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First Kiss
Rating: M Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz x Fem!Reader (Bunny) Warnings: First kiss between best friends, inherent attraction that comes with that, unresolved (for now) sexual tension, lil bit of grinding/groping over the clothes Word Count: 1.8k A/N: Ok so @catsnkooks sent me this post and @maybege reblogged it too, so I reblogged it from her, if you wanna look for it it's under the tag #car!paz vibes. But the gif above is from the post, to give u a little hint of what we're working with. This takes place back when Paz and Bunny are still in high school, so before anything I've posted so far and before the first chapter of The Roommate Arrangement which will be posted very soon đ So this is before Paz and Bunny have started having sex, and before they're even in college.
"It's so frustrating!" You moaned, flopping back dramatically on your best friend's bed. "I swear, I've gotta be the only one!"
"Now you're jus' being dramatic, rabbit."
You rolled your head to the side, shooting a glare at the back of your best friend's head from where he sat on the floor by the headboard, his back leaning against the mattress.
"I am not Paz." You whined petulantly. "I've gotta be the only girl at our school who hasn't had her first kiss yet. I'm a junior for Maker's sake! It's embarrassing."
He'd been fiddling with something in his hands, but he set it down and turned to rest his shoulder against the mattress, looking at you with his gorgeous green eyes. His dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, giving him a boyish look even though puberty had very clearly marked him as a man now.
"This is really botherin' you, huh?"
You huffed, rolling your head back to look up at his ceiling, eyeing the glow in the dark stars the two of you had put up years and years ago. You let the silence hang for a moment, before you sighed, unable to keep anything from him, like always.
"My sister was bitchin' at me about it," you muttered, a small frown on your face. "I dunno how she knows, but she does. Keeps makin' fun of me." You sniffed, trying very hard to hold back tears.
Paz said your name softly, but you resolutely refused to look at him. He was right, you were being dramatic, it was such a stupid thing to be upset about.
"Rabbit, look at me."
There were gentle fingers on your chin, turning your face to see Paz kneeling at the side of his bed, his face soft and concerned. Your tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks and he sighed softly.
"C'mere, you."
You scrambled off the bed and into his waiting arms, legs landing on either side of his thighs as you settled in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the fabric of his hoodie. His own arms came up to wrap around your back, holding you securely against him as you stifled sobs in his arms.
He didn't say anything, just softly rubbed your back while you let out the bottled up hurt from your sister's cruel words. Paz was no stranger to comforting you when your family spit cruel barbs or harsh words, their insults always working their way under your skin and settling like weights, holding you down like an anchor when you're trying to not drown at sea.
You sniffled, pulling back and rubbing at your eyes to get rid of the last of your tears. You hated crying, but Paz never made you feel lesser for it. He never judged, or made fun, unlike your family.
His fingers were warm and sure against your cheek, tilting your head up slightly to look at him. He had a determined look on his face, the kind you'd seen whenever he'd set his mind to something that he wanted desperately to accomplish.
"Do you want it?"
A crease appeared between your brows, and you tilted your head slightly. "Do I want what?"
"Your first kiss."
You blinked. Was he not listening to you? You'd just told himâ
"Cause if that's what you want, I can give it to you."
Freezing, you stared at Paz with wide eyes. He can't have possibly just suggested what you thought he did. Sure, he was your best friend, but offering to be your first kiss, that had to be crossing some kind of line, right?
Although, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that if there was anyone you trusted with something as important as a first kiss, it'd be Paz. He'd been by your side your whole life, a steady, reassuring presence. And you may have wondered what it'd be like, to kiss him. He'd had girlfriends before, and you'd heard whispers in the halls. So sue you for being curious.
"A-Are you serious?" You asked, voice breaking slightly. You already knew the answer, it was written plain on his face.
He answered you anyways.
"Of course I'm serious, rabbit. I promise I'll make it good for ya."
You gulped. Maker, were you really considering this? Your mind was screaming at you that this was a bad idea, a horrible one even, that the only thing that could come from this was a ruined relationship with your best friend. But your heart wasnât listening, and your heart is what answered for you.
"Okay," you whispered, wide eyes flittering over Paz's face, watching very closely for his reaction. You were hoping, praying, that this wasn't some kind of cruel trick.
He smiled, all teeth, a little crooked, but beautiful. This was your best friend, and you trusted him with everything. You didn't have anything to worry about.
He leaned forward, his forehead pressing gently against your own, his nose brushing yours, his eyes dropping to stare at your lips before they fluttered shut, and then he was kissing you.
His fingers spread wide against your cheek, gently tilting your head back as he pressed his lips to yours, gentle, like the kiss of a butterfly's wings. Your eyes were hooded, but still open, unable to close them for fear of him disappearing if you did, like a mirage, or a whisper of a dream.
All too soon he pulled back, and your lips parted slightly as though to complain or maybe to beg him to do it again. You didn't get the chance when he pressed back in, his tongue peeking out from between his lips and darting briefly between your parted lips, flicking up to brush over your upper lip.
Your breathing was shaky, eyes still partially open even as Paz's stayed shut, his nose brushing repeatedly against yours as his tongue painted your lips with a glossy sheen of his saliva.
He pressed his mouth fully to yours again, the kiss much wetter now, the sound of his lips sliding against yours audible in the stillness of his room. It felt like time was suspended and the two of you were floating inside a bubble, and that the tiniest interruption could shatter this perfect moment.
Paz pulled away again, gripping your face between his forefinger on your cheek and thumb against your jaw as he tilted your head the opposite way and leaned back in. This time, you let your own eyes flutter shut, wanting to fully immerse yourself in the feeling of your first kiss.
He kept kissing you and then pulling back, like he was testing the waters, and you were growing more desperate, longing for something more, but you didn't know what.
Then, Paz crooked a finger under your chin and slowly parted your lips again with the soft press of his thumb. When he sealed his mouth over yours he let his tongue dart inside. He didn't pull away this time, instead tilting his head more and slotting his mouth more fully against yours. At the first flutter of your tongue against his, tentatively reaching out to meet him partway, he groaned deep in his chest.
Abruptly, the arm he had banded around your waist hauled you forward, so close that there was no space left between your bodies. His waist was cradled in the vee of your thighs, and the pressure between your legs caused a soft noise to escape your throat.
Paz slid his other hand that wasn't tangled in the fabric of your shirt around to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. He used his new grip to tilt your head further to the side, further opening you up to him. The feeling of someone else's tongue in your mouth was definitely different, but you could taste the sweetness of the vanilla milkshake Paz'd had after school, and another underlying taste that had to be purely him. It was far more intoxicating than you were expecting.
Truly, the sounds were far more obscene than you thought they'd be, and you were feeling a strange tingling in your gut. Unconsciously, you ground your hips in a little circle, trying to relieve some of the tension. The action made Paz jerk his head back and stop kissing you for a moment to let out a moan, the sound sending bolts of pure heat through your veins. You repeated the motion, desperately wanting to hear that noise from his lips again.
The growl that Paz let out when you brushed over the rapidly hardening bulge in his sweats was purely animalistic and unlike any noise you'd ever heard him make before. He surged forward to kiss you again, even as his hands fell to your hips to pull you down more firmly into his lap. Your own hands gripped tight to the front of his sweatshirt, eagerly opening your mouth this time, not waiting for him to try and coax you to open up again.
Your head was spinning, the lack of oxygen and the heady feeling of Paz's taste on your tongue sending you further into a state of bliss. You couldn't concentrate on anything except for the press of his body against yours, his hands hot and heavy on your hips, his lips sliding wetly against your own.
The loud slam of the front door from downstairs made both you and Paz startle slightly, and Paz's lips separated from yours with an obscenely wet pop! that you knew you'd be replaying in your head for days to come. Your eyes fluttered open to see him studying your face with an inscrutable look. But when your eyes connected with his, his expression softened, and he cupped your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek.
You were still out of breath, your head still clouded by the fog that had overtaken you, but you also felt a pure joy bubbling in your stomach. Your lack of a first kiss had been weighing on you far more than you wanted to let on, but you should've known Paz wasn't going to let you wallow in self-pity if he could help it.
Unable to help yourself, you leaned forward to press a small, chaste kiss against Paz's lips, a barely there brush of skin, him barely having the chance to exhale before you were backing away and sliding off of his lap.
"Thank you, Paz," you said, a genuine smile on your face as you turned to clamber back up onto his bed where your neglected homework lay.
With your back to him, you missed the pained look of longing that flashed across his features before he schooled them back into that cocksure, attitude filled look, a smirk on his lips.
"No problem, rabbit. No problem at all."
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WE FIGHT AND MAKE UP â ALHAITHAM
âď˝ĄË â summary: you and alhaitham get into a heated argument and give each other the cold shoulder. at night, you sleep on the couch and alhaitham comes out to find you. âď˝ĄË â contents: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, kaveh cameo âď˝ĄË â wc: 0.9k+ âď˝ĄË â a/n: this little drabble has made me fall in love with alhaitham i am currently commissioning some selfship art as we speak i love this man pls enjoy if ur a fellow alhaitham lover :>
It wasnât often you and Alhaitham truly fought. But the few times you did, it usually started with abnormally raised voices and ended in silent treatment that lasted late into the night.
At a certain point in time, the silent treatment would go on for so long, it became more like a battle of perseveranceâ Who would cave and speak to the other first?
You were stubborn, you had to admit, but Alhaitham could take it to a whole new level. Even when you tried to extend an olive branch, he would continue to keep to himself and draw out the silence between you.
You huffed as you wrapped a blanket around you. Kaveh had passed by your sorry state bundled up on the couch and wordlessly brought you a spare pillow and blanket. If there was anyone who understood Alhaithamâs stubbornness even more than you, it would have to be his roommate for years and former friend since the Akademiya, Kaveh.Â
There was no explanation needed as Kaven patted you on the head before going back into his own room.Â
Sighing, you laid down on the couch in the cold living room while Alhaitham was likely warm and cozy, snuggled up in bed without you.Â
Dejected, you turned to your side and hugged the pillow Kaven gave. At this point, you were no longer even mad at Alhaitham. Sure, the two of you blew up on each other, but the heat simmered out and you were ready to make up and move on.Â
It was too bad Alhaitham wasnât, you thought to yourself, glaring at the cushion in front of you.Â
You tossed and turned into the late of night, unable to get comfortable when your thoughts were focused on your boyfriend you were apparently still fighting with. Just as you were about to give up on sleep for the rest of the night, you heard a door creak open and the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall.Â
Thinking it was only Kaveh again, you sat up and signed loudly, hugging your knees to your chest.Â
âYouâre still out here?â
Your spine straightened when you realized that voice was certainly not Kaveh. It was lower, deeper, much more familiar. Alhaitham.
Letting out an exhale, you shrugged without turning around to face him. âWhere else would I go?â
Alhaitham sighed, walking around the sofa and taking a seat next to you, keeping a respectable distance away.
âYou could go back to our bed,â he said quietly.
When you didnât respond, he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
âIâm sorry, Y/N.â
You peered up at him with a look of reservation on your face.
âIâm sorry for letting you stay out here alone for so long,â he continued in a strained tone.Â
You examined him, heart softening when you saw his tired and worn eyes, red skin at the edges. Although he hated showing it, you could easily see how much he was effected by this argument.Â
âIâm really sorry. Wonât you come back to our room? IâŚmiss you.â
Your resolve cracked after hearing those words. All you wanted for the past few hours was to make up. Now that he was the one holding up the peace flag, you toyed with the idea of making him grovel to make up for it. But a bigger part of you simply wanted to be in his arms again.Â
âI miss you, too, Haith,â you said, moving closer to him. âIâm sorry for being so stubborn.â
Alhaitham gently took your hand into his and gave it a squeeze. âPerhaps we were both a little obstinate. But I love you too much to allow this stalemate to continue on.â
You nodded in agreement, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck. Breathing in deeply, you took in his familiar scent and let it warm your heart.Â
âI hate the silent treatment,â you proclaimed, sniffling haughtily. âLetâs never do it again. Iâm sorry for being a meanie.â
Alhaitham chuckled before planting a kiss on your forehead. âI was mean, too. Iâm sorry for that. And you are forgiven.â He leaned his chin against the top of your head, not applying his full weight. âNow, letâs go to bed?â
âYes, please.â You stood up slowly beside him. âIâm so tired. I canât believe we were fighting for this loong over the existence of aliens!âÂ
He snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. âOur debates can get heated at times. But I enjoy that about us. Always being agreeable is tooâŚmundane.âÂ
âI second that. But I just still canât believe you donât think aliens are real! In a world where gods and dragons exist⌠Aliens of all things are too farfetched?â
âY/N,â he said in a warning tone.
You giggled, ruffling the top of his head with an exaggerated pat. âOkay, okay. Tonight, we make peace. I get it.â
âMhm.â Alhaitham began walking to your room, holding your hand as you followed behind him. âTonight, we make up. Tomorrow, we prepare our arguments and have a more structured debated.â
âKaven can moderate the discussion,â you offered.
Alhaitham nodded. âI am agreeable to those terms. For now, please get in bed with me.â
You grinned at his pleas, closing the door behind you as you tackled him into a giant hug. âHow about you kiss me first?â
Alhaitham smiled as he obliged, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. âAs you wish, my love.â
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modern!batboys as (your) roommates - headcanons.
because let's be honest, we have all thought about that at some point.đŚ
(this is the introduction of my new drabble universe!!! I can´t tell you how fucking excited I am.)
it would be wrong to say that your life was boring before you met the three idiots you now call your roommates
sure, it wasn't as exciting
but you had your tiny little apartment, went out with friends once in a while and mostly enjoyed having your own space and routines
but then
shit hits the fan
and by shit I mean your landlord
because of a loophole in the rental agreement, he's able to kick you out of your apartment with only a months notice
in other words
you're fucked
or, as your best friend Feyre, who you met the first week of orientation and became inseperable with, says -
"That bastard." Feyre's eyes are stormy.
"What the hell am I gonna to do?" You bury your face in your hands, your voice muffled when you mumble: "How am I supposed to find a new apartment in a few weeks? For this one, I looked over a year, and it's a glorified shoebox!" Your voice rises as you feel a wave of dread crash over you and your heart rising into your throat.
"Hey, it's okay. If worst comes to worst, you can crash at my place,", Feyre raises her brows, "even though we'd have to share my bed, but - I won't just let you sleep on a park bench if that's what you're worried about. Unless you find another glorified shoebox that's technically out of your budget, it's you and me, crashing on my bed, climbing over your stuff to get to the bathroom, finding out what married life would feel like."
even though you love her to death, that really does not sound like an option you want to explore
so you try everything
scouring every paper for apartment advertisments, posting on your uni's socials, going to all the viewings you can find -
nothing
but just when you're ready to just give up
a miracle happens
the miracle is 5'5, has impeccable style and hair, a love for deep red lipstick and drops by for lunch
Mor has been your friend for two years now, since you almost spilled your coffee over her laptop at the library
(she's still not letting you live that down)
she also likes to get you out of your comfort zone
"Are you serious?" Mor stares at you wide-eyed.
"Yep." You tiredly stir your coffee. "I've been turned away for twenty apartments in the past few days alone. I'm aready seeing myself bunking with Feyre. She offered, but her bed barely fits into her apartment as it is."
Mor breathes a giggle before hastily clearing her throat. "Sorry."
You grin weakly before rubbing your face. "I don't know what I'm gonna do. I know it could be even worse, but -"
"It already feels pretty shitty,", Mor ends. You sigh in confirmation and are about to change the topic, because you haven't seen the blonde in weeks and feel bad about ruining your lunch. But before you can open your mouth, Mor suddenly squints in thought. Then she looks at you.
"How much do you value your privacy?
Given the fact you'll be basically homeless on the street in about a week if you don't find a new place - not much.
Mor begins to grin, and there's a bright twinkle in her eyes.
"Well, then I might just have the solution."
the next day, Mor drags you downtown
she takes you to an old but sophisticated building you wouldn't even dream about living in
a single month's rent there would probably empty your whole bank account
but Mor just winks and pulls you up the stairs
on the third floor, a guy leans in an open door
and that
is how you meet Rhys.
Mor's cousin is annoyingly beautiful
tall, with perfectly tousled dark hair, a perfect grin that causes his cheeks to crease and, from the looks of it, the also perfect physique
he's also annoyingly charming
if you'd met him somewhere without Mor, you would have probably gaped for a moment before catching onto the mischievous twinkle in his nearly violet eyes and promptly avoided him, because someone that pretty had to have some fault
as it turns out, Rhys' fault is offering practical strangers to live with him without even batting an eye
"What?"
You blink at Mor from where you just sank onto one of the two very comfortable couches, because she can't possibly -
"Okay, before you freak out, just listen, okay?" Mor is grinning giddily. "The guys have a free room they don't really use anyway and you really need a new place - so you could just move in here!" She beams. "The place is definitely big enough, and you'd fit in perfectly, I promise! They're just as chaotic as you, but also very responsible -"
"Mostly." Rhys' eyes are twinkling. He's looking completely and slightly concerningly unbothered by the prospect of you, a factual stranger, moving in with him and his friends.
"- they don't have any bad habits, they're fairly neat -"
"Mostly."
Mor widens her eyes at you. "It's perfect!"
You blink at her.
"I've already talked to my roommates." Rhys' deep voice is almost soothing - mostly because he sounds a lot calmer than Mor, steady and reassuring.
"If you want, this can be temporary, until you find a place just for yourself, but this way you don't have to stress about needing to find a place in a certain time, plus,", he cracks a grin, "I don't like the idea of you having to crash on somebody's couch in the foreseeable future, that's just bullshit if we got a free room here no one uses anway. And if this works,", one corner of his lips quirks even more until his grin is a lot closer to the wicked twinkle in his eyes, "none of us would mind another roommate."
"You don't have to decide right now." Mor smiles brightly. "But I think it would be great, and you'd make a bargain with the rent, because Rhys loves to play sugar daddy -", her cousin flips her off, "and I think this would be a really good idea." She grins, suddenly a little sheepish.
if you weren't so desperate, you would whip out about a dozen arguments about why this probably isn't a good idea
like the fact that rooming with three dudes sounds like a lot of testosteron, or that you don't even know them, and that they don't even know you -
but from the way Rhys lounges in his chair, smirking easily while Mor beams at you, he doesn't seem to see too much of a problem in that
also you are very, very desperate
but there's still that one thing -
"About those roommates -"
When you hear the door, you raise your head, your heart doing a slightly concerning flip in your chest.
It's a day later, and you just finished the tour of the apartment Rhys has given you. Even though it's huge and very grand with it's high ceilings decorated with stucco and the original hardwood floors, it feels warm and cozy. The room you'd be sleeping in is as big as your whole current apartment, light with two big window and a view of the trees on the street outside.
It kind of makes you wonder where the catch is.
Maybe it's about to walk through the door.
You hear a deep voice and heavy footsteps, then a dude appears in the door to the kitchen.
Your heart does a somersault, and you feel your lips part a bit. Because frankly, it's a miracle he makes it through the door without hitting his head.
The guy's huge. His shoulders and chest strain against his t-shirt; he looks like one of those dudes who basically have muscle in their DNA, all corded muscle under ridiculously wide shoulders and a solid middle, muscular long legs under black jeans -
And you're staring.
Big time.
The dude's looking over his shoulder, which means he thankfully doesn't notice you oggling him. The half of his hair that isn't pulled back in a bun brushes against his neck when he grins, his cheeks creasing. He's really good looking, in a rugged kinda way, with his roughly curved jaw and the scar on the side of his face, and when he looks back ahead, his eyes twinkle warmly.
Then, behind him, another guy appears in the doorway, and your breath catches.
Because if Rhys is annoyingly beautiful, the guy in the door is drop-dead gorgeous.
Just like the other two, he's tall and all lean muscle. His shoulders shift under his black t-shirt as he leans against the doorframe, his hands sliding into the pockets of his black jeans. His eyes look like amber in sunlight, his dark hair is tousled, a strand curving over his forehead. His face is all angles and soft lips, with dark brows that look like he likes to crunch them in a scowl, but right now, he looks fairly relaxed, though his gaze is watchful.
And on yours.
Feeling warmth wash into your cheeks, you hastily look away while crap, crap, crap echoes through your head, because of course he caught you staring.
On to a really great start here.
Your gaze grazes his hands and the bit of uneven skin that merges into veiny, tan forearms before your eyes trail over the tattoos scattered over them, some peaking out from his sleeves.
There's the sound of someone clearing their throat, and you feel the heat in your cheeks deepen when your eyes dart up and meet Rhys', a twinkle in his iris when he sends you a lazy grin.
"Boys, this is Y/N." He raises a brow. "Our new roommate."
and that is how you meet Cassian and Azriel
it almost makes you reconsider
because you're really not sure you're gonna survive rooming with three guys that pretty
but after thinking it over for a couple of days, you realize that you really don't have a choice
and so a week later, Rhys and Cassian come over to your apartment to help you move the first half of your stuff
neither blink an eye at the fact it's about the size of a broom closet in comparison to their home
Rhys does however scowl when he sees the condition of the bathroom
you're ready to sink into the floor when you hastily explain pretty much all the apartments in the building look like that
(a lil dingy and moldy)
but when he turns, Rhys just glowers and grumbles under his breath about how he'd like to rip your landlord a new one
it's the first time you realize that under all the aloofness and swagger and cheeky grins, Rhys cares
it's proven again when you move into your new room a week later and there's a new mattress on the also new bed
you haven't bought either of them, but when you try to protest, Rhys just huffs about your back probably being fucked up because of your old one and about how he'll add it to your rent
he never does
you get used to rooming with three guys surprisingly quickly
sure, it is pretty much a total 180 -
going from living alone in a tiny apartment
to sharing a huge flat with three dudes who make the place vibrate with laughter and bicker like they have been married for thirty years
but even tho you never thought you'd be the type to actually enjoy having roommates
you find that with them - you don't really mind
of course it is nice to have the place to yourself sometimes
and after about two weeks, you're comfortable enough to blast your music and dance through the kitchen when you're alone
(yes, at some point, they catch you - it takes you about a minute to realize there are three guys standing in the doorway, watching you dance with a broom. you get a mild heart attack and Cassian and Rhys start cackling while Azriel smirks)
but even if usually there's always someone around -
you find that all three of them are very good at both respecting your boundaries and leaving you be when you need to curl up in your room
but also seem to know when you need someone to drag your ass out into the world
and something about knowing at least one of them will probably be there when you get home makes you feel very warm and fuzzy
and even tho you weren't completely sure about this situation in the beginning
you get roped into living with the three guys instead of just rooming with them pretty easily
it really starts with Cassian
probably gets used to you living there the quickest
after barely a week, he's treating you like you've lived with them since the beginning
like just sticking his head into your room and making you help him with dinner
it surprises you a little that they all have dinner together
from what you've heard from friends who have roommates, they usually all do their own thing most of the time
but it makes you realise that these guys are more family than just roommates
Cassian is surprisingly easy to talk to
he's quick with the quips and the banter
also very flirtatious
constantly makes you laugh, his deep, boisterous chuckles infectous
also super affectionate
you're convinced the man is actually just a huge teddybear
after just a few weeks, you're used to hugs that lift you off your feet
cheek kisses as greetings
and being casually lifted out of the way like you don't weigh anything
not that you're the only one who gets that treatment
no, there are hugs in greeting that make Rhys groan dramatically like his air supply is cut off
and pats on the shoulder and smacking forehead kisses that make Azriel crinkle his nose
Cassian quickly becomes the one you go to when you need advice
he always listens attentively
doesn't sugarcoat things
stays objective while never making you feel bad or less about anything
and it quickly becomes pretty clear he'd put everything aside if any of you ever need help
gives you rides in his beat up truck to uni
and always picks you up when studying at the library gets late bc he doesn't like the idea of you out alone after dark
with Cass, even mundane things like grocery shopping become fun
he's just casually funny and teases the shit out of you at every opportunity
has no understanding of the concept of personal space
and with most people, that would kinda put you off a little in the beginning
but Cassian just has something about him
something so inheritly good and warm and sunny
that he never once makes you feel uncomfortable
if anything, with him around, you feel a lot more at ease
and not just bc it's always nice to have a guy in your back that towers over you like a lighthouse
though the whole massive, tatted dude with the dark eyes thing kinda goes out of the window as soon as he grins at you
dimples and all
but still, don't be fooled
when the grin's gone and he's glaring, you know why people make way for him immediately
he works at a gym to earn some money at the side
once, he takes you with him just for fun
then that one time becomes another and before you know it, you tag along twice a week
and it would be wrong to say it's not doing something to you when he crouches in front of or behind you, his deep voice rumbling as he mumbles encouragements
"Alright, come on, sweetheart, gimme one more."
Trying not to make a very embarassing groaning sound, you crunch your face in concentration and slowly lower yourself into a squat, your muscles trembling slightly.
"There you go, that's it." You can feel Cassian in your back, spotting you, his deep voice rumbling through you, and it's just almost distracing enough for you to -
"No, no, come on, you can do it." Cassian's deep chuckle sets you at ease, and he lightly pats the side of your thigh. "You got this, c'mon."
With a soft groan, you push yourself up again, and you can hear the triumph and wide grin in Cassian's voice when he goes: "Yeeessss, good job, baby. C'mon, you can do one more."
Blowing out a heavy breath and glaring at nothing in particular, you ready yourself.
when one day, he makes you lose focus, you're gonna throw something at him
you're pretty sure he does it on purpose just to see how red you can get
but Cass is really good at pushing you without overdoing it, always teasing and encouraging
and if you manage to do something, in the gym or otherwise, he grins so widely you're almost sure he's more proud of you than you are yourself
Rhys is a flirt.
and after you get over the first initial blush that just won't leave you alone for the first few weeks
it actually becomes entertaining
now bantering back and forth is basically all you do
it gets so bad, Azriel constantly rolls his eyes at the two you
but just like you suspected, behind all the flirtiness and mischievous grins
Rhys cares
a lot
whenever you're upset, he looks like he's contemplating ripping apart whatever or whoever made you upset
and whenever someone has a go at Cass or Azriel, Rhys picks them apart with lethal precision and a wicked smile
if Cassian is most affectionate, Rhys is close second
he's slightly more casual about it
pinching your nose, flicking your ear softly, offering his cheek for a kiss in greeting
always down for amazing hugs tho
whenever you get on your period, Rhys turns full mother hen
it's actually quite entertaining to see a 6-foot-something dude grumble because you don't want to take painkillers
"I just don't like to take them until it's really necessary, okay?" You glower at Rhys, curling up on the couch and trying to suppress a wince.
Rhys incredulously narrows his eyes.
"You're bleeding from inner organs and look like you want to curl into the couch. I'd say it is pretty necessary."
behind all the snark and arrogance, Rhys cares
also seems to have a rather unhealthy tendency to put everyone else first
you catch on pretty easily that even though his father is absolutely loaded, Rhys doesn't particularly cares about his money
in fact
he doesn't hesitate to spend whatever money his father pumps into his bank accounts for a second
when you ask Mor about it, she just smiles lopsidedly.
"I think it's his kind of protest?" She squints into the sun shining onto the balcony of the flat, the big glass of iced tea in her hand glittering in the light. "You know, spending all that money, preferably on his friends? Mostly because I don't think his father really likes them."
You wince.
"He knows he can't win against his father." Mor crunches her brows in thought. "I think he came to terms with having to take over the business one day, and he cares about the people who have their jobs there, so he won't let them down. It's just hard sometimes, if your whole life is already planned out for you." She shrugs gently. "Doing this, living with Cassian and Azriel and now you, spending his fathers money on it and actually having a good time instead of just being bitter and stuck up - it's his way of not surrendering completely."
you have never met Rhys' father, but even tho he's powerful af
you really feel a strong desire to kick him in the balls
Rhys has a knack of knowing exactly when you need to talk and when you need to be distracted
it's not unusual that after a bad day, he just joins you on the couch, plopping down and pulling your feet onto his lap
it either leads to you venting and him listening
usually giving very appropriate responses of either huffs, scowls or downright glowering
or, if you don't want to talk
he either lets you use him as a human pillow, grumbling over your choice of movie while scratching your head
or he takes you out
to the cinema, a museum, the theater -
you're pretty sure you've grown a lot more cultured in a few months than the whole of your life before that
it never gets boring tho
the whole thing kinda annoys the crap out of you in the beginning bc he never lets you pay for anything
but you get better at finding ways to pay him back in other ways
like taking over making dinner on days when he's exhausted
coaxing rants out of him when his father gets to him
dragging him out on nightly walks through the city when he can't sleep
and after a while
you understand that it's just one of Rhys' love languages
and it is fun to spend his father's money ;)
especially when it means museum Saturdays with the two of you just sitting and staring at paintings
or going to the cinema and pigging out on popcorn and greasy stuff while whisper-hissing fun facts at each other
even takes you to stuff like wine tastings
Rhys is a foodie
likes super fancy pickles, trying food you can't even pronounce and splurging on dinner
and if he decides the two of you need to get out of the apartment
one way or another
it usually ends in a restaurant
always orders like half the menu
also cooks the best out of all of you
like I'm talking freaking perfection
whips up the fanciest, most delicious far-too-many-courses meal for holidays
and goes all in even if he just makes dinner
you often get lured into the kitchen by the delicious smells
usually ends up with you on the couch at the table while Rhys moves around the kitchen
talking about everything and nothing
(also not above slapping anyone's hand away if they try to sneak a taste)
Azriel is quiet
not shy; you catch onto that pretty quickly
he's too quick and easy on any dry remark in response to his friends' boisterous teasing for that
and his gaze too firm and piercing
rarely shies away when you catch his gaze
in the beginning
that intimidated the shit out of you
the way he appears without a sound, towering over you, all dark and quiet and brooding
it's like he perfected the art of going unnoticed
tho you're not quite sure how
bc how could anyone not notice him?
after a while tho
you realise that even tho Azriel is dark and glowering and brooding
there's something gentle about him
it surfaces in the smallest things
like how his lips curve the softest bit when you grin up at him
how light and careful his touch is
how he is always respectful, putting himself between you and the street, holding doors open without ever seeming to think twice about it
and how everything about him seems to darken when he witnesses anyone being treated poorly
but even if anger rages within him like a quickly rising tide, quiet and dangerous
you still always feel safe with him
maybe it's bc, even in those moments, you just know it will never be directed at you
and that even tho there's always that darkness within him, it's never something that feels unsettling or dangerous
and instead soft and welcoming
like something about him and that steady, dark gaze just calms you
maybe because he's so quiet, Azriel seems to see and hear everything
in record time, he begins to catch onto every little detail about you
mundane things
like how you like your favorite drink or what your favorite ice cream is
the only reason you know he notices is because he begins to hand you cups in the morning that are exactly right and the freezer starts to always hold a big container of your favorite ice cream
but also seems to know exactly what your tell is when you're nervous
uncomfortable
or tired
what makes you upset
happy
nervous
what causes you to giggle uncontrollably
and so on
it should probably unsettle you, how easily he sees through you
but it doesn't
sure, it's a bit weird at first
but you quickly realise it's strangely comforting - that someone pays enough attention to know even the smallest thing about you
Azriel is your favorite person to be around when you just need a break
it's like something about him is grounding, steady
like being around him makes your thoughts calm down
makes it easier for you to sort the chaos your mind sometimes becomes
you quickly realise that beneath all of the quiet watchfulness lies a wicked, dry sense of humor
his mumbled remarks make you snort laughter or beam widely up at him
always makes his lips curve
he reads a ton
when you first see his room, you almost gape
because the man has books
they fill the shelves
balance in towers on the floor
sit on the window sill and next to his bed
most of the books in the shelves in the living room are his as well
has a great dislike for movie adaptions
sits there with that scowl of his, glaring at you until it's over when you make him watch one
says it destroys the pictures in his head
(to be fair
you don't think he's entirely wrong about that)
always has a camera in reach
got a few, all older ones; no fancy digital ones, but all on film
just like he seems to catch onto everything
so does his camera
it's like the manifestation of his quiet perception of things
to fix things onto film
he captures everything
most of the time, you don't even notice
only sometimes you raise your head to find the camera in his hands, a slight curve to his lips
develops all pictures himself, in a dark room on campus students can book
spends hours in there, just working in silence
there's usually a lot of bugging involved before he shows the developed pictures to anyone
usually ends in all of you leaning over them eagerly, trying to figure out when he took them
Rhys standing in the kitchen, grinning over his shoulder like Cassian just made a bad joke
you and Feyre, laughing so hard you lean into each other
Mor, lying upside down on the couch while focusing on the cards in her hand while you're next to her, mid-motion, a focused expression on your face
Cassian napping on the couch, twisted in a very uncomfortable position to fit all six feet something of him onto the cushions
there seems to be an endless number, and they're all carefully stored away in his shelves
some, he refuses to show to anyone
it takes you so little time to feel at home in the huge flat, the prospect of looking for an apartment for yourself is off the table before you can actually start
and it doesn't take long until you're part of the routines like you'd been there since the beginning
Saturday and Sunday evenings are for movie nights
sometimes, Mor joins you
you sit with Azriel on the couch, sharing a big bowl of popcorn while staring at Rhys and Cassian argue about which Star Wars movie to start with
in the summer, you take trips to the lake for swimming and laying in the sun
have game nights
evenings sitting on the balcony, squinting into the setting sun
barbecues
and afternoons in the park, one joining in after the other
in winter, you go to the ice rink
bake together
and spend whole weekends on the couch, watching movies
you go to the gym with Cassian or accompany him on his runs
(well, he's running - you're on your bicycle, because there's no way you can keep up with that dude´s long legs)
or get dragged out onto hikes by Rhys
in the evenings, you usually all end up in the kitchen for dinner, banter thrown over the dinner table
Azriel and you mostly take care of the grocery shopping together
it usually entails you trying to reach something on a high shelf and Azriel huffing, moving to grab it without even having to stretch
sometimes Cassian joins in, and you both make it your mission to annoy Azriel until he cracks a grin
both Az and Rhys regularly give you rides on their motorcycles
while Cassian likes to stick to his old, beat up truck, Rhys has a car as well, but alternates between it and the motorcycle
more often than not, he uses it as opportunity to flirt
small cleaning duties in the apartment are rotated between the four of you
but big-once-a-month-deep-cleans are something you make a day of
blasting music, you divide the flat and get to work
(bathroom duty is rotated)
in the (very rare) case of an argument, it usually ends in one of you being mediator
which means after a cooling off period
the arguing parties are locked in the pantry until they've talked things out
works surprisingly well
sometimes, the boys bring someone home
it usually comes with a text
or the very oldschool sock on the door
tho you ban that one after Cassian forgets it
and you walk into the flat unsuspectingly only to be flashed
Cassian apologizes profoundly
after he's done laughing
there are also a few awkward encounters in the hall in the morning that leave you contemplating not running around in just big t-shirts
Feyre still gives you rides to campus and back
but sometimes, it's Azriel waiting in the parking lot instead, leaning against his motorcycle, two helmets next to him
it does not help with the way your heart seems to speed up whenever you find his amber eyes on you
but you're very adamant on pushing that away
it's probably not that serious anyway.
so
it would be wrong to say your life was boring before you met the three idiots you now call your roomates
but it sure as hell is a lot better now that you have
even if they do drive you a little nuts sometimes
@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels
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So this is really random but one of my drabble requests was for a Yoongi Soulmate scenario and I started writing it and Iâm having so much fun SO I thought Iâd give you guys a sneak peak! Iâm hoping to have it up soon!
Roommate AU/Soulmate AU Preview ⢠Yoongi
âWhatever you do, donât mention soulmates.â
Kim Namjoon spent the last twenty minutes of your lunch break talking up his friend and trying to convince you to take him in as a roommateâ
Only to make that weird comment and have you reconsidering your tentative acceptance.
âOkayâŚIs there a story to go with that cryptic declaration?â
Joon shook his head.
âI mean I donât know if itâs my placeââ
âKim Namjoon, before I let some random man move into my place youâre gonna need to tell me why I canât talk about soulmates. Everybody talks about soulmates. Itâs what we do as a society. Itâs like the weatherââ
Joon snorted.
âNot Yoongi.â
âAnd the reason is?â
The two of you had a brief but intense staring contest.
âAlright fineâSo⌠Yoongi was engaged.â
âTo his soulmate?â
âNo.â
âOhâŚâŚ.Oh?â
Namjoon held up a fingerâindicating that you should wait while he finished chewing his sandwich.
âHe loved herâlike a lot.â
âBut they werenât soulmates?â
âThat didnât matter to him. He said the whole system was stupid and didnât mean anything.â
You chuckled.
âBold words. I assume he had to eat them?â
Namjoon tilted his head in agreement.
âYeahâhe thought she was fine with itâthe engagement was moving forwardâand Yoongi was really happyâŚ.,ââhe sighed and you unconsciously leaned in for the big reveal, ââuntil a soul mark popped up on her arm.â
Your mouth dropped open.
âWhatânooooâsheâshe cheated on him?!â
There was only one way to get a soul mark.
Your soulmate had to see you withoutâŚclothes.
Like totally nude.
Fully naked.
Which meant Yoongiâs fiancĂŠ had gotten fully naked with somebody else.
No wonder he needed a place to stay.
Joon nodded.
âSeriously, donât mention soulmates.â
⢠ââ ⢠âââ ⢠ââ ⢠âââ ⢠ââ â˘âââ â˘
As it turned out, you didnât need to worry about mentioning soulmates to Yoongiâbecause the man barely spoke to you at all for the first three months you lived together.
Instead he communicated through a series of grunts, hums, and other assorted noises that you (surprisingly) became fluent in pretty quickly.
Once you even figured out that the milk carton was empty because Yoongi opened the fridge and sighed a certain way.
However, despite his aloof nature and interesting communicative habits, it was immediately clear why someone might be willing to throw over their hypothetical soulmate for him.
Min Yoongi was bloominâ gorgeous.
And the few words you did hear him speak sounded like liquid sin on a cookie soâ
Yeah.
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Hi! here is a requestion, can i get wednesday x roommate!reader fanfic where reader is a "sociopath" as opposed to Wednesday's psychopathy? i think it'd be interestin with Enid being the only 'normal' one in the dorm.
Each Other
|| Wednesday Addams x nonbinary!reader
|| Warnings; reader is a Sociopath, very short drabble
|| Summary; a glimpse into Reader and Wednesday's morning routines. Enid trying to understand their relationship.
Requests open!
Started; october 11th
Finished; october 11th
~~~
Wednesday and you had been dating for a while now; your relationship was... odd. Given the lack of empathy between the two of you with Wednesday's psychopathic behaviour and your sociopathic. But it was also what made the two of you work, because you both seemed to understand the other better than anyone else could. You were in a dorm with Wednesday and another girl, Enid Sinclair. Who was much more... normal and bubbly compared to you and Wednesday. It made for quite the dynamic whenever the three of you hung out.
Today had started just as any other, you and Wednesday sleeping in your own beds. Just as each of you preferred; you liked your own spaces and you tended to wake up a little after her anyways. Wednesday would be half way into her morning routine by the time you started sitting up.
"Morning." She'd give you a nod of acknowledgement and you'd nod back," morning."
Enid just looked at the two of you like you were insane," I'm sharing a dorm with a bunch of psychopaths. Honestly I would prefer it if you were all lovey-dovey with each other and not- whatever that was."
"Actually, only one of us is a psychopath. The other is a sociopath." Wednesday corrected simply, getting dressed into her clothes for the day. A simple black and white outfit, of course.
"Precisely." You nodded in agreement, throwing on your own shirt as Enid just stared at the two of you like you had three heads each.
"Because that makes it any better!" She exclaimed, you and Wednesday exchanged confused glances that made Enid sigh," at least you have each other, I guess.."
#fanfic#x reader#canon x reader#nonbinary reader#wednesday x reader#wednesday netflix#wednesday addams#wednesday x nonbinary reader#wednesday addams x reader
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boyfriend drabbles pt. 3
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Summary: You and Jungkook have been successful at hiding your secret relationship from your friends, or so you thought
Word count: 500+
masterlist!
âHurry,â you tug on your boyfriendâs shirt as you shut the front door of your shared apartment. Pulling him into your room and closing the door shut, you now face Jungkook who is smiling boyishly at you.
âMissed you,â he mumbles into your neck as he sighs, tightening his arms wrapped around your waist. âI saw you this morning on campus like a few hours ago,â you say as you playfully roll your eyes as you watch your boyfriend walk over to your bed and lay on what he claims was âhis side of the bedâ.
Jungkook taps the space next to him, gesturing for you to join him on the bed. As you grab for the remote and make yourself comfortable in your boyfriendâs hold, you click on the recent show the two of you had been watching, twenty five-twenty one.
âSheâs so cool when she fences,â You tell him, eyes trained on the TV screen as Jungkook nods, humming in agreements. He reaches for the bowl of chips you had brought into the room, grabbing a few at once and stuffing them in your mouth.
The both of you had been so engrossed in the drama that the front door of your shared apartment opening and your friends walking in had failed to reach either of your ears.
All of your friends were friends with Jungkookâs friends as well, as if everyone was one big friend group, and they always had a suspicion you and your boyfriend had something on, but you always brushed it off, keeping your relationship a secret.
âBaby Iâm gonna go and get water, Iâll be backâ your boyfriend presses a kiss to the top of your forehead and you nod in response, eyes glued to the TV.
But when Jungkook walks out the room and shuts the door behind him, he is met with six familiar faces staring at him with wide eyes.
Your boyfriendâs eyes widen twice as wide as theirs.
âJungkook?â your roommate, Yeji, gasps as she sees the man exit your room.
âI- I was helping her with her project,â Poor Jungkook stutters out an excuse as he cringes when he realises how bad an excuse it was.
When the rest of the girls give him a look, your boyfriend raises his hands up, âI swear! Itâs some, uh, science project she has and she asked me for help!â
Just as your boyfriend is trying his hardest to defend himself, you just have to walk out, dressed in his jersey with a faint hickey on your neck from his doings earlier.
âBaby what's taking so long- Oh shit!â you gasp as you realised, you have been busted. Great.
âYour boyfriend is a terrible liar first of all,â Yeji muses, and Jungkook takes full offence to that as he gives her a frown, âSecond of all I already knew from the beginning,â And she winks at you as your jaw drops.
Chaeyoung then whips out her phone and snaps a picture before you can stop her and before you know it, the groupchat is filled with messages.
You groan as Jungkook gives you a sympathetic smile, almost guilty even, as you read through the responses.
yujin: I KNEW IT đđ
mingyu: HAHAH BUSTED
donghyuk: congrats jeon HAHA
You scroll as everyone seems to have known from the start, realising how embarrassing it was to pretend in front of all of them.
Yeji then pushes both you and Jungkook back into your room, âGo on, we wonât interrupt you two anymore,â she smirks as you slap her arm.
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!bang chan fic recommendation
part 2ÂĄ
bang chan fic recommendation list part 1
other members fic recommendation lists
s = smut , f = fluff , a = angst
hyunjin + chan & squirting [s] by @comet-falls
drabble [s] by @stvckwithaphobiaÂ
drabble ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by stvckwithaphobia
safe [s] by @subskz
word count: 4.9k
drabble [s] by @sluttywonwoo
host requested: chris bang from one night at the back door series [s] by @cb97percent
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angel pussy [s] by @lixiektty
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drabble [s] by @hardstraykidshours
drabble [s] by hardstraykidshours
that was so hot⌠but donât you dare do that againâŚÂ [s] by @whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan
word count: 1.3k
summary: channieâs room is live, but youâre bored in the bedroom. good thing heâs already looking at his phone
sunshine and sundress [s] by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast
summary: there's just something about the sight of you in a sundress that makes chris lose all of his self-restraint
rainy days [s] by @es-kay-zee
word count: 0.9k
chan + face sitting [s] by @lix-ables
the neighbour [s] by @slightlymore
word count: 14k
be that guy [a,s] by @daizymax
word count: 7k
forgot something? [s] by @writerracha
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#3 [s] by @linorachas
insomnia series + lee know [a,s,f] by @j-0ne25
total word count: 64.9k
series summary: another failed attempt of getting into a serious relationship leads you to an unlikely agreement with your roommate. but thatâs only the beginning of the real chaosâŚ
I think I like you - i was always alone until you came along [s] by @straylightdream
word count: 10.4k
crying over you - drowning in my tears in my room [a,f] by straylightdream
word count: 1k
good boy [s] by @smoonjisâ
call me [s] by @seo--changbin
word count: 2k
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hyung will teach you (bang chan, yang jeongin) [s] by seo--changbin
word count: 4.5k
"go harder for round two?" [s] by @chanshoesunite
word count: 1k
day 27 ⥠chan/seungmin [s] by @ballelinoâ (as a part of kinktober series)
word count: 2.5k
summary: chan lets seungmin have his way with you
HAVEN. [s,f] by @seospicybin
word count: 8.7k
summary: as an old friend of him, bangchan offered you to stay in his apartment for a week for work and to rekindle the sparks you once had for each other
double take ft bang chan, yang jeongin [s] by @seospicybin
between (bang chan, lee know) [s] by @tasteleeknow
word count: 5k
summary: your two roommates are your best friends in the world. youâd also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. queue tension and smut with feelings
sweet [s] by tasteleeknow
word count: 4.1k
get spotlight (bang chan, seo changbin, han jisung) [s] by @hwajin
word count: 3.8k
mangata [s,f] by hwajin
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word count: 6k
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6:55 pm [s] @bbyquokka
word count: 1.4k
slumber party [s] by @lalal-99
word count: 9k
summary: chan, ash, y/n. the perfect trio. spending so much time together, people usually mistook you for a throuple. not that you were complaining. your best friends were hot, your past sexual encounters with each of them the subject of most of your dreams. all it takes is one fateful night and a bunch of tequila to finally make that dream a reality
hotline ft bang chan, lee minho, han jisung [s] by @planet-duskâ
word count: 1.5k
summary: ânot so fast.â chan speaks up again. âthereâs one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator youâre allowed to cumâ
really f**king like you [s,a] by @jl-micasea-fics
word count: 10.7k
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the first first date [s] by jl-micasea-fics
word count: 5k
summary: a dinner date, a single dad, an almost certainly taboo relationship. a brazen, explicit proposition whispered amongst oblivious teachers and occupied parents. honestly? you never stood a chance of resisting
west side ft bang chan, lee miho [s] by @setsugekka
word count: 6.5k
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bang chan fic recommendation list part 1
other members fic recommendation lists
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How It All Started
Summary: Things between you and your roommate, Paz, escalate.
Pairing: roommate!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader
Wordcount: 2.1k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: Modern AU, Free Use Arrangement AU, Roommate AU, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, (un)requited pining, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, Paz is an idiot in love (they both are), little bit of jealous Paz
Hello hello, my loves, and welcome to the start of a brand new series! This will be a drabble series with no strung-together plot but just the opportunity to dabble in this universe whenever I feel like it. We get to explore some different kinks and all the goodness and fluff of a Paz romance. If you are liking the idea of roommate!Paz paired with a Free Use AU, I can guarantee that you will absolutely fall in love with The Roommate Agreement by @bitchin-beskar. As always also a shoutout to @mostly-megan who lets me brainstorm literally months before I put anything on the page.
Without further ado, I present to you the introductory part of The Adventures of Apartment 23C. Please let me know what you think in a reblog or a comment!
masterlist | crossposted on AO3
gif by @casian
Paz never saw himself as a dom.
Yeah, sure, he liked to be in charge in the bedroom and in previous relationships heâd never been shy to venture into a kinkier direction but overall, he wouldnât call himself a dom. Hell, he didnât even know what half of the stuff meant that some of his more adventurous friends threw around. No, for all intents and purposes, Paz would put himself in the category ânormalâ â whatever that was supposed to mean.
But one Thursday night, he found himself googling âfree use meaningâ and realized that if he were to tell Boba about what he mightâve gotten himself into, even his most experienced friend would be impressed. So, how had it come this?
It was all your fault, really. Well, kind of.
Maybe not at all.
*
You had been his roommate for a little over two years now.
Stars, he liked the way your body moved, liked the dips and the curves and your smile and how your eyes shone when you smiled and how you were such a tease because you trusted him. When he first met you, his first impression had been that you were a little ⌠stuck-up, maybe, reserved certainly. And to be honest, you still werenât super open and outgoing even around your friends.
But you were with him.
You flashed him your panties, called out his big dick energy (not without a nervous stutter, though, which made him grin every time), asked him for advice on dates and complained. Really, it was like any normal friendship. Only that he wanted to fuck you. And when you flashed him your panties one time too many, he was sure you wanted him to fuck you too.
Which he did.
It was more of an accident, really.
It was 3 pm on a Sunday evening, everything was nice and quiet and he was watching a football game when you came out of your room. You were wearing a little silk robe. One, that Paz feverishly tried not to gawk at and instead pretended to have his eyes on the game.
âI need your opinion on something,â you announced shyly, leaning against the doorframe, âAs a man.â
Man opinion, he scoffed internally, already feeling his cock twitch because he knew you were about to show him something that would haunt him in his dreams. But he nodded anyway because he was a lovesick idiot who would do anything to just get a glimpse of your bare skin.
And so, you revealed the most delicate baby pink lingerie set made out of lace. His throat got uncomfortably dry and he couldnât even focus on the point his team made because you were turning around, popping out your ass, posing for him and stars he wanted to feel the weight of your tits in his palms.
âWhat about it?â He asked gruffly, trying so hard not to sound as jealous as he was.
âDo you think Dreks will like it?â you asked and he hated how genuinely insecure you sounded.
Dreks was the ultimate asshole, of that he was sure. Heâd only met the guy once when he had come to pick you up for a date (35 minutes late, which meant that Paz had seen you pacing and worrying for 35 minutes and it broke his heart) and if heâd never had to see him again itâd still be too many encounters.
Dreks was someone you had worked with briefly, a kind of department hopper in your company, someone who thought himself to be more important than he was and who, in turn, was quick to treat people who did not deserve it like absolute trash. Paz had no idea what you found so interesting about your colleague that it deserved a third date.
But before he could rein himself in, the words were already out of his mouth. âYouâre not wearing that,â he said, matter-of-factly. He wanted to chide himself immediately because who was he to decide what you wore? Who was he to decide who you dated?
But there was something in your eyes and the way your shoulders relaxed that kind of gave him the impression that maybe ⌠maybe you liked that.
âOh?â you went quiet, your fingers toying with the thin strap of your bra and Paz allowed himself to really look at you. The lace of the bra was so delicate you might as well have worn nothing and his cock twitched when he realised he could see your nipples through the fabric. He could see so much and yet so little and his mind immediately imagined what it would feel like to run his thick fingers under the cups of the brad, teasing your nipples until you would beg him to take it off and â
âDonât you want me to wear pretty things?â
He groaned, your sweet voice like heaven in his ears and stars did you even know what you were saying? Did you know what that did to him?
And then you took a few steps closer and his legs opened and you stepped in between and stars, you were so fucking close and he was so hard. When your knee brushed against the inside of his thigh, he could feel his cock twitch.
âYeah,â he said, reaching out his hand and putting it on your hip, âBut only for me.â
He couldnât really remember what happened then. Only that, minutes later, you were folded underneath him, writhing as he pushed his cock inside you.
âPaz,â you sighed dreamily and he swore he fell in love with the sight of your pussy stretching around his girth, âPaz, youâre so big.â
âItâs okay, sweetheart,â he soothed you, âjust relax for me, yeah?â
You nodded eagerly, head tilted back as the sun fell over your face and he, for all intents and purposes, fucked you into the couch. He was still half dressed, his shirt thrown over the couch and his jeans barely pulled down to his hips. Your panties were still hanging on your ankles and he had not managed to get you out of that bra. Though he did not mind because you still looked like a dream come true.
You felt like a dream too, your walls hot and wet and clenching so tight around him. And then there was the way, you melted into him, you listened to him. Everything he said, you did. You were pliant and eager and so lovely and when he teased you about coming inside âthat pretty little pussyâ, you actually came right on his cock, overwhelmed tears streaming down your face as you begged him to âplease do it, Paz, please please pleaseâ.
He came harder than ever before, his cock pumping you full and it satisfied something deep inside him to see the way his come leaked down your thighs and how you opened your mouth for him when he scooped your combined release up, dropping it onto your tongue.
The âgood girlâ that slipped from his tongue just felt like natural progress, then.
*
After a few (excruciating) days of not talking to you, Paz realized that as much as he had avoided you, you had avoided him. But hearing your muffled cries, there was no more time to be a coward.
âAre you okay?â he asked, feeling a little awkward standing in your doorway. But he also could not not talk to you. You were one of the most important people in his life, literally, a person he shared his life with. Â
âItâs over between me and Dreks,â you sobbed while hugging a pillow to your chest, âTh-That asshole better never show his face again.â
His heart felt a little lighter, knowing that Dreks was officially out of the picture. Though a much bigger part of him was furious at the man for leaving you in such a state.
âOh,â he shifted on his feet, âDo, uh, do you want to talk about it?â
You shook your head, âI just feel so humiliated and â and stupid and he â I â â
Paz sat down on your bed, knowing you well enough to know that you wanted to talk about it. He sat down, his hands fishing the pillow from your grasp and pulling you into his arms. He could immediately feel you relax, your face nuzzling into his chest.
âI found something was missing in ⌠in our relationship,â you revealed and he hummed, âAnd when he mentioned becoming exclusive, I asked him if heâd be willing to, uh, indulge me, he laughed at me.â
Paz could not shake the feeling that that missing piece was something rather intimate which already had him panicked thinking of how to steer the conversation in a more appropriate direction. Stars knew if he thought too long about you in any intimate setting heâd get hard as a rock.
Especially now that he knew what you felt like, that he knew what you sounded like, that he knew how pliant you were for him. But then he heard the pain in your voice, how beaten down you felt and he knew there was only one solution.
âIâm gonna beat that son of a bitch to a pulp,â he muttered and stood up. Dreks had always been on thin ice anyway but upsetting you was the last straw. That meagre man would live his last moments in fear, regretting every time he had treated you with disrespect.
âNo, please,â your hands wrapped around his bicep and pulled him back down. And he let himself be pulled because it was you. And there was nothing he would not do for you. You were much closer now, still sniffling a little and he became highly aware of how you were only wearing a large t-shirt, your bare legs tangled around his.
âHow dare he treat you like that?â he demanded gruffly, âNot liking something is one thing but, uh, shaming you for something youâd like? Thatâs just an asshole move.â
You nodded eagerly. âIt is,â you agreed quietly, splaying your fingers until your fingertips brushed over his jaw, âIt just went to show what I was too scared to admit to myself.â
Paz hummed, relishing in your touch. He angled himself towards you, heart skipping a beat in what suspiciously felt like âŚ. hope. âAnd that is?â
âThat we werenât all that compatible all along,â you whispered, âI have, uh, I have needs and I deserve someone who, uh, who fulfils them.â
âNeeds, hm?â he teased you, running his nose along your exposed throat and hearing your breath shudder did things go him, âthat wouldnât have anything to do with what happened in the living room the other night?â
âMaybe a little,â you breathed, your hand wandering up to the back of his neck and you tilted your head, offering yourself to him and stars how did he get so lucky?
âHave you, um, have you ever heard of free use?â you asked him shyly, gasping when he planted a slow kiss on your neck.
He shook his head, still nipping at your skin.
When you did not say anything more, he pulled away.
âWell, itâs, uh,â you took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze and instead looking at the far-right corner of the ceiling, âitâs something that really interests me. And ⌠if youâre amenable, Iâd like to try that. With you.â
He still didnât say anything.
âYou know, like a friends-with-benefits kind of thing?â
âHm.â
He knew he should probably say more and he did want to assure you that he wanted to do that. With you. Hell, yes.
But for some reason, all he could do was stare and awe at your courage, at your confidence, at how you were sitting there in your lounge outfit and still looked like the most beautiful person heâd ever seen. Stars, he really wanted to make you come again.
âLet me,â he cleared his throat, sitting up and spreading his legs which was not something he was aware of until he saw your eyes drift to his crotch and there it was again â that cocky continence that popped up whenever he saw you a little flustered. âLet me do some research, sweetheart, and we will talk about it some more, okay?â
âOkay,â you smiled shyly, untangling yourself from him though he still followed you like a puppy when you pulled him to the kitchen, âDinner?â
*
And that was how he found himself in front of his laptop, reading some explanatory article on free use and getting hard as a rock at the idea that you wanted that with him. But if there was one thing he knew it was that he would make you come several times a day if he only got the chance.
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(last update: 09.08.2023)
-ËË BTS ËË-
MIN YOONGI
look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash
make me by @ppersonna
twirl for me by @gimmethatagustd
Countermelody by @bonvoyagenoona
grey area by @blushoseoks
gwanghae flow by @btssavedmylifeblr
your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. jk
all eyes on me by @here2bbtstrash
drip by @here2bbtstrash
PARK JIMIN
drabble by @eoieopda
no strings by @kpopfanfictrash
him after all by @mercurygguk
cherry flavored by @ppersonna
physical by @ppersonna
JEON JUNGKOOK
never thought by @yoongiphoria
Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always
MCD*CKIN by @jinned
caught me by @jeongi
your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga feat. yg
seven days by @hisunshiine
bangtan scouts by @hisunshiine
candles & flames by @taegularities
-ËË ATEEZ ËË-
PARK SEONGHWA
 animal crossing by @kyufessions
Love From Italy by @atinytinaa
paradigm by @yoongiseesawmp3
fuel lines by @chaseatinydream
KIM HONGJOONG
deal by @hongism
Coming Home by @mia-tiny
Horizon by pxedpiper
wildflower by @jumilkies
steeeam! by @feltednettles
JEONG YUNHO
 just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. mingi
KANG YEOSANG
The Roommate Agreement by @ateezreactionsandscenarios
Longing by @sxcret-garden
CHOI SAN
only one by @just-some-random-blogger
The sound of our tied souls by @jaehunnyy
Soggy Cereal by @mingtinys
Good luck kiss by @ateezlovely
Our Little Star by @littleocean-rose
SONG MINGI
lavender haze by @feltednettles
 just between friends by @honeyhotteoks feat. yunho
in each otherâs arms by @kimsohn
JUNG WOOYOUNG
 Unknown fever. by @a-soft-hornytiny
All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss by @cocobeanncteez
Beans on Toast by @naesarangyunho
CHOI JONGHO
Million Words by @justwritedreams
OT8
into the aurora by @honeyhotteoks
The Buccanneer Queen by @harmonie-writes
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Got an ask with Its all about the
How dose sam and buck react if they met rich reader while her and steve are out casual like they were getting some snacks or casual walk low key
Awww I love this ask, thank you! So hereâs a little Drabble to that^^
Series Masterlist
My Masterlist
Summary: Your little coffee dates gets interrupted.
Warnings: none?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Sugar!Mommy!Reader
A few weeks into your agreement and Steve felt quite happy. New clothes, a new phone and many nights he spend at your place enjoying some greasy food and your company. At first he had imagined only spending time with you when necessary, when he needed it, but now? He actually enjoyed being with you. Hence the little coffee date before his classes would start and youâd have to go to work.
You took a sip of your coffee, looking through the breakfast menu. It was Steveâs idea to come here, apparently he liked coming here quite often with his friends, especially because the prices were affordable and it was close to his campus.
Just then two men entered the cafĂŠ, but you didnât give them much more attention. Having Steve in front of you was already enough for you. You may have fallen for the boy more than you shouldâve, but it already happened so the least you could do now was to enjoy it.
But you did feel the eyes on you once again, making you look up. Both men looked at you and then back at Steve. It happened often. People judged you and Steveâs relationships-which wasnât surprising. Steve was a collage student and looked like that, too. Especially when he wore the hoodie with his university logo, just like today. Sometimes you asked yourself if he did it on purpose to torture you, showing you the reminder of how much older you were, but that was of course not the idea behind it. He told you he liked the softness of it.
Besides, Steve had asked you a few times to dress a bit down when you two were out, putting away the fur coat or replacing the louboutin heels with normal heels so people wouldnât immediately assume heâs a gold digger-but instead dressing down you bought him his own louboutin shoes and a couple dress pants. In the end you both agreed on not changing anything about the way you dressed, even when it meant people would stare. A few weeks later and you both got pretty used to it. Sometimes Steve even noticed the attention, especially when someone seemed jealous when you hold onto his arm, your red lipstick always staining his collars, neck and cheeks, the soft smiles just for him, the teasing touches so nobody notices, oh but they doâŚeveryone can see how much you enjoy having Steve around. Even strangers see your eyes sparkling at him.
âIâm thinking about the French toast and eggs-â âThey made amazing eggs with spinach, try thoseâ, interrupted another voice you havenât heard before, but Steve apparently did since his cheeks turned a dark shade of red.
Smiling, you look up at the dark haired man with a man bun, right next to him a dark skinned man with a bright smile and a gap between his teeth, making him look even more sympathetic than he already seemed to be. âAnd you two are?â
Both men looked at Steve for a second, then back to you. âWeâre Steveâs roommates-and best friendsâ â-probably only friendsâ The blue eyed interrupted his friends again, making you chuckle quietly, while you slowly slid to the side, making room for one of them next to you. Bucky immediately took the place, Sam doing the same next to Steve when he scooched over,
âSam and Bucky, Steve told me about you two. Yet he didnât mention your habit of interrupting other people, Buckyâ, you smirked slightly, noticing rosy patches appearing on his cheeks, while both Steve and Sam grinned at that, Steve still looking a bit shy.
You smiled at Steve, raising your eyebrows lightly wanting for him to finally find his voice back, maybe even introducing you properly. He finally got the hint when you kicked his shin. âSam, Bucky meet Y/N, myâŚgirlfriendâ, he cleared his throat, the blush that was slowly fading was now back. Up until now he had never introduced you to anyone, especially not as his girlfriend, but it felt nice. And true. He saw you as his girlfriend.
The smile on your lips widened while you looked down at the menu again. âIâll have the eggs with spinach, then. And what would you like to have, boys?â You smiled, all men looking shocked at you-well, Sam and Bucky, Steve wasnât fazed. He was used to you paying, that was the agreement. He wasnât even surprised you wanted to pay for his friends either. Since the agreement had started youâve always paid for Steve and for his groceries, which often was more than enough for all three men.
âWe donât-we just wanted to say hi-â Sam started, but you shook your head. âI know, but youâre already here, so you can at least eat something, both of youâ, with that you gave Bucky the menu, which he slowly took from your hand.
He looked at Steve for approval, which made the blond man chuckle. âShe means it, really. Donât look at me like thatâ, he laughed head shaking, while he leaned back.
A few minutes later a waitress took your orders, while you all made some small talk, Bucky and Sam always eying you up and down.
Of course Steve had mentioned you were ridiculously rich and a bit older, but they assumed only a few years, four or five (which probably was very stupid of them, they just never really knew how you got your money. Bucky imagined you had a rich father, the same thought occurred to Sam when he first heard about you, but now? ) They definitely saw a few gray hairs on your head, a few little wrinkles around your eyes.
But the more minutes went by, the more they realized Steve wasnât only in for the money. They saw his eyes sparkle at you, especially when you laughed at his incredibly awful jokes or when you teased him about something. Your hand stroked over the back of his hand when he put down his hand on the table, making him smile to himself.
Bucky and Sam looked at each other for a second, before back to the lovebirds sitting next to them.
Yep, theyâd definitely tease Steve about it. Totally.
Because Stevie finally found love, even when he wasnât supposed to. ButâŚthey actually were pretty happy for him. He deserved something good after all that had happened in the last few years.
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Crave is so good i'm a little jealous of your writing talent. Yes please to a 100 chapter fic I like that sexual tension you were talking about. As much as I like smut and stuff I'd like to see the mc's pov. What does she do when she's not getting fucked up and the longer she's with the men does she learn the signs/symptoms of their rut cycles. yk?
Anyways, you're nice keep going!
From you new obsessed reader,
@thetxtdevil
I WILL NEVER GET SICK OF CRAVE COMMENTS !!!! NEVER EVER !!!! hearing about how much people love and enjoy my writing is my lifeblood actually that shit keeps me on life support when iâm struggling and unmotivated
i havenât felt this motivated to write in such a long time !! not just crave content but just fics in general :3 iâm always a little self conscious about my writing and iâm convinced iâm a terrible writer sometimes so hearing that means a lot >///<
i suppose a prologue will be soon !! working on a lot at once so weâll see when i get it thru, probably going to focus on the roommate agreement and the crave prologue first, and then some other smaller drabbles on the side . ;3
to answer ur crave lore question, since crave was originally set in the 1800s (should i keep it that way? i canât decide) her main duty other than the fact that yeonjun is convinced sheâs his destined bride is to take care of them by cooking/cleaning/laundry/etc. they live like shit and having someone actually caring for them is novel and great lol. mc was taking care of her family because her mother was sick before she was ârescuedâ , so sheâs kind of used to the whole domestic labor thing. and yes, she does learn more and more about werewolf biology and culture the more she lives under ďżźtheir roof and is part of the pack !! eventually the strangeness of it wears off and itâs just normal to her lol
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Forever and a day (KTH x READER) series⥠meet the parents. chapter 4
Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.
Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.
Pairing: taehyung x female!reader
rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)
word count: around 3.1k I believe
chapter warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, (theres a flashback) trigger warning for this bc kaito is a little manipulative. Mentions of adhd, medications. Thereâs a lot of hot and cold behavior between Tae and reader, as well as a fight towards the end. Sorry!
A/N another thanks to everyone whos been liking, reading and reblogging this story (along with my other drabbles). I know my page isnt huge or anything but I love writing and seeing all of the support really motivates me, so thank you :) I also got to sit down and really plan out the rest of my chapters with great detail, I think you guys are gonna like the upcoming chapters so stay tuned (lots of drama)
enjoyyy! (also, I plan to create a spotify playlist for this series!)
A week later.
Taehyung turned around from the stove to face his laptop, currently on the page of something he thought he would never see, a college. he scrolled before turning back to flip his pancake, ensuring he didn't burn it. Over the past week, youve been spending most days and nights over at Kaitos, so he's had more room to think about things.
He wants to become more serious with his art desire, and he wants to prove to not only you, but himself, that he can do big things. So here he is, signing up for local art classes at the college a few streets down. He checked the schedule really quick to make sure that nothing would overlap with the class dates, humming to himself when he realized his first class would be this Saturday morning, the same day his parents were coming for dinner. He sat back against the counter and looked down at Yeontan, who was waiting for bits of food to fall.
Dinner. He forgot all about that, good thing you wrote it on the calendar. would you still even be up for going?
He sat in thought, perhaps too much thought. Taehyung's head whipped around at the aroma of burnt pancakes. "shit!"
maybe he should sign up for a cooking class too?
You and Taehyung havent spoken too much since he word vomited his confessions at you last week. The longest conversation you both shared was 2 days ago when your period suddenly came and you asked tae to bring you to the store late at night because you had ran out of tampons.
there was no discussion about anything he had said to you though, as if there was a mutual agreement to drop it and move on.
he scooped his somewhat burned pancake and put it on the plate, cutting off the black part and managing to revive his breakfast, seeming content with his work. "Not too bad, huh?" he smiled and looked down at his dog, who seemed to assume the food was for him.
Once taehyung sat down at the kitchen counter, he went back to reviewing the art classes website when suddenly you walked in.
The boys eyes darted up to the door, watching you put your bag down and look at him.
"hey" he shyly waved, taking a bite of his food.
you smiled, "hi", making your way over to him and sniffing the air. "you burnt them" you couldn't help but laugh a little.
"listen, it wasnt as bad as last time, taste" taehyung held the fork out with a small bit of food on it, allowing you to try it. "hm" you hummed, nodding. "ok its not charred ill give you that"
He smiled and watched as you sit down and pick tannie up. "so did you have fun at kaitos?" he asked, trying to just have small talk with you.
you looked up at him, "uh yeah, I guess" you shrugged, remembering last night. "we watched sports and he explained the entire game to me like I was stupid and didnt play soccer for 7 years" you laughed and moved your head to get close to the puppy in your arms, allowing taehyung to notice the dark purple mark hidden just above your clavicle.
he nearly chokes on his food, drawing your attention to him. "are you okay?" he nods and clears his throat. clearly you two didn't just watch sports. "im good, just swallowed wrong" he took a sip of his water and tapped his foot, avoiding his eyes from you as he thought of something else to say considering this conversation has now outlasted any previous ones of the past 7 days.
"oh you know this Saturday is the um, the dinner with my parents?" you looked at his laptop, feeling your eyes burn onto him. "oh shit I forgot about that" you smiled and looked over at the calendar on the fridge. "I did too" he laughs.
"you dont have to go if you arent up for it" he mumbles, still unable to look at you. "oh im going, I havent seen them in so long, even if we left off on a bad note, Im still close with them and I think its important to go to the dinner" you spoke matter of factly.
He simply nodded and took another bite of food.
"what are you doing?" you nosily ask, trying to drag out the interaction considering the fact you had missed conversing with your best friend.
He watches you lean over to look at his laptop. "oh its just, something Im interested in doing." tae shrugged, embarrassed you saw the website.
"art classes?" you ask, "I didnt know you liked that type of thing?"
"yeah, Ive always kinda wanted to do it but never had the chance. I mine as well try it right?" he smiled shyly.
"I think thats good for you" you nod, patting his back. "getting out more and stuff, you are always working from home. Oh look, the class is at my college so we might run into each other" you joke and walk off to your room.
the feeling of your hand against his back causes him to tense up, still trying to wrap his head around what he saw. It couldn't have been a hickey, maybe it was something else, perhaps you got hurt, right? .
oh who is he kidding. Who gets hurt on the neck like that, it was a hickey no doubt. (a/n: looking at you namjoon)
why was he kinda upset about that? He respected your space and the fact you are dating kaito, and thats what people who are in love do, they kiss each other....and stuff. He shook his head and stood up, deciding to go for a walk outside to clear his head.
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While Tae headed out, you stepped into the bathroom to shower. Staring back at your reflection as you removed your shirt, revealing the dark spots peppering you neck and chest, your mind was brought back to the night prior.
Kaito kissed along your jaw, his hand coming under your shirt to brush your bare skin. you two were watching a soccer game but somehow it turned into a make out session he decided to bring upstairs to his room.
he hummed and pressed his lips against yours, your hand in his hair. he began pushing himself so his body was between your legs, hand now reaching for the hem of your shirt. "hm" you mumbled and pushed him off a bit, making him sit back and look at you. "what?" he asked, out of breath.
its not like you havent had sex with kaito.....ok, no thats exactly it. Youve never had sex with him. The most you two have done was letting him finger you under the blanket while watching a movie, then in return, sucking his dick in the backseat of his car.
He was more than ready to move forward with you, but you for some reason weren't.
you sighed and shrugged, removing his hand from your shirt. Kaito looked back at you before sitting to the side and laying on his back. "do you not want to have sex with me or something?" he spoke up.
"no, no, no, I do!" you lied, suddenly feeling guilt.
"then whats your problem?" he sighed, "every time I start something you always shut it down."
"im sorry" you whisper.
"dont be sorry, just dont lead me on." he shook his head.
you sat for a moment, taking a deep breath before getting up and moving to straddle his waist, his eyes widened up at you.
"im just nervous...ive...never done it before" you lied again, trying to convince him otherwise.
"oh" he spoke, hands on your waist as he seemingly took interest in the thought of him being the one to take your virginity.
the last time you had sex was a few months ago with taehyung. you've never done it with anyone else, ever.
"you trust me, right?" he tilted his head
you scanned his face, nodding. "yeah...."
with that he returned his lips against yours
your fingers ran over your chest, tears brimming to your eyes as you began to quietly sob. It wasn't like you had not consented to it. It was a mutual thing, and he's your boyfriend for god sakes, so why did you feel so damn dirty?
you cried as you showered away your thoughts and tried to wash off the feeling of disgust but it just wouldn't go.
and maybe, just maybe, deep down
you knew why.
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Once Saturday had approached, you waited for taehyung to get back home from his first art class, deciding that you both could use a quick grocery shopping trip, as well as stop by the clothing store considering tonight was the dinner with his parents and you needed an outfit.
You looked at the clock to see it was almost 12, why isnt he home yet if the class ended at 11:40?
you decided on cooking a small breakfast while you waited, something for Taehyung too because you just know he had not eaten prior before leaving, and would be hungry when he returned.
Content with preparing some bacon and toast with fruit, you placed the dish on the counter before turning and grabbing Taehyung's medication from the top cabinet. Along with eating, you also have to remind him to keep up with his meds, which he has been taking since he was 13 for his ADHD. Sometimes you believe he thinks he doesnt have it, and thats why he forgets to take it.
finally sitting down to eat, you open up your laptop and begin to type away at some homework you needed to catch up on. You had not spoken to kaito in person since Wednesday night, he asked you for coffee this morning but you made some excuse about feeling ill, which had not been a total lie. You were worried that he was going to expect this of you each time you both met up. You've never felt so wrong about something you had no reason to be ashamed of, and the worst part was, you couldn't even talk to him about it. Kaito would make it some big issue about you 'not liking him enough or some shit'. You just knew you needed your own space for a few days, and were grateful you had extra concealer to hide the past weeks evidence painted along your neck, which you hoped to God taehyung had not seen.
you were drawn out of your thoughts as you watched the door open, a cheery tae walking in.
"hi!" he smiled and walked over, eating a piece of fruit off your plate.
"hey" you spoke, looking at him. "so? how was it?"
"it was so fun!! look, I made this" he held up a small canvas with strokes of multicolored paint splashed across in an artistic way. you nodded, not fully understanding art, in the same sense he couldn't understand literature. you didn't get why paint thrown on a white base was pretty or poetic, but you let him have it.
"I like it tae, good job" you offered a smile as he held it out into your hands. "keep it!" he spoke, turning to go greet his dog.
you smiled to yourself and looked over it before turning around as well, "eat breakfast and take your meds please, I was wondering if it was possible that we could go shopping before we meet up with your parents?"
he nodded and walked over to the counter, following your orders. "yeah we can, they arent gonna be ready to pick us up until 7." he spoke, shoving bacon into his mouth.
"perfect".
-
"Tae we dont need those, we have so many bags of chips at home" you protested, slumping as you pushed the grocery cart isle through isle.
He looked at the bag of cheese puffs and walked fast to catch up to you, "ah ah ah, nope. these ones are spicy. see?" He shoved it close to your face.
"fine." you sighed, trying to find the stuff you guys actually needed, like milk, coffee creamer, and-
"Taehyung??"
what??
you both turned around to see a younger girl walking up behind you, she had short hair and was bundled up in a large jacket, which is something you mentally mocked considering it was almost April.
you've definitely never seen her before, you turn to taehyung, "who the fuc-"
"annie!" he smiled and bows politely, leaving you in shock as you watched the two interact.
"long time no see" the girl giggled, almost obnoxiously
"we just saw eachother a few hours ago" he spoke
"it was a joke, taehyung" she laughed again, peaking over his shoulder to look at me. in that moment I could have sworn I felt her cold eyes burning into my skin.
"Hello, who is this?" she smiled and tapped tae's arm.
"Oh, thats y/n. shes my roommate" tae grinned at you and returned his eyes back at Annie.
roommate? thats all? no best friend since we were in diapers? You think you know a guy.
"Hi, Im annie. Taehyung and I go way back, and by that I mean we just met today." she smirked, tae laughing and adding on "In art class"
"oh" you nodded, feeling awkward all of a sudden. "nice to meet you" you bowed and turned to your grocery list, trying to seem busy as they continued their talking.
"I really liked your art" tae murmured, "it really feels like it goes beyond the surface" you roll your eyes and turn back, watching them.
"oh that means so much, thank you." she blushed.
SHE BLUSHED?
"you know, I have a Instagram account for my art....if you wanna follow?" Annie looked up with hopeful eyes, which tae reacted to by pulling his phone out and receiving the username.
seriously....who is this bitch?
"not to interrupt, but I have to get shopping now, we still need to go to the clothing store." you spoke, only facing tae.
"ok" he smiled and said his goodbyes to the girl, waving like a little kid before he caught back up with you.
"shes nice-"
"yah im sure, can we hurry?" you cut him off, watching his eyebrows scrunch before nodding.
-
Taehyung fiddled with the nearby clothing racks while he waited for you to get out of the dressing room. He never liked to go shopping, but when he went with you he always found it somewhat amusing, unless it was clothes shopping.
He paced slowly before knocking on the door. "are you almost done" he whispered, eyes looking around at nearby people.
"tae" you breathed out, "for the 3rd time, I will be out in a few, be patient." you spoke, aggravated.
he pouted and finally sat on the bench, tapping his feet while playing a game on his phone.
once you opened the door, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Like a kid waiting for his mom, he was funny without even knowing it.
"ok, how does it look?" you asked, grabbing his attention to the light brown sweater paired with a black mini skirt. It wasn't too special but it was nice, and it looked professional.
Tae looked up, eyes tracing over you entirely before gathering his words to speak. "uh....wow, you look really good" he nodded and stood up.
"are you sure? the skirt isnt too short, right?"
somewhere in his mind he wanted to make a joke and tell you it wasn't short enough, but he decided against it.
he shook his head. "you look beautiful."
you looked at him looking at you through the mirror as a wave of chills ran through your body.
he came up and carefully felt the fabric of the sweater, the feeling of his hand on you immediately made you flinch and pull away.
ah yes, the thought of physical touch. Something which disgusted you recently.
He frowned and before he could respond you went back to change into your regular clothes so you could purchase and leave.
Once you two were in the car, Tae had offered to stop and get you something to eat, you declined politely while he got himself a sandwich.
You felt bad considering you probably made him feel like he did something wrong, he didnât. Taehyung wasnt the problem, you were.
The two of you quietly brought in the groceries, setting them on the counter. You began to put things away as you felt taehyungs eyes watching you. âWhat?â You exhaled, opening the fridge without even turning to direct your voice to him.
âAre you ok?â
âWhy wouldnt I be?â
He blinked a few times while his fingers absent mindendly began to pick at his lower lip.
âDonât do thatâ you spoke, watching him tuck his hands behind his back.
âItâs nothing Iâm just, always checking in. You are my....friend. And I want you to be okâ he spoke as if he was unsure.
You jokingly scoffed and shook your head. âIâm ok Tae, i promiseâ you turned to him finally and offered a fake smile, something he saw right through but decided against speaking on it.
You heard him sigh before he walked back to head to his room. âIâm gonna showerâ
âOkâ you mumbled and finished unpacking the groceries before taking your clothes and heading to your own room.
-
The clock read 6:40, that meant you and taehyung had to be dressed and ready to go in 20 minutes.
Taehyung decided to just slip on a button up shirt and dress pants, itâs his parents and he doesnât feel too keen on trying to impress the people who always tell him heâs making the wrong choices.
He brushed his hair, mentally noting how long itâs gotten since the last time he let you cut it. His bangs lightly framed against his face as he sprayed cologne on, leaving the room to knock at your door. âAlmost ready? Mom texted, she will be here a few minutes early?â He walked over to the hall to grab his coat off the rack, returning to hear your answer.
âIm doing my makeup!â You responded, careful with the mascara wand because you didnât want to get it on anything other than your lashes. You quickly brushed your hair, clipping your bangs to the side while fluffing up the ends. You look over yourself, praising yourself for making the right clothing decision, it matched perfectly with your lipstick. You sprayed perfume on, the aroma filling your bathroom as you slipped a pair of small black heels on, making your way to the living room.
You had left your phone out on the kitchen counter while you got ready, something taehyung noticed when he stepping into the kitchen to fill Yeontans water bowl.
Your screen suddenly lit up with a text from kaito:
Kai: hey, still feeling sick? My sister made soup and if you want I can run by and drop some off. If itâs ok i might leave it at the door, i dont really care to run into taehyung.
Taehyung scrunched his nose, scoffing and moving closer to your phone. He was highly confused by the text, turning around and finishing his task.
âIm readyyyâ you sung and hopped into the kitchen. Taehyung almost dropped the water bowl right onto the floor.
There you were, black tights , miniskirt, hair curled, all put together with red lipstick.
He swallowed hard, clearing his throat before speaking. âWell then.....â
âDo I look good?â You asked, looking down at your outfit.
âYou look even more beautiful than you did in the store todayâ he looked at the bowl as he tried to speak nonchalantly, despite the fact his heart was racing.
Howâs he supposed to suppress his feelings when you are standing there looking like THAT
âYou look very handsome, Tae. You always doâ you nodded, hoping he didnât see the way your cheeks burned with blush.
You didnât always get complimented, it wasnât like you tried to fish for it either, but considering you have to pull a single âyou look niceâ out of your boyfriend when taehyung gives them for free is kind of ridiculous.
âDo I?â He teased
âMhmâ you smiled and brushed your hand through his hair quickly. âI like when you donât use gel, the fluffy look is cuteâ you laughed and walked towards the door as taehyung put yeontan in his play gate.
He grinned to himself, knowing he will never use that gel again.
-
Once you two stepped out into the hall, he walked up to you and itched the back of his head.
âSo, not to pry or anything, but your phone was left on the counter and I saw that um...kaito texted. He mentioned something about you being sick?â
Your eyes shot wide open, pulling your phone from your purse to look at the said message.
âIf you werenât feeling good you didnât have to comeâ He shyly spoke, watching as you waved your hand at him.
âTae, i liedâ you smile, âI just wasnât up for hanging out with him today.â You add.
âOh....how come?â
You shrug, looking at him. âI donât know.â
He looked down at his feet while you two made way towards the elevator. âAlso, sorry that you saw him say that about you. He takes things super seriouslyâ you scoff.
âItâs fine, Itâs not my priority for him to like meâ he spoke, pressing the button once you two stepped in. âBesides, Im the one who gets to hang with you today, so I winâ he joked, allowing you to laugh softly and poke his arm.
It was nice to have some normalcy between you both, the past few weeks have been crazy and thereâs been a lot of emotions, but it finally feels like things are getting back to the way they used to be.
âOk so mom said her and dad would be right over hereâ he spoke as he looked at his phone, then looked up to the curb once you were outside. Your eyes peered around, there was no car yet.
âI guess we can just wait.â He put his phone away and looked around at the people on the street, something you began to join him in doing.
You both happened to catch someone dancing, making you both giggle. Your eyes then darted to an older couple crossing the street, arms linked sweetly. You nudged taes arm, grabbing his attention and whispering âlook, itâs you and Annie in the futureâ
He immediately scoffed once he saw what you were referring to. âOk I knew you were gonna make fun of me for that!â He whined and shyly walked away.
You began to laugh and ran up to him. âItâs not like thatâ he began. âYetâ you added on, watching him stop walking and turn to you.
âAh i see...you are jealous.â He smirked.
âWhat?? No!! Im not j-...why would you-...what!â You stutter, watching him begin to say something before a car horn knocks you both out of the conversation.
âHello!!â You see taehyungs mother waving her hand out the window, his father in the drivers seat as they pulled up to the curb. You bowed immediately once you got close, greeting them.
âHello Mr and Mrs. Kim, itâs been a while, I missed youâ you spoke sweetly,
âAh y/n! Itâs nice to see you again sweetheartâ his mother kindly spoke
âHi mom, dad.â Taehyung mumbled, his previously cocky state taking a more shy one.
âMy sonâ his mom gripped his face and squished his cheeks. âStill chubby, good. You are finally eating moreâ
âStopâ he whispered, checking out of the corner of his eye to make sure you werenât watching, glad you had been conversing with his father in that moment.
âOk letâs go!â She cheered, ushering you both into the back seat before telling her husband what restaurant to go to.
they had initially wanted to come over so you could cook for them, but taehyung suggested a newer French restaurant nearby he swore they needed to try. You laughed at his obvious attempt to impress them.
The two of you squished together in the back seat, moving your body closer to the window as the air suddenly left the car. âYou look lovely, y/nâ taes father complimented. âThank you Mr.Kim! You and your wife look very nice as wellâ
âHowâs college, dear?â You turned your attention to his mom, who wasted no time digging into details about your life.
âUhm itâs okay, lots of classesâ you smile, watching her nod. âStill majoring in theatre?â
âOf courseâ
She clicked her tongue playfully, choosing to not make a comment against your choice of career...or lack of.
You silently praise the fact the drive to the restaurant was quick, allowing you time to climb out and avoid the conversation.
âThis place is niceâ you whisper to Tae, watching him nod. âWe donât belong hereâ you chuckled, making him laugh as well.
Taehyungs parents join arms before stepping in, Tae moving beside you to mimic their movement, making you blush lightly.
The waiter quickly checks your reservations and moves you to a relatively quiet room with a table by the window, just how you liked.
Once you had all sat and ordered your dishes, the room for conversations opened up.
âYour Hair is getting too long taehyung, why donât you trim itâ his father mentioned as he sipped his wine.
âAh I know, i usually let y/n trim, but sheâs been busy.â He teased, looking at you.
âBusy? With what? Certainly not a jobâ his mother mumbles as he takes her jacket off and sets it to the side.
âMom...â he whispered, embarrassed for the way his Parents feel like they can talk about you as if you are their own child.
âIm just out and about, i have school and Iâm with my boyfriend a lotâ you spoke up
His moms head turned up as you talked, seeming suddenly interested.
âBoyfriend?â She laughed
âMhmâ you nodded
She turned to her husband and raised her eyebrows, both sharing a confused glance.
âWhat?â Taehyung asks, following their exchange
âOh itâs nothing, we just...â she shrugged at her son, turning her attention back to you. âWe had dinner with your parents a few days ago and we were discussing you bothâ
âOkay...â you half smiled, wondering what your own parents had said about you.
âAnd we just talked about like the pictures you guys post online...and we assumed, well, more like got the impression, that you two were together?â His mom admits.
You and taehyung both look blankly at them, silent staring before turning to eachother.
âItâs not a bad thing, your parents and us always said you would both end up togetherâ his father laughed.
âRight, so Im suprised you are dating someone elseâ his mom inquired
âStarting the night off strong I seeâ you whispered to yourself, growing embarrassed at this conversation.
The older woman continued to ask questions. âIs it a serious relationship? Doesnât he care you are living with another man?â
You took a sip of your water, clearing your throat. âWell...weâve only been together for a little while, and yeah he does but not too muc-â
âIt wonât lastâ his father cuts in casually, âyoung relationships like that come and goâ
You didnât know what else to do but nod and shove a piece of bread into your mouth.
His mother sighed and took a sip of her wine, âAh your mother and father will be disappointed at the newsâ she laughed lightly.
âItâs not disappointing, you guys canât just assume thingsâ Tae added, stepping up for you as you drowned yourself in gluten.
âWell it is disappointing. We are getting older and you know, we donât visit as much. Iâm reaching the age where Iâm ready to be a grandmaâ his mom adds, making you choke on your food.
âAre you ok?â His father asks, watching you chug your water more.
âYup! So good! So ok!â
Taehyung seems embarrassed himself, you felt bad for him too. âMom, y/n and I are just friends and we always have been, there is nothing like that in our futureâ he brushed off the pain in his chest as he defended you.
You looked at Tae for a moment before looking down and playing with your napkin.
âSadâ she responded, looking up as the waiter came over, delivering the food to each person.
âThank youâ you spoke, finally happy that your pasta had arrived. Tae laughed to himself, of course youâd get pasta at a French restaurant.
It remained quiet for the first few minutes while you all indulged in your meals.
Taehyung looked up from his plate, trying to find something to say.
âHows everything for you guys? Everyone at home all good?â He asked softly, taking a sip of his Diet Coke.
His mother nodded, âeverything is good, your father and I redid the kitchen, and we even cleared out the attic, turning it into a guest roomâ
âOh thatâs niceâ he smiled.
âSo you guys can come visit if you ever wanted toâ his father added, making you smile.
âYes that sounds funâ you replied âitâll be hard to plan something with mr workaholic over hereâ you joke, nudging Tae.
âSpeaking of that, how is work?â His father asks, taking a bite of his dish.
âItâs going well, I mostly work from home, but Iâm doing extra hours next week so..â he nodded.
âWorking from home? That must be nice, i dont see why you canât take some college classes from home at leastâ
You sigh at the conversation once again taking another rude turn. You love the kims, but itâs impossible to talk to them.
âActually, he is taking a college courseâ you smile, Turing to Tae to see a mortified expression.âWhat?â His mother perks up.
âHe just did his first class today, itâs an art class, you know, painting and stuffâ you smile sincerely. âArt....â his father snickers. You felt taehyungs leg kick against yours, obviously this wasnât something he wanted to be said. You instantly regretted trying to make him look good the moment his mother commented.
âAh taehyung you go through life thinking your doing good things but where will an art class get you huh? I worry about you so much...â she sighed and put her fork down.
âWhen will you take your life seriously? You are 23! I had a kid at your age and was marriedâ She added on, taehyung now scraping his fork against a piece of meat as he avoided eye contact.
This is almost identical to the last time we had all met up, when Tae dropped the bomb of dropping out of college. You hoped this time would be better, but unfortunately, thanks to you, it is possibly even worse.
âItâs just for fun....â you mumble, turning your eyes to see Tae looking at his shoes, tears at the brim of his eyes while he has yet to speak.
âThats the problem y/n, his whole life is fun, no work, no discipline. And I canât say different for you.â His father spoke,
âI mean who goes to college and decides to do something as risky as theatre? Unless you plan on being an award winning actress itâs going to get you nowhere.â He sighed, âyou two live in fantasy worldâ
âItâs time to grow upâ his mother added, finishing her food.
You felt a hole in your stomach, it was guilt, pure guilt. You didnât mean to ignite this, not here and not now, when we were supposed to be having fun.
Taehyung shook his head and laughed, taking your glass of wine and gulping it down in a few sips, his face scrunching up before standing and exiting outside. You watch as he goes, standing to grab the left behind jacket and phone. âYouâre just going to leave?â His mother questioned, making you shrug. âThis wasnât how dinner was supposed to go, i apologizeâ you mumble, âwe will meet up again before you guys head home, ok?â You add, chasing after taehyung.
You find him outside of the restaurant, sitting a few steps away on a staircase.
âTae...â
You walk closer, standing in front of him.
âI thought you quitâ you speak quietly, gesturing towards the cigarette in his mouth.
He doesnât reply, rather simply glares at you before turning his head and exhailing the smoke. âLook Im sorry, I didnât mean to expose anything, I feel awfulâ you reach to put your hand on his shoulder, he shudders and scooches away. âYou have a way of making me look like a fool, y/nâ he smiles, looking at the cars driving by.
You breathe, watching him articulate his thoughts. âYou think Iâm incapable of reading books you likeâ he began to list. âYou think that my job is dumb, you think the art class is stupid.â He laughed to himself and shook his head. âYou think Iâm a complete loser and could never possibly understand what it takes to be smart or successfulâ
âThats not fucking true taehyung, stop itâ you mutter, feeling like you were slapped. âSee, you are doing it right now. You feel like you need to tell me how to act, how to feel. You embarrass me and make me the foolâ he began to wipe at his cheek, standing up and walking past you as he spoke.
âYou and Kaito must have a blast making fun of how dumb I amâ he smiled and exhaled more smoke, looking at you. âYou are acting immature, itâs not funnyâ you spoke sternly. âOh but it is funny, y/n, because I donât care anymore. I donât care about trying so hard to impress you, or being smart like you, or impressing my own parentsâ he stopped in his tracks as you glared at him.
âYou focus on your little life, ok? Focus on college, focus on eventually graduating, focus on your friends, kaito, and hiding hickies because thatâs what you do best apparentlyâ he scoffed and put out his cigarette, grabbing the jacket from your hands and walking towards the direction of your apartment.
You are left in nothing but shock, once again, as he leaves you in a speechless position. You take back what you said earlier about you both returning to normalcy, because apparently you take one step forward and 20 fucking steps back with each day that passes. You couldnât help but wipe the tears that fell from your eyes as you began to walk back to the apartment as well, taehyung now out of your vision completely.
Everything recently in your life has gone so down hill, and you canât blame anyone else but yourself. Word of advice for anyone listening: donât live with your best friend then decide to add benefits and grow super attached, break said situation while also pursuing a new relationship with someone else.
It will fuck you up.
A/N: whew.....
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Rhythmâs Simplified Masterlist
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this is a simplified version of my masterlist (essentially, the summaries have been removed and the stories have been organised differently. if you want to have more details before reading a story, check the full masterlist).
Bang Chan | Chris
[23:26]: 1k ¡ Drabble [Roommate!Chan | Roomies to ???? | Fluff].
[02:11]: 1k ¡ Drabble [Boyfriend!Chan | Established Relationship | Smut | Fluff].
Safe Haven: 127k ¡ Series [SpaceRebel!Chan | Fantasy/Sci-Fi AU | Slow Burn | Pining | soulmate AU if you squint | Angst | Smut | Fluff].
Runaway Princess: 16k ¡ One Shot [RoyalKnight!Chan | Strangers to Lovers | Angst | Smut | Fluff | AU - Mediaeval Setting].
The Room: 3k ¡ One Shot [Alternative Universe | Smut | Established Relationship | Angsty].
The King of the Forest ¡ Two Shot: 01: 3k & 02: 2k [WerewolfKing!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Mild Angst | Royalty | Mediaeval Setting].
Herbie ¡ Two Shot: 01: 10k & 02: 5k [Mechanic!Chan | Smut | Fluff | Strangers to Friends to Lovers].
Five-Point Star ¡ Two Shot: 01: 6k & 02: 17k [Bodyguard/Assassin!Chan | Smut | bit of Fluff | Angst | Strangers to lovers to enemies but lovers?].
A Mutually Beneficial Agreement ¡ MiniSeries: Chapter 1: 3k, Chapter 2: 14k & Chapter 3 [Demon!Chan | Supernatural AU | Angst | Smut | Some fluff].
The Realm of Nyaldra ¡ Two Shot: Purple Flame: 6k & The Beginning of the End: 2k [Dokkaebi!Chan | Fantasy AU | Royalty AU | Established Relationship | Star-crossed Lovers | Smut | bit Angsty].
WereRoommies ¡ Series of One Shots/Drabbles: Itâs Cold Out: 8k ¡ Rut: 4k ¡ Alpha Dog: 17k ¡ Itâs Warm In: 4k ¡ Love is Easy: 10k ¡ Surprise: 2k ¡ Afraid to Lose You: 9k [Werewolf!Chan | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Roomies to Lovers | Smut | Fluff | Angst | Soulmate AU? đ | Established Relationship].
Lee know | Minho
Alone Together: 8k ¡ One Shot [SpacePirate!Lino | Sci-Fi AU | Smut | Established Relationship (kind of) | Lovers (idiots) to Even More Lovers (affectionate)].
The Taste of Love: 3k ¡ One Shot [Vampire!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Some Fluff | Mediaeval Setting].
Cherry eyes, cherry lips: 1k ¡ Drabble [Vampire!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Fluff].
Backseat: 1k ¡ Drabble [BestFriend!Lino | Smut | Best Friends to Lovers].
WereRoommies ¡ Series of One Shots: Camping with Wolves: 11k ¡ Dog Unleashed: 11k ¡ Are You There, Wolf?: 8k [Werewolf!Lino | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | bit of Angst | Best Friends to Lovers | Established Relationship].
Changbin
Get Used to It: 3k ¡ One Shot [non-Idol!AU | Slice of Life | Fluff | Mild Smut].
In the Labyrinth: 14k ¡ One Shot [Minotaur!Changbin | Mythical/Fantasy AU | Angst | Smut | Fluff].
WereRoommies ¡ Series of One Shots: Finding Comfort in Autumn: 16k ¡ Heat: 6k ¡ The Love I Always Dreamt Of: 5k ¡ The Wedding Planners: 3k [Werewolf!Changbin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Rivals? to Lovers | Roomies to Lovers | Fluff | Smut | Angst | Slow Burn | Established Relationship].
Hyunjin
Blessed: 4k ¡ One Shot [Incubus!Hyunjin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Suggestive | Mild Smut].
WereRoommies ¡ Series of One Shots: Of Apples and Moss Beds: 15k [Werewolf!Felix ft. Werewolf!Hyunjin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Angst | Fluff | Strangers to Lovers | Soulmate AU?].
Han Jisung
[00:08]: 1k ¡ Drabble [Suggestive | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers].
Felix
WereRoommies ¡ Series of One Shots: Of Apples and Moss Beds: 15k [Werewolf!Felix ft. Werewolf!Hyunjin | Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Angst | Fluff | Strangers to Lovers | Soulmate AU?].
Seungmin
A Helping Hand: 4k ¡ One Shot [LabHybrid!Seungmin | Smut | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers | Roommates to Lovers].
I.N | Jeongin
Odd Eyes: 5k ¡ One Shot [Demon!Jeongin | Period setting | Mild Angst | Fluff if you squint?].
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Fics of the Week - Nov 20 - 26, 2022
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AMERICA'S MOST ELIGIBLE
Waiting Game | Carson Stewart x MC - @peonyblossom
BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW
One More Light | Tyril Starfury x F!Elf!MC - @aallotarenunelma Still Breathing | Tyril Starfury x F!Elf!MC - @starlight-starfury đ¤
IT LIVES IN THE WOODS
And They Were Roommates Part 2 | Amalia x M!MC - @aces-and-angels đĽ
OPEN HEART
RED CARPET DIARIES
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âIf I could stop loving you, I would.â With any of the pilots
love that's a real long shot
pairing- hangman x pilot!reader (callsign violet)
synopsis- you and jake keep running into each other over the years and jake just canât seem to let you go
warnings- fwb! happy ending!!! angst! 18+ for slight smuttiness (if you read my normal stuff this is extremely tame comparatively - just want to manage expectations đ) light enemies to itâs just sex to pining to lovers. naval inaccuracies but it's my pretend world y'all just live in it, sad jake's pov but he's pretty he'll be fine
length- 7.7k
an- companion piece to this 0.6k drabble one time thing but that is not required reading - pretty much all of ott is revisited in this fic
i really, really donât know how I feel about this one but i've been tinkering and agonizing over it forever and i have to be done so LOL here ya go
credit for the cs violet goes to my soulmate @justfandomwritings thank you for loving angst as much as i do, thank you for being brilliant
title courtesy of it ain't over - the black keys
tagging those that were upset with me for the ending of one time thing - @unstablecaffeinatedmind / @ahopelessromanticwritersworld / @gigisimsonmars / @flashyourgreeneyesatme / @forever-sleepy-sloth / @gingerbreadandpaper / @lovingjakeseresin
also - @mandylove1000 ily
Virginia Beach, 2019
Jakeâs glad the packed bar gives him enough cover to stay hidden when he overhears Bradshaw asking his new roommate if sheâs interested in him.
He bites back a huff of annoyance, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He talked to her for all of five seconds before mustache boy strutted up to make it very clear his friend was off-limits, was barely even flirting with her. Charming smiles are basically a reflex of his at this point.
âThat man has never given a girl an orgasm.â
Jake rolls his eyes but keeps his mouth shut. Itâs categorically untrue, but who cares what Bradshawâs roommate thinks?
Your back is to him too, but he hears you hum in agreement, stifling a laugh. Jakeâs hackles suddenly raise, and he briefly wonders why it irritates him so much that you seem to agree with that statement.
Rooster chokes on his beer. âExcuse me?â
She shrugs, fidgeting with her drink. âYou were asking if I was into your friend â Hangman, was it? That should be enough of an answer.â
âI donât really want to think about Seresinâs like in bed.â
âYouâre breaking my heart, little bird,â Jake drawls from behind Rooster, figuring he should let you guys know of his presence before you get any further. âAnd here I thought we had something special.â
You roll your eyes before pushing your stool back. âWell, thatâs my cue to leave.â
Jake immediately wonders what the appropriate amount of time is before he can excuse himself too.
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âIf you wanted to know what Iâm like behind closed doors, you couldâve just asked, darlinâ,â Jake murmurs from behind you, having found the corner of the bar you disappeared to. âIâd be happy to give you a lesson. Iâm very hands-on.â
âHard pass, Hangman.â
He smiles lazily, turning the charm up to full wattage and leaning on the bar next to you. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough to make you avert your eyes from his bicep and shift a little in your seat.
âI have a pretty good idea already.â
His smirk goes a little sharp around the edges, a predator locking in his prey. âThat so? And what idea might that be?â
You raise an eyebrow. The derision you manage to convey in one unimpressed glance goes straight to his cock.
His eyes flash, fingers clenching around his beer, but he makes sure the infamous smirk stays put. âThink youâve got me figured out?â
You shrug. âGuys that look like you are rarely anything more than a disappointment in bed.â
He smiles at that, leaning towards playful instead of goading, wondering if youâve realized what you just admitted. âI think youâre pretty too, sweetheart.â
âYouâre intelligent enough to know what you look like. Itâd be stupid to pretend otherwise.â
He rolls his beer between his palms, gaze far away and calculating.
âStop that.â
âStop what?â He asks, feigned innocence taking over as he brings his eyes back to you.
âStop thinking about how youâre gonna get me to sleep with you.â
The problem for you is, Jake sees the way you look at him. And itâs nothing like the polite boredom heâs witnessed you grace guys with when they truly donât have a chance with you.
âTell me one thing, Violet,â he says, your callsign rolling off his tongue like honey. âWhy is it that youâre so nice to everyone else, but so mean to me?â
âMaybe I just donât like you that much,â you answer, but the barbs in your words are undermined by the way your eyes dart to his chest. He wants to pat himself on the back for going home to change out of his flight suit and into a threadbare grey t-shirt before coming out tonight.
Jake purses his lips, nodding like heâs seriously considering your words, leaning in, and lowering his voice. âOr maybe, you like me a little more than youâd care to admit.â
You shoot him a dirty look for invading your space. âYouâd like to think that, wouldnât you?â
Your thighs press together, almost imperceptibly. If he wasnât completely attuned to you, he probably wouldâve missed it.
Bingo.
âTell me to fuck off and I will,â Jake rumbles, mouth ghosting over your ear now, too close to be played off as a joke. âOr let me prove you wrong.â
When you lift your eyes to meet his, refusing to shy away from him towering over you in your seat, thereâs something dark, something glazed taking them over.
âA one-time thing and Iâll never bring it up again,â Jake promises. âI have new orders for Lemoore anyways; I leave in two days.â
âFuck,â you whisper. âTake me home before I change my mind, Seresin.â
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Youâve been gripping his hair for what seems like hours, thighs still shaking where theyâre bracketed around Jakeâs head.
âWhat was it â Iâve never given a girl an orgasm?â He asks smugly. âI must be some kind of prodigy, then.â
âDonât ruin my afterglow,â you manage, voice hoarse. Youâre still far too coherent for his liking, and Jake ducks his head back down, savoring the broken moan that rips from your throat.
He doesnât stop until the only word you can form is his name.
North Island, 2020
âLook who showed up,â Jake calls from across the Hard Deck, eyes running down your body. He shifts, adjusting himself as subtly as he can. âIf it ainât Violet.â
As generic as your uniform is, all he can picture now is the body he knows lies beneath it.
âHangman,â you say, not quite able to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
âGlad to see we have a runner-up for the TOPGUN trophy.â
You look almost, dare he say, fond? âYour ego hasnât dimmed a bit, has it Hang?â
Jake gives you another obvious once-over, smirking to balance out the warmth he canât keep out of his voice. âGood to see you, sweetheart.â
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Jakeâs skin has been buzzing all night, high off his win, drunk off being within inches of you outside the Hard Deck after thirteen weeks of having you just out of armâs reach.
âCongratulations,â you say, and you donât even seem that sore about it. Your eyes linger on where his shirt has slowly been coming unbuttoned as the night wears on when you add, âCanât believe you beat me for first place.â
âAn inevitability, darlinâ.â Jake leans in, pleased to see your mouth part in his proximity. âDonât tell anyone, but I mightâve worried you were gonna give me a run for my money for a second there.â
You scoff, but donât move away, if anything you sway closer. His fingers twitch at his sides, fighting to pull you against him, aching to run his hands up your bare legs and under your flimsy sundress, to see if youâre as wet as the heat in your eyes suggests.
You turn to face the ocean, which just pushes your hips in closer to him and makes Jakeâs mouth water. âObviously. You barely won.â
He winks, knowing youâre keeping tabs on him from your periphery even as you pretend to study the crashing waves in front of you. âThatâll be our secret. Care to congratulate me in private?â
âThought you said that was a one-time thing, Seresin.â Thereâs a teasing lilt to your voice and in that moment, Jake knows heâs won for the second time today.
âShut up and meet me at my truck.â
You smirk, turning on your heel without another word.
Jake doesnât take his time with you this time. Only immense self restraint and the threat of being slapped with a public indecency charge keeps him from bending you over in the parking lot of the Hard Deck.
It doesnât help that you seem less than willing to wait too, running delicate fingers along the inseam of his jeans, letting your skirt ride higher and higher as you shift in the passenger seat, giggling as he swerves when he catches a glimpse of red lace between your thighs.
By the time you reach his house youâre practically dragging him up the stairs by his belt loops, looking like youâre heading for the bedroom before he pushes you back up against the front door and takes you right there.
The second round you only make it as far as the couch, but he at least manages to get your clothes all the way off.
When you finally end up in his bed youâre both still panting and spent, Jake curling around you even though heâs tacky with sweat.
âIâll be in Lemoore, now that Iâm done with TOPGUN,â you whisper when youâre forming coherent sentences again, so quiet he can hardly hear you over the wind whipping against his bedroom window. âI think itâs short term, but weâll see.â
Something warm lights up in Jake that he doesnât want to examine very closely. âGood, everyone there is shit at pool. Iâm in need of some actual competition.â
You smile against his skin and he drops a kiss to the top of your head, wondering if you can feel his heart speeding up.
Lemoore, 2021
Youâre tracing mindless shapes across Jakeâs chest, playing with his chest hair when you rip the rug out from underneath him.
âGot my new orders.â
Itâs always amused him how fond you are of his chest hair, so it takes a few seconds for your words to sink in. When he does, his entire body flashes hot, then cold. He hopes you donât notice the rigidity suddenly running through him. âWhen do you leave?â
Your face is blank, frustratingly neutral. âTomorrow.â
Jake takes as deep of a breath as he can manage without being noticeable. Which given your proximity to his chest, is not very. He wants to be mad you didnât tell him sooner, but the rational part of his brain reminds him he has no right to be.
âWhere to?â He asks after a few beats of silence when heâs pretty sure itâll come out even.
âFallon.â
The scoff he lets out is genuine, at least. âGross.â
Your indifference breaks as you giggle against his skin at his derision and he forgets that this is the last time heâll get to have you like this. For now, at least.
âAre you spending the night?â
Jake doesnât know why you ask anymore, in the last year heâs said no to sleeping in your bed zero times. He's turned down the opportunity to save you from sleazy guys hitting on you in dive bars even less than that - which is to say he does it without being asked and without even checking if you want his help anymore. Tact really is his middle name.
But like always, you ask and like always, he fights to keep the eagerness out of his voice. Heâs fortunate to have decades of practice of keeping his tone level under his belt. âIf you want me to.â
âI do,â you whisper, face still tucked into him, but he manages to see your lips purse, looking like you want to say more.
You donât, though, and Jake hides his smile in your hair rather than commenting.
âGood. Wanna wake you up with my mouth on you,â he murmurs, trailing said mouth against your soft skin. He wills himself to say something else, to tell you heâll miss you, that he doesnât want whatever this is to end.
But his tongue stays stuck, arms tightening as his body says what his lips canât.
North Island, 2022
Jakeâs fists are clenched by his side, nails digging into his palms, pinpricks of pain the only thing keeping him from seeing red.
âIâm sorry?â You look confused. Scarlet edges into the corners of his vision. âThat I didnât tell you they sent me back to TOPGUN too? I havenât seen you in almost a year, Jake.â
âDonât act like we havenât talked since then.â Jake doesnât want to know what his face looks like, his normally careful façade shattered in favor of quiet outrage. âI think you know you were supposed to mention it.â
You had talked. Mostly sporadic, surface-level texts. Memes of an exasperated Chris Pine on his press tour he knew you would get a kick out of. In return, he received a graph detailing Leonardo DiCaprioâs age versus his girlfriendsâ, noting a clear age limit. You kept your jokes about him being a future Leo to a minimum, at least.
And on one memorable occasion, you called him drunk, and he got to talk to you for an hour after you snarkily admitted to missing him.
Neither of you mentioned it the next day.
You deflate. âMaybe. I donât know what you want from me. We were always playing by your rules here.â
Jakeâs mouth forms a tight line. âRight. My rules.â
Some bullshit he said, before Lemoore, way back in Oceana. Before youâd slept together, before TOPGUN, before heâd gotten to know the real you, before youâd gotten under his skin.
âLetâs just get through this mission, itâll be easier if weâre not fighting. You do enough goading with Rooster.â
Jakeâs so caught up in his own head that he doesnât even bother to protest about Rooster. Heâs grinding his teeth, jaw clenched so the rest of his body can remain still. He knows, on some level, that heâs probably overreacting. But he mentioned this return to TOPGUN to you last week and he canât help but feel like heâs playing catch up when suddenly youâre here too.
If thereâs one thing Hangman doesnât allow, itâs being left behind. Â
He doesnât know why this is on the laundry list of things you refuse to talk about. Thatâs probably the most frustrating of it all. Youâve always been the puzzle he canât quite figure out.
âWeâll stay out of each otherâs way,â he finds himself saying, mask slipping back into place. âFocus on the mission.â
âYeah, focus on the mission,â you echo, and Jake wonders if it feels hollow to you too.
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Your head is on Jakeâs chest again, bare legs tangled with his and the tension is finally bleeding from his body.
âDonât like fighting with you,â you mumble, muffled by his arms wrapped around you.
âEnded well,â he jokes, magnanimously gesturing to your naked state just barely covered by the thin sheet. âGave us a vigor we havenât had in a while.â
He feels your cheeks grow warm where theyâre pressed against his skin, clearly thinking back to the adrenaline laden, âthank God weâre alive sexâ that lead to the casualty of at least one lamp.
Jake silently thanks Maverick for being such a hot mess that the Navy is unlikely to worry about a few broken items in his bunk. Â
He smirks at your embarrassment, as if falling into bed together is anything new. Itâs the post-orgasm glow, he knows it is, but Jake feels the truth bubbling to the surface. Wouldnât it be so easy not to let this end?
âYeah.â You sigh, not meeting his eyes. âI donât know. All the arguing, then making up so we can fool around. Itâs time for us to grow up, donât you think?â
Jake lets the words die on the tip of his tongue.
âProbably,â he manages.
He kisses you deeply, saying what his lips wonât. He doesnât mean for it to turn heated; he just canât bear to let you go yet.
Making love is the only way to describe what comes next. Youâve been at this for a long time, going on three years, and youâve fucked; hard and fast and fiery. Youâve slept together; gentle and languid and easy.
Itâs never felt quite like this.
When he slides into you for what he knows will be the last time, he tries to memorize every line of your face, every gasp from your parted lips, every flutter of your lashes. Itâll be months before he forgets the soft, unguarded shine of your eyes, the way your fingers feel tangled on the nape of his neck.
It feels like goodbye.
North Island, 2023
Your name is out of Jakeâs mouth before he can stop himself, longing bowling over his reasoning abilities. Every urge to text you that he stomped out over the last year shows itself as a waste since any sense of self-preservation goes out the window once he lays his eyes on you.
It doesnât hurt any less to see you without warning in Coronado, but at least this time he holds onto the reigns tightly enough to keep his tone level.
Your voice is happy when you turn towards him, and Jake tries not to outwardly react. âHangman, hi.â
He wants to rush over, grab onto you, and never let go. Wants to tuck his nose into your hair, smell warm citrus, and have that niggle in the back of his brain soothed.
He waves as you stride towards him instead, boots cemented to the floor. âBack in California already?â
You chuckle, the adorable, lyrical sound raising goosebumps on his arms beneath his flight suit. âThank God. Fallonâs a shithole.â
Jakeâs mouth is open to respond when he clocks someone with curly dark hair behind you, moving forward decisively to your side.
âBabe,â the guy says, and Jakeâs spine stiffens, noting the inch or two he has over this mystery guy out of reflex. âHope you werenât waiting long.â
Thereâs a split second where your expression shutters, where Jake thinks the fight or flight thrumming through him might not be necessary.
But as quickly as it shows up itâs gone, and he finds himself hoping the boom of jets taking off covers up the sound of his chest cracking open.
âBrandon, this is Hangman. We were in the same class at TOPGUN.â
Jakeâs mouth is dry, tongue glued to the roof of his mouth as he internally winces at the obvious reduction of your history. Â
âRiot,â Brandon says, sticking his hand out to shake. Jake tries not to crush the bones in his fingers.
Riot and Violet, he thinks sarcastically. How cute.
âYouâre with the Eightballers.â Jake glances at his patches, making sure to keep his tone neutral.
Helicopters. He wants to roll his eyes.
Riot nods and you grin, letting it light up your whole face. âHis friends canât believe he ended up with a jet bro. Can you imagine the shit I have to endure, hanging out with these helo knuckleheads?â
You're unmistakably fond, and Jake feels bile rising in his throat. Mercifully, heâs saved from having to answer by a group of pilots trying to get your attention.
âIt was good to see you." Your smile softens as you turn to leave, the sun shining around your head, painting you in gold.
He nods. âIâm sure Iâll see you guys around.â
Jake doesnât sprint to get away from you, heâs too calculated for that, but itâs a near thing. If his strides are just a touch longer than normal, no one has to know.
North Island, 2024
âItâs nice, what you guys have,â Jake's mouth is saying outside the Hard Deck, celebrating your fucking engagement, of all things. The words taste like acid on his tongue.
âDonât tell me, eternal bachelor, Jake Seresin is thinking about settling down. The women of California will be knocking down your front door.â
Jake wants to laugh, that thatâs still what you think of him. But knowing itâll just come out thick and wet, he keeps the noises to himself. He hasnât done much in the last year to combat that reputation â Coronadoâs smaller than heâd like and youâve never seen him with the same girl twice because he hasnât been with the same girl twice.
Whatâs that they say about old habits?
He takes another sip of his beer instead. âNo.â
The teasing is still lighting up your features, barely visible in the moonlight. âJust an introspective mood then, huh? Donât hurt yourself.â
âThinking about what it mightâve been like.â
âWhat?â
âTo be with you.â
You blink.
âYou never gave me a shot,â Jake continues. He canât help himself. âYou were always convinced I wouldnât pull the trigger.â
âI donât think you would have.â
âI think youâre wrong. Doesnât matter now though, does it?â
Jake tries to smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. He canât help but reach out for you, squeezing your wrist one last time, studiously avoiding looking at the diamond on your other hand. âIâm happy for you, sweetheart.â
Itâs only partially a lie.
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Jake wishes he could say the noise wakes him up, but heâs already busy staring at his ceiling fan and its endless circles when he hears the pounding on his front door.
He knows itâll be you before he finishes rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.
âWhat the hell is your problem?â
Jake scrubs his hand over his chin, nose scrunching. âSweetheart, itâs the middle of the night.â
You glower at him in response.
Whether itâs for the term of endearment or the fact that he couldnât keep his mouth shut in the face of your blinding diamond ring or some combination of the two, he doesnât know. What he does know is that you have every right to be mad at him, after spilling secrets heâs held close to his chest for years.
He sighs, wishing he could say the timing was an accident, but he canât lie to himself quite that well. âCome inside at least, so the neighbors donât call the cops.â
Apparently, your earlier question was rhetorical because the moment the door is closed, youâre rambling, talking at him, really. After a couple of minutes of watching you spew a bunch of nonsense to skirt around the issue at hand, with no end in sight, Jake sighs again and moves into the kitchen to pour himself a drink.
The wooden chair creaks as he settles his weight into it, sliding a glass over to you wordlessly. Heâs not even sure youâll notice itâs there, but you pick it up and gesticulate wildly with it before taking a sip. Heâs somewhat impressed you donât spill a drop.
You havenât sat down, canât seem to stop moving and Jake wishes he had a toothpick.
âWe were so chaotic, Jake. We wouldnât have worked.â
You finally look at him, taking a deep breath. Jake wonders about your lung capacity since you clearly havenât breathed since barging into his off-base housing.
âIâm not arguing.â
Youâre pacing back and forth, frustration bleeding from every pore. âWhat do you want me to say?â
Despite everything, Jake manages a smirk at that, albeit dimmer than normal. âI havenât said anything for, like, ten entire minutes.â
The scowl he gets for that little comment is unbearably cute. He tries to ignore the tightening in his chest, stay in reality. âIs that what you stormed over to my house in the middle of the night to tell me, that we shouldnât be together?â
You visibly deflate. âI donât know why Iâm here.â
Thereâs an inkling in the back of Jakeâs brain that says he does, but he tells it to shut up.
You do not have a history of sticking around when it comes to verbal confrontation, and heâs painstakingly aware that one misstep could have you sprinting out the door.
It was something that worked well with you two, at the beginning, when everything was easy and fun. Blowing off steam with the competition, neither of you had ever been any good at talking so you figured why bother?
âIâm sorry, sweetheart. I shouldnât have said anything.â
âWhy now? Donât you think your timing sucks a little bit?â
âI donât know.â
Itâs a lie.
He knows. As much as heâd like to tell himself he was overwhelmed, seeing the ring on your finger, watching everyone congratulate you and your fiancĂŠ, deep down he knows thatâs not true.
Like everything he does, it was deliberate. There was something telling him this was his last chance. Is his last chance.
âIf I could stop loving you, I would.â
You drop down into the chair across from him, stalling as your brain clearly restarts.
âLoving, present tense?â
Thereâs a weariness to your voice that he doesnât like one bit, which makes his heart drop into his stomach as heâs reminded of the risk in telling you this. A calculated risk, but still a risk. One where heâs already bet big, his chips all in, but the river is flipping over, and his gut tells him before he sees it that itâs not the card he needs.
He takes a sip of his Balcones, hoping the burn scorches the rampage building beneath his ribs.
You purse your lips, waiting for a response.
Jake shrugs, but heâs aware it doesnât have the effect heâs going for when the tension refuses to bleed from his shoulders.
You look like youâve forgotten how to breathe and will pass out any minute now. Jake debates the merits of passing out to get out of the hell that is this confession.
He avoids your eyes instead. Coward, his brain screams at him, willing him to look up at meet your gaze. âIâve tried to stop.â
Hangman makes strategic withdrawals. When someone canât be needled into responding, he pulls back. This is different. Heâs never backed down from confrontation out of fear and he hates it, like heâs just discovered his skin doesnât quite fit him.
Your mouth opens and closes several times without a noise leaving and it frustrates him to no end. When he grits his teeth, he doesnât know if itâs to hold back the pleading and desperation or frustration at having flayed himself open only to receive silence. âSay something.â
âIâm shipping out,â you tell him as if thatâs any sort of answer. âOn Monday.â
Jake blinks. That's only three days from now, he wants to say. Opens his mouth and closes it, once, twice. Doesnât bother with a third time. It won't change anything.
Maybe that is his answer. Let this go, this hope heâs carried onto multiple aircraft carriers, through several states, across endless miles of sky.
This is you telling him to let you go. To start over.
Hawaii, 2025
Some things have changed in 2025. Jakeâs ability to control his mouth at the sight of you is not one of them.
âWhereâs our helo hero?â
He feels pretty good about that one. As hard as it is to see you, as much as his entire being aches to touch you, heâs going to be normal with you and your fiancĂŠ. He owes you that at least.
Unfortunately, for him or for you â he doesnât know who suffers more at this point â normal includes the patented Hangman barbs he just canât seem to let go of.
âSeresin,â Phoenix whispers harshly.
Jake immediately thinks heâs missing a puzzle piece, that heâs flying blind, making a drop decision without a laser. Unwilling to admit anything he does what he always does; he rolls his shoulders back and smirks.
You shift from on your feet, clearly uncomfortable. âHeâs not coming.â
He canât resist the jab, but it feels sticky in his mouth. âAw, come on, the rest of us managed to sync up our leaves, but helos are just too important?â
Phoenix pinches the bridge of her nose, scowling at him, murder in her eyes. âHangman, shut up.â
He tries to pretend that look doesnât send chills down his spine, but heâs man enough to admit that Natasha Trace could put the fear of God into just about anyone.
You cough, shifting uncomfortably on your feet. âUh, we broke up.â
Jake looks around, sure the world is suddenly tilting the wrong way on its axis. Fortunately, the rest of the group seems to be trickling in, so you and Phoenix donât detect his crisis.
âSorry, sweetheart,â he murmurs quietly while Phoenix is distracted by Bradshaw strutting towards them. âI didnât know.â
You give him a tight-lipped smile, a mask so familiar he feels like heâs staring into a mirror. Jakeâs seen this cover before, itâs fight or flight. In the next few seconds, youâll either be pretending he doesnât exist, or youâll be cutting through his armor with a few well-placed, very specific remarks.
You angle away from him, surveying Fanboy and Payback to your left. âAll good, Hang.â
Guess it's flight.
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Several bars and a few too many shots later, Coyote elbows Jake in the side. âWhatâs up with you tonight?â
âJust bored of beating yâall in darts,â Jake insists with a cocky grin he knows doesnât reach his eyes. He just hopes no one notices.
Luckily for him, the only person that always sees straight through his bullshit smirks is you. And youâre at the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender, politely making conversation with some cheesy tourist.
A guy in an atrocious Hawaiian shirt (that he probably bought yesterday at the nearest ABC store, his internal monologue snidely adds) is clearly hitting on you and Jake forgot what itâs like to watch this. Because itâs been years since you were single, he forgot how it feels with sharks circling in the water around you, seeing you make small talk with strangers who have no reason to stop because youâre so goddamn kind and thereâs no boyfriend for you to mention that will abruptly end their interest.
Thereâs a chance you actually want to talk to this chump, but Jake promptly tells that line of thought to kick rocks.
He kind of wants to throw himself into the ocean and drift away from this stupid vacation he shouldâve never agreed to. Mrs. Lee will be fine watering his plants if he never comes back, right?
Because once upon a time, in a shitty bar in Lemoore, heâd save you so you wouldnât have to turn anyone down and heâd tease you, that no one thatâs seen you in the air, so quick and decisive and cunning, would ever believe youâd need a knight in shining armor to keep the creeps at bay. Youâd tell him to shut up before dragging him out of there by his belt.
He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the memory. As it stands, the ocean is probably his best bet.
âPool?â You ask when you return with a fresh mojito, sans cheesy Hawaiian shirt, and everyone rolls their eyes.
âMiss the Hard Deck already, Vi?â Fanboy teases.
Even though the ice between you hasnât completely thawed yet, Jake ignores him in favor of getting up, making his way toward the table in silent agreement. He figures itâll give him something to do besides staring at the side of your head.
If his mid-game trash talk is a little pointed, a little too on the nose; well, thatâll stay between the two of you.
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Jake tenses as he hears the back door of the bar swing open behind him, footsteps heavy and likely belonging to a number of people he doesnât want to explain his sour mood to right now.
âSurprised you and Vi arenât still going at it at the pool table, thought it was about to be a rematch of TOPGUN in there,â Rooster says.
âCouldnât beat me then, canât beat me now." He chuckles out of reflex more than anything, but it feels hollow and forced. "Sometimes I just like to rile her up, get her out of that shell she always wears on the ground.â
Rooster hums in agreement. âBetter than the last time I saw you two together. You barely looked at each other then.â
During the Maverick mission, Jake hears lingering in the silence in the humid Hawaii air.
âSure,â the blond says, willing to agree to anything that stops this train in its tracks. Â
âThere a story there?â Rooster asks slowly, careful as ever.
âNo,â he answers, but itâs rote, automatic. Even Bradshaw isnât dense enough to miss the friction between you two, Jake knows that.
Rooster raises an eyebrow and Jake pointedly ignores him in favor of pulling a toothpick out of his pocket.
âHowâs your girl, Bradshaw? Are you guys ever going to stop living in sin and tie the knot?â
He doesnât comment on the abrupt change of subject, shrugging. âWeâre happy. Sheâs pretty focused on her career right now. But when sheâs ready.â
âI guess when you start fucking your roommate itâs nothing but sin from there on out, anyways, huh?â
The other man grins. âJealous?â
Jake canât help the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, an admission in its own right. Just not for what Rooster's implying. âMaybe.â
âPlanning on coming after my girlfriend? Gotta tell you, Hangman, back in Virginia she was never very impressed by you.â
âSheâs not my type. Any girl thatâs into that atrocious caterpillar above your lip clearly has impaired vision.â
The other man brushes aside the dig easily. âThatâs right. You only had eyes for Vi back then.â
Jake fights a full-body cringe, blaming the fact that he just walked straight into Roosterâs trap on the shots he took with Javy earlier. âWhat do you know? You hated me in Oceana.â
âWho says I donât hate you now?â
âTouchĂŠ.â
Rooster sighs, long-suffering like he canât believe heâs the one that got saddled with the job of making sure Jake isnât gonna lose it and ruin their vacation. âSeresin, youâre not the only one who notices things.â
Jake doesnât need to dignify that with an answer. Heâll turn in his wings the day Rooster is more observant than him.
âSeems like forever ago, now, but I always thought she had a thing for you too.â
âI donât know where you got that from, she was always arguing with me.â
Rooster waves it off. âPulling your pigtails. Sound familiar?â He shoots him a knowing look that Jake pretends he doesnât see, which unfortunately just gives mustache boy the idea he should continue.
âYeah, sure,â Jake agrees, not without an air of sarcasm. Rooster may be right but itâs not like heâs going to genuinely admit that.
âDâyou ever play Sudoku? My mom always loved it.â
Jake tries not to get whiplash, schooling his face into something neutral. He doesnât know the ins and outs of Bradshawâs childhood, but enough to know the other manâs putting a lot of faith in him by bringing his mom up at all.
âDid she?â he echoes, for lack of anything better to say.
Rooster nods, eyes far away, unfocused. âThe thing about Sudoku is, you have to think about where youâre placing the numbers, so they donât interfere with numbers in other boxes and lines.â
Jake barely bites back the word obviously, accompanied by a roll of his eyes.
âWhen we started dating, things werenât always easy. We went from zero to sixty at the beginning, already living together.â
âBut your mom loved sudoku,â Jake says, albeit dryly. âSo, you knew to look at the puzzle as a whole.â
Rooster knocks their shoulders together in agreement, now youâre getting it.
âWe had to slow down, take a look at what we were doing, where we were going, talk so that we didnât fuck it up before it could even start.â
The blonde sighs. Leave it to Rooster to use some convoluted metaphor for Jake to parse out when his brain already feels like itâs been muddled alongside the mint in your mojitos.
âMânot the guy you should go to for relationship advice, normally.â
Jake snorts. âNo shit.â
Rooster shoots him a bit of side-eye for that but nonetheless barrels on. âBut Iâve known you and Vi a long time. For the better part of a decade.â
And isnât that a thought, that Bradshaw of all people would be the one to know you and Jake better than anyone else?
âIs this your long-winded way of saying Vi and I need to slow down?â
He shrugs. âMaybe. Maybe not. Just gotta figure out the key. Whatever that looks like for you guys.â
Jake turns it over in his head a few times, pushing down his every instinct to blow this off, to make a joke that breaks the intensity thatâs thicker than the Hawaii humidity.
âPatience,â he mutters, because of course it would be that for Bradshaw. âTrusting youâll get there when you get there, not letting the pressure get to you guys.â
âHm?â
âThatâs your key.â
âYeah,â Rooster nods, before taking a pull of his drink. âBut maybe our puzzles are different.â
Jake scrunches his nose, so unused to metaphors and convoluted thinking. His head is still a jumbled mess, unpacking everything heâs learned in the last twelve hours.
âSometimes you have to drop down and take the shot. Donât pretend like thatâs not in your wheelhouse, Seresin. Youâve always held back with her. Too scared sheâs the only one that can keep up with you, maybe. That she's the only one you wonât shake off your tail.â
Rooster is frighteningly insightful tonight. Jake resolves to switch to whatever heâs drinking the moment he goes back inside.
âWhat would you have me do?â He asks, maybe a little more abrupt than Rooster deserves.
âBasic, normal, human communication would be a start.â
Jake flips him off.
âNot letting her go again, would be the next.â
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It only takes Jake one Dark ânâ Stormy (of course, Rooster's drinking something that Jake feels like an idiot ordering) to build up the courage to follow you outside.
âYou called it off.â
Itâs not what he planned to say when he saw you sneaking out the back door of the bar. He was going to let you bring it up, maybe goad you into telling him what happened.
But heâs starting to realize his puzzle is less of a Sudoku and more of a jigsaw. He doesnât know all the steps to complete the goal and wonât know until heâs in the middle of it. Each step comes up when it needs to, and heâll have to figure it out then.
At least, he thinks thatâs the point Bradshaw was trying to make. You two have to talk about something real, at some point, but patience hasnât gotten him anywhere with you in the last six years.
You nod, staring into the distance, eyes focused on the water ahead.
âWhen?â
âRight before I deployed.â
Jake balks. Heâs not sure what he expected your answer to be, but it wasnât that. âAnd you didnât think that was something you should tell me?â
You look down at your hands. Jake suddenly feels like an idiot, for not thinking anything of your bare ring finger. He shouldâve known. He just assumed youâd become one of the many pilots thatâs allergic to wedding rings.
âI wasnâtâI didnât know what to say.â
Thereâs something working its way into the edges of his earshot, a timer dinging, the buzz of the right answer chiming. He laughs but thereâs no humor in it. Itâs only because otherwise, heâll scream, as the puzzle pieces finally fit together.
âThat was almost a year ago,â he mutters because heâs a glutton for punishment.
You continue staring at the water, still refusing to meet his gaze.
And he remembers, youâve never been good at saying the hard things. As fierce as you are in the air, you temper your words on the ground, too wary to cut someone to the bone.
Shrinking violet, he thinks, wondering who was even well-read enough in your first squadron to know that reference.
He takes your silence for the answer that it is, nodding curtly and squeezing your wrist before turning to go back inside, a mirror of the last time his chest felt like candy glass, just waiting for the director to start the next take so it could have its turn to be shattered.
You finally turn to him, eyes glassy with tears. âJake, IâŚâ
He canât wait for you to finish, doesnât want to hear an excuse. Patience has never been his strong suit.
Jake shakes his head, biting his cheek to keep the tears at bay. Youâve never seen him cry and heâll die before he lets that change on the back patio of this kitschy tiki bar. âMessage received, Vi.â
Fucking Rooster. This is why he put this off for so long. Itâs excruciating.
âNo, Jakeâthatâs not what Iââ
âLoud and clear, Violet.â
âI didnât know if youâd feel the same way once I was single,â you say suddenly, and it stops him in his tracks. âYou seem to forget you never said anything until I was supposed to marry someone else.â
âThen why?â
âWhy what?â
Jake wants to pull his hair out. âWhy did you call off the fucking wedding? Because it sure as shit wasnât for me or you wouldâve mentioned it sometime in the last ten months.â
âI was with him for two years, Jake. That doesnât just go away. I didnât want to tell you before I knew where my own head was at.â
âThatâs not an answer.â
Silence.
He turns to leave again, knowing the panic is showing itself in his shaky hands and uneven voice. Desperately, he wishes he had a toothpick or a beer label, something to tear at so his expression could remain carefully blank, tone collected.
When you finally speak again, your voice is thick and heavy with emotion, muffled by unshed tears. âBecause.â
Jake raises an eyebrow, not bothering to figure out what expression is playing itself out on his face.
You clear your throat. You play with the hem of your dress. You look anywhere except his eyes.
Fight or flight, he says silently. Whatâs it gonna be, Vi?
He hopes to God itâs fight.
âBecause you donât marry someone when youâre in love with someone else.â
It takes a few seconds for the meaning of your words to register. He feels like heâs underwater, slow and sluggish, when he finally asks, âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âTakes more than love to make a relationship work, Jake.â
Itâs funny, how you choose the words Jake has repeated to himself in his weaker moments. When he wondered if loving you was enough, if it could overcome that you two are so much more similar than anyone would guess. You might have a reputation for mincing your words, but heâs the only one that takes that for what it is â a mask. Heâs spent enough time underneath one to recognize it when he sees it. Itâs your way of keeping people at bay, staying in control, not letting anyone climb those walls youâve spent so long carefully building.
Someone would have to take their hands off the controls, even for a second. Neither of you knows what itâs like to rely on someone else. To not take the lead. To let someone else have your back.
âYou have to be able to give me a chance sometime,â he counters, as gently as he can manage. âLet go of the reigns enough to let me try. Trust me to take the shot.â
âIâve never been very good at that, especially with you,â you say, nodding and Jakeâs chest is getting lighter by the second, that you've thought about this. âBut I also knew it was going to take me time, to work through ending things with him. I couldnât ask you to wait.â
âI did anyways.â
You raise your eyes to him at that. âYou did?â
âI told you if I could stop loving you, I would have already.â
You exhale shakily, fingers twitching like you want to touch him, but just falling short in the air between you. âI didnât â By now I thought you wouldâve â fuck, Jake. I didnât think you meant that. Thought you just needed time to get over me.â
He wants to laugh, feels it twitching at the corners of his mouth. âIn less than a year? Have you met you?â
You grin at that, rich and bright and open like he hasnât seen in far too long, and thereâs something loosening in your defensive posture. âA lot of people would say ten months is a long time.â
Jake feels fuzzy, from his chest to his fingers as he reaches to pull you into him. You fold back against him, and he ducks his face into your hair, nudging around to get his lips on your jaw, letting his words get muffled by your skin. âTen months is a blip on the radar.â
He feels you melt into him and finds the courage to lay the rest of it on the line.
âDoesnât matter anyways because it hasnât been ten months. Itâs been six years. I was just waiting for you to catch up.â
âSorry, Iâm so slow. Hard to keep up with the infamous Hangman. I hear he flies like his ass depends on it.â The teasing is back in your tone, and it spreads warmth all over him.
You reach up to where his forearm rests on your collarbones, where he canât bear to loosen his hold on you, his fingers twisting in the strap of your tank top.
The entire line of your back is touching him, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck smelling citrus and vanilla and home, but itâs still not enough, as far as Jake is concerned. Too many years spent apart, too many moments with you just out of reach have him itching for more.
âItâs okay,â he breathes against your neck. âAs long as we get here in the end.â
âI trust you,â you whisper. âYou know that right?â
He nods, fighting a shiver as your hand drifts across from his elbow to his hand. You run your thumb across his pulse point, fingers encircling his wrist. You squeeze, and he feels your promise.
This time he gets to start over with you.
"because you don't marry someone when you're in love with someone else" was stolen from michael westen in burn notice, episode 2.15 sins of omission (fantastic show!) although i changed the wording a little bit
thanks for reading!
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Xiao drabble / thirst.
nsfw | male reader | no actual smut
a/n: Sorry for being gone for so long. I've been very busy and tired, but I gained enough motivation to write this. Might make this into a full fic or something but this is currently just a drabble. I don't take requests for genshin currently, I just couldn't think of a character who would fit this other than Xiao or Doppio. This is not an original idea or trope, but it's one of the hottest imo.
Xiao, your roommate who you've barely spoken a word to, touches himself to your gym photos. He whines and whimpers at the thought of being caught because it's impossible, right? He hides his secret so well that you catching him is only an imaginary situation.
You pretend that you don't hear his attempts at stifling his moans, that you don't notice him sneaking off to his room whenever you post a new gym pic, pulling his shirt over his crotch. You wait for him to approach you directly, instead of ignoring your existence and getting off to your photos in what Xiao likes to believe is secret. But you're growing impatient. He won't spare you glance, despite seeing you everyday, and the possibility of him even speaking to you directly is dwindling.
So, you come to a conclusion. If Xiao won't approach you himself, why don't you confront him? And what better time than now? His choked moans and hiccups behind the door were never well-hidden to begin with, but now it just seems intentional with how loud and clear he is. It's almost like he's taunting you on purpose.
You can barely hold yourself back when he finally opens the door in response to your knocking. You always thought he was cute, but he was especially pretty now. He's looking up at you, cheeks flushed and almost teary-eyed in embarrassment. One hand keeps his disheveled shirt pulled over his crotch like he always does, but this time he's trying to keep his dignity and hide his shaking thighs. It was clear to anyone what he was doing.
His face seemed to flush more after seeing your knowing gaze and eyes rake over his body. And he didn't seem the slightest bit opposed when you walked into his room, backing him up against the edge of his bed without a word.
He only nodded in agreement to your insults, letting you pull his shirt up over his chest and look at the mess splattered on his thighs that happened because of you.
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