#talking silly after coming back from a walk full of Deep Thoughts

[sayonaramidnight]

One of many things I appreciate greatly about 7KPP is... the amount of emotion! I love how genuinely and unashamedly most of the LIs and friends express their affection once you get past their defences - and even before that there's so much chemistry and emotional connection there. It's so easy to fall in love with them <3

Yeah, well. That's all I've got to say for today.

[catssluvr]

long day, abby anderson

roommate!abby anderson x fem!reader

in which roommate abby comes home after a long day at work and relishes in the comfort of your presence.

warnings: just fluff, idiots in love tbh

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Abby lets out a deep sigh as she closes the door behind her, relaxing at the chill air that envelopes around her. She drops her heavy bag on the floor, feeling her shoulder immediately less tense.

She hears your hums coming from the kitchen, paired with the sound of you stirring a pot and a delicious smell.

Leaving her shoes next to yours, she makes sure to make a little noise as she walks towards the kitchen to make sure you don't get startled.

"Abs?" You ask, resuming the stirring.

"Hey, i'm home." She answers, peaking into the kitchen and forcing a smile just for you.

"Hey." You smile sweetly, “How was your day?” Turning back to the stove as to not burn the whole dinner.

Abby grunts, not quite sure of what the best answer could be. “It was fine.” She settles on saying.

“Just fine?” You raise your eyebrows, well aware she has had a bad day by now. Approaching her, you reach one finger up to rub at the spot between her brows, successfully relaxing her frown.

“Thank you.” She hums, fighting the urge to pull you into the tightest hug possible. But it dies down as soon as she becomes aware of how sweaty she is.

“You can go take a shower while i finish up dinner.” You suggest, squeezing her bicep softly before going back to your cooking.

“I can help you first.” She says, too tired to express how glad she is you thought about her for dinner.

“Don’t be silly.” You shoot her a look, scrunching your nose before playfully adding. “You stink.”

“Jerk.” Abby rolls her eyes affectionately before lightly shoving your arm, giving in to the temptation of a very cold shower.

She’s quick to get rid of her sweaty clothes as soon as the bedroom door closes behind her, rushing to the bathroom to get under the shower.

Putting on a white tank top and her comfiest black shorts, she forces herself down the stairs. Tired from the long day she went through but eager to have you brighten her mood.

You’re settling the plates full of pasta down in the living room when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, having already turned the ac on and set the couch with the comfiest pillows and blankets.

Something warm fills her chest.

“Hey.” She says quietly, making her presence known.

“Don’t you look all soft, uh?” You tease, grin pulling at your lips as you throw yourself on the couch and pat the spot next to you.

“You think i always look soft.” She states, quite familiarized with the adjective already.

“That i do.” You push the plate onto her hands as soon as she settles next to you. “What are we thinking?” You pick up the remote.

“Comedy, please.” She sighs, pulling the hoodie that you definitely didn’t leave on the couch on purpose and putting it on so that it engulfs her in a warm hug.

You hum, picking one of your favorite shows before digging into the pasta.

You don’t speak for a moment, too busy savoring the food and thinking about the right things to do to make sure Abby forgets all about her bad day.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You settle on asking, cheek squished against the pillows as you eye her carefully.

“Hm?” Her look is slightly dazed, eyes droopy with sleep in a way that makes you feel guilty for ruining her peace. “No, don’t worry.”

“You know i do.” You answer just as lowly as her. “How ‘bout a hug?” You offer.

Abby nods rather eagerly, shuffling closer until she can sluggishly throw her arms around your torso.

You giggle as she buries her nose in your neck, her soft hair tickling your cheek in a rather nice way. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, squeezing extra hard when she sighs happily.

The hug extends for more than usual and that’s enough for you to know this is all she needs. And you’re not about to let go of her.

Moving until you’re in a more comfortable laying position, you let her lay practically on top of you. Her legs slot between yours and her head stays comfortably tucked under your chin as you turn your attention back to the tv like nothing happened.

Abby lets out a soft yawn, warm breath against your jaw making you almost melt on the spot.

You watch her fight sleep, eyes blinking slower and slower.

“You can sleep if you want, Abs.” You whisper, careful not to move wrong and accidentally make her more awake.

“No, wanna spend time with you.” She practically pouts, eyes wet from sleepiness.

“We can do that later.” You reassure, hand brushing through her hair.

She hums, quickly persuasive as always when it comes to you.

You’re not sure about whatever this means, but it feels better not to question it and enjoy the moment. Besides, cuddling with your roommate can’t be that weird. It doesn’t feel weird, at least.

“Night.” You hear her whisper before the sound of her tiny yawns fill your ears.

“Night, Abs.” Your voice is just as low as you reply.

You muster the courage to press your lips to her temple, relieved when she seems to smile at it in her sleep.

Definitely soft.

[okwonyo]

KISS IT BETTER, 或 𓈒𓈒 after an argument.

❛𝗈𝗁, 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𓈒𓈒 ❜

𝒾 ⠀⦂ ⠀ 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ╱ r! 1OOO fluff ── hurt&comfort non idol au mention of crying skinship kissing ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ ( 𝑜𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠 )

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀this is quite long ! i hope you still enjoy ><

rblgs♥︎fdbcks & C𝑙𝑖CK

HEESEUNG

before going to bed, the bedroom would be silent and tense. your gaze would barely look at his direction as you get ready to sleep. 

hesitating slightly, he would ask, “do you want me to sleep on the couch?”  and his heart would hurt in apprehension when you would finally look at him. 

you would pose what your doing for a second, then heavily sigh, “don’t be silly, heeseung”

would press his lips at the use of his name, but nod his head nonetheless. 

would stay still for a moment after you both get under the covers and turn off the lights. his face would face the ceiling— something would be so off. 

his skin would feel alone, his warmth would miss yours.

his chest would tighten at the song of you moving alone, scared you will take the couch at the end. but instead, your arms would wrap against his and your nose would bury in his chest.

JAY

would not be the type to fight nor argue often. as he knows how he can get, would always do everything to stay calm. 

the rare time you would fight with each other, would always end up leaving for a while when he would feel his voice rise and his throat tightening with words he would never want to say. 

his hands would be filled with groceries when he comes back. he would still be silent as he walks past you in the living room to the kitchen. 

after a few minutes, you would hear the weather bowling or something getting cooked. 

not-so-discretely, you would go see what he is cooking and, most importantly, if it is enough for the both of you to eat. always, the chef would sense you even before you step behind him. 

his eyes would meet yours and the smile he would give you would tell you that there is nothing to worry about.

JAKE

would think about the argument during the entire of his days. 

his mind would be full of the image of you leaving for work in the morning, hurt and mad at him like never before. 

would keep wondering if you are still upset, if you are okay, if it ruined your entire day. anyone would be able to see how bad feels and the fact he is anything but well on his face. 

his heart would drop in his stomach when he would step inside of your shred apartment and not see you there like every other day. he would sit on the couch and wait patiently for your return— not calling you to not crumble if you don’t answer. 

without thinking of the fight anymore, would hold you in his embrace as soon as you step inside. holding the back of your head so softly, your nose buried in his neck.

SUNGHOON

there is just no way he stays away from you after any fight. 

no matter how mad you are against each other, would always follow you everywhere you go without any after thoughts— it would be like a survival instinct. 

when you go to the bedroom, when you go to the bathroom, even when you go on a walk because you are that mad. this crazy man would follow a meter behind you. 

“you know i still love you right?” he would say loudly enough so you would hear him. you would tell him to shut up, “so don’t walk so far!”

would end up walking next to you. with his hand in yours eventually. with his arm around your waist, even, if you feel nice. 

JUNGWON

every fight with him would mainly end up in the same way. which is a deep talk, with your hands in his.

would always do his best to understand you. would even rub your palm with his thumb while you talk.

and if he looks at you for a little too long, tears would form in the corner of your eyes and the light would reflect in them. 

seriously, how could you not cry just a little?

your voice would be wobbly as you speak, “i’m sorry for being mean earlier,”

but his arms would have already found their way around your form and you would be pressed against him.

your words would be muffled in his shirt and his hand would rub your back.

“you could never be mean even if you tried,” he would assure you. “now, don't cry or i’ll cry too.”

SUNOO

“fine,” would be the last thing he would hear coming from your mouth for a few hours.

would know it’s serious when you stop holding his arm while walking and just leave him behind. 

his steps would be heavy as his heart as he follows you without much to say. rethinking of where exactly it all went wrong and a way to fix it.

after a while, he would come next to you and drape his arm on your shoulders. you would not even look at him.

pulling closer, he would lower his head to your face, “what about you tell me what is wrong so i can fix it, hm?”

his second mistake of the day would be adding, “i’ll do anything”

RIKI

would come to your house one or two days after the argument all sad and shy.

“hi,” would be the first thing he would say when he enters your room— even though he would like to do more.

“hey,” you would greet him back.

the boy would then proceed to look at you as if it was the first time he has seen you ever. with his hands in his pocket.

you would stare at him back.

all the courage it would take him to speak up would be immense. “so.. are we over?” he would ask.

you would frown your eyebrows immediately, “wait— what? why?”

“well, we fought,” he would tell you like you weren’t there. then would add; “pretty bad,”

you would coo immediately, stepping close to him. “riki, this is what happens in a relationship,” you would giggle.

his face gently cupped in your hands, you would continue, “we will talk it out and move forward.”

then, he would hug you.

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[astrasng]

SCRATCH || BANGCHAN

MINORS DNI!

pairing: idol!chan x female!reader

summary: thanks to chan's solo stage you finally made him yours.

warnings: blood (from scratches obv), handjob, spanking, petnames (baby, honey, angel, sweetheart) unprotected sex, cursing

author's note: from my previous breakdown post bc of chan got me in an inspired mood so i made a little somethin somethin. still what the fuck was he thinking. also, if you're a regular reader by any chance (ily) you might have noticed i write jealousy tropes, IDKK WHY THO SORRY

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

enjoy!

It isn’t like you’re not supportive of your boyfriend. You’ve always been there for every idea, even if you thought that it wasn’t the best one. The things you have to deal with him being an idol settled deep into your mind, already accepting the consequences that may come in the way. But it’s not like you would ever give up your relationship with Chan just because he’s doing risky things that you may not like. 

To be honest, it kind of became an advantage for you. 

You would watch him having fun on stage with the other members, sometimes splashing water at each other, making everyone in the crowd either cheer or laugh at their silly behavior. There were times when they got sentimental, wishing all the happiness for STAY and the members for the future. It made you emotional just in the same way as you would watch them through the TV in your shared apartment. 

And then there were times where you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and wait for him.

“Had fun today?” 

The sarcastic tone caught Chan’s attention as he’s doing his everyday night routine, just as he’s finishing up his shaving session. He knows exactly why you’re talking and reacting to him this way, you’ve been all fidgety with him since he got home from the first day of the tour, and when he stepped inside the apartment he saw you still sitting on the couch, not welcoming him in with the usual hug he gets. 

Chan looks a little bit to the side so he can get a reflection of you changing in the room, the towel you used laying on the ground after taking a shower. Without him. 

“Of course.It’s always heartwarming to meet with STAY’s. And the kids were so hyped about getting solo stages too.”

Now that just boils your blood. 

“Oh, were they?” You keep your back facing him,not letting him see how frustrated you really are about the game he’s playing. “They were doing an amazing job indeed.” You shut your eyes momentarily before putting on your velvet nightgown, and slowly walking towards the bathroom where your boyfriend is staying. 

“Yeah, I assume you saw mine too, right? Did you see the special makeup they did on me?” With pride he chuckles while putting away his shaving equipment, patting his dry as he picks up his toothbrush. His question should have a very easy and simple answer, yet here you are ready to give him a brainwash about not caring about your mental health. Cause what the hell was that? You can’t even form the offensive words you want to say to him out of frustration, you could never say anything negative about his performances in general — but the way he’s talking about it, so full of himself, you can’t help yourself. “I wonder who made all that.” It slips out, biting down on your lip softly to stop yourself from further embarrassment. 

“It must’ve been the makeup artist of course, but I could’ve done a better job if you ask me.” You step into the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, Chan unable to answer due to his mouth full with mint scented bubbles. 

As you want to pass behind him, you swipe your delicate fingers on his defined back muscles, the photos of him painted in scratches for the performance fills your vision. 

“Makeup was unnecessary,to be honest.” 

There’s something glinting in Chan’s eyes as a lopsided smile appears on his face, looking at you through the mirror placed above the bathroom counter. As the words leave your lips, he licks his plump lips slowly, putting away his toothbrush he just used. “If I had asked you, would you do it?” 

The air stops suddenly in your throat,taking your eyes off of him as you busy yourself with something else infront of you. “Well…it doesn’t matter now.” 

“Oh it does, honey.” Chan says lowly, his voice suddenly closer as you want it to, and you know perfectly he’s only a step away from you. “If I only knew my baby just wanted to help me out in my solo,” He snakes his arms around your waist slowly, his bare chest pressing into your clothed back as he’s standing behind you, whispering in your ear. “I could’ve used some help.” With that, he pressed a slow open mouth kiss on the side of your neck. his hands caressing the skin on your stomach. 

“Should we recreate it and show it to my makeup artist?”

Chan whispers against your ear, biting down slightly on your earlobe as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You look already disheveled just from his touch, your nightgown scrunched slightly up as he kneads your stomach, one of his hands slowly inching up to your breasts. “Would you like that, baby?” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, Chan – mhphm…” A small moan leaves your lips as he pinches your nipple in his slender fingers, continuing to make out with your neck as you try and compose yourself. 

“How did you mean it then?” He grunts out as you push your backside on his crotch, his cock twitching already in his sleeping pants at the thought of you being jealous. “Tell me.” 

“I–I just…” You try to form words, keeping yourself together and not yet falling for his words but then Chan sneakily slides his other down towards your waiting heat, his finger immediately meeting with slickness between your pussy lips. He groans again, grinding into your ass to ease the pain from being so hard. “Baby, if you want to scratch my back that badly just say it.” There’s something hiding behind his words which makes you shut your eyes from the pleasure he’s causing, your hands flying on the counter for support. “I kind of…wanted to..” Your breath hitches, cutting off your sentence when Chan flips your nightgown upwards to expose your wet pussy, your naked ass on display in front of him as he takes his hand away from your breast and caresses one of your cheeks. “You wanted what? Do you need some help darling?” He grunts under his breath when he feels you clench around his fingers, plugging it in and out to take your breath away. You moan out when you feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch. 

But Chan doesn’t give in that easily. 

You suddenly feel a stinging pain on one of your cheeks, moaning out shamelessly from the sensation he just caused with his hand. When you pick your head up you see Chan already looking at you through the mirror, lust filled eyes raking over your already fucked out face. “Say it baby.” 

You can feel his hand smoothing over the place he just spanked, the air in the bathroom so humid you can feel yourself getting sweaty again. His finger never stopped working inside you, with that spank almost knocking you over the edge. 

When Chan doesn’t see you changing your mind and finally answer him, he only clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. Without a second thought, he slaps your ass again, his finger circling around your clit rapidly when he hears your pornographic moans echoing in the bathroom.

“I–I wanted to mark you!” 

And there it is. 

As you practically moan out the words, Chan’s finger is coated thickly with your cum as his words made you tip over the edge. Your whole body shaking in his arms as you come down your high slowly, trying to gather your thoughts and realizing what you just said.

When the words finally leave your mouth he can’t help but smirk, the possessive side of you finally showing for the first time in your relationship. “And why is that honey?” Chan teases you, seeing your ears red from the sudden confession you just made. 

“Just so everyone knows that you’re mine..” You mumble quietly, shame overcoming you as it paints your cheeks deep red. 

Something snaps inside Chan. He can’t help but groan out, his cock painfully hard against his pants as he turns you around and places his hands on your throat, slightly adding pressure on it. Before you know it, you’re pressed up against the wall, his lips already chasing yours. 

“Do it baby.” He kisses you, his tongue sneaks through his lips to taste your lip balm you applied earlier he loves so much. “I want you to do your worst on me,” He whispers between kisses, his hand suddenly picking you up to put your legs around his waist. Your whole body welcomes him, your mouth opens as he slides his tongue inside once again, and your fingers landing into his freshly washed hair as he devours your lips. His hand scrunches up your gown once again before he presses his hardness into your slick core. 

At the contact you moan out loudly, already wanting him inside you, to ease your pain that he caused. 

“Feel that baby? It’s all yours. Nobody else has that but you.” 

With a whine you throw your head on the wall, Chan’s lips continuing to leaves red splotches on your sensitive skin as he takes his hand and pushes down his boxers, hissing out the minute the air hits his precum covered cock, tip red from all the waiting and veins bulging with excitement. 

He drags his wet tip over your puffy lips, spreading them open more to make room for himself when he circles around your clit. As he slides his length between your folds, you feel all emotions gather up inside you, the feeling too hazy as your vision becomes blurry from the need. “Channie,,please..” 

“‘s okay baby,I’ll give it to you.” He chants when he finally pushes his tip inside you, groaning out from you uncontrollably clenching around his cock when he nearly settles halfway in. “You have to relax,angel. You make it impossible for me to–”

“Chan — I’m so sorry, I–” He hears you gasp out, your body all tensed up, your eyes wide open as you look into the mirror across you. He looks swiftly behind him to see your naked bodies melted into one, and then it catches his eye. 

With one thrust he settles fully inside you, moaning from how incredibly tight you are around his length, keeping himself back to not buckle into you rapidly. He puts his hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes and not on his blood covered back. “I asked you to do this, right?” With a softened gaze, he makes sure you understand what he’s saying, not taking his eyes off of you until he sees your lust filled expression again instead of worry ones. “Right baby?”

“Y-yes..” You gulp when you see your fingers slightly covered in red around his neck. “But I didn’t want to-”

“It’s fucking hot.” He hisses, his voice whinier than usual as he puts his forehead on your chest, his hips starting to move. “You did such a great job sweetheart.” He pulls completely out before thrusting into you again, this time harsher as he hears your cries next to his ears. 

When you take another look in the mirror, you see what you just caused. The moment you felt his cock hitting you so deeply you couldn't help but deepen your nails into his skin on his broad back, now covered with blood here and there. It softly dribbles down his defined muscles, and Chan is right. It is fucking hot. 

So you clench around him again when you feel his fingers circling around your clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he moans out your name. “Do it again.” He demands, his hand flying on the wall next to your head to thrust up harder into you, making you roll your eyes. As you see Chan so deeply in emotions you scratch his back again, now only deep redness showing on his pale skin. 

The pain on his skin makes him inch closer to his release. The jerks of his hips, slamming against your hips are quickening, becoming more erratic, intense and desperate. You cry out his name nonstop, feeling him twitching inside you. 

“Give it to me.” He’s breathless as he chants into the side of your neck. “I need you to come around my cock baby.” 

His demand tips you over the edge again, moaning out his name as you feel him curl against you, his shoulders on display for you to see what you painted on his back. His grunts are vibrating through your body, the pain melting into pleasure as he paints your insides with his thick cum, feeling so full of him, feeling him everywhere. Chan bites down softly on your skin,kissing the pain away quickly as you both come down from this high. 

You are his. He made sure a long time ago, but now, you made sure he was yours too as you watch the crimson red blood slowly sliding down his back, gathering it on your fingers.

“It took a solo stage for you to claim me as yours?” Chan asks when he softly puts you down on the bathroom counter, a bright smile painting his face once again.

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[dwaekkicidal]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: inspired by chan's part in this

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: almost exactly 1k words lol (993)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gn!reader; nicknames: honey, pup(py), kinda pervy!3racha but chanxreader, not really bratty but super whiney reader, soft chris until he talks dirty, kinda dacryphilia?, creampie & no protection (don't be silly wrap ur willy also pee after sex pls), exhibitionism, not a warning really but I switch between calling him Chan/Channie & Chris

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: @chvnmax im so sorry (im not that ask put not normal thoughts in my head.) idk if this is actually full on corruption kink like the og post but it sent me into a pervy skz spiral

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Picture this:

Stray Kids recording day for their next comeback. You’re their cute little 9th member and they always have you do your set of lines last so that they can take their time with you. Everybody but 3racha has already returned to their assigned dorms. Changbin and Chan are sitting in the office chairs while Jisung lounges on the couch (probably asleep).

They watch in awe as you nail most of your lines until you get to one that’s a little too hard. After multiple takes not coming out well, you’re so busy moaning and groaning into the mic out of frustration that you’re chronically unaware of how crystal clear your sounds are coming out for them. Eventually it even gets to the point where you bounce in place out of pure agitation. You’re in a low-cut top and the clear view of your collarbone has the 3 men on the other side of the glass in an absolute chokehold.

“Honey.. You gotta calm down.” Chan says softly into his own mic, adjusting his dick in his pants. You pout and cross your arms across your chest, accidentally pulling your shirt lower as you toss and turn in a fit. Jisung is basically drooling from his spot on the couch and it’s honestly his breaking point. Changbin and him decide to take a 'walk' and say they’ll be back in an hour with food, while Chan says that he’ll stick back with you to help perfect your lines.

It’s all going well until you get to another bump in the recording and you complain into the mic to the point where your eyes water. With the sight of your watery doe eyes and deep pout staring at him from the other side of the glass, Chris really starts to get bothered by the tightness in his pants.

“Come out here, Pup. Let’s take a break.” He says with only pure intentions as he stands and stretches. Little to no ulterior motives while you rush out the room and throw yourself into his arms, rubbing your chest onto him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes again. Completely innocent motives until he glances down to where your bodies meet, his eyes catching a glimpse of your pretty nipples thanks to your shirt dipping even more.

Deciding that he’s had enough he closes his eyes and loudly groans before meeting your eyes again and holding a death grip onto your hips. He leads you to the couch as you look up at him with an innocent look.

“Channie..?” you ask out sweetly. You expect a response but he silently turns you around and bends you over the couch, one of your knees rest on the bottom cushions while he squishes your face into the back cushions.

“You just have to be a little brat, huh. Just can’t be a good puppy for one goddamn day.” He teases and pulls the skimpy booty shorts you wore. He pulls your underwear down to your knees before freeing himself from his stupid jeans. Wanting to skip the prep and knowing you were still loose from the events in the storage room a few hours prior, he pulls out a travel sized bottle of lube from his pocket before squirting some onto his dick.

He gives you no time to react before he rubs himself against you and thrusts into you, setting a fast pace right off the bat. The tears from earlier return and are quickly soaked up by the couch when they finally fall. You whimper apologies into the cushions as Chris lets out filthy comments from behind you.

“It’s never your fault, is it baby?”

“Always a big cry baby until Daddy stuffs his dick inside your pretty little holes.”

“Fuck.. Walk around like a little ‘innocent’ thing when in reality it’s your fault I'm this hard. Rubbing all up on me like a little slut.”

After what feels like forever of him bullying himself into you, the pair of you hear the two loudest mfers in the planet return, getting closer to the door before being stopped by a staff member. They’re right outside the door and you moan loudly into the cushion at the thought of them hearing what's happening behind the unlocked studio door just feet away from your spot on the couch. You're almost thankful for Chris’ big hand that keeps your face on the couch, but that quickly changes as he pulls you back into him by placing a hand on your collarbone. Once your back is to his chest, his hand moves up to trail along your lips. He sticks 2 fingers against your tongue as you hear him speak up from behind you.

"Shh... You want them to hear you?" you clench tightly and his hips stutter "… fuck You do, don't you?.. Yeah? You want them to join us too baby? Want them to help me fill your greedy holes?"

When you cry out into his hand and cum at the thought, he laughs into your neck before chasing his own high. You’re pulled back into reality as you hear the boys finishing up their conversation. Chris pulls out and wipes himself down with tissues, then pulls your underwear back up and smooths down your clothes before returning to his chair.  He takes his seat right as the door knob turns, and he smirks at you as the boys settle the food bags on the coffee table (oh and look at that no more tight pants for either of them lol).

“Eat up, baby. You need to refuel before we continue.” Chan says with a playful look in his eyes. You blush and nod before taking bites of your meal. You watch as Changbin re-records a few adlibs and you swear you can feel something warm dripping out of you.

[faithlia]

'But what the fuck is patience? part 2

matt x reader x chris

english is not my first language!

warnings: smut, mean!reader, mean!matt, dom!matt, threesome, NO INCEST!!!, virgin!chris, dom!chris, blowjob, degradation, rough sex, revenge sex, display, false sympathy, unprotected sex, dirty and depraved sex. (chris will be younger than matt).

- chris 20 years old; matt and reader 23 years old.

summary: You and Matt have a non-strings-attached sexual relationship, but when things don't go the way you plan, your provocations go away beyond your limits

⚠️ The behavior of all characters are immoral and depreved, if you dont feel comfortable, please, dont read!

part 2

The most fun part of Matt frustrating you is definitely when you go to his room begging for mercy so he can fuck you and let you cum, begging passively like a bitch in heat.

After leaving your dorm with a proud expression of having humiliated you, Matt walks to your dorm - which is across the hall. It was almost eleven at night. Matt fell into bed, exhausted, not even caring about his fingers dirty with your lube.

Before he could remember the calculus test that awaited him the next day, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep with the detached memory of your body against his.

── .✦

The next day, after a gigantic test and several unnecessary classes, Matt found Chris sitting in the cafeteria.

"Oh, hey. How was your first day?" he asks his younger brother, as he sits with his tray of food in his hands.

"It sucks, bro," Chris exclaims, his mouth full. "But I made some new friends, so that should make up for something."

"Relax, after a while it gets more and more unbearable with all the classes and the idiot teachers." Matt jokes and Chris feels his throat closing up.

Chris didn't want to admit it, but he was glad to be Matt's roommate. He really didn't want to go through an introduction session for a stranger or even have to share a room with anyone. He liked his space. Matt really did. He was even more of a recluse than Chris. And, well, playing video games and talking about all the nonsense in the world with his brother was something Chris really missed.

At night, already in his room, Chris asks: "Bro, where's the bathroom?" He wasn't that familiar with the buildings, the multiple doors and the huge hallways so this really confused him.

"What?" Matt says without paying attention. He's too busy doing who knows what on his phone. "The bathroom, idiot!" Chris exclaims, throwing a pillow at his brother's head.

"Ugh, fuck, it's the last door at the end of the hallway." Matt grumbles irritably, not taking his eyes off his phone, ignoring the pillow that hit his head.

Chris huffs, grabbing his towel and toothbrush.

He walks down the hallway, observing the several large dark oak doors. Damn, this place looks like fucking a horror movie set, he thought - frowning.

As Chris approaches the last door, he sees a guy in a towel coming out of it.

He steps into the humid space, thankful that it's empty, except that there's someone in the shower. He thought it might be another one of those idiotic seniors taking a shower.

He hunches over the sink, brushing his teeth, until, when he looks up in the mirror, he catches a longing glimpse of a naked female figure, stepping out of the shower stall.

Chris gasps, turning his face away from her. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I thought this was the men's room," he says quickly, avoiding looking at the mirror.

You laughed at his comment, not paying attention to the figure in front of you. As you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body, you muttered in boredom: "It's okay! The bathroom on this floor is unisex."

Chris let out a vague sigh, turning his gaze back to the mirror and staring at his own depressing image of shame.

He was probably some silly freshman, you thought. These guys never knew what to do or where to go and that irritated you a little.

Chris remained quiet, finished brushing his teeth, hoping the girl would get out of there as soon as possible.

Still without looking at the newbie in front of you, you walked to the mirror to look at yourself, and had the biggest surprise when your eyes met his.

That had to be a mirage! He looked exactly like Matt, except for appearing younger. And, well, he was handsome and hot. You smiled broadly, ecstatic, fascinated by the fact that there was another Matt in the world.

Why had Matt never told you about his brother? I mean, you weren't the best of friends forever, and the only ways you interacted were based on insulting each other and fucking, specifically in that order.

You thought about the fact that the only things you knew about Matt were that he was terribly bad at football and that he was allergic to human happiness.

Chris looked at you confused, trying his best to not remember about your naked body that he saw just a few seconds ago.

Your tongue touched the roof of your mouth and your eyebrows raised.

"Wow, you must be the most beautiful freshman on this campus." you comment, without any shame. Chris blushes and is embarrassed by the careless comment, and before he can open his mouth to say anything, you ask: "Is this your first day?" you interrupt him again: "It has to be. I mean, I would remember that pretty face if I had seen it before..." you look away from him to see your reflection, delicately fixing your hair.

Chris was embarrassed again. But what the hell was that senior doing talking to him like that? He shook his head, escaping from the inopportune thoughts.

"Yeah, um, I-I arrived on campus today." he swallows hard, sighing inaudibly. "My name is Chris." He says, immediately regretting it.

She didn't ask you anything, idiot.

"I'm y/n. I hope to see you more often, Chris."

You leave the locker room, leaving a perplexed and confused Chris alone.

He didn't know exactly how to react to what had just happened, but he couldn't deny that he loved having that girl talking to him.

When he went to take a shower, he had a vague memory of her naked body and immediately regretted it, because his dick soon hardened.

"Shit."

Masturbating in the bathroom on the first day of school? How pathetic.

── .✦

You couldn't help but think about Chris. He seemed adorable and the way he blushed at every word you said only made you more convinced to know more about him.

Matt hadn't texted you or broken into your room since the last time you saw him. What he did to you was diabolical and pathetic. But apparently, Chris could be the solution to this little problem his brother caused.

In the following days, bumping into Chris became a frequent occurrence. You would always see him in the library, in the hallway or wherever you went and, surprisingly, Matt didn't know anything about it.

Oh! yeah, about Matt! Well, he was too busy training or studying. He knew very well that at any moment you would knock on his door or send a risky message to fuck him. In fact, giving advance notice wasn't really your thing. You never let the place you were in get in the way of your fucking. One time, you went to the players' locker room, found a naked Matt taking a shower and simply couldn't resist sticking your needy pussy out and getting fucked by him in the middle of the room. But, for sure, Matt's favorite memory was when you decided to suck his dick in one of the empty classrooms with your breasts jutting out of your blouse.

It was only a matter of time before you spread your horny legs for him again.

But that didn't happen. You were having a great time with Chris, to be honest. He was so sweet and had a great sense of humor, unlike Matt, who you didn't plan on seeing any time soon.

You were grateful that Matt never saw you and Chris together knowing that if he did, it would ruin your plans. And Chris had never mentioned Matt in any of your conversations, which was a good thing.

Your imagination was wild when it came to Chris. You couldn't wait to kiss him and do amazing things to him. So far all you knew was that he was only 20 years old. Three years wasn't exactly a huge age gap but it kind of turned you on.

── .✦

There were a bunch of drunk college kids at the Kappa Delta fraternity and you were one of them. The loud music and strong drinks you had consumed without blinking had left you energetic enough to rub your ass against your friends and dance impulsively.

You caught a charming glimpse of Chris, who looked lost.

Wait, where's Matt?

Who the fuck cares, his hot brother is right here!

You pulled Chris by the hand into the middle of the crowd so you could dance with him and you loved the fact that he just accepted it, putting his hands on your waist.

Fuck. All that dancing and loud music and his body against yours was turning you on so fucking much. You couldn't help but push your ass out, subtly brushing against his covered dick. Chris didn't say anything, but he was lost in excitement - maybe it was the drinks he was drinking before he spotted you, and that kind of drained all his shyness out of his body.

His hands gripped your waist tighter, pressing you against his hard cock. A shaky sigh escaped your lips. Fuck that. You put one hand on Chris's face, pulling him into a wet kiss. He kissed you back with the same fervent feeling that ran down your entire body until it reached his needy cock. He was such a good kisser!

You didn't mind being in the middle of a crowd at all and continued sucking on Chris's lips. You wanted more. And Chris, well, he was certainly hard!

Okay. Chris might be a virgin, and sometimes get embarrassed in certain situations, but he was not innocent. He loved the way alcohol simply made him feel so confident even though he knew he might regret his actions in the following days.

Unable to bear all that suffocating commotion any longer, you separate your red lips from his and pull him to follow you.

You stealthily climb the stairs to a dark room. Chris couldn't resist putting his lips on yours once more. "Oh my god," he whispers into your mouth. The sounds of wet kisses filled the room.

When Chris realized what was about to happen, his skin tingled with eagerness and desire. You couldn't resist putting your hand on his hard member over his pants, squeezing it lightly, feeling the result of your teasing. You pushed him against the bed, climbing onto his lap, not stopping the hot kisses, feeling the bulge against your pussy. Chris was nervous, but he didn't want to ruin this moment by saying something stupid, or, presumably, telling you that he was a virgin. He had watched enough videos to know at least the basics. His hands went towards your ass, squeezing the flesh readily. You separated your lips from his to catch your breath. He looked at you fascinated by your excited expression. Not knowing what to say, Chris gave a short smile, running both hands over your bare thighs lightly. The satin dress you were wearing was so short that anyone could assume it was lingerie.

"Wow. You don't look anything like the guy who I met in the locker room." You say, hissing softly as you start to move on his lap.

"I-I, um.."

Chris didn't know what to say. He just smiled embarrassedly.

"Now you're looking a little bit like that." You bit your lip, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You trailed your kisses down his neck, sucking the skin eagerly. Your eager hands went to his belt, opening it clumsily. You pulled his pants along with his boxers and Chris lifted his body to make it easier for you to move, and you could see his hard cock.

Holy shit.

He was big and thick, just like Matt.

You didn't know if it was because you were slightly drunk or if it was because of the bad lighting in the room, but he definitely seemed to be bigger than Matt.

You let out a moan as you dragged your hand from the bottom to the top, feeling his thickness. Chris groaned in disbelief and excitement.

When you took him in your mouth, sucking only the tip, he let out a grunt, throwing his head back. You began to swallow his entire length, making a mess of his cock.

Now everything seemed real to Chris, he couldn't believe it. The girl he met what? a week ago? was sucking him deliciously.

He let out a loud moan as you took his tip down your throat. "Fuck, Hmmm" he cried out. You smiled, pleased with his surprise.

Chris was a little afraid, as an overwhelming urge took over him - he felt so close to cumming.

Shit!

You continued sucking him, helplessly supported, loving the way his size filled your mouth so perfectly.

When you pulled him out of your mouth, still moving your hand quickly, Chris trembled, pulling your hand away, shooting jets of cum right on your face. "Holy shit. I'm so sorry." he said shakily, embarrassed for having cum in such a short time.

"It's okay, baby." you said, wiping your face with a piece of blanket.

Ugh, don't let that ruin your makeup. It took you an hour and a half to do it.

After the post-orgasmic feeling wore off, Chris shrugged, embarrassed.

Usually, you hated it when guys cum before you without even touching you, but you didn't feel that way about Chris. He was younger than you and that turned you on more than you should have. The idea of ​​fucking him seemed as perpetual as fucking his older brother.

"Look, sweetie, my friends are probably looking for me by now, right?" You stand up, straightening your wrinkled dress. "Maybe when we're somewhere else we can finish this little game, hm?" You run your tongue in front of your teeth and lean in to kiss Chris hungrily.

He nods in agreement, watching you leave him alone in the room.

You go down the stairs of the house in search of the bathroom, and luckily for you there was no mile-long line, but, before you open the door, unfortunately, Matt comes out of the room.

You roll your eyes, squeaking.

"Oh, great."

"Look at this...." Matt looks you up and down, examining your entire body. "I know you can't help but dress like a cheap slut, but this is a decent party." He raises his eyebrows, clearly drunk.

You weren't really in the mood to retaliate with another comment, so you just ignored him. But when you tried to open the bathroom door, he blocked you. "Wait a minute. I haven't seen you all week. What is it? Are you upset that I didn't let you finish playing?"

Actually, I was talking to your brother and sucking his dick somewhere

The answer was right on the tip of your tongue, as was Chris's taste.

"Actually, I'm seeing another guy, and unlike you, he's not an arrogant jerk. Now, get out of here."

Matt pushed you against the wall, pressing his body against yours.

"I bet that idiot doesn't do half the things I do to you." he whispers, very close to your ear.

"Trust me, he's way better than you." your gaze drifts to Matt's crotch. You slowly raise your head, enjoying watching his smug expression change. "Ugh, now go find some hole to crawl into, you little shit." You push him away, quickly walking into the bathroom.

Shit. You loved the way he was rude and impatient with you.

As Matt heads for the exit, he runs into Chris.

"Hey." Chris says, looking a little nauseous.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Matt is gruff. "C'mon, let's go." Chris follows him without saying a word.

── .✦

The next day, Matt wakes up with the worst hangover. It was Saturday, so his day would be limited to spending all his time in bed. His hair was messy and his face was sleepy. Across the room, there was a deep sleep for Chris. Later in the afternoon, when he no longer felt like a piece of shit and seemed to be better, Matt played video games with a relaxed and sober posture.

"Hey, dude." Chris enters the room with damp hair after taking a shower. Matt just answers him with an "Wassup."

"Hey, um, can I tell you something?" Chris asks casually.

"Sure."

"Last night, when you asked me where I was, I-i, um, was actually with a girl." Chris says without pretense.

He didn't feel embarrassed to talk about these things with Matt because he was his older brother and always told him everything. Chris was strangely happy to be able to say that he had his first sexual experience.

Matt raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly at his brother. "Really? And what were you guys doing, huh? Playing hide and seek?" he teased.

Chris snorted. "No, you idiot."

Matt laughed, not taking his eyes off the video game.

"She gave me a blowjob."

"Impressive, Chris. I'm proud." Matt says, glancing sideways at his brother. He was a layman, anyway. "Was it good?"

"I guess so, I mean, it was my first."

"I get it!" Matt exclaimed. "Relax, I'm sure you'll do great here."

"Like you? I heard all the girls hate you." Chris says sarcastically and Matt ignores him.

"But, I don't know, this girl seems unreal. She's a senior." Chris says, feeling comfortable enough to share this with Matt.

Now it seemed like Chris was making it all up.

Matt listened to his brother babble, but he was paying more attention to his game.

"We met in the locker room a week ago. I had seen her naked, by accident, and I thought she would be mad or something, but she complimented me and said I was 'the hottest freshman she had ever seen."

"Bro, please, be serious." Matt resonated, this time really listening to Chris.

"It's serious!" Chris exclaims, irritated by Matt's contradictions. "I think you know who it is. Her name is y/n, she's a sen-

"WHAT?" Matt's eyes widen in disbelief at what he had just heard.

Chris is confused by the unusual reaction.

Before he can say anything, Matt is walking down the hallway with heavy steps.

You're sitting in your solid wood chair, eating your chocolate cupcake with sprinkles when the door to your room suddenly opens and the figure of an angry Matt appears.

He walks over to you quickly, slapping your hand, making your cupcake fall to the floor.

"Hey!! that was my last cupcake, motherfucker!" you exclaim irritated.

"You really are a needy bitch, aren't you? Out of everyone in this fucking university, you wanted to fuck my brother."

oops

You remain expressionless for a second and Chris appears right behind Matt.

"Matt, what the f-" the younger tries to assimilate the entire situation before him. It was already obvious to him that Matt knew you.

You ignore Matt's prone pose and look shamelessly at Chris.

Still sitting in the chair, you lie: "Look, I didn't know he was your brother."

Matt grits his teeth.

"What the fuck is going on?" Chris asks.

You walk to the bedroom door and lock it.

When you pass them, the boys can see that you were only wearing panties and a transparent white blouse, showing your breasts with shiny tips due to the star piercings...

Chris looks away from your breasts, but it was too late. "Do you like what you see?" you ask with a damn smile.

"I really enjoyed last night..." you say, pulling Chris's hand to sit on your bed and he does so. Matt crosses his arms, poking his cheek with his tongue. You decide to make Matt even angrier by sitting on one of Chris's thighs without warning. "What do you think we continue where we left off?" your gaze is completely fixed on Chris and you see the pupils in his blue eyes dilating.

You revel in the whole situation.

Something really fun could be about to happen and you weren't going to let it slip away.

"You make me sick!" Matt says, interrupting your moment with his little brother. "Chris, forget about this bitch. She couldn't be content with rubbing her ass on me and now she wants to rub it on you too.

"Wait you guys already-"

"Ah! But that was a long time ago, baby. Matt is jealous. You don't mind, do you?" One of your hands holds Chris's chin, making him look only at you.

Despite the awkward situation, Chris didn't mind that you had sex with Matt. Chris was naughty and needy, and having you sitting on his lap with your perky breasts almost exposed was really driving him crazy.

Maybe he just didn't care now.

Before Matt could say anything and ruin your simple moment of happiness, you start kissing Chris's face and this causes an intriguing shiver on the back of his neck, sending vibrations to his cock.

You laugh softly at the way his body reacted. "You're so sensitive..." Chris blushes.

"He's a virgin." Matt interrupts you, paying close attention to your body.

He didn't want to embarrass Chris but he was starting to get jealous about the inappropriate situation.

For a second you had forgotten that the grumpy hot brother was standing there in the middle of the room, after all, at the moment described, you only had eyes for the sensitive hot brother.

Chris exposed his irritation to Matt, however, before he could say anything, you intervened. "Oh, so that's it!" Your mouth opens in surprise, but that only makes you more captivated about Chris.

That should explain last night.

"I can fix that, love." Your hand is on Chris's cheek and your mouth plants a little kiss near his mouth. "Do you want it?" You ask suggestively.

Chris nods with gradual fascination. One of his hands went to your thigh and you loved the way he didn't refrain from touching you. He was a virgin without scruples, just like you once were.

"Matthew, you can either go outside or you can stay there watching. I'm sure Chris won't mind."

Matt felt helpless and challenged.

What? Did you think he was going to go out and be humiliated by his own brother?

He was too proud to just let you say that shit without at least fucking all the arrogance out of your body.

Matt clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, standing next to you, making you sit between the two of them with your legs wide open like a trained dog. He pulled your face and touched his lips to yours, moved by the shamelessness on your face and a tremendous desire to feel your body against his.

You let go of Matt, feeling his hand run over your pussy covered and wet with natural lubrication. He teased you the way you liked. You turned to Chris and kissed him, while Matt licked and dragged his tongue down your neck.

"Tell me, baby, have you ever sucked a needy pussy?" He silently denied. "It's quite easy, I'll show you."

Chris complied with your request when you gestured for him to kneel between your legs. You rudely removed Matt's hand, pushing your panties aside to show Chris how wet and thirsty for him you were. Chris was ecstatic and his mouth watered. Your hand went to the back of his neck, forcing him against your heat and he gladly accepted, touching his warm tongue to your clit. He sucked and licked precisely, seeming to know exactly what to do. You moaned loudly at his actions, loving the feel of your pussy being so wet. Matt took off your shirt, revealing your tits that he didn't hesitate to put in his mouth, partially sucking each of your nipples, grabbing your breasts roughly.

"Hmmm. Fuck, that's it. So good." you screamed as Chris added a finger inside your entrance without warning. You pulled his hair, forcing him even deeper into your pussy. Matt stopped sucking on your nipples, which were swollen by the pressure caused by his lips, and kissed your mouth again. He took off his belt and exposed his cock, forcing your mouth violently against it, making you gag. He pulled his member out of your warm mouth and without even waiting for you to catch your breath, he shoved his entire hard cock into your mouth again, gripping your hair tightly, he fucked your mouth listening to the wet noises his movements caused.

Chris was doing an incredible job eating you out. His cock was rock hard, feeling quite appreciated having that wet pussy in his face. By that point your panties were already disgusting and soaked. He added another finger inside you, but your moans were muffled by Matt's pre-cum-filled tip in your throat, leaving you breathless.

Matt couldn't help but squeeze your throat roughly just so he could feel his size in the palm of his hand. The feeling of his weight against your tongue was delirious. "You filthy slut. You love having a cock in that dirty mouth, don't you?"

The scarcity took over your entire body, as the overwhelming urge to cum soon reached your lower abdomen when Chris rubbed your clit, fingering you deliciously. You separated your lips from Matt's cock to say weakly: "I-I'm going to cum."

Hearing this, a sick and arrogant idea took over Matt. The excitement in his body was massive and vulgar. He stopped his movements to say: "Chris, stop sucking it." The younger simply obeyed with the corners of his mouth and his chin full of lubrication.

"No, no..." you whimper, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

Matt gets out of bed, grabbing the wooden chair and placing it in a space next to the bed. "Sit down." He says and Chris does as he's told. Matt rips your lace panties off easily and pulls you up by your hair, leaving your scalp sore. He makes you stand up, facing Chris, holding both your hands against your back. "Look at her, Chris. She's a dirty greedy slut who'll do anything to have a cock fucking her tight pussy." Your aroused state of mind is harmful. Matt's words make you wetter and wetter. "She wanted to use you to satisfy her nasty fetishes, so in that case she deserves to be fucked hard, don't you think?" he whispers in your ear but Chris hears his older brother's words very well. "Or maybe it would be better to just cum on those beautiful little tits and leave." Matt gave a sick smile, slapping your breasts hard. You protested against his words, letting out distressed whimpers.

Chris didn't take his eyes off the defeated figure in front of him - his lust was delirious, eager to be inside you. He bit his lip, thinking seriously about Matt's proposal. He knew it was a bluff, he wouldn't go anywhere without fucking you first. Even though he was completely inexperienced, he was assiduous and articulate. Chris took off his pants, freeing his stubborn cock.

Matt threw you against Chris who held you firmly, unable to do anything he turned you so that your back was to him and stuck his cock deep inside you entrance. You were surprised and confused by the way he held you so perfectly.

Had he lied about being a virgin? And was this all just some ruse between him and Matt?

But these external thoughts dissipated when he stuck his cock in your tight little entrance. Your moans were constant and high-pitched - you loved feeling so full. Chris made a tremendous effort not to appear helpless in the face of that overwhelming sensation of being inside a pussy for the first time. He grunted when you wiggled on his lap. "Fuck me, please," you begged Chris in a sly voice that only Matt had ever heard before.

He complied with your request, captivated, held your smooth thighs and began thrusting inside you. Matt pulled you forward and stuck his cock in your mouth again and you sucked it deliberately. He put you in an uncomfortable position, but your sexual decline was so massive that he didn't even care about the pathetic way you were. You felt full in every way. Chris felt confident enough to increase the pace of his rough thrusts, he felt a longing stimulation tangling in his chest as he hit your g-spot harshly. He squeezed one of your tits, amazed at the feel of the metal piercing as it pinched your nipple.

With one hand holding his own penis and the other in your messy hair, Matt took his cock out of your mouth, looking at you with dark eyes. He pulled your head back when you tried to suck him and did it again when you risked the attempt. Chris kept your arms behind your back, which irritated you because you couldn't hold Matt's cock. You stuck your tongue out, circling Matt's tip, he dared to run his cock over your sweaty face the way you loved so much...

"So obedient, accepting two dicks! Is that what you wanted, hum? Matt asks you with a smile on his lips and you smile back, nodding in affirmation.

Chris couldn't hold it any longer, the rush to empty himself took over him. You moved against his thrusts, increasing the rhythm and fomenting your heat closer and closer to your climax, but before he squirted jets of sperm inside your tortured entrance, you came screaming loudly, feeling a rush of pleasurable emotions throughout your body. Chris lets go of your hands and holds you by the hips, he cums infamously inside you, moaning deeply.

Before you can recover from all that exhausting and intoxicating commotion, Matt lifts you from Chris' lap and throws you on the edge of the bed, thrusting himself carelessly inside you. The stimulation in your sensitive pussy makes you scream desperately, trying to push Matt out, but he holds your hands on top of your head. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and fucks you without limits. "Didn't you want to fucking cum?" he moans and you are still screaming from the sensitivity. Matt could feel the white liquids running down your broken entrance, and as he thrusts once more, he pulls his cock out of your entrance, he masturbates quickly and cums right on your abdomen.

All three of you are panting and exhausted. You let out a frank laugh and Matt gets off of you thinking that, although you drove him crazy, he really loved fucking you.

Chris was trying to process what had just happened.

And you? Well, you're sure this isn't the last time this will happen. It's all about patience!

part 1

to my hot girlfriend: @aniesvision

[stonedtaemin]

dark desire and tainted bliss

❕lots of swearing, masturbation, shower sex, creampie, doggy style, mentions of sexting, dirty talk | ao3 | wc 4k

caleb is caught jerking off with mc's body wash

it had been a few weeks since she had seen caleb, remembering how saddened she was to see him walk away from her. although things still seemed tense between them, she couldn’t help but still yearn for him. for his touch. he always had that effect on her, no matter what they were going through. she loved him. so much.

please make sure to grab your belongings and we hope you choose to fly with us again.  

she threaded her fingers together and stretched her arms forward, yawning in the process. the flight to skyhaven wasn’t too shabby, considering the distance. her headphones had been stuck on her head for so long her ears felt like they had begun to sweat. she had even dozed off earlier and missed the snack cart. she kind of wished she had grubbed on something, rubbing her stomach as it growled in response to the thought. 

she sighed, thinking she would stop by a shop to pick up fresh apples for caleb before getting to his place. after all, she was surprising him. she might as well bring some gifts for the small intrusion. she figured he wouldn’t mind anyways. he was a sucker for apples and even more so for his girl. 

a small smile crept onto the corner of her mouth. she knew ultimately that he would be ecstatic to see her. she loved that she had him wrapped around her finger. he was in an absolute chokehold, and he loved it too. 

her phone buzzed softly as a message from caleb just so happened to pop up. 

thinking about you. miss u :( 

she couldn’t type back fast enough. her heart felt like it was in her throat. she felt a slight tinge of worry, hoping he wouldn’t get the slightest hint that she was coming to see him in less than an hour.

i miss you too baby. soon xx

he sent a winky face back instantly. he attached a selfie. it looked like he was taking the photo from his lap, tongue poking out in a silly manor. he looked so soft, she wanted to ruffle her hand through his hair. 

let me see my girllllll

her breath hitched, scrambling her mind for an excuse to make up. her fingers tapped the back of her phone in thought. he could see her read receipt and she knew her time was ticking.

can't, in a hunter meeting. i’ll send one when i get back. be patient and maybe you’ll get a surprise nude ;)

she wiggled her eyebrows, feeling proud of her boldness. she liked shocking him sometimes. he began to type. stop, then type again. she cackled.

as she waited for his response, her row finally was able to deplane. she got up and grabbed her carry on, feeling her phone buzz again fervently in her pocket. she wanted to look so bad. she made her way off the plane quickly, pulling over to the side of the gate to check her phone once more. 

fuck.

don’t tease me like that.

can i call u when u get back? 

lmk

she giggled at his eagerness to see her naked again. she had sent a few dirty photos after her previous visit to skyhaven, leaving him desperate each time. she was still new at this whole sexy girlfriend thing and every now and then felt embarrassed. caleb would assure her each time that he thought she was beautiful and that anything she did was perfect to him. still, god forbid a girl get butterflies. she felt her cheeks flush. 

she decided to leave him on read, which she was sure she wouldn’t hear the end of once he realized. 

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

her legs felt like jelly walking up to caleb’s place. she stared up at the looming front door, adjusting her duffle bag on her shoulder. she took a deep breath in, nodding her head once. she could do this. her grip tightened on the grocery bag full of apples.

she knocked once. waited for a bit. no response. she knocked a bit harder the next time. still, no answer. 

okay, fine.  

she rang the doorbell. 

damn. what the hell?

fuck it.

she reached her finger forward, unlocking the door herself. she knew she had access to unlocking his door but she thought knocking or ringing the bell would be at least courteous. she was also looking forward to seeing his expression once he opened the door to her. oh well. plan b was initializing. 

the door lock clicked open, the small beeping noise startling her. she hoped he wouldn’t think someone was breaking in and accidentally jump her. that would be just her luck. 

she peered into the front hallway that led into his living room. there was a soft hum of the radio playing and the sunset filtered through his blinds. the couch was empty and so was the dining table next to the living room. a candle was going, so he was definitely home. it was serene and smelled so nice. she missed his place more than she could describe. 

she sat the bag of produce on the table, deciding to continue the search.

she slowly took off her shoes, placing them next to his work boots. she observed how small her shoes looked compared to his, her stomach doing a small flip. everything about caleb was so attractive and exciting. and he was all hers. 

“caleb?” she called out softly. 

she padded around, looking for him in his room. his bed was made nicely but still showed no signs of life. she walked inside, running her hand over his sheets. she looked over at his closet, the door already ajar. her eyes glanced over at his assortment of jackets and shirts, his colonel hat hanging delicately on one of the hooks. she smiled, fingers dancing over the crest on it. he looked handsome in his uniform, even if the fleet still gave her doubts. she had to believe in caleb doing the right thing. she had to. 

she remembered the first time seeing him in his uniform, her thoughts flooding with happiness to see him again and confusion too. why and how? the interrogation, the lies, the secrets… everything. yet she still loved him. still wanted him by her side, to never lose him again. to lose him again would be…

her smile faded thinking about it, so she decided to forget the thought as fast as it came. she closed the closet door slowly, staring blankly. her head whipped around to the sound of caleb’s voice. 

she followed it, the sound getting closer. 

“baby? it’s me…” she rang out down the hallway. 

the noise was coming from the bathroom. 

oh, she thought, he must be using the restroom.

what great timing she had. 

she was about to turn away and wait on the bed for him until she heard his voice again. except, this time her heart stopped. it felt like it had jumped up to her throat. the raspy sound that carried through the thick wooden door was unmistakable. caleb was fucking moaning. 

her hand went straight to the doorknob. she didn’t even know why, but she had to open it. she had to see him. it was like with each moan she drew in closer. before opening it, she pressed her ear to the door, like an absolute pervert. her face felt like it was on fire. 

“oh, f-fuck…” he groaned. she could hear the shower water running and the squelch of what seemed to be him jerking himself off. he had to be. otherwise what else could it be? surely he wasn’t with another woman. 

it couldn’t be. immediately she opened the door, storming in. 

“pip-squeak… ah—” he moaned louder, seemingly not noticing the door to the bathroom had opened. his strokes sounded slow as he kept saying her name.

well, surely he didn’t call anyone else that. 

the glass to the shower door was so fogged up that she could only see the shadow of his silhouette. the warm lighting of the bathroom made it seem like she had stepped into a sauna. it smelled like sex and soap. a familiar soap… apple and cinnamon.

her breath caught when she realized that it was definitely her body wash that she was smelling. her ears were red with arousal and she felt a pang in her lower abdomen. 

without thinking, she peeled her shirt off. then in one swoop she pulled her skirt and panties off. she was so ready to pounce on him she almost forgot to take her bra off. the more she heard him touch himself the more jealous she got of his hand. it was ridiculous but she had missed him so much. it was her turn to make him feel good again. she had to be with him, now. 

she didn’t even bother taking off her jewelry, making her way over to the door. she opened it slowly so he wouldn’t be too jump scared. she appeared in front of him, trying to muster as much courage and confidence as she could. after all, she was the reason why caleb was touching himself.

his eyes had been fixed shut but sprang open at the sudden intrusion, his evol forming around him in defense immediately. it pushed her back against the shower wall, a yelp escaping her throat. so much for not startling him.

his heart pounded with arousal and fright as he registered who had walked in on him pleasuring himself. 

“what the fuck?” he said bewildered. 

her hand struggled to rise up against the weight of gravity, index finger slowly pointing out to her neck. “ca-leb, let… go. hurts.” she gutted out. immediately she felt his evol retract.

“holy shit, baby… what the fuck?” he repeated again, his hand leaving his cock to come forward and pull her into a hug. he was soaking wet, hair dripping onto her. he squeezed her tightly, his emotions enveloping her entirely. 

“i-i’m sorry. i wanted to surprise you and then i couldn’t find you and i hea—” her mouth was covered with his, completely cutting off her rambling. 

the kiss was fast and heated, his hands cupping her face with desperation. he pinned her against the wall again, except this time with his whole body. she could feel his muscles slick with the hot water, his pulsing erection pressed firmly against her stomach. her hair was already beginning to get wet, strands sticking wildly to the tile behind her. her nipples felt sensitive as they rubbed tautly against his hard chest, their bodies radiating off of each other. he pulled away to look at her, purple eyes hazy and full of lust. 

“you’re insane. holy shit.” he chuckled, a sinister smile spreading on his lips. he stroked her face softly.

“yeah, says the one who’s using my body wash to jerk off.” she retaliated. 

his eyes darken, hands grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand. she looked up at him towering over her, eyes challenging him. his hair and nose dripped water onto her face, even his eyelashes were soaked. it was quite the sight to behold. 

he used his free hand to grab her chin, yanking it up more. 

“says the girl who walked into my house and my shower. did you arrive naked or did you take your clothes off when you found me?” he growled in jest.

“bastard.”

she rolled her hips into his erection, feeling herself grow more and more slick. it earned a long moan out of him, but made his hand tighten on her restraint. 

“baby.” it came out like a warning.

“what’re you gonna do about it?” she whispered. 

“what should i do about it, hm?” he asked. he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip, slowly shoving it in her mouth for her to suck on it slightly. his tongue caressed it slowly and sensually, then it pulled out with a pop. 

“you missed me?”

“more than you know.” he answered quicker than she asked. 

her hips rose to his once more, wiggling a bit.

“show me how much you missed me, caleb. please .” 

he chuckled, peppering her face with gentle kisses. he stroked her hair for a bit, a soft smile gracing his lips. 

“you just got here and already need my cock?” he teased her. 

she whined like a child, eyes trying not to roll themselves on their own. he was always so full of himself. shit, she wished she was full of him too. 

“i didn’t know you’d be masturbating when i got here. it’s your fault i’m horny.” her arms were released from their prison. she took her finger and poked it hard into his abdomen. he grabbed her finger and pulled her hand up to his mouth, laying a kiss onto it. 

“tell me what you want.”

“i already told you. i want you to fuck me.” she crossed her arms. how could he be so dense?

he barked out a laugh, a dark smile on lips. 

“okay. so screw the foreplay? just want some dick, huh?” his voice was low and hoarse, a tone of mockery behind it. 

“y-yes. please.” she stuttered out. her eyelids fluttered in slight abashment. 

“yeah? you want me to fuck you like this?” he flipped her around swiftly, her hands planting against the tile and ass being pulled towards him. she was bent over for him and ready, hoping he’d just slide right in. 

he gripped her cheeks tightly, hand smacking across harshly. she yelled out in ecstasy, toes curling in response. 

“fuck, baby, please… ngh— please fuck me!” she begged. 

he grabbed his cock and teased the entrance to her cunt, tip poking slightly in and out. he bent over to kiss her neck sloppily, pulling her upright a little more. her cheek smooshed against the wall and she hissed sharply at him slowly pushing his hardness into her. 

“god i missed you. look at you.” he praised, hand snaking to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

“caleb, don’t tease me… i need you so bad.” she whined. she could cry. 

he immediately obeyed her, thrusting deep inside of her that it actually took her by surprise. his hands dug into the plush of her hips, dragging her back and forth against his length, the sound echoing around the bathroom. he whimpered with each thrust, watching her back arch from the feeling. his hand ran down the dip of it, her soft skin making him melt into her. 

“big fucking slut. walking in here like you own the place. like you fucking own me— ah, shit— fucking own this dick.” 

“yes, yes, yes, please baby, yes right there…fuck!” her cries strung together in a jumble, hole clenching around him. his words turned her on so much she couldn’t handle it. 

“please, please, please… it’s so fucking big, ca-leb, ngh!” she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep standing up. her legs were starting to give out, knees buckling hard with each pound. 

suddenly, caleb pulled himself out of her. she gasped at the sudden loss, looking back at him quickly to understand the situation. 

his arms scooped her up, carrying her with ease. his evol turned the shower handle, stopping the water. the door swung open, carrying her out and walking them straight to his bed. they were still soaking wet, but he couldn’t give less of a shit. things could dry. sex couldn’t wait. 

he plopped her down onto her back, her chest rising and falling fast with anticipation. he kept his eyes locked onto hers as he picked her legs up, pinning them straight up and crossing them by the ankles. he rested them on his shoulder, creating a tight opening for him to push his cock back into. 

“caleb…” she moaned, shocked at how easily he was able to come up with the angle. he was creative, she gave him that.

“pip-squeak. you’re so sexy. you know what you do to me, baby?” his voice was almost not his. he was completely overtaken by his need. 

he resumed his thrusting, except he did it slowly and with restraint. he wanted her to feel every movement. every inch of himself, filling her up so perfectly. her thighs created the perfect tightness, making his cock feel suffocated and squeezed. 

she wanted to pinch him for calling him pip-squeak in the middle of her dicking down session but decided to make that a later issue. she couldn’t help but focus on the present. 

she watched as he closed his eyes, head going back in pleasure. she saw him lose himself in her, adam’s apple bulging out and rumbling with his deep moans. his brows were drawn together, cheeks flushed. her gaze trailed down further, watching his chest bead with sweat, some soap bubbles still falling down to his v-line. and his veins… god his veins. she couldn’t handle it. she stared for what seemed like years.

“take a picture.” he mused, eyes opened and staring down at her again. 

she felt her face light on fire, eyes fighting the urge to look away from him. he laughed softly, lips finding her ankles and kissing them sloppily. he bit down, then began sucking hard.

“ah— caleb!” she yelped in embarrassment, not wanting him to see her so flustered. everything he was doing was driving her to insanity. she was so exposed. 

it was interesting how really he should have been the one embarrassed for getting caught red-handed, yet she was the one who felt like she had gotten caught. like he had discovered her deepest secrets. 

he must have noticed her change in mood, uncrossing her ankles and putting her legs back down. he stopped his movements, leaning down to meet her up close. his hand went to cup her cheek lips closing onto hers. they kissed like that for a minute, not moving but just enjoying their tongues dancing together. 

“you’re the most beautiful girl. you’re so perfect. i worship you, baby. i fucking worship you.” he whispered onto her lips. 

“caleb…” her voice was so soft she didn’t know if he heard her. 

his hand threaded with hers, lips working against hers once more. 

“i.” 

kiss.

“could.”

kiss.

“kiss you.”

kiss.

“forever.”

she smiled against his lips, a small giggle bubbling up from her chest. he smiled back, kisses becoming more playful. more kisses landed behind her ear and down her neck. then he peered back up at her, eyes darkening once more. his mouth crept up to her ear.

“i could fuck you forever.” he whispered slowly, nibbling at her lobe. 

his thrusts resumed, cock pulsing hard inside of her walls. she yelped at the sudden movement again, hips rocking up to meet his hips. she could feel his cock grow bigger inside of her, ready to release all of his seed. just the thought made her stomach stir, the familiar feeling of an orgasm coming to fruition. his eyes didn’t leave hers, his hair matting up on his forehead. she reached her hand up to push it back, then grazed his cheek. 

caleb grabbed her hand, shoving some of her fingers into his mouth. she instantly whined with arousal. he sucked on her digits, moaning around them. then he took them out, dragging them down to his chin, his throat, and then his chest. he glued her hand to his heart. his heartbeat felt like it synced with hers. 

“hah… fuck… you kill me, princess. wanna make you come so bad.” thats all she needed to hear him say.

“p-please let me cum, please!” she whined out. she didn’t think she could hold onto it any longer. the wave was about to crash over her like a million tons.

“just come baby girl. let go. just like that. good girl. good fucking girl.” he responded through gritted teeth, squeezing her hand. 

she didn’t have to be told twice, her orgasm coming so fast she became breathless. she squeezed around him tightly, hips faltering with each ounce of pleasure coursing through her. 

“ah fuck, baby, cumming too. shit…” he muttered, a string of groans coming out as he rode his orgasm with hers. 

she felt his cum spill into her, seeing his face twist into what can only be described as pussy drunk. he was coming apart at the seams. and it was all because of her. they both moaned in unison, voices filling every ion of the room. 

they were perfect.

his thrusts stuttered as his load emptied, head drooping with tiredness. 

“feels… so… good, baby— shit .” he drug out every syllable.

“i love you, caleb.” she whined as his thrusts came to a halt. 

he was still sitting inside her as leaned forward to collapse onto her, making sure not to put all of his weight. she grunted as his body hit hers, still feeling like he was too heavy. she pushed at him, making him chuckle. 

“s’heavy. baby. please.” she complained. 

he finally pulled out, collapsing fully beside her on the bed. his breathing was heavy, sweat slick on his forehead.

“so needy.” he purred. 

she turned to face him, eyes meeting with his. she smiled slightly, leaning closer to kiss him. they’re lips worked onto each other perfectly, the sounds loud and flooding her ears. he was such a great kisser. so good at sex too. he was good at being hers. he was everything all at once. 

“i love you more, by the way.” he said against her mouth mid make out. 

she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. he moaned at the gesture. 

“i don’t think that’s possible.” she whispered, eyes searching his. they were indiscernible.

his hand went up to cup her cheek, tucking hair behind her ear. he sighed pleasantly, a sad smile forming on his lips.

“try me.” his voice was laced with something distant. like he was in pain. 

“i missed you.” she whispered, trying to get his mind off of whatever he was thinking of. he looked at her as if she weren’t really in front of him.

“i missed you more.” he responded.

it was always more.

she rolled her eyes, pushing him gently on the shoulder. he laughed lightly, eyes glistening. 

“whatever. can we take a real shower now? i’m full of caleb cum. it’s starting to get on the sheets.” she sat up, arms supporting her behind her back. she looked back down at her lover, who showed no signs of wanting to move. 

“you sure you don’t wanna just stay here for a little bit longer? i’m beat.” he yawned, arm bending behind his head to support it. 

she rolled her eyes, lying back down next to him.

“let’s not forget who’s at fault here. i came here with good intentions.” she giggled. 

“hey, you came to me. you were talking up a big game about sending me naughty photos. i couldn’t stop thinking about you.” he raised an eyebrow at her, hand reaching to stroke her chest. 

his eyes searched for something in hers, blinking slowly at her.

“do you do that… often?” she asked shyly.

“more than you know. how about you? ever get a little horny at night and think of me while touching your pretty little pussy?” he is words came out so directly and deliberately it almost made her choke on her own spit.

his voice was like honey, dripping with arousal again. he always went for round two. he would be the death of her. 

“…yes.” she answered slowly, not being able to hide her timid tone.

“next time you do, call me. i wanna get you off. don’t do it alone.” it sounded like a command. 

she scoffed. 

“right. you can do it alone but i can’t?”

he threaded his hands into her hair, gently tugging.

“you can always come hop in the shower with me. or my bed.” he growled, earning a whimper from the grip he had on her hair.

surprise visits would become a regular routine.

[lovebugmusings]

Hmmm you want Price sharing thoughts, you say?

What about him inviting the guys into his office while you’re bent over his wooden desk? Whether or not they know what they’re walking into is up to you, but just imagine the gasps they let out when they see their captain slamming into your wet cunt. Your face pressed against the wood of his desk, tits pressed against it too (and Soap’s eyes fly to your lonely nipples way too quick, desperately wanting to suck on them while his captain is balls deep in you). Moans and whines falling from your bite-swollen lips as he just keeps stretching you out so deep and so full.

Imagine how Price talks about you to his men while he’s fucking you. He’ll call on each of them, sometimes one at a time, sometimes not. And he’ll tell them to stand next to his desk and watch. Watch how your ass ripples when he ruts it. Watch how your brows furrow when he angles his hips in such a cruel way, so he’s hitting your g-spot even better.

More to come (pun not intended) when I have more time :)

- 🪤

price has his hand on the back of your neck, fingers pushed up into the hair on the nape of your neck with his nails occasionally scratching at your scalp. your cheek pressed firmly into his desk and a puddle of drool builds around your mouth and soaks the side of your face, mixing with tears as you babble for price. asking for more, pleading for god knows what, calling him price and sir and captain and john.

you barely register the sound of the door opening and the three pairs of boots that stop just at the edge of your vision. it wasn’t the first time price had played with you (read: fucked you brainless) in front of the three of them. hell they’ve all had their way with you under his watchful eye. but this was a punishment. not for you, no no. for them.

the last time the four of them had you, price had noticed that while they’d all made you cum, you weren’t a boneless, brainless mess. and that just wouldn’t do. if he was going to let his most trusted men take care of his girl, the love of his life and the most important person in his world, the they’d do it right.

price doesn’t stop his abuse on your poor, swollen cunt while he talks to them, doesn’t slow his ministrations as you whine and cry out, clenching down and cumming around his cock with a cracked scream. he just keeps talking to them conversationally, his captain voice heavy with lust. all three men ignore the moans that occasionally break price’s instructions just as price ignores the way gaz adjusts his twitching cock at the sound and soap’s eyes haven’t left your tits. at least ghost has the manners to not touch himself without permission and to keep his eyes on his captain (despite how desperately he wants to watch the way your pretty little pussy sucks in price’s cock and leaves a milky ring)

the next few hours - though you aren’t entirely sure how long, the only thing you know for certain is that at some point between price spanking your ass raw and soap biting your nipple, you pass out - price talks each man through how to make you cum in various ways. each have their own preference of course, and price helps them learn how to have you shaking and dumb after each orgasm. you lose count of how many you have, and how many times you get cum on, the only think making it into your silly little, cockdrunk brain is price’s voice telling you how good you’re doing “lettin’ my boys take care of ya, sweet thing. doing so well, takin’ their cocks n mouths. don’t worry your pretty little head, love, i’ll do all the thinkin’ for ya. just feel good ‘n’ cum for us”

(*cough* @glossysoap)

[m4rst0ns]

BENEATH THE HATRED.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

Warnings: blood, mentions of getting shot, game typical violence, swearing? (I can’t remember lmao), fluff, most likely grammatic mistakes

Word Count: 3.4k

Notes: no use of Y/N (none of my writing will!), probably ooc Arthur (and the other characters mentioned as well lmao)

A/N: this took FOREVER to write, but I wanted it to be perfect and I couldn’t figure out how to end it but I finally got it! More writing will be coming shortly after this as well!

Arthur was practically fuming as he looked at you from across camp. You. Of all people, why had Dutch asked you to help with this? The same you who had robbed them blind of their food months ago? He trusted Dutch with his life, but he questioned some of the decisions he made.

He watched you walk away from Dutch with a scowl. He got up as soon as you were out of sight, his boots thudding as he stalked over to Dutch with fury. “You outta your mind?”

He snapped, Dutch’s chuckle irritating him to his core. “Don’t you remember she robbed us? How almost all of us went hungry ‘cause o’ that?” He was trying to compose himself in front of Dutch, but the image of Abigail giving up her food for little Jack was engraved in his mind.

“Now, now, Arthur. I know what you are thinking, but have some faith in me. Trust me, she’s got a good head on her shoulders. And if she crosses us you’ll be the first one to put a bullet in ‘er won’t ya?” He patted Arthur’s shoulder. “Plus, with Hosea out doin’ his own thing she’s the best we got. As much as I dislike her for what she did, Trelawny put in a good word for her.” Arthur huffed.

Arthur shook his head. “Trelawny ain’t the one who went hungry, Dutch.” His voice was low, strained, but Dutch just smiled, like he always did when he thought he was one step ahead of everyone.

“Arthur, you know as well as I do that sometimes we gotta put our grudges aside for the greater good. You don’t have to like her, but you will work with her,” Dutch said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Arthur scowled but said nothing more.

Arthur turned on his heel and stalked away from Dutch, muttering curses. He wasn’t just about to roll over and play nice, though. If he had to work with you, you were going to know where you damn well stood.

He found you by the horses, checking the straps on your saddle like you’d been part of the gang all along. Arthur’s scowl deepened. “You got some real nerve showin’ your face around here.” He gritted his teeth, arms crossed over his chest.You didn’t even flinch, not sparing him a glance as you tighten a strap. “Didn’t know I needed your permission to be here,” you shoot back, voice cool.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “You don’t, but that doesn't mean I trust you.” Finally, you turned to face him, and when you did, it was with that stupid smirk on your face that made Arthur want to slap you silly. He listened to you talk, an amused glint in your eye. “Good, ‘cause I don’t trust you either.”

“Stay outta my way, and maybe, we won’t have a problem.”

“No promises, cowboy.” You smirked and Arthur cursed under his breath as you walked away, his patience wearing thin. This was going to be a disaster.

⇝⇝⇝

Some rich bastard was throwing a party in Saint Denis; one of them always was. Dutch had gotten word that a governor’s associate would be there, with important documents that he wanted to get his hands on. It was a formal event, and as much as you hated the beauty standards, you were made to wear a dress.

Your dress was elegant, a deep shade of navy that shimmered faintly under the warm glow of the chandeliers. The bodice hugged your figure, its structured seams accentuating your waist before cascading into a full, sweeping skirt.

Delicate white lace adorned the off the shoulder neckline, each intricate pattern stitched with precision, tiny pearls catching the light like scattered stars. A small, oval brooch rested at the center of the lace trim. The short, puffed sleeves added a touch of softness to the otherwise regal design.

You observed the room as you waited for Arthur to arrive–the two of you were supposed to have gone together, but Arthur was nowhere to be found when you were saddling up to leave. When you had asked Charles, he had told you Arthur had gone to get a suit last minute. Damn fool.

You looked around to see who looked the slightest bit suspicious, though, all rich people looked quite suspicious to you. As your eyes scanned the room, you heard a voice from behind you.

“Who knew you could clean up nice?” Arthur chuckled and you scowled. “You’re late, Morgan.” You grumble. “You’re lucky I’m even here, now let’s just get this over with.”

⇝⇝⇝

Arthur and you had decided to split up, figuring you could cover more ground that way. In and out, the two of you had said. Neither of you wanted to be there, not with the other anyway.

Arthur had taken the lower levels, which included mingling–Arthur’s words, not yours–with the other party guests. He wasn’t the best with social interaction, but he was better at it between the two of you. You took the higher levels, having to sneak through the empty rooms, watching for the odd guard.

You slipped through the hallway silently, stopping just outside a room when you heard voices.

“These documents must be delivered safely. Do not tell anyone anything about these except Mr. Miller, ya hear? Or there will be some serious trouble, understood?” A man said, his voice intimidating. “Y-yes, sir, I understand.” Another man replied weakly. You pressed yourself up against the wall as you heard their footsteps head over to the door. They walker out of the room and down the opposite end of the hall. You slipped through the door seconds before it closed.

You searched through each cabinet. Miller, Miller, Miller… aha! You pulled out the document and skimmed through it, making sure it was the right one. Once you were sure, you crept out of the room, looking down each side of the hall to make sure no one had seen you before walking out back where you had come from. You go to walk down the stairs when a voice stops you.

“Why do you have that, Miss?” The random man asked. You turned around with the realest smile you could muster up. “Oh, don’t worry, sir, I work for Mr. Miller.” You lied carefully. You held your breath when you saw his skeptical expression.

“That’s funny,” he replied. “Because I work for Mr. Miller.” “Shit.” You punched him as hard as you can and he stumbles. You took the opportunity to run, almost tripping down the stairs because of your dress. You damned the thing to hell as you searched for Arthur.

Your eyes found his and Arthur had known as soon as he locked eyes with you that that look meant trouble. He looked behind you and saw three men all looking around for you. He pushed himself through the crowd and grabbed your hand tightly, dragging you along with him as he ran.

The men chased you both and yelled at you to stop where you are, and it only made the two of you speed up. You heard a loud crack echo through the air, but ignored it. You found your horses hitched down the street and urged your feet to go faster. You both mounted your horses hurriedly and you tossed the document haphazardly into your saddle bag.

Your horses whipped down the dimly lit streets of Saint Denis, eventually losing the men. “I think we lost ‘em,” you breathed as the two of you slowed and Arthur spoke up. “Y’know, the whole reason we let you come along is because you weren’t supposed to get caught.” He said seriously, though his tone was slightly light-hearted. “Well, I got the damn file, didn’t I?” You grumbled and he chuckled, to your surprise.

“What’s so funny?” You asked. “Nothin’.” He replied, a small grin on his lips. You suddenly feel a little woozy. You held your head and Arthur noticed the look of discomfort on your face. He gave you a once over and saw the blood staining your dress. “You get shot?” His voice was worried. The pain came sharply and abruptly.

You held your side, clenching your jaw–the adrenaline must have hid the pain, until Arthur pointed it out. “I’m fine,” you inhaled. “Just keep going.” Arthur was irritated by your stubbornness. “Jesus, woman,” he muttered, “will you just stop? You’re hurt.” He snapped slightly. You wobbled on top of your horse, but kept going, despite the pain and Arhtur’s words. Then, everything went black.

⇝⇝⇝

You came to and felt the rough bark of a tree against your back. You heard Arthur mumbling something about stupidity. He emerged through the trees in front of you and his mumbling stopped. “Ah, you’re finally awake.” He places the logs he was carrying down in the middle of the makeshift camp he had set up, which you had just noticed.

“I, uh, bandaged your wound.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, considering I had to take off your dress—not the whole thing! I just slid down the top, and I assumed you were covered… up there, and you were! You–.” “Arthur, it’s fine.” You chuckled and he let out a breath of relief. It was a funny sight, the big and tough outlaw stumbling over his words.

“Thank you.” You said softly and Arthur just nodded in return. You watched Arthur as he started a fire. He looked good like this, his suit jacket discarded, along with his tie, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, and a few of the buttons undone, showing off his muscular arms and chest.

His hair was slightly messy, presumably from the wind or running away from the party; most likely both. His cheeks were pink from the cool air, showing off the freckles that were sprinkled softly across his face. His sea blue eyes shone brightly as the flames grew. Oh, heavens, what were you thinking? You took a deep breath and collected yourself.

“Here, drink this.” He handed you a canteen of water and you chugged it gratefully, almost moaning as you chugged the liquid. You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were, or how dry your lips and throat were. “Woah, woman, don’t go drinking the whole thing now! We gotta share.” Arthur chuckled and the sight of you gulping down almost the whole canteen.

You wiped off a small droplet of water that had escaped the corner of your mouth with your forehand and a small smile grazed your lips at the sight of the cowboy.

The fire crackled softly, its warm glow illuminating the blond’s face, worn and tired, yet so soft under the early rise of the sun. Neither of you spoke, but it wasn’t awkward—just the opposite. The longer you were around Arthur, the less you disliked him, and, honestly, you hadn’t really disliked him as much as he had you in the first place. You had always thought he was quite the looker. Oh, not again. Pull it together! Oh, but how dreamy he was. He had many of the local women all over him in every place he visited.

Arthur cursed himself on the inside for even looking at you. What you had done was unacceptable! Most of the gang went hungry because of you a year ago. Yet, he couldn’t stop looking.

Your eyes glowing in the fire, your hair blowing slightly in the wind, little wisps of it surrounding your face and he chuckles to himself as you try to blow it out of your eyes. He felt bad, feeling like this, being attracted to you in the slightest. He felt like he was betraying his gang. Dutch had let her on this mission, he thought, I guess it ain’t that bad.

He tried to convince himself it was okay, this growing attraction. Weakly, but it worked, sort of. Made him feel slightly less guilty. Who could really blame him, though? Anyone in their right mind would recognize your beauty. What was wrong with him? He shook his head to clear his thoughts and broke the silence.

“We should get going, don’t think Dutch wanted us gone overnight.” He stood up and brushed his hands on his pants.

He held out a hand for you and you just looked at him for a second before taking it, him pulling you up as if you weighed nothing. Neither of you spoke as you rode slowly back to camp, enjoying the comfortable silence, a contrast to what it would’ve been before last night’s events.

⇝⇝⇝

You had decided to stick with the gang after that, Dutch offering (or, more so begging) and Hosea agreeing with the idea, though still weary. He did think you had great skills, despite what had happened when you had stolen from them and the party. You and Arthur had gotten much closer, him finally befriending you after you had “made up for the food you’d greedily taken from them”—his words, not yours.

Arthur was everything you could ask for in a friend during these times. He was honest, caring, open, and he was a great listener. He was always there as a shoulder to lean on, even when he was gone. You appreciated having someone you could trust, and having a family after so long of being on your own.

As time went on that small attraction from that night, you had labeled it as mere lust, grew. You couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when he was near, or the way your stomach flipped when he smiled. A small smile would graze your lips at the way his face contorted with focus as he sketched away in his journal. You were more than just physically attracted to him.

You sat with Mary-Beth, Karen, and Tilly, talking about anything and everything. Mary-Beth laughed before asking you, “Is there anyone you got your eye on?” Arthur immediately came to mind, but you shook it off.

“Nah, not really.” You replied, but they didn’t look all too convinced, the slight blush on your cheeks didn’t help your case. “Oh, come on! I know you do! I see that look in your eye. Tell us!” Mary-Beth encouraged, the other two women nodding.

As you’re about to speak, denying Mary-Beth’s claim, Arthur strutted by, tipping his hat. “Hey, ladies.” They all smile at him. “Hi, Arthur.” They greeted in unison as he continued walking by.

You hadn’t even realized you were staring until Mary-Beth’s squeal disrupted your thoughts. “You’re sweet on him, aren’t you?” You shook your head, but you couldn’t help but smile. They all laughed excitedly. “I knew it. I see the way you look at him.” Karen claims, taking a sip of her beer.

Tilly leaned forward with a smirk. “Y’know, I reckon Arthur isn’t exactly indifferent either.” Mary-Beth giggled. “He’s always getting all grumpy when someone flirts with you—like that fella in Saint Denis the other day? Thought Arthur was gonna clean punch him in the face!”

Karen took another swig before saying, “Please.That man is so in denial, it’s painful. The both of you are! I swear everyone else sees the spark but the two of you.” You gave them a look. “You’re all delusional. Mary-Beth, are you sure you haven’t been readin’ too many silly romance novels?”

The three girls all looked at each other. Tilly then spoke up. “We got some work to do.” Karen and Mary-Beth nodded. “We need to give fate just a little push.” Karen set her now empty bottle aside.

Mary-Beth gasped excitedly. “Are we matchmaking?” Karen and Tilly shared grins. “Oh absolutely,” Karen nodded. “It’s about time the two of you stopped dancing around it.” You groan. “No plotting, please.”

“No promises!” Mary-Beth said innocently. You groaned and the girls just laughed before Grimshaw came over to squawk about getting back to work. You laughed as they all moaned and you all reluctantly got up to do your chores.

⇝⇝⇝

“C’mon, please?” Karen begged. “Just for tonight, I won’t bother you again.” You watched as she gives you a million reasons as to why you should take her shift of watch for the night.

You sighed, not like you had much else to do anyway, you weren’t much of a drinker and celebrations, parties, and such weren’t really your thing. “Fine, but you owe me.” Karen grinned mischievously before thanking you, running straight to where all the beer was. You shook your head and grabbed the shotgun that lay up against the tree.

You walked through the thick trees, following the path in them that led in and out of the camp. You were surprised to see Arthur in the watch spot, rifle in hand.

“What are you doing here, Arthur?” You asked. He looked up at you surprised. “I took Karen’s watch tonight. What about you, what’re you doin’ here?” You sighed. Karen, the damn woman. “She also asked me to take her watch.” Arthur shook his head. “Must already be too drunk to remember.” You chuckled.

“You can go on back to the party, then.” Arthur said and you smiled and shook your head. “I’d rather stay here, you know parties aren’t really my thing.” You reference the time you both went to the party in Saint Denis months ago—the one where you got shot, and where you and Arthur actually started to get along. “I suppose not, huh?” He laughed and you laughed along with him.

You two settled into a comfortable silence for a while before the quiet moment started to feel heavier, as if something unspoken lingered between you.

“You know, Arthur,” you began slowly, “there's been something I’ve been meaning to say, something I never said that night in Saint Denis.” He looked at you curious, but a warm expression on his face. “What’s that?” He questioned.

You paused, heart racing a little. “I guess… I never really thanked you for what you did. I—well, I don’t know if I would’ve made it without you.” Arthur’s brows furrow slightly, as if he’s not very sure where you are going with this. “I was just doin’ what anyone woulda done.”

“It’s more than that, though. I’ve been thinking about it, now more than ever. I just thought you should know how much it meant to me.” There's a long pause. Arthur’s eyes soften slightly, the usual guardedness easing just a bit as he leans back against a tree.

“You don’t gotta thank me for that. I’m just tryin’ to do right by the people I care about, even if I didn’t care much then.” The words hang in the air between you both, heavy but honest. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve said too much, if it was too soon. But then Arthur shifts a little, his expression softening.

“I’ve been thinking about that night too.” He admits, rubbing his beard—an action you found he does when he’s nervous. “About how we were both there, fightin' for our lives, but more than that—how we had each other’s backs, no questions asked.”

He looks at you, his gaze steady. “I guess I never realized just how much I needed that, until it was right in front of me.”

You swallow, heart pounding, your words feeling like they're coming from somewhere deeper than you'd intended. “I don’t think I realized it either. But it felt... different. You felt different, Arthur.”

Arthur shifts a bit uneasily, his rough exterior softened by your words. "Hell, maybe it was. Ain't like I’m good at this kind of thing, but I reckon I’ve got a bit more of a heart than I show."

He chuckles quietly, his voice low. "But if I’m bein' honest... you’ve been on my mind more than you probably know.”

That admission is like a weight lifting from your chest, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. It feels like a new beginning, but one that still needs a little figuring out.

"Maybe we take it slow," you say, the words coming out more hopeful than you feel. "One step at a time."

Arthur nods, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a small, tentative smile. "Yeah, I think that sounds like a good idea."

For the first time in a while, the quiet feels easy between you two. The kind of quiet that means things are changing—but in a way that feels right.

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Dad Mode

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry is overprotective of Grace and worries about everything.

YN always knew Harry was born to be a father. She watched over the years as he interacted with Lux when they were on tour with the band, how he would be happy to help when her younger siblings, Doris and Ernest were born or how excited he was when they become Auntie and Uncle to Freddie, Lucky and Olive. 

But YN couldn’t help but notice how Harry’s protective side had kicked in at full speed once Grace wos born. 

Before YN and Grace were discharged from the hospital, the new family of three were enjoying some time of being in their baby bubble. Harry was sitting on the chair next to the bed, his eyes glued to Grace who was feeding as she laid in YN’s arms. 

“Do you think she’s having enough milk? How will we know?”. Harry’s voice was full of worry as he watched YN take to motherhood like a natural. “It’s not like a bottle is it? Where you can see how much she’s drinking.”.

YN glanced up to find a frown written all over Harry’s face as he was deep in thought. “Will you stop being a worry pants!”. She couldn’t help but laugh. “You know earlier when she came off the boob herself?”. Harry nodded. “It meant she’d had enough and she’s really calm and content when she’s feeding.”. 

Harry’s shoulders relaxed at YN words, her reassurance working instantly. “Yeah, that makes sense…m’sorry, I just want everything to be right”. 

“I know you do”. YN couldn’t be more grateful for Harry. “How about when we’re home I can express sometimes and then you’ll be able to feed Grace too?”.

Harry’s eyes lit up with excitement at the idea. “I’d love that!”: 

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Whilst YN was preparing for Grace’s nighttime routine, and cuddling the little one in her blanket, Harry was running her a bath. 

“Babe? C’mere!”. Harry’s voice was heard from the bathroom. YN, with Grace still cuddled in her arms, padded across the hall. 

“What’s wrong bubs?”. YN watched as Harry held the little baby soap in his hands, reading the back of it. 

“How much of this should I put it? I don’t want to put on much…but then I don’t want to not put enough in….but I’ve read the back and it says a tiny bit…but what’s a tiny bit…it’s all too confusing”. Harry didn’t take a breath, YN could see the worry in his eyes.

“Bubs…take a breath…and relax…just put a little drop into the water and that’ll be enough”. YN calmly explained and watched as Harry added some nighttime bubbles to the baby bath. 

After Harry checked the temperature was safe for Grace, YN placed the little baby into the water and they both laughed at how relaxed she was as she laid there, her small blue eyes piercing up at them. 

After Grace’s bath, YN was sat on the rocking chair feeding her as her little eyes slowly closed as she quietly went to sleep. Harry was stood leaning against the doorframe as he watched his wife and daughter. 

“I’m sorry”. His voice was gentle, not wanting to disturb a sleeping Grace. 

“Sorry for what?” YN couldn’t help but wonder what Harry was apologising for. 

“I know I’m being silly and too much when it comes to things with Grace.”. Harry looked down as he spoke. 

“Aww bubs…you’re not being silly or over the top…you’re being a good dad and just wanting to do everything right”. YN reassured him.

YN walked over to be closer to Harry. “Here…take Grace and enjoy some cuddles!”. 

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YN was woken up with a sound of a floorboard creak, as she squinted and tried to adjust to waking up, she could see Harry’s figure looking into Grace’s crib. 

“Harry? Bubs?”. YN whispered, aware that Grace couldn’t be awake because she usually cried. 

“I-I…I thought I heard Grace make a noise”. Harry rearranged the blanket before he got back into bed. 

“Talk to me bubs.” YN invited Harry to cuddle into her. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”. She ran her fingers through his hair. 

Harry didn’t say anything at first, just traced patterns over YN’s skin on her arm as he thought deeply. “I feel like I’m in constant worry mode..I’m worried about messing up or if Grace is okay…I just can’t stop worrying”. 

“I understand…but you do know that you’re the only person I’d want to parent with and you’re the best dad to Grace…and you’ll be the same with our future babies…so treat yourself with kindness”. Harry chucked at YN’s use of his lyrics. 

“Are you ever going to stop using lyrics in serious conversations?”. Harry smiled as they were still cuddled up as one. 

“No…now get some sleep before Grace wants cuddles in the morning with the best Daddy!”. 

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[siolixz]

Family

one-shot

Pairings: Oz 'The Penguin' Cobb x reader

You and Oz settle down in a big penthouse and kids arrive. Very self indulging fanfic. This is quite short but I tried my best to give y'all something- I miss him. ( ˘︹˘ )

Enjoy and give feedback if you want :)

Contents: fluff

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you waited for your husband to come home.

Was he going to be happy? 

What a silly question, of course he was going to be happy. He’s been telling you non-stop how excited he was to start a family with you. 

So why are you nervous? 

You paced around the master bedroom you two shared- pregnancy test in hand.

Why is he taking so long? 

You sat on the couch in the living room on your phone while the maids were getting the table ready for tonight’s dinner- you made them cook that cake Oz loved.

He has no idea what’s waiting for him.

Between high society meetings and the usual business your husband has to attend to- he was a very busy man. But he never, ever brought any bad moods he had at work back home to you. 

“There she is” 

You turned around to look at him- dressed in a tuxedo, he looked every bit the rich man he was.

You said hi to him and got up to kiss him:

“You smell nice..” you whispered.

You two talked as he undressed his dress jacket and took off his suspenders, leaving him only in the shirt and black pants he had on- he unbuttoned it a little and got it up to his elbows. 

As you two ate, you tried your best not to interrupt him- to break the news and wait for his face to light up- make his whole night.

As the cake was brought on the table and he got the first bite- you couldn’t help yourself. You just couldn’t.

”I gotta ask you something” you started- your stomach full of butterflies 

He raised an eyebrow at you- mouth full of cake. 

“Do you have any plans 9 months from now?” 

He shook his head no. 

“Why?” 

You took a deep breath-

“Well, in nine months from now- you’re gonna be a dad.”

You smiled at him as you saw him raise his eyebrows in shock. 

“You serious?” 

You nodded- your heart was so full as you saw him break out in a smile as well

“Are you happy?” You whispered at him as he reached across the table to pull you in his arms. 

“I’m the happiest man alive.” 

He kissed you gently as he held your face.

Remembering the day you told your husband about your bundle of joy brought tears in your eyes, must’ve a mix of the hormones and the nostalgia you felt as you waited to arrive at the doctor’s appointment. 

He held your hand in the backseat as your driver rounded the corner. 

Oswald and you already picked out names for him or her. Either way, whatever they were- all that mattered is that they were yours and perfect. 

You tried to calm your nerves as you laid on the table- whatever was to come, whatever the doctor told you, you will be there for them. 

She placed the cold gel on your belly as your husband held your hand next to you. He was nervous too- you could tell, even if he pretended not to be. He smiled gently at you when you glanced in his direction.

She told you everything was ok, the babies were in the right position and their bodies were alright.

What?

Babies?

”What babies?” Your husband interrupted the doctor “We thought it was just one?” 

You couldn’t form any words at that moment, your gaze was fixated on the screen as she turned it around to show you. 

She smiled at you- pointing excitedly at the precious lives you carried inside- “You two are going to have your hands full- you’re expecting two girls, see?”

You squeezed Oz’s hand while it was holding your own- chuckling in disbelief as you looked at his shocked expression.

The months went by quickly and your body changed in ways you couldn’t have imagined- by the seventh month, you could barely walk and much to Oswald’s enjoyment, you had an attitude too: 

He stared at you as you got naked in the bathroom.

You felt uncomfortable after a long day of trying to busy yourself with various things around the penthouse- his gaze on you only irritated you further.

Was he thinking you looked ugly?

He made you this way! 

You turned around at him, angry “What the fuck are you looking at?” 

He started laughing “You look beautiful- can’t I look at my wife?”  

Now not only did you walk like him, you started acting like him as well. 

Oz became way more protective of you than usual as your due date was coming up, you had the most expensive doctors on call and the most experienced nannies ready to help you out once you gave birth, he watched over you like a hawk- you could barely do anything and even if you loved him as much as you possibly could, sometimes you wanted to be left alone too.

 You two renovated the nursery where your daughters will be once they came and you already decided on the names- you picked ‘Aurora’ and your husband picked ‘Frances’ for her sister. 

Aurora and Frances- how loved they are and they weren’t even here yet. 

You talked to them as you massaged your belly at night, told them stories of their grandmothers and their grandfather, you talked to them about their aunt and uncles too- how happy they would all be to see them. 

The birth was a hard one- even with the best doctors, midwives and nurses money could buy. 

Aurora came first and then Frances, pink and gorgeous- perfect. 

Both of them.

The babies cried, you cried- Oz cried. It was all tears in the delivery room. Happy tears.

As they placed your daughters on each side of you Oz kissed your forehead “thank you” he muttered. 

Your life changed for the better in the last years. Sure, it is way more chaotic and raising two children wasn’t easy- the nannies helped.

But you were so happy- so happy and so fulfilled

By the 20th month- Aurora was already running around the house and Frances seemed to think she was a storyteller who had to be listened to at all times .

When you would calm Frances down- her sister would start running, as you would grab the more rambunctious one- her sister would start crying and so on and so forth.

Sometimes they would sync together when crying prompting your husband to announce that they were going to be great singers one day- a duet.

Aurora had your husband's eyes and his smile- the same wild twinkle in her eyes just before she was about to do something naughty. She enjoyed watching you two run around the house after her or when Oz would throw her in the air and play with her.

Frances on the other hand- she observed everything with wide eyes, trying to grab a hold of anything close to her- to find out what it was, she was the more inquisitive one for sure. She still enjoyed playing with her sister but she preferred to stick to the sidelines.

They were both well behaved, you thaught them to say 'sorry', 'please' and 'thank you'. No matter how much their father or you spoiled them, they had to know their manners and you were very pleased with their learning abilities.

God, you loved them so much.

Of course you carried them both in your belly so they could look exactly the same as their dad.

They would start screaming whenever they heard his voice or hear him walk and not only that- but they took his accent too. 

No matter how hard you tried to teach them how to say things the ‘right’ way- prepare them for school next to the other rich kids in their social circle, they preferred their father’s way of saying things- sometimes it felt like he carried them to full term. 

As they grew their father became more and more paranoid- telling you that if he can’t protect you three, then he failed as a father and husband.

I mean, you knew he had enemies, knew he was a dangerous man who shouldn’t be crossed- but having a car full of armed men trailing behind you as you would run errands into town or take the girls somewhere was a bit much. 

Oz loved them so much- they were the light of his life, everything he did, he did it for them and for you.

Every night after he came home he would kiss both girls on their your bedroom, of course depending on when he came home.

Tonight was no different as he climbed in the king sized bed to start the TV- watch the news and get his glasses from the nightstand.

He mumbled something under his breath about the politician talking on the news and turned around to look at you as you joined him.

He smiled and wrapped his arm around you as you cuddled close to him. 

"They were fast asleep weren't they?"

"Yeah- Frances almost woke up but 'Rory was out like a log." He chuckled. "What do you say we try again, huh?"

You looked up at him

“Maybe try for a boy this time? “

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Author's note: Thank you for reading!!!!!!!!!!

This was an anon request- I don't think I am that good at writing family fics but hey i tried and therefore no one should judge me. I also have another one-shot in the works, something I am quite proud of so far about an up and coming singer who gets a one in a lifetime opportunity to sing at 'Monroe's', the hottest jazz club who was just renovated- there she meets a very wealthy man and owner of said club. Her friends tell her 'no' and 'are you fck insane?' she sais 'me likey old dangerous gangster'- stuff happens in the Rolls Royce after. (͡• ͜ʖ ͡•)

[fan-goddess]

Hi I hope ur have a good day/night could u pls write a aegon x reader where aegon has reader wrapped around his finger like she’s agreeing w everything he’s saying and always by his side and stuff I’m sorry it’s a 5am thought fell free to ignore this

Authors Note: Hi yeah I understand it’s currently 00:38 where I currently am as I answer this. Just letting you know, technically my requests have closed, but I’ll do this as a final one before trying to focus on my WIPs

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, food kink (ish), it’s implied Chubby!Aegon, p in v sex, riding, praise kink, dom!aegon, sub!wife,

Aegon Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii, @f4ll-for-you, @amiraisgoingthruit,

The lords wives that you were forced to converse with, would always explicitly talk to you and tell that it was strange just how compliant you were with your husband. How it was unusual for you to act more like his devoting servant than act like his wife.

Though, they obviously don’t see the love in your eyes. The maids that looked after your husband certainly didn’t possess that, only you his wife.

“Aegon, you are stuffing your face like a common pig! You should not be embracing your love of food, you should instead be embracing your time with your wife and having heirs!” The queen scolded.

You must admit, you yourself had recently come to worry on your husbands sudden interest in food. But now, now you find a strange pleasure in watching him stuff himself silly and caressing the soft skin afterwards. Plus Aegon was always too eager afterwards to let you hold him and mark him as yours In your own way.

“My lovely wife does not mind! Do you sweet wifeling?!” Your husband turns to you, and it’s like clockwork when you begin to defend him. Telling the queen you do not mind your husbands sudden departure of your chambers, not that you said that specifically of course. Still, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Aegon had stopped mid bite of some unknown dessert to stare at you with hooded eyes. Your husband really was insatiable...

The queen sighs with defeat. An act you’ve noticed that she always seems to do when Aegon brings you into the conversation to defend him.

It surprises you when Aegon grabs ahold of your wrist with one hand, and a near full jug of wine in the other. “I believe I must retire for the night. The evening festivities have seemingly tired our both me and my wife.” Aegon leaves no room for discussion, not that you’d dare to complain on the matter, and pulls you to the direction of your shared chambers.

As you look back slightly in bashfulness, you can see Alicent once again, shaking her head in her hands slightly. A loud sigh breaking the silence that swallowed her.

When the two of you enter your shared chambers, Aegon drops your hand to walk calmly to a small side table and deposit the wine jug. He turns to you slightly, and speaks in a deep baritone voice to command you. “Be a good wife and strip for me. Then, you need to lay on the bed on your back can you do that?”

And like the obedient wife you are, you nod to him and do as Aegon says. A slight shiver running through you though as the air hits your sensitive places once you’ve undressed. You close your eyes and breath in an attempt to control yourself while you lay waiting on the bed for him, but the sudden feeling of something dripping on your stomach makes your eyes shoot open and head shoot up slightly to find out what it is. And when you do, your breathing becomes shaky and uneven with interest and arousal.

Aegon was currently dripping wine onto you, and licking and licking the liquid straight from your skin. It certainly didn’t help your restraint when Aegon begins to slightly growl as he begins to suck on the patches of your skin, similar to that of a man starved.

“What a perfect obedient wife…” He muttered as he licks another trail of wine from this time, your lower stomach. You can feel yourself gasp and preen from the praise he gives you. A shy yet proud smile evident. “So good and willing for your husband… you’d truly let me do anything to you wouldn’t you…”

“Yes my lord husband of course!” You whine, because it was true. For Aegon, you would show your devotion to him in anyway possible if it meant he’d give you attention. It was like he’d wrapped you around his finger, and he certainly acted like he knew it.

“Why, I bet you’d even let me breed you and fuck you like you were some whore straight from the silk street…” His hands caress the now wet skin of your lower belly, and you feel your stomach tighten and your skin practically burn in response to Aegons words.

The imagery comes to mind easily. The image of you waddling behind Aegon with a stomach all swollen with his babe… It made you physically react with a high pitched whine as you thought of it. If you did get pregnant, then it would be a much more physical claim over you, and with it all the ladies and the lords of the court would now who you belonged to you, who held a claim over you…

“Oh? Does my wife like that idea? Good. By the end of the month, I will make it so that the maester will be declaring that belly is growing with my babe…” His grin does not falter, even as he undresses himself to complete nudity and quickly inserts himself inside of you, while you bite your lip with a slight wince at the feel of Aegon stretching your walls.

“Taking me so well like a good wife you are…” Aegon laughs, while you once more preen at the praise he gives you. You can already feel your wet walls clenching down hard on Aegon cock. As It seems no matter how many times Aegon fucks you, you’ll always find yourself struggling to accommodate him at first.

Your hands like clockwork go to the love handles on Aegons sides and grab them for stability, while your mouth opens as silent moans are unrelentingly let out the more you feel Aegon nudge his cock deeper inside of you. The slight stinging sensation soon dissipating into harsh and unmistakable pleasure.

One of Aegons hands move to lay flatly against your lower stomach, and he seemingly finds himself groaning every time he manages to thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you. “I can practically feel my cock inside of your womb baby…” He whines loudly, “Can feel you sucking me in as deep as you can like my good little breeding wife” The derogatory language makes your breath hitch slightly, but you can’t help yourself from finding pleasure in the usually insulting words. Maybe being married to Aegon has revealed some sort of deeply rooted sexual deviancy from inside of you? It doesn’t really matter where it came from though, as you fucking love it, and have found yourself having no fear when embracing that side of you with the man you love.

The feeling of Aegon dominating you though, mixed with those words, makes the knot within your lower belly tighten harder, and you know if won’t take long before you reach your oh so needed peak.

“I’m close Aegon!” You whine, the grip on Aegons body tightening as you feel your head becomes familiar sort of fuzzy, and your lips only able to do a mixture of muttering and whining of Aegons name in a sort of bastardised prayer.

You try to hold it in and wait for your husbands approval, and when you see his devilish smirk and the slight nod of his head signifying his approval, you can feel your eyes roll to the back of your head and a massive wave of pleasure wash over you.

Your heart feels like it’s running ten times faster than usual, and yet you feel it skip a beat at the sight of Aegons face as you feel him cum deep inside. His fleshy hips dig slightly into your own as he tries to stuff his cum as deeply as he can, and It feels like it certainly works, as you feel the warmth of his hot cum travel practically to inside of your womb.

You’re almost in a daze at this point, but the feeling of Aegons skin brings you back. He pulls your head to his chest, and you halfheartedly begin to suck and nibble on the skin there. You can taste his sweat, mixed with something else you don’t really know, but it’s still one of the best tastes you think ever.

“Are you that desperate for me again my insatiable wife?” Aegon murmurs as he tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. You don’t answer him. Instead, you move your head slightly with a smile and suck a bruise on a random part of your husbands thick chest, and you’re delighted by the sound of a small hiss being released from his throat. You’re even more excited though by the tight grip he now currently holds your hair with.

“If my always doting wife is that desperate to be filled with my seed…” You can feel his engorged cock hardening on your thigh, and you can’t help but take all of him in all over again when Aegon roughly moves you so you sit atop his beautifuly thick thighs. You can’t help yourself from tracing the stretch marks that have appeared their over the past year…

Fuck… if Aegon isn’t beautiful… he should be painted like this for all to see his ethereal beauty-

“Hey! Eyes on me wifeling!” The loud slap he makes when he brings his hand down swiftly onto the skin of your behind, makes a broken mixture of a gasp and a whine break free from your mouth. Your eyes obediantly going back to make contact with your husband’s, the thoughts put away to the side for now, but definitely not forgotten.

“If my pretty wife wants my seed, then she’ll get it till it’s flowing straight out of her pretty little dripping cunt.” With that said, you eagerly lift up your hips and lower yourself down onto Aegons eagerly rigid cock. The wet sounds of your cunt being filled being the only sound in the room truly worth hearing. Before though being soon followed by yours and Aegons sounds of ecstasy and praise.

[sequinsmile-x]

If You Kiss Me Will It Be Just Like I Dreamed It?

Five times Emily and Aaron share different types of first kisses, and one time they actually kiss.

-x-

Hi besties <3

This is part of my Tattoo Kiss series, and fulfils the 'first kisses' prompt. In a move I'm sure won't shock any of you, this got away from me and here we are - another monster of a 5+1 fic haha

This is full of yearning and our two favs just being the definition of idiots in love!

As always, let me know what you think! -x-

Warnings: canon typical injury, sickness, recovery

Words: 6.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily was quickly learning that Jack Hotchner could talk her into anything. All it would take was a flash of his wide smile, innocence he somehow still maintained despite everything he’d been through pressed into his dimples, and she’d find herself agreeing to whatever he asked of her. It’s how she finds herself watching baseball practice on a Saturday morning, her jacket and the cup of coffee cradled in her hands doing nothing to keep the cold spring air away. She smiles as she watches Aaron do his best to control a bunch of five-year-olds all running wild and barely paying any attention to his instructions. 

It was odd to see him in this environment, to see him lose his ability to be commanding, his undoing apparently a gaggle of kindergarteners who were seemingly determined to do anything but learn how to play baseball.  He’d admitted to her he wasn’t entirely sure about it, that soccer was more his thing, but Haley had started to take Jack to baseball practice during the time they were in hiding - an activity that got them both out of the small apartment they’d been living in. When Aaron had unpacked Jack’s things when he came home, his clothes two sizes bigger than they had been when he’d left, a Little League uniform had been in amongst them. Since then he’d been determined to give his son whatever normality he could, whatever link, no matter how tenuous, to the mother he’d one day forget more about than he’d ever get to remember.

Jack looks over at Emily, waving enthusiastically as he spots her in the small crowd of parents and family. She smiles and unhooks one of her hands around her coffee to wave back. She presses her lips together to try to hide her smile when Aaron looks over too, a habit she was yet to shake in an attempt to contain her happiness in front of the man who was quickly becoming one of her closest friends. He says something to one of the other parents standing near him and he walks over, his hands deep in his pockets as he fails to cover a shiver. 

“You came,” he says, his smile turning into one of relief when she holds up the cup of coffee she’d brought for him, “You’re a lifesaver.” 

She hums, “So I’ve been told,” she quips, “And of course I came, you know I can’t say no to that little boy of yours, Hotch,” she says, and he raises an eyebrow at her, a conversation they’d had more than once written in his amused smile, “Sorry, Aaron.” 

He sips his coffee and looks over his shoulder when he hears Jack calling for him, and he looks back at Emily, “I’ve been summoned - you’re coming for breakfast afterwards?” 

She doesn’t even hesitate before she nods, the thought of more time with both him and Jack enough to make her stomach flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time, “Of course.” 

It seemed that Jack wasn’t the only Hotchner she had difficulty saying no to.

Somewhere along the way, after they’d tipped from simply being colleagues into friends, she found herself starting to feel more for Aaron. It was absurd, silly in a way that she tried to ignore because she absolutely did not want to fall in love with her boss, but increasingly something she could not ignore. When she found him in the hospital months ago, looking broken and smaller than she thought would be possible for a man who had always seemed so broad, it sparked something low in her gut, feelings that were easy to ignore when his life was unravelling around him, when all he needed was a friend. 

She’d made a point of being that friend. She drove him to and from physical therapy appointments, and then work when he insisted on going back. She quietly paid for the hospital bills that his bureau provided insurance did not cover, and wouldn’t accept anything even close to a thank you or an attempt to pay her back when he realised it was her who had done it and not Dave as he’d originally assumed. When Haley died, Emily was his friend then too. She helped with arrangements where he needed help, and even took Jack out shopping to buy the suit he ended up wearing to his mother’s funeral, a small, but devastating, thing she could take off Aaron and Jessica’s plates as they prepared to bury a woman they loved. 

It was much easier to be his friend than it was to admit to herself that she wanted so much more than that. She knew she was heading towards having to make a choice, to figure out what role in his life she could bear to play, if friendship would truly be enough in the long run. She’d played happy families before, had occasionally let herself get lost in the fantasy of it all before reality had reared its ugly head and she’d killed a boy to let him live. 

She’s distracted by the thought of it, the thought of him and Jack and another little boy with blue eyes she’d once fallen in love with, and when someone yells out duck, she doesn’t, leading to her getting hit square in the face with a baseball. 

“Motherfucker.” 

The pain crackles from her nose outwards, and she doesn’t capture the curse that escapes when she cups her face with both of her hands. Her vision blurs as she tries to shake off the pain, and she is just about capable of muttering an apology to the fussing mothers sitting around her as they hustle their children away from her just in case she curses again. 

“Emily?” 

She looks up, groaning when the movement hurts her head even more, and she sees Aaron, with a first aid kit hanging from his hand, and Jack running towards her. In any other circumstances, when she didn’t feel like her nose had been forced back into her skull, she’d find the matching looks of concern on their faces adorable. They end up on either side of her on the bleachers, Jack’s tiny desperate hands on her thigh as he grasps at her jeans, and Aaron’s large, impossibly warm given the cold air, hands on her face. 

“Emily, let me look,” he says, encouraging her to let her hands fall away from her face. He looks at her, the intense concentration on his face that she’d seen countless times at work entirely focused on her. He touches her face so delicately, like she’s made of something fragile, and it makes her suck in a breath, “Sorry if it hurts.” 

“It doesn’t,” she says, chuckling humourlessly when he looks at her curiously, “I mean, it does, but you’re not hurting me.” 

Aaron nods and looks at her again, his concentration returning in full force as he gently tilts her head side to side, “You’re going to have a hell of a bruise, but it doesn’t look broken.” 

“More’s the pity,” she quips, swallowing thickly at the feel of his fingers on her skin, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of loss she feels when he pulls away, “My mom always said I could do with a nose job, it would have been the perfect excuse.” 

He furrows his brow, and for a moment she thinks he’s going to say something, that he’s to about argue with her, but he doesn’t get the chance, cut off by Jack’s insistence as he stands up next to Emily so he’s face to face with them. 

“Daddy, you have to kiss it better.” 

Emily sucks in a laugh, that quickly becomes a wince, at the look on Aaron’s face, the mix of shock and fear making him look nothing short of adorable. She takes pity on him and wraps her arm around Jack to steady him, “It’s okay, sweetie.” 

Jack shakes his head, his little brows furrowed together, “No, he has to. Otherwise, it won’t get better.” 

She presses her lips together and she turns back to look at Aaron, her eyebrow raised in challenge as she hands this over to him to solve. She watches as he battles with himself, a hundred different ways he could deal with this passing across his face in a matter of seconds. 

She isn’t sure if she’s shocked or not when he leans forward, hesitating for only half a second before he kisses the very tip of her nose. It’s like time stops, the warmth of his lips against her skin the only thing she can focus on, a sharp contrast to the chill in the air around them, and it takes everything in her not to shiver. It’s like everything has shifted, like questions she hadn’t known how to ask suddenly had answers to them. He pulls back, his smile apologetic, and she almost reaches out for him, almost wraps her hand around his - their apparent embargo on touching each other beyond a simple hug long gone - and tells him he has nothing to be sorry for, but she’s cut off by Jack.

“There, all better.” 

“Yeah,” she mutters, avoiding Aaron’s gaze because of how he is looking at her, as if his life had shifted too, and she looks at Jack instead, the love and awe shining in his eyes easier to accept than his father’s, “All better.”

___

Aaron didn’t think he’d ever been closer to yelling at, or firing, David Rossi. 

Going undercover had been his suggestion, as had Aaron and Emily posing as a couple as they did so, something frustratingly close to a smirk on his face as he commented that they looked the most believable together. 

The worst part was that Aaron knew he was right and that going undercover was the best way to move forward with the case. They were in a stalemate, and on the clock when it came to another victim being taken from the nightclub the unsub used as his hunting ground, and despite his grumbling over his friend’s suggestion that he went with Emily, Aaron wouldn’t want it any other way. He wouldn’t want her by herself in a situation like that, no matter how much she could handle herself, and he wasn’t sure he could stand back and watch someone else with her either. 

His irritation wasn’t based on having to pose as her partner, but on the fact it was temporary, that he would be allowed to, all too briefly, give into how he felt about her for everyone to see. 

It had happened slowly, crept up on him until he couldn’t remember how it felt to not be in love with her. For a long time, he’d been able to ignore it, to pretend he was overinflating how he felt about her because she was there, because she’d seemed to make it her own personal mission to get him and Jack through the very worst thing they’d ever been through. Then, spurred on by his son and lured in by the smell of Emily’s perfume, vanilla with an undertone of something a little spicy, Aaron kissed her injured nose before he could tell himself all the reasons why it was a bad idea. 

It was like he’d been slammed into, his body still moving with the force of everything he’d pretended he couldn’t and shouldn’t feel for her as she stared at him before turning to look at Jack, the little boy a buffer between the two of them as they tried to recalibrate how they felt. Emily came to breakfast with them as promised and only tried to argue with him once when he insisted that he paid, an apology by way of cups of coffee and pancakes for getting her hurt in the first place. 

He steps out of the precinct bathroom and sighs as Derek and Dave look at him with their arms crossed over their chests, looking him up and down whilst they scrutinise his appearance.

“He still looks too much like an agent.”

He places his hands on his hips and sighs, “I am an agent,” he replies, “And I already took off my tie.” 

“Lose the jacket too,” Emily says from behind them, fussing with the neckline of her dress as they all turn to look at her, “And roll up your sleeves,” she adds, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks up at them, “What?” He has to clear his throat because it suddenly goes dry, the sight of her in a black dress she’d worn once before in front of him, one she’d changed into after she assured him she was okay flirting with the Viper, that she’d dated worse - something he’d never quite stopped thinking about since. She looks beautiful, her hair skipping across her collarbones as she turns her head to look at JJ standing behind her. “Do I have something in my teeth?” 

“No,” Aaron says, talking before he can stop himself, “You look…nice.” 

He curses himself for that being the only thing he can think of saying when Dave barely covers a laugh at his expense, something that dies in his throat when Aaron glares at him. He shrugs off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves as Emily had suggested, and she smiles as he does so, her eyes lingering on his forearms as they are revealed to the room. 

“You too,” she replies, pressing her lips together and clearing her throat, “Shall we get going?” 

He nods, but he’s stopped when Derek hums, his smile teasing as they both look over at them, “I don’t know, I don’t buy it.” 

Emily sighs, her arms crossed over her chest, “Don’t buy what?” 

“You two,” he says, pointing back and forth between them, “I don’t know if I see you as a couple.” 

Dave hums, not put off by the way Emily and Aaron both glare at him, and he nods in agreement, enjoying their discomfort, “He’s right. I think we need to see it.” 

Emily scoffs, “See what?” 

“You two acting like a couple.” 

Aaron is about to reprimand them, to put a stop to their teasing because he doesn’t want Emily to feel uncomfortable, but she’s next to him before he says anything, her arm linked through his before she hugs his arm to her chest, a sarcastic smile spreading across her face as she tilts her head at them. 

“Is that good enough?” She asks dryly, squeezing Aaron’s arm in a way he knows is for him, not for them and the game they are playing. It’s an attempt to comfort him, something Haley had done countless times before it all fell apart. Care and affection pressed from her fingers to his bare forearm, her skin impossibly soft against his. 

Derek shakes his head, taking one more step, toeing the line of irritating them playfully and actually pissing them off, “Still not sure.” 

Emily scoffs and she rolls her eyes before she pulls away from Aaron just enough to look at him, smiling apologetically before she leans in to kiss his cheek. Her lips are warm and soft, and the brief moment they are pressed against him are not nearly enough. She gasps loudly enough for just him to hear, her breath skipping across his skin, and he turns his head to look at her, his nose briefly skimming across hers before she pulls away. 

“There,” she says, swallowing thickly as she rubs her thumb over where she’d kissed him, buffing away lipstick she’d left in her wake, a temporary tattoo of everything they’d never spoken about rubbed from his skin. She clears her throat and looks over to Dave and Derek, sounding more sure than she looks as they stare at them both slightly wide eyed, as if something that just clicked into place for them both, “Is that good enough?” 

Dave and Derek nod in unison, and the former smirks, his eyes shining with mischief as his eyes meet Aaron’s, “Definitely.” 

Emily lets go of Aaron, stepping away just enough to smile at him, “We should go, the unsub won’t wait for us.” 

He nods, clearing his throat, grateful when his voice doesn’t shake, “Let’s go.” 

___

She thinks she should be in more pain. 

She knows she’s loaded up on painkillers - the haziness in her head is enough to tell her that - but she still thinks it should hurt more. She almost wants it to, wants to feel the pain she’s sure she deserves to feel so she can distract herself from the fact her funeral had happened just a few hours ago. 

She wondered what it meant that part of her wished she had died, that her friends, her family, really were burying her and not a coffin filled with sandbags to match her weight. If she was dead, it would all be over. The pain would be gone, and so would everything else. She wouldn’t be stuck in a bed, every movement a lance to her abdomen, and she wouldn’t be faced with what felt like insurmountable physical therapy. She wouldn’t be waiting on getting just well enough that she could be put on a plane to god knows where, another city in the world tainted by Ian Doyle and the life she’d had with him, the life she’d never entirely been able to outrun. 

She knew the team wouldn’t stop looking for him, that they’d hunt him to the ends of the earth even though she was dead to most of them. Revenge and a thirst for justice the only things they thought they had left to give her. 

There’s a knock on the door to her room, and she knows it’s Aaron before he opens it. Not only because he’s one of only a small handful of people who knows she’s alive, but because it was so like him to show up today of all days. He smiles at her as he walks in, and she wants to hate him for the sympathy chiselled into his features. If there was one person who she trusted to see her like this, barely able to move and attached to more machines than she thought possible, it would be him. 

He knew what it was like to be torn apart and sewn back together and not know if you even wanted to be. 

“Hi,” he says, his voice low and quiet in a way he only usually used on Jack. 

“Hi,” she replies as he sits on the chair next to her bed. He looks smart, wearing the suit he’d worn to Haley’s funeral too, and it makes her ache, everything she’d never been brave enough to say bitter on her tongue. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks, his sad smile the only acknowledgement that it was a silly question. 

She hums, her lips turning up into a smile she hopes he doesn’t see through, “Would it be in bad taste if I said ‘like death?’”

He laughs, a sound she thinks she’d fallen in love with before she fell in love with him. It was at odds with the rest of him, loud and bold and almost goofy, and it was the first thing that showed her he was just as human as the rest of them. 

“Yes,” he replies, reaching over and placing his hand over hers, gently linking their fingers together without thought, “It would be.” 

She smiles, but it fades, and she tries to hold his hand but can’t find the strength, “How was it?” 

She almost regrets asking the moment she does, the pain that knits his brows together somehow more painful to bear than Ian’s stake had been, but then he smiles softly at her, a look in his eyes that she won’t allow herself to name here. 

“It was…fine,” he says, squeezing her hand again, his thumb running back and forth over the heel of it, “Garcia’s fascinator was outstanding.” 

She laughs at that and then groans, pain licking through her from her abdomen outwards, cracking her ribs as it flows through her. She gasps, but even breathing hurts, and everything other than the pain fades away. 

Then she hears his voice, gentle reassurances as he tells her it’s okay. She thinks he might call her sweetheart and kiss her knuckles, but she isn’t sure - the line between what was real and what her brain was doing to protect her thinner than ever. Eventually, it gets easier to breathe, and he looks wrung out when she looks at him, and she can’t stop the tears that gather in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says, kissing her knuckles again, letting her know he had done it a few minutes ago, the sensation strangely familiar even if she didn’t really remember it, “Do you want me to go?” 

She shakes her head fiercer than she thought she’d be capable of, “No,” she says, “Please stay. For a while. Unless you need to get home.” 

She knew she’d be sent away soon, that these visits from him would stop the moment she was, and she wanted to store away as much of him as she could so she could remember how it felt to hold his hand when she was gone. 

“Okay,” he assures her, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” 

She doesn’t tell him that she wants him to stay forever, so she nods instead, “The nurse will kick you out eventually,” she says, casting a glance at the door to her room, “She’d give Nurse Ratched a run for her money.” 

“Then I’ll stay until she makes me leave,” he assures her, squeezing her hand when she tries and fails to squeeze his, happy to be her strength despite there being so much left unsaid between the two of them, “We will get him, Em,” he says, “And we’ll get you home.” 

She wants to believe him so much that it burns, makes tears push at the back of her eyes and she nods, even though she isn’t sure she agrees. 

“Yeah,” she says, “We’ll get him.”

___

She’s worried when he doesn’t show up for work. 

She knows she’s overthinking it, that the terror that had followed her everywhere in Paris, that had lingered in every shadow and followed her home was making her skittish. But it isn’t like him, and it reminds her a little too much of the last time he seemingly disappeared without a trace. She’s strangely proud of herself for making it to lunchtime before she goes to his place, one too many unanswered texts sparking against the already present anxiety in her gut, letting it catch fire and spread through her veins. If the rest of the team thinks anything of it, they don’t say anything, and she’s grateful for it as she walks out of the office uninterrupted. 

Emily lets herself into his apartment - this time because she has a key, not because the door has been left open by a man who had tried to destroy him - and instead of finding a pool of blood on the floor she finds Aaron curled up on the couch, used tissues and half-open packets of flu medicine on the coffee table in front of him. The relief is brief, all too fleeting because he doesn’t flinch when she closes the door behind her. She almost trips over her own feet to make it to his side, hitting the floor with a crack in her knees that she hears but doesn’t feel as she touches his forehead, the temperature of his skin making her wince. 

“Aaron,” she says, running her hand down his cheek and then to his neck, desperately trying to wake him up. He was always warm. Every time they’d hugged, or on the odd occasion they’d held hands or taken turns to stamp their lips against a cheek or a knuckle, she’d always enjoyed his warmth. It drew her in, like a moth to a flame, something deeply comforting about just being near him. This was different - he was hot, his t-shirt sticking to him with sweat, and she knew she needed to get his temperature down. She shakes his shoulder, the time to be delicate already behind her, and she curses herself for not coming here this morning, “Aaron.”

His head hurts as he wakes up, a grumble coming from somewhere deep inside his chest, and he opens his eyes, “Emily?” 

“Yeah,” she says, pushing his hair from his forehead, “It’s me. You didn’t come to work. I was worried.” 

“Sorry,” he mutters, blinking heavily, the room spinning around her, “I meant to call. Think I fell asleep.” 

She chuckles and it shudders out of her, “I think you did too. Is Jack here?” 

He shakes his head as he lets her guide him so he’s sitting up, most of his weight against her side as she sits next to him, “Jess took him this morning.”

“Good,” she says, pleased she only has one Hotchner to contend with when he was this sick, “That’s good. We need to get your temperature down.” 

He shakes his head, “I’m okay.” 

She places her hand on his cheek, “No, you’re not. I’ll get you some water so you can take some meds, and if they don’t work we’ll need to get you into a lukewarm shower.” 

He chuckles, his eyes dazed as they meet hers, “I knew you’ve always been looking for a reason to get me out of my pants.” 

She laughs despite herself and she shakes her head at him, knowing he wouldn’t come close to saying anything like that if he wasn’t delirious with fever, “Well, you should know better than to deny a lady what she wants,” she jokes, and she pats his cheek, “I’ll be back in a second, okay?” 

She successfully convinces him to take the medication, and he quickly falls back asleep, his head in her lap as he traps her in place - as if she’d ever consider leaving him in this state. She texts Dave to let him know Aaron is sick and that she is looking after him, and she turns on the TV, keeping the volume low even though she’s sure a marching band could tear through Aaron’s living room and he wouldn’t even flinch. 

She finds herself running her fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp, doing whatever she can to comfort him even in sleep. She doesn’t know how much time has passed when he twitches in her lap, his grip around her waist tightening. 

“No.” 

She furrows her brow at the way he gasps, and she does her best to look down at him, but he’s still asleep, his forehead shining with sweat as he frowns at something she cannot see, “Aaron-”

“You can’t hurt her.” 

“Aaron,” she says firmly, and his eyes open, but she knows it isn’t just her that he’s seeing, that he’s still in the grip of a nightmare brought on by his fever. 

“Emily, it isn’t safe,” he babbles, and she helps him sit up, her hands tight in the material of his t-shirt on his shoulders, “Need to make you safe.”

“Aaron,” she says, repeating his name in the hopes that it will calm him. She stands up and somehow lifts him with her, most of his weight against her side as she encourages him to move, “It’s okay, you have a fever. We’re safe.” 

“Need to keep you safe.” 

She doesn’t know what he’s seeing, if it’s Foyet, or Ian or both of them, and the only reason she doesn’t cry is because she knows it wouldn’t help anything right now. She gets him into the shower and turns it on, not thinking about her clothes or his as she gets him under the stream of lukewarm water. He’s holding her so tightly that as he slips down the wall she has no choice but to follow, holding his head against her chest, his eyes level with the brand mark hidden by her sodden shirt, and she kisses his forehead. 

“You’re okay, honey,” she whispers against his wet skin, the stream from the shower making her hair stick to his and her skin at the same time. She doesn’t care, doesn’t care that her clothes are sticking to her in a way that would usually make her cringe, all she cares about is him and making sure he’s okay. She kisses his forehead again and closes her eyes, finally letting the tears slip free, mixing in with the water falling around them, “I’m right here.” 

“Need you to be safe,” he says, his chin chattering even though he’s still burning up, “Can’t lose you too.”

She screws her eyes shut and buries her face in his hair, guilt making her shiver in a way the cold water lashing down on her hadn’t, “You won’t lose me, Aaron,” she promises him, “I’m right here.” 

Eventually, his fever passes, and when he’s lucid again he asks her why they are in his shower in their clothes. He gives her sweats and a sweater of his to change into, and neither one of them talks about it when they wake up hours later curled up in his bed.

___

He’s so nervous, it feels ridiculous. 

He didn’t remember being this nervous when he asked Haley out back in high school, although she always used to claim she asked him out. It had been a playful joke between them, both of them rewriting that early part of their relationship when they were both young and unburdened by everything life had in store for them. 

This felt different. He loved Haley, of course, he had, and he still did and always would, but this was Emily. She was his best friend, his confidant, and he didn’t have to imagine what it would feel like to lose her. Standing over her grave, even though he knew it was empty, had been just as hard as standing over Haley’s. The same feeling of guilt and shame that he hadn’t been able to save her wrapped around his throat as he struggled to breathe. It was a feeling that had made him go to Pakistan, to leave the city haunted by the two women he loved, memories with either one of them painted into every corner.

He’d watched Emily struggle since she came back, seen how she’d desperately tried to fit into a life she wasn’t sure she belonged in anymore, a square piece for a round hole, and at first he’d tried to stand back, to let her help herself, but it proved useless. He’d tried to approach it as her boss initially, something that had felt wrong even as he’d done it, desperate to appeal to the part of her that knew she was going about her recovery all wrong. She promised to come to him on her bad days, and she did, and it felt like a step back towards where they’d once been. 

Then, she’d come to his place and found him delirious with the flu, and they’d take big leaping bounds back to where they’d been before Ian Doyle had torn through their lives. It was suddenly as if no time had passed, as if they were back on the precipice of something and she was letting him in. Would let him see the parts of her he thought he’d buried in her otherwise empty casket, slotted amongst sandbags he’d loaded into it himself, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like they might finally get what they both deserved. 

He works up the nerve to ask her on a date, a real one with just the two of them at a nice restaurant and a bunch of flowers he’d already started thinking about, and the last thing he needs to do is just ask. Dave keeps telling him to not put it off any longer, that the only two people who didn’t seem to know they were heads over heels for each other were the two of them, but he takes everything his friend says with a pinch of salt. He knew Dave had the next couple of weeks in the office pool for when Aaron and Emily would officially go on a date because Spencer had accidentally copied him in on the email. 

He hears Jack’s bedroom door open and then close followed by Emily’s footsteps down the hall, her smile wide as she appears in the living room, “He scammed a second story out of me before he fell asleep,” she says, sitting back down on the couch next to him with a thud, reaching out for her glass of wine, “That son of yours could talk me into anything.” 

He chuckles, “Thanks for doing bedtime, you didn’t have to do that.” 

She shrugs as if it was nothing, as if the love she had for his son wasn’t everything, and sips her wine, “I wanted to,” she says, reaching for the remote, “Now he’s in bed, how about we watch a movie that isn’t animated.” 

He watches her flick through the channels, her feet tucked under her on his couch, drinking a wine he’d bought with her in mind, and she looks so deliciously domestic, so at home in his home, that it leaves him dumbstruck. He’s seen her in all kinds of situations, in sharp suits and beautiful dresses, but he thinks this - in a pair of leggings and a sweater she never gave back to him after she forced him into a shower to lower his fever - is the most beautiful she’s ever been. 

“Aaron?” She says, her smile curious, and he shakes his head, physically clearing himself of everything he’d been thinking of, his smile tight as she raises an eyebrow at him, “Are you-”

“Will you go to dinner with me?” He asks, the invite slipping free from his tongue before he can stop it, all the planning he’d done for this moment gone in an instant, swept away by the flutter of her eyelashes as she blinks wordlessly at him. 

“Dinner?” She chokes out, the remote abandoned between them now, and he can’t read her expression, all of his training and experience worth nothing in what felt like one of the most important moments of his life.

“Yes, dinner,” he replies, swallowing thickly, “Like a date.” 

She presses her lips together, and he thinks it's to stop herself from laughing at him, “‘Like a date?’ or an actual date.” 

“An actual date,” he says, his throat dry, because of course, she wouldn’t make it easy on him. But then she’s smiling, the room brighter because of it, and she shifts closer to him, her knee knocking against his thigh. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

The relief is overwhelming, his chest collapsing in on itself with the weight of it, “Is that as yes?” 

She nods, her eyes shining up at him, “Yes. Of course, it’s a yes.” 

For a moment, he thinks he’s going to kiss her, to finally bridge that gap, but he doesn’t. He stamps his lips against her cheek instead and hovers there for a moment, breathing her in before he pulls back, “It’s a date.” 

She does laugh at him this time, her fingers pressed against the spot where he’d kissed her, her other hand tight around her wine glass to stop herself from pushing forward and kissing him, happy to let him take the lead. 

“It’s a date.” 

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She worried that the date would be awkward, that after everything they wouldn’t know how to be around each other as they transitioned from friends to more. 

She knew the second he showed up at her place, a bunch of cat-friendly flowers in hand, that she didn’t need to have worried. He wears a suit she’s seen him in countless times before with a tie she bought him several Christmases ago, and she wears a dress she bought especially for the evening. They don’t have to get to know each other over dinner, they already know each other as well as two people could. It’s just like any other dinner they’d shared, but they hold hands over the table and she doesn’t argue with him over the bill because she knows how important this is to him. 

When he walks her to her apartment, she makes a point of moving slowly, not wanting the night to end but unsure for the first time all evening what his next move would be. She smiles at him as she turns to look at him whilst she fishes her keys out of her purse, their faces close enough that she can feel his breath skip across her skin. 

“Do you want to come in?” She asks, and he squeezes her hip as he nods, fire burning all the way up into her chest because of the reverence of his touch, “We can have a nightcap.” 

He nods again and she unlocks the door, chuckling when Sergio immediately circles her legs, meowing in disdain when he sees she has company. 

“Sorry, Serg,” she says, leaning down to pick him up. She cradles him like he’s a baby and scratches between his ears, smiling up at Aaron as she says the next part, “But we talked about this, you’re not the only guy in my life anymore.” 

Sergio meows again and scrambles out of her arms, hitting the floor with a graceful thud before he runs off into the apartment, clearly not wanting any part of the rest of their evening. 

“Are you sure he won’t mind sharing?” Aaron jokes, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walk towards her kitchen, and she chuckles.

“He’ll get used to it,” she says, pressing her lips together as her eyes flick to his. She’d kissed him so many times, and he’d kissed her, but never properly. She worried she’d built it up too much now, that it could never live up to what she’d imagined since that first time he kissed the tip of her nose on a cold Saturday morning. She meets his eyes and clears her throat, “Wine or scotch?” 

“Dealers choice,” he replies, and she chuckles, slipping past him, her hands against her chest as she goes.

“I’ve got a nice bottle that Dave bought me a while ago,” she says, smirking as their eyes meet, “He said to keep it for a special occasion.”

Aaron hums and leans against her kitchen counter, “I have the same one from him. Do you think his cellar is full of it, or that he has stock in that particular brand?” 

She chuckles as she pours them both a glass, “I think it might be both,” she quips, walking over to him and handing him his drink, “Here you go.” 

The air crackles with the tension between them, and he smiles as he clinks his glass against hers, “Cheers.” 

She nods and clears her throat, “Cheers.” 

It’s a flash of bravery he doesn’t fully understand that makes him lean forward the moment she swallows a sip of the scotch. He presses his lips against hers, tasting the malty liquor against her skin, and it’s immediately spoiled for him - because expensive bottle or not, he knows it could never possibly taste as good as it does on her. She hums into the kiss, blindly putting her drink down on the counter as she wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer, her fingers trailing through his hair as he abandons his drink too, his hands on her back as he anchors her to him. It’s everything she always knew it would be and more, like he’s scattering her into a million pieces and pulling her back together all at once, and she wonders if this is what a simple kiss is like what else they have to come. 

She doesn’t want it to end, doesn’t want what she knows will be her last first kiss to stop, but the need to breathe overwhelms everything else, and she pulls back, her forehead against his as she sucks in a breath, her tongue chasing the taste of him on her lips. 

“That was…” she says, the first to speak out of the two of them but unable to finish a sentence. She huffs out a laugh across his cheek, “We should have done that a long time ago.” 

He laughs and nods, his forehead knocking against hers before he pulls back to look at her, tucking her hair behind her ear as he smiles at her, “Maybe. But at least we’ve done it now,” he says, leaning forward to stamp his lips against hers, a quick thing, another first, and he pulls back, “And we have forever to catch up.” 

She kisses him, unable to stop herself now she’d started, a new addiction she knew she’d never get enough of. There would be plenty of kisses to come - happy, angry, hopeful, sad, comforting and everything in between - but every one of them full of the love neither of them had confessed to yet, but that both of them knew lingered in the air around them and the way they were touching each other. 

“Well,” she says, tugging gently on a tie she’d once agonised over for hours before she kisses his lower lip, smiling up at him as she pulls back just enough to speak, “We’d better get started.” 

[shira-cosmic-star]

Little things to love. Jabberwock HC

(This was ordinally supposed to be a different HC. Then I got sidetracked and came up with this one. I promise I'm working on the Wish Me Mell pt 2. It'll be posted some time tomorrow. Thank you kindly for your patience.)

Warning: Nothing but fluffy, GNreader

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Haru: 

Mc headed over to Jabberwock to assist with the animals. It was a long week and maybe this will cheer them up? They’ve always enjoyed spending time with the boys and Peekaboo.  After making your way through the entrance. MC see a wide grassy field. So far there wasn’t any signs of animals or ghouls nearby. Just a straightforward path to the dorm. As MC walked on the side walk, they looked around deep far into the distance. 

“Gahahha! Watch out!!” MC heard a voice behind them. As soon as they turned around Mc see a goat like anomaly, running towards them. Panic begins to set in. 

‘Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! What should I do!?’ They sway left and then right. Unsure which direction to go.  

“BAM” 

“Ow” They cried as the goat ran straight into them and slammed its head into theirs. Haru quickly runs over to them and helps Mc up. 

“Gah! Are you okay MC?” He questioned after seeing what the goat did. MC had their hand on their forehead. Once he removed their hand to take a look. There was a knot on their head. 

“Is it bad?” He looks into their eyes. 

“No, no, no! Nothing an ice pack can’t fix!” He stated cheerfully. Haru takes their hand gentle and guide them to the dorm. In the dorm Ren was sitting on the couch watching YouTube. After hearing the door creek open. Ren looks up from his phone. 

“What happened to you?” While he raised one of his brows, he asked. 

Not fully wanting to admit what just happened. MC pouted and removed their hand from their forehead. 

“Eh? Yeesh.” Haru had come back in the room and handed MC an ice pack. Once they have placed it on themselves , he hummed to himself. “MC, why didn’t you move out the way?” His voice carried with concern. 

“I-I was going to, but I panicked and I-I didn’t know where it was heading...” MC explained their thought process. They stumble with their words as they feel the rush of embarrassment forming on her face. He chuckled and patted her back. “Hey it’s all okay. It could’ve been worse.” He explained to MC in a tempt to cheer them up. MC smiled and nodded their head. 

“Yeah! I could have broken a nose or busted my head!” MC spoke with a cheerful voice and good attitude. Haru loved this about MC. He stands up straight with both hands on his hips. “That’s the spirit! Gahahah!!” His laugh rings throughout the dorm and They joined him. 

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Towa 

Upon, MC’s arrival. They have offered Towa a dandelion. Which to their surprise, Towa eats it before they could say anything. From that day on. He had taken a liking to MC. Though he isn’t much of a talker. He still listens and communicate the best that he can. Towa would nod his head, yes or no while he makes little sounds. Mc is able to tell by the tone of Towa’s hums whether he is saying ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ 

Right now, both of them are sitting on the hill watching the sunset. Mc would do most of the talking. Meanwhile, Towa would listen. He enjoys hearing all of her stories. Rather they were happy, sad, silly, or scary. Though, the one thing he loves the most. Would be how caring and mind she is. She would often stop by with homemade lunches for all of them. Making sure that each of them had at least a healthy full meal. Mc would even take care of peekaboo, while Haru and Towa was out. Often when Mc makes the meals. She would make sure Towa’s was perfect. Favoritism? Probably. She spends a lot of time with him. So why not put a lot of effort into making his meals? Mc had learned which flowers he likes to eat. Some flowers he would eat. While others he likes to smell and admire. 

Towa also loves to cuddle with her. He would sit her, right between his legs and hold her to his chest. Recently, Mc has been with the other ghouls and helping them out. This makes Towa extremely upset, he misses her so much. So, now they are both cuddling was they watch the sunset. When it starts to get dark outside. Towa tells her how much he enjoys being around her. So much that he wishes it never ends. He will always be grateful for the things Mc do. Not only for him, but Haru too. 

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Ren: 

Ren was working at the Mystery Diner this evening. He had messaged MC about joining him. They were planning on watching horror movies and playing video games together. But unfortunately, MC wasn’t available that night. They were off on another mission with the other ghouls from another dorm. Recently MC has been cancelling the hangouts due to the missions. Ren sighs heavily, he knows deep down they don’t mean to cancel on him. Yet, he couldn’t help, but miss their present.  

Shortly after the mission, MC had gone to the school store to find something that Ren might like. They went from alle to alle. They couldn’t find anything there. Disappointed, they sighed. Then and idea came to mind. They decided to make him a gift. ‘Maybe that will cheer him up? Hopefully this isn’t cheesy or makes things weird...’ Alongside of some snacks he might like. This took them a few days to make his a cute sorry gift. They have messaged him, asking if he was either at the dorm or at the diner. He had clarified that he was at the dorm. Shortly, MC walking into the dorm. Ren wasn’t in the lobby, nor was he in the kitchen. That could only mean one thing. He was in his room.  

‘Knock Knock’ MC hits their knuckle on the door. Ren opens the door to see who it was. They had their hands behind their back. Standing in front of him was MC. Looking guilty like a child who had done something wrong. “Oh hey” He was the first to speak. Ren opens the door wider and lets them in. Mc sits down on the edge of his bed and took a deep breath. 

“Ren, I’m so sorry for cancelling the past few hangouts. To make it up to you. I’ve made you this. They showed him the basket of horror movies, his favorite snacks, and cute little items that reminded MC of him. There was a shark key chain. A small plushie of his favor horror movie character, and a note for him.  

“Don’t read the note yet. I rather you read it when I leave. I’m truly sorry Ren, I hope you can forgive me.”  

Ren’s heart beats faster and louder. His ears red as his cheeks. He was speechless, how on earth is he able to talk now? He can’t even look them in the eyes. His fists balled up from his anxiety. He takes in a deep breath. Looks them in the eyes and spoke. 

“You didn’t need to all this, but thanks.” At the end of his sentence. He looked away extremely bashful. With his hand rubbing the back of his head. MC knew that all was forgiving. Ren have asked them if they wanted to stay and watched the movies with him and share the snacks. Both of them hearts swells with a certain feeling. Who knows where things will lead in the future. 

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Hello :) Carl x F!Greene!Reader, Reader and Carl had been pining for each other since they met at the farm but they haven't had a chance to talk about it TO CONFESS so basically more than friends but no label. Back in s5e15 Carl chases Enid when he spots her climbing over the wall. And in the tree scene where they almost kissed, Reader somehow spots them(was on a walk to relieve stress) I am such a sucker for ANGST. You have full reign of how the story will go! Ty v much :))

Little Pleasures.

info: S5Carl x Greene! Reader, technically no pronouns used but u can fill that in mentally, kids being stupid.

summary: You catch Carl and Enid sharing an intimate moment, and can no longer repress your feelings for the Grimes’ boy. Luckily, he intends on making it right.

this was soooo cute to write!!! plss send more request i loved doing this!

You’ve learnt to enjoy the little things in life.

Seeing your sister, Maggie, happy with Glenn filled you with joy. Carol would sometimes bring over cookies, and promised to teach you the recipe. Once Daryl found an old music box while on a supply run, and brought it back for you.

But your favourite little pleasure? Well, that was easily Carl Grimes.

Whenever you were sad, he’d notice, and let you read his comics. He was perceptive like that, and could sense your emotions from a mile away. Maybe he, too, felt this deep sense of sadness, an ache that never went away.

After the death of your father and sister, that ache became all consuming. Some days you couldn’t bare to get up, and yet those where the days Carl turned up, standing on your porch. Throwing stones at your window.

Once again, it was these little things that made life worthwhile. You liked to think that Carl enjoyed your company as much you did his.

Sure, back at the prison Beth had egged you to make a move on him, as it was no denying how the sheriff’s boy made your heart sore. Back then, it was a silly little crush, one you’d indulge in just to pass the time. But now it was impractical. Seeing everybody you loved perish numbed you, and growing attached to Carl would only result in further turmoil.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

So why did seeing Carl with Enid hurt so much?

Whenever you were particularly sad, a walk seemed to help. Except for now, crouched behind a bush watching Carl and Enid hiding in a tree, their faces inches away. It made you feel sick.

Why was he with her? Did she have something you didn’t? Was she prettier? Could understand his comics better?

Your mind ran rampage, the embarrassing feeling of hot tears spilling into your cheeks. This was pathetic. You’d sworn that Carl meant nothing to you, and yet you couldn’t handle seeing him with someone else.

In a hurry, you took off, scurrying back to Alexandria. No more walks. No more going outside. No more little pleasures.

That was until late at night, when the familiar tapping on your window returned.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

“Stop it!” You shout, moving to pry your window open just before Carl can throw another stone. It makes your insides feel warm and fuzzy, the sight of him standing there, hair messy under his hat. You’d missed him.

“Will you come down?” He asks in a plea, speaking in this whisper-shout in an attempt not to wake the whole neighbourhood. “I haven’t seen you all day. Thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”

Your jaw clenches, wanting nothing more than to banish him from your sight. “Maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.”

It was harsh, childish venom dripping from your tone as you slam the window shut, the harsh action vibrating against the wall. Sniffling, wiping messily at your eyes, you sat back down on your bed.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

You groan into your pillow, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs against the bedding. Why won’t he give up?

At your lack of response, there’s silence. It sounds like Carl’s gone home. Good. Now you can avoid him all day, all night, and never have to see him that close to Enid again. She can have him.

Only a few minutes later there’s a knocking at your door. You tilt your head out of the pillow, looking across the room. However, before you can give permission, the door is opening, revealing Carl once more.

“I said I didn’t want to talk to you!” You scold him, and in a fit of aggression, throw your pillow over at the boy.

He catches it seamlessly, throwing it into the bed as he approaches you. “Why the hell not? I got a new edition of Hawkeye. Thought you’d want to read it.”

“Why don’t you read it with Enid?” You mumble, turning away from him to face the opposite wall. This all seems so childish and stupid, the exact thing you wanted to avoid by distancing yourself from Carl.

There’s a beat of silence.

The bed dips slightly, a warm presence filling the space next to you. It takes everything within your power not to look at him.

“Enid doesn’t like comics,” Carl tells you, his voice quiet and sincere, like he can sense how upset you are no matter how irrational. “I wanted to see you today. But you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You roll your eyes, and with one motion, fall back onto your bed with a huff. “I thought I didn’t want to be near you. Incase… I started enjoying it too much.”

You’re met with silence again, like an indication to continue. At least, that’s how you take it.

“Something bad’s gonna happen, Carl. It always does. And I don’t want… to be too sad, when you get hurt. Or when I get hurt.”

There’s a gentle thud as Carl falls back onto the bed, laying next to you over the covers. You don’t look at him, but he’s looking at you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, “It’s okay to be scared… but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do things that make you happy.”

You don’t respond, too embarrassed to admit the feelings that have been eating you up inside. The words you can’t seem to push past your lips, no matter how hard you try.

Luckily, Carl does it for you.

“Do I make you happy?”

It’s an innocent question, yet makes your face flush red, ashamed that he’s been able to pick you apart so easily. If your reaction wasn’t obvious enough, you meekly nod in confirmation.

If you were facing Carl, you’d see the smile that spread across his face.

“You make me happy, too. More than you could understand.” He tells you, an admission that warms your heart.

Finally, you look over at him, and find that Carl is closer than you anticipated. He’s taken his hat off, resting further on the bed, brown hair messily splashed out on the sheets.

A smile of your own makes its way onto your face, feeling understood in a way that’s become so foreign. This couldn’t get any better.

Until it did.

“Can I… kiss you?” Carl asks, an innocent request that reignites that fire within you, the one you’ve been ignoring for so long.

When you speak, it comes out in a nervous whisper, “Please.”

For the first time in months, you’ve found something that truely makes you happy. A little pleasure above all.

The way Carl gently places his lips on yours, hands cupping your face like it were made from porcelain, that you may shatter under his fingers. He’s nervous, but that’s okay. You’re nervous, too.

You could definitely get used to this.

[sunsetpossum]

Right Girl Wrong Time

(I've been obsessed w/ this song lately & haven't written in years but I need to write smth w this song) =͟͟͞★ ✩*.ﾟ ⋰˚☆ ⋆˖

johnnie guillbert - right girl wrong time.♡ pls give it a listen while reading! it's sososo good :]

Pairing: heeseung x reader

Genre: situationship to ??? to relationship

Warning: fluff/angst, yearning, jealousy, established situationship, ??breaking up??, use of alcohol, drunken arguments

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Heeseung is so deeply in love with you... and that scares the fuck out of him. He's had a few flings here and there.. but they always sizzle out and they're gone before he goes all in and commits with them.

But with you? omg his whole world changes. He's ready to risk it all. The past few months of all the fun dates, the moments you two cuddle up together on the couch or bed, all of the take out dinners & watching movies, casual dates, going on walks hand in hand, playing silly games, you were just too good to be true.

He can barely stomach the feelings you've given him. You're perfect in his eyes, such a beautiful person in and out. Kind, funny, tooth achingly sweet, vulnerable, bringing out the type of vulnerability out of him he's shoved deep, deep down... maybe you could be the one?

Lazily laid in each others arms while the tv has some random movie you both picked to put on for background sound as you two laid comfortably in each other's company. He catches himself observing your beautiful features...

Hee sees your eyebrows furrow, you could feel him staring at you, looking at him, chuckling, "what?" He smiled lightly brushing his fingers through your hair, "what are you looking at me like that for, Hee?"

He smiles and mumbles, "oh nothing..." he sighs, "you're just too good to be true..." your cheeks heat up at the sudden comment and smile at him. "w-what do you mean?" Hee smiles and lightly brushes the stray hairs out of your face, lightly tracing over your jawline, looking at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky.

Hee lightly shakes his head, cupping your face gently, leaning in and kissing you deeply, pouring all his feelings into that kiss, pulling apart a couple centimeters from your own lips, "i think i love you..." Your eyes shot open, blink once or twice, 'did he just say that?? OMG. OMG?? maybe you didn't hear him right??' You're shocked, do you feel the same way? Your eyes wide looking at him with your mouth opening and closing, your words were stuck in your throat.

'uhhhh NOW! would be a good time to say something! Why can't you speak? Words. Say words, y/n. Say. Something. Anything. ANYTHINGG!!'

Hee can feel his heart strain as more seconds passed. 'omg did i overstep?? does she not feel the same way as I do? omg.. of course the one time I'm ready.. maybe she's not ready? Did I come off too strong? Maybe she didn't want anything serious? We never really talked about it...' Hee looks back and forth in your eyes urgently, as these horrible thoughts flooded his mind, searching for an ounce of reciprocation. begging, pleading for ANYTHING. Heeseung can feel his heart building the walls back up. The ones you so easily broke down without any effort with your beautiful laugh and sweet smile.

Heeseung slowly pulled back, sitting up, putting some distance between you two, his hands dropping to his lap. His heart physically started to hurt, he spat out quickly, "heh. Umm... I-I'm sorry for saying that. That was too much, huh? I'm... just gonna go... Bye." As he got up, quickly scrambled up his things and headed out the door before you could even process what was happening. You stared at the door in shock. It took a good full minute before your brain screamed and signaled to your legs to get up and run after him. 'What are you doing?! Go after him Y/N!!! Goddamnit. Why couldn't you say anything?!!'

You fumbled with the front door's doorknob, frustratingly opening the door, running down your apartment hallways, yelling out, "Wait!! Heeseung!! Come back!!" Running all the way down to the lobby, you looked everywhere. Heeseung was nowhere in sight. He was already gone. You patted your pockets. goddamnit. You turned around and pushing your aching muscles to run faster, sped back up the stairs to your apartment, slamming open the door, flying to your room for your phone. Shakily tapping on your screen to find his contact to call him.

Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... *The number you dialed is not in service.* You huffed, hitting the call button again. This time it went,

Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... Ring... "C'mon!! Heeseung please..." You paced around your living room, panting from running up 3 floors in record breaking time, listening to this stupid incessant ringing, peaking out the windows to see if you can see him walking down the street. (You lived on the 3rd floor.)

"God why the fuck couldn't I say ANYTHING BACK TO HIM!?! Fuckfuckfuck"

*The number you dialed is not in service.*

You tightly gripped your phone before throwing it at the floor, panting as you dropped to your knees, eyes beginning to sting, frustrated tears brimming your eyes, now your heart is feeling though as it was shattering in real time.

A week passed, you called Heeseung about a dozen or more times a day. Leaving texts trying to explain why you froze up but everything was just left on delivered.

Heeseung, I'm sorry.

Please

Can we talk??

Please?

Hello?

I'm really sorry.

Can you please answer the phone?

At least respond so ik you're alive...

Every call was sent straight to voicemail. A couple calls giving you hope as the phone rang but that last string of hope getting shot straight down as it was the same godforsaken voicemail message.

*The number you dialed is not in service.*

*The number you dialed is not in service.*

*The number you dialed is not in service.*

*The number you dialed is not in service.*

┈──┈ ˖˚⊹ ⋆ ♡ ⋆ ⊹˚˖ ┈──┈

After Heeseung walked out of your place, finally a few blocks away from your apartment. He leaned against a wall of a building, body folded over to put his hands on his knees, heavily panting, his chest felt as it was set ablaze, burning, heart straining, pounding intensely, it felt as his heart was smashed into a hundred pieces and handed back to him.

'why didn't she say anything?'

He felt his phone buzzing nonstop. He couldn't even bring himself to look at his phone, knowing it was you, he turned all your notifications on mute. The damage was already done. What more could you want. He was heartbroken. Wondering around this area. What's a better way to fix a broken heart at this time?

He called up Jay. He was a rational thinker, gives good support and most importantly, he's a good listener. He'd be down to drink with him as he told him everything. Heeseung found a place and texted Jay the address as he waited for him to arrive, getting a headstart.

Probably wasn't the smartest decision because by the time Jay arrived, Heeseung was on the fence of tipsy and drunk. Jay sighed and smiled at him, giving him a hug. "Hey. What happened, man?"

Heeseung turned around and took another shot of soju, winced as it went down, shaking his head, looking at Jay, deeply sighed then looked at his empty shot glass. "I told her I loved her." Jay clenched his teeth and cringed, "She didn't say anything back, man... I don't think she felt the same way about me."

Jay nodded along listening, patted him on the back. "I'm sorry, man. That's always tough. I'm here for you though." He offered a comforting smile, handing Heeseung a glass of water, gotta keep him hydrated. Jay took a couple shots so Hee wouldn't feel even more alone drinking.

At the end of the night, Jay called it. Hee was plastered. He ordered an uber as they were both not in the right mind. Jay slept on Hee's couch to be there for him that night. Hee fell right asleep as soon as his head hit the bed, but his dreams still haunted him even in his drunken state. Of course it was a sweet dream of you to torment him even more.

"Babyyyy!!" Hee whipped around to search for the sound of your voice. You stood over a few feet from him at the clear case, waving him over and pointing at a couple of sweet baked treats from this bakery you wanted to check out. Heeseung smiled and walked over to you, snaking his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. "What is it, honey?"

You looked at him, lip jutted out, pouting then smiling at him sweetly, "Can you get m- uh I mean us these cookies...to share??" Your long lashes, the ones you always batted at him to try and get your way by acting cute. Godddd, how could he say no to you? How could he when you're so precious to him? His pretty girl deserves everything she wants. His heart swells every time you pout and bat your lashes at him, you silently pleading for him to get it.

God, you were so beautiful like this. Of course he'd fold and buy it for you. "I better at least get one of these!" He teased, but seeing your cute reaction was worth it, walking up to him excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking kisses all over his face. "Thank you baby! I love you so much you know that right?"

Heeseung slowly waking up, smiling, happy at the dream, then reality struck, hungover headache immediately piercing. The night before... the reason for even drinking that much. He groaned, his hand flying to massage his temples. He sighed trying to recollect everything that happened last night.

The confession, the heartbreak, the amount of drinking. Oh, this heartbreak is gonna ruin him.

He walked out of his room to see Jay making them breakfast. "Hey bro... There's some ibuprofen and made breakfast for the hangover. How you doing?"

He groaned, "hungover and heartbroken man" he walked over and flopped onto his couch. He went to look at his phone but it was dead, grumbling he let the phone slip out of his hands, with a loud thud onto the floor. Whatever. No need for it anyway. As his head hit the pillow to stare at the ceiling.

'why didn't she say anything back? wish I could go back and hit the rewind button to not even say anything too early.'

You were heartbroken and depressed, it's been over a month since he's vanished from your life. Not active on his socials. Still on delivered. Still sent straight to voicemail. You laid in bed in one of his shirts that you may have "accidentally" stole from him. It still smelled like him, his intoxicating cologne. Your hair is a total mess, tear stained cheeks, nose raw from all the tissues, lips chapped, eyes swollen from all the crying.

You hear a knock at your door, you shot up out of bed running to your front door. Please, please, please, please be him!!! You scrambled to unlock the door. God you can't imagine how pathetic you looked, sprinting to the door at the mere thought of it being Heeseung. But what if?!

"Heeseu-" your sentence drops dead to seeing Jake, standing there with a worried expression, exhaling a big breath he didn't even know he was holding in. Thank, God, you were okay, he thought. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into a death grip hug. "Why the FUCK have you been M.I.A??? I thought you were dead or something! Ever heard of answering your phone!?" He pulled back to take a good look at you, nose scrunching, "you stink... really bad."

You rolled your eyes and stepped aside to let Jake inside, as if you even had the option as he was already walking inside. "Gee, thanks."

Jake looked around your apartment seeing it a mess. "Jesus... What happened?" He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, scanning the room then finally landing his stare on you.

You sighed, dragging a hand down your face, "Um. So. Hee. Heeseung...um..." Jake frowned, nodding to let you continue. "He just vanished off the face of the earth. He confessed he was in love with me... and... I froze up and I didn't say anything back... He panicked then ran out. He hasn't responded to ANY of my texts or calls."

Jake sucked a breath between his teeth and released a big sigh, "I'm sorry, y/n, that's rough." He pulled you into another hug, "do you love him back?" Your head in his shoulder, words muffled, "I don't know! I think I do?? That's why this so called "breakup" is killing me. I messed up... I... I miss him so much." Jake rubbed your back, humming in acknowledgement. His nose scrunched up, "Dude. I'm sorry, your stench is awful! We need to get you out of this depressing place. When's the last time you had a shower and some sunlight??"

You lightly pushed him back, "Ughhh it's been about a week or two? Maybe more? I don't know, okay!? My heart's fucking broken! Least of my worries at the moment."

Jake lightly smiled, "Okay," he clapped his hands, walked over to the curtains to rip them open. "Here's the plan!" As he started gathering candy wrappers and empty cups, "you're going to shower!" You frowned as he started walking to the kitchen, "We're gonna go for a walk, get some fresh air, maybe something to eat and head over to Jungwon's. He's throwing a small get-together later. Everyone's been worried sick about you and it's been about a couple months since everyone's seen you anyways. I know it'll make you feel better!"

You started shaking your head and waving your hands, "Nonono. No. And. No. I can't. Not like this..." He laughed, "C'mon it's my treat! Plus you have no choice. Sunoo sent me over here... sooooo, I can't come back empty handed."

You looked at him, as he pouted with his hands in a pleaded motion, you glared at him.

"PLEASE don't make me call reinforcements." As he pulled his phone out, his screen showing Sunghoon's contact. You clenched your jaw, sighed, caved, "Fine." You flipped him off as you walked to the bathroom. He clapped, "You won't regret it!"

"Shut it, Sim Jaeyun!!"

The shower did make you feel a whole lot better. If knowing anything about Jungwon's "small" get-togethers they were never that small so you might as well dress a little bit nice.

Jake tidied up the place while you showered You're grateful to have him as your best friend. You come out to the living room as he was sitting on the couch. He looked up and smiled "You look like a whole new person! You ready?" You nodded. You two headed out the door.

The walk was nice, warm and sunny but lightly cloudy. Hate to admit it out loud to him but Jake was right. You stopped at a cafe for a pastry and some coffee. Then headed off to Jungwon's.

As soon as you walked through the doors, Sunoo flew to you giving you a tight hug. "Y/N!!! I'm glad he managed to get you out of the house. C'mon!" as he linked arms with you dragging you into the kitchen. You walked in to see varieties of alcohol. Hmm. What a way to help a broken heart, drinkinggg. Yayyy. (Hydrate & drink responsibly!)

You caught up with Jungwon, Sunghoon and Ni-Ki. As the house started flooding with more people like you knew it would, eventually it turned into a med-large party. Music blaring, sticking near Jake's side, since you were always the closer to him than the others, taking shots back to back together. It was a good distraction but he was still sitting in the back of your mind.

You were sitting on the couch, music blaring, lights flashing. People talking over each other. All the sounds began to blend in and out, blurring together the more you all drank together. Jake and Sunghoon were being idiots as per usual, causing you to burst out laughing, listening to them bicker. Jungwon handed you each another shot, clinked the glasses together with him as you both tapped it to the table, downing it, both shaking your heads, "AHHH" scrunching your face as the burn flowed down your throat, into your chest. Jake stumbled and landed on the couch, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize him as you were laughing at him. As he started laughing realizing how fucked up he was. The room was spinning as you felt like you were swaying in a circle while simply sitting. Definitely needed this, leaning on Jake's shoulder, watching the chaos of others plastered having a good time.

"Dude seriously do we have to go to Jungwon's?? I just wanna wither away in my apartment." Jay rolled his eyes as he lightly pushed Heeseung up the driveway to the front door. You could hear the music all the way down the street. "That's exactly why we need to go. You can't just rot away in your depression dark cave. It's just sad. You need a distraction!" Heeseung grumbled as he opened the door, immediately wincing at the volume. "Yeah. Whatever. I'm getting blackout tonight." He smirked as he made a beeline straight to the kitchen island, Jay sighed, shaking his head watching Heeseung walk off.

There was all kinds of liquor everywhere. Jungwon's gonna have a hell of a mess tomorrow for sure. Heeseung grabbed a random bottle and started chugging. Jay sighed and wandered off to go find Jungwon to let him know of their arrival. Heeseung walked aimlessly around the house, glaring at couples making out in the hallways. Goddd. We're they rubbing it in his face? Was there no escape of this mental torment? that could've been you two. He rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom.

Jay found Jungwon in the living room on the couch with you, Jake and Sunghoon. Jay's eyes widen seeing you and Jungwon drunkingly blabbering about some drama you both watched. Oh god what's gonna happen when Heeseung sees you. What're you gonna do when you see him? He sucked a breath in between his teeth, putting a smile on his face. "Hey man! We made it!" He grabbed Jungwon's shoulder, pulling him out of your conversation. "Jay hyungggg!" As he dapped him up. "Look! Y/N! We got her out of the house!" Your eyes lit up seeing Jay, "Jaaay! Heyy!" As you got up to give him a hug, holding onto him for support. He willingly gave you a hug, keeping you steady as you stumbled. "Hey, how's it going? It's been awhile." A drunken smile on your face, "Oohhhmygodd iii knowwww," as you waved your hand around, swaying lightly, "I'vvve juss been goin through itthahahaha." Jake been listening in on your conversation, in the same drunken state as you. As he started uncontrollably laughing along with you. "Hahahahhaaaha for real she's been suchhhh a mess!!" You lightly smacked Jake. "OMG! Shuutt uppp," Jay chuckled along, not really understanding what was so funny, concernly looking at all four of you, drunk off your asses. He sighed. He patted Jake on his shoulder, then ruffling your hair before stepping away.

Where was Heeseung? You loosely grabbed his arm, "whereareyougoinn,Jayy??" He looked at you, biting the inside of his cheek, quickly scanning the room again, before looking back down at you, "Uh.. I'm..." leaning down into your ear to talk over the music, "Gonna go grab a drink! Be right back!" You let go of his arm "Oh! Okay!! Waitwaitwait Grabmeeonneetoooo!" "Me threeee!" "Us toooo!!" His eyebrows furrowed and then smiled. "Coming right up!" As he sped back to find Heeseung. You were almost wasted. Soon enough Heeseung is going to be too.

Unknown to Jay's knowledge, Heeseung already downed half a bottle of vodka, drunk off his ass. He was on the balcony for fresh air and to get away from all the couples that were practically rubbing it in his face.

Look what we have and you don't!

"Dude! Seriously??" Heeseung looked over his shoulder, seeing Jay standing at the balcony door with a beer. "What?" He sighed, "give me that." As he snatched the bottle and switched it with a bitch beer. "What the fuck man?! Give the vodka back." Jay slapped his arm down, "You need to slow the fuck down. I don't care what the hell you're going through. I'm just trying to care of my friend. So drink that bitch beer instead of straight up vodka for a while, kay?" He spat out through gritted teeth. Heeseung nodded defeated, he couldn't be mad at his best friend for caring about his well being. I guess. 20 minutes on the balcony just listening to the chaos inside. Heeseung surely drunk enough, drunk word vomit, "y'know..."

Jay raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. "Maybe she was the right girl... at the wrong time.." Jay frowned seeing his best friend in such a shitty state. "Maybe so, man.." Heeseung leaned back in his chair, pulling out his phone, looking through all your missed calls.

[77 missed calls from Y/N]

"God I'm so dumb for hitting decline all that time, dude. I-I wish there was a way to hit the rewind button or something... All I see is her when I close my eyes. Like she was too good to be true. For her... I was ready... to risk it all and commit for once!" He stared out in the night sky, looking at the bright crescent moon. Longing, wandering if you were looking at the moon right now too. How he'd tell you were more beautiful than all the stars in the sky, seeing your beautiful flustered smile, to hear your beautiful laugh one more time...

Wait.

Was that her laugh just now?

Jay saw Heeseung focused on listening to the noise on the inside, he could hear your laugh himself. Jay definitely knew you were nearby. Heeseung looked at Jay for confirmation or was he just going insane? "Is that her?"

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"OMGGGG JAAAKE wwhereee isss Jayyy with those shots??" You pouted, legs laying across Jake's lap and your head laying on a pillow that was on Jungwon's lap. Jungwon was wasted enough, as he was resting his head against the back cushion, staring at the ceiling, staring at all the lights, chuckling to himself. You pouted looking at Jungwon, not even getting acknowledgement of your so called shot dilemma. You rolled your eyes as you looked down at Jake, lightly shaking your leg that he was holding. He looked at you, confused.

"Wanna have another shot with me?" You jutted your lip out, Jake smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically. Your eyebrows raised and cheered "Yayayaya! okayyy helllp me getuupppp!" You flung your legs off of him. Putting your arms towards Jake, he pulled you up and pushed you upward to stand. You stumbled leaning down to use the coffee table as light support, whipping around grabbing onto Jake's forearms to help him, giggling. "Woah. toooo fasthahaahhah" as you gripped his forearms more firmly and leaned back as weight leverage to help pull Jake up. Stumbling backwards as it managed to successfully pull him up, wrapping an arm around his waist as he did to you for stability.

As you both managed to wobble together to the kitchen through the crowd. Uncontrollably laughing together, "hahahahwhsyou got twooo left feet y/nnn" "shhhhh shutupjakessooo dooyoouu" as you both clung onto each other, laughing.

Finally managed to get to the kitchen island of drinks. You found a random big open bottle that anybody opened. "Mmkaayy you find the cups" as you point at him, laughing at your incapable ability to point still. He burst out laughing, knees getting weak as he held onto the island and your arm for support. "Okokokayyy" your back turned away from the balcony watching Jake struggle to find them. Completely unaware.

You already found two solo mini cups, you hid the stack behind yourself. Just to see how long it'd take him to find it. A harmless prank, "Whereereisssitt??" Jake groaned, "Whereisswhaaat?" You snickered. "Theee staaack of solo minis I sawww themm earlierr" he scanned the island, counters and table. "idunnooo" as you look around, spun around, "Oh! Duh! Righ'here! OMG you didn't see these?" As you grabbed two from the stack. He scoffed and glared at you. "Youuuu-" pointing at you, you feigned innocence, "hiiid those frommeee!!" You dramatically gasped "whaaaat me????? I'm a saint" as you drew a halo over your head and put your hands together, with a devilish smile.

"Liar! Move over" as he bumped you with his hip, nearly knocking you over, he quickly grabbed your arm and waist. "ohhhmygod sorryy. forrgot. too strongg" you looked at him shocked, staring at each other, realization hitting how drunk you both were. Then bursting out laughing, gasping for air.

"Ohhhmygod! you're such an asshole!" You lightly punched his shoulder, "Sayysss theee one who purposely hid the cupsss from mee!" He stuck his tongue out at you, you mirrored him, "I jus wan'd' to seee how long it'd take you to notice!!" As you both held onto eachother for support folded over laughing.

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Heeseung wobbled inside from the balcony, 'it can't be true. No way, you were here tonight of all nights... Should I book for it? Mmno. Should I confront her and talk about it? Idk. Who's making her laugh that hard??'

He started scanning the dinning room, living room, finally landing on you AND Jake in the kitchen, holding onto each other. Close. Too close. Heeseung had a sour taste in his mouth. Why were you holding onto Jake like that?? What was so damn funny? He growled looking at the sight.

Jay walked in after Heeseung standing next to him. "What? What! What's wrong, man?" Heeseung grabbed the top of Jay's head and directed to the sight of you and Jake laughing and holding onto each other as you were pouring shots. 'Yeesh. Not good.' But you two were just best friends, Jay knew that. Not sure Heeseung did tho.

The way Heeseung was fuming, just at the sight of you two. The jealousy brewing hot and ugly inside of himself, he couldn't stand the sight seeing one of his best friends all handsy on you. Before Jay can register the situation, Heeseung is marching over to you two, panicking he walked after him.

You clinked your shot with Jake, both tapping it on the counter and downing another shot. Both cringing at the burn. "Wooo I thiink that'll be lastt one for the night." As Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Thank you, Jake, for the fun night, actually had fun wityouu" you wrapped your arms his waist, leaning your head onto his shoulder. You felt Jake being yanked out of your hug. 'wtff?'

"JAKE! WhatheFUCKk,DUDE!!" Heeseung pissed, face to face with Jake. Jake dumbfounded blinking, trying to wrap his head around the situation. "Wha the fucK are youu talkin' about, dude?" Jake's nose crinkled, lightly pushed Heeseung back at an arm's length, smelling Heeseung's strongly vodka and beer mixed breath that was violating his nostrils. Not like his own breath was any better. Both men were very intoxicated.

Jay standing next to Heeseung, firmly gripping his shoulders from pouncing at their poor best friend, who had no clue wtf was happening. You stood there shocked, seeing Heeseung standing before you, his shoulders tensed, fists shaking, quickly reaching over to grab Jake's forearm to lead him back to stand beside you. Creating a safe distance between them, "WhatthefffUck,Hee?! Whas withthe hostility??"

Heeseung's eyes softened looking at you. As he glanced down at your arm that was protectively holding onto Jake's arm. It was more like an anchor to both stand. Heeseung didn't see it as that. Hee stepped forward, aggressively pointing at Jake. "JAKE. Is my FUCkin' problem righ'now." Jake's eyebrows raised, "whathefuck! did ii -hiccup- do?" Jake's hand pointed to himself questionly.

"wha'ever THE. FUCK. this. is! It's YOUR fault. Y'know I love her!" As Heeseung's arms waved at the both of you. You both winced at his lash out. You began to get frustrated, his lash out was drawing attention. It could be the alcohol as liquid courage, since you weren't one for the loud confrontations especially like this. You stepped in front of Jake, he grabbed your arm to stop you, you squeezed his hand and continued. "Lee Heeseung. Outside. Now." As you pointed to the front door. Heeseung's eyes softened, "this isn't abou'you, baby" as he tried to dismiss you. Your eyebrows raised, eyes pierced into him, aggressively pointing to the front door again. "NOW. Hee. We need to talk." He immediately dropped it and started walking to the door. You watched him for a couple seconds, turned around to scan anything wrong for Jake. "You good? I'ma go deal with that mess." Jake started shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed, grabbing your hands. "No, y/n, he's not in the right state of mind, right now..." You lightly squeezed his hands twice "oh he'd never hurt me." He looked into your eyes, searching for any worry or fear. You were determined, finally a moment to talk, settle things out, finally explain yourself. You nod once "I'll be okay." As you walked out to the front porch.

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"what the fuck was that, Hee? You had no right to explode on your own best friend like that! For what?!" Heeseung flinched at your tone, knowing you were right. He sighed, rubbing his neck anxiously. "I... was jealous seeing you two all over each other. I thought you moved on... that quickly... I was angry and the amount of alcohol I had... jus' made my emotions worse." He reached for your hands gently, his bambi eyes all glassy, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Your bottom lip quivered, all the emotions from the past month hitting all at once. "Wh-Why... didn't you answer ANY of my texts or calls?? I wanted to explain myself on why I froze up on you." You looked at your hands, as he began to rub his thumb across your knuckles. A big tear fell then they couldn't stop. Your voice shaky, chest tight, "I-I think i love you too... I just have a hard time accepting my own feelings from horrible past relationships that left me broken after finally saying those three words. After... You said that, I was scared to accept it myself, to even admit it out loud to you... Thinking it was another cruel joke from the universe yet again." Heeseung nodding, gently cupped your face, his thumb wiping away the tears. His glossy bambi eyes looking into your sorrowful eyes for any , 'She... She said it.' He softly smiled at you at your confession, tears spilling, "I love you, you dummy. I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't give you the chance to even process it after I just dropped it onto you." He leaned closer, gently brushing the hair out of your face, admiring you even tho you're crying you're still so beautiful to him. He leaned his forehead against yours, "would you do me the honor of giving us another chance? I promise you. I will not break your heart, I'll do whatever it takes to have you as mine again. Wh-whatever it takes to keep you happy." You sobbed at his words, holding onto his wrists, nodding, "Yes, Heeseung. Please let's start over. I've missed you so much." You cupped his cheeks and kissed him, pouring all of your emotions into the kiss. "I love you, Hee." you whispered. "And~ I. Love. You. Y/n!" He smirked as you started giggling as he started aggressively pecking kisses every where in your face. Kissing all the tears you've shed, landing one last one on your nose. "I missed you so much sweetheart." "I missed you too, baby."

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bLEHH idk how to end it ✋🏻😭 it's been years since I've written but I was determined to finish it off even tho idc for the ending but ahh yeah Heeseung brainrot 😞🫶🏻