he added. “Zeke smokes a lot, does he not?”

“I don’t—”

“I knew we couldn’t trust him,” he growled, clenching his fists. “I told you we couldn’t, and now Petra—”

“I don’t think that’s him, Levi,” Hange said, cutting him off. “Just think about it,” she continued, starting to pace around the office. “It’s Zeke we’re talking about, a man so evasive we spend a whole year chasing after him, and now, what? He forgets to throw out his cigarette butt? Even though, he knows we may still suspect him? He’s much smarter than that.”

“So what are you saying?”

“Someone is setting him up,” Hange concluded confidently. “Now I’m sure of it.”

“And what about Petra?” Oluo spoke up. “Do you really think she was… kidnapped?”

“Shit.” Levi muttered with feeling. He didn’t want to believe that Oluo’s conclusion was right, but… then he remembered a note they’ve found at the scene of a second murder and… it was the only possible explanation.

“We need to start the search,” Hange announced in commanding voice. “Levi, go and inform Erwin about this, tell him to gather as much people as he can. Oluo, rest a bit, then go back to your department. If there are officers you unquestionably trust, ask them for help as well. We’ll meet right there in two hours.”

“Oi!” Levi grabbed her sleeve, catching up with Hange, who was already by the door. “And where are you going?”

“To Zeke,” Hange said. “I need to make sure he’s innocent. And, who knows, maybe, he’ll be able to help us.”

“Hange…”

“I’ll be fine,” she gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to die on you for a second time.”

“You better keep this promise, four-eyes.” Levi spoke darkly. “Because I’m not letting you go for a second time. Good luck.”

Hange nodded. “I’ll see you soon.”

  ***

There was a pounding, pulsing pain that was impossible to ignore. It felt like someone was hitting her head repeatedly with a hammer and simultaneously squeezing her brain inside the tight clutches. It felt like a hundred hangovers combined.

And it was made exponentially worse by hushed voices to her left that just didn't shut up.

Groaning softly, Petra opened her eyes. And closed them instantly as a new, much stronger wave of pain hit her. Her eyes felt like they were burning, her head felt like it was going to explode.

What had happened to her?

Fighting through pain, Petra tried to focus, searching through her brain for the recent memories. She was... with Oluo, and together they've broken into Sannes' office. Levi had come then, with detective Zoe in tow. And after that... she went home. Petra remembered the feeling of exhaustion as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. And then... what happened then? She must have gotten to the front door, and, right... she had found it unlocked. She walked inside and saw a man and....

"Detective Ral. Did you and your partner receive my note?"

And then before she could do anything, cry out for help, try to defend herself or take out her gun, the man with an eerie smile attacked her. He seized her hands in his, his face moved closer to hers, she felt shooting pain at the back of her head and then... There was darkness.

And now she was strapped to a chair with a headache so fierce it made her nauseous.

God, it was pathetic. She needed to do something about it.

She opened her eyes again, this time more slowly. The room she was in was still too bright, but Petra persevered and carefully surveyed her surroundings.

The room wasn't big and it was mostly empty. There were no windows and the only source of light was a lightbulb that shone right above her head. Apart from a chair she was sitting on, the only piece of furniture inside was a long table that stood at the other side of the room.

That's where the voices came from. And that's where two figures stood. Petra recognized one of them right away, despite him standing with his back facing her.

Sannes.

That meant that the man beside him was his intern. The bastard who kidnapped her. The man with an eerie smile.

Engrossed in a conversation, the two men didn't seem to notice that she had regained her consciousness. Petra had to use it to her advantage.

Whatever they talked about, the discussion seemed heated. Petra strained her hearing, listening in.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Sannes hissed, grabbing the other man by the collar of his shirt. "Do you understand what you've done? If Ackerman finds out—”

"He won't," the man responded calmly, easily throwing Sannes’ hands off him. “He won’t be able to find us, I took some precautions.”

“You— you took some precautions?” Sannes repeated, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. “What kind of precautions, you fucking dimwit? Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

“You said he wasn’t as good as he was before…” the man mumbled with a confused frown.

“And that still makes him ten times smarter than you!” Sannes snapped, turning away. “Fuck!” he yelled, gripping the side of his head. “Why did I even agree to help you out, I knew you were a fucking idiot. And now Ackerman will have all the proof he needs to get rid of me. Years of hard work!” he lamented. “And all of it wasted because of your idiotic stunt!”

“Calm down, I’ve got everything under control!” the man tried to placate Sannes. “We’re taking a huge risk, I know, but the reward will be worth it!”

“What kind of reward?” Sannes seethed. “Getting rid of Zeke? I never really cared about that! It’s you who are obsessed with that!”

“Zeke is a fool,” the man sneered, his voice full of disgust. “He’s not the man he was before. Ever since he took in that Zoe, he had made mistake after mistake. It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for someone else to take over his legacy. Our gang needs a new leader. Someone, who has as much potential as Zeke, but who doesn’t yet possess any of his flaws. Someone, who is cunning and ruthless. Someone who will be able to success, where Zeke failed. There is only one man who can do this," he finished, and even from afar Petra could see a shine of adoration in his eyes.

Sannes scoffed, rolling his eyes, not moved by the passionate speech at all. "And who is that?"

"No one can achieve the greatness Zeke once possessed. Except," the man smiled, and the sight of it made shivers run down Petra's spine.

"His own brother."

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Good Morning Cutie | (f)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 1596

Genre | Boyfriend! Jungkook, Established Relationship

Summary | After  late night out with his friends, Jungkook makes it up to you by spending the morning with you.

Index | tooth-rotting fluff, cute couple things, friendly bickering/arguing, two people in love spending time together basically

Warnings  | none really? friendly arguing, nothing serious

Requests | none, purely self indulgent fluff. something we all need right now for a boost of serotonin, cute soft kookoo

“Kook, you awake?” You giggle slightly, leaning down to peck the small scar indention on his cheek. He’s sound asleep, expression not changing once as you smiled down at him. He had gotten home late last night, and much to your displeasure you didn’t even wake when he finally climbed into bed. After deciding to let him sleep in, you carefully climbed out from underneath his arms before sauntering into the kitchen. Usually, you two make breakfast together both for efficiency as well as creating less mess compared to preparing two separate meals.

However, you find yourself standing alone in the kitchen and staring blankly at the fridge. Despite being half awake, you decide to cook the stereotypical eggs, bacon, and pancakes breakfast. While you’re at it, you snatch the fresh fruits Kook had bought from a local produce market. You can’t help but smile softly, images of Kook peacefully sleeping filling your mind. He’s always doing something, it’s refreshing to see him at peace and relaxed for once. As you’re on the last pancake, you hear the bedroom door click open before promptly being shut once again.

“Babe?” Jungkook mumbled, eyes barely opened as he shuffles into the kitchen. He looks the best like this, long hair messy and frizzy as it drapes into his eyes. Both his shirt and sweatpants are way too baggy for his frame, comfortable and soft as he normally prefers. His feet are clad with fuzzy socks, ones you jokingly bought him for Christmas but he appreciated nonetheless. You like him the most like this, being purely himself and comfortable in his own body.

“Good morning cutie.” You coo slightly, a smile threatening to take over his face which he quickly wipes blank. “What time did you get home last night?” Your tone is neither demanding nor harsh, simply being curious as he looks like he’s died 5 times over. He’s deep in thought now, trying to remember the time he was able to finally get to bed. 

“Um, maybe 4 or 4:30? I don’t remember exactly.” He shrugs it off, watching as you simply nod before taking the food off of the stove. Jungkook’s interest is peaked now, slinking over and wrapping his arms around your waist. He can easily see over your shoulder, but he still feels the need to ask you what you’re doing. “Hm? Making some breakfast for me?” He teases, pretending to pick you up as if he were to move you away from the two plates.

“Yeah, whatever! You wish.” You laugh at him, your laugh being met with a small giggle. You can’t help but smile as you spin around to meet his eyes, dreadfully tired but still awake. Jungkook’s always breathtakingly beautiful, this time no different. “I missed you, you know?” You smile as you reach up, brushing his long hair back and away from his eyes. You can see the little winks at the corners from where he’s smiling.

“That so?” He mumbles, almost too quiet where you wouldn’t have heard him if you weren’t currently pressed up against him. Jungkook can’t help but smirk as you glance around his face, taking in all of the small details you may not notice from afar.

“Yeah, that’s so.” You huff, leaning forward onto your tippy toes to peck his lips in a gentle kiss. You both can’t help but smile, his arms now wrapped tighter around you as he ambushes you with kisses. “Get off of me, you big baby!” You tease, hands planted firmly on his chest before pushing away from him. Despite the valiant effort, your body remains locked in his grip just like before.

“I love you, you know. Sorry for being gone all the time.” He mumbled, allowing you to stand on your own as he begins to sway the both of you. You naturally go along with it, swaying around the kitchen as if you two were in a ballroom. “If you want, I’ll put on a nice pair of skinny jeans just for you.” He says, catching you completely off guard and causing you to stumble while laughing.

“Yeah? If I pay you, will you give me a lap dance while you’re at it?” You giggle, leaning your head back to see the ridiculously huge smile taking over his face as he fights back laughter. “And if I pay extra...can I touch?” You smile, allowing your hand to slip under his shirt to graze the golden skin that hides underneath. You can feel his abs tense underneath your touch, most likely from the cold.

“Uhm…” Jungkook pretends he’s thinking for a moment. “If there’s an audience? Absolutely. If there’s not an audience? Absolutely.” He grins, causing you to laugh as you both stumble back to your starting positions in the kitchen.

“Audience? Maybe I can arrange that.” You smile, grabbing a handful of his ass before quickly running before he could grab you. He lets out an annoyed groan, deciding the unattended food was much easier than chasing you around the huge apartment. You can’t help but laugh to yourself, finally winning one of the little battles you and Jungkook have on the daily. He’s completely uninterested as you step back into the kitchen, plate in his hands, and already eating. “Ugh, starting without me.” You whined, letting your shoulders drop and posture curve.

“Come on babe, go get your plate and sit with me.” He’s almost just as whiny, patting the seat next to him from where he sat at the island. You huff but follow the suggestion anyway. “Yoongi’s working on a bunch of new music, I think if you stop by he’ll show it to you,” Jungkook explains with his mouth full, smiling. He must’ve been in the studio with him last night, you quickly concluded as it seemed he was remembering Yoongi making the music.

You can’t help but ogle at him for a moment, kicking your legs up and resting them over his thighs. “Maybe I’ll stop by later today if he’s there.” You shrug, beginning to eat as Jungkook clicked the tv on in the living room. He let a random show play, something to fill the silence as both of you ate. “I’ll invite the boys over for that lap dance, yeah?” You tease just enough to see the blush spread across his cheeks. You both giggle more to yourselves than anything, imagining the nightmare that would be. You can almost see SeokJin’s face in your head.

“Jimin would be into it,” Jungkook commented, to which you quickly, almost immediately, agreed with. You quickly shook the thought from your head, finishing up your breakfast instead. After, you set all of the dishes in the sink that Jungkook earned himself the absolute pleasure of doing since you cooked. You’d most likely help, but you’ll let him dread doing them for a few hours at least.

“Kook, how are you feeling?” You asked as you laid on the couch, Jungkook still sitting with an empty plate in front of him. You couldn’t see his expression, most likely something menacing coursing through his head at the moment. Your suspicion was confirmed as he walked into the living room, quickly trapping you underneath him while holding your arms down.

“Hm, I’ve missed you so much.” He hummed against your neck, placing open kisses where he could reach. “You have no idea babe.” He whined, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. You let out a small whimper as he nipped at your jaw, hips unconsciously bucking against his.

“Nooooooo.” You whine, laughing lightly as his head snapped up to meet your eyes. “I just ate, I’m gonna be all bloated and weird.” You continue whining, finally getting your arms free from his grasp. “No fair.”

“Since when do I care, babe, I love you. All of you.” Jungkook laughed as he slides his hand under your top, rubbing your belly in a circle. “And our little food baby.” You can’t help but burst into laughter, smacking his arm away from you as you wipe away tears.

“I love you too. But if you ever say some dumb shit like that again, me and you are heading outside, one on one.” For a moment you pretend as if you were boxing, simulating kicking his ass on your proclaimed one on one fight. You smile, pulling him up before pulling him down to kiss you properly. While Jungkook traced his fingers across your sides, you ran your tongue across his bottom lip as you felt a smile crack.

“Mm, I like the sound of that. I’d win.” He smiled, grinding his hips down in almost a warning. You finally let out an annoyed grunt, wedging your feet in between his thighs and torso in order to shove his knees out from under him. He let out a small “oof” sound as he hits the couch, now laying down while his head rests on your chest.

“I love you, Kook.” You sigh with content as he grinned at you, immediately going to play with his hair as you always do. It’s much longer now, but you suppose that if Kook likes it as much as it seems, so do you.

“I love you too baby.” He smiles, placing a sweet kiss to your collarbone before resting his head. You felt his arms snake around your body, hugging you with a soft smile embedded onto his features. As you both lay there, cuddled up and relaxed, you were completely convinced this would be the man you spend the rest of your life with.

What do you guys think?! I felt like we all really need some extra softness and love right now. Stay safe, love you all <3

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Bahama Mama - ep. 05 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: You make a scene. 

A/N: Honestly kept this mostly the same.

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You felt like you were on zombie mode, the police officer leading you out to the lobby where your parents were waiting with the Camerons doing more of the work than you were to walk. Sarah and Topper had been signed out before you and were already with everyone else in the lobby.  

The jailhouse was certainly worse for the wear but it had felt intimidating enough last night when you sat in booking as the coast guard told you that you and your friends would be spending the night in jail for taking a stolen yacht on a joyride. At the time you’d been too pissed at Rafe for getting you into trouble when he’d promised not to but now you were seriously wishing that you could just rewind to the morning before and being in bed with him.  

“Oh sweetheart,” your mom wrapped her arms around you, kissing your cheek, “are you okay? What were you doing on that boat?”

“We thought it was your boat.” You explained, looking over to Ward. It had felt like the exact same boat from before. There were memories you just didn’t forget.  

“It was.” Ward confirmed as the confusion on your face slowly turned to anger, “and you can imagine the horror when I woke up to an alert that it was gone from the dock.”

“Are you serious?” You snapped, pulling out of your mom’s hold. Lack of sleep and sitting in a cell all night freezing had made you irritable. And Ward had been pissing you off since you got to the island. “We sat in jail for an entire night and it was your boat anyway?”

“And it taught you a valuable lesson,” your step-dad commented, “you can’t just do whatever you want.”

“Are we ready to go?” Rose asked, “I made reservations for brunch, I don’t want to be late.”

“Wait,” you didn’t follow as they seemingly began to make their way to the doors, “where’s Rafe?”

“Rafe could do with some extra time to think over his actions.” Ward replied.  

When your mom grabbed your arm to pull you toward the door you pulled back, refusing to go with her. You yanked your hand away and backed up, glaring at her as you crossed your arms. Rose noticed your sudden protest, Sarah, Topper, and Wheezie turning to look at you too.  

“Don’t make a scene.” Your mom snapped, catching the remaining two’s attention. Your step-dad and Ward turned at the door to see what was going on. Some of the people milling around the station even stopped to watch.

“Let’s go,” your step dad walked back over to you, grabbing your arms and pushing you toward the exit.

“No! Let go of me!” You shouted, a few of the police officers who had been watching quickly returned to shuffling through paperwork, unsure what to do about the tantrum you were throwing. “No! I’m not fucking going out to eat with some fucking psychopath that locks his kid up cause he took his own fucking boat out. We were all there. We all agreed on it. This isn’t Rafe’s fault, he shouldn’t be unfairly punished.” You said, voice raised as you looked at Ward.

Ward came back over, grabbing your face to force you to look at him. Sarah looked genuinely shocked at her father’s behavior, as did your mother, though your step-dad said nothing, “do not tell me how to discipline my kid! I have been more than generous to your family, don’t forget that!” He pushed you away and you stumbled slightly, your step-dad keeping you upright.  

“Ward,” Rose called, “let’s just go to lunch.”

Your step-dad let you go, falling into step beside Ward and you could already hear him apologizing for your behavior. You scoffed, though they were already out the door. Your mom lingered behind but when you turned to her there was no sympathy in her gaze.

“You need to think about how you act. That was uncalled for.” Your mom said, fixing her hair and clothes before heading toward the door as well.

“He just grabbed me! A grown man literally just assaulted me-”

“Oh for god’s sake! Stop being so dramatic all the time!” She hissed, “either go back to the house, or stay here but don’t come to lunch. I don’t need you acting out there too.”

You watched your mom leave before heading outside, feeling suddenly self-conscious as you stood in the lobby of the police station. You had just completely lost it on Rafe’s dad and you hardly knew the whole story to begin with. Maybe you were way too involved, you’d just gone to bat for him like he was your boyfriend and not just some passed fantasy fulfilled.  

It didn’t take long for Wheezie to text you, detailing how Ward had asked for them to keep Rafe locked up an extra night as if this was some kind of Scared Straight reality tv show. You had no problem admitting that Rafe was spoiled, they all were, but calling the cops on your kid while you’re in another place and he didn’t do anything truly bad, just to prove a point, was some messed up shit.  

-

It might not be the most important vigil you’d keep in your entire life but you stayed at the police station all night, unsurprised, when morning came, to find that you were the only one there when Rafe was released.  

The double doors of the station opened and Rafe stepped out, a little worse for wear after two nights in jail. He squinted against the sunlight, smiling when he saw you sitting there on the bench, head down as you texted. You and Wheezie were apparently texting buddies now as she had stayed up the whole night with you, even facetiming at one point.

“You the welcome committee?” Rafe joked, catching your attention as he came up to the bench.

“Rafe!” You practically jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around him and pressing yourself against him.

“Damn, it was just county lock-up.” He joked, kissing the side of your head and then pulling away. His good mood diminished when he noticed the slight bruising around your jaw from where Ward had grabbed you. “What happened?”  

“What?” You pulled away when he tried to touch you.

“That wasn’t there the last time I saw you. Who did that to you?” He asked.

“I got a little irritated with your dad when he said you were staying an extra day.” You admitted.  

“My dad did that?” Rafe shook his head, “that fucking asshole.”  

“Rafe...hey,” you stopped him when he tried to walk past you, laying your hands on either side of his face to get him to look at you, “I don’t wanna go back there, please?” The last thing that you wanted to do this morning was go back to that house and face them.  

Rafe took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He really didn’t want to go back there either, mostly because he was pretty sure he would beat the shit out of his dad for putting his hands on you. Even when Rafe had it out with his dad there was still some level of respect, some part of him that desperately wanted his dad’s attention. But seeing you with bruises on your face from defending him just made him want nothing more than to smash his dad’s teeth in.  

“Let’s just get a room at the resort?” You suggested. They had given your bag, phone, wallet, and sweatshirt back yesterday when you were released and you had the allowance card your dad deposited into once a week. Besides, you weren’t really in the mood to continue sleeping on the bench. You had been there waiting to be sure that Rafe was okay but now he was and you wanted to just be as alone with him for a while as you could.  

Rafe’s lower lip jutted out, pouting for a second before he smiled, “you, me, a room to ourselves...what a welcome committee.”

“I thought you’d be down.” You laughed.

Before you could start the walk back to the town center to a car Rafe stopped you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into a hug. “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“I was pretty much running on delirium and adrenaline...otherwise I would not have camped on a bench for you.” You replied. While deciding to stick it out on that bench hadn’t even been something you thought about for more than a second, you knew it wasn’t just the lack of sleep and fight with his dad that made you do it. There was something else there but you weren’t sure you were ready to think about that.

“What exactly did you say to my dad anyway?”

“I may have called him a pyschopath...” you trailed off, grimacing as you remembered the fight. Definitely not one of your finer moments. “Come on, I was promised you and me in a hotel room for an unlimited amount of time.”

“Alright, alright, don’t rush me.” He joked, “I’m savoring my freedom.  

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Holidate - Part Two

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 1600ish

Warning: Mentions of sex, alcohol, overbearing parents

Summary: Tired of being alone on holidays, Sweet Pea and Y/N decide to be each other’s plationic plus-ones all year round. What could go wrong?

Notes: Next update will be Valentine’s Day!

New Years Eve 2021

Sweet Pea’s still a little confused by it all when he finds himself waiting for her outside Thistle House five days later.

He’d laughed for a solid five minutes while she’d explained the whole thing, picked at little flaws in her otherwise perfect plan, would anyone really believe they were together just like that, and then found him self instantly saying yes when she asks again despite it all.

Maybe it was the hopeful look in her eyes. Maybe it’s because he knew deep down anything is better than spending New Years Eve alone.

Or maybe it was simply the attractive woman asking him on a fake date with no strings attached, an easy solution to both their problems that might actually work.

He’d nodded in agreement when she’d suggested they put some rules in place, invisible barriers to help this run as smoothly as possible.

“No sex.”

“Not a problem.” He leans over the table, shoving a fistful of fries into his mouth to stifle a groan. It hadn’t meant to come out like that. Y/N huffs, only mildly offended that he’d so easily accepted. She flicks him off in response, a roll of her eyes. “Okay rule number two, this isn’t some New Years romance, no falling in love with me at midnight.”

She snorts, directs the curly fry away from her mouth and at his head instead. “I’ll try my best.”

“Speaking of midnight.” He raises an eyebrow as a flicker of curiosity erupts in his mind while he tries to guess where this is going. “I’m not kissing you, fake date or not.”

He laughs, a wicked grin pulling at his lips, a quick wink that’s almost missed as he reaches for the fry basket once again. “We’ll see.”

“Sorry I’m late.” He turns to see her rushing up behind, hand pulling down at the hem of her dress, not that it was doing much. “My Mom became insufferable when I said I had a date.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but can’t quite pick the right words. Y/N’s fast to notice the way his eyes widen, watches them slowly travel from her face down to her legs and back up again.

She’ll give him this much, she thinks, she is his date after all, and she’ll be the first to admit the dress is out of the ordinary for her - a pale pink glittery number that stops short on her thighs and shows a little more cleavage than she’s used to.

“Anyone told you it’s rude to stare?” She hides the warmth darkening her cheeks with a smirk, laughs when his eyes snap back to hers a little embarrassed and doesn’t let herself think too much about the shadow of a smile on his lips.

“You look hot.” So maybe he’d had a few beers before hand, and maybe he’s a little buzzed, but Y/N looks gorgeous and he didn’t have a problem telling her that. There wasn’t a need for a filter tonight, he didn’t need to impress her like this thing between them was real. She just scoffs, shoves playfully at his shoulders. “What? I can say that because you’re my date.”

An eye roll on her behalf, an arm looping through his, a grin forming on both their faces as they move forward. “I suppose you don’t look too bad yourself.”

They barely make it a few steps insides before Toni spots them, waving with her free hand while a cocktail occupies her other. “Y/N!”

“I’m so glad you made it.” The two jump into a hug, squeezing at each other shoulders while Sweet Pea distracts himself with the giant Christmas tree that stands tall in the centre of the room. He’s pretty sure he’s never seen anything like it.

Toni almost does a double take when she sees him, pulling back from Y/N so she can look between them both. “Wait a second- did you two come together?”

“Kind of.” Sweet Pea shrugs like it’s not important, exchanges a worried glance down at Y/N. If anyone’s going to see through this whole farcade it’s Toni.

“Huh.” He watches her whole face light up at the idea, her arm now wrapped lazily around Y/N’s waist, it’s easy to see how close they are. “I never saw that coming, I should have introduced you sooner.”

-

“Okay look at those pair.” Sweet Pea tilts his beer bottle, gesturing towards the edge of the makeshift dance floor where a couple moved wildly together, bodies grinding in a way that was almost too inappropriate for public.

She feels like she’s intruding just by looking in their direction. “A little raunchy for a public event don’t you think?”

“Definitely a new couple starting out, all that passion-“ She shuddered while he smirks, knocks back what’s left in her wine glass before tapping at his shoulder and nodded in the opposite direction, continuing their game of people watching. It had been a fun way to pass the time; he’d made her laugh, and it was much better than following her sisters or Toni around, miserably surrounded by other couples.

“What about him?” Sweet Pea follows her gaze, eyes landing on a man that keeps wringing his hands nervously, a shine of sweat on his forehead as he anxiously speaks to the girl next to him.

“Easy.” He raises the beer to his lips, takes a quick sip while she waits for him to elaborate. “He’s proposing at midnight.”

“You think?”

“Look at him, he’s a wreck.” She laughs, about to add that maybe he just doesn’t like to dance when something else catches his eye and he’s pointing off to the side. “Now, how about those two?”

Y/N cranes her neck, tries to find the couple he’s talking about and almost falls off her chair in disbelief. Stood at the back of the room, almost concealed by darkness, making out like two teenagers- “Oh my god that’s my Mom!”

Sweet Pea chokes in shock, narrowing his eyes, straining to get a better look. “Is that FP?”

Y/N groans beside him, the sound audible over the heavy bass of the music pulsing around the room. “I need another drink.”

-

“She just doesn’t get it.” A few hours in and Y/N starts to slur slightly, red wine nearly spilling from its glass as she waves it around frantically, trying to get her point across. “Maybe I don’t want to settle down.”

“You don’t?” He eyes her from behind his glass of whiskey. An uneasy feeling settles over his chest, one that shouldn’t be there. He shouldn’t care if she wants to settle down or not.

“I mean not right now.” She shrugs, and her whole body slumps. There’s more to the story there, something she isn’t sharing but Sweet Pea decides not pry. Not that she gives him a chance to anyway. “I know it’s only because she cares, but sometimes I just wish she wouldn’t. You know?”

He nods, and for the first time that night a silence falls between them and Sweet Pea finds his heart sinking at the look at her face. So he leans over, plucks the glass from hand, and replaces it with his own. “Dance with me?”

“Lead the way.” She laughs, letting him yank her towards the dance floor. Normally she wouldn’t bother, she wasn’t exactly know for dancing at these things, but all the alcohol definitely helped. And as they both giggle, getting used to spinning each other in circles and jumping around, they music starts to slow.

Sweet Pea doesn’t hesitate, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her towards his chest. She doesn’t register the countdown sounding around them, content with swaying back and fore, her head on his shoulder. But then he spins her out in front, pulls her back into him with a gentle tug just as the crowd yells ‘one’ and kisses her without thinking.

Her lips still tingle with the rule break when they pull away. “What was that?”

He nods subtly over her shoulder, asks her not to turn around to suddenly before explaining. “You’re Mom’s watching, gotta make it believable right?”

She feels a little queasy.

-

The Uber ride back to her apartment is filled with an unbearable silence. The kiss had thrown things off balance between them, and when she’d awkwardly offered to find her own way home he’d refused, insisted on making sure she got home safe.

“So tonight wasn’t awful.” He states, teasing her. If the car wasn’t so dark, he’d have seen the way she blushed.

“Yeah it was fun.” She agrees, and then they’re quiet again, a tension growing thick between them.

It isn’t until the car stops outside her home that he speaks up once more. “So uh- do you think you’d need Holidate for Valentine’s Day?”

“That’s in February.” She gasps, shaking her head at the idea. “Who says we won’t have found someone real by then.”

Her words make his throat burn. “Doesn’t hurt to be prepared. Plus FP throws this whole family day thing for the workers at the garage, would be nice to show up with someone that isn’t my best friend and his boyfriend...”

“Well then, I have your number-“ She reaches for the door handle, pushes it open and steps into the cold night air. “I’ll text you if I’m free.”

And then she’s gone, a door slamming shut in her wake and Sweet Pea’s left wondering if he’ll ever see her again.

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No gifts — First Christmas living together you and Shawn agree on not gifting each other, but he has a huge surprise for you.

Lonely Christmas — It’s your first Christmas dating Shawn, but he couldn’t make it for the first day. To cheer you up he calls you in the evening.

Late — Shawn couldn’t make it in time for New Year’s Eve, but you are surprised to see him pull up on your driveway just seconds after midnight.

Wearing nothing 🌈 — You feel like nothing looks good on you after you’ve put on some weight, but Shawn assures you that he is crazy for your curves.

I only need you 🔥🌈 — A heated smut that starts off with an angst filled fight.

Best friends — You’ve been best friends for ages and you realize you feel something more. You cook together like in the old days and some confessions are made at the end of the evening.

Clubbing — You feel uncomfortable in the club with your friends. When a drunk asshole makes a move on you Shawn comes to your rescue.

I miss you — Video chatting with Shawn while he is away, just being cuties online.

Morning — Waking up next to Shawn, getting a little too touchy which makes it harder to leave the bed and start the day.

Dimples — You’re insecure about your dimples so you make up your mind not to smile that much, but Shawn tries hard to see you smile again.

Aging 🌷 — It’s your birthday and it’s making you feel anxious that you are one more year older. In addition, you are older than Shawn and it also bothers you, but he is quick to make you feel better.

Just you — You visit him on tour, but you get jealous of all the time he spends with Alessia. You start fighting about it, but after you go through a not too serious car accident it makes you realize how imprtant you are to each other.

Home 🌷🌈 — During a chill day off at his parent’s place Shawn realizes that home is not a place for him anymore, you are his home. Proposal involved.

Family — You’ve kept it from Shawn that you can’t have kids. Talking about having a family you break down and confess to him thinking he will leave you. His reaction is not what you expected.

Dance moves — After a long day Shawn gets home just to see you busting your best dance moves around the kitchen, putting up your best performance and he can’t help but admire you.

MET 🌈 — Your debut as a couple happens to be at the MET Gala and it’s stressing you out, but Shawn knows just what to say to make you feel better.

I promise — Shawn’s lifestyle is taking a toll on your relationship. After a fight he shows up at your place because it bothered him how your conversation ended on the phone.

Prom 🔥 — Shawn surprises you at prom after making you think he can’t make it. You are so happy to be together again that you can’t hold yourselves back and end up having a quickie in the bathroom.

Tired — Shawn has had a lot on his plate lately so you go to check in on him. You take a shower together and you experience the intimacy of washing each other’s hair.

Chemistry — You do a shoot for CK together, but you get nervous right before it’s time to shine. As always, Shawn knows just exactly how to make you feel better and comfortable.

Fantasy 🔥 — You’ve been fantasizing about giving a blow job to Shawn and your fantasy finally becomes reality, blowing not just his mind.

I got you — You’ve been keeping it a secret that you’re pregnant, worried what Shawn might say, but a sudden incident forces you to confess.

Leaving — You don’t want him to leave again. Emotional conversation in the middle of the night.

Slipped 🌈 — Shawn accidentally reveals at a Q&A that he has a girlfriend.

Happy father’s day 🌷 — A creative way to tell Shawn that you are expecting your first child.

Summer fling — You feel like you’ve been just a summer fling for Shawn, but soon he confesses that it’s much more than that.

Icebath 🌈 — Shawn has been terrified to take an icebath but his body needs it so he agrees to do it but only if you do it with him.

Don’t say my name 🔥 — You absolutely hate the t-shirt he is wearing tonight, so he finds a way to make you like it.

Love Of My Life (part 1) (part 2) 🌷 — Touring with a baby in the first part, touring with a toddler in the second part. Pure fluff with Dad!Shawn.

Better — A blurb where Shawn is the cutest boyfriend ever, holding his girlfriend tight after she had a bad day.

Everything about you 🌷🌈 — You’re Shawn’s personal assistant, have been having feelings for him, but a misunderstood situation pushes you and him farther away from each other until you confront him.

Red thong 🔥 🌈 — Shawn, standing tall, and very much naked, looking down at you, practically fucking you with his eyes, your lacy thong hanging from his mouth that he just pulled off of you with his teeth.

Lesson learned — It’s Shawn’s 21st birthday but not he is the drunkest one. Aaliyah’s first time drinking has him worried, but he finds entertainment in her teasing in the morning.

Sober — bartender!Shawn oneshot where you meet a cute guy during a night out, but he turns out to be the new guy working at your fav bar.

Teeth 🔥🌈— A juicy sugardaddy!ceo!shawn au insipired by Teeth by 5SOS

Unfortunate mistake — You and Shawn used to be an item. Meeting at the VMAs turns out to be more eventful than you imagined when you accidentally kiss him. Or was it meant to happen?

First times 🔥— Shawn and you have shared some firsts, but drifted apart during the years. It’s only until he shows up one thanksgiving and the two of you finally talk everything out.

One more — You and Shawn have twins, Charlotte and Miles and it’s the first day of school for them. It makes both of you emotional seeing them grow up so fast.

Lurking — Shawn lurks on your ex’s Insta and definitely doesn’t like what he sees there.

October 🌈 — Personal assistant themed fic inspired by October by Alessia Cara

Cinnamon — A peaceful day in the park with Shawn.

Careful what you wish for — You and Shawn are married, but it’s getting harder with each day. After a bad fight you make a wish upon a shooting star that turns your whole world upside down.

Opia --- Being Shawn’s friend has become emotionally tiring for you, especially since he is more than just a friend to you, so you ask for a break, but things don’t turn out as you expect them to.

Hands 🔥 --- The choker you want to wear: Shawn’s hands.

Sock 🌈 --- college!shawn au - Shawn and you live in the same dorm and one evening you both get locked out by your roommates who are having guests over.

After party --- Shawn chooses to spend the night with his very pregnant fiancé over going to an after party.

Yoga --- Shawn is being extra clingy while you’re just trying to do yoga.

Valentine’s Day --- The day that brings a change into your relationship with Shawn.

Sibling --- Your family of three is expanding and it’s time to reveal to your son that he is about to become a big brother. Shawn handles his awkward questions pretty fine.

Sister --- Part 2 to Sibling. The arrival of baby number 2 is a little messy, but eventually everything is going to be fine.

Choices --- CEO!Shawn AU. Working to The Shawn Mendes doesn’t turn out like you imagined it.

Crazy about you --- Sequel to Everything about you. Coordinating a new, secret relationship when you feel like the universe is playing against you.

Goodbye --- You have one rule. You never say goodbye. So what happens when in the heat of an arguement Shawn says the forbidden word and then things take a turn for the worse?

Hardest To Love --- Fic based on the song Hardest To Love by The Weeknd

Tease 🔥 --- Teasing has consequences. Dom!Shawn fic.

Number 20 🌷 --- AU based on the movie ‘What’s Your Number?’

Curls and boobs --- Cuddling in a blanket fort.

Privacy --- Shawn is doubting himself because of a stupid dream, and your privacy gets invaded that just worsens the situation.

Sleepless --- Pregnancy brings a lot of struggles to you, like not being able to sleep comfortably.

Two weeks --- PA themed fic! Quarantined with your boss who youa re in love with? That’s quite the situation!

Who you are --- soon-to-be-mob-boss!Shawn au, that’s it, that’s the fic

Hints --- Non-famous AU where Shawn is your brother’s best friend and you have the fattest crush on him.

Love hating you --- College!hockeyplayer!Shawn au where you start as enemies.

Better --- Morning with Shawn, a fluffy blurb.

I need you 🔥 --- Shawn needs you in the most intimate way.

Birthday tradition --- You and Shawn have had a birthday tradition for years, but this year you feel like things might change.

What you are to me --- (PA themed) Shawn celebrates is birthday with an epic vacation. Your feelings for him and your own demons are making it a mess and things take a surprising turn.

Empty promise 🔥 ---  You try that TikTok trend out on Shawn where you send him a dirty text out in the public.

It’s alright --- Shawn helps you through one of your darker days.

Scoring You 🌷 --- college!soccerplayer!Shawn AU

I never stopped loving you --- Sequel to Hardest To Love

Room service --- CEO!Shawn AU, where you’re a maid at a hotel who gets fired and ends up in Shawn’s room.

Wonder --- Shawn wrote a song about you back when you first met, now it’s time to show it to you.

Hot Chocolate --- Some teasing on a cozy fall evening.

My wonder --- A short story built around the songs Dream, Song for no one and Teach me how to love from Wonder the album.

Day one — A late night talk with Grayson that ends with a kiss and confessions.

Hot 🌈 — After someone tries to break into your home Grayson comes to your rescue and you spend the night at his place, the two of you share his bed for the night.

Angel — You’re a nurse assisting to the twins’ nose surgery and Grayson is flirting hard with you while the goofy juice has him muddle-headed. When they come back for a check up he builds up the courage to ask you out.

Memories 🌷 --- You are childhood friends with the Dolan siblings and you recreate childhood photos, but one recreation results in surprising consequences.

Even — You thought it’s going to be easier to deal with the fact that Tom and Zendaya has to kiss in the new movie. But it turns out different and Tom has an unusual idea to solve this problem. To make it even, you also have to kiss Z.

My girls — While Tom is away you shower him with content about you and Tessa, being the best buddies, waiting for him to finally come home.

Helping hand 🔥 🌈 — Tom is having a hard day on set and needs something to get the steam off. You are more than happy to help him out.

The kiss — Tom makes your dream come true by kissing you in that famous, upside-down way like in the original movies.

Truth or Dare — The story of two kisses that are exactly one decade apart.

Okay --- Just some cute fluff with boyfriend Tom.

Buzz cut --- In the middle of your social distancing you decide to shave your head.Tom is a partner in the process.

Sleepy babies 🌈 --- Waking in the middle of the night you find your husband sleeping with your daughter in his arms.

Dust --- You have a nightmare after seeing Tom die in Infinity War, but Tom is there to console you.

Sunset --- Tom reminds you why you are so in love with me.

Sing to me --- Watching the sunset with Tom as he sings to you.

Celebrity crush --- In a round of Who’d you rather with Ellen, your crush on Tom gets revealed to the world.

Forgiving 🔥 (kinda) ---  You and Tom like to experiment sexually. After having your first ever threesome with him and an unknown guy you realize it was not what you wanted but you’re afraid to come clear to Tom.

Homecoming — Homecoming is near and you wish Peter would ask you out. You’ve been crushing on him since you met him, but does he feel the same way?

Lazy Morning --- The title says it all basically.

Update 🌈 --- Harry falls for a mysterious girl from YouTube.

The best present --- Sequel to Update.

Flatmates 🔥 --- You move in with Harry and after a failed Tinder date, Harry proposes an offer you can’t turn down.

Two hearts in one home --- Just a short, domestic blurb!

Lending a pair of hands --- An appreciation fic for saggy boobs!

Never have I ever 🌈 --- Actress!reader playing the game on The Ellen Show with Harry, her celeb crush. Questions get a little nasty.

The art and the artist --- Harry, that amazing hat from the Golden mv and a nice Italian day by the pool.

Our song --- Harry helps vocalist!reader to come over her stage fright and the process brings them closer than ever.

Running — Nick is done hiding his feelings for you. After his marriage failed he is ready to be with the girl he has always been in love with.

In His Arms — The ending we all deserved in TROS.

Safe --- Kylo wants to know that you are safe even when he is not around, so he decides to teach you how to fight.

Everything --- Sequel to Safe. You gave up on a lot of things to be with Kylo. You crave small, normal things like dancing sometimes and one day you take your chance before training and ask him to dance with you.

Benefits --- You and Adam meet at an AA meeting and soon enough, a weird, but benefitial relationship forms between the two of you.

Train ride talks --- The aftermath of a fight with a cute ending.

❄️ FANFICmas 2019 ❄️

A set of holiday themed fics!

Mistletoe - Promise - Make It To Christmas - Cookies - Under The Mistletoe - A couple of reindeers - Santa Tell Me (Part 1)(Part 2)

❄️ FANFICmas 2020 ❄️

My business - With you - And I always will - First Christmas (VALERIE blurb) - Locked up Christmas - Waiting for you - Keys of truth