#there's more moments i wanted to add but i couldn't find their dates

[reilemon]

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♡︎ pairing: Zayne x fem!reader

｡°⚠︎°｡MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)｡°⚠︎°｡

♡︎ cw: unprotected sex (oops), office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, I think that's it?

♡︎ word count: 3.4k

♡︎ synopsis: what to do when you "accidentally" flash your doctor?

♡︎ a/n: I haven't written smut in like three years. So if you think my writing is cringe, just keep scrolling idk.

♡︎ special thanks to my beta reader ♡︎ @its-de ♡︎ for reading and helping me with this

banner by @cafekitsune

You finally have a day off and you want to use this free time to run errands. However, it's also a hot summer day and you need to dress accordingly. After cleaning your apartment and stocking up your fridge, you have -

meet up with your friend

shop for some new summer clothes and bed sheets

doctor’s appointment

You'd just skip the last one because you feel fine, even during the hot weather.

But you know damn well Dr Zayne will not be pleased with you if you do that. And he's not only your doctor now (and a childhood friend), but an actual friend who you spend most of your free time with. Circumstances of him being your assigned physician, some other stuff that happened in the last few months, brought you so much closer that you couldn't help but develop a huge crush on him. And how could you not when he's so kind, warm, attentive, always makes time for you, funny in his own way... you could spend the whole day thinking of all the stuff that makes you want to be more than friends.

Actually, you might be more than just friends. Lately, you’ve been going on a lot of “dates”; visiting festivals, trying new restaurants but also frequenting your favorite ones, dragging him to the arcade… he’s started insisting on being the one to drop you off at home after a night out. Just a couple of weeks ago when you were sick, he came to your place and took care of you. Both of you ended up falling asleep on your bed watching your comfort movie – actually, he wanted to read his book but ended up invested in the plot and eventually fell asleep before you, tired from his shift and nursing you back to health. You had enough strength to get up to pull out a freshly washed blanket from the closet and cover him. You lied back down, finding comfort in watching Zayne’s peaceful sleeping face. That’s how you fell asleep.

The next morning you found yourself waking up on Zayne’s chest, your form enveloping his. He was gently stroking your back, waiting for you to open your eyes. You don’t know whether you were the one that latched onto him during the night, or if he’s the one that pulled you in; nonetheless, it felt surreal to wake up like this. You looked up into his beautiful hazel green eyes, and you just shared a moment of pure intimacy. Then you got self-conscious of him having a close up of your morning face, which made you immediately jump from the bed and sprint to the bathroom. So, he did manage to nurse you back to health in one day.

You really wish he made the first move already. With all the stolen glances, lingering touches, cuddling, you genuinely think he feels the same way. But you are also his patient, so maybe he feels uncomfortable starting anything, like he’s crossing a boundary and abusing his position as your physician? Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first move?

Or maybe you’re just delusional and ovulating.

Okay, back to the present. You’re not going to pass up the opportunity to see your crush (this is more than just a crush, honestly) and you add one more task to the list

get some dessert for Zayne

And you want to look cute for him, so you opt for your new backless summer dress.

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“Thank fuck, I look okay.” You murmur as you check yourself out in the mirror in the bathroom of Zayne's office.

It's just before 8pm, your scheduled checkup. Both of you were too busy to hang out for more than a week, and you can’t wait to see him. You took this opportunity to leave the heavy shopping bags on the sofa, the bag with dessert on his desk, and quickly freshen up in the bathroom. It was so hot today, still is, but thanks to the dress you didn't sweat that much.

You exit the bathroom the same time he enters the office. You catch how his usually stern gaze behind his glasses softens at the sight of you.

“Hey!” You don’t waste any time and shorten the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a peck on the cheek.

Zayne’s hands stiffly hover over your waist, stunned by the enthusiastic greeting. You always have a big smile on your face when you see him, but you’re only this forward when you have some alcohol in your system. He doesn’t smell it on your breath now though.

“Did you miss me that much, or are you trying to coax me to skip the check up?”

You pull away with a pout and a blush on your cheeks. Feeling a little embarrassed, you go and sit on a chair across his desk, steering the conversation towards the dessert you brought him.

With an entertained smirk, he sat on his chair and indulged in just chatting with you, and making plans for the evening. He feels at ease now that you’re here.

Zayne cuts the conversation short to take care of some paperwork, so you entertain yourself with your phone, checking what cafes are open. You sit there in silence, not wanting to disturb him. The room is air-conditioned and you would think you'd start to cool down, but it's impossible to do so when your crush is right across you. You try to focus on your phone but your eyes keep darting between the screen and Zayne’s handsome focused features…his hand holding the pen… his long fingers...

“You need to ask me something?” Zayne peers over his glasses.

Busted!

For like a hundredth time.

You fidget in your seat. “Um, no. I don’t wanna disturb you.”

He closes a file and puts papers aside. “I’m done. Go ahead.”

You make up how you wanted to ask him if he wanted to visit the café on your screen, only to for him to point out it’s closed when you show it to him. Not smooth at all.

You nervously scratch your back, and that when it hits you. You didn't wear a bra today!

In your defense, of course you're not going to wear a bra with the backless dress and when it's so hot outside, and it would be okay if this was just a hangout, but the main reason why you're here is because of the check up! Well, now you're getting even more flustered and you can feel nervous sweat forming everywhere. Great.

Zayne's voice fades into focus.

"Is everything okay?"

“Yeah, let’s just go find a cafe that’s nearby!” You prop yourself to sit up and make a run for it, but the seriousness in Zayne’s tone stops you.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

You wave your hand “I feel great, you don't need to -"

"That's good to hear." He humors you, setting the stethoscope around his neck, eyes not leaving yours.

You engage in a short staring contest, but you never win those with him. You hold back the bratty whine as you get up and walk towards the chair. Should you address this? What would be more awkward – saying that you don’t have a bra on or just slipping off the top of the dress, flashing him? But Zayne is a professional; he probably saw plenty of breasts from other patients and didn’t bat an eye. And maybe he even noticed that you’re braless.

You sit on the chair next to him and Zayne gives you an amused look. “Good girl.”

It was like a reflex - the moment you heard those words, your hands slipped off the top of your dress. Zayne pauses, his eyes locked at the sight before him. Oh shit, did you manage to make the situation awkward after all? Just when you wanted to open your mouth to say anything, he blinks and proceeds to do what he’s supposed to do. You suck in a breath when the icy cold stethoscope touches your chest spreading goosebumps across your skin, making your nipples hard. Zayne's eyes are focused somewhere to the side, but you can see light redness peppered on his cheeks. The two of you sit there in silence while he checks your heartbeat. You try to compose yourself, take slow breaths, but your heart is giving you away.

When he’s done, he takes off the instrument and places it on the table. He clears his throat “Nothing irregular, your heartbeat is a little faster, but the heat is probably to blame.”

Right, the heat.

You hope that the redness, still on his face, and his ears, is not from the sun.

Again, you have two choices – do you pull the top up and act like nothing happened, continue the same ‘will they, won’t they’ routine – or do you want to do something about this, take the first step and find out once and for all if this infatuation is one sided?

You take his hand, making him look at you, ‘Well, can you help me cool down, Doctor?’

Zayne eyes widen slightly, switching between your hand and your gaze, only guessing where you’re going with this.

You gently place his cold hand just above your left breast ‘Is this okay?’ you whisper.

Zayne’s irises are almost black from how dilated his pupils are. As he gazes into your doe eyes, the hand resting on your chest travels up across your skin and lands on the side of your neck. He takes off his glasses, leans towards you, his lips a breath away from yours, “You’re walking on thin ice, darling.”

He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss. Zayne is kissing you like a man starved, like he's been waiting for this for so long, afraid that this moment will slip away all too quickly. His other hand wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing your chests together, feeling each other’s heartbeats. You moan into the kiss, surprised by the intensity of it and the desperation of his embrace. His lips are so soft and tender, just like you imagined too many times. The hand on your waist travels up to grab your breast, the sensation of his big cold hand on your heated skin making you gasp against his lips. He seizes the moment to lick your bottom lip, then slipping his tongue, yours quickly meeting it.

Suddenly, both of his hands land on your shoulders pulling away.

He utters ‘fuck’ (this might be the first time hearing him say the f word, and you’re embarrassed how excited it made you.) He holds your chin with thumb and index finger, ‘Do you wish to continue?’

You utter ‘yes’ and grab him by the black necktie locking your lips again. His hands find the top of your thighs, then sneaking their way down to bunch up your dress over your knees.

“Hold onto me.” He murmurs between kisses, and you oblige, catching onto his shoulders. Zayne grabs you by the back of your soft thighs, lifting you from the chair and placing you on his desk, so effortlessly and swiftly, like you weigh nothing.

Your fingers comb through his soft, thick hair, relishing in the fact of being able to touch it like this. His hands cup your face, distancing his lips from yours. You expectantly look up to see his tender, yearning gaze. He looks like he’s about to say something, but then he kisses you again, this time softly, slowly deepening it, stealing your breath away. His soft lips move to kiss and nip at the side of your neck, his hands giving attention to your breasts again. He caresses both of them, and it doesn’t take long for one of his hands to be replaced by his lips. His hot tongue teases around the nipple. But when he starts sucking on it, while simultaneously playing with the other one with his fingers, a loud moan escapes your lips.

Zayne’s smirks against the sensitive nipple, “You need to stay quiet, darling.”

You were so dazed with lust that you completely forgot that there could be people outside his office. You bite your bottom lip and nod.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, one hand bunching up your dress more and resting on your hip, while the one on your nipple sneaks its way down, teasing the band of your underwear. You feel his fingers slide down, rubbing you over your soaked panties, making you move your hips, craving more friction.

“Fuck.” He breathes against your ear, “You’re already so wet for me.”

The fingers travel towards the band of your underwear and tug on it, and you lift your hips to let him slide it down your legs. Then he stashes your panties into the pocket of his pants.

He catches you by surprise when he kneels down in front of your cunt, your legs closing on reflex, but Zayne grabs your thighs before they could squish his head.

He gently strokes them, "Let me see you."

You’re hesitant about it, but you remember that you took extra steps when you freshened up in the bathroom. Slowly, you spread your legs, lifting your feet to rest on the edge of the desk. Cool air against your soaked pussy sends shivers all over your body.

His hands rest on the plush of your inner thighs. His eyes are mesmerized by the sight in front of him. You almost feel self-conscious by the close-up he’s getting.

"Zayne –" You squirm under his stare.

Snapping out of his daze, he meets your eyes "I’m sorry. You’re just so much more beautiful than I imagined."

Than he imagined? The statement makes your cheeks even deeper red, your pussy more wet and impatient.

Feeling impatient himself, Zayne starts by placing gentle kisses on your inner thigh. The hand on the opposite side follows the same trail, his slender fingers stopping to tease your wet folds, the contact making you gasp and involuntarily clench your thighs.

"Relax, angel." His breath fans over your pussy, not making it easier but you try anyway.

The digits slowly glide over the wetness, bathing in your juices. Your hips flinch as his fingertips lightly circle your clit, thighs trembling as digits are replaced with his hot tongue. It glides flat over your folds, stopping to circle the sensitive nub. The tip of the tongue flicks over it, circles it, again and again, your cunt dripping with both his saliva and your arousal. His middle finger slides in, ring finger shortly after, curling to reach and rub that delicate spot inside you; he sucks and licks your clit while finger fucking you, and your thighs are now shaking, toes curling, as intense waves of pleasure course through your body.

Your hold onto Zayne’s hair, and roll your hips in the same rhythm of his fingers, chasing your release, "Zayne… I’m gonna–"

He locks eyes with you and continues what he’s doing; you come shortly after, covering your mouth with your hand.

Zayne helps you come down from your high, places soft pecks on your thighs again and stands up, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

Your hands frantically find his belt and start unbuckling it.

Zayne breaks the kiss, ‘I don’t have any condoms here.’

You shrug ‘Just pull out.’

‘That’s not very respo – ‘

‘Well, you’re a doctor; you can prescribe me some plan b pills.’ you innocently flutter your lashes.

He chuckles and starts taking off his tie and shirt, and you take a moment to gaze at the strong, chiseled muscles of his torso, his arms and those shoulders. Zayne, amused at your dazed and shameless ogling of his  shirtless physique, reaches down to unzip his pants, taking them and underwear off in the same go, his hard cock smacking against his shaved pelvis. You suck in a breath when your eyes land on it. He's long and thick, curved just right, tip glistening with so much precum. You hand wraps around it, stroking and feeling the pulsing veins under your touch.

Zayne’s breath hitches ‘Are you sure – fuck…’ He groans when you press his length against your slippery folds, teasingly moving your hips.

‘Yes… I need you.’

With those magic words, Zayne swipes all the papers off the table, grabs you behind the knees and lifts your legs further, and you lean back to rest on your elbows.

His dick strokes your slit, tip teasing the entrance, but you're so impatient.

'Zaynee-' you whine.

He closes his eyes, jaw clenched. Even though your ‘friend’ is the embodiment of calm and collected, right now he’s barely holding onto his composure. His flushed cheeks and red ears, ragged breathing are exposing how badly he wanted, needed, this and how he’s trying so hard not to cum right here before even slipping the tip in.

But he doesn’t want to wait any longer; with your needy whines spurring him on, he places his red cockhead against you, your drenched pussy making it easy to slide it in.

His leg muscles tremble, trying to restrain himself from bottoming out the same second; with shallow thrusts, he slowly slides it all the way in. He towers over you, one hand resting on the desk, the other cupping your face. His hips roll at languid pace, his hooded eyes never leaving your face, watching you adjust to his size.

As you get comfortable, you grab him by back of his neck “Faster, please…” You breathe. He leans down, locking your lips into a sloppy kiss.

He slowly picks up the pace, his hand starts playing with your nipples again, and now it's really hard keep your voice down. You keep breaking the kiss in desperate need to catch your breath, but moans escape your lips as well. Zayne grabs your upper arms and pushes you down further. His muscular torso pressed against yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

“Zayne - I'm close”

“Try to stay quiet, angel.” he grunts, his eyes locked on your face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He angles himself so his hand can reach down and rub your clit, and it’s too much for you - you cum a few seconds later and Zayne has to slip two fingers of his other hand into your mouth to keep you from screaming. You still whimper and moan over his fingers. He slows down to help you ride out the orgasm, and pulls out the fingers to kiss your lips.

'Is it okay to pick up the pace now? I'm so close.'

You only nod, unable to form any words. He plants a kiss on your temple and moves onto kissing and sucking your neck. Then he goes back to just looking at your face while he picks up the pace, your legs locking around his waist, pulling him even deeper. You bite your bottom lip, but at this point, you feel it's impossible to stay quiet. And now it's not only you who is making noise, but the desk, although sturdy, is starting to move and creak.

You gasp as he suddenly lifts you off the table with his big arms wrapped around your torso. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him. His hands grabs your ass and starts moving your hips in unison with his, his throbbing dick thrusting so much deeper, all the juices leaking down his balls and onto the floor.

You latch your teeth onto his neck to keep yourself from screaming while he’s panting feverishly into your ear.

‘I’m gonna come soon –‘

You meet his gaze ‘Don’t pull out.’

His hips stutter at your words, eyes widening for a second. He curses under his breath and picks up the pace. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, lewd gasps and pants interrupting.

His hands squeezing your ass in a bruising grip, he grunts against your lips, and you feel intense throbbing of his cock; warm liquid filling you up, sending shivers all over your sweaty body.

His slow pumps let his thick cum drip out, making a mess of his pants and the floor. You can feel how fast his heart is beating against your chest. The two of you catch your breath as your lips share a languid kiss, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

After pulling out, Zayne sits you on his chair. He kneels in front of you, caresses your cheek, his eyes full of adoration. “I never thought our first time would look like this.”

You lean into his palm, looking at him with sweet innocent eyes, “Oh? What did you imagine then?”

“I can show you later.”

[chewnotchoke]

in the warmth of your touch,

— boynextdoor with a s/o who feels cold

requested by anon <3 idk if a similar fic was written prior to this but pls do let me know if there is

comments are highly appreciated! also been a while since i last posted so i hope u enjoy this one!

sungho

𓍯 it was your first time sharing a bed with sungho. you snuggle into yourself, but you still feel an icy breeze along your back, and the room is colder than you anticipated. you know every inch between you and sungho, who is laying only on the opposite side, so you don't want to move too much.

it's not quite enough to have a blanket drawn firmly around your shoulders. you wonder whether he feels the same hesitancy because he hasn't said anything yet, likely in an attempt to settle in. but before you can say anything, you feel his arm extend and his touch lightly rest on your shoulder.

“i think it’ll drive me crazy if i’m not closer than this to you.” sungho says close to your ear. the softness of the moment, the way his hand rests on your arm, and the silent comfort in the gap between you are all that's left. under a blanket that is too tiny, the two of you are feeling warmer than ever.

riwoo

𓍯 maybe going on a walk on a cold night was a bad idea. you didn’t bring any sweater with you to warm you up, and your clothes were almost thin. the breeze was crisp and unexpected on an april night. worse, you were walking side by side with riwoo.

“you look cold. do you want my jacket?”

you declined, knowing it would be bad for him if he tries to make you warm. it’s been a while since you started dating but you still couldn’t help but get shy around him. his kindness makes you fluster, only because you like him that much. he noticed how you kept trying to bring your arms closer to your body to summon any warmth left.

before you knew it, like an embrace, his jacket was enveloped around your shoulders. the wind made it easier to smell his scent on the fabric. from behind, riwoo then wrapped his arms on your shoulders as he draws you closer to him.

“we could stay like this longer if you want.”

and both of you were giggling because he didn’t want to let go of you while walking. flirtatious glances accompanied every step, and your breath was audible in the cold air, fitting in with the playful conversation that seemed to revolve around you two.

jaehyun

𓍯 would be the type to make cheesy comments because he's actually shy about holding your hand and his cheeks are tinted with a faint blush. "you know you don't need to buy hand warmers because you already have me, right?" he says. your fingers are intertwined with each other and he adds, "other people can't find a hand warmer like me!" he grins. you'd laugh at his remark and say "so you're like my personal hand warmer then?"

"yeah, i'm yours only." both of you would laugh at each other's cheesy comments, warming up your hand even more like how much his laugh and smile warms up your heart. he loves playing with your hand, and makes more comments to conceal his shyness.

he doesn't tell you he likes it when you feel colder because then it's his chance to hold you closer to him. he'd ask you if your body feels cold too so you could snuggle together and wrap his arms around your waist.

taesan

𓍯 taesan gets more flirty because he loves the feel of your touch when you use his face to warm up your hands. on a study date you had with him, he reached out to your hands and noticed they were cold.

“can i make use of that pretty face to warm me up?” you asked, a smile crept onto his face. he was holding your hand and slowly bringing it to his face. you couldn't resist grinning as your palm touched taesan’s cheek and the warmth that radiated from him seemed like a soft sunshine.

taesan wasn't finished yet, though. he closed his eyes for a second, perhaps enjoying the sensation as he leaned into your contact and pushed your hand closer.

with a low voice, he whispered, "you don't realize how good this feels."

you move a few strand of his hair away from his face asking, “like it that much?” he opens his eyes to meet yours before replying “i love it so much i could fall asleep like this.”

leehan

𓍯 at a cafe, you were staying with your boyfriend leehan for food. "baby, it's getting a little colder here." you were slightly shivering from the breeze of the air conditioner despite being wrapped with a long-sleeved shirt and thick denim pants. leehan watches you while you barely couldn't smile from the cold freezing air.

"i told you to order something hot like coffee." leehan holds both of your shoulders, making you face him. he starts rubbing his palms in an exaggerated motion, trying to summon warmth.

he leans in as he cups your face with his hands, warm like a furnace as it dissolves the chill settled on your cheeks. being the playful guy that he is, he lightly squeezed your face, filling his expression with a teasing laugh. "better?" he grins.

"stop making fun of me."

"it's okay, you're cute."

woonhak

𓍯 woonhak would be the type to take your hand and put it inside his pocket. woonhak slowly pulls your hands apart as his fingers discover yours. he silently puts your hands in his coat pockets while keeping his own hands firmly in place. with his thumb making soft circles on your skin, he occasionally squeezes your hand. the subtlety of it makes you wonder if he even recognizes what he's doing.

a grin forms in your face, realizing how bold he is but his pink cheeks were still visible. he doesn’t let go, not even when you finally stop shivering.

there's a pleasant, familiar smell of his cologne that hovers between you. now that he's near enough, you can feel his soft breath and his presence enveloping you like an invisible blanket. the gentle curve of woonhak’s lips and the faint flush on his cheeks that intensifies when he knows you're observing him are visible when you dare to look up.

“like it so bad when i hold your hand like this you can’t even stop looking at me, huh?” he teases you

[pha55ed]

I'm Stuck Forever By the Glue || F1

type :: fluff tw/cw :: none contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, lewis summary :: sweet little things they do for you, because i lov fluff - inspo: glue song by beabadoobee

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Carlos Sainz | 55

Although it's cheesy, Carlos loves you buy you flowers. All types of flowers in different colors, not just the same basic bouquet of roses over and over again. He even goes as far to research the meaning of a few flowers and then ask the florist to center the bouquet around that specific flower. He loves sending the flowers to your work, your house, or gifting them himself to you. Seeing your reaction and how your smile slowly forms from the flowers never gets old from him. If he could, he would plant an entire acre of flowers just to keep you smiling.

Charles Leclerc | 16

Music is surprisingly a pretty big inspiration in Charles life, it helps him during his toughest moments and happiest times. So it's no question that he has to dedicate something related to music to you: hence his pre-race ritual is to listen to a custom playlist he made. The playlist is filled with songs that remind him of you, from cheesy love songs, slow ballads, or even stupid joke songs. It doesn't matter, because it reminds him of you, his number #1 supporter.

Lando Norris | 04

This mf acts like he's going to war, but it's cute so you'll give him a pass. Despite it being against the FIA rules, he doesn't care, it's only against the rules if they find out. But, he has a small little photo of you that he put on his F1's car dashboard. It's small and hidden from his overhead camera, but it's in a perfect little spot for him to look at it while checking his gas and speed. He's so glad he has his helmet on, because every time he looks at that photo, he can't help but gush and smile. Once the race ends, he sneakily takes it off and puts it into his pocket. And then when it's race day again, he puts it back on with some tape. It's so DIY but who cares, he loves his girlfriend :))

Oscar Piastri | 81

Although he's not super up to date with recent trends, the second he saw this trend he couldn't help but join: the "I love my girlfriend" shirt trend. But the only issue is, he didn't want to buy it himself, he wanted YOU to gift it to him. Just like how girls want flowers but don't want to ask for flowers. So for weeks on end, he would subtly send you memes about it, how he thinks it's sooooo ugly and sooooo stupid (he's lying out of his ass). But once you gift him the "I love my girlfriend" shirt, he's wearing it nonstop. To bed, to the gym, to practice, fucking everywhere. He's like those nasty toddlers who bring their musty ass plushie everyone. But you can't help but smile every time he wears it, he's just so happy with it on. Not to mention you got him a small,,, in black,,,, so it's BASICALLY like a muscle tee... drooling omfg.

Lewis Hamilton | 44

Fashion is something Lewis is famous for, and there's no question as to why. He's one of the only people who serve cunt when it's race day, you'd think he's the owner of F1 because of how fancy he is. So, when you asked him to play Dress To Impress with you, he didn't even hesitate to join. He loves playing it with you, even playing on his own to grind for stars and money. But the only con is,,, he eats you the fuck up. Like, I'm not even joking... He bought VIP, custom makeup, ANDDDDD speed walking. Not only that, he knows how to layer his shit, add patterns, and even practices poses beforehand. But one of the cons of playing with him,,, if he doesn't win first he's such a baby.

"Did I not eat???? How tf did a faceless win?" "I dunno, baby." "Let's join a different server, they're rigging it."

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[charmercharm3r]

Now go to sleep

BC

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warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, bf!chan, piv, fingering, idk witty banter cus he's such a cute meanie like that, idk he's been so teasing on bubble lately I couldn't help myself so ..here..

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"I'm tired, I'm not going to argue about this."

"I'm tired too, but I can be tired and still care about our relationship!"

Chan had gotten home a half hour ago and was barely stripping his outside clothes, head caught in his shirt when the words left your mouth. He could be menacing when he wanted to be.

Take now, for example. He'd finally wrangled himself out of the material and hadn't even slipped it off his arms when he turned his body to stop and stare at you like you'd just said you committed armed robbery. Brows slightly furrowed, lips pouting at you, Chan had the "fuck around and find out" look down to a T.

"Don't go there." Tone of voice, too. Menacing.

"Don't make me."

But there was the attitude right back. He deserved it for ignoring you the past week, you'd been so understanding until now. You'd reminded him every week for a month until this past Saturday the day he specifically took off so that you could have one date night. Just one. It was the only thing you've asked for since your birthday. And he still forgot.

Forgot or prioritized something else- probably work related- you didn't know or care.

"You promised," your voice shook slightly.

"So did you. You promised you'd understand."

"I've been understanding. You've been ignoring. Me."

The annoyed brow ruffle softened as did the rest of his face when the tears started to well up in your eyes. You didn't wanna cry in front of him, it was the last thing you wanted to add onto his already heavy weighted shoulders, but you couldn't help it. "It's not just your life.

"We sleep in the same bed. We share the same bathroom. You use my shampoo and I steal your hoodies. Sometimes you take my socks from the drawer and it makes you a minute late 'cus you have to make the trip back to the bedroom. Sometimes I accidentally grab your towel after a shower because it's steamy in the bathroom and I can't see, then you shower after me and get confused and use my towel instead. It's probably my fault, but it's not just your life."

Chan dropped his shirt to the floor, annoyance being replaced with guilt. He had been ignoring you, but not purposefully. He knew about date night and let his boss, his colleagues, everyone get in his head that the only way to prove himself and his capabilities was to work himself to death. Death by heartbreak because the sadness that radiated off of you was so painful he was sure that that was exactly what was happening to him.

He took the few steps to stand in front of you and reach out to cup your cheeks, thumb catching the slowly rolling tear. "Your towel is softer, anyways."

You hated how easily he could make things better, laughing and sniffling as you leaned your head into his palms. "I wash our towels together, that doesn't even make sense."

Kisses were smothering your face in the next moment, warmth making the tears fizzle from behind your waterline to be replaced by the need to grab him, hold onto him and never let go. You melted in his arms so quickly, there was no evidence that you'd been crying in the first place.

And when he kissed your lips, you forgot why you were sad in the first place. For a second, at least. The lingering hurt was still there, not as potent, but definitely still there.

"I like using your towel because it's yours," he murmured into your mouth, hands wandering down to press your body against his shirtless one. "Your shampoo smells better than mine. Still smell it throughout the day and think of you." Guided back onto the bed, he covered you entirely to shield you away.

Kisses on both cheeks. "Your socks are cute." Kisses down your neck. "I know they're yours because of the colorful designs." Kisses to your palms and finger tips. Down your body and stealing your top away to plant more across the expanse of your belly until your body started to overheat. "I take them on purpose."

"Then you grumble at me when you're late on purpose, too?" You were teasing back, if the smile you wore was anything to go by.

"Yeah, to get you to kiss me before I leave. You forget if I don't."

"Why don't you just ask me, then?"

"It tastes a little sweeter when you think you came up with the idea on your own." Chan smirked back up at you before venturing further to rid you of your bottoms so that you were left bare before him.

You would never admit it to him, but you forgave him as soon as his shirt came off. You just like when he works for your forgiveness, it reminds you that he does still truly care.

"You're still wearing pants," you breathed heavily when he spread your legs so he could slot between them, the rough denim brushing your aching core.

"Mhm," he mumbled back.

"Take them off."

Chan stopped his kissing rampage and pulled back with that fucking look that made you want to slap him silly. "Why should I?"

It was your turn to be annoyed. "Because I'm trying to fuck my boyfriend."

"Vulgar," he teased, placing a cheeky peck to the tip of your nose. "How badly do you want it?"

Tender touches roamed your thighs and love handles, getting you into a position on your back you knew rather well with him as your partner in it. "Not want, need."

Chan chuckled against your skin, burning like hot coal in the path he took further south, past your cunt and down your legs to pepper kisses around your calves and ankles as he sat up, taking your limbs with him. He maneuvered you to hang your legs over his shoulders so he looked down at you. "Is that really all it took, baby?"

"You haven't done anything yet. I'm still upset."

He bit his lip and raked his eyes up and down your body. "I see how it is."

Cryptic as always, he never gave away more than necessary.

But his body language is impossible to misread. Through his jeans, you could see the tent in his pants that you knew was probably painfully rubbing against the harsh material. He wanted it as badly as you did, but didn't want to be the first one to cave.

Before he could move again, you locked your ankles around his neck and tugged him down, "you were being so nice to me, what happened?"

"Make a little more noise for me, baby."

His hands had snuck their way to your core, fingers running through your folds before you had processed his words. You were doing exactly as he asked, not by choice. He provoked the noises out of you with precise, practiced moves against your clit, practically stringing them out of you like another one of his musical instruments.

"Please," you whined, threading your fingers in his hair hoping he'd cave.

Chan laughed again, "I don't think so. Not loud enough."

Prodding against your hole made another whimper crack through your restraint. You weighed your options and both would lead to an orgasm, you were sure. But you didn't know which route you wanted take more- letting him talk you down into submission or teasing him back until he fucked you into it.

Then his fingers broke the surface, plunging into you slow but deeply. The stretch was already proving to be more than you could handle, head falling back into the mattress and letting chants of his name fill the room. Chan loved it, drooling over how easily he got you under his reign.

"Baby, please. Wan' it," you grabbed his hand to halt his ministrations. Chan laughed at your sudden flip in attitude.

"Fine," he feigned compliance, knowing he would give you anything you asked for if you kept looking at him like he held your world in his hands.

He did, but he doesn't need to know that just yet.

Chan unzipped his pants and shoved them down his hips along with his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free. Clearly, he was barely containing himself seeing as leaking precum made his tip glisten.

"Here," he presented himself like a present, not moving. Chan simply waited for you to take what you wanted. When you did, he smiled, proudly this time.

You used the leverage on his shoulders to scoot down the bed and reached between your bodies to let him slip past your entrance. Oh, he fit like a perfectly tailored glove, every time.

He let you use him, only providing some stabilization as you fucked yourself back and forth, up and down, any which way you could to reach the high you so desperately needed from him. Until you couldn't anymore. All you had to do was stop, let out a huff, and look up at him with those fucking eyes, and Chan folded.

Literally folded, hunching over you and cooing, "okay, okay. I'll do all the work. Only because you look so cute when you try to fuck me."

He didn't need to go very fast, just the right angle to press your sweet spot like a button. The wet, pornographic sounds of your bodies pulling apart and colliding, with his name falling from your lips and his noises of pure pleasure, it wasn't very long until the both of you were arching into one another and letting the euphoric waves crash onto shore.

Chan slumped onto you, bodies tired and feeling entirely too cuddly to clean up any more. Doing the bare minimum and kicking off his pants while not even bothering to pull out, he laid his head into the crook of your neck and smothered you entirely.

"Date night. This weekend." You grumbled into his hair, getting comfortable.

"Whatever you want. Now go to sleep," Chan nuzzled his nose into your skin, letting your warmth take over his senses.

Draping your arms over his shoulders and holding him close with a kiss on the top of his head, you mumbled back, "don't tell me what to do."

☆ﾟ

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[emeritusemeritus]

Art of Deception [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Title: Art of Deception.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader

Timeline: Non-specified.

Summary: Cormac McLaggen won’t take no for an answer, insert fake dating trope with Fred Weasley.

Warnings: Fake dating? Mentions of Cormac, he needs his own warning. Kissing. Implied derogatory comments about wealth, status and red hair.

"Okay, emergency, for the next five minutes you're my boyfriend, okay Weasley?" You say in a rush, sliding in next to Fred on the common room sofa, almost out of breath as you run in, narrowly avoiding your pursuer.

"Can do, come here" he says matter-of-factly as he pulls you into his lap without a second thought.

"Not even questioning it?" You ask curiously at his unquestioning willingness to go along with your silly scheme.

"Nope," he says simply, rubbing his hand across your back as you sit across his lap.

The worn fabric of his jumper feels soft against your skin as you lean into him just a little, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. You flinch a little as the portrait covered door swings open, knowing exactly who would be entering. Fred must have felt your slight flinch and flicks his gaze to you, his hand still rubbing your back. You feel his long fingers bump into the band of your bra strap and he lingers only a moment, fingers hovering over the clasp before swiftly changing the direction of his absent stroking.

"Oh, y/n, didn't think I'd find you here," Cormac says, running a hand through his curly locks which don't even move thanks to all the product in them.

"In her boyfriend's lap?" Fred says, sounding possessive, playing the role perfectly.

"Boyfriend?" Cormac asks, eyes widening at the realisation that you were sat in someone's lap, and that person being Fred Weasley.

"Yep," he says with a wicked smirk, pulling you righter to him as his arm snakes around your waist.

"Didn't think gingers where your thing," Cormac says, posing on the side of the couch where he leans trying to look seductive but failing miserably.

"This one is," you shrug, gesturing to Fred who sends a sarcastic smirk towards McLaggen.

"Look I've made my intentions clear but you keep playing hard to get," Cormac says smugly, clearly not reading the room. "I'm top of the class in charms, keeper for the quidditch team, perfect student record and"

"Narcissistic," you add.

"A Prat?" Fred interjects at the same time.

Cormac ignores your words entirely, fixing you with a smarmy smile, "I'm a Mclaggen, why would you want to parade round with a Weasley when you could go out with me?"

The word 'Weasley' was said like a curse word with just a hint less sneering than Malfoy's way of saying it; but with just the same tone of condescension and derogation.

His verbal attack on the Weasley name did not sit right with you one bit and you couldn't hold back any longer, not when he was offending your friends.

"Because, unlike you McLaggen, Fred actually has a sense of humour, doesn't have a face like a troll and doesn't make me want to be sick when he opens his mouth," you say, trying to hold back your own sneer.

"But," he tries to say but you sarcastically smirk back at him, not willing to let him argue your statements.

"You want more? Okay," you snark, "He's a beater in the quidditch team so you're bragging is moot, he's kind and don't even get me started on how knee-shakingly tall he is. I can't think of anymore ways to tell you that I'm not attracted to you Cormac."

"So you're sticking with the Weasel then?" Cormac says with a huff after a few moments silence, staring you down.

"Looks like it to me," you shrug, choosing to ignore his turn of phrase.

"And me," Fred says harshly before turning you to face him, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, pulling you in to a surprisingly passionate kiss. It takes you a second for the shock to wear off but you quickly kiss him back, no longer caring about Cormac or anything else around you. You pull apart eventually, discovering Cormac had left and you looked up at Fred with a sudden shyness at your actions.

"Knee-shaking Eh?" Fred teases, his hand moving from your hair to wrap around a strand of hair on your shoulder.

"Shut up Weasel," you snarked jokingly, nudging him with your shoulder, mirroring Cormac's apparent nickname for the jokester.

"I'm just saying, you did make some very good points there about me," he smirks, still holding you firmly in his lap. "Almost as if you had them prepared."

"Oh shove off," you laughed, nudging his arm around you so that he'd let you up, but it only seemed to fuel him to hold you ever tighter, not letting you escape. "I could have been describing anyone."

"I could describe you too you know," he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you push him once again to get off of you but he just laughs.

"Go on then, I'm annoying and sarcastic and," you say rolling your eyes already at the anticipated sarcasm about to fall from his lips.

"Funny and mischievous, more talented than I've ever seen anyone be at potions and devastatingly beautiful," he says, making you flick your gaze to him in surprise. You'd expected him to follow it with a joke or say it with pure sarcasm but nothing came, he simply looked down at you with honesty in his eyes and a smile tugging at his lips.

"You know, I could get used to having you in my lap, fake girlfriend or maybe not so fake girlfriend."

[osachiyo]

𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖈 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗 · dazai, chuuya & fyodor .ೃ࿐

· 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𐙚 none, gn reader, sfw content, fluff, petnames, headcanons + little scenarios, not proofread

· 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 𐙚 sorry these are really short, im just trying to clear out as many requests as i can for now :') i was gonna add sigma n fukuzawa too but i wanted to get it out asap so i can work on my other wips. also ! i might focus a little more on fluff for the time being :) happy reading and hope you guys enjoyed !

𝖘𝖞𝖕𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖘... just some cute scenarios with some of the bsd men ᡣ𐭩

dazai.. was an interesting man. he never got flustered no matter how much you flirted with him, not even blushing when you did provocative actions like sitting on his lap, or whispering dirty words into his ear.

instead, he somehow counters your lines with his own — leaving you the one flustered.

but when you give him genuine compliments, or do something nice for him genuinely from the goodness of your heart, the same man who's seemingly unaffected by your advances, somehow turns into putty — melting in the clutch of your warm grasp.

in the quiet sanctuary of your shared bedroom, you hummed sweet words against dazai's dark locks, your lips finding solace on the crown of his head. "you're so pretty," you whispered, a genuine compliment that seemed to momentarily lift the weight of his rough day.

"darling, not as pretty as you," he chuckled, his voice muffled as he buried his face in your chest. the day had taken its toll on him, a tough mission leaving him with more than a fair share of injuries. but those details could wait for another time.

for dazai, these moments were treasures. lying in your arms or having you nestled in his, the simple pleasure of each other's company became a haven. the absence of distractions allowed him to savor the rare peace he found with you, a feeling that almost made him giddy.

your words, genuine and warm, were like a balm for his weary soul. in these moments, he set aside his usual snarky quips and jokes, content to bask in the embrace and scent that spoke of comfort and home. the sincerity in your praise quickened his heartbeat, and for once, dazai didn't need to hide behind humor.

though his face was hidden from your view, dazai couldn't conceal the flush of pink spreading across his cheeks. it was a secret shared only with the solitude of your embrace — a silent acknowledgment of the vulnerability and affection that blossomed in these stolen moments of peace.

considering chuuya's job, you two don't get to spend too much time together. but you had already known and accepted that when you started dating him.

though, when you two do get to spend some quality time together — it's all worth it. he makes sure to spoil you with his affection and attention when he has the chance — making up for all the time he's neglected you.

and after a whole day of getting spoiled by him — visiting fancy and expensive places, tasting amazing food, drinking the finest wine, you finally get to relax at home with your favorite person.

"quit scrunching that handsome face, babe," you sighed, smoothing the furrowed lines of his brows with your thumbs, delicately working the cleanser into his skin. chuuya simply hummed, surrendering to the soothing sensation and leaning into your touch.

"and what's the deal with this?" he asked, his arms enveloping your waist — right where they belonged. "it's just cleanser, does what it says — cleans your skin." chuuya hummed again, drawing small circles on your hips, "just make sure it stays out of my eyes, okay?" you rolled your eyes, adjusting yourself on his lap for better comfort, "obviously."

after rinsing off the cleanser and following through with the skincare routine you'd picked, chuuya stared at his reflection in the mirror — bunny headband adorning his head, bangs swept back and away from his face, which now felt surprisingly soft. "holy shit, my face feels so...smooth?" he blinked, gently squishing his own cheeks. you approached from behind, planting a tender kiss on his neck — "i did tell you my skincare routine works wonders."

"heh, yeah," he chuckled, turning to face you, playfully squishing your cheeks together before planting a soft kiss on your lips, "now it's your turn, love. your skin deserves some of that magic too."

fyodor was a busy man, you always catch him in that dimly lit room — typing away while staring at his monitors. with all the plotting, scheming and hacking — he never really has any time left to take real care of himself.

and that's exactly what you're here for — dragging him out of the dingy room, not paying any attention to his complaints or threats, you know he doesn't mean them.

taking off his ushanka, you wonder how much time had it actually been since he's properly washed his hair — but you didn't ask him that, knowing he'd be even more irritated.

fyodor's complaints ceased once you proposed a shared bath, both of you disrobing before slipping into the warm water. the temperature, meticulously adjusted to his liking, showcased your thoughtful consideration. though the usual positions were reversed, with him against your chest, it was necessary for you to tend to his hair.

"right there, love," fedya sighed in content, tilting his head back and savoring your touch. your fingers massaged the shampoo into his hair, focusing on his scalp. "feel good, huh?" you smiled, placing sweet kisses on the pale skin of his exposed neck before gently rinsing away the shampoo from his raven locks.

these tranquil moments held a special place in his heart. simple yet profound, they kindled a warmth within him. your loving gaze had the power to thaw even his typically cold heart. in those tender glances, he found a promise to himself — to craft the perfect world for both of you.

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

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[strangethlngs]

── ❀⋆.ೃ࿔ somebody told me | steve harrington x fem!reader

✧ summary: [based on the song somebody told me by the killers] after breaking up with steve because of impending freshman year of college, both you and steve are haunted by what could have been. in an attempt to cope with the swirling emotions, you pursue a sexual relationship with eddie munson. halloween rolls around, and eddie invites you to a party. your blood runs cold in the midst of sweaty bodies when none other than steve harrington finds you in the crowd.

pre & post s3 steve harrington x fem!reader x slight fwb!eddie munson | angst, very slight smut vibes if you squint | no use of y/n

✧ word count: 4.8k

✧ warnings: MDNI! no full smut but talks of sex and sexual touching/dancing, use of marijuana, cigarettes, and alcohol, steve is an asshole, college struggles | if there is anything that i missed that should be listed, please let me know

✧ a note from s: hi everyone !! i listened to this song for the first time in a while the other day and immediately pictured this storyline and had to write it. this is my first ever fic on this account / first time writing for steve so please be gentle. i also want to put a disclaimer out there that don't write for eddie normally, but i did enjoy writing him in this fic so if everyone enjoys my eddie writing too i might add him to my list of those i write for. sidenote: as i was writing the party scene i couldn't get the image of steve harrington as jacob elordi in the club scene of saltburn out of my brain so enjoy that mental image xoxoxoxox

i'm so nervous to post this so plz lmk your thoughts & plz reblog/like/share to support my writing! enjoy <3

You gently pick at a loose thread on the quilt draped over Steve’s bed. You feel his eyes boring into your head, but you can’t bring yourself to look up at him and meet his eyes. You know they’re sad. Pleading. You can’t bring yourself to face it.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I really am… I just-“ you don’t know how to finish the sentence. You just what? You want to go into college single, why was that so hard to get out? It’s not like you and Steve had dated for years. You’d been casually together, only sporting the girlfriend label for the past 4 months. So why was this so hard? Had you known Steve wasn’t going to be able to get into the college you were going to, or most colleges for that matter, you wouldn’t have gotten as involved with him as you did. You never wanted to hurt him.

“You just what?” Steve prodded, not moving from where he sat, across from you on his bed.

“I don’t know Steve,” you struggle to get out, words failing you severely.

“I think you do. Just say it. At least give me the decency of a reason why you’re… dumping me.”

“I just think… when I leave in the fall,” you swallow, your voice pathetically getting smaller. “I should be single.”

He is silent for a moment.

“If this is a distance thing, we can just do long distance. We can make it work. I know plenty of people who were able to do that. I’m sure my manager at Scoops and I can work out a work schedule that leaves my weekends open. And we can alternate weekends to visit, or… or something,” he rambles on, shaking his head as if the idea of breaking up was not acceptable in his mind.

Maybe because, to him, it wasn’t acceptable. You were his dream girl. Even after a few months, you had him wrapped around your finger. He would walk through a wall of fire if you were on the other side. He hadn’t felt anything close to this since Nancy Wheeler. And you were nothing like Nancy Wheeler. And that’s one of his favorite things about you. But you hadn’t realized how deep his feelings for you ran, and you didn’t realize how deep leaving him would cut. It wasn’t easy for you either, sure, but at least you had a freshman year to look forward too. What did Steve have? Slinging ice cream? That insecurity of not being able to experience college at all was gnawing at him more than he’d let on to you.

“I just think this will be easiest for both of us in the long run… and who knows, maybe I’ll end up back in Hawkins after I graduate, or maybe in a few years you’ll be able to make it to college,” You offer, trying to be as gentle as possible. You stand up, walking to his desk to pick up your backpack.

Once you slip it on, you turn and finally make eye contact for just a moment, before he makes a noise between a scoff and a sniffle and breaks the eye contact, looking out his window. The vein in his neck twitches. You can tell something you said just set him off.

“You mean it will be easier for you.”

You furrow your brow. “What?”

He shakes his head and lets out a sigh, exasperated. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and slaps his palms on his knees.

“You know what… go and have fun at college. Go have fun and be single, while I stay here and make ice cream sundaes. That’s all I’m good for, right?” he sneers bitterly, his tone shifting from the soft pleading he just tried to offer moments ago.

You’re stunned and frozen to your spot next to his desk, hands gripping the straps of your backpack. “Excuse me?”

“I just don’t understand how you don’t want to even try to make this work. And I can only think of one reason you are refusing to try.”

You ignore the last bit, not even wanting to go there. “Steve, I just don’t think I have the mental capacity to maintain something between us. I worry I’d end up neglecting this relationship,” You really are trying to be a peacemaker here, but you feel Steve heating up, frustrated that his attempts to rectify this relationship were futile. Truth is, you don’t want to be single to date around. College was daunting as it is, and you wanted your time to be free to dive into your studies and figure out your place in this world. That, along with keeping up somewhat of a social life in a new big city far from the one boy you’ve ever actually liked would be hard enough.

“No,” He starts, shaking his head. “I think you want to be able to go out to parties and bars and flirt with and date whomever you’d like, right?” He spits, standing from his bed and folding his arms across his chest.

“Wow…” you slowly nod. You know he’s projecting, but damn if it didn’t hurt to hear your boyfriend you’d really started to fall in love with say. “If… if that’s what you think of me, I’m just glad I did this now.” You turn to leave before either of you say things you don’t mean, but Steve beats you to the punch.

“If that’s not the truth, why wouldn’t you at least give it a chance? You’re leaving me no choice but to believe that it’s the truth,” He saunters close to you. Angry Steve is not someone you are fond of. Sure, you had a huge crush on Steve junior year when he donned his iconic, yet asshole-ish King Steve persona. But you hated being in King Steve’s line of fire, just like you were right now. He’d grown and changed from those days, but if you got him upset enough, he would rear his ugly head. He stopped right in front of you, reaching around you to the door to exit his room. He gave you a look up and down you can only describe as pure disgust and muttered close to your face, “have fun with those college boys.”

You let out an airy laugh, his condescending words and tone sending you over the edge. You turn and fiercely walk to the staircase and stop at the edge. You know it’s a low blow. You know it’s hitting him where it hurts. But you’re so mad, you don’t recognize the man you’d gotten to know for the past few months. You spit out the sentence without thinking twice.

“I know you couldn’t possibly understand what I’m feeling because you couldn’t get into any colleges, but it’s not my fault you slacked off and didn’t get the grades. Don’t be bitter at me because I’m leaving in the fall and you’re not.”

You don’t have time to see his hurt reaction before you turn on your heel and race down the stairs and out the front door. As soon as the words left your lips you felt guilty. He’d been so insecure with his college application troubles and you used it against him. But it was over. You slide into your car and quickly speed down the road. You take a shaky breath in and out as you drive, trying to put Steve in the back of your mind and bring college preparation thoughts to the forefront of your focus.

✧

You push through the front door of your dorm building, heaving your heavy backpack through the long hall. Your eyes ached from reading your textbook for hours to cram in a last-minute study session for your exam tomorrow. You were teetering on a failing grade; you just knew it. This class in particular, but all your classes your first semester, were kicking your ass. You couldn’t afford to pay to retake classes. The stress of juggling all these hard classes was bogging you down, and you still didn’t know what you even wanted to major in. It’s not an exaggeration for you to say college was definitely not the exciting, thrilling fun you thought it would be.

When you push your room door open, you’re greeted with the smell of liquor and cheap cigarettes. Neither of these things you were above, by any means, but not on a Tuesday night when you have an exam in the morning. On top of your grades being atrocious, your roommate was downright terrible. Throwing dorm room parties constantly, always up at the worst hours, and messy. So incredibly messy. And the worst part is, she doesn’t even like you. She acted as if you were the one intruding on her.

You push through the group of girls in your way, ignoring the snide remarks, throwing your backpack onto your bed, fishing out your wallet, and immediately removing yourself from the room. You trudge over to the vending machine, hoping for some kind of food before you force yourself to sleep through the inevitably restless night. You grab some candy and turn, nearly bumping into another person. You mutter an apology and step to the side, engrossed in opening the packet of M&M’s.

“Hey you’re one of the girls in room 13 right?” The voice from behind you asks. You turn and see a vaguely familiar girl.

“Yeah,” you respond.

“You got a call at the payphone earlier,” she steps up to the vending machine. “Some guy named Eddie.”

Eddie.

Throughout the awful college experience you’d been enduring, your one saving grace had been Eddie Munson. You thank the girl and nearly race up to the one of the phones down the hall. You shove in some quarters quickly and punch in the all-too-familiar number. He picks up on the second ring.

“Hello?” you hear his voice answer, and heat flushes over you. But not the giddy, lovey-dovey heat you’d had when you and Steve would have your routine nightly chats, back when you were still with him. This was a different heat. Darker, more lustful.

The summer after you’d broken things off with Steve, you found yourself having a harder time moving on than you thought you would. The things you’d said to Steve you knew you didn’t mean. His hurt face swam into view every time you thought about it. It was haunting you, and you’d do anything to forget about it. One of your friends had suggested Eddie, being a drug dealer and all. You couldn’t recall who Eddie was exactly, but you knew he sold things that could take your mind off real life, so you were set. Soon, you found yourself not just picking up weed from him. It became smoking with each other and ordering a pizza, getting to know each other at a surface level, watching stupid movies and laughing at stupid things. You didn’t like him, definitely not in the way you liked Steve. However, you were very attracted to him. So, when he made advances one night you two smoked in his van out at Lover’s Lake, you most definitely weren’t going to stop him. It was just a one-time thing, you’d both agreed. Until he called you a week later. Then it started to happen more often. When you left for college, you both expected things would fizzle out. Oh well, you’d had your fun rebound.

Though, on a particular Friday you were getting weighed down by the toll college was taking on you, you found yourself calling him from your dorm, asking if he was free that night. Phone calls between you and Eddie started to become more frequent. Usually it was, “what are you up to this weekend?”, followed by him saying something along the lines of, “you should come visit. I got a new batch from Rick, and we should smoke it and see how long we can go without touching each other”. Because of this, you started to make occasional trips to Hawkins to smoke weed and hook up to cope and escape your personal hell that was freshman year.

“Hey, you” You smiled into the phone.

“I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna call me back,” you could hear him smiling on the other end of the phone too, a lusty drawl to his voice you detected immediately. “You weren’t cheating on me by being smoked out by some other college stoner, right?” he teased. The thing you liked the most about you and Eddie’s agreement was that you both knew where you stood. There were no complicated feelings involved.

“You know I would never,” you fake-gasp.

“So, listen,” you hear him shift on the other side of the phone. “There’s this huge Halloween costume party this weekend here in Hawkins. I’m not one for Hawkins parties… but this one actually sounds like it might be fun. Wanna come?”

“Most definitely,” you nod. “Are we coordinating costumes?” you tease, fiddling with the phone cord.

“Well, I actually have an idea, but it’s kind of...”

“I expect nothing less from you,” you cut him off. He begins to ramble about some Motley Crüe music video that he loves and how you could dress as one of the ‘hot chicks’ and he could dress as one of the band members and it would be ‘totally awesome’. He explains the costume details to you in the best way a male brain can, and you make a mental note to stop by a video rental store tomorrow to rent the music video and see what you’re working with here.

“I’ll be there Friday night, costumed up.”

“Oh, I do like the sound of that,” he breathed out. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

✧

As you pull up to the party, Eddie makes a point to trot over to your van door and pull it open for you. Ever the gentleman, dressed head to toe in an undeniably incredible Tommy Lee costume.

“Why thank you,” you smile, taking his hand as you step out of the van. You could hear the bumping bass from the party all the way from where Eddie parked down the street.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Eddie started, giddily walking, already producing a joint and sparking up. “Your costume looks insane. I don’t know how you managed to do that within a few days,” he lets out a puff of smoke and hands you the joint.

You give a twirl and slip the joint past your lips. “It’s pretty easy to be out shopping for things when you wanna spend as least time in your dorm room as possible.” It was true. After your big exam, the rest of the week had gone by smoothly with you busying yourself by either being at the library or out shopping and crafting your costume.

You both pass the joint to each other a few times and before you know it, you’re both making your way through the people crowding the lawn. Just before you make your way into the house, Eddie stops to chat with some of his D&D buddies. You decide to leave him to his friends, it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything.

You already feel a bit tipsy, mentally thanking Eddie for roping you into taking a few tequila shots before leaving for the party. The inside of the house is dark and smoky, save for some flashing colorful lights illuminating the crowd of closely knit dancing bodies. You spot an opened, nearly full bottle of… Merlot? Was it merlot? You soon realized you didn’t care. Your fingers tighten around the sticky bottle, and you heartily swig it, the liquid grossly warm. Your feet take you to the edge of the crowd, immediately getting engulfed in the group of people, dancing to the music, happy and carefree to be anywhere but your dorm room.

You lose track of time. After a while of dancing on your own and progressively letting the wine, tequila, and weed all take their effect, in the haze of the dark, smoky crowd, you hear a wolf whistle over the music in your direction. You took a spin, expecting to meet eyes with Eddie.

Your blood ran cold, and you choked the swig of wine you’d just taken. Steve’s beautiful face was illuminated by only the occasional flashes of light in the large room, a lopsided, drunk smile on his face. He stood closely in front of you, slightly swaying to the music. You quickly take in his Scarface costume, a small voice in the back of your mind immediately assuming that a beautiful, blonde Elvira is close by.

You both stare at each other for a minute, you stand still amid drunk dancing teens. You quickly realize you are obscured from wherever Eddie’s view happened to be by the large crowd around you, but why was that your first thought? You try to glance around to see if Eddie had decided to come inside, or if he was anywhere in eyeshot so he could rescue you. But you’re feeling Steve’s eyes raking over your body. Heat flushes over you, and you clamp your thighs together, stifling the thoughts and feelings washing over you prompted by his seductive gaze.

“What do you want”, you ask, it coming out snarkier than you’d meant for it to. You’re just… uncomfortable under his heavy gaze. But not uncomfortable, like you didn’t want him near you. No, no. Moreso… uncomfortable because when you saw him looking at you the way he did, a heat ignited somewhere in you. It had been so long since you’d seen his face, nevertheless seen him look at you with such… lust? Could you even call it that?  

“I’d been trying to get over to you for the past 17 songs,” he retorted over the music, just loud enough for you to hear. “You are hard to track down, you know that?” More teens were dancing into you, of course pushing you and Steve closer. Too close. So close that you could smell that he had been drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes. And his cologne. The cologne you’d complimented one of the first times you’d hung out. The cologne that reminded you of being close to him. Smelling it on his neck when you had been kissing his collarbone…. Heat flushed over your cheeks, and you’d hope he didn’t see it in the rhythmic flashing of lights. A particularly hard jab from a girl dressed as Madonna hit your arm, causing your bra strap to fall to your arm.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you choked out, frantically adjusting the strap of your top back to your shoulder, finally finding your voice again. You were suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Your hands grow sweaty as the wine bottle slips through your fingers. You take a swig, desperate to break the charged eye contact he was making with you.

“Did you happen to forget I still live here?” He snarked back, a goofy Steve Harrington smile on his lips.

“And so what if I did?” You respond, looking to try and brush past him. You need to find Eddie. He’s your crutch here. You need to remove yourself from the situation, because you know you’ll get in far too deep if he keeps looking at you this way. But his large frame steps in front of you, blocking you in between him and the group of girls behind you.

“You leave town onto bigger and better things and end up rightback next to me, huh?” He gives a cocky smirk and takes a sip from his cup, not breaking eye contact. “Funny how that works.”

“I’m just here visiting a friend,” You retort.

“Yeah, you know, I did hear about that…” He started, a hint of a scoff bubbling out through his lips. He leans close to your ear, one hand grazing the fabric on your forearm, dangerously close to the swell of your hip, the other hand clutched around his red solo cup. Beads of sweat form on your forehead, but not from the heat.

“Somebody told me you’re actually here with Eddie Munson,” he chuckled a bit, as if it was unbelievable. You pulled away and scanned his darkened and unreadable eyes, trying to get what he’s playing at. You notice the King Steve persona again, like you did the day you dumped him. You don’t know it, but something inside him flipped when he saw you dancing on the dancefloor, skirt riding up your thigh, bra strap slipping down your arm.

“Why do you care? I’m sure there’s some girl around here you brought,” you play it off like it doesn’t sting your tongue to say. You wanted to know so badly why he was asking. Did he care? Was he going to make fun of you? Was he hurt? Jealous?

“I just didn’t think he was your type, you know…” He persisted, raising his cup to his face, a dark smile starting to form as he speaks. “I mean… now that I think about it, something about him reminds me of Nancy. I think it’s the curly hair…” He said with a wink and a swig of his drink. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. You immediately knew what he was getting at. You’d been so insecure in your entire relationship with him that you were just his Nancy rebound. Idiotic Tommy and Carol would never let you hear the end of it with how different you were from Nancy, and it ate away at you and made you so insecure. Because you weren’t like Nancy Wheeler, like, at all. And with this comment he was not only insulting you, but your choice in having Eddie Munson as your date to this party. This was his response to the low blow you had made before leaving his house the day you broke up with him. You take a deep breath in, releasing your arms and shoving his chest with the top of the wine bottle.

“Was that the best insult you could come up with, Stevie? Is Eddie Munson making King Steve that insecure?” you mock him, the alcohol finally giving you your fiery attitude. “You know what, he may not be as manly as you think you are but trust me…” you drunkenly grab a fistful of his shirt and bring him close to lean towards his ear, “he’s more of a man than you ever were. Especially in bed,” you purr. You release his shirt and shove him away.

You’re expecting him to be stunned, to be speechless. King Steve, dethroned. But to your horror, he gives a dark, dry laugh.

The opening riff to a new song starts playing, and the crowd cheers, causing Madonna to bump into you so harshly that you’re thrown into a compromising position. Steve places his hands on your arms, steadying the both of you, so your back close to him, and he starts moving with the music.

“Oh, I’m not worried about him competing with the way I made you feel,” he leans in, millimeters away from your ear, hands sliding dangerously close to your hips. “I’m sure Eddie Munson doesn’t know you well enough to know the right ways to pleasure you like I did. Tell me,” he breathes, hot and close to your ear. Shivers run down your arms. “Do you let him use those pink handcuffs on you? You know… the ones I bought for you?”

Your mouth goes dry, numbly moving as his hands guide your body to the music with his. A gasp hitches in your throat as you feel him closer behind you.

“Just give me tonight… for old time’s sake. I think I need to remind you just how good I made you feel.” A shiver runs up your arm as his hand runs down your arm, gripping the wine bottle with his hand over the top of yours. He brings it up to his lips, your hand trapped under his. Once he swigs a few gulps, he slides the bottle down the front of your body, letting go of the bottle, but his touch lingering on your collarbone.

Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the fact that the song that just started playing is one of your favorites and Steve knows it. But something in you chases the high that his touch is giving you. So, what the hell. You give in. You know it’s what you want, deep down, even if you were stone cold sober. You couldn’t deny that nights spent at Eddie’s trailer, long after Eddie had fallen asleep, memories of Steve haunted your memories. You couldn’t deny it, even though you wanted to pretend it didn’t keep you up some nights.

You begin to sway to the music, Steve’s strong body behind you guiding you to the rhythm. His touch never leaving you. It felt so right, like returning to a proper stasis after chaos for so long. It felt right and comfortable and normal. His hands wander your curves, and you throw your head back. Steve knew your body in a way Eddie never had. Intimacy with Steve wasn’t just about immediate sexual satisfaction. It was about intimacy. Steve had cared about you, actually cared. He wanted to make you feel good. You knew the persona he was playing up tonight was a front to hide how he really felt. He yearned for you, especially yearned to make you feel good. You’d refused to admit it since you started hooking up with Eddie, but Steve had made you feel good in a far different way. And the fact that he knew it simultaneously pissed you off and turned you on.

You feel Steve’s hand ghost up your arm and to your shoulder, and almost instinctively, as if you were back to your old ways, you let your head lull to the side. Steve’s lips immediately attach to the spot on your neck that he knows you love. You let out a moan, inaudible under the music. Your fingers tangle into his thick hair, willing him to keep going. His hands lightly trail up the front of your thin shirt, and you can feel his fingers brush against your nipple. And suddenly, he detaches his lips from you, much to your dismay.

You turn your head, sighing in protest, and turn to him, inches away from your face. His drunken breath fans across your face, intoxicating you more than any weed you smoked or wine you swigged tonight. The lights flash from behind his head, lighting up his beautiful features. His eyes fall to your lips, and his large hand moves from your chest to cup your cheek, and he pulls your face forcefully to meet your lips to his. He wastes no time making the kiss as sloppy as the environment you’re in calls for, his hands running wild. To your surprise, you feel your hand gripping his shirt, your body aching to get him even closer. You give into the sensation and let your hands tentatively rake down the front of his shirt. You waste no time slipping under his shirt, hands dancing up his torso, Eddie a long, distant memory. But your lips grow cold as he pulls away. He sloppily smirks at you, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand. You hate him for it.

“Ditch Munson and come home with me,” he says, still close to you. Under the smug façade he puts on, you can see that his eyes are almost desperate. Your brain tries to formulate a sentence to decline, but you look at his face and see Steve’s real self through the mask. Not King Steve, but the real, genuine Steve. The one you love. Lips puffy from crashing into yours, cheeks flushed, hair tussled from where your fingers had raked through it. The smell on his breath intoxicates you. He feels safe. Familiar. Something about him you can’t resist. You never could resist.

“Steve, I don’t want to get you tangled up in something complicated,” you find the words tumbling out of your mouth, suddenly feeling guilty for dumping him only to end up getting involved with another Hawkins boy. What a slap in the face that must have been. But he leans in and kisses you deeply, stopping your train of thought. When he pulls away, he keeps his face close to yours.

“Let’s worry about this in the morning, yeah?” He nods, encouraging you. You know you want to too; you just worry you’re going to hurt him in the process. His hand finds its way to your cheek again, his thumb brushing against your chin. “Let tonight just be… tonight, okay?”

You gaze up at him, brain racing through a million answers to give him in the span of a millisecond. But you respond with the answer you know deep down that you really want to say.

“Let’s get out of here,” You slide your arm around his and start to push through the crowd.

please do not repost anywhere. please do not plagiarize my work as your own. please do not use my writing for any AI purposes.

[barblaz-arts]

Stephanie Beatrice had played my 3 favorite characters (Rosa Mirabel and Vaggie) and since I watched Encanto and B99 I have my head canon that Vaggie have both Rosa and Mirabel personalities.

Any way, I just want to know what is your head canon or theory about her? ( specifically about Lute calling her weak and why the other exorcist hate her)

Since she is your girl, I would love to read your essay about her.(I’m joking you don’t have to write that much I just like to read your post)

Thank you

"My girl"... Am I just "that one artist who's the biggest Vaggie stan" to you guys? (I won't mind it!)

Oh man! I do have some ideas! A lot of my headcanons were already kinda sorta mentioned in my fic/art tho, so sorry if you're not getting a lot of new info

- I have this headcanon that Vaggie's always been "softer" than the other Exorcists, which is what I assume Lute meant when she said she "always knew [Vaggie] was weak". I know it probably has more to do with how little time each episode has, but what if Lute was so ready, already behind Vaggie when she let that kid go, because she knew this wasn't the first time Vaggie spared a sinner? Maybe that was just the first time Lute actually caught her. Maybe she's always had her suspicions, when Vaggie's kill count would lower every year, and she'd sometimes find Vaggie saying a sinner got away somehow despite cornering that demon moments ago.

- although she's gotten used enough to her lack of depth perception when it comes to her hand eye coordination, especially when fighting, i like to think her reading ability could never truly go back to the way it used to be, so she has trouble reading/ writing/texting (if you notice, i always showed instances of this in my fic ;> )But because she's the hotel manager she still has to deal with them because of paperwork and shit, so she has prescription glasses that help. I'd wanted to include a scene in the First Guest where Vaggie almost cries after seeing Charlie thru the glasses for the first time, because she didn't think Charlie could be any more beautiful, but i scrapped the idea because I couldn't expand the concept enough to an actual scene that could be relevant to the overall fic. I probably should have just mentioned it in a paragraph or something, but by the time i remembered id already posted the chapter I intended to add it in. Maybe I'll use it for another fic.

- she prefers femme clothing so she doesn't really have a reason to do this, but she learned how to do all kinds of ties so that she could do Charlie's whenever

- she grew her hair to compensate for her lost wings

- she wasn't exactly a great cook before she Fell, but she was pretty capable when she lived alone in Heaven. Cooking for Charlie tho gave her the motivation to get better and actually enjoy it

- an angel trait that she could never truly abandon is being a stickler for rules. She's very strict on everyone and herself with these things, within reason. So even when she and Charlie started dating, she insisted that they can't sleep together until they've had their third date. When they're on the clock, they have to be professional and avoid flirtatious advances in front of staff and guests. Charlie didn't mind because she prefers privacy too.

- Vaggie's physical appearance slightly changed gradually the longer she stayed in hell. As an angel, her sclera was paler, her incisors duller, and her skin grayer. But as time passed, her sclera got more and more peach/pink, fangs sharper, and skin more purple toned

- i still like to think that Vaggie's old backstory back when only the pilot was out (having died in 2014 in her early twenties who worked as a sex worker in El Salvador) was still true. Maybe it's just because I've liked Chaggie since pilot, and I've grown really attached to that backstory. I also just really don't want Vaggie to be Heavenborn for some reason. Among the cast she just seems the most grounded to reality to me, so having her revealed to have never been human and born "divine" just doesn't seem right to me. I also just think it'd be cute and funny if it turns out she's chronologically the youngest in the hotel even tho she's basically everyone's strict not-mom.

- idgaf what Adam says, I wanna think that "Vaggie" is short for "Evangeline". I used to have these 2 coworkers in their late 50's to 60's who had Evangeline as their government name, but one of them goes by "Vanj" and the other "Vajee". Being older Filipino women who aren't really too fluent in English, they never thought there was anything wrong with that when they grew up with their nicknames. I like to think that the case was the same if Vaggie used to be human. I'm not sure how common English is in El Salvador, but I'm willing to bet it's possible she could have been given that nickname as a kid by an older family member who didn't know a lot of English. Also Evangeline makes more sense to have been the name of an angel cmon now...

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

OOOOOO what about pregnant reader x 141

So the reader and their partner is checking the ultrasound for the first time and while their seeing the baby on the monitor the doctor says "omg" and they both worry then the doctor says "There's a second heartbeat! You're having twins!"

And the reader and their partner is just shocked (and the reader is freaking out)

and u can add more if u wantt teehe i luv ur series with this 😭😭😭

Hehehe I got a few requests for this one🫡🙈 it's a little short, but I hope you all enjoy!!

141 + König's Reactions To You Being Pregnant With Twins

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, fluff

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Simon Ghost Riley-

You and Simon had been together for a few years before you'd found out you were pregnant. You were scared out of your mind, and so was Simon. Kids were never really a serious discussion for the two of you, so when you'd told him you were expecting, he was shocked.

After a few serious conversations, you both decided to have the baby, and the two of you began to grow excited. Simon was still rather nervous and grew rather jittery the closer your due date got.

Simon was finally home on leave to be able to come to one of your ultrasounds, and you were over the moon he was able to join you.

You laid back onto the exam table, flinching slightly as the cold ultrasound jelly was splayed out on your belly. You gripped Simon's hand tightly as you glanced over to the monitor.

"Alright, Mr. And Mrs. Riley looks to be all good do far." The doctor said as she watched the screen closely.

You looked to Simon to find him watching the screen in awe, a small smile forming on his lips. You felt warmth spread throughout your body before the doctor spoke up again. "Oh. Oh, wait a minute."

"Is everything okay?" Simon asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"It.. it appears you guys are having twins!" She beamed, pointing to the screen estatically.

You followed her finger and did, in fact, see that there was not one, but two babies there. Your jaw fell silently as you gawked at the screen.

"....twins?" Simon's mind was going a mile a minute.

You looked to Simon, to find a bewildered look on his face. He was in pure shock.

The doctor gave a warm smile before leaving the two of you to have a private moment together.

"Simon." You turned to your husband, hand shaking slightly. You were nervous he was going to retreat back in his shell. "I'm.. I don't know what to-."

Simon silenced you with a swift but soft kiss to your lips. "This is wonderful, love."

You felt tears pooling in your eyes as you pulled back to look at him. "Really? You mean it?"

Simon stood, pulling your face in his chest as he peppered kisses to your head. "I do. Our little family is growing bigger by the second."

Simon watched as your attention returned back to the screen, a wide smile forming on your face. Simon felt his own lips forming a smile as he watched on. Twins may not be such a bad thing after all. If it meant having one more person being brought into this world that resembled the woman he loved, he'd have as many kids as possible.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

Johnny was rubbing at your belly soothingly as you awaited the doctor in the exam room you were in for your routine ultrasound, and this was the first Johnny was able to attend. Though he couldn't make it to most of the appointments, he was beyond supportive of you throughout the duration of your pregnancy.

"You seem more nervous than I am, baby." You chuckled as you stroked his mohawk.

"Just want to make sure the little one's healthy, that's all." He gave you a smile before kissing your exposed belly. "I'm eager for the rest of the pregnancy to go by."

"You and me both." You let out a hearty laugh as the doctor walked in.

"Alright, Mr. And Mrs. MacTavish. Let's see how your little one's doing." She smiled as she sat down next to you, spreading the jelly across your stomach. She rolled the gadget around the jelly, and you began to hear a faint heartbeat emit from the monitor.

"Do you hear that? It's faint, but it's your baby's heartbeat." The doctor said, giving you and Johnny a warm smile.

She continued to move the gadget around on your belly, her eyes squinting slightly at the screen.

You sat up slightly as you watched her study the monitor. "Doc?"

Johnny sat forward, his eyes trained on the doctor as she broke out a wide grin. "Listen closely. There's a second heartbeat."

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened and did, in fact, hear a faint second heartbeat coming from the monitor. You let out a small chuckle as you turned to Johnny. "Johnny!"

Johnny looked at you a moment before speaking. "So the baby has two hearts?"

You playfully slapped your husband, and the doctor burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh dear God Johnny."

"Mr. MacTavish, if I may, you are your wife are going to have twins." The doctor said, regarding Johnny with a smile before looking back at the screen. "Two healthy ones from the looks of it."

Johnny blinked a few times at the monitor, before looking back to you. "Twins?"

You bit your lip and nodded. "Twins."

He stood up abruptly and gave loud cheer, startling you and the doctor. "Oh my God! Twins! Two! I'm going to be a dad of twins!"

He began to jump up and down like a child, his excitement causing you to giggle.

To say he was elated was an understatement. The minute you'd gotten home, he'd called his mum, Simon, and the rest of the 141 to tell them the news.

König-

Königs legs were bouncing rapidly, as he was unable to calm his nerves. This was common for him, though, whenever he'd accompany you to your ultrasound appointments he always got nervous.

"Alright, Miss Y/N. How has everything been going?" The doctor wheeled her chair up to you, inspecting your bump.

"Well! I've been taking the vitamins you'd recommended and have been taking it easy. I'm eager to see the little one on the screen!" You beamed, as you looked down at your belly.

König smiled to himself and grasped for your hand. He, too, was excited. When you'd found out you were pregnant, he was obviously nervous, but kids were something he'd wanted deep down since he was a boy. And you, the woman of his dreams, was about to make that a reality for him.

He was too lost in admiring you, he almost didn't hear the word "twins" emit from the doctors mouth.

He watched as your eyes widened and your mouth fell slightly agape. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"It appears you two are having twins! I don't know how we didn't see it earlier! Look!" The doctor pointed at the screen.

König was shocked. He didn't know what to say, and it was clear, neither did you. His legs began to bounce nervously once more as silence fell in the room.

You looked over at him, your eyes still as wide as before, a look of clear shock on your face. König didn't know what to do. He could barely register the information himself.

He was about to speak up before he heard you chuckle. "Twins! I'm having twins!"

He watched as your face began to light up, as you finally processed the information given to you. You were practically beaming.

König gave an elated laugh before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Maus, this is amazing."

His gaze flitted to the screen and saw his two little babies, and the smile that lined his lips was infectious. He absolutely couldn't wait to start this little family with you.

John Price-

John was on deployment when you'd found out. You went to your ultrasound appointment with your close friend and burst into happy tears when you were told you were expecting twins.

You and John had been trying to be a child for a while. You'd just about given up hope when, by miracle, you'd finally gotten pregnant.

He was over the moon when you'd found out you were pregnant, as the two of you had been trying for quite some time to no avail.

It was a few weeks after the appointment when John finally arrived home, and you were eager to tell him. You let him settle in before approaching him with a nervous smile.

You handed John the picture of the ultrasound as watched as he studied the picture intently.

"Theres...two?" He asked, his eyes widening as they met yours.

You gave a small nod, nervous as to what he was thinking.

He stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes darting back to the picture in front of him before he looked back up at you, his hazel eyes filling with tears. "There's two, John."

You felt your own eyes begin to water as you watched him. He placed the picture down gently before making his way over to you, carefully engulfing you in a hug. "I'm so fucking happy, baby girl."

You choked on a sob as your arms flew around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "We're going to be parents to twins, John. The wait has been been worth it."

"It has, sweetheart, it so has." He cooed, holding you closer. His heart was swelling with pride, knowing that the woman he loved was carrying not one but two of his children.

He made it a point, to be at the next ultrasound, and was brought to tears as he was finally able to hear his baby's heartbeats.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle watched on in amazement as the doctor began to spread the jelly along your growing bump.

"Is it cold?" He'd asked you, laughing quietly as he watched you jolt slightly.

You nodded with a smile, squeezing his hand as you looked over to the monitor, your face lighting up as you saw the little one growing inside of you.

"Incredible." Kyle said, his eyes lighting up at the digital. "You can see it's little head."

The doctor smiled at your husband, and began to move the gadget around to show him more of the baby, stopping suddenly when she caught sight of another foot. "Wait a second, think we have another one!"

"Another one?" You asked, your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Ah yes. My suspicions were correct, Mrs. And Mr. Garrick, it appears you're having twins!"

Kyle made a small noise of surprise as you let out a squeal.

"T-twins?" He stuttered. "A-Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent, Mr. Garrick. If I could direct your attention back to the screen, you'll find the second little one right here."

Kyle's jaw dropped as his eyes fell on the two small figures on the screen. "Y/N. We are having twins."

You let out another squeal and turned to Kyle, throwing your arms around him. "Oh my gosh, Kyle."

He squeezed you gently as a tear came to his eyes. "I'm so excited, babe. I can't believe this."

After that appointment, Kyle became extra attentive to you. He'd drop what he was doing if you needed something, and his heart would grow ten times bigger each time he'd see your belly growing. He was the best husband you could've asked for, and the best father you could've dreamed of having for your twins.

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A/N: ahh I hope this was okay! I didn't want to go super angsty with this one lol🫣

[mncxbe]

Omg, How do you think Dazai, Ranpo, and Jouno (if you want you can add some people) react if their S/o is still stuck in the "Crush phase", like subconsciously smiling at them, sometimes forgetting to breathe (is that just me ?), hiding their face, you get the gist :]

Omg this is so sweet I cannot- I made it kinda sappy hihi let's get right into it♡♡♡ also sorry it took so long to post. school is killing me💀

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Me, blushing? Nah...

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

cocky bastard (affectionately)

teases you so much about it omg but does find it adorable

"Aww my bella's still flustered around me? Glad I didn't lose my charm"

no bcs if you catch him off guard; like if he sees you look at him with those big doe eyes he will defo get flashbacks of the times you first started going out on dates

he smiles so gently and he's so happy

like don't underestimate the love this man will have for you fr

You were currently sitting at a square table, tucked in the corner of your favourite coffee shop, with your loving boyfriend facing you. He's been listening to you talk about your insufferable colleagues at work for about half an hour.

You knew you were starting to get the facts mixed up in a jumble of incoherent sentences but you couldn't help it; not when Dazai was looking at you with those beautiful, chocolate brown eyes and that smile you loved so much.

And oh, how blissfully aware he was of the effect he had on you. It warmed his heart to see you act so nervous around him, because of him, after all this time...

He never thought the two of you would last. Maybe a couple of weeks or months, yea. But three whole years? And the relationship was still going well? He was the luckiest man of Earth.

"Aww is my pretty girl blushing again?" he cooed as he leaned over the table and pinched your cheek lightly.

"What? No, I'm not..." you whined in protest as you covered your face with one of your hands.

"It's ok bella. I know you'll never resist my charms. Now please go on talking. I love the gossip" he mocked again, but you caught the hint of softness in his voice.

Taking a deep breath in, you resumed your talk, hand subconsciously reaching out across the table for his.

Dazai intertwined his fingers with yours, meeting them mid-way. He listened carefully, sliding his thumb over yours like he did a countless times before- like he'll do until the end of time because he loves you- and he smiled, nodding at your words.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

cocky bastard part 2

much like Dazai he loves your reactions; it's a gentle reminder that you still love him the same way you did when you became a couple

also teases you a bit but let's be honest, he's probably stuck in the crush phase too

y'all are so giddy all the time really

Lost in deep thought, Ranpo swirled his tongue around a cherry flavoured lollipop; fingers mindlessly tapping against the cushioned couch in a slow rhythm.

"You see. Those people must've been hiding in the warehouses closest to the city. They needed a fast escape route so picking the ones on the shore would've made no sense."

For the past ten minutes Ranpo's been explaining to you how he captured a group of gun dealers, deducing the location of their hideout from a mere stain he found on one of the men's shoes.

As per usual, you listened patiently to all he had to say. Your boyfriend's stories never ceased to fascinate you; he was simply amazing. As you watched him nonchalantly explaining every step of his deduction, his signature grin stretched on his lips; a rosy tint rose to your cheeks.

"And anyway, that's how we narrowed down the possible options for the warehouses. Since the ones on the eastern side were patrolled more often, only the ones in the western side remained as- Hey, you still listening to me?"

His question snapped you out of your trance and you nodded eagerly.

"Yes babe. Sorry. I was just distracted for a moment"

Ranpo didn't fail to notice the way you averted his gaze from his and how your blush grew deeper when he leaned in, placing a finger under your chin to make you face him again.

"Then look at me when I'm talking, sugar. You know I can't stand it when I don't have all your attention."

"Sure Ranpo, sure. Now go on please" you urged him and he couldn't help but smile.

Your boyfriend indulged you, continuing his story from where he was left but his attention now shifted to you. He was speaking mechanically, focusing on your awed expression and trying his best to conceal his pride and joy. Even after all these years of being a couple, you were still so excited and giddy whenever he told you about a case at work.

He remembered your first date, when he accidently rambled on about some murder that happened in your neighbourhood and you stood these smiling, just like you did now, listening to him talk. That's the day he knew you were the one.

When he finally finished talking you clapped your hands, merrily swaying from side to side.

"That was great love. I'm sure I would've never figured it out. You're amazing"

Ranpo chuckled and placed a quick kiss on your lips, causing you to flush again.

"And you're adorable when you blush like that" he said gently, booping your nose.

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

he's so painfully aware of all your reactions

when your breath hitches when you watch him cook dinner for you? he catches that; when your heart beats slightly faster when the two of you cuddle? he doesn't miss that either

doesn't always want to admit it but he loves it

also doesn't tease you too often about it; he simply doesn't point it out because he knows he still reacts the same to you

congrats, you made his heart melt

Your boyfriend was minding his own business, typing away some reports at the kitchen table when you placed a cup of steaming coffee next to him.

"Here you go sir. A double shot espresso with no milk and no soy sauce." you said playfully, causing Jouno's lips to curl into a smile.

"You're hilarious, you know that?" he mocked as he rose the cup to his lips and took a sip.

And then he heard it: the faint thumping of your heart and your sharp exhale.

"Something wrong, love?" he asked cautiously, placing the cup back on its ceramic plate.

"No just..." you began, blushing furiously "You're really handsome when you work. I mean, you look so focused and all."

Your words came out a mindless babble, causing your boyfriend to smirk.

"Who knew you'd still be so giddy after all this time. You watch me work almost every day"

"Well, you're still as handsome as always so..."

He reached out a hand, motioning you to come closer to him and you closed the distance between you. Jouno swiftly pulled you onto his lap, relishing the way your heart skipped a beat when his arm wrapped around your waist. You were brimming with joy, like a kid in a candy store.

And little did you know that so did Jouno. He didn't want to admit it but he still got flustered when he took notice of the effect he had on you. It was a sweet, gentle reminder that, although your love had matured and changed during the two years you've been together, deep down you still adored him the same way you did at first.

Resting his chin on your shoulder, Jouno went back to typing his report.

"Just stay with me for a while, will you? Tell me if I make any mistakes while writing" he asked in a hushed voice and you nodded in response, adjusting your position on his lap.

'Perfect...' he thought to himself as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. 'This was perfect'

[seospicybin]

TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

I.N x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Jeongin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (17,7k words)

Author's note: 7/8 completed! Let me know if you enjoyed it and I'd appreciate it if you guys leave a feedback x

The sun feels hot on your skin even though it's only ten in the morning.

You stay cool by soaking yourself in the swimming pool with Jeongin next to you, you're facing the sea view from the edge of the pool while Jeongin faces the other way. You put your hand on his stomach, running your wet hand down his abs and it slips down to the waistband of his swimming trunks. Mischievous, you pull it open and peek inside.

Jeongin pushes his sunglasses down his nose to look at you.

"Lana didn't say we couldn't look," you say, slyly smiling as you look back to see the view.

"Are you happy with what you saw?" He asks, pushing the sunglasses higher on the bridge of her nose.

"Mmh, yeah," you answer with a low giggle.

Jeongin repeatedly nods, "All right."

You turn to face him and cling to his side, your hand splashes water on the muscles on his abdomen, then lean close to his ear.

"Happy with what I felt," you whisper.

Last night, things happened.

You both wanted it and decided to just do it, kissing each other while trying not to get caught while everyone else was sleeping in the room.

In the heat of the moment, your hand went inside his boxer and without thinking, you wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock. Maybe it's curiosity, you often wonder about his size and you went to find out, feeling every inch of that glorious thing with your hand.

If it wasn't him pulling your hand out, you would have continued stroking it and more things could have happened. Jeongin even took a serious precaution by keeping your hands down the whole night.

"Oh, wait. That was in my dreams," you playfully add with a low laugh.

Jeongin quietly chuckles next to you, putting his arm around you and resting his hand on the small of your back.

"Yeah, that wasn't real. That didn't happen," He jokingly says.

-

YOU: I just wanted to say hello so I was just, like... waving back down there [laughs]

-

Nearing the middle of the day, it gets too hot to stay in the pool and you both decide to get inside.

Jeongin dries himself and puts on swimming trunks, joining you in the dressing room to borrow your hairdryer for his hair.

In the middle of drying his hair, you come out of the changing room dressed in a pair of red bikini. You walk to the full-length mirror to see yourself and then come up to him.

"Do I look good?" You ask.

He turns off the hairdryer to hear you better and puts it down. He takes a look at you and regardless of what you're wearing, you look attractive to him, both sexually and non-sexually.

"Good," he replies, keeping the rest of the answer to him.

You keep fixing your strapless bikini top, looking uncomfortable wearing and he sees that it keeps

"It keeps riding up," you mumble as you keep pulling it down and pushing your breasts to the middle to make them stay but failing.

"If it's uncomfortable, maybe you should change into a different one," he suggests.

Without saying anything, you open your closet and ask for his opinions on which bikini you should wear from the ones you packed with you to the retreat.

"This one or this one?" You show him two options, a white one-piece or brown two-piece bikini.

Jeongin thinks for a second and points at the one on your left hand.

"Okay," you put the other one back into the closet and head for the changing room.

While he waits for you, he fixes his hair in front of the mirror and brushes it with his fingers to tidy it. Not long after, he sees you coming to his side while tying the straps on your back.

"So, how do we feel?" You ask for his opinion again.

Jeongin has to step away and lean against the vanity table to look at you, the bikini is so small that it only covers the private bits and the straps are so thin that he believes he can snap it off.

But he likes what he sees, his eyes traveling down your body as lust grows the more he sees of you.

"I like it," he simply comments.

You check yourself one more time in the mirror then come up to him, smiling as you slip your arms under and around him.

Jeongin wastes no time putting his arms around you too, he watches his hand touch your warm skin and trail down the back of your body on the mirror. He resists the urge to go lower to fondle your ass cheeks by keeping his hands on your hips.

He fiddles with the thin strap of your bikini and tugs at it, "This is not a bikini. This is just a piece of string," he jokingly says.

Your body quakes as you let out a laugh and look up at him, giving him the eyes that weaken him, "I want a kiss," you say.

He brings one hand to the nape of your neck and gently scratches the tendrils of hair there with his fingers, "We can't," he reminds you.

You softly kiss his jaw and bob your head as you say, "Uh-huh, yes, we can."

Jeongin knows that he should get out of this situation but you have him caged between your arms and putting him under your spell with your enchanting eyes that longingly stare into his eyes.

"We broke the rules last night," he tries to put some sense into you.

"And it wouldn't make any difference if we break another one," You casually say with a smirk on your face.

He lets out a sigh with his head thrown to the back, a part of him wants to stay good but another part of him just wants to ruin you, and he's afraid, the latter part is the most dominant.

You tilt your head to the side and kiss his neck, you continue the trail of kisses to his jaw. You take your hand from around his waist to grab his chin and tilt it down so you can lean in and capture his lips in yours.

Too good. You're just too good at this that Jeongin stops resisting and lets himself loose. You triumphantly smile against his lips as he kisses you back.

He tightens the hold around you, drawing you impossibly close to him, and lets his hand drop to your ass cheek, have himself a squeeze at it.

Gosh, it feels so good to have his desires fulfilled!

After a while, you pull away just a little, tugging his lower lip between your teeth and playfully pull at it. Knowing that you successfully make him fold, you slyly smile in satisfaction at him, and then you start giggling as he's still reeling himself back from the kiss.

"Oh, you're going to be the death of me," he says, allowing himself to place a peck on your lips for the last time.

To avoid temptations to kiss you again, he then turns you around but keeps you close to him, he's liking what he sees in the mirror of him hugging you from the back.

It's in a time like this that he can't believe he gets to be with you, the finest girl in the retreat.

You turn his head to the side and lean in again but this time, Jeongin is quick enough to dodge away.

"No, no, no," he repeatedly says, successfully avoiding danger for this once.

You're laughing as he crosses your hands together in front of your chest and keeps them there, making you unable to move.

"Let's go. It's getting dangerous in here," he says, not waiting for your answer but dragging himself out of there with you.

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JEONGIN: Lana, I'd appreciate it if you keep it as a secret [chuckles]

-

The girls are heading out of the villa for a workshop at the beach which leaves the boys unsupervised. It's a good thing for Jeongin because he wouldn't have to worry about being tempted to break rules with you but he doesn't quite enjoy either the childish conversation or immature act that is going to ensue soon.

"Is it healthy for us to not, like, getting it out for... how long now?" Damon turns his head for someone to finish his sentence.

"Two weeks or more," Kurt mindlessly answers, losing track of time in this retreat.

"Every morning, I wake up shivering, my body needs sex," Damon says, wiping the sheen of sweat on his forehead with a towel.

"I don't think that's how..." Lou sighs, giving up on finishing his words and scratching his head in confusion instead.

The others are laughing at him and Jeongin only joins in on the laughter to be a part of the conversation. The next thing he knows, it turns into a whole session of learning how to do strip dance from Mick while Jeongin watching them on the sideline with Keith.

The whole day, Jeongin is counting down the time that Lana will finally reveal his indiscretions.

His previous strategy of telling everyone in advance about his rule break may have worked but it's definitely not going to work this time, not when he broke so many rules in one day.

"Hey, man," Lou beams.

Jeongin is deep in thought when he enters the bathroom, it takes him a moment to reply to him, "Hey."

Lou chuckles at the way he catches him thinking out loud, "You good?"

He sheepishly smiles at him and brushes his hair as he sits on the edge of the tub, "Not really."

Lou lets out another chuckle while spraying some hairspray into his hair in front of the bathroom mirror, "What’s going on?"

Jeongin is torn whether to tell him or not but out of the boys, Lou is the one he can talk about it with so he decides to tell him.

"Basically, last night, we kissed under the covers and then another thing happened," he blurts out everything in one sentence.

Lou stops moving and turns around to face him, "Bro, you what?"

Looking at Lou's reaction makes Jeongin hesitate to tell him the rest of it but since half of it is already out, he may as well.

"And we kissed again this morning," he blurts again.

Lou chuckles but in a mix of shock and awe, he has nothing to say but put the can of hairspray away.

"First of all, everyone is going to be so pissed," he says.

Jeongin doesn't need the reminder of that but... "Yeah, I know," he meekly says.

Then Lou sucks air through his teeth, looking as distressed as him after gaining the information, "I am still new here so I can't say much about the money," he says.

Jeongin nods at that, understanding that he's not yet fully grasped the whole idea of the retreat.

"But as someone who entered the retreat a bit late, it was hard to catch up to you guys. I mean, it's still impossible for me to grow a connection with someone without being physical," he explains.

And Jeongin should understand you too.

He always thought that you were the one who kept tempting him to rule break when in fact, it's not. You both wanted it, therefore the two of you are responsible for it.

"Please don't tell anyone though," Jeongin adds

"I got you. Don't worry," Lou coyly says, then continues styling his hair.

Telling someone about it makes him feel a bit lighter but he's dreading it still and at the same time, he wants to get it over with.

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JEONGIN: To be honest, I don't regret any of it, like, I know I like her better now.

-

The cone chimes at the same time you're about to leave the dressing room. You stop moving and breathing altogether to hear what Lana has to say.

"Please gather the rest of the guests in the cabana immediately."

"Oh, snap!" Francoise gasps and next to her, Bianca is too focused on putting on her a fake eyelash to care.

Without waiting for the others, you head out of the villa and quietly mutter curses to yourself. The dirty little secret you have with Jeongin is going to catch everyone off guard and you don't have time to find him to discuss the game plan.

"Holy shit," you continuously mutter as you head to the cabana.

Thankfully, Jeongin is already there when you get to the cabana, you waste no time but sit next to him and hold his hand.

You smile at him as you fix the collar of his shirt, "You look good, babe."

He looks so nervous that he loses the radiance in his smile, you lean into his side to ask, "Are you nervous?"

He lets out a low sigh and stifles a nod, "Just a little."

But looking at his slightly clenched jaws and the knitted brows, it seems to you that he's not "just a little" nervous. You rub your hand up and down his arm and squeeze his hand to comfort him.

A while later, Lana chimes in and startles everyone, "Good evening."

"What's up, baby girl?" Courtney asks, being the only one with enthusiasm.

You have a little secret and it does make you anxious but you try to keep calm, if you are both nervous, it'll only make it obvious.

"I have some news," Lana informs.

"Okay, let's hear it," Mick says, looking hopeful that it's going to be good news.

"Last night, there was an incident of sexual contact," Lana reveals.

The sheer hope on Mick's face vanishes in a second and is replaced by a displeased one. He puts on his detective hat and does his job of taking the guilty ones out.

"Who is lying right now?"

You're so apprehensive as to what is about to come out of that little cone's mouth but the more you calm yourself, the more you can't contain your laugh, somehow the way you cope with anxiety is by laughing. You try to suppress it by putting your lips together into a line.

"Girl, you're smiling," Linda catches you being suspicious.

Oh, shit, you quietly curse to yourself again and since everyone is alarmed, you may as well confess everything.

"It was me and Jeongin, we kissed last night," you bravely spill everything.

"Oh, my God!" Courtney groans out loud, her enthusiasm surely has turned into disappointment right now.

"But Lana said sexual contact so...?" Linda cleverly points out.

You glance at Jeongin and he's looking terrified, you feel bad if you have to make him talk about it. You draw a deep breath and remind yourself to keep calm.

"I touched his willy and before more things could happen, he pulled my hand out," you explain as best as you could.

"What?" Linda is flabbergasted and disgusted at the same time.

"Oh, come on, guys. It's not a big deal," you try to lighten them up but it goes the wrong way.

"No, you're being selfish here," Mick argues.

"What she was trying to say is things could have gone worse if we didn't stop there," Jeongin finally comes to your aid and defends you.

"These multiple rule breaks have cost the group $20,000," Lana announces.

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YOU: You can't get away with anything in here, eh?

-

You let out a sigh and stop talking because it's pointless to do so when they don't even want to hear you in the first place.

"We're sorry," Jeongin sincerely says but not pleased with how everyone is attacking you all at once.

Then Lana calls both of your names and your heart sinks, you know it's bad when she starts calling you by names.

"To show me you are committed to the process, I am putting you both to the ultimate test," Lana says.

The announcement gets greeted by a series of groans from everyone. Not going to lie, you're not good at tests and you fear that this time wouldn't be that different.

"In order to pass, you need to demonstrate self-control and show you can form a real emotional connection without breaking my rules," Lana continues.

Mick's hand flies to his forehead and slaps it hard, "Oh, no..."

"Therefore, you will spend the night alone in the private suite."

"There's no way. It's game over," Kurt remarks with a nervous smile.

You don't expect them to believe in you because honestly, you don't even believe yourself.

-

YOU: Lana, what is she thinking putting me and Jeongin in a room alone together?

-

It seems like Lana sets you and him up for failure and everyone has been anything but supportive.

Jeongin expects nothing less than that but now he has a reason to pass this test. He wants to prove them wrong.

"If you refrain from breaking the rules, I will put $20,000 back in the prize fund," Lana appeals.

Everyone instantly cheers at the mention of money and for a split second, forgets what he and you have to do to earn that.

"Just don't do anything. That's it," Keith makes it sound that simple.

Saying it easy but putting it into practice? Jeongin can't promise anyone anything but it gives him one more reason to pass the test.

"I have no faith in you two," Mick openly shares while rubbing his chin in doubt.

"Do you honestly believe you would be able to control yourself?" Courtney asks, representing everyone who doubts him and you.

He looks at you and you look back at him, trying to find the answer in each other but the silence that lasts for a few seconds is the answer to it.

"This is why we don't have faith in you," Courtney says.

"Just know that at the end of it, we'll be waiting for you," Lou says, reminding him that he has to think of the group too.

"We will not do anything," Jeongin promises but he hopes no one notices how his voice quivers at the end of the sentence.

"Please make your way to the suite," Lana orders.

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JEONGIN: No one has any faith in us. Everyone is shitting it, myself included.

-

"Oh, my God. I think we're going to fail!"

That's the first thing you say when you enter the bedroom and see everything, the bed with rose petals on it, the scented candles being lit around the room, the various sex toys on one side of the bed, and a bowl of condoms on the other.

You get on the bed and crawl over to the other side to check the row of bottles, taking one to observe it.

"Natural lubricant," you read it out loud.

Then you pick the other one and read the label, "Massage oil."

Jeongin's mind is going places and it's hard not to think about sex when this room is designed for that. The worst part is you look so ravishing, lying on the bed in your white dress and seductively smiling at him.

He joins you on the bed and throws himself at you, making you both collapse onto the bed.

"It's so sexy, isn't it?" You say.

A moan slips out of your mouth as he kisses your neck, "You're sexy," he whispers.

You chuckle and put your legs around his legs, using them to draw him closer to you, "It's going to be a sexy night, yeah?"

Spotting the chilled wine in a bucket of ice, Jeongin collects it from the end of the bed and wastes no time to pop it open. You hold the champagne flutes as he fills it with the fizzy wine.

"To a sexy night?" You ask with your drink raised in the air.

"To a sexy night," he repeated your words and clinked his glass with yours.

You hold your glass close to your lips but your other hand is on his thigh, poking the skin exposed on his ripped jeans. You don't have to say anything, he can see what you're thinking at this moment just by looking at your eyes.

"I can't wait to see more of you tonight," you say with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip.

Jeongin only nods and fills his mouth with more wine to prevent himself from fueling your words.

"Can't wait to feel more of you too," you add, tugging at the hole in his jeans.

"$20,000 is a lot, you know," he says to remind you how much is at stake here.

"Yeah but I'm sure Lana takes credit cards," you jokingly say.

"$20,000 for a night? I think Lana overcharges us," Jeongin jokes back.

You put away your drink and get on his lap, sitting straddling him with your hands around his neck. You tilt his head upward to make him look at you.

"We should make the most of it then," you say then leans in for a kiss.

-

JEONGIN: [deeply sighs] It's going to be a long night.

-

So far so good.

As much as you want to rip his clothes off at any given moment, no rules have been broken. He's not the only one wanting to prove these people wrong, you try to behave as best as you can so you can show them that your connection is more than just physical.

Despite his physical is so... oh, he's just so perfect.

You're watching him standing against the sink with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, removing the rings cladding his slender fingers. You quietly admire his perfect figure of strong legs and muscular arms wrapped in milky skin that glows under the low light of the bathroom.

"Hurry! Get in the tub!" You tell him while banging the side of the tub with your wet hand.

He's chuckling hearing your impatient whine and continues fixing his hair even though it's pointless to do so. Your heart is pitter-pattering inside your chest as he makes his way to the tub.

He stops right in front of you and without warning, unties his towel and lets it drop onto the floor.

Your eyes dart at the thing hanging between his legs and you automatically scream at the sight of it, overwhelmed and in awe at the same time.

"Oh, my gosh!" You excitedly squeal.

You have touched it but seeing it is a whole different thing and you can't seem to stop looking at it until he gets into the water.

You carefully move inside the tub to sit on his lap, not wanting to let the water slosh out of the tub. You put your legs and arms around him, smiling as you feel him skin to skin.

He holds you close but keeping his hand not lower than the arch of your back, he stares back into your eyes as you look down into his.

He feels so warm and soft against you, you let your hand slide down his shoulder blade and feel his firm biceps but it's his fierce eyes that make you feel the slightest bit aroused.

"You are like chocolate Maltesers," you tell him.

The moment Jeongin smiles, all of his facial features soften and make him look cute, making you want to smooch his lips.

"Why is that?" He asks.

"I just want to put you in my mouth and let you melt on my tongue," you answer with a shy smile.

That answer amuses him so much that he lets out a laugh, he takes the strand of hair escaping your messy bun and endearingly tucks it behind your ear for you.

"How about me? If I were chocolate what would I be?" You ask, genuinely curious about his answer.

Jeongin licks his lips and it only makes them wetter, inviting you to kiss. You feel his knuckle lightly caressing the skin on your back as he reclines against the tub.

"If you weren't chocolate, I'd still eat you," he gives you an unexpected answer.

"Oh, I'd love for you to eat me," you tell him, melting into his hold and burying your face in his neck.

It doesn't take a genius to know that it's not the temperature that caused you to feel hot all over, it's him.

-

YOU: I want to pounce on him but I want to feel him out and see how far I can push him [smirks]

-

"Oh."

"Mmh..."

"Is this how we're going to do it?"

You make all those noises as he cuffs your hands together and puts them above your head, making you unable to move.

"Yes, 'cause you're a bad girl," he keeps pining your hands above your head, not letting it go.

"Mmh... okay," you delightfully sigh, not minding it at all.

Jeongin reaches for the tray of sex toys and picks one to use on you. He lays on his side and taunts you with the thing he holds in his hand.

"Try not to laugh," he dares you.

"Okay," you nod at him while keeping your hands above your head.

Jeongin takes a moment to adore you and your heavenly body. The matching silk underwear you're wearing does nothing but make his head close to short-circuit.

He uses the feather tickler he chose to touch you. He starts from your neck, running it down the column of your neck and down to your chest.

You let out low giggles as he drags it across your chest, you manage to maintain eye contact with him as he brings it down to your abdomen, tickling the sensitive skin around your belly button.

"Oh..." you breathlessly moan with your hips held mid-air.

Starting to enjoy what he's doing to you, Jeongin drags the tickler down your legs, slowly rubbing it up and down your inner thighs.

"Mmh..." you moan again with your chest heaving and your legs shut.

"What if I use my hands?" He asks.

"Mmh, yes, please," you eagerly answer, repeatedly bobbing your head at him.

Jeongin doesn't bother to put it back where it belongs, he throws it onto the floor and impatiently uses his hand to touch you.

"Ah..." you lowly gasp as he wraps his hand around your neck.

He intensely stares into your eyes as he swipes his thumb across your lips and pulls the lower lip down. He feels tempted to kiss you so he leans in and you reflexively close your eyes only for him to kiss you on your eyelid.

Before you can open your eyes, he kisses the other one and places another kiss on the skin behind your ear, making you softly gasp again.

As he keeps kissing your neck, his hand continues its exploration down the curves of your body and eventually lands on your thighs.

He touches you there, caressing the skin with his knuckle, and drags it close enough to where you want him the most, making you shut your legs together and clamping his hand in between.

Even with all these teasings, you manage to keep your hands there just as he asked. Seeing that you're all hot and flustered, he takes your hands down and takes the handcuffs off.

"Did I pass the good girl test?" You jokingly ask.

"Flying colors," he shortly replies.

-

JEONGIN: Teasing her makes me horny [exhales air] I hope none of us fold tonight.

-

"This is how we should do it," you say as you sit straddling him on the bed.

Jeongin lays back on the bed, stacking his hands behind his head and enjoying the view, silently lusting over your body.

"You on top?"

"Uh-huh," you say, coyly taking a sip of your wine.

"Do you have any problems with that?" You ask once you swallowed your drink.

He purses his lips and shakes his head. He then places his hand on your thigh and glides it up to your waist, "I have no problems with that."

At once, he gets up from the bed and catches your body by wrapping his arms around you tightly.

That little maneuver sends your wine spills down your chest and you grumble at him, "Look what you did!"

It's a problem that could be easily solved by wiping it but Jeongin chooses to tease you more by burying his face in between your breasts to lick the droplets with his hot tongue.

You're giggling at how ticklish it feels and at the same time, feeling so aroused inside. You drain your wine empty and get help from him to put the glass away for you.

This way, you can put all of your attention on him and tries not to fuck him.

You hold his face with both hands and lean in close enough until the tip of your noses meet in the middle.

"I want you so much," you shamelessly mutter with eyes closed.

He responds with a hot kiss on your cheek and makes a trail of kisses down the column of your neck while tightening the hold around you.

Without warning, he turns you over and has you pinned under him. He brings his mouth close to your ear, nibbling on your ear with his body pressed on top of you.

"This is how I want to do it," he whispers, then pulls the duvet to cover both of you.

-

YOU: Let's say... we didn't get much sleep last night [smirks]

-

Jeongin knows morning has come without having to see it.

He tries to get a few more minutes of sleep when you snuggle to him, pulling his arm open to rest your head on it and then kiss his cheek.

"Morning," you croak while putting your hand across his chest.

He tangles his hand in your hair, letting your soft hair slip between his fingers and making him feel at ease. You seem to have fallen back to sleep from how you lying still close to him.

Jeongin slightly opens his eyes to check and sees how adorable you look sleeping next to him, he can't help but kiss your forehead as his fingers continuously play with your hair.

"Let's not go back to the villa," you mumble at him.

He lets out a sleepy chuckle and holds the hand lying on his chest as he closes his eyes again, "Let's do that."

After a few minutes, you kick the duvet away and put your leg over his body, clinging to him like he is your lifesaver.

"Last night..." you start.

He stops playing with your hair to hear what you're going to say, "Yeah?"

"You made me feel good last night," you share with your sleepy eyes looking at him.

He lets out a breath of relief, happy with what he hears, and continues brushing your hair with his fingers.

"Last night was amazing," he agrees with you.

Despite the money, the rules, the group, and Lana, he didn't let anything ruin last night for him. He wanted to focus on you and he did exactly that last night.

-

JEONGIN: To be honest, money was the last thing that was on my mind last night.

-

Instead of dreading the time until you have to leave the suite, you choose to make the most of it.

After having breakfast without leaving the bed, you decide to have Jeongin spoil you one more time before your time in the suite is over.

You take off your bra and cup your breasts with your hands aware of all the cameras that may film you half-naked. Slowly, you lay down on your stomach and let yourself relax.

"Ooh..." you moan as Jeongin lathers massage oil on your back.

It always feels good having his hands on you, it doesn't matter what he's doing with them, touching, massaging, squeezing, pinching... you simply like seeing his hands on you.

He applies gentle pressures on the right places and you find yourself enjoying it, moaning in satisfaction as he works on your tensed muscles.

"You know your spots," you comment with your voice muffled by the pillow under you.

"Yeah, I'm generally quite good at finding the spots," he responds, sending you both into chuckles.

He drags his hands to your shoulders and starts massaging you there.

"One spot in particular, I'm pretty good at finding," he adds.

You turn your head to the side to say, "I trust you on that."

As much as you want to stay in the suite with him, the good time has come to an end.

A little before leaving the suite, you both make a plan about how you're going to deliver the news to the group and after that, you both get changed and finally leave the suite.

"Thank you for a great night, Lana!" You say to the nearest camera you can find and blow a kiss.

You're carrying the sweet memories of last night with you and walking hand-in-hand to the cabana. You can see that everyone is already there and probably, anticipating your arrival.

"Remember the plan!" You remind him.

-

YOU: Just know that... we owe Lana so much after last night [smiles]

-

Jeongin is not even there yet but he can feel everyone's stare on him.

As he's about to step into the cabana, he puts on a calm yet serious face as planned. He sits on the empty sofa that is meant for him and you.

All the eyes are on both of you as you sit next to each other and he keeps holding your hand on his lap.

"How was last night?" Francoise asks, being the first to break the deafening silence.

Then Linda joins in, "What happened?

Jeongin glances your way and he gets the cue from how you deliberately blink your eyes at him, letting him answer it for both of you.

"We uh... we couldn't successfully complete," he answers, not forgetting to look devastated as he says it.

Justine rakes his blonde hair to the back and groans, "Shit man..."

"You had one job!" Mick aggressively tells him

Kurt slumps down on the sofa then leers at him, "There was so much at stake, the money, our respect, your own respect," he says with brows knitted and forehead wrinkled.

All kinds of disappointed remarks are being thrown around the room while you and Jeongin can only look at each other with a knowing look on your faces, things are going exactly as planned.

"Are you being serious or not?" Courtney asks in such distress.

You both exchange another knowing look and this time, he lets you have the fun. You keep your serious face then turn your head to face them.

"Hell no! We're not!" You shout out loud.

It takes a moment for everyone to try and process the information, then again, everyone believes nothing until they hear it from Lana herself.

Thankfully, she comes at the right time and it's the first time you feel relaxed facing Lana knowing that you did not break any rules.

As expected, she calls for both of your names right after she chimes.

"Last night, you faced the ultimate test in the suite."

You look at Jeongin and he looks calm as well, unlike last night when Lana revealed the rule breaks.

"I can confirm that..."

For a robot, Lana knows how to build suspense. Everyone is holding their breath to hear the rest of the announcement.

"...no rules were broken."

Now everyone can wholeheartedly celebrate the two of you not having sex in the suite and you get overwhelmed by all the hugs you get from everyone.

"The prize fund now stands at $122,000," Lana informs.

"We love to hear it!" Courtney exclaims in excitement.

-

JEONGIN: It feels so good to achieve this together and we have proved to everybody that we indeed have a genuine connection.

-

At first, you doubt Lana's way of bringing you closer together by putting you and him alone in the private suite. Spending the night with him without being physical was rather hard, but it indeed helped you grow a deeper connection with him.

One thing that you feel differently now is that you're more sure of your feelings towards him. Frankly, you initially thought you were just physically attracted to him but now you know that you you genuinely like him.

For the first time in years, you want something more than just a fling with him.

"Am I doing it right?" Jeongin asks, holding the hair straightener away from your head to avoid accidents.

He offered his help to help you straighten your hair for tonight and of course, you let him do it for you, you wouldn't skip the chance to get spoiled by him.

"Yep, keep going, babe," you encourage.

Without having to look, you know everyone else in the room is jealous of what you both have. Bianca in particular can't help herself smiling at the sight of you two.

"You guys are so cute," she says while putting some colors to her cheeks.

You smile in response to her but you see Jeongin is concentrating hard on straightening your hair and not burning your scalp in the process.

As usual, you let Jeongin have his space while you, Francoise, Linda, and Justine choose the terrace as a place to hang out and talk.

"Do you feel like you connected with Jeongin even more?" Francoise suddenly asks out of the blue, probably wondering how things significantly changed after that night in the private suite.

"Definitely," you shortly answer, "I do feel like it brought us closer together."

Francoise stifles a no as if it's a hard thing to comprehend how being left alone in a private suite without having sex brings two people closer.

"Really?"

"I don't know why but it feels different," you vaguely explain.

"But I can see that you guys progressed a lot together," Justine says.

It's the first time you see her being genuinely nice to you that you get taken aback by it. Maybe she's not as bad as you think, so you smile and sincerely mutter, "Thanks."

Francoise clinks her glass with yours and says, "Bravo to you, girl!"

Bravo to you indeed for being brave and letting your guard down, allowing you to experience this feeling again, it's scary yet so exciting.

-

YOU: I really like him [smiles] and I haven't liked someone like this in so long so I hope that he feels the same way too.

-

Jeongin doesn't see you for the rest of the night until it's bedtime. Funny that he misses you even though you're always around him, it seems like staying in a villa with you isn't enough for him.

You're already in bed when he gets there, talking to Courtney on the next bed while playing with the cushion on your lap.

He removes the cushion and replaces it with his head, resting it on your lap. Without breaking the conversation you're having with Courtney, you slip your hand into his hair and softly scratch his scalp with your fingertips.

It's nice and calming, this moment and just the entirety of the day. It's probably one of the best days he's ever had here in the retreat.

He can feel himself getting drowsy but he keeps his eyes open, looking around the room since the lights are still on. Everything is going so well, everyone is—

It suddenly turns quiet in the bedroom and he wonders why. He looks up at you to find out, then you turn his head in the direction of Damon's bed.

Damon and Bianca huddle their heads together, it seems like he's talking privately to her and she's nodding to whatever it is he's saying.

There's nothing wrong with it until Damon gets up from his bed and gets onto the bed next to his which is Justine's bed. It turns eerily quiet in the room as every one notices what is happening at this moment: Damon has just jumped ship right in front of everyone.

All eyes are on those two beds, one bed is of Bianca trying to keep a straight face and the other bed is of Justine not hesitating to cuddle Damon right next to Bianca.

It comes as a shock to everyone since Damon and Bianca have been together since day one and they've been through a lot as a couple so everyone assumed that things are going well with them.

Apparently, things are not what they seem.

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JEONGIN: I do not see this coming. How long has this been going on?

-

Everyone has woken up from their sleep but no one says anything, not even a sleepy morning greeting from Kurt.

"This is awkward," Jeongin lowly mutters to you.

It is awkward but you can't avoid it too since it all happened when everyone was in the room. Your eyes are glancing around the room, seeking any sort of signs from anyone or just anything, anything but this suffocating silence.

"How do you feel, Bianca?" Courtney's question cuts through the building tension in the room.

Bianca avoids looking at anyone, especially the two people on the next bed. She pouts and nervously picks at her nails.

"I don't know how to feel if I'm being honest," she weakly answers, "I just... at this point, I just want to get through the day."

Courtney lets out a sigh, she seems to have a lot to say to Damon but at the same time, she keeps biting her tongue. Eventually, she stops holding herself back and lets it all out, "Damon, you can't just jump into the bed and say 'I'm sleeping with Justine tonight' then jump out. That's foul," she tells him.

"Yeah, you could have explained it a bit more," Linda adds, keeping her tone soft.

Instead of Damon, Justine is the one speaking up. She sits on the bed and puts a hand on Damon's lap.

"It's not like we break a bunch of rules, okay? I've been through the same thing and no one gave a fuck when it happened to me," Justine defends herself.

You feel slightly called out for that since you've been through a similar situation and it's true, no one said anything when Jeongin chose to sleep with you.

Then again, they're not seeking an answer from her, they want an answer from the guy who's in the middle of this whirlwind.

"Damon?" Courtney demands his answer.

Damon scratches his chin and then innocently answers, "I'm good."

This situation may be similar to yours but now you see that it's not the same, the number one difference Jeongin is not a prick. Damon could have used the opportunity to sincerely apologize to Bianca but he shrugs it all away.

"What?" Courtney can't believe what he just heard.

You can feel her stress from looking at the way her chest heaves as she keeps inhaling air but as much as she tries to calm herself down, she can't stop.

"Talk to her. Communicate with her. You can't just tell her that a moment before you jump ship. Be a real man!" Courtney scolds her while everyone else can only watch it unfold.

"Would it kill you to try and be sensitive?"

Damon with his half-shut eyes is unfazed by Courtney's words, "I personally didn't feel like I was leading anyone on. I didn't think it was going to be this dramatic," he coyly says.

Even Mick who is always vocal about everything seems at a loss for words, he opens his mouth and then closes it again, deciding not to say anything. However, from this exchange, everyone knows what kind of guy Damon really is.

The silence resides in the room again and you rest your head against Jeongin's shoulder to seek comfort against the animosity that fills the air.

Lana's chime breaks the tension in the room and for the first time, you feel thankful that she comes.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Morning, Lana," you reply to her while clinging to Jeongin's arm.

"Damon and Justine, it is up to you to prove that your relationship is more than just skin deep," Lana directly assesses the matter of the moment.

"But it is encouraging to see the couples continuing to develop and grow as couples."

Oh, hearing that makes your heart flutter because it means that Lana sees the growth in you and Jeongin as a couple. You look at Jeongin and smile at him, feeling proud of what you both have achieved together.

"Keep focused as new tests are on the horizon."

Then you hear the word 'test' and you immediately feel a little traumatized, everyone knows that Lana's tests are not something you can take lightly.

Especially after seeing what happened between Bianca, Damon, and Justine, you never know what's going to happen.

-

YOU: I'm happy with Jeongin and things are going well. There's this fear that he's going to bring the old him out. Honestly, I just hope he's fully committed to me.

-

After a very tense morning, Jeongin couldn't be happier to get out of the villa and take his mind off things by working out.

He takes a long shower as he's not ready to engage in any human interactions yet and spends a long time in the bathroom afterward.

"Hey, gorgeous," you beam as you enter the bathroom.

It's a good thing that the first human interaction he's having of the day is with you. He smiles as you place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"You smell good," you softly mutter.

Jeongin returns the compliment with a kiss and a gentle pat on your head afterward.

"Lana wants everyone in the cabana," you inform him.

Lana doesn't give anyone a minute to recover from the dramatic morning. He lets out a sigh and puts his things back inside the drawer.

"What now?"

You place your hand on his back and look at him through the mirror, "I don't know but please be good news," you say.

It sounds naive coming from you when Lana had put you two on the hot seat a handful of times. It may be going to be good news but Jeongin wouldn't be so hopeful.

In the cabana, everyone has been restlessly waiting for Lana to come online but mostly, hoping that she brings good news this time.

"My belly is turning," you cutely say to him while nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

He puts his hand in your hand, softly scratching your scalp to help you relax.

Not long after, the cone finally chimes, "Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" Everyone replies at the same time.

"Today, we will find out if you have what it takes to thrive in the outside world. I want to see how you cope when put under pressure," Lana shares.

He's not really in the mood to be tested but he has nothing against Lana, she is the ruler of this retreat after all.

"Being able to survive adversity will indicate that you have what it takes to last. Buckle under it and perhaps you are not as good a fit as you think."

It sounds like something he once heard before but he could be wrong.

"Therefore, I have invited two new guests to the retreat and they have selected one person each to take on a date," Lana announces.

So Jeongin is right. Lana brings another new guests to the house and they get to pick anyone on a date. The only difference is that he's not only worried for himself, he's also worried for you.

"The new guests are arriving by boat, you must now head to the beach to greet them."

-

JEONGIN: I'm excited to see this but if somebody takes her on a date, I will be fuming.

-

Everyone complies without saying anything, heading to the beach per Lana's instruction to welcome the new guests. After about a few minutes of waiting by the shore, Kurt notices the boat coming into sight and everyone starts hollering.

There's always going to be a twist and you're feeling nervous as to what sinister plan Lana is cooking this time.

When the boat finally stops, everyone suddenly turns quiet and puts all of their attention on the two people coming down from the boat. One is a tall guy with tattoos all over his chest and the other is a girl with long dark hair and a pair of stunning light brown eyes.

"Hi, everyone," The girl says with a raspy voice, "We come to fuck shit up!"

You know she meant it as a joke but it takes one to know one, this girl is going to be a problem.

"Welcome!" Courtney says in excitement with her eyes locked on the male.

"Welcome, guys!" Linda adds, fully delighted by their arrival.

As someone who has been the new girl in the retreat, you came here all hot and ready, and these new arrivals won't be much different too. You know they won't hesitate to go after someone they like just like you did and you worry that Jeongin's head will turn, again.

The new arrivals start introducing themselves to the group and then come up to everyone, giving friendly hugs and handshakes. You intently watch Jeongin's reaction to the presence of the new girl, Anne and he looks rather calm.

When it comes to your turn, this new guy gives you a quick cheek-to-cheek kiss and makes you feel a little taken aback.

"I'm Paul," he introduces his name with a bright smile.

"Oh, hello, Paul," you politely say in response to his enthusiasm.

He stares at you for a moment before taking a few steps back to see everyone with the new girl standing next to him.

"You guys look amazing," Paul says once again but his eyes are never straying away from yours.

"I don't know if you guys know but I've selected someone to go on a date with me," Anne says.

"No, we know," Bianca says, sounding excited since she recently became single.

Anne's eyes are glancing between the boys and your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest when her eyes hover in the direction of the guy standing next to you.

"I chose..."

If she picks Jeongin, just know that you and she won't be good friends in this retreat.

"Keith," Anne has made her pick.

And you feel like letting out a big sigh of relief, instead, you flash a smile at Anne for making the right choice.

"And I picked..." Paul takes his turn to pick now.

When you look back, you see the other girls putting their best smiles on and hoping to get picked by him for the date.

Paul is stalling by looking at everyone, especially the girls and you don't want to get ahead of yourself here but his eyes keep glancing your way.

You look away and pretend to not care, you hold Jeongin's arm by the elbow to let him know that you're with him so he better pick someone else.

Then Paul calls your name and you know you said there's going to be a twist but what you didn't know is that this will be the twist.

-

YOU: On second thought, I'm more worried for myself [laughs] But I hope this kicks Jeongin into gear, I need him to open up to me emotionally.

-

Maybe it's what people call karma because Jeongin has been in your position before and now he gets to feel being on the opposite side of things. He wouldn't be surprised if Justine is silently laughing at his pain now.

The boys are assembling in the firepit and Jeongin is half-heartedly listening to them talking, he can't help but think about you and the possibilities that may come after that date. What happens if your head turns? What happens if you decide not to be with him anymore? What is he going to do? What he knows for sure is he's going to hate it if you choose to be with this new guy.

The boys suddenly burst out with excitement and Jeongin notices that Keith has come back from the date, carrying the new girl in his arms. She chooses to sit next to him as the boys start asking so many questions to her but as much as he wants to be distracted, he just can't seem to stop thinking about you and whether you think about him too when you're on a date with another guy.

Lou elbows him on the side, snapping him away from his head, "They're here," he says.

"Huh?" He's been too oblivious to his surroundings to notice anything.

Lou gestures his head in the direction of the terrace and Jeongin turns his head to see you have returned from the date as well. Instead of feeling relieved, he feels even more nervous after you come back.

A moment later, he sees you're making your way to the firepit, already changed into a dress and you wave your hand once you notice him looking.

Jeongin unconsciously lets out a chuckle, "That little wave," he mutters.

When you arrive at the firepit, you smile at everyone and say, "Can I borrow my man for a minute?"

Damon fixes his shirt and then gets up from the sofa, "Yes, of course," he jokingly says.

While everyone is laughing at that, Jeongin gets up from the sofa and gently pushes Damon back until he plops onto the sofa again.

He ignores all the coos from the boys and takes you by the hand to get somewhere private to talk. He chooses the beach and it somehow brings back the memory of how you both had your first kiss here.

"Hey, how's your night going?" You ask with a sly smile.

Jeongin smiles back at you and coyly replies, "It's alright."

He doesn't know how to talk about it without being so forthright but he needs to know as soon as possible.

"So, how was the date?"

You tuck away a strand of hair behind your head, "It was nice. Paul is nice and the date went well," you answer.

The answer doesn't quite satisfy him and you seem to notice that from his facial expression.

"He is my type, you know," you tell him.

The smile on his vanishes in a second and Jeongin can no longer pretend that he's fine hearing that.

"But all the time I was on that date, I kept thinking of you," you immediately add with a bright smile.

He doesn't know why but he lets out a snort, but thankfully, you're laughing in response to that. Then you place your hand on his knee, playing with the lint on his ripped jeans.

"Going on that date made me realize how much I like you," you honestly admit.

This time, Jeongin can't stop himself from smiling and his hand goes to his ear, he can sense that it's reddening.

"You're the one I want," you further confess, "Ever since I saw a photo of you that day, I just knew you're the one I want."

You seem nervous from the way your hand keeps looking for something to fiddle with and this time is the hem of his shirt, it only tells him that you meant every word you said.

"I feel comfortable around you. Way too comfortable that I burped in front of you three times this morning," you add a crisp laugh at the end of the sentence.

Then you look at him with your eyes wide and open, glimmering under the starry night. You keep looking at him as you seek a response from him.

Jeongin doesn't know how to open up emotionally because he's never done this before. He never stayed in a relationship long enough to get to that.

"I like you too," he mutters at you.

If there's one thing that he knows for sure about this is that he likes you, he feels a connection with you and with time, the connection only grows deeper.

You immediately squeal hearing his answer and throw your arms around him, then rest your head on his shoulder.

"I didn't think you liked me that much," you whine with an adorable pout while putting your hand across his chest.

"I do," he affirms, putting his arm around you and pulling you closer.

You tilt your head to smile at him then place a soft kiss on his cheek before nuzzling your head in his neck again.

The truth is, it's difficult for Jeongin to get his emotions across because he usually jumps ship when he starts feeling emotions.

-

JEONGIN: I'm feeling relieved and ready to move forward with her but commitment... [exhales] it just kind of scares me.

-

Today, you woke up feeling exceptionally good and you believe it's because of last night. You finally got an affirmation from Jeongin that he feels the same way about you.

There's nothing more bountiful than having your feelings reciprocated.

"Morning," you croak.

Jeongin looks so cute with his morning look of bare face with blushed cheeks. He stretches his arm out and then rests it around you so he can play with your hair after.

"How was your sleep?" You ask.

"Good," he answers with his deep, morning voice.

"Did you dream of me?" You jokingly ask while nuzzling his cheek with your nose.

Jeongin only responds with a light chuckle and then rubs the sleep off his eyes. You share a few cuddles until the lights are on and everyone starts to rise on their beds.

"Good morning, fam!" Keith cheerily greets which is very unusual of him.

You believe it's because he's sharing the bed with the new girl, Anne and you wouldn't be surprised if they broke rules already.

"Do you have anything to confess, Keith?" Mick asks, noticing that he's quite chipper this morning.

Keith scrunches his nose and then glances at Anne, he seems to be considering whether to fess up or not.

"Actually, yeah..." he meekly admits, "Anne and I kissed on the date.

"I guessed right," Mick mumbles. His reaction is underwhelming compared to his reactions to the previous rule breaks.

Well, it seems like that girl shouldn't be your concern anymore. Also, Jeongin said he likes you so anything else doesn't matter to you anymore.

You turn your head to look at Jeongin and the sight of his blushed cheeks triggers a cute aggression out of you that you can't help but kiss him on the cheek again.

-

YOU: I've never felt so comfortable being myself around a guy before so this feels like paradise.

-

Jeongin feels like he's having a deja vu with this new girl who keeps making eyes at him.

He tries not to entertain that idea and decides to put all of his focus on you, especially after the talk you both had last night.

Just like the universe wants to test him, he keeps bumping into this new girl. She comes into the bathroom when he's brushing her teeth and Jeongin has to share the sink with her. Even without words, Jeongin can tell what she wants from the way she keeps making these eyes at him. He hurriedly finishes and then leaves the room.

After breakfast, Jeongin chooses to sunbathe by lying on one of the sun loungers by the pool, and again, the new girl decides to also do the same.

"Hey," she greets him.

Jeongin only nods in response and looks straight ahead. Thankfully, Keith comes and he takes this as a sign to exit this situation.

He ends up hanging out in the bedroom by himself until you come with your hair still damp. You seem to be surprised to see him there.

"Hey, cutie," you softly say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey," he replies with a thin smile.

"I've been looking for you," you tell him with a pout, then climb onto the bed.

You put away the cushion to sit close to him on the bed and take his arm, putting it around you so you can rest your head on his chest.

"Have you decided what kind of chocolate would I be?" You playfully ask.

Jeongin lets out a low chuckle, "I need more time for that."

You place a gentle kiss on his neck then nestle your head in the crook of his neck, staying like that for a moment just cuddling on your shared bed.

"I miss you," you suddenly blurt out.

You take his hand and intertwine it together with yours, "I even miss you in my sleep," you murmur.

"Yeah?" He softly asks, watching how your thumb caresses the back of his hand.

"I just want to be with you all the time," you sweetly say with your warm breath fanning his neck.

Jeongin smiles at that and don't get him wrong, hearing that makes him happy but he doesn't know how to respond to that. He only feels bad for not being able to say the same thing to you.

You lowly inhale air and bring your hands to his chest, putting it close to his heart, "I really feel like we're going to be something after this," you tell him.

Not getting an answer from him, you tilt your head to look at him and ask, "What do you think?"

And honestly, Jeongin has no answer for that but still, he smiles for you because that's the only way he can put you at ease.

-

JEONGIN: It's great that she opened up to me but at the same time, it's very scary and now, she's talking like we're going to get married. I'm honestly freaking out because I usually run to the next thing.

-

To welcome the new arrivals, Lana is throwing a party in the villa tonight.

It's about time Lana lets us blow some steam off. The staff provides a selection of costumes for everyone to wear and you pick one with a white sheer bodysuit with feathered wings.

You're so excited to have some fun tonight and have a lot more fun with Jeongin, maybe you can tease him a little bit tonight.

Everyone starts the party with a big toast and you take a big gulp to get you revved up.

Jeongin doesn't seem to be in the mood tonight so instead of forcing him to dance with you, you keep him close by putting his arms around you as you sway your body to the fast tempo of the music.

Then he brings his mouth close to your ear and whispers it loud enough against the blasting music, "Can we get somewhere private?"

You slyly smile at him, thinking that he has the same thing in mind. You nod instead of answering, letting him guide you to the terrace where you can hear each other.

"You okay?" You ask as you sit on the wooden chair.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answers with a smile, "Just wanted to have a chat with you."

"Oh, yeah?" You nervously ask because he chooses this time, in the middle of a party, to talk to you.

"I feel like we haven't spoken about things and you've probably noticed I've been like quiet, a bit not myself," he tells you.

If there's anything you learned from the time you've spent with Jeongin is that he likes being alone, in a way that he needs time for himself and you always respect those boundaries, you only come to him when you feel welcome to. Lately, he's indeed been quiet and you thought that's just his usual self.

Now that he makes it clear, you start to get nervous about what he wants to say to you.

"Um... I was having..." He clears his throat while his fingers are playing with the rings on his fingers, "just having doubts about this."

It feels like your heart just dropped into your stomach and you feel sick, you feel faint. Yet you keep a calm face and intently listen to what he has to say to you.

"I'm retracting from you and I don't mean to, I do it automatically. It happens all the time. It's just... me," He explains, pointing at himself when he says the last word.

"Ehm... it's the classic yeah, it's not you, it's me," you jokingly say with a weak laugh.

"Yeah," Jeongin meekly responds.

Hearing this has taken you aback, you didn't expect him to feel this way with how well things are going between you and him, and honestly, you feel mugged off.

"It's quite a shock to know how you're feeling. I had no idea you were feeling this way," you manage to deliver a full sentence even though you're on the verge of tears and your voice is trembling.

"Like I said, it's my problem. I don't want to keep this thing going if I think I'm going to hurt you or the other way around," he explains.

But you don't see how that makes sense especially after you told him how you really feel about him.

"Why would I hurt you? You know how I feel about you. Isn't it obvious enough? I'm so into you," you tell him again, just in case he needs reassurance.

"I don't understand why you're not scared, you're like, so calm about this," he says in disbelief while nervously touching his ear.

"Because I know within myself that I like you and I decide to go with it," You stare into his eyes as you talk to him, "If I was to back away from my feelings and act how you're acting, then how's that going to be of any benefit to either of us?"

You let that sink into him for a moment before continuing to talk, "And you.. You're just doing what you usually do. As soon as you get feelings for someone, you jump ship."

Jeongin seems to feel offended by it that his eyebrow perks up and he stops touching his ear, "Out there, I wouldn't even try to have this conversation, I just leave," he makes a weak argument to defend himself.

"But I want to have this conversation and let you know what I truly feel about all this but I'm trying to work through them. Just want to be honest with you," he tells you his real intentions on why you both are having this conversation.

What you can draw from this is that he's struggling with his old self and not ready to leave the retreat as a different man who's not afraid to commit. As much as you want this to work, you don't want to force him to do anything he doesn't want.

"You know it's all in your head, right?" You ask, making sure that he's scaring things that he makes up in his head.

Jeongin stays silent, he's clasping his hands together in front of him and playing with his rings again.

You take a low breath and try to be patient, you're willing to give him more time and space to think about it. You place a hand on his knee and do not start talking until he looks at you.

"Just know that I'm here for you no matter what and I really, really like you. I'm excited for our future together. I really am," you sincerely tell him, hoping that he can see how genuine your feelings for him are even though telling him that makes your heart aches.

-

YOU: I may put a brave face on but I'm genuinely upset. This is exactly why I don't put my guard down because I always end up being the one hurting [sniffles]

-

Just like the night couldn't be anymore suck, Lana abruptly stops the party and calls everyone to the cabana.

You still need time to recover from what you just heard from Jeongin and now you have to hear Lana too? You slump on the sofa in between Linda and Kurt.

"Why are we here?" Courtney asks.

"It must be about Keith's rule break right?" Kurt asks around while turning his head side-to-side.

You can't be bothered with how much money have lost to a kiss, you don't care even if someone drained the prize money to zero.

Lana chimes and skips her usual greeting, "We all know Keith and Anne broke a rule last night."

Keith holds both hands up in the air in defeat and apologizes again, "I'm sorry, everyone."

"This rule break has cost the group $6,000," Lana immediately announces.

"Well, that's it right?" Linda innocently asks.

"But that's not the only reason for summoning you all," Lana is not letting anyone breathe yet, "There's another rule break."

From the way you keep a bitter expression on your face and sitting far away from Jeongin, everyone knows something is going on and that's enough to tell them that you're not the ones breaking the rules.

The suspicion is on the recently became partners, Damon and Justine. With all the glares they get from everyone, they fold almost immediately.

"Yeah, okay, we kissed," Damon blatantly admits, always taking everything lightly.

"Another $6,000 has been deducted from the prize fund." Everyone groans in response because not only Damon has messed up the group's dynamic, but he seems to not care about everything, not even Lana.

"The prize fund now stands at $110,000," Lana updates.

Everyone gets up from their seats thinking that's the end of it when Lana speaks again.

"That's not all."

"Oh, no," Linda weakly gasps next to you.

"I observed that some of you were not rising to the level that I expect at this stage of my retreat."

Not going to lie, this time you feel groggy not knowing what Lana going to announce next.

"There are two people in particular who are clearly falling short of their potential and I'm about to send them home."

Kurt slaps his forehead and reclines on the sofa as he sighs, "This is fucked up."

Given the situation of the relationship, it's possible that either you or Jeongin could go home tonight for not being able to show the growth that Lana wanted.

"The guests leaving the retreat are..."

You regret it now for not sitting next to him because it probably would be the last time you are able to.

"...Damon and Justine."

"Fuck off," Francoise lowly curses and massages her temple in distress.

Linda grabs your hand in reflex, "I'm in shock."

You let out a shaky breath of relief after hearing the names and they're not yours. As much as you hate being in this situation, you want to get to the end of this retreat, moreover, you're not ready to part with Jeongin yet.

"Damon and Justine, you must now leave my retreat."

You follow everyone else, getting up from the sofa to bid farewell to both Justine and Damon. You give each one of them a quick hug and well wishes.

"Goodbye," Lana closes the session.

"Goodbye, Lana," Justine says for the last time, blowing a kiss at the cone sitting on the table.

-

YOU: Justine is just trying to fill a void with Damon and that's not the kind of growth Lana is looking for so can't say I'm surprised [shrugs]

-

Jeongin feels bad now for choosing the wrong time to tell you about his doubts. He's not ready to face you without feeling guilty so he ends up just wasting time in the bathroom after a quick shower.

He reminds himself that it's with good intentions that he decided to tell you about it, he wants to be open and honest with you because you deserve nothing less than that.

But still, it feels like he's the bad guy here.

"Hi," a voice says.

Jeongin staggers against the sink to see who it is, it's the new girl, Anne.

"How are you?" She asks.

Thinking that she needs to use the sink, he hurriedly steps back and decides to sit on the edge of the tub, "Alright, I guess."

Instead of using it, Anne leans against the sink and crosses her arms together in front of her chest, "Uhm... so... where's your head at? Are you two good?"

It's obvious to everyone that something is going on between you and him. Jeongin doesn't want to confirm it and gives her the satisfaction of letting her know that.

"We're alright," he tells her.

"Are you going to marry each other?" She suddenly asks with a playful smile.

That gets Jeongin scratching his head because the question comes out of the blue, "Nah, no, I wouldn't say that. Marry is not—"

"Because you seem quite committed already," she cuts him off with a well-known fact.

Hearing that from someone else only confirms his fear of commitment and worsening it. He remains firm and chooses not to answer her.

"When I came to the retreat did anything change for you?"

Jeongin stifles a nod when he means to shake his head, an error on his behalf.

"Do you think you'll ever change?" Anne asks a rather profound question.

"I like to say yeah, but I still have a lot to go," he honestly answers because that's the truth, he has a lot to learn still but he's getting there.

"If I was here from the beginning who knows what would happen," Anne suddenly says with a flirty smile and eyes that intensely gaze into his.

Jeongin looks away to not let them affect him, "Might be different, yeah," he half-heartedly says.

Anne takes a towel from the pile on the shelf and puts it on her shoulder, "Do you like risk?"

He chuckles because the questions she asks him are rather random yet provoking.

"I think I am," he answers.

Anne puts her hand on the handle of the shower door, "Want to take a risk?"

Now that's not a question but a dare and it comes at the time when Jeongin has the least trust in himself.

Anne opens the shower door and lingers there as she asks, "Do you want to have a shower with me?"

-

JEONGIN: I'm having doubts about her then Anne came looking me straight in the eyes and asked me to join her in the shower [hisses] This is not what I need right now.

-

You can't remember anything from yesterday except for the painful part. You can't even remember what time Jeongin got onto the bed, all you knew it was late and you were already too drowsy to care.

You shift on the bed to see if he's already awake and see that his eyes are still closed, soundly sleeping with his lower lip slightly jutting out.

Today, you're going to give him what he wants, space and time to think but you're still going to be you who cares and adores him.

A while later, the lights are on and everyone is rising on their beds, yawning and stretching their arms out with eyes half shut.

You sit on the bed and tie your hair into a messy bun, taking your water tumbler to take a sip of water, catching Courtney getting up on the next bed.

"Good morning, Courtney baby," You cutely greet.

She groans as she hoists herself to sit on the bed and flips her hair to the back, "I feel like shit," she groans.

Jeongin shifts on the bed and your head turns to see if he's awake, "Morning," you softly mutter with a gentle ruffle on his tousled hair.

He smiles with his eyes closed and roughly brushes his hair to the back to get it away from his eyes.

"It's cute that your cheeks are flushed in the morning," you sweetly say, pressing the back of your hand to his cheek.

He takes your hand and holds it close to his chest as he closes his eyes again to get a few minutes of extra sleep.

This feels good, this feels nice and you wonder why Jeongin has doubts about it. He might have said it's him, yet you can't help but think that it's maybe you.

-

YOU: We've worked so hard on getting to know each other and growing this connection that it'd be stupid to throw it all away because he's having these doubts about us.

-

It's clear that a lot of people have progressed and Jeongin hopes that he has progressed too. However, he needs a bit more space and time to make sure that he makes the right decision.

"You good, mate?" Lou asks, derailing Jeongin's train of thought.

"I'm all right," he answers, "Just thinking out loud."

He then lets out a sigh and watches Lou takes a seat on the empty chair next to him while drying his body with a towel. He considers for a moment whether he wants to tell him about what happened to him last night and Lou seems trustworthy so...

"You're the first person I told about this but Anne came in when I was in the bathroom and she got very flirty and she asked me to get in the shower with her," he shares in one intake of breath.

Lou raises his eyebrow and then lets out a chuckle, a chuckle that says 'Here we go again'.

"Honestly man, I wanted to so badly cause I'm always chasing the next thing cause it's exciting. It's like... I'm never content," Jeongin doesn't know why he can openly share something like that with him but it feels good to get it off his chest.

Lou takes a moment to finish drying his hair, then hangs the wet towel behind his chair, "You know what? It's lonelier having someone different every night than it is having just that one consistent figure," he tells him.

He talks to him to try to lessen the weight on his chest but damn, he didn't expect Lou to be this wise, and maybe this is why he's comfortable sharing things with him.

"But it's easy," Jeongin meekly says.

"It's easy but lonelier," Lou corrects him.

That shut him up and Jeongin realizes that that's the reason why he's never content, because he never finds a consistent figure by his side.

"If you cut things off with her can you really leave the retreat and say that you've changed?" Lou asks.

"Probably not, no," Jeongin meekly answers.

That makes Jeongin think that all these things he's been going through in this retreat, would mean nothing if he left as the same person.

Lou takes a swig of his water tumbler and gasps when he swallows it, then allows himself to continue talking.

"In my opinion, you have a great thing with her, and very rarely does a connection like yours happen. You should be so content with her and if you're not, then you don't need to string her along any longer."

That's true, Jeongin should come up with a decision soon because he doesn't want to keep leading you on to nothing. But the fear of commitment, oh, he can't seem to shake it off.

-

JEONGIN: Last night, I said no to Anne and I think that shows how much I've grown but I'm still struggling to commit because I don't know whether it's going to work or not.

-

This is what Jeongin wants, space and time to think and you're merely giving him exactly that. You haven't seen him since you woke up next to him this morning.

You spend most of the morning with the girls, gossiping in the dressing room and it helps you get your mind off things, but only for a minute or two before you get reminded of how somber your situation is.

Out of nowhere, the cone chimes in the corner of the room. Francoise abruptly stops talking to hear what Lana is about to say.

"Ladies, please gather everyone in the cabana."

Without saying anything, everyone obeys Lana, going around to inform everyone while you and Courtney are heading straight there, telling anyone you meet on the way.

You're completely relaxed as you sit on the sofa facing the cone and you believe, no one is stupid enough to break rules when the retreat is nearing its end.

A thought crosses your head because what if someone did?

The cone chimes and lights up in the middle of the big wooden table.

"Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" Anne replies with her raspy voice as she sits next to you.

"I have an announcement," Lana informs.

An announcement so it's probably not a rule break, maybe this time it's good news.

"All romantic connections matter and must be nourished with time apart from the group. This is why I'm sending all partnered guests on a final date."

All the couples are cheering in response and you would have too if only you weren't upset about something. You glance toward Jeongin and notice that he looks not that delighted either.

Francoise and Kurt will be the first to go on a date, then Keith and Anne will go in the late afternoon, and you take the last turn with Jeongin which is later at night.

You have time to get ready but it's a date so you make the most of it with the reminder that this probably going to be the last date you'll ever have with him.

Jeongin is changing his clothes near his closet when you're doing your make-up, you turn to look at him and meekly ask.

"Are you excited for our dates?"

He probably doesn't hear your question because he doesn't say anything. You need any signs that he gets rid of his doubts but it seems like all that you're getting is the opposite of it.

You put on a red dress with thin straps and cinched around the waist, you let your hair down knowing he likes it that way.

"I look too good to get dumped tonight," you mutter as you see your reflection in the mirror.

Courtney must have caught you saying that, she hugs you from the back and puts her chin on your shoulder, "No, no one is getting dumped," she tells you with a gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

You can't seem to summon any good thoughts when your head is all over the place. Will we work out? Will we not work out? One thing for sure is you'll be gutted if it's not.

-

YOU: I've given Jeongin space and time. I've been patient. I've been supportive. But no matter how much I like him, this isn't a game and he can't just play with my feelings.

-

The date takes place in the front yard of the villa, the place usually being used for workshops but tonight, they turn it into a romantic dinner date with food and wine already served on the table.

The night, this date, it's all too nice for you to get dumped tonight.

Jeongin pops open the cork and fills your glass with red wine, the aphrodisiac smell wafting around you. You allow yourself to have a small sip as he fills his glass.

It's when the silence resides in the space between you and him, making you anxious.

"I appreciate you being patient with me and allowing me to come to certain decisions," Jeongin begins.

You nod and take another sip of wine, you really need it to help you relax.

"There is one thing that I have to tell you and it's better if you hear it from me than anyone else," he says.

You take your hand under the table to wipe your damp hand against the hem of your dress and have another sip of wine again, "Yeah?"

Jeongin is playing with the rings on his fingers again, he spins it around his finger as he hesitates to say something.

"There was an incident with uhm... Anne. She got a bit flirty with me last night and asked me to get in the shower with her."

If there's anything worse he can say to start the date, that is it. Being told that he almost showered with another girl is even worse than getting dumped.

"You probably gave her a reason to think you'd get in the shower with her," you tell her with your eyebrows knitted in displease.

He bites his lower lip and carefully picks his words, "Well, she's an attractive girl and I think we both can agree to that."

What makes him that her attractiveness can justify this? You glare at him to let your silence answer the question for him.

"No?" He asks with a nervous smile.

"That hurts my feelings to know that was happening behind my back," you let yourself have a go at it but keep your emotions under control.

"But I didn't—" he stops himself there, "Just want to be honest with you."

"Yeah and I appreciate your honesty but it's shit to hear," you tell him.

Feeling more pessimistic that this date will end on a nice note, you have some more wine.

-

YOU: Yeah, I do feel like being played right now.

-

Jeongin knows he shouldn't have said what he said so he tries again.

"With you, I didn't want to do the exact same thing like I always do and I always wanted to be honest with you, letting you know I was having doubts," he explains.

You keep yourself calm and give him the chance to explain himself, sipping your wine once in a while to keep your nerves in check.

"I couldn't figure things out in my own head until I had a bit of time to think," he adds.

"Yeah..." you mumble, playing with the stem of your wine glass.

"I think you are my best mate in here, I like cuddling with you, I'm comfortable around you and you're the only one I want to do dirty things with," he says with a low chuckle.

You smile at that even though your hands are shaking on your lap.

"And that's why I panic, 'cause it's like, you came in a situation I didn't expect. And I'm pretty sure you didn't expect this too," he says.

You lick your lips and gulp air, "Mmm-hmm."

You're quietly counting down the time until he says something you have expected him to say and by the time he says it, you'll be ready.

Jeongin inhales air and his eyes stare straight into your eyes, "And for once, I'm just going to go with my gut," he says.

You've seen this look, everything feels not right and that's that. It's time,

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

It takes a minute for you to process his words and when it registers to your head, you can't comprehend it still.

"What?"

He repeatedly nods at you, "Yeah."

"Are you serious?" You ask again just to be sure.

Jeongin is amused with how in disbelief you are, "I'm genuinely asking you to be my girlfriend," he convinces you.

You feel a little faint so you hold out your hand at him, needing something to hold on to.

"I thought you were going to dump me," you whine at him.

He grabs your hand and holds it tightly, "No, you're the one I want."

-

YOU: I am... over the moon and for once, I'm just so speechless [smiles]

-

You both forget about the watches until they chime and turn green, allowing you to properly embrace each other.

Jeongin gets up from his chair and comes up to you, offering his hand to get you up. He wastes no time leaning in, showing you how much he craves your lips by kissing you so passionately.

He makes the most of the green light by kissing you until his lungs are screaming for oxygen, and he gasps for air the second he lets go.

With his hand tenderly holding your jaw, he allows himself to give you a quick peck on the lips, as soft as the sea breeze that blows your way.

"Oh, my God! We're boyfriend and girlfriend!" You squeal in disbelief.

He likes it whenever you squeal like that, it makes him feel the excitement you have for something.

"And we haven't even had sex," Jeongin jokingly adds.

"I know!" You say, resting your hands on his chest as he holds you close.

"What if the sex is shit?" You ask with eyes squinted.

"No, it won't be," he confidently answers.

Jeongin knows for sure sex with you would be anything but shit but if you need more convincing, you can trust him to not make that happen.

You both get back to your seats to continue with the date but keep your hands on each other on the table.

"The other night when you were cuddling me and saying nice things to me, I got a semi," he shares out of the blue.

You both burst out laughing at the same time and it feels nice to finally get rid of the doubts and worries that chained him lately, he can safely say that things are finally going well.

"What do you think after this retreat?" He curiously asks you.

"When I look at my future, I see you in there by my side," you answer.

You look so darn cute with a shy smile on your face, too bad that the watches are no longer green because he so badly wanted to kiss you.

He can see you in his future as well, by his side and looking this cute. Now that he's thinking about it, it makes him excited for his future with you.

"Well, I want you to be a part of my life," he tells you, "I want you to know everything about me, want you to meet my friends and family."

"I'd love that," you tell him with that adorable head tilt.

And the fond gaze you're giving him makes him flutter on the inside.

-

JEONGIN: I feel happy. I feel very happy... I do. And I think I've fallen in love with the girl but I haven't told her that yet so please shh... [hushes]

-

What he's going to miss the most of this retreat is waking up next to you. Not that it will never happen again in the near future, it's just that he knows it's going to feel somewhat different.

"Morning," you softly murmur with your hand across his chest.

And he's definitely going to miss this sleepy, affectionate morning greeting from you.

"Morning," he says back, then presses a kiss on the top of your head.

He tangles his hand in your soft locks, playing with it while you're both cuddling on the bed to wait until the lights are on.

When it's finally on, Kurt loudly shouts into the room and wakes everybody up, "Morning, everyone! It's the last day of the retreat!"

Jeongin puts his arm around you, pulling you close so you can rest your head on his shoulder. It's obvious to everyone in the room that you both are in love.

"So, how does it feel to wake up as a girlfriend?" Courtney asks you.

You let out a low chuckle and glance at him before answering, "It feels so good."

Courtney shifts her attention to him, demanding an answer from Jeongin next.

"It's nice to have more clarity," he honestly answers.

"Wish we had some privacy, actually," you add to his words while linking your arm around him.

Linda adorably coos at the two of you, "Oh, that's so cute."

You and him are not the only ones having the first day of a relationship, Francoise and Kurt also made it official on their date yesterday, except for Keith and Anne.

Well, not everyone can get their happy ending but Jeongin feels grateful to be one of the lucky ones.

"Good morning," Lana chimes for her morning greeting.

"Good morning, Lana!" Everyone replies in unison.

"Welcome to your final day in the retreat!"

"Oh, yeah!" Kurt cheers with his hand fisting the air.

Everyone is just as enthusiastic for today and Kurt represents everyone vocally for that, they're used to his peculiar antics.

"The winner or winners of the $110,000 prize has not been selected yet. Therefore, I encourage you all to use the remaining time to show me and your fellow guests why you deserve to win," Lana informs.

Jeongin almost forgot about the prize money, he even forgot that there's prize money to win in the first place. Oh well, he earns something more valuable than that so even if he didn't win it, he still gained a lot of things from this retreat.

Then he looks at you and feels like a winner already.

-

JEONGIN: It was only yesterday that I was having these doubts about her and now [exhales] I've gone a bit soft head in the head [grins]

-

Everyone is spending their last hours in the retreat soaking up the sun including you and him.

Under the shade of the three, you share a lounger with him, resting your back on his chest while he has his arms wrapped around you and enjoying the breathtaking view while cuddling.

Your fingers lightly rub the forearm resting on your stomach and for the first time you feel like things are going to be okay.

"Can't believe I'll be going home with a boyfriend," you delightfully sigh.

You turn your head to look at him, catching him smiling at your words. You take the hand resting on your waist and hold it, lacing it together with yours.

"I haven't been kind of so sure about someone ever but with you, I just allowed myself to let go," you tell him.

Jeongin tilts his head down to face you and he probably sees hearts in your eyes as you look at him. He places his hand in your hair, endearingly brushing it like he always does.

"I'm glad I took that chance. I just..." you pause to let out a sigh because it hurts in a good way to let your emotions out, "I feel really lucky."

He smiles again and draws you closer to him, holding you tightly like you would float away if he didn't.

"How about you stay with me for a while?" He suddenly asks.

You lift your head in response to an unexpected offer, "Do you want me to?"

"Of course, I told you I want you to meet my family and friends," he answers.

He puts your hair to the side and holds it there, "And obviously, I want to spend more time with you."

You melt into his arms again as you imagine what it would be like to know him more and be a bigger part of his life, also can't help to think about being with him.

All these times, you've been casually dating someone knowing that they'll leave at some point but now, finally having that someone who will always be there for you makes you realize that this is what you've been looking for all along.

"And we'll finally be alone together," you sigh in content.

"And do dirty things with you," Jeongin continues with a sly smirk that makes his dimples appear on his cheek.

You bury your head in his neck, suddenly feeling a little worked up just thinking of doing dirty things with him.

"Mmh, can't wait for it," you hum close to his ear.

Jeongin lets his hand wander down to the nape of your neck and then trails the side of your body only to squeeze on the flesh of your waist. You can hear his low breathing as he feels you under his touch.

You look at him and let your hand touch his beautiful face, your fingers eventually swipe over his plump lips and that gets you tempted to kiss it.

"Mmh... want to kiss you," you whisper to him.

Not for the sake that your desire tells you to, you want to kiss him to show how much you like him.

Instead of saying no, Jeongin compensates for not being able to do it by placing a soft kiss on your nose. He holds you tightly as he lands another kiss on your forehead, longer than the previous, a kiss that makes your heart burst open, overflowing with love.

-

YOU: Before coming to this retreat, I didn't realize how lonely I was and how lonely I've been. It's only now that I feel like I'm not lonely and I feel like I've allowed myself to really love someone.

-

Everyone is here on the final day of the retreat and about to have, possibly, the last session with Lana in the cabana.

Looking around, he sees that everyone is very much relaxed, in contrast to the previous times they got called to the cabana, tensed and nervous.

Lana shortly chimes in and everyone gasps in delight.

"Hello, everyone."

"Hi, Lana!"

Even the replies are louder and more cheerful than usual. He feels your hand on his and then you place it on your lap, holding it with both hands.

"I have been collecting data since you arrived and have now conducted my final analysis."

"It's coming," Kurt says, rubbing in hands together in anticipation.

He looks around and everyone starts to get nervous again, a different kind where they anticipate getting their names called as one of the finalists.

"While I acknowledge you have all shown great progress, three people in particular stand out for the transformational journey they've been on and one of them will take home the prize."

He can't tell which one going to make it because so many of them have shown so much growth throughout the process so whoever wins, he knows that person deserves it.

"The first finalist is..."

This is the horrible part, just waiting for Lana to announce the names. Jeongin isn't that hopeful that he'll make it but he can't help but feel nervous as well.

"... Bianca"

Everyone gives her a round of applause as Lana makes her stand as a finalist.

"The second finalist is... Francoise."

Another round of applause is also given to Francoise who covers her mouth with both hands, still in disbelief that she got chosen as a finalist.

"The third finalist is..."

You squeeze his hand even harder than before as Lana is about to announce the last finalist.

"...Jeongin."

-

JEONGIN: A bit surprised but I'm so happy to know that my progress was recognized. I'm proud of myself.

-

The second you hear his name, you squeal out of reflex and press a kiss on his cheek, then you hurriedly wipe the lipstick mark as he has to get up as a finalist.

"That's my boy," you proudly queal behind him, watching him stand with the other two finalists and feeling proud of him.

"Bianca, Francoise, and Jeongin, one of you will be leaving the retreat with the prize fund," Lana says.

It's a win for you too despite Lana only calling his name. You both went through so much and you both grew from facing them together, especially him, you see how much he's changed.

"To the rest of you, while you have not been selected as finalists, you have been on a journey of self-discovery and growth. Throughout your time at the retreat, you have got to know your fellow guests deeply and meaningfully. The decision for who will win lies with all of you."

It would be nice for him to win the money too but even if he didn't, you'll still be proud that Jeongin shows so much growth that Lana thinks he deserves to be in that position.

"Bianca, Francoise, and Jeongin, please leave the cabana while the voting takes place."

Jeongin bends down to give you a quick hug before leaving with the other two to leave the cabana per Lana's instruction.

-

YOU: It's a no-brainer, my vote goes to my man [smiles]  Even though I didn't get to be with him from day one, I'm watching him leave as a man [whispers] which I helped to mold [chuckles]

-

Jeongin gets to see you for a bit before you have to leave for the beach for the final party in the retreat.

He gives you a tight hug and gives you a quick kiss on the neck, "I'll see you there."

You nod and return the kiss with a peck on the cheek, "Good luck," you say with a soft scratch on the nape of his neck.

Jeongin has to wait with Bianca and Francoise in the dressing until they get a cue from the staff.

"Wow! One of us is going to win that 110k!" Bianca says with a shocked smile.

"It could have been 200k," Francoise playfully adds.

Jeongin laughs, feeling called out because he took part in the money deduction.

"Oh, well..." he embarrassingly adds with a touch to his ear.

When it's time to go, Jeongin repeatedly takes deep breaths to keep calm and struts his way down to the beach with the cameras filming every move he makes.

Everyone is cheering when the three finalists enter the party but Jeongin just can't wait to be with you again. You smile as he sits next to you, immediately fixing the collar of his shirt for him.

"Looking like a million bucks," you praise with admiration in your eyes.

This is why he needs you, you know how to make him feel comfortable without trying too hard. You link your arm around him as Lana lights up in the center.

"Good evening, everyone," Lana opens.

"Good evening, Lana," you both reply at the same time with smiles on your faces.

"During your time at the retreat, you have broken my rules 16 times," Lana informs.

"Oopsie!" Francoise responds.

"Sorry, Lana," you adorably shout at the cone with a grin.

"However, over the course of your stay, I have observed you all commit to the process, acknowledge your failings, and show your significant change."

Jeongin is not that hopeful that he'd win the money but the closer he gets to the winner reveal, the more he can't calm down.

"The time has come to announce the winner of the $110,000 prize."

-

JEONGIN: Whatever happens, I had the best time of my life here and I've found a girl that I want to be with, and that's more than I could ask [smiles]

-

"Finalists, please stand up," Lana instructs.

Jeongin looks nervous so you give his hand a squeeze before he gets up from his seat and keeps holding it for a moment to let him know that you're there for him.

"Your fellow retreat guests have voted and I have the results. The person in third place is..."

Tension is building in the space as everyone is anticipating the result of who the winner is. On your lap, you have all of your fingers crossed for Jeongin.

"... Francoise."

Even though she ended up in third place, she deserves another round of applause for having the most growth out of everyone in the retreat.

"Thank you, guys," she sweetly says while blowing kisses to everyone.

"Bianca and Jeongin, one of you have been chosen to check out of the retreat with the prize fund."

Your chest is tightening and your heart is beating so fast that you can hear it in your ears.

"The person leaving with $110,000 is..."

It gets quiet in here except for the sound of the waves lapping in the background. You clasp your hands together on your lap waiting for Lana to call out the name of the winner but you can almost feel that Jeongin is going—

"... Bianca."

 -

YOU: I'm a little disappointed that Jeongin didn't win but I couldn't be happier for Bianca. She is the true winner [applauds]

-

Jeongin goes to Bianca to congratulate her first before coming up to you and embracing each other. He didn't win but he doesn't feel disappointed, not even a bit.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you," you mutter as you hold him tight and place a long kiss on his cheek.

He has so much to thank you and mostly for helping him become who he is today, a changed man.

"Thank you," he mutters to you with a kiss on your jaw.

You both join everyone as they celebrate Bianca's win, letting her pop open a bottle of champagne only to spray it at everyone.

He quickly shields you with his body and ends up getting his shirt stuck to his back while you're laughing into his chest.

Lana chimes once again to deliver one last announcement, "Your time at the retreat is over and the rules no longer apply."

Jeongin wastes no time to put his hands around your head and leans in, placing his lips on you. He tries to convey his gratitude with a slow, intimate kiss that successfully makes you sigh against his lips.

"I'm so thankful for you," he tells you because that's all he can say to you for now.

You coo and peck his lips, "And I'm thankful for you."

Jeongin kisses you again and this time, he lets himself go. He pours all of his feelings into the kiss, ignoring the celebration happening around him and even the fireworks that go off in the night sky, for Jeongin doesn't need anything else but you.

-

YOU: [Sighs] It's a happy ending!

JEONGIN: [Looks at you] Ready to have some chocolate Maltesers tonight?

YOU: [Squeals]

-

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Falling in love again (Christen Press x Reader)

Writers block is being a pain at the moment so sorry it's been a while since I posted. I'll be back to trying to write my list of requests in a few weeks when I'm back from holiday. This wasn't requested, just a random idea and probably not very good but I hope you like it!

Warnings: Death of a partner, grief. If you find anything else let me know and I'll add it!

Words: 4.3K

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Almost two years had passed since I lost my person. The person I thought I would spend my life with, the person I loved more than I thought it was possible to love someone. Life was cruel like that, giving you a person who understood you, who loved you so deeply, only to rip it away in the worst way possible. The day the phone call came, telling me Talia had been in an accident that claimed her life was a blur. Honestly, at times it still felt like a dream. The overwhelming grief, disbelief and fear I felt that day still ever present if I thought back to it. 

I had almost quit soccer for good after that, but I knew she wouldn't want me too. Talia loved watching me play, she knew how much I loved it, always encouraging me and supporting me in everything I did. So I kept going, every game I played, I played for her. The grief had faded since then. It was always there, it always would be, some days were worse than others, but it was bearable. It didn't consume me like it once had.   

One of the things Talia used to love was colouring in my tattoos. Not that I would have admitted it to her, but once we started dating, my new tattoos were purely designed so she could colour them. Our spare time was often spent with her colouring them while I drew or did random stuff. It was something I found myself doing often, especially when I was missing her.

Someone sat down next to me as I slowly coloured in one of the many tattoos scattered over my body. I didn't pay them much attention, continuing colouring, "What are you doing?"

I shrugged, not looking up at Emily, "Colouring."

"Is she colouring in her tattoos again?" Kelley asked sitting across from us.

"Yup, we really need to get her paper or a colouring book."

"Have you ever noticed even when there's paper around she still does it? Look at how comfortable and peaceful she looks. It's like a built in stress relief." I fought the urge to chuckle at how they talked as if I wasn't there. To be fair I was only half listening. 

"Why do you colour in your tattoos?"

I sighed, putting down the pen. The team had been bugging me for months now about it. These were some of the people I trusted most in the world, there was no reason to keep hiding it from them. "It reminds me of my wife. She would sit there for hours colouring in my tattoos while I drew. It became sort of a routine."

"You're married? You don't wear a ring."

I pulled the chain around my neck that held a simple black band and a silver band with a line of diamonds. "Mine and hers," I took a deep breath trying to control my emotions, "She died almost 2 years ago, I only take it off for games."

"God Y/n, I'm so sorry," Ali said, pulling me in for a quick hug.

Alex was the next to pull me into a tight hug, "How come we never knew? We've known you longer then two years?"

"No one knew except our close friends and family. At the time we weren't as close as we are now and I guess I couldn't bring myself to mention it after. We never specifically hid it, just didn't put it out there. She never wanted to the world to know who she was. Never wanted who she was with to impact her kids."

"She had kids?"

"She was a teacher at a school for kids with disabilities. They meant the world to her, she would do anything for them. It was always a worry that her suddenly being known would affect her job in some way."

"It sounds like she was an amazing person. I'm sad we never got to meet her."

"You did, you just never knew who she was to me."

"Talia? I remember you mentioning that she passed away and that's why you took that break," Alyssa asked.

"Yup, we had been married 4 years the day you met her."

"That's why you completely disappeared that day then wouldn't tell us why."

A small smile appeared on my face remembering that day. We had booked a hotel room, ordered way to much room service, gave each other massages, then had a bath and watched movies. It was simple, but one of my favourite nights besides the day we got married, "She had flown in that weekend just so we could celebrate our anniversary. We never spent one apart."

---

Christen sat down on her bed, staring up at me for a second before speaking, "That's why you turn everyone down when they ask you out? Including me."

There had been many people over the years that had asked me on dates, all being turned down for obvious reasons. Christen had been one of them though, about a year after Talia passed. Besides Talia, Christen was the only person I could actually see myself with if I ever got to a point where I felt ready. That wasn't now, but part of me hoped it would happen soon. Despite the guilt and grief that was there, I wanted the chance to be happy again with someone. We had talked about it a few times and neither of us wanted the other to hold on for too long. Talia would want me to be happy, to move on and one day, when the time was right, I would.

I sighed sitting down next to Christen. Sitting or lying on the others bed was a pretty common occurrence when we roomed together. "You know I know she would want me to be happy, but every time I even think about starting to date again, it feels like I'm betraying her. Like if I start something, I'll forget her."

"You'll never forget her. No matter what you're doing or who you're with, she will always be in your heart. She'll always be your person, but you can love someone else while still loving her just as much as you always have. It's not one or the other and if the next person doesn't understand that then they aren't worth the time. There's no rush to move on."

"Thanks Chris. Out of all the people that have asked me out, you're the only one I thought about saying yes to. I'm sorry I wasn't ready."

Christen placed her hand on my knee, squeezing gently. Something that always seemed to make me feel peace. "Don't be. I always knew there was a slim chance of you saying yes and I accepted that. I was just happy that it didn't change our friendship."

"Would you still be open to that date? Not right now, but sometime in the near future."

"Of course I would. There's no rush or pressure though Y/n/n, whenever you're ready, I'm ready. And if you're never ready that's okay too."

--- Today was two years since Talia was taken. Of course it was game day. When I realised the date it was like a weight was sitting on my chest. Christen was still asleep so I slipped quietly into the bathroom to shower and let the tears out. I had originally been thinking about pulling out of the game, but after my shower I was actually feeling okay to play. I was determined to win for her. 

The final whistle blew as I clung onto whoever was closest, my knees trying to give out on me. The rush of emotions I felt was not what I expected. Happiness, relief, grief all rushing through me as I tried to hold it together in front of everyone. Letting my emotions show in front of friends or family was hard enough, I didn't need that happening in front of the fans. 

I managed to hold it together enough to greet the fans before we made our way to the locker room. As I put the necklace back on, I broke. Tears silently streaming down my cheeks before a sob forced it's way out. Instantly, Ali's arms wrapped around me tightly as I sobbed into her shoulder. I didn't like crying in front of people, but there was no stopping it. So for once, I just let it out with the comfort of the people I trusted most. 

Once I had calmed down, Ali finally spoke up, "What's going on Y/n/n?"

"I-it's been 2 years sin-since- I'm sorry."

Ali's arms tightened as another hand squeezed mine, "Never apologise for feeling how you feel. You can always feel how you feel with us. We've got you always."

We spent longer in the locker room than we normally would as the girls took turns comforting me and making sure I was okay before we left. After dinner, most of the team ended up in one of the rooms for team bonding. There were quite a few questions about Talia, normally I didn't talk about her much because of the emotions it brings up, but everyone seemed genuinely interested in her.  Also, talking about her was actually quite therapeutic.  

Even though it was therapeutic, talking about Talia still brought up emotions so I had found myself cuddled up with Ali for comfort. I had almost went to Christen for comfort, but the guilt had started to creep in again making me decide against it.

"How old were you when you got married? It must have been quite young," Tierna asked.  

"We were. We started dating at 19, married at 23.  Possibly too young in some peoples opinions, but at the time we just got the idea in our heads and went with it. I proposed and 2 months later we were married. My time with Talia was incredible, it was fun and low maintenance. We met in college when we both didn't have a lot of money, most of our dates in our first few years were picnics, walks or movie nights. 

I mean our first anniversary, we made each other homemade cards. Talia got me marshmallows because I was obsessed with them at the time and I got her chocolate and gummy bears. We ended up at the beach, making smores before going back to my apartment and making pasta for dinner. To this day that was probably one one of my favourites. Talia never cared about fancy or expensive things, that never changed the further I got in my professional career or as our money situation changed. She was just happy if we were together."

I knew I was rambling, but I couldn't help myself. Talking about Talia before I lost her was one of my favourite things. The girls didn't seem to mind though as everyone's attention seemed to be completely on me. "She sounds like she was an incredible person."

"She was. I think she would have gotten along with all of you. Especially Emily and Kelley. Talia loved pranks and just being annoying. She wrapped up a carrot and gave it to me more than once, she would pull little pranks all the time or poke and prod at me constantly."

Later that night, Christen got my attention as I slipped into my bed, "Hey, you doing okay? I know today was hard."

"It was, but I'm feeling okay right now. I think talking about her helped. I've never really let myself because of the emotions it brings up. Turns out it's quite freeing to talk about her."

"The team would agree, it was nice to hear about her. I can see how much you love her."

"It's uh not weird for you is it?"

"No. Y/n, she was your wife, you love her, you always will. I know that. If we were to eventually get to a point past friendship, I would never expect anything else. You can talk to me about her whenever you want and I don't want you to feel bad about it."

"Thank you Chris. I don't want you to think I'm leading you on or anything. I have every intention of asking you on a date, I just need a bit of time."

"Hey, I don't think that at all. Like I said, there is no rush, there's no expectations."

---

It had been about six months since mine and Christen's initial conversation. I was finally feeling like I was ready to try dating again, all I had to do was ask. It had taken longer than I thought it would and a part of me was thinking that Christen would have lost interest by now or just didn't want to deal with my past. A part of me was tempted to not ask, to save myself from rejection, but I also knew there was no way to know unless I asked. 

"So."

"So?"

I took a deep breath, trying to clear some of the nerves that had been building. I had never asked one out let alone dated anyone else besides Talia. Christen sent me a small smile, the nerves melting away when I saw the adoration in her eyes. "Will you go on a date with me Chris?"

"You're ready for that?"

"I think so, I've been thinking about it a lot recently. It's just this is something I haven't done with anyone besides Talia so I might not be perfect or even close to it, but I'll try."

"I would love to Y/n. Just tell me if we go on this date and you realise you're not ready. I'll understand. You also don't have to be perfect, we'll figure this out as we go okay?"

"Thank you Chris. I'll pick you up at 6?"

"We're sharing a room."

"I'm going to get ready in Ali and Alex's room, that way I can pick you up."

"And they say chivalry is dead." 

---

Trying to plan a date was so far out of my comfort zone that I didn't even know where to start. Of course I had been on many dates with Talia, but that was different. It had been 10 or so years since my first and only first date. I knew Talia like the back of my hand, I knew what she liked, where she liked to go. Christen on the other hand, I knew her, but to a far lesser extent which was making me overthink. What if she didn't like what I planned? What if I did too much or not enough? 

Before I could continue to spiral, I decided to enlist the help of Tobin. Normally I would go to Ali, but Tobin was Christens bestfriend. 

"You okay Y/n?"

"No. Well yes but also no. Christen and I are going on a date tonight and I'm freaking out. I cannot for the life of me decide what to do. Every time something comes to mind, I convince myself that it's not enough. Chris will be the second person I've ever taken on a date, it needs to be perfect."

Tobin led me to sit on the bed as I had started to pace across the room. "Don't tell her I told you, but Chris doesn't care what you do, she's just happy to go out with you. Tell me your ideas?"

"I know she likes parks or gardens, beaches, picnics, museums, that sort of thing. There's not a beach around otherwise I would take her there and it'll be too late to take her to the museum but I found a nice park the other day. It has a lake and there were heaps of like lights and stuff. Was thinking picking up some takeaway and other bits to have a picnic at the park, but it doesn't seem like enough."

"Y/n, that is perfect. I know this is pretty much completely new to you, but you just need to try relax a little bit. You know Chris, she's your friend, you know what she likes. She's going to love a picnic in the park, maybe a walk around after."

"Thank you Tobs."

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Chris is going into this knowing there's a chance you realise you're not ready and she'll understand that, everyone will. There'll be no hard feelings or anything. Just if that happens, please tell her sooner rather than later. I know you won't do it on purpose, but I don't want her to get her hopes up."

"I will. This wasn't a decision I made lightly, I feel ready and I'm really hoping I am. I admit, it does feel a bit weird, but I really like her Tobin. The last thing I want to do is hurt her."

Tobin smiled slightly, pulling me into a quick hug, "I know and so does Chris. Just take it one step at a time, you don't need to rush anything or do anything that doesn't feel right."

After one last hug I made my way to the door, "Thanks Tobs, I should go get ready before I make myself late."

Before heading back to my room, I ran down to the shop to get a few things. Picking out what to buy took longer than it should have. Everything I thought about buying, I ended up second guessing if Christen actually liked it. Time was running out though so I ended up picking out some wine I thought she liked and some other picnic type things.

Despite almost making myself late, I knocked on the door at exactly 6 pm, trying my best to push down the nerves. Tobin was right, Christen was my friend, I knew she didn't expect or even really like some fancy date. There was no real reason to be this nervous. Part of it was probably because of how new it was, part of me was second guessing if I was truly ready for this, but I think that was due to nerves and not wanting to hurt Christen. Another part was because it was Christen. Gorgeous, kind, thoughtful Christen. Anyone in their right mind would be nervous to be going on a date with her. 

"Hi Y/n/n."

"Hi."

Christen smiled, kissing my cheek softly, "You okay?" 

"A bit nervous, but I'm okay. You ready to go?"

We made our way out of the hotel, stopping to pick up takeaway before starting the ten minute walk to the park. Christen didn't ask about what we were doing, instead making random conversation. Knowing I was nervous, I had a feeling she was doing it on purpose to try calm me down. It was definitely working, my nerves were fading away the longer we talked and I wasn't thinking so much about if it was enough. Instead, I was letting myself be excited about it. 

When we got to the park, Christens eyes lit up as she looked around. I found a nice spot by the lake, spreading everything out on the blanket as Christen got comfortable. "How'd you find this place? It's beautiful."

"I stumbled upon it when I went for a walk the other night."

"You went for a walk, alone at night?"

"Maybe not my best idea, but I needed to clear my head away from our room, away from the hotel."

Concern covered Christens face as she straightened slightly, "Away from our room? Was I doing something wrong?"

"No, no you didn't do anything. I was trying to figure out if I asked you out or not. I guess I was worried that I had left it too long and maybe you weren't interested anymore. I also felt a bit guilty, making you wait so long. It seems unfair to you. Got in my head about it I guess. If you can't tell, I'm a bit of an overthinker sometimes."

"Well I'm glad you did. This wasn't unfair to me, I promise. You were honest about everything Y/n, you didn't give me false hope or lie to me. That was all I could ask of you. Are you feeling okay about this?"

"I am. Honestly, it feels a little bit weird which maybe you don't want to hear, but I'm really having a good time."

Christen smiled, taking my hand gently, "Look, I don't get how it feels, but I will never dismiss anything you're feeling. You can always talk to me about it. It's okay for it to feel weird because it probably is for you, I don't take offence to that."

"Thank you. Now lets eat before it gets cold."

We spent the next couple of hours talking about anything we could think of. There had never been anyone but Talia that I could talk to so comfortably without running out of things to talk about. That was until Christen came along. Long before there were any feelings, there had always been something about her that made me feel comfortable talking to her about things. Now I craved the conversations I could have with her. I wanted to get to know her more, from the mundane to the personal. 

Conversation continued as we walked around the park hand in hand then back to the hotel when it started to get late. The nerves had long faded by now, instead being replaced by giddiness and maybe butterflies. Going on a date with Christen felt right. Despite the lingering guilt, I knew Talia would approve. I knew that out of anyone to move on with she would have chosen Christen for me. That in itself brought a sense of peace. 

---

Christen slipped under the blankets on her bed, pulling me down with her. I laughed as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, mumbling something about wanting cuddles. Pulling her closer, I left a soft kiss against her forehead before speaking. "You want me to sleep in your bed tonight?" 

Christen just nodded. We had just got back from our fifth date in two weeks. They could have been spaced out since we lived in the same city, but I felt like a smitten teenager again. Instead of the nerves that plagued me for our first date, I was excited about the dates. Maybe to some it was too many too quick, but I didn't care and Christen didn't seem to either.

Despite the amount of dates we had been on, we were planning on taking things slow. It was my idea to take it slow as this was something I hadn't done in a long time. We had kissed for the first time at the end of the last one, but even though we were rooming together, we hadn't slept in the same bed yet.

"That can be arranged, but I need to get changed and brush my teeth." She groaned dramatically, but let me go with a pout. After completing my nightly routine, I took my necklace off, putting it next to the bed. It felt unfair to Christen to be sleeping in the same bed as her while still wearing my wife's ring.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking it off."

"Because you want to or because you feel you have to?" I just shrugged, Christen stood up, grabbing the necklace and putting it back around my neck before her arms wrapped around my waist from behind. "I will never make you take this off. I never want you to feel like you have to for me okay? You will always love her and that's okay. It doesn't mean you can't have that love for someone else as well."

I nodded leaning back into her. One of my biggest fears with dating someone new was that they wouldn't understand or get mad at the fact that I will always be in love with someone else. That person just happened to not be here anymore. It was scary that I already felt myself falling for Christen, she was just such a beautiful person, inside and out. I don't think I could stop myself from falling even if I wanted to.

---

Christen and I were lying on my bed as the movie credits started to play. We were supposed to go out, but I wasn't feeling up to it. Talia's birthday was in a few days and I had been thinking about her a lot. No matter how much time passed, I still missed her just as much. I was feeling somewhat guilty about the new realisation that I was in love with Christen, like I was being unfaithful to Talia. I felt guilty a lot when Christen and I first started dating. It had mostly faded over the 6 months we had been together, though it always got worse near dates to do with Talia. I just had to keep reminding myself that there was nothing to feel guilty about and that she would be happy for me.

"I hope she's proud of me," I stated quietly, mostly to myself.

Christen turned her head slightly, "Maybe I didn't know her very well, but I know she is. You've come so far in your life and career. You are an amazing person, anyone would be proud of you."

"Sometimes I wish I could have one last conversation with her. See what she thinks of my life, where I am, who I'm with. I still talk to her sometimes, almost expecting a response, but of course it'll never come."

Her fingers laced with mine, squeezing slightly, "I'm sure she's listening and she's happy that you're living the life you want. That's what the people who love us should want for us."

I rolled over so I could look at her properly, brushing a piece of hair out of her face, "Have I ever thanked you? For letting me talk about her, for understanding that me loving her doesn't take away from what I feel for you, for always being there for me on days like our anniversary, or her birthday or the anniversary of her death. It's something I am forever grateful for Chris."

"I will always do all of those things, you don't ever need to thank me. I love you Y/n, I'll always be there for you no matter what."

"Y-you love me?"

"I do. You don't have to say it back, I just wanted you to know."

I kissed her softly, trying to show everything I was feeling, "I love you Chris."

[erosjournal]

Hello! How are you?

I've a request for Percy Jackson, I imagine something where the reader and Percy have been dating for a while, but the reader noticed Percy's closeness to Annabeth and the reader starts to get jealous and insecure, and she also starts to compare herself to Annabeth, and the reader is super upset and downcast, but she doesn't know how to communicate, so when Percy confronts the reader, the reader freezes and can't talk about her feelings

I've done this request for someone else before, so I'll understand if you don't want to do this request, but I love your writing and would love to see what you could write with this request

☆ i know it's crazy , but what if it's right ?

~ percy jackson x gender neutral reader

~ synopsis : you and percy are dating , happily . well , thats if you ignore the fact he spends more time with annabeth than his own partner !

~ tw(s): mental health struggles , physical comparisons

You were waiting in your cabin, fidgeting with Percy's jacket. Percy had promised to meet up with you five minutes ago, to come get you to take you on a beach walk. Playing with the jacket, you frowned. It was now 6 minutes past, the tear in the sleeve becoming bigger. See, Percy hadn't even noticed you'd taken his favorite jacket. The door was thrust opened and you jumped.

"Gods, I'm so sorry I'm late!" Percy cried, breathing heavily. He doubled over, groaning. You walked over to him, ruffling his hair.

"Don't worry, Perce," You tried, attempting to be lighthearted. He looked up, his sea green eyes making your stomach churn. You still had those honeymoon phase moments, when you'd look into those beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, I got caught up with--" You braced yourself.

"Annabeth." You felt nauseous. Recently, Percy had been spending a lot of time with her. You understood they were close friends, and had a thing in the past, but Percy always denied any feelings of romance towards her. But in moments like these, you couldn't help but wonder...

"Oh. Annabeth?" You muttered shakily. Percy nodded. He had redoubled over, and couldn't see your pained expression.

"Yeah, she wanted my opinion on a new structure she was designing for Olympus," He stood up, laughing nervously. He scratched his neck.

"...Couldn't she ask someone else?" You asked. He shrugged.

"I mean, I guess," He didn't add on anymore, causing your worries to worsen. "Anyways, I'm here now. Let's go!" You nodded, him grabbing your hand. Yes, you were glad he was here and you could go on your walk now, but was it all that worth it?

Today was the third day in a row you'd ignored Percy. The first day, he'd asked to take you to go out with him to pick strawberries. Where Annabeth was. You gently declined, saying you had been given a ton of chores that day. The second he came over to your cabin, asking to spend time. You accepted, but he just went to sit on your bed, talking about his favorite architectural designs. Something about Annabeth, and you immediately started ignoring him.

See, it wasn't that you didn't like Annabeth. No, you couldn't! She was, after all, a great person and fun to be around. You just couldn't handle the fact Percy was constantly with her instead of you. That might sound like jealously, but this had happened too many times to count.

So when Percy rapped his knuckles on your cabin door, you shut it back in his face. You heard a gasp, much more realistic than dramatic, and another knock.

"What was that for?" You heard him yell. You leaned against the door, blinking back tears.

"Leave me alone! Go find Annabeth or something!" You argued, trying not to break down behind the door. He froze, hesitating. Then you heard footsteps, leaving your cabin in the direction of the Athena cabin. Of course he knew where she was.

You walked into the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirrors. You wished you looked like Annabeth. You wish you were Annabeth. The perfect way her curls wound, the specific shade of blonde that shined in the sun, the way she could talk about something she loved so easily. The way she captured Percy's thoughts, his mind, his focus. That's what you wanted the most.

It'd been over a week at this point, and Percy was fed up. You were at the lake, ankle deep in the cold water. He tapped your shoulder, sitting next to you. You froze.

"Love," He started, biting his lip. "What's wrong?" You shook you head, looking away.

"Nothing. I'm fine... just busy." Percy shook his head, trying to catch your gaze.

"No, it's not.... Are you... planning on breaking up with me?" He said, his voice cracking with pain. Shit. You turned to look at him, tears pooling in his eyes. You opened your mouth, your body begging you to say no. But your voice died in your throat. He cleared his throat.

"Please, just talk to me."

"I can't, Percy."

"Is it because of Annabeth?" You hesitated, Percy sighing. "I promise, we're just friends." He assured, frowning at your hesitation. You shook your head.

"Friends don't act like..." You couldn't even name it. "You guys." Percy let out another sigh. A sound you were starting to hate.

"But we are! I promise! Yeah, sure, we've had a past together, but I don't even see her that way! I see you that way." You just shake your head. More words threaten to spill, but they just won't come out. He bites his lip. "I should leave," He starts getting up.

"Percy,"

"No, it's fine. We should, um, take a breather. Talk tomorrow," He said, blinking as tears fell from his eyes. You nodded, frowning. Why couldn't you just talk now? Why couldn't the words come out?

"Okay."

~ an : aaah tysm for reading !! i hope u liked it , i wasn't able to fit in everything but i hope that was ok . i also decided to do a gn reader bc i didn't think it needed specifically to be fem , i hope that was fine too . we love our bi king guys/hj . anyways , yeah , maybe i'll write a part 2 if people want it . ty !! ty for requesting !! (also the title is from talk too much - renee rapp)

[cosmicstarlatte]

Coffee Shop (Obey Me!)

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You start a new job at a coffee shop in a popular plaza. You can't help but look forward to a certain regular. ♡

»Characters: Demon Bros + Dia + Barb

»Tags: Fluff, Bulleted Style, GN Reader, LeviLeviLevi-

»Notes: lol when was the last time I made a bulleted fic that wasn't a shitpost???🤯 Just simple short fluff lol, reblogs are appreciated + motivating ♡

Lucifer:

Always orders a cafe con leche every morning

Keeps interactions short but you learned his name

Always so serious but he does look like a business man

A very very handsome business man cough

After working there for a little bit he admits he likes the way you make his drink & hates when you guys miss each other on days off

One day he comes in normal clothes & you got caught off guard when he made it to the register

"It's my day off but I was craving my usual. I'm glad to see you're here."

Pleaseee you gotta be blushing right now alalfkfldk

You notice the record store bag he's holding & start a fun conversation while its slow

It does get busier & unfortunately have to cut the conversation to both your disappointments

"We can continue this later...maybe over dinner if you're available?"

Mammon:

Usually gets an icy blended drink, the flavor changes frequently

You see him every other day, it looks like he works at a retail store in the plaza

You thought he was cute & funny despite how loud he could be

One day he defends you against a really rude customer

You say your thank yous & give him his drink for free that day

"Yeah I guess I am a hero. Heroes get free drinks all the time though, ya?"

You couldn't help but laugh & accidentally let slip "you're really cute!"

He starts choking on his drink, stuttering & blushing

He goes silent for a moment before asking, "whaddaya say to a date one of these days?"

Levi:

Usually orders sweet drinks & likes trying seasonal/limited time things

You've seen him at his job at the anime store in the plaza, since you visit there sometimes

You two are on friendly terms even though he can be awkward

You think he's very cute though, especially when he talks about his passions

You felt like you two were dancing around eachother so you decide to make a move

You drew a Gundam robot on his drink & wrote 'Gun-DAM you're cute!'

You nervously handed the drink & he took it without noticing the drawing on it

You watched as he left the shop,took another sip, then stop as he looked at his drink

You could see he was happily freaking out but then abruptly stop

He looked back to the shop & you waved a shy hello

He ran back inside to make sure, "S-sorry is this a mistake? W-was this for someone else??"

"Look on the bottom"

He raised the cup & looked under

Levi, AkuCon this weekend?

Satan:

Usually orders a simple cappuccino but will add a flavored syrup occasionally

Comes in often on his breaks

You've seen him working at the bookstore in the plaza

He looks like a simple guy yet very charming

You always notice a book on him & one day you decide to ask what he's reading

You learn you read the same things & start having fun conversations every time he stops by

Eventually he asks you if you'd be able to give your thoughts on his writing

"Sure, I'd be happy to read it if you bring it!"

He gave you a flirty smile

"Actually I was thinking maybe we could hang out...like somewhere that's not here?"

Asmo:

Always orders an iced vanilla oat milk latte

You see him every few days, really friendly customer that loves to chat & you become friends quick even though you want more

You find out he works at a nearby agency & is an up & coming model

You felt a little intimidated, he could be really famous one day!

Nevertheless you treat him just the same even as those around him changed, he lets you know how grateful he is

One day he comes in upset & tells you the agency is moving across town to a bigger location so he won't be able to see you there anymore

At the same time both of you blurt out

"I still wanna see you!"

Beel:

You never know with this guy

He works in the sports store across from the cafe

He's always indecisive with the menu & one day just tells you to make whatever

You're his fave barista, he thinks you make the best drinks either way

Doesn't realize he just likes everything & has a crush on you

You can't help but get excited when he looks excited to see you golden retriever energy

You find out he's a foodie type & you guys talk about the local spots around town

"Would you like to check out the new sandwich store that opened a few doors down? Uh...like, maybe a date?"

Belphie:

Usually orders a hot regular latte but occasionally orders hot chocolate

He appears to be a student as he comes in often to study & always looks tired

One day on your break you decide to chat him up & offer help on the subject he was struggling with

He thought you were cute & was thankful for your help

After a few weeks of tutoring (+some heavy flirting), he passed his exam flawlessly

"Actually can you help me with one other thing?"

"Yeah, what?"

"Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

Diavolo:

Has a new favorite every week but really likes lattes/teas

You can tell he's important with his assistant present

You wonder why the assistant doesnt just get his order though

Anyway hes hot really friendly & chatty & can tell a few good jokes, you appreciate them!

He always seems reluctant to leave the shop which makes your heart flip

Always leaves a big tip! ... I want him to give me a big tip 😔

The two of you find out you have a lot more in common than you thought

One day he admits that these coffee runs are the things he looks forward to the most since his day is usually very busy & doesn't get much else normalcy

He lets slip that it's mainly seeing you that adds to his joy so he goes all in

"If you're interested, care to join me for dinner this weekend?"

Barbatos:

Always large orders of a few different drinks (part of his job)

Though you notice he always orders tea for himself & likes to buy different tea blends

He's a very (cute) polite customer, one of the few

You two usually chat as you make his large order & you can't help but fall for him

Knowing he loves to buy limited release tea blends, you usually save him one before the cafe sells out

You never tell anyone about it but:

"I appreciate you always saving me one."

"Oh? How did you know!?"

"I have a friend who stopped by earlier & said it was one of those times they missed out. Yet, there always appears to be one for me even after sell-out. Thank you kindly."

You blush at being found out, "seems I've been caught!"

He chuckles & gives you another shock:

"I've been meaning to ask...will you allow me to take you out one of these days?"

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[miheartsedthings]

Happy Valentine's Day, Loves!

Ready for a treat? 😊 I've got just the thing. Let's take a look at your first kiss with Billy Hargrove.

Summary: Because of an altercation with his dad, Billy shows up late for your first date, and with a black eye. The two of you end up on the playground looking at the stars.

SFW Billy x Reader

Warnings: Implied child abuse.

Note: You and Billy are both 18 but you haven't graduated yet.

❣️The First Kiss❣️

You're watching the clock on your nightstand slowly countdown to 6pm. Your nerves are rattling, and you can't find the bracelet you wanted to wear. You started getting ready two hours ago, yet it feels like time has flown by and you're still rushing around putting on finishing touches. This is what Billy Hargrove does to you.

You'd met in detention. You were there for your alleged involvement in a fight. In truth all you'd done was pull a girl off your friend when it looked like she was losing. You may have tossed a couple words at the other girl but nothing that wasn't true. Nevertheless your friend got suspended and you got detention, where Billy Hargrove sat leaned back in his chair, arm slung around the back of the empty seat beside him.

The chaperone left halfway through the hour to run an errand, leaving you alone with the mischievous hottie who, unbeknownst to you, was stealing glances at you whenever he could. Before you knew it, he was plopping down in the seat beside you, tossing his arm behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Didn't know you were the fighting type.”

You were surprised to hear him talk to you. Billy Hargrove who only associated with the popular and blonde. It hadn't occurred to you that he knew anything about you, let alone why you'd gotten in trouble.

“I broke up the fight, actually.”

“That's real heroic.”

You cut your eyes at him, annoyed by his condescending tone. He only smirked.

“You better be careful making that face at me.”

Your face warmed, nerves fluttering in your stomach. He laughed because he could tell what kind of effect he had on you. Before you knew it the two of you were talking about the hardass way Hawkins approached discipline. He asked if you wanted to ditch the rest of detention, and when you said you couldn't risk getting into more trouble, he teased you. You asked if he would stop bothering you so you could pass the rest of the hour in peace, and he asked you out.

That was a few hours ago, and now you're freaking out because you can't find your bracelet and the clock just struck 6. You rifle through your jewelry case one more time, then finally give up. You snatch your phone from the charger, add an extra puff of perfume, and rush out of your bedroom. In the end, all the rushing is for nothing, because you get downstairs and go to the window, just to find that Billy isn't there. Not a big deal, he's never come across as a punctual person. You sat on the couch and waited, still excited. You wonder if he'll like your outfit, the way you styled your hair. Minutes tick by.

“He's still not here?” Your mom asks, clearly disapproving.

“He's just a little late. No big deal.”

You try to hide your nerves but you're starting to worry. Wondering if the whole thing had been a joke. You've heard rumors about Billy being rude and sometimes downright cruel, but you figured they were exaggerations. Maybe you'd been naive in this.

Five and then ten minutes goes by, and with every moment you doubt more and more the fun you'd had with him in detention. Maybe you'd imagined that he'd been into you. Foolishly believed he'd break from his asshole behavior and show you a better side of himself. After nearly 30 minutes you're ready to call it. Your mom is saying he doesn't know what he's missing and you're trying not to feel like an idiot, when your phone rings. You stare at the phone a moment before you answer. You bring it to your ear and don't even say anything. Too angry to speak.

“I'm here.”

Is all he says before hanging up.

“Tell me you're not going.” Your mom says, giving you a look.

“I'll be back before curfew.”

Outside, Billy sits in his black Camaro with his sunglasses on, bobbing his head to “Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeath. You slip into the passenger seat and stare at him for a moment, not even closing the door. He looks over.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah?”

You snip back. He smirks.

“Damn, you really are so cute when you're mad.”

He goes to touch your cheek and you turn your face away.

“You're late.”

You say, fighting your attraction to him with your arms crossed. His demeanor is cold, and he watches you behind those shades with a flat expression.

“I got into somethin’”

“You got into something.”

His jaw tensed.

“You gonna let me make it up to you?”

His tone is sharp and wounding. You're conflicted for a moment. If he hadn't shown up at all you would've been sure he was just fucking with you. If he'd sat there in detention without saying a word to you, your life would've gone on as normal. But, he'd spoken to you, and nothing's normal anymore. You're sitting there with Billy Hargrove, he's late but he's there, asking to make it up to you.

You shut the door and the song changes from Megadeath to Metallica. Any giddiness you'd felt for the date has already drained away and now you're more curious than anything. What exactly did he ‘get into’ that made him so late? Why was he being so uncharacteristically quiet? And why in the goddamn hell was he wearing sunglasses at night?

You hoped this wasn't the legendary Hargrove charm; showing up late in a shitty mood paying lazy homage to some tacky rock song? No thanks.

The burger place is pretty packed when the two of you arrive. People crowded into the space. One booth is full of kids graduating under you who recognize Billy instantly. They lean into their little cluster and whisper, not even attempting discretion. You focus on the menu, remembering your appetite in a sudden rush of hunger.

“Man, I forgot how hungry I was.”

You say as the two of you settle at a booth with your meals.

“How do you forget something like that?”

He doesn't take off the sunglasses to eat. You shrug and answer with your mouth full.

“Thought I was getting stood up.”

“Why would I ask you out just to stand you up?”

“Happens all the time.”

“To you?”

“Well, yeah. Once.”

He stops mid-chew, looking at you.

“No shit.”

“I'm serious. I really liked the guy, too. Left me waiting at a roller rink.”

He shakes his head.

“Fuckin dumbass.”

You smile a little. It can't be helped. After food you climb back into the car. You've already missed half of the movie you were meant to see.

“Wanna wait for the later one?”

You ask him, only to be met with a shrug. He's noticeably distracted and drives with the music turned up. Every once in a while he winces as if in some invisible pain.

“Are you okay?”

“I'm great, doll, how are you?”

He looks at you, cracking his lips into a forced smile.

“I'm wondering why you're wearing sunglasses?”

“Is it a problem? I'll take you home if you don't like it.”

“Is that what you wanna do? Go back home?”

This makes him settle, and the little sneer recedes until he's flat again. Hidden.

“I have an idea.”

You direct him to your old elementary school’s playground. Once there, you're reminded of your favorite pastime and your giddiness returns. As soon as the car is in park you unbuckle and hop out.

“Damn,” he exclaims, hurrying to follow you.

You glance up at the sky, ecstatic to find the street lamps are dim enough to see a bounty of stars.

“Ah, it's perfect.”

You race through the wood chips heading right for the swings.

“Alright,” You hop onto one of the swings and start pumping “I'm about to show you my special talent.”

“Don't get yourself hurt,” he chides and you shush him, already going faster and swinging higher than his head.

“You just stand back. Don't get in my way.”

He does stand back, shaking his head at you with a little amused smile.

“If you break your fuckin legs I swear to God.”

“I won't. I'm going over, up and over!”

“What?”

He's more than a little concerned when he sees how high you're going and realizes what you're talking about.

“What the fuck? Are you kidding?”

You swing up, your belly dropping with the familiar momentum, the world tilts backwards and for a moment you're flying.

“Nope.”

The trees bend away at an angle, and the city skyline stretches far beyond. You can see fields in the distance.

“You're not a kid, you're gonna fuckin tip this thing.”

“I won't!”

Your words whip by on the wind rushing past your face, then, a smattering of stars smears across your vision and for a moment you and the world are upside down. The chains rattle as your swing comes clammering back down to center, one loop completed. You're laughing uncontrollably and stagger off the swing on wobbly legs. Your head rushing.

“Holy shit.”

Billy’s mouth is hanging ajar.

“Told you.” You switch your hips like a boisterous pigeon, teasing “You're gonna fuckin flip it, you're not a fuckin kid.”

Before you can finish the taunt he's after you. The two of you take off in a game of chase, dashing through the chips, over the see saw and under the monkey bars until finally, he snatches you into his arms. His grip is tight around your waist from behind.

“Okay, okay, I give up.”

The two of you relax, and his grip eases, but there you are in his arms. Neither of you want to let go just yet. You stand there, his breath warm on your ear, his arms around your middle and your arms over his. The two of you fit together so perfectly. You turn your head, finding his lips right there, his handsome face, and those sunglasses. You reach up to remove them and he catches your hand.

“You're so weird.” You say, softly.

“Me? You're the one who almost nut yourself over the swingset.”

He had a point. The two of you make your way to the playset and lay down on the brown plastic, looking up at the stars.

“When I leave here, I'm going somewhere warm." You say, eyes on the stars "All I'm gonna do is sit outside drinking white wine and all I'm gonna eat is lobsters and coconuts.”

“Sounds like you're going to Cali, then.”

“I'll try it out, for sure. But I gotta see Jamaica, too. And the Virgin Islands. Miami, even.”

“I could see you in Miami.”

You rolled onto your side to look at him.

“Yeah?”

He smiles, and for once it's a real smile instead of a smirk.

“Yeah. But Cali’s better.”

You smile back.

“I'm glad you showed up.”

He doesn't say anything, but there's a response, a change in the way he regards you that you can't help but notice. Maybe it's the set of his mouth or the softening of his brows. Either way, the air is filled with static. When you speak again, it's so softly you think he might not hear you.

“Are you gonna tell me why you were late?”

He looks at you for a long moment. So long that you start to make your peace with the idea that you might never know. Then, he lifts up on his elbows and slowly takes off the sunglasses. Around his left eye, a darkening bruise. Your heart sinks looking at it, and registering the trepidation in his gaze. He isn't looking directly at you, his eyes focused on your lips, his expression flat, as if bracing for the worst.

You do something you've wanted to do for a long time, which is trace your finger along his jawline and then along his bottom lip. His eyes are kind. So kind it's a wonder he can be so intimidating. Looking at him now, you can't imagine this person hurting anyone. His eyes are kind, catching the light of the stars.

“Still so cute,” you say, and the relief he feels crumples his brow. He touches your cheek with the backs of his fingers, caressing gently. Then, you could be imagining it, but it seems like he's leaning in. No, he is leaning in! Your heart jerks to a start as he comes slowly closer. You close your eyes, and sure enough there are his lips, soft against your own.

You never imagined a kiss with him would feel so pure. You didn't think his tongue would be sweet, you didn't think he'd hold your chin and kiss you like you were so precious. But soon you'd know this kiss, you'd come to know it as the way he kisses you when he means to say: “I love you.”

Thanks for reading!! 💖

[allsouls-emma]

Hey!!! So I saw you opened your requests for Leon ! Could I request one? Maybe one where he and the reader is out and he notices her and likes her but thinks her friend is her boyfriend so he doesn’t come up to her but they meet again somewhere else and he finds out that the guy is just a friend and he asks her out. The date goes well and they go back to his/her place and it finishes with a smut 😏😏 if you are confortable with that !! Also could I add my own OC? If yes my name is Emma and I have brown hair, blue eyes and freckles and glasses!!! Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️

✧✧✧ ─ Reading between the silver lining

Léon Marchand X Female!Reader, !Original Female Character

Warnings: SMUT, PnV, Mature themes, DNI if under 18!, No former knowledge of swimming nor american college. Enjoy!

I was very excited to start my requests, Here we go! I hope i captured the vision you had in mind x

"What do you think of the new menu?" Kyle asked, his eyes skimming over the freshly printed pages.

Emma looked up from her phone, brown hair falling into her face. She pushed her glasses back up her nose. "It looks good. But I can never decide," she said with a laugh, revealing a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks. "I'm going with the usual, I guess."

"You and your predictability," Kyle teased, shaking his head.

The bell above the cafe door chimed, signaling a new arrival. A young man, tall with dark hair, walked in. He scanned the room, and when his eyes met Emma's, they lingered. She blushed, her blue eyes flickering away from his gaze.

"Who's that?" Kyle whispered, leaning in.

Emma shrugged. "Dunno. He's cute, though."

The stranger, Leon, took a seat a few tables away. He ordered a black coffee and pretended to read a book, stealing glances at the girl with the infectious smile and the guy who seemed too comfortable with her to be just a friend.

The cafe hummed with the low murmur of conversation and the clinking of spoons against porcelain. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of baked goods. Outside, the sun began its descent, casting a warm glow through the windows.

Leon couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched the pair. They seemed so at ease with each other, finishing each other's sentences and sharing quiet laughs. He wondered if they were a couple, if the universe had already paired her off. But something in her gaze, a hint of curiosity when she'd caught him looking, made him hopeful.

Emma's eyes met Leon's again, and she felt a strange pull. She'd never seen him before in this town, but there was something familiar about his smile. It was like a puzzle piece she hadn't known was missing. She nudged Kyle under the table. "What's his deal?"

Kyle followed her gaze. "Well, he's not checking me out, so I'm guessing he's not into guys," he said with a smirk. "But seriously, he seems to have a thing for you."

Emma's heart skipped a beat. Was it possible that this handsome stranger was interested in her? And if so, what would she do about it? She'd heard enough rumors about herself and Kyle, and she didn't want to lead anyone on. But the way Leon's eyes danced across her face made it hard to ignore the flutter in her stomach.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension grew. Would Leon come over? Would he leave without saying a word? The air was thick with possibility, and Emma found herself holding her breath.

Their conversation grew quieter, their smiles more tentative. The air in the cafe seemed to still, waiting for something to happen. The moment hung there, delicate and untouched, like a perfectly frozen snowflake about to melt.

Leon's frustration grew with every sip of his now-cold coffee. He'd never been one to approach a girl without confidence, but Emma's presence had him tied in knots. He watched as her brown hair caught the light, and her blue eyes sparkled with mirth at something Kyle said. He knew he had to do something, or he'd never forgive himself for letting her slip away.

Summoning his courage, he took a deep breath and stood. As he approached their table, the clatter of cups and the murmur of conversation grew distant. All he could hear was the thud of his own heart.

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, Kyle's laugh rang out, a little too loud, a little too forced. It shattered the spell, and Leon's resolve crumbled. He mumbled something about needing to go and retreated, his eyes never leaving Emma's until the door closed behind him.

Emma watched him leave, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and relief. She didn't know what she would have said if he had come over, but the fact that he hadn't felt like a missed opportunity. She turned to Kyle, who was watching her with a knowing smile. "What?" she asked, feeling her cheeks redden.

Kyle leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling. "You know what. You're totally smitten."

Emma rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. "It's just… I don't know. He's cute, and he seems nice."

Kyle's smile softened. "And you think because people assume we're a couple, you can't be interested in anyone else?"

Emma sighed. "It's not that. It's just… complicated."

Kyle reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "Look, Em, I'm your best friend. I'm not your boyfriend. You can like whoever you want. And if you want, I'll help you figure out how to talk to this Leon guy."

The offer was sincere, and Emma felt a warmth spread through her. "Thanks, Kyle," she said, smiling gratefully.

They sat there a moment longer, the cafe's ambiance washing over them like a comforting blanket. The sun had set outside, leaving only the warm glow of the streetlights to play on the windows. Emma took a deep breath, feeling a new determination settle in her chest. Maybe tomorrow she'd come back and see if Leon was here again. Maybe she'd work up the nerve to say hello. Or maybe she'd wait and hope that fate had other plans.

The next morning, Emma woke up early, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She threw on a sundress that brought out the blue in her eyes and tied her hair back in a loose ponytail. It was a new semester, time for new beginnings. She grabbed her backpack and headed out the door, her thoughts still lingering on the mysterious man from the cafe.

The college campus was a buzz of activity. Groups of prospective students and their families shuffled from one building to the next, guided by eager tour guides. As she arrived at the meeting point for her tour, Emma's eyes scanned the crowd. And there he was, Leon, standing tall and handsome among the sea of faces. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world around them stopped.

The tour guide, a bubbly redhead named Linda, began her spiel about the school's rich history and state-of-the-art facilities. But Emma's attention was elsewhere. She couldn't help but steal glances at Leon as they walked through the quad. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but the way the fabric hugged his muscular frame made her heart race. His eyes never left hers, and she felt a thrill run down her spine every time their gazes locked.

The tension between them was palpable, like a tightly wound spring waiting to snap. Every time they stopped at a new location, Emma felt the urge to break away from the group and talk to him. But she held back, unsure of what to say or how to approach him without making a fool of herself.

The tour wound through the library, the science building, and the student center. At each stop, Emma found herself lingering just a moment longer, hoping that Leon would make the first move. But he remained a silent observer, his eyes speaking volumes but his mouth saying nothing.

Finally, they arrived at the last stop, the college's picturesque amphitheater. As Linda wrapped up her speech, Emma felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned to find Leon standing there, his eyes searching hers.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I noticed you at the cafe yesterday. I just wanted to say, I think you're beautiful."

Emma's cheeks burned as she took in his words. She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. All she could do was nod, her eyes wide with surprise.

Leon chuckled, a sound that sent a warm rush through her. "I'm Leon," he said, holding out his hand.

"Emma," she managed to choke out, placing her hand in his. His grip was firm, but gentle, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

The group began to disperse, and Emma knew she had to say something before she lost her chance. She took a deep breath and looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "Would you like to grab coffee tomorrow?"

Leon's smile grew, a genuine light in his eyes. "I'd love to," he said, squeezing her hand before letting go. "Tomorrow it is."

And with that, they parted ways, the promise of a new connection lingering in the air. Emma felt a mix of excitement and anxiety as she walked back to her dorm, her thoughts racing with what tomorrow would bring.

The next afternoon, Emma arrived at the same cafe, her heart thumping in her chest. She spotted Leon at their usual table, a book laid open in front of him, a cup of black coffee steaming beside it. He looked up as she approached, his eyes lighting up with a smile that made her stomach flutter.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said, standing to pull out her chair.

Emma couldn't help but blush as she sat down. "Hi," she said, her voice a little shakier than she'd have liked.

They ordered their drinks and fell into an easy conversation, sharing stories of their families, their hometowns, and their hopes for the future. Leon talked about his love for basketball and how he'd always dreamed of swimming for the for the college team, the Sun Devils.

"But you're totally not a jock," Emma said playfully, raising an eyebrow as she stirred her latte.

Leon laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made her insides warm. "What makes you say that?"

"You read," she said, nodding at the book he'd brought with him. "I thought all athletes just listened to podcasts and stuff."

He rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered. "Not all of us," he said. "I actually love literature. I'm just trying to keep up with the stereotype out there."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the hours melted away. They talked about their favorite books, their shared love for indie films, and their mutual disdain for overcooked pasta. Leon was charming and attentive, his gaze never leaving hers unless it was to laugh at something she said.

As they sat there, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the windows. The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the cafe, and the clatter of cups and spoons grew quieter as the last of the customers left.

"So, about that swim team," Emma said, playing with the edge of her napkin. "What's it like, being a college athlete?"

Leon leaned back in his chair, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "It's intense," he admitted. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's like being part of a family."

"Sounds amazing," she said, meaning it. "But also, like a lot of pressure."

"It can be," he agreed. "But it's worth it for the love of the discpline."

Emma nodded, taking in his passion. It was clear that he didn't just swim; it was a part of who he was. And for some reason, that made him even more attractive to her.

As the night grew later, Leon reached across the table and took her hand. "Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest. "For giving me a chance, for not writing me off as just another jock."

Emma felt a warmth spread through her at his touch. "You're not just a jock," she said, her voice soft. "You're so much more."

Their first date had been nothing short of perfect, a blend of humor and depth that left Emma feeling seen in a way she hadn't in a long time. As they stepped out into the cool evening air, she couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would lead them. And as Leon walked her back to her dorm, his hand in hers, she knew that she was ready to find out.

They stopped outside her building, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Without a word, Emma reached up and pulled him into a kiss that was anything but gentle. Her lips crashed into his, her teeth catching his bottom lip in a way that made him gasp. He was taken aback, but only for a moment, before his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

They kissed against the rough brick of the dormitory, the sound of their breaths mingling with the distant chatter of students walking by. The night air was electric, charged with the excitement of a first kiss that held the promise of so much more.

Leon's hands found their way into her hair, and Emma felt herself melt into the warmth of his embrace. Her heart hammered in her chest, her body alive with sensation. It was a kiss that said everything she hadn't been able to put into words, a declaration of interest that was as raw as it was thrilling.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and smiling, Emma felt a rush of exhilaration. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Leon chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "I had a feeling," he said, his thumb tracing the swollen line of her bottom lip. "But I didn't want to assume."

They stood there for a moment longer, their foreheads pressed together, before Emma stepped back. "I should go in," she said, her voice shaky. "But I had a great time."

Leon nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Me too," he murmured. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Emma nodded, her cheeks still flushed from their passionate embrace. "Tomorrow," she promised, before slipping inside the building, her heart racing.

The next day, Emma found herself counting the minutes until she saw Leon again. She'd never felt this way about someone she'd just met, but there was something about him that just clicked. They had plans to study together at the library, but all she could think about was the way his eyes had searched hers the night before.

When she finally saw him, her heart skipped a beat. He was sitting at their usual table, a stack of books in front of him, his dark hair slightly disheveled in a way that made him look even more attractive. As she approached, he looked up and smiled, the same smile that had captivated her the moment she saw him.

They spent hours poring over textbooks and notes, their legs brushing together under the table. The occasional glance and touch sent a thrill through her that she couldn't ignore. It was clear that their connection was more than just physical; they enjoyed each other's company on a level that went deeper than attraction.

As the night grew late, Emma found herself lost in his eyes, forgetting all about the assignments that lay untouched between them. "Leon," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "Yes?"

"I don't want to wait anymore," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

Leon's eyes searched hers, a silent question hanging in the air. And when she nodded, he didn't hesitate. He leaned in and kissed her again, his hands cradling her face with a tenderness that took her breath away.

The library was forgotten as they stumbled out into the night, their kisses growing more urgent with every step. They didn't stop until they reached her dorm, their bodies pressed against the door, their hearts beating in time with the promise of what was to come.

It was the start of something beautiful, something that neither of them could have predicted. And as they broke apart, Emma knew that she'd found someone special in Leon, someone who saw her not just as Kyle's friend or the girl from the cafe, but as Emma, a person worthy of love and passion.

With trembling hands, she led him into her dorm, the excitement building with every step. The room was a mess, a whirlwind of textbooks and clothes, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the way he looked at her, the heat in his eyes that said he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

They barely made it to the couch before their kisses grew more intense, their hands exploring each other with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying. Emma felt the fabric of her dress give way as Leon's hands slid up her thighs, his touch setting her skin alight. She gasped as his fingers found the edge of her panties, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. His mouth however was fulfilling her like a man starved.

And then they were on the bed, the softness of the mattress giving way beneath them. Leon took his time, kissing and caressing every inch of her body, leaving her trembling with need. When his mouth found hers again, she could taste the desperation in his kisses, the need that mirrored her own.

Their clothes were discarded in a tangle of fabric, their bodies coming together in a dance that was both new and familiar. He was gentle but firm, his movements sure and deliberate, as if he knew exactly what she needed. And when he finally entered her, Emma felt a rush of emotion so strong it was almost overwhelming. It was more than just physical; it was a connection that went soul-deep.

Leon's eyes never left hers as he moved inside her, their bodies in perfect sync. She felt a building pressure, a coil of pleasure that threatened to consume her. And when she came, it was with a cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

But Emma wasn't one to be outdone. With a fiery determination, she rolled him onto his back and took control, her mouth exploring his body with a hunger that surprised even her. She took him in her mouth, savoring the taste of him, feeling his body tense beneath her. And when he came, it was with a groan that echoed her own release, a sound that seemed to seal the bond between them.

As they lay tangled together, their breathing ragged and their hearts racing, Emma felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: contentment. This was what it was like to be truly seen, truly wanted. And as she looked into Leon's eyes, she knew that she'd do whatever it took to hold onto this feeling, to keep him in her life.

The next few days passed in a whirlwind of classes, late-night study sessions, and stolen moments together. They were insatiable, their connection growing stronger with every touch, every whispered confession.

One could argue a cup of coffee, a gay best friend and a touch of curiosity could always satisfy the most grueling of passions, lust.

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Thank you Emma (Anon) for your ask xx