#this happens years before current time lmao
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and I don't wanna go home (please, hurry, leave me)
a lil smth for the riptide oc pirate crews!!! a little backstory piece for my oc rue and @unkandilyâs naiya :]
(mild gore warning for some imagery i use!!!)
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The woods are as it always is at night. The crickets chirp and the night-birds coo, mice darting through the underbrush. The clink of his armor and the crunch of leaves under his boots joins the chorus, sending the little creatures beneath her feet skittering away.
The moonlight pours through the trees soon enough, sparkling across the sea. Rue steps from the treeline, breathing in the salty sea breeze, and lowers their gaze to the ledge that overhangs the rolling blue waves. And - there she is.
She sits hunched against a fallen log, legs lowering from their chest as she shifts. Her gaze stays forward, as always, and Rue mulls over the words on their tongue. He moves his hand to his hip, fingers brushing over the wilting petals of a hydrangea. She should announce herself first, as proper, before they approach, even though he knows they have already heard him. He opens his mouth, but snaps it shut just as quick at the sound of a sniffle.
Naiya jerks her head down, fist swiping across her eyes far too aggressively to be subtle. Rueâs step falters, and they stop just behind her. She watches Naiya breathe slow and long, the stuffy inhale and exhale, over and over and over, untilâ
âWhy?â Her voice is quiet, nothing more than a whisper. Rue doesnât know what theyâre asking. Naiyaâs fingers curl, nails scraping up the grass under their hands. He considers the safety of normalcy, of a diversion, of I found out what that flower was, but then her head turns to them.
Their eyes are blue like cloudless skies and forget-me-nots, pale and foggy over the iris. She blinks fast, as if to see around the forming tears, and presses their fisted knuckles to ground. Her voice is rough, and itâs loud, louder than usual, âWhy?â
Rue bites her tongue until she tastes blood and swallows it down. Naiyaâs gaze settles directly on their face, empty and accusing, and it makes his skin itchy. She picks at her fingers until theyâre covered in strips of dead skin, but the crawling beneath rests steady with the heavy silence.Â
Naiya stares and stares and stares, shoulders trembling, and then it breaks. Her head tilts away and their breath comes wet and gasping, hands scrubbing and clawing at their face. Beside her, Jett circles her in laps, body pressed to her side. His dark eyes dart to the side, with something like expectation, and Rueâs legs feel shaky as she takes a step closer.
âWhy do you do this to me?â Naiya asks, watery and wavering and rising, throat catching on the words as she yells, âEvery fucking time. You come here and-and-â
Her voice cracks and she gasps around a hiccup, pausing to rub her eyes. Sheâs still pretty when she cries, with skin glowing and her expression pleasing even when twisted and scrunched. Rue wishes that she wasnât, wishes that they would be blotchy and snotty and unpleasant, because ugly things are something he doesnât have to worry about breaking, about keeping safe, about taking home to the glass case.
âWhy do you pretend to care?â Their voice is lower now, but thereâs something so angry and burning in it that it makes Rue falter. âWhy even tell me there's good in the world if you can't show me it?â
 âWhy do this for them?â Her breathing is getting shakier, heavy and whistling through her teeth around the inhale. Rue swallows hard and watches the shadows bend and writhe, gray mass twisting until it's something with a face and hands. It settles before Naiya and stretches, fingers ghosting over her arms and shoulders, and they gasp in response, wheezing over a hiccup. âW-what have they ever done for you?"
Rue breathes and lowers themself to sit and stares as Naiya chokes out a sob and presses her forehead to her knees. âWhy do you act like the only friend I've ever had and then drag me back to the one, the one fucking place I never want to see again?â
Dark eyes bore into him from over their shoulder, its gray figure shifting and fuzzy. It snarls at him with his own face. Fuck you, it mouths, I hate you I hate you I hate you. Rue closes her eyes and tangles her fingers in the grass, pressing down until the rocks scrape their knuckles and there is dirt under their fingernails.Â
âPlease,â Rue whispers. Please donât ask me. Please donât look at me. Please, I donât know. Their heart stutters in their chest, and they press two fingers against it and consider finally ripping the damn thing out. She could dig it out from under her ribs, place it pulsing and bloody on a platter. He could hand it over with the fluid and membrane and say Iâm sorry. I donât have the thing you want. Can this fix it?Â
Naiya whines some sad little sound, and Rue canât bring himself to look at her as her cries get louder and harsher, tearing themselves from her throat. He waits, and waits and waits and waits, until, finally, Naiya wipes their eyes and lowers their knees, shoulders sinking and hunching with something like defeat.Â
Jett crawls into their lap, curling against her stomach, and he purrs as she runs her fingers across his back. She doesnât look Rueâs way when they look at her, but they see the tears still trickling down, even as her lips press together and she goes silent.
It takes a long moment for Rue to find their words, scraping away the desperation from their tongue to force out a sentence. âCan I take you back?â
Naiyaâs breath hitches, but they nod, tucking their hands under Jettâs belly as they stand. The catfish bumps his head to the underside of her chin, and Rue swallows hard and turns away. He drums his palm against the belt at his hip, a steady thump thump thump, and they donât bother glancing back until they reach the looming silhouette of her fatherâs estate.
Naiya says nothing as they brush past her through the door, letting Jett jump from their arms so he can lead her into the house. Rue skims his fingers over dying petals, and she waits until they are out of sight before she shuts the door and pulls the stem from her belt.
They twirl it between their fingers as they walk through the streets, watching the brown and purple spin and spin. The stem leaks as it breaks, but he holds it steady and breathes it in. She imagines speaking earlier, turning around and grabbing her wrist, spitting out the words that had lodged in her throat - Itâs hydrangea. They say it means understanding, and the purple is for royalty.Â
But he hates fantasizing, and it doesnât matter what they would have said, because the past is the past and it is how it is, and they never will turn back. So she lowers her hand and drops the flower in the grass, and she doesnât look back as she walks home.
#lee writes#fantide crews#i loveee making shitty little fucked up guys <3#this happens years before current time lmao#HUGE ty to kandi for helping me with this#couldnât have done it without them#also yes the ending is shitty. look away. itâs rushed#no spoilers for riptide btw youre all good o7
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Go write a love letter for him! Then you can give it on valentine's day! I think it's pretty obvious that you both like eachother, why not confess first?
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Well, you seeâ [loud construction noises from the neighboring house making my speech incoherent /j]
#[ đŁď¸ | the magical girl replies ]#[ đŤ | hug anon ]#the last time i sent a crushie a v-day letter they confessed they kind of. cheated on me#we were mutual crushies (they did the 'crush-back' to me as we Filipinos would say) and we were basically in a mutual understanding#friends with feelings fr#feb 14 2021 i write him a poem like i did my friends#feb 15 2021 he confesses he'd been s/xting one of my now ex-bestie.#lmao imagine making a cute hand-written card and origami and it gets set on fire by accident#and to top it all off: my ex-bestie went like 'dont blame him. blame me. but im not apologizing because u two arent even a thing yet'#what in the disrespect of my friendship and trust#the worst part of feb 15 2021 was that *it was an exam day*#so i get heartbroken and then gaslit and i end up with a headspace so bad i couldn't do my practical writing exam#i'd never felt so angry before. my blood went warm to hot and i was shaking#i was screaming so much in my head it hurt too much#i hated my crush i hated my bestie i hated ME because who else let this happen? who introduced one to the other?#well it's about to be two years since anyways and i like to think i'm over them lol#my main concern is *how my crush trauma now affects current crush feelings* HAHAHHAHAHhahahaha. ha.#sometimes i'd want to be aro instead but i'm not aro. i experience every aspect and every form of love#the scope of how i feel love also happens to include romantic love#like ik how there's love for family & friends & creators & craft & people & also romantic love. ykw i mean right#so there's... that going on haha#new person new time different outcomes right?
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if the universe could stop offering me people I connect with who have already made plans to move halfway across the country before our meeting, that would be soooooooo great!!! Iâm lonely this isnât fairrrrrrrrr :â)
#I only meet new people like this once every 3-5 business years like#we have limited opportunities here!!! why do we keep choosing people who are about to leave đ#Iâm drawn to wanderlust apparently lmfao#just saw *** for what will probably be the last time before he moves and itâs pretty clear that he maybe wouldâve asked to spend time#together outside of the environment where we currently see each other were it not for his circumstances#and that feels like some kinda cruel joke đ#he did make it pretty clear he wants to keep talking and that heâd wanna hang out if Iâm ever in his area which Iâm glad for#but god damn đ#Iâd like this to stop happening :â)#do I not deserve to find more friends? in exchange for the Horrors?#and heaven forbid I get kissed!!!!#anyway lmao#ked rambles
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#came across a post where op said they were tired of waiting for b*ddie and they donât understand why it hasnât happened yet#and i feel like these people are sooo close to getting it but refuse to grasp it because that would mean they wasted their time for+#something that isnât coming and never was supposed to#âwhy hasnât it happened yet??â because they donât want to make it happen hope this helps!#because as iâve said before they absolutely could suddenly pivot and make it happen sometime down the line (which would require buy that+#iâm fairly certain they donât have)#but itâs been very clear for a while that it isnât currently in the works or being planned#itâs not a slowburn because thereâs nothing burning! the oven isnât even on!#i am astounded that people can sit here and delude themselves into believing that thereâs this grand plan in place to make b*ddie canon#when we have seen how tim operates for years and know he doesnât plan things out like this#hell bi buck literally wasnât going to happen until he couldnât get lucy back on the show!#if youâre sitting around and watching the show just waiting for b*ddie to happen then i suggest you bow out sooner rather than later#(like i was going to after season 6! i saw the writing on the wall and was ready to dip. bi buck drew me back in.)#never say never but it clearly isnât the cards right now and likely never will be#also something random but related to the above that iâve been thinking about#iâm a little surprise b*ddie shippers werenât more angry about 7x04#because uh⌠they were kinda (ship) baited a little lol#the whole episode sort of built it up that buck was jealous of tommy because of his closeness to eddie#but itâs revealed at the end that itâs the direct opposite lol#maybe thatâs why so many have been in denial about it being tommyâs attention that buck wanted because otherwise theyâd have to admit they+#were baited lmao#because at first even i was a little unsure if tommyâs attention was the only one he wanted (and i was pretty sure going in that tommy was+#the one buck was crushing on)#but both tim and oliver made it pretty clear that it was about tommy and not eddie after the fact#so lmao#anyway#ignore me
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rip not knowing enough stuff about old fave dnd characters npc he was in love with and itâs been over a year probably more than two since that campaign so I canât just go to the pal who DMd and be like âso I still very much think about these boys and because I was a coward and didnât engage and push enough as a player to progress anything I need some form of closure please give me cute or random facts you might maaaaybe remember about your old npc or just make em on the spot
(Also if his sister is dead cause I never saved her or if thatâs just in eternal pause cause poor fucking Bea man- little 10yo Beatrice who was full of joy and didnât seem to let the family fucked up shit and life change her cheery little attitude but because her brother is too much of a bitch and too spiteful to allow anything to happen to himself she got the evil crown instead and his stuck in a catatonic state đđđđ)
#iâd make up stuff-#but like Alex was story important so I can NOT do that lmao#also I love Celene and sheâs so cool#but also Iâm a baby and so easily intimated and she intimidates me sheâs so cool#and also I know Iâm the annoying cringe dnd baby whose been playing for a few years and still sucks ass#I miss Meiji lmao#wouldnât give up Kunt or this current campaign for anything#Meiji just ended up turning into a big ol comfort character low key projected onto lmao#he was a stupid edgy anime boy and had a Raven AND a Rat#and was good at lying but the one time it really mattered the two things he could not sand happened#someone was trying to find the perp of the crime Meiji had just been told to commit by his patron#and they guessed the perp to be short and Meiji got defensive suddenly on how they werenât THAT short#and then also he used his rat familiar to peep on smthn two seconds before the crime and the ass hole npc he was stealing from#saw the rat#didnât even know if it was a familiar and then just fucking shot it#so the guy told the others about the rat he saw in his office and shot right before the crime#and Meiji couldnât shut tf up about how fucked up it is that youâd just shoot a rat on sight#who does that#what if it was a nice rat#who shoots rats like that-#itâs horrible-#and then two seconds later someone#was like yo whereâs your rat?#and he played it off somehow but still wouldnât shut up#and his patron had to psychicly mute him so he couldnât fucking talk anymore#and the rest of the whole interaction had to just angrily play it all off with scowls and and snotty sounds
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all roads lead back to you | c.sc (scoups)
(where you take an annual cabin trip with your friends and your ex decides to join this year)
pairing: ex!seungcheol (scoups) x f!reader genre: exes to lovers | angst, smut rating: explicit - minors DNI word count: ~10.6k warnings: these are exes and the relationship ended badly, but we're healing, drinking, midnight kisses, reader is mentioned as wearing a skirt & tights, making out, seungcheol picks reader up, body worship, slight nipple play, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. & m. receiving), choking, cheol has a big dick (i don't make the rules), unprotected sex (they talk about it, but don't do this), multiple orgasms & overstimulation (f. receiving), aftercare
a/n: this is for @k-vanity's 25 tips for surviving the holidays. day 11 - cabin vacation. i'm not really sure what happened, something about scoups just makes me blackout and write too much (i only started this 2 days ago). also shoutout to @tbzhub for saying we'd do this together lmao. thank you to @gyuwoncheol, @wonwussy, & @wooahaeproductions for helping me land on cheol for this fic. also, just for fun, tagging some scoups enjoyers because i'm nothing if not a menace: @ugh-yoongi, @seungkwansphd, @wongyuseokie, @beomcoups, @horanghater, @cheolism
The holidays are usually your favorite time of year. Sure, theyâre really hectic and thereâs always way too much to do without nearly enough time to do it. But, you still love it. Love being around friends and family. Love how everyone seems to acknowledge that any problems can wait for the new year. This is a time for joy and happiness. A time to celebrate all the wonderful things that did happen and leave the bad in the year youâre leaving behind.Â
This time of year also brings around an annual trip that you take with friends. A trip to a secluded cabin where you can all just disconnect. Where you can sit by the fireplace and read. Where you can go to the nearby resort to ski or snowboard. Where you can drink hot cocoa and swap stories and just enjoy the company without the bustle of the city. Itâs one of your favorite weekends every time the holidays roll around.Â
Not this year.Â
This year, your friends decide that they want to make the group a little bigger and spend a long weekend, including New Yearâs Eve, together. Which is great, youâre single and thereâs nobody else youâd rather ring the New Year in with. Except for one problem. Your ex is also coming. Itâs been a little over a year since you broke up, so you know itâs time to move on. Moving on feels a lot harder when he decides heâs going to come to the cabin weekend again this year. It shouldnât really surprise you. After all, you were friends before you dated. Didnât think anything could stop you from being friends after. Didnât actually think there would be an after, if youâre honest. And youâre definitely not going to be the one to back out or admit youâre still not really over it.Â
So, thatâs why youâre sitting in a car with Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Mimi, headed off to the cabins that your friends booked for an extended long weekend. Youâre just thankful that Wonwoo offered you a spot in his car on the way up. Makes it a lot easier. Even if it means Jihoon and Mimi are currently in each otherâs space in the backseat as she shows him something on her phone. Itâs not that you mind how cute they are together, itâs just still weird to see Jihoon acting like that with anyone. She seems to have waltzed in and melted any defenses he had.
From his position in the driverâs seat, Wonwoo reaches over to squeeze your thigh. You look over at him, grateful for the reminder that youâre not alone in all of this. Grateful that he swore up and down to make sure you never felt awkward the whole weekend. Maybe it wonât be so bad, you think, as you queue up more songs for the drive. Thatâs the best part about being in the front seat. You get to control the music and Wonwoo started the trip by telling Jihoon and Mimi just to roll with it. Not that theyâre paying all that much attention, but it was a nice thought all the same.Â
The drive up is uneventful. Wonwoo navigates the winding back roads with a practiced ease. You sigh happily, taking in all the trees dusted with snow and the winter wonderland all around as you leave most of your troubles behind. Thereâs something almost refreshing about being out here. Like the air is crisper and everything is stiller. Wonwoo would make a smartass comment about how thereâs more trees, less pollution, and a lot fewer people. So, of course all those things are true. You think itâs more, something about the magic of Christmas and the New Year.Â
Your smile falls the second you pull up to the main cabin because you can see that Seungcheolâs car is already there. Figures he would not only drive, but beat you there. You try to set that aside, though, because the place is beautiful. Itâs set up with a main cabin where you can hang out, cook, play games, or do whatever you want. Then, there are separate small cabins, mostly just with bedrooms and bathrooms, to sleep in. Nayeon, bless her, took care of figuring out the sleeping arrangements for everyone. At least that would be easy.Â
Jihoon and Mimi are out of the car almost as soon as it stops, even if Jihoon grumbles about how his legs are stiff and the air is cold. It takes one smile from Mimi and heâs smiling back, grabbing their bags from the car to head for the main cabin. Meanwhile, Wonwoo adjusts his glasses and makes sure everything is turned off before getting out of the car to stretch. When he meets you at the trunk, his gaze is soft.Â
âAre you sure youâre going to be okay?â he asks.Â
You sigh and pull out your suitcase, with a little help from your friend. âNo.âÂ
âWe shouldnât have come,â Wonwoo says.
âJust because Iâm being a baby doesnât mean you shouldâve stayed away,â you reassure him.
âYouâre not being a baby,â he says with a frown.Â
âStill,â you press. âWeâve been broken up for a year. Thereâs going to be a lot of people here, itâll be fine.â
âAs long as youâre sure,â Wonwoo relents. âHe didnât bring anyone, did he?âÂ
âNo, Nayeon said itâs just him. Sheâs worried about me too,â you say with a playful eye roll. âSheâs got me staying in a cabin with you, her, and Joshua.â
âIâm glad weâre at least staying together,â Wonwoo says.
âIâm gonna be fine, Wonwoo, you worry too much,â you insist.Â
You get through the first night and breakfast the next morning without having to say a single word to Seungcheol. Itâs been awhile since you last saw some of your friends, so thereâs a lot to catch up on. The group is also pretty large, which makes it easier to blend in. Everything, even something as simple as making a meal, is kind of a process, too. Youâve always been pretty comfortable in the kitchen and offer to help cook. Seungcheol canât say the same. It feels like maybe itâll be smooth and you can just do your own separate things without it being a big deal. Like you can both just agree to give each other space during the trip and not be awkward.
That lasts until the afternoon on the first full day, unfortunately.Â
Even though a lot of people take time off between Christmas and New Yearâs, a decent portion of the group decides a Friday will still be less busy on the slopes. They want to get some runs in earlier in the day before whatever everyone wants to do later. Seungcheol, thankfully, was one of the first to say he wanted to go. Not surprising, you know he likes really anything where he can be active. Wonwoo was also quick to say he wanted to, after asking you if that was okay. You, again, insisted it was fine.Â
Youâre reading your book by the fire, periodically watching Jun, Nayeon, and Mimi play cards on the other side of the room, when Seungcheol comes hobbling back in. Minghao just behind him, scolding him for not waiting and ruining the peaceful atmosphere.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Nayeon asks, looking up from the game.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â Seungcheol says shortly.
âHe rolled his ankle,â Minghao interjects.Â
âNow you see why I stayed behind,â Jun says.
âIâm fine, really,â Seungcheol insists.Â
âYou should ice it just in case. And keep it elevated,â Minghao says as heads off to the kitchen.Â
Trying to keep your face straight, you mark the page in your book and get up. All you want is for this to be as subtle as possible. But, Jun is also in the room.
âWhere are you going?â Jun asks.Â
âOh, just back to my room to get something,âÂ
Itâs a lie and youâre pretty sure they know it, but you also donât care. Youâre not going to stay in the room with an injured Seungcheol because he gets pouty when he canât do exactly what he wants. This is going to be one of those times. Thereâs no way heâs going to be happy sitting still when he knows his other friends are still out on the trails. Especially when itâs such a minor thing. You hope that they all understand your decision to just let them deal with him and whatever he has to say.
When you feel like itâs been enough time, you venture back into the main cabin, portable charger in hand, for good measure. Not that you think anyone will ask what it is that you needed from your room, but itâs always a good idea to be prepared. Just in case. At first glance, you think the main living area is empty. That makes you sigh in a little relief. Not that you want to be alone when this is a trip for friends. Itâs just nice to have a quiet moment in all the chaos. You think youâll be able to get back to your book, at least for a little, until you notice someone laying on the couch. Not someone. Seungcheol. Quickly, you turn around, hoping he doesnât see you. And it would probably work, if you didnât bump into the corner of a table on your way out.
His head snaps up and swivels to look at you. âWhat - oh.âÂ
âSorry, I was just leaving,â you say.
âCan you really not be in the same room as me?â he asks. He sits up so that he can look at you more easily.
âIâve been in the same room as you plenty,â you point out.
âNot alone,â he persists.Â
âWhat reason would we possibly have to be alone together?â you wonder.Â
âYou donât have to be soâŚâ he starts.
âSo, what?â you press.
âSoâŚlike this,â Seungcheol finishes, somewhat lamely.
âHow should I be?â you ask.Â
âI donât know, just, not like this. We were always comfortable with each other, even beforeâŚâ he starts and stops suddenly.
âBefore we dated? Before you shattered my heart? Before you decided it was easier to shut me out instead of just talking to me?â you ask, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.Â
âI know,â he admits.
âYou just abandoned me,â you say quietly. âI needed you and you werenât there. I never wouldâve left you like that.âÂ
âI know. I made so many mistakes. So many things I canât take back,â he says. He actually looks remorseful. Youâre not sure if thatâs better or worse. âIâm so sorry for that. I would take it all back if I could. Iâd do everything differently.â
âThis was a mistake,â you say.
âTalking to me?â he asks.
âComing on this trip at all,â you admit and turn away. âI have to go.âÂ
With your back to him, you miss the way his face falls at your admission. Donât see the way he considers getting up to follow after you. Itâs for the best, anyway. Your heart's already breaking again just from one conversation. Just from seeing the emotion on his face. The one face you thought youâd always know better than your own. Itâs amazing how everything can change in a single moment. How something that took years to build, first as friends and then as a couple, can all come tumbling down in a second. A split second or a fork in the road. One wrong turn and itâs all gone.Â
You make it through to Saturday without any more forced conversations with your ex-boyfriend. Manage to sit on the opposite end of the table from him during meals. Wait until he commits to playing a game or watching something before you decide what to do yourself. Still, you feel very included in everything with different groups of your friends because there are plenty of people there to hang out with. If you take the forced conversation with him out of the equation, itâs actually been a pretty good trip, overall. Not nearly as hard as you expected it to be.Â
âIâm gonna go check out the lodge at the mountain, anyone wanna come?â Wonwoo throws out. Thereâs a smattering of lukewarm responses. Mostly, people say they may hit the trails a little bit later after theyâve had a lazy morning.
âIâll come,â you offer.Â
âShocking that you two are a pair,â Nayeon jokes from her spot on the couch, curled up with Joshua.
âThatâs enough out of you,â you joke back before turning to Wonwoo. âIâll go grab my coat.â
âCan you grab my hat? I think I left it in my room,â Wonwoo requests.
âSure,â you agree.Â
When you meet Wonwoo in the entranceway, you find your eyes back on the living area. Almost like you can feel someone watching you. But, when nobody is, you figure that you must have imagined it, not noticing the way Seungcheolâs jaw tightens or his mouth turns down in frown. He had just been looking and he wasnât liking what he saw. Instead, having missed all that, you fall into step beside one of your closest friends and head out of the cabin.
âItâs not a far walk, but we can drive if you want,â Wonwoo offers, sticking his hands into his pockets.
âNo, a walk would be nice. Itâs not as cold today,â you say.
One of the best parts of being friends with Wonwoo is the sheer comfort you feel with him. Itâs always been like this, since the beginning of your friendship. Always just as easy to say the hard things to him as it is to sit in silence. Always easy to avoid the hard things, because he seems to find it easy to to tell when you donât want to say something. Unfortunately, itâs also easy for him to push you to speak, even when youâre not sure if you want to. Like now, as soon as you reach the Lodge.Â
âAre you doing okay?â Wonwoo asks as the pair of you make your way over to a stand selling hot drinks.Â
âIâm assuming you donât mean from the walk over here,â you deflect while you look at the menu.
âNo,â Wonwoo answers simply.Â
âIâm fine,â you insist, stepping up to the counter. âPeppermint hot chocolate and whatever he wants.â
âYou donât have toâŚâ Wonwoo starts, falling silent at the look you give him. He sighs, knowing you wonât relent. âJust a plain hot chocolate.âÂ
âThanks,â you say as you pay.
âYouâre not fine. I can see it on you,â Wonwoo says.
You pause when someone calls out your name for the order. âI really am doing fine. The only hard part was getting sucked into a short conversation with him yesterday.â
âWhat did he say?â Wonwoo asks.Â
âNothing much,â you say and meet Wonwooâs eyes. You can tell you need to carry on. So, you recount the conversation as best as you can remember.
âHe misses you,â Wonwoo surmises.Â
âAnd if he does? What does it matter?â you ask.
âYou miss him too,â Wonwoo points out. âThatâs why it matters.â
âI donât,â you argue. âHe broke my heart.âÂ
âWhat happened? A year ago when you broke up, what happened?â Wonwoo asks.
âYou know what happened,â you say with a sigh.
âNo, I donât. I know he left, somehow, but I donât know what really happened. Youâve always kept that part of the story close to the vest,â Wonwoo says.
âBecause it still hurts,â you plead.Â
âMaybe itâs time you let someone else take a little of that pain by talking about it,â Wonwoo suggests. You find a table to sit down as youâre considering sharing.
Ultimately, it would be nice to get someone elseâs perspective. To get someone who knows you both, and cares about you both, to weigh in on everything that happened. Even if Wonwoo seemingly took your side, you know he still talks to Seungcheol as well. With a steadying breath, you launch into the whole explanation, at least your side of it. Itâs time, past time, honestly, that you get this off your chest.
It was great, at the beginning. The two of you were friends first, for years, before something shifted and you started to see each other differently. Suddenly stepping a little more carefully around each other. Not really knowing what to do or what to expect. Not sure if it would ruin the friendship to admit that there were feelings there. Until one day, Seungcheol finally made the move, asked you out on a date, and made sure you knew thatâs what he was asking. It got very serious, very quickly. Far more quickly than either of you expected. But, thatâs what happens when you start as friends. There are so many things you already know, so many things you donât have to ask, so many memories already embedded into your relationship. Things were good. It wasnât like they were perfect. There were little fights here and there, but nothing that felt that serious. Nothing that felt like a dealbreaker.Â
Itâs hard to admit, even to Wonwoo, that you saw Seungcheol as your forever. As someone you wouldnât let go of once you had him. He was your safe space without ever being boring. Your protector without ever being one of those toxic assholes. Your biggest cheerleader without being condescending. It was way too early in the relationship to be feeling like he was your forever, so you didnât ever say it to him, but you felt it. Felt it deep in your bones. He was also vulnerable with you in a way that he wasnât with anyone else. At least anyone else that youâd seen. The first time he just let you take care of him, let you see him as something other than someone strong and in control, it made you fall even more deeply for him. It didnât hurt that he nearly stopped your heart with how stupid hot he was. That gets a snort out of Wonwoo before you continue on.Â
Suddenly, everything changed. Seungcheol withdrew into himself and stopped confiding in you. He could always be a bit moody, a little deep in his feelings. Still, he would always talk to you about it. Would always share with you what he was feeling. Sometimes it was something so simple as you getting a little too much attention, which he didnât like. He could be a little jealous. It was something you worked on with him. Sometimes it was a conversation with a friend weighing heavily or something going wrong at work. No matter what, he always talked to you about it. Until he didnât. Until he just stopped saying much of anything. Until he got a bit secretive with everything in his life and you didnât really recognize him anymore. His phone was always turned over. Not fully paying attention to you when you were in group settings. Not making plans the way he used to.
âWhat did you do?â Wonwoo asks.Â
âI confronted him,â you say. Simple. It was so simple. âI told him it wasnât okay and that I deserved better. That we always got through things together and that we needed to get back to that.âÂ
âMature of you,â Wonwoo says.
âI thought so,â you say and take a steadying breath. âHe agreed, even. Told me that I did deserve better.â
âSo whatâŚâ Wonwoo asks, but trails off. Obviously confused.Â
âHe said that it was too much. That he couldnât give me the things I deserved. That I would be better off finding someone else who could,â you say and wipe away the stray tear.Â
âIâm so sorry, I didnât know,â Wonwoo says.Â
âI didnât want you to. I didnât want you to look at me like that,â you admit. âLike I was broken because someone didnât want to love me.â
âYouâre not broken,â Wonwoo insists softly, hand reaching out for one of yours. âYouâre one of the strongest people Iâve ever known. But itâs okay to admit when you need help. Or when you need a friend.â
âI know,â you sigh. âItâs just hard.â
âI know, but Iâm here,â Wonwoo assures you.Â
Saturday night finds Wonwoo and Seungcheol as the last two awake in the living room, finishing their drinks in relative silence. It used to be easy for Seungcheol, sitting with his friend like this. Yet, it hasnât been, not in the last year since he broke up with you. Not since Wonwoo made it clear that they were friends, but he was sticking by you no matter what. Not that Wonwooâs been cold or rude or anything. That would have made it easier, Seungcheol thinks. No, instead heâs been mostly the same. Still just as friendly and supportive. All it does is make him feel worse. Why canât Wonwoo just say whatâs really on his mind?
âHow was the lodge earlier?â Seungcheol asks.
âHmm?â Wonwoo asks, eyes seeming to come back into focus as they look over at him.
âThe lodge? You went over there earlier. I was just asking how it was,â Seungcheol repeats.
âOh, fine. We just ended up getting hot chocolate and talking. Kinda watched people coming and going from the trails,â Wonwoo says like it doesnât matter. Maybe it doesnât.Â
âAre you twoâŚare youâŚâ Seungcheol starts and stops the question several times.
âDating?â Wonwoo asks, taking pity on his friend. âNo. Sheâs been single sinceâŚâ
âI broke her heart?â Seungcheol supplies humorlessly.Â
âI wasnât going to say that.âÂ
âNo? It seems like someone spending that much time with her would say that.âÂ
Wonwoo regards him for a second, adjusts his glasses like heâs buying time to think. âWhat happened? With you and her, what happened?â
âIâm sure youâve already heard it from her.â The answer is short. Seungcheol doesnât want to play these games, not with someone thatâs so obviously close to you.
âIâm not asking to hear it from her. Iâm asking to hear it from you,â Wonwoo presses. Heâs insistent, but his eyes are soft. Itâs easy to wonder if itâs time to share.Â
âI got scared,â Seungcheol admits. âAnd jealous.âÂ
âOf what? Or of who?â Wonwoo asks. Seungcheol takes a long sip of his drink and grimaces a little. He isnât buzzed enough for this. Canât really believe heâs entertaining sharing in the first place. But, well, isnât this what heâs hoping for? Another chance?
âOf everything and everyone,â Seungcheol says. âShe was so kind, so patient, so good to me. Good for me. Just the best person Iâve ever known. I just thought that one day, sheâd wake up and sheâd realize that she deserved more than me.â
Wonwoo shakes his head. âWhy did you think that?âÂ
âI donât know,â Seungcheol admits. âI guess, well I know I can be difficult. That I get in my head a lot. I know sometimes itâs hard to talk about what Iâm feeling. She made a lot of that feel easier, which made me fall harder for her. But, then she makes a lot of people feel that way, doesnât she? Like sheâs the only one who will understand. I donât even think I was the only friend of ours that had feelings for her. I just, I donât know, it sounds so fucking dumb now, but I couldnât compete.âÂ
âIt wasnât a competition, Cheol,â Wonwoo says.
âI know that,â Seungcheol insists.
Wonwoo fixes him with a stare. âDo you? Sheâs a lot of things, maybe a lot that make people interested in her. But, she chose you. She chose you and kept choosing you, every chance she got. I donât think that ever wouldâve changed.âÂ
âDo you want me to feel worse?â Seungcheol asks, voice rising a bit. âI already told her that I would go back and change things if I could, but I canât.âÂ
âDo you still love her?â Wonwoo asks, voice so quiet. Yet, it carries all the same.
âOf course I do,â Seungcheol says.
âThen figure out a way to tell her,â Wonwoo replies.
âItâs not that easy,â Seungcheol says. âAnd arenât you supposed to be telling me to leave her alone? As her friend?âÂ
Wonwoo rises from his seat. âIt can be that easy, if you stop being your own worst enemy. And Iâm your friend, too. It doesnât seem like the chapter is really over for either of you yet.âÂ
Seungcheol sits and considers what his friend shared. Wonders if there might be something there. He barely registers as Wonwoo says goodnight and calls a goodnight in response. Then, heâs left with his thoughts again. Should he say something? Can he bring himself to say something? Or will you just shut it down again?
New Year's Eve brings a snowstorm with it that has your group of friends deciding itâs best to just stay in the cabins instead of venturing out to the party theyâre having at the lodge. Thereâs plenty of you for a party, plenty of food, and plenty of warmth, especially close to the fire. The snow falls lightly outside the windows, blanketing everything around with a fresh layer of powdery flakes. Itâs not supposed to get truly heavy until much later in the evening. So, you can just get dressed up and have a party with everyone thatâs familiar to you. No worrying about mixing with strangers and how theyâll impact the party.
When you and Mingyu go into the kitchen to take stock of what you have and plan out the food for the day, you realize that maybe you donât have everything that you need after all. You could actually use more food and you definitely could use some champagne to toast with. It makes sense, though, you planned to go into the lodge to ring in the new year. Your smile when Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Joshua offer to go out and do a run is immediate and wide. You hand over a list of what you need (well, you text it to all three of them just to cover your bases) and theyâre off into town. That lets you turn back to the kitchen, where Mingyu and Mimi are starting on an appetizer. Youâre trying to figure out what you can work on when someone clears their throat. Your heart skips a little when you look up.
âCould I talk to you for a minute?â Seungcheol asks you, face more open than youâve seen in a while.
It makes your mouth go dry. How are you supposed to turn him down when heâs asking in front of everyone like this? Like itâs just a totally normal thing to ask? All you can do is nod and avoid looking at anyone else around you. Just nod and follow him into a smaller side room off the main living area.Â
âThanks,â he says when they stop walking.
âWhat was I supposed to do? Make a scene?â you ask.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât know how else to ask you to talk,â he admits.
âI heard you,â you say, cutting across his words. He looks confused. âLast night? I heard you talking to Wonwoo. I left my charger in here and came back to get it.âÂ
âOh,â is all he says.
âOh?â you repeat.
âI wanted to actually tell you, not have you overhear me talking through things with someone else,â he says, mouth turned down like heâs upset.
âThen you should have just talked to me,â you press.
âI couldnât! You wonât talk to me,â he says defensively.
âNot this weekend. A year ago, when it all happened,â you say quietly.
âI know,â he says. You expect him to look annoyed or defeated, but he only looks sincere. âI knew the moment you walked out that I fucked up and Iâm so sorry. Iâve tried a hundred times since then to just talk to you, but the words never felt right.âÂ
âCheol,â you plead. Youâve been waiting a year to hear this. Except, you finally feel like youâre starting to move past it all and this is only making it confusing.Â
âJust, you donât have to say anything, I just want you to hear me out,â Seungcheol pleads. âI know I have absolutely no right to ask you that, but Iâm asking anyway.â
âOkay,â you say, barely above a whisper.
âI fucked up. I knew I did when you walked out, but it took me a while to realize just how bad. I didnât just drive a partner away, I drove someone away that got through all my walls in a way nobody else ever has. I drove away the person that made me feel comfortable, that supported me even when I was being an idiot, that constantly showed up for me. I was afraid that I didnât deserve you and always jealous of everyone else that paid attention to you. I thought one day you were gonna wake up and realize that there were better people out there that were less, I donât know, emotionally closed off. I didnât realize until way too late that you knew exactly what you brought to the table and what you deserved, but you picked me. I didnât realize that itâs the only thing I ever needed, was you seeing all of me and picking me anyway,â Seungcheol says.Â
âI donât, thatâsâŚâ you trail off and shake your head to clear it. Youâre trying to find the words when Nayeon pokes her head in.
âHey, Iâm so sorry to butt in, but Mimi just kicked me out of the kitchen. I was only offering because Mingyu said he needed help,â Nayeon says. âI think they need you.â
âOh, um,â you start, kind of like a deer in headlights.
âYou should go help him. I donât want everyone hating me for keeping you from helping Mingyu,â Seungcheol says with a light chuckle at complete odds with the situation.Â
âThank you,â Nayeon says with a smile as she grabs your arm to whisk you away.
âDoes Mingyu actually need me?â you ask.
âHuh? Yeah, he does,â Nayeon laughs. âI wasnât trying to save you, youâre good enough at that on your own.â
âI donât buy that,â you say, pulling both of you to a halt. Nayeon rolls her eyes.
âFine, maybe I heard what he said to Wonwoo last night from Joshua and maybe I want you to at least consider what he has to say,â Nayeon admits. âI liked you together, sue me.â
âI just might,â you grumble, heading off to help Mingyu in the kitchen without Nayeon in tow.
After dinner, you and Mingyu insist that youâre not getting anything, for anyone, for the rest of the night. And probably into tomorrow. Mimi got distracted part way through and disappeared for entirely too long with Jihoon. Which would be fine, but there were a lot of people to cook for and you needed all the help you could get. Joshua popped in and out, thankfully, but it was still tiring. The perk has been that you actually havenât had to lift a finger since. Your drink stays full and someone is always willing to get you something to eat. That lets you settle in to play a game with the group.
The TV in the background steadily counts down as it gets closer to midnight. Occasionally, the performance draws your attention to watch. Mostly, youâre just drinking entirely too much. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your brain, you know that youâre just trying to avoid thinking about everything Seungcheol said. Or trying to avoid thinking how good he looks tonight. Itâs hard to stop yourself from lingering on the way his shirt clings to his chest. Has he been working out even more? Or the way his pants stretch tight across his thighs. Not for the first time, you shake your head to clear it, recross your legs, and focus on whatever game it is youâre playing. Ignore the look Wonwoo gives you from his place next to you. He certainly hasnât missed your looks. (And nobody else really has, either, except for Jun. But, thatâs just Jun for you.)
Everyone sets aside the games when it gets closer to midnight, milling around with varying amounts of energy instead of sitting still. You realize, even with any awkwardness from Seungcheol being there, you canât think of anyone else youâd rather ring in a new year with. Surrounded by all of your favorite people, what else could anyone ask for? Well, except maybe a New Yearâs kiss. As if on cue, your glance drifts over to Seungcheol. Itâs a little surprising to find heâs already looking at you, smiling softly. It sends a surge of emotion through you to think of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. When you turn away to take a sip of your drink, you find itâs empty. With midnight rapidly approaching, you really need a refill on the champagne. Youâre about to go do that when a voice breaks into your thoughts.
âHere,â he says.
You turn to look at Seungcheol, now very firmly in your space, holding out a new glass of champagne. âThanks.â
âI just noticed you were almost empty and figured youâd want it,â he offers.
âYeah, I should make sure this one lasts,â you chuckle out.
The host on TV announces that thereâs only a minute left. Everyone around you starts talking excitedly or getting closer to their partners, if they have them. Jokingly, you told Wonwoo that he would be your New Yearâs kiss. Now, thatâs the last thing on your mind. Seungcheol hovers close by. When you look over at him, though, his eyes are on the TV, counting down along with the host when it gets to ten seconds.
âHAPPY NEW YEAR!âÂ
Everyone shouts together and starts clinking glasses. Hugging their friends or kissing their partners. Your body makes the decision for you when you turn to the man next to you and cheers his glass. As he starts to turn away, you grab his arm and pull him into you. Press your lips against his before either of you can figure out whatâs happening. He recovers from his surprise quickly and wraps his free arm around your waist to pull you against his chest. Itâs familiar and also somehow completely new at the same time.Â
Breathless. Thatâs what you feel when you pull away and cheers with other friends. You throw your arms around Nayeon and press a kiss to Wonwooâs cheek. Pointedly ignore any looks or raised eyebrows about your decision to kiss your ex in a room full of all your friends. Itâs fine. Everyone is doing fine. Youâre definitely thankful that someone suggests a game and you can all go back to celebrating without talking about the elephant in the room. A very different elephant than when you first got to the cabins.Â
Thereâs another massive difference, too. Instead of sitting on the fringes or carefully leaving space, Seungcheol plops down right next to you. Lets his arm rest along the back of the couch. His arm isnât around you, but it could be with the slightest adjustment. Several of your friends look at you with the question in their eyes. You avoid all of them, like the true adult you are, and focus, instead, on the warmth of Seungcheolâs thigh when it presses into yours. Actually, you avoid drinking any more, either. The whole night has been a little confusing (read: a lot confusing) and you donât need an alcohol haze adding to that. It doesnât escape your notice that he stops drinking as well.Â
When you start to get a little tired, you excuse yourself to the kitchen, claiming you need a snack and donât know what you want. A minute later, Seungcheol appears on the other side of the island. Leaning casually against it like itâs the most normal thing in the world. Like he hasnât sent your entire world into a spiral. Like heâs not still one of the hottest people youâve ever seen in your life.
âSo, uh, I donât wanna assume anythingâŚâ he starts and you hold up a hand.
âIâm going to excuse myself in a minute to go to bed. Give it a few minutes and then come to my room,â you say, walking around him without waiting for a response.Â
When you tell the group that youâre going to turn in for the night, you do your best not to meet anyoneâs eyes. Youâre not naive enough to think youâre fooling anyone. Not that you even want to. Itâs just, well, you want this time to figure out whatâs happening. Itâs a little hard to do that when you know everyoneâs eyes are on the two of you. Thereâs the tiniest bit of you holding onto the hope that you can pass it off as you being overwhelmed by the kiss at midnight. Like you didnât just tell him to meet you in your room.
Back in your room, you shrug off your jacket and sit down on the bed. The seconds seem to drag by waiting for him to show up. For a second, you wonder if heâs actually going to show up at all. You stop those thoughts in their tracks. He had a lot to say and he kissed you back. Then, he spent the rest of the night pressed up close to you. Heâs going to show up. Before you can spiral further, thereâs a knock at the door. Youâre halfway to the door when it opens a crack and Seungcheol peeks his head inside.Â
âCan I come in?â he asks, looking unsure for the first time since before you kissed him.Â
âI did ask you to come to my room,â you joke.
âI was a little surprised,â he admits.
âMe too,â you agree.Â
He shuts the door behind him, allowing you to really look at him for the first time all weekend. To take in his appearance, as he removes his jacket, without any other eyes on your. Or anyone analyzing the interaction. To just appreciate the man you fell in love with. His hair is a little shaggy and blond, a color you donât remember seeing on him before. He catches you looking, but instead of a smirk, thereâs only a smile. Hopeful and genuine. Itâs a little overwhelming to have him in your space. To know you need to talk. To know thereâs so much to work through.
Instead, in the only move you can think of, you close the distance, wrapping your arms around his middle. He doesnât even miss a beat. Just wraps his arms around you, erasing any last bit of space between you. It feels calm, familiar. Like no time has passed. Like youâre not different people now. He kisses the top of your head, so soft you think it might shatter any resolve you have left.Â
âIâm sorry I kissed you in front of everyone without talking to you,â you mumble into his shirt.
âIâm not,â he quickly reassures you.
âI really fucking want to kiss you again,â you admit, still talking into his shirt rather than looking at him.
âThen,â he starts, moving a hand to tilt your chin up, âwhat are you waiting for?âÂ
âWe probably should talk,â you say.
âYouâre right,â he sighs.
Except, do you really want to talk right now? Do you really want to stop yourself from kissing him again? You stopped drinking so your head would be clear enough to make this decision. Youâre just a little sick of overthinking everything this weekend. Sensing the indecision, Seungcheol presses a feather light kiss to your lips. Enough to make the decision, while also being light enough that you could easily pull away.Â
You do, just for a second. âFuck it, letâs talk tomorrow.âÂ
Your lips crash back against Seungcheolâs, hungry and desperate, arms wrapped around his neck. It makes him tilt down a little so that you can press against him. Thereâs no hesitation on his end, either. You find yourself wondering if he was always this good at kissing or if heâs gotten better since you broke up. Or maybe it just means more the second time around. When he picks you up, you gasp into the kiss. Wrap your legs around his waist to feel a little steadier. Not that you think he would ever let you fall. Itâs easier than you expected to fall back into this kind of trust with him.Â
Itâs like you both want to go fast, yet also take your time. Seungcheol deposits you on the bed, then takes his time removing your shoes. Toes his off a little more quickly. You go to remove some of your layers, only to have his hands stop you. Heâs so slow, removing the sheer top with painstaking care. Kissing along your skin as he exposes it. The amount of attention makes you squirm. Youâre prepared for something quick and dirty. Something more like a one-night stand. Youâre not prepared for him to worship your body as he exposes more of your skin. Part of you feels really exposed, because heâs still fully dressed, as he carefully unhooks your bra. The way he looks at you, like youâre the only person in the world heâs ever wanted, makes your heart ache. Makes you second guess if this is right.Â
âWe can stop. We donât have to do this,â he whispers into your skin.Â
You grab his face so that you can look him in the eyes. Thereâs something in you that just needs to gauge him for a minute. Needs to really know what decision youâre making. Thereâs so much love there, so many unspoken words, so much sincerity. Maybe youâre not over him at all. Maybe he meant everything he said.
âNo, I want this. Want you,â you assure him.Â
His eyes sparkle a little. Thereâs no time to dwell on it, though. His mouth is on your skin again. Kissing the spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy. Kissing the beauty mark on your shoulder. Kissing across your collarbone. When he works his way down to your nipples, heâs not being so soft anymore. He pinches one between his fingers without warning.
âFuck, Cheol,â you hiss.Â
âToo much?â he asks. You donât need to look at him to know heâs smirking, but you do anyway. That knowing smirk sends desire coursing through you.
âYouâre such a little shit,â you whine.Â
He pinches the same nipple again. Watches you as he flicks his tongue over the other. Actually smiles when you arch into his mouth. âYou donât seem to mind it.âÂ
You wind your hand into his hair in response, pull a little harder than normal. He groans against your breast, sending a little vibration into your skin. âYou donât seem to mind a little pain, either.âÂ
Thereâs no answer. Not that you need it. One of his hands moves down your body, mouth still focusing on your chest, until he gets to your thigh. Your skirt is bunching up around hips from squirming on the bed. âHow much do you like these tights?â
You look down at the sparkly tights you bought just for the party. That youâll probably never wear again. âI mean, theyâve got sparkles. Wasnât planning to wear them again.âÂ
âGood,â he says.Â
Youâre expecting him to rip them on the spot. Instead, he returns his mouth to yours, kissing you hard, and lets a finger run over your entrance, through both tights and underwear. Itâs not enough. Thereâs entirely too much fabric in the way. Heâs teasing you, he has to be. Thereâs no other reason that explains this kind of torture.Â
âJesus, Cheol, please,â you beg.Â
âWhat are you trying to do to me?â he groans. Seems like he still likes it when you beg for something.
In either case, he carefully rips a hole in your tights, too focused on you to figure out pulling them down. Seemingly in one motion, your underwear is pushed to the side and heâs got a finger running up your entrance. Feeling that youâre turned on from the way heâs been kissing all over your body. Thankfully, you donât have to beg again. At least, not yet. He presses his fingers at your mouth and you suck them in eagerly. Swirl your tongue around them. He almost looks reluctant when he withdraws them to press one inside your cunt.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet for me,â he groans.Â
âForgot how good your fingers felt,â you answer, squirming underneath him.
âBet I could make you come just on my fingers,â he says as he adds a second one.
âFuck,â you draw out. Heâs not being gentle with you anymore. âThen you donât get to taste me. And we both know how much you love that.â
He leans in closer, youâre assuming to kiss you. Instead, his lips find your ear. âWho says I canât do both?âÂ
You bite down on your fist to keep from screaming out when he thrusts faster. Try your best to hold on when his thumb brushes over your clit. All you want is to prove him wrong. Prove that you can hold on and that youâre not putty in his hands. Except, your body remembers. It remembers just how good he makes you feel. Remembers how well he knows what makes you crazy. Nobody has ever known your body like him. And itâs a little annoying. With his fingers inside you, itâs easy to realize that nobody feels as good as him. You could never get yourself off like he could.
Itâs an embarrassingly short time before youâre coming on his fingers, fighting not to scream out. Trying anything you can not to make it more obvious just why you decided it was time to head to bed. Seungcheol guides you through the high as you fall back into the bed, sinking deeper into the mattress. After a moment, you prop yourself up to watch him remove his shirt. Youâre no longer the only one thatâs overexposed. Then again, you donât feel exposed being half naked around him. It only feels comfortable. Once he removes his shirt, he moves back to your body. Actually takes the time to remove your tights and underwear now. His breath ghosts across your cunt. That action alone is enough to send a little shiver through your body. Youâre definitely sensitive.Â
Seungcheol positions himself between your legs and looks up when you suck in a breath. âAre you okay, sweetheart?â
Heâs so pretty like this. Youâve always thought that. Pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking up at you from underneath his lashes like heâs never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. So caring. The little bit of caution you get from him in the middle of him ruining you. You clear your throat to remember he asked you a question. âYes, Cheol. With you, always.âÂ
Itâs immediately more honest than either of you are expecting. Instead of breaking the moment, though, it seems to spur him on. The kind smile dissipates into something much more confident. He spreads you open and looks up for a last time before his tongue licks a strip up your entrance. It doesnât matter how long itâs been since the last time he was between your legs, your entire body remembers. Itâs like muscle memory. The way your back arches. The way your hand knots in his hair. The way the praises fall from your lips. Youâre sensitive. So fucking sensitive. And he knows. Itâs always been one of his favorite things with you. Pushing you to the edge and then over again.
âGod, I forgot how fucking good you taste,â he says when he takes a breath.Â
âWell maybe, fuckkkk,â you start before cutting out.Â
For once, heâs not a demon. He doesnât ask what you were about to stay. Just keeps alternating between fucking his tongue into you and sucking your clit into his mouth. Itâs too much and not enough all at once. Your entire body feels like itâs on fire. When his nose bumps against your clit as heâs buried deep in your pussy, you lose it again. Come all over his tongue and his face. Come harder than you remember coming in a really long time. If he notices, he doesnât say anything.Â
By the time the last shock works through your body, heâs laying next to you on the bed. You canât help it. You have to lean over and kiss him. Want to taste yourself on his lips. Itâs almost like you need that to know this is all real. That itâs all happening and itâs not just some weird, horny dream. (Itâs not like that would be a first, either. Youâll never admit it, but youâve thought a lot about him since you broke up. Especially when you were horny and needed a release. Thatâs your business, though.)
âFuck, Cheol,â you utter when you pull away from the kiss.
âIâve missed hearing my name on your lips,â he admits. âSpecially when you call me Cheol.âÂ
âIâve missed saying it,â you share, equally honest.Â
Youâre a little weak already. Itâs hard to imagine what tomorrow is going to be like. But, you move down the bed anyway. Seungcheol tracks you with his eyes as you position to undo his pants. He moves his hips up to help you pull both his pants and briefs down. His stare as you pull your skirt down and discard it at the side of the bed is almost possessive. It sends something through your body.Â
Itâs your turn to remind him that heâs not the only one who remembers. You also remember just what drives him crazy and just how to get him going. You remember every place he likes to be kissed. So, you start there. Run your lips along every part of his body, like youâre committing him to memory again. As if you could ever forget anything about him. You delight in the sounds you pull from him just with your kisses. Maybe he knows, though, that youâre working your way down.Â
âSo hard just from getting me off,â you comment.Â
âBecause I know that nobody can make you come like I can and itâs fucking hot,â he answers.
Itâs the same answer heâs always given and something about the familiarity makes you bolder. Even though you know thereâs a conversation for tomorrow, it feels like the easiest thing youâve ever done. You take his dick in your hand, run a finger over the tip and feel a little bit of the precum there. When you lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft, he shudders. Closes his eyes for a second before they snap back open to watch you. Heâs always been like this. Always wanting to watch. This time is no different as you slowly take him into your mouth. You know he wants to fuck into your face, know youâd let him. But, youâre thankful he doesnât. Even if you remember, heâs still big and thick inside your mouth. You need the time to get used to him. Once you do, though, you start to bob. Slowly, at first, before you let him take control. Relax your throat and let him find purchase in your hair. Encourage him to jerk his hips up as you keep your eyes on him as much as possible. You know how much it drives him crazy, even as the tears form and you gag a littleÂ
âFuck,â Seungcheol utters.Â
He pulls you off his cock and up to his face so that he can kiss you. This is your favorite version of him. When heâs needy and desperate and completely putty in your hands. Like he canât possibly imagine being anywhere that you arenât. Itâs when you know that youâre not crazy, that heâs just as far gone for you as you are for him.Â
âI really need to fuck you,â he says. His lips are swollen from kissing you and his pupils are completely blown. âFuck, I donât have a condom on me.âÂ
âItâs fine, Iâm still on the pill and I havenât been with anyone since you,â you say.Â
That seems to catch him off guard. âYou havenât?â
âNo,â you answer.
âI havenât either,â he admits.
âThen, weâre fine. I trust you,â you tell him.Â
âThank god, I really miss being inside you,â he breathes out.
âThink you just miss me,â you grumble as you reposition to straddle his lap.
âYou and that smartass mouth of yours,â he retorts.
âIâm about to ride you, Seungcheol, and you just fucked my smartass mouth. So, maybe, pipe down,â you warn him.
This has always been your dynamic, swapping back and forth for whoâs in control. As much as he says he likes control, you know he likes giving it up to you just as much. You know that he hasnât ever let anyone else be in control apart from you. He looks up at you as you position yourself over him. There was a time when you hated this position. Felt really self conscious about how you must look from this angle. The second you admitted it to him, he was quick with his praise. Assuring you that youâre beautiful to him and thereâs nothing to worry about.
He stops you before you lower yourself onto him. Puts his fingers in your mouth again and you obey without a second thought. Then, he runs his fingers along your entrance. Slides a finger in before quickly adding a second. Itâs an awkward angle, but you get what heâs trying to do. Appreciate that he wants to make sure youâre at least a little prepped. When he pulls his fingers out, youâre only a little embarrassed at the moan that slips through your lips. If you completely ignore the smirk that he throws your way, well, who can blame you? The smirk is gone a second later when you finally lower yourself onto him.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he groans.Â
You know him so well. You know his instinct is to buck his hips up into you. You know itâs hard for him to let you adjust. But, you also know that he wants to be gentle, even if itâs just for a moment.Â
âI forgot how good you felt, jesus fuck,â you moan out.Â
âPlease, I need to feel you move,â he begs. Itâs nice, when heâs the one to beg for something.
And who are you to deny him anything he asks for when he sounds so pretty asking? You do move, entirely too slowly. You need to find your rhythm, though. Need to find some place to anchor your hands. They settle on his chest, at first, and you actually canât believe how much muscle he has there. Heâs always liked to work out. Always wanted to be in shape. This is even more than that. Youâre still appreciating the way his chest feels when he grabs one of your hands. Without a word, he moves it to his neck.
âAre you sure?â you ask.
He nods. Itâs been awhile since you choked him, even lightly, but it turns you on. Itâs easy to see that it turns him on, too. As you apply a little bit of pressure, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. You do everything that you can to pick up the pace. To move faster on top of him. It doesnât take very long until heâs planting his feet so that he can set the pace. He takes over the rhythm and it gets a lot harder. Bodies slapping together with each movement.
âFuck, Cheol,â you say, trying not to scream.Â
You move your hand from his neck so that you have a better grip. Heâs moving too fast for you to feel comfortable that you wonât press too hard into his neck. Itâs insane, you know that itâs insane, but you already feel like youâre getting close again. You start to clench around Seungcheol, making the stretch feel that much more intense.Â
âFuck, baby, Iâm gonna come if you do that,â he groans.Â
âThen do it,â you force out. âWanna feel it inside me.â
âJesus,â he groans.Â
Everything happens so fast. You can feel him everywhere and your body is on fire. Heâs still fucking hard into you, but heâs also rubbing your clit. Helping you get there with him. Somehow, he doesnât seem to realize youâre already on the verge of your third orgasm. Oversensitive and overstimulated. Your body starts to shake and itâs hard to keep yourself upright on top of him.Â
âFuck, Cheol, Iâm coming,â you hiss out.Â
âIâm about to come too, fuck,â he answers.Â
His thrusts get a lot more erratic and you feel him let loose inside you. You feel the way he moves to try and support you even while heâs working through his own release. When he stills, you collapse forward onto his chest. Breaths shallow and heavy. Your whole bodyâs exhausted, yet so happy at the same time. Carefully, you pull yourself off him. Youâre sure a little bit of cum slides out with the loss of his cock inside you. Not that you care.Â
Itâs several minutes of silence. Seungcheol lays on his back and youâre on your side next to him. It might be a mark of how much he really did miss you that he doesnât flinch when you start tracing patterns onto his stomach. Itâs not like you just stop being ticklish. Eventually, you realize you need to get up. The last thing you want is to go to bed crusty.Â
âCome on, I got lucky and I have an attached bathroom,â you say when you get up off the bed. You reach a hand to him and smile when he takes it without question.Â
Itâs quiet again as you help clean each other up. A comfortable kind of quiet. The way it used to be. This is another favorite of yours with him. Aftercare has always been his thing. No matter how rough he is with you in bed, heâs impossibly gentle when he cleans you up. It makes your heart ache a little because youâre so fond. Itâs a weird mix of feelings.
âWe should sleep in my room tonight,â he says.Â
âWeâre already here,â you point out.Â
âWith sheets that are probably soaked,â he teases back.Â
âWhat are the chances we can get to your room without being seen?â you wonder.Â
He shrugs. âItâs late. Probably better than the chances nobody heard us.âÂ
Your cheeks flush a little. Sure, you definitely tried to be quiet. Youâll have to wait until the morning to see if you succeeded.Â
âCome on, my room has a door to the outside,â he says.Â
So, you follow. You put your layers back on and grab something to sleep in. And you donât actually see anyone before youâre safely tucked away in his room. That night, falling asleep tangled up in Seungcheol, is the best night of sleep youâve gotten in a long time.Â
Morning comes and brings with it the need for an actual conversation. As you stretch in bed, you appreciate the soreness in your body with a smile. Anything youâre feeling now is surely worth it. That is, until you realize youâre in bed alone. Dread creeps in. Could last night really have meant something different to Seungcheol than it did to you? Did you just make a massive mistake? Youâre starting to wonder if youâre only going to break your own heart this time, with nobody else to blame, when the bedroom door opens. Seungcheol steps inside with a thermos and a bag that looks like it might have some of the pastries Wonwoo brought back from the store yesterday.
âYouâre awake,â he says with a smile. He sets down the thermos and removes his jacket to hang it up.Â
âI was worried youâd left,â you admit when he finishes taking off his shoes and sits next to you. His face looks hurt for a second before it settles.Â
âNo, I just went to get coffee and figure out what we were walking into before you got up,â he says.Â
âAnd?â you prompt.Â
He pulls out a pastry and hands it over. âNayeon asked where I slept last night and if I knew where you were. I donât think she heard anything, but who knows with her? Wonwoo wasnât in the main area, so I donât know. They said they all knew I was following you, though.â
âGuess we canât really avoid it,â you joke.Â
Youâre expecting him to smile, too. Instead, his face is serious. âDo you want to? Avoid it, I mean.â
It makes you serious. Maybe a little too honest. âI donât want to get hurt again.â
âI donât expect you to believe me, not right away, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you,â he says and takes your hands in his. âIf you give me another chance, Iâm never letting you walk away from me again. Iâll prove that Iâm worth everything you give me.â
âYouâve always been worth it, Cheol,â you tell him.Â
âI realize that now,â he agrees. âI also realize itâs up to you to know what you deserve and what you want. That wasnât ever my decision to make and Iâm really sorry for doing that to you.â
âIt hurt, for sure, but not having you around hurts so much worse,â you admit. Itâs hard to meet his eyes, even though you know youâre safe.Â
âIt hurts so fucking bad. I hate it. Last year was the worst year of my life,â he says.Â
âYou got a massive promotion, though! Wonwoo told me,â you say.Â
âThis is going to sound so cheesy, but Iâm done caring. That promotion didnât mean shit without you being there to share it with,â he shares with you.Â
âI guess weâll have to celebrate it this year,â you say.Â
His face lights up. âReally?â
âI want to give us another chance. I donât think either of us are over it,â you acknowledge. âLast night aside, I want to take it slow. I want to take our time instead of rushing in like we did the first time around. I want to get it right this time.â
He nods immediately. âWe can go as slow as you want. I mean it. Iâm not letting you go again.â
âGood, because I donât think we should wait to see if the third timeâs the charm,â you joke.Â
âIâm glad I came this year,â he says as he grabs the thermos.Â
âMe too,â you agree.Â
Itâs funny, you think, how someone can feel so familiar and yet so new at the same time. Seungcheol feels like home, like your favorite sweater, or like curling up with a book by the fire in winter. But, he feels entirely new, too. Like maybe you both changed over the past year. Maybe you both grew into the people you needed to be to love each other better. To love each other right. Later, youâll have to break the bubble and face your friends. Right now, though, you can just appreciate that this silly little cabin trip brought you peace.Â
this was a lot of fun to write and i hope you liked it đ
#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol smut#seventeen x reader#seventeen smut#scoups smut#scoups x reader#seungcheol x you#scoups x you#seungcheol imagines#seungcheol scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#scoups imagines#scoups scenarios#kvanity#kchristmas#svthub#ksmutsociety#seungcheol angst#seungcheol fluff#scoups angst#scoups fluff#jess: fic post
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â BEST LIFE
pairings: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader (past), harvey specter x fem!juniorpartner!reader (present)
summary: youâd once been apart of the bau team, but after a situation and a falling out with your boyfriend you moved on. what happens when the bau needs your help on a case, which your boyfriend harvey is also assisting on?
warnings: angsty, asshole harvey cause duh, jealousy (spencer) kisses, cute harvey
wordcount: 1.7k
a/n: this literally sprouted in my mind and i just needed to write it lmao, if you havenât watched suits or criminal minds go right nowâźď¸ theyâre both my husbands đ
when jessica had called you into her office, youâd been calm. apparently one of your cases, which had you and harvey working together, was now of fbi interest. your client was currently suing a company for faulty wiring in his home, which caused it to burn down. and it was apparently not the case at all, the home was suspected to be tied into a serial arsonist.
what you didnât expect was for your client to be accused of being the arsonist.
âyouâre sitting here,â
âuh-huh.â
âtelling me,â
âyup.â
âthat iâm supposed to believe that richard jeena, the fifty three year old little man, is a serial arsonist?â
you shut the file infront of you, meeting harveyâs eye, âsweetheart?â he uncrossed his legs, leaning forwards with a sweet smile, âyes?â you leaned forwards as well, âthat, is exactly what iâm telling you.â harvey leaned back into his chair, disbelief riddling his face.
âand the fbi is flying here?â you nodded along, âfbi agents?â you nodded again, âprobably field agents or whatever theyâre called. theyâll sit in on the trial, survey the scenes, collect evidence and all.â the familiar clicking of donnaâs heels brought a smile to your face, âprofilers.â
your heart dropped with one word, âwhatâd you say?â donna made her way to the two of you, plopping herself down in the chair next to you, âitâs those fbi profilers. yknow, they look at the room and can tell you if heâs left or right handed, blonde, mommy issues and all. nice little packaged criminal profile in seconds.â you couldnât help correcting her, having dealt with your fair share of assumptions in your years as a profiler.
âthatâs not how it works,â harvey swiveled in his chair as donna looked your way, âoh?â harvey smirked as you sighed, âthatâs not how it works, we donât just walk into a room and have it speak to us. we survey the place, fresh eyes and open minds. we look for the things that everyone else seems to miss. we put ourselves in the minds of the criminals themselves, to get a better understanding of them, why they did it and all. you work your way back, start from the victim maybe, see where theyâve been, what they did in the last week, who they talk to. sometimes the killers in their personal circle but not always. every case is different, we try our best to provide an accurate, unbiased profile.â
âi want to take you on my desk, right now.â you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends words as donna stared intently, âwe. you said âweâ, as if you know what they do and their job. oh my god, you use to be one. thatâs the job you had before coming here! you have a degree in criminal justice, and you said your last job you were at for what, seven years?â
âi graduated high school early, entered harvard at a young age, graduated, entered the fbi at the same time as aâ friend. was also studying law, sat the exam in new york since itâs where i wanted to be. finished up at harvard, i was mid to late twenties when i left, wound up here and am now a junior partner, capiche?â
âcould just say your age.â mike stood by the door with a wad of files in his hand, âiâd rather die, mike.â harvey laughed, âplease donât incentivise my lovely girlfriend to killing herself mike.â
âas nice as it is to see you all bonding, and trust me, it hits me right in the heart, jessica wants yourself and y/n in the conference room.â louis spoke from the door as you stood up, âfirst of all, trust with you is fickle, second, tell it to hit you in the face next time lou.â you smacked harveyâs arm as he held his arms up, âfriendly fire, iâll put it out later.â you shoved him by his back before smiling at louis, âiâm sorry about him, heâs not a big fan of the fbi.â louis nodded as he followed you, âduly noted.â
âsheâs right, damn pigs.â harvey joked as you approached the conference room, âyour highness,â you grinned, âyou never treat me so nicely when weâre at home harvey.â he held his hand over his heart, ânow donât lie sweetheart, iâm as nice as mike.â the snort that left your lips had harvey doubling over, âoh please, nice as mike? you wish.â
your giggles were drained from your throat as you stared at half of your old team.
derek morgan, emily prentiss, penelope garcia & spencer reid. the last name, and face youâd still not looked at yet. thankfully, harvey noticed your tenseness, ây/n? sweetheart, you alright?â there it was, that word, sweetheart. spencer couldnât help but wonder, was it just a word? you always use to call him it, before you dated, teasing of course.
âyeah, iâm fine harv.â he nodded, even if he didnât believe you he could always ask later on. pulling out his and yours chairs, you sat next to one another. âharvey specter & y/n l/n?â emily questioned as you nodded, âthe one and only. and then thereâs y/n.â harvey leaned back in his chair, whilst derek stared him down.
what an ass. is what he wanted to say, it was also what he assumed emily was thinking. âemily.â she glanced over at you, surprised at you using her name, âitâs nice to see you all. howâve you been?â and the bewildered expression was wiped clean off your face, no remnant left. you were a damn lawyer, if there was one thing youâd learned, it was to keep a straight face.
penelope smiled, âweâve been good, y/n. but we miss you, back home. youâre a lawyer now huh?â you grinned, âthe one and only.â harvey squeezed your hand, you squeezed back. âyoungest junior partner, ever. my dream. just hoping to make it to senior partner soon, take the title of youngest out from under this guy. iâm happy here, i hope you are too. but down to business.â
and for the next few hours, youâd sat and listened. overlooking the case files, giving statements, reviewing security footage from surrounding houses. at some point mike ended up in the room, having met with your client and being harveyâs associate.
youâd had the pleasure of introducing spencer and mike, the two undeniably similar. you felt comfortable, even betting with penelope that if they touched the world would implode.
âand how much would he loose?â
â127,478.23.â mike and spencer rushed out as the rest of you fought to suppress your smiles, âwell y/n, seems like weâve got a genius-off.â derek laughed as the two men looked towards you, âdonât worry iâll still love you mike.â mike scoffed at your words, âwhat makes you think iâd loose?â
âbecause i know you, and i know reid. trust me, youâd loose.â
reid. not spencer, spence, sweetheart. none of the above, youâd used his last name. as if he was nothing more than a colleague.
âokay, weâve been here for far too long. and as much as iâd like to sit here and slowly rot, iâd rather do that at the restaurant i have booked for dinner with two lovely ladies. y/n and i have a trial date tomorrow, 8.00am. i think, we bring him along, show him whatâs to happen if he doesnât confess, than toast victory champagne when said confession rolls through. howâs that sound?â if derekâs grin was any indicator, besides a big fat yes?
spencer wanted to puke, âlovely ladies?â multiple women? this man was insufferable. you gathered yourself and harveyâs files, a hand gestured towards you, the last file in said hand. âthanks reid.â he smiled, âno problem-o.â your eyebrows furrowed, ânever change do you?â spencer didnât have time to respond, his brain was too busy blowing a fuse as harvey opened the door for you. âready for dinner lovely lady?â they all heard harvey ask as you nodded, the four watched as you walked out, his hand on your back as he pecked you on the lips.
âreid, you alright?â derekâs hand rested on his shoulder, âiâm fine, why wouldnât i be fine? donât we have places to be? hotch would want to know their on our side, that they reviewed all the information. theyâll help us get a confession out of him.â derek sighed, âbecause you just saw your ex, who you havenât seen in years. the one you never got over, happily living in new york as comfortable as possible. a successful business woman and lawyer, happily in a relationship.â
spencer shook his head, âyou donât know that.â emily directed a sympathetic smile his way, âwe sat with them for three hours. we watched them laugh, bounce off of eachother for theories, quite literally finish eachothers sentences. order food for eachother without asking, and get their meals right. they held hands when they could, he continued to call her sweetheart. and now theyâre going out to dinner.â
spencerâs shoulder dropped, they were right. heâd come here excited at the possibility of seeing you again, talking to you. maybe even beginning again with you. instead, youâre apparently with some suited up asshole. he was annoyingly sweet when it came to you though.
as if the whole three hours werenât a slap in the face, harveyâs voice rung out through the hallway, âthereâs my lovely lady!â rachel, who theyâd all met earlier on, was currently guiding a young girl to harveyâs arms. âdaddy!â if hearts were boats, than his was sinking. he may have had a chance beforehand, but now?
âis mommy here?â your daughter was currently situated on harveyâs hip, âwhy donât you hug her and find out?â your arms were out in the open as your daughter squealed before running to you, âdâyou have a fun day with rach?â she nodded her head rapidly as yourself and harvey smiled, he stood behind you, chest to back. his hand rested on your waist as the other moved aside hair from her face, before moving hair from your own.
ânow, my lovely ladies, itâs time for dinner.â
lovely ladies, for once, spencer had made a mistake. harvey was going out with multiple women, but not in the way he thought. his daughter and the mother of his child, you.
his words and actions meant nothing, they would mean nothing. you were happy, so happy. you had everything you wanted, a loving marriage and man, a gorgeous family. something spencer hadnât given you. a man who knew you could hold your own. spencer knew that too, but he couldnât help himself back then.
right now, you were living your best life.
#criminal minds x bau!reader#criminal minds x reader#suits x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#harvey specter x fem!reader#harvey specter#harvey specter x reader#harvey specter x you
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man whats a story without some funtime stabbing between lovers
#while yes this pertains to hannibal & scream BUT#really im currently writing about a guy whos murdering his lover bc of Reasons#not how i planned to spend my afternoon but oh well#its a nightmare btw it doesnt actually happen..#....in this version of the story anyway#who am i if i dont have a Bad Ending for every single one of my ocs#YES THIS INCLUDES PATCH THERES A VERSION OF TSBESG WHERE THE SCORN TURN ON THEM IN MY HEAD#IVE THOUGHT ABOUT WRITING & POSTING IT#i just remembered i had that idea around the time i STARTED WRITING IT. TWO YEARS AGO.#the main pairing hadnt even MET yet and i was already thinking about a version of the story where 'oh you really thought i loved you?'#a version where patch returns to the city sobbing begging for aid and receiving none#they ruined their party. they ruined the vanguard's trust in them. even saint is too busy with his own problems#(this would happen during season of the lost probably. maybe a little bit before that)#...i should get on that actually#it would be really interesting#lmao#even if just to torment my readers
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Back Together | Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader, (husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader, dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!reader)
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings/Tags: Bucky being dad and hubby material, fluff, angst maybe?
Summary: Bucky and reader are married and have two girls, but because of Buckyâs work, reader decides to âbreak upâ and have been separated for a few months. (Letâs say that this âjobâ was when the whole thing with John Walker happened in TFATWS, idfk lol)
A/N: so Iâm currently writing a fanfic (on wattpad) and I had this idea, but Iâm not there on the fanfic just yet lol so I decided to just post it here (also, my first language isnât english so if there are any errors or mistakes, Iâm sorry lmao)
The girls are like 4 and 5 years old and those arenât the names I have planned on using for the fanfic, but itâll do for now.. and Steve is alive and well lol (he doesnât make an appearance, but I do mention him, like I said, this idea came as I was writing a fanfic so what I did was try and edit it a little bit so yall donât need context and shit lol just enjoy okay?)
A/N #2: this is my first time doing this so just bare with me please lmao
Itâs almost 10 pm which means Bucky must be on his way to bring the girls back after having them for the weekend. You were away in Seattle the whole weekend for work, but anyways it was Buckyâs turn to stay with the kids. They were supposed to stay with Wanda tonight, but since you arrived earlier than anticipated, you told her that Bucky was gonna bring them over.
Youâre not on the best terms. Actually, youâre broken up at the moment and have been like that for like three months now. It all started because of Buckyâs âjobâ. You always said that he wasnât being careful with the things he did and you didnât like the constant worrying about him every time he went out to do his things. He didnât really see it that way which made you get into a really bad fight and you decided to break up because he wasnât putting his safety, or his family, as a priority and you didnât like that.
Which was kinda true. So youâre currently not living together. Bucky has been staying with Steve, or with Sam whenever he comes to New York. The girls usually stay with you and then Bucky takes them on the weekends, but whenever you canât take them to school (or get them on time) or something on week days, then Bucky takes them without a problem.
âAre you sure you donât want me to pick them up for you?â Wanda asked while on FaceTime with you
âItâs alright, red, donât worry.â You replied âBesides, Buckyâs probably on his way anyway.â
âStill havenât talked?â
âWell we talk, just not about us.â You said walking out of the kitchen
âAnd are you guys still, like, mad or..?â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âSteve told you he got out.â
âI know.â
âSo?â
âI just.. I donât know, I havenât talked to him about it.â
âWell I think you need to.â She said âJust have a little chat and see where things are at.. you guys still love each other.â
And you did. Of course you did. And the girls want you to get back together too. But you just havenât talked about it again.
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You replied and just as you said that, you saw the car lights through the window âHeâs here, I gotta go.â
âCall me if you need anything.â
âI will, love you.â
âLove you more.â
You hung up the call and left the phone on the couch before heading to the door. You opened it and saw Bucky walking over to the house holding Olivia, your youngest, in his arms and Eloise was walking right next to him. And the three of them just looked tired as hell.
âHi mommy.â Eloise ran over to you
âHi, pretty girl.â You immediately hugged her
âSay hi to mama, Liv.â Bucky said as he got closer
âHi mama.â Olivia opened her arms wanting you to pick her up so you did
âHi, my angel.â You kissed her cheek
âSorry to bring them so late, we just got out of the cinema.â Bucky said
âBuck, itâs fine, they donât even go to school yet.â You told him âDid you guys have fun?â You asked the girls
âSo much fun!â Eloise replied excitedly âWe also went to the trampoline park earlier.â
âOh well that explains why someoneâs a little more tired than others.â You looked at Olivia and she rested her head on your shoulder
âMommy, can daddy tuck us in tonight, please?â Eloise asked
âBaby, Iâm sure mommy had a really long and tired flight and she just wants to sleep.â Bucky told her
âItâs fine, donât worry about it.â You said âDaddy will tuck you in, sweetheart.â You tucked a few strands of Eloiseâs hair behind her ear
âDaddy, come on.â She grabbed Buckyâs hand
You all went inside and you gave the girls a quick shower before Bucky helped them get in their pjs.
âMommy, are we staying with auntie Wanda tomorrow?â Eloise asked as she got on her bed
âYes, baby, I need to go to work.â You replied
âCanât we stay with daddy?â
âDaddy works too, honey.â You moved her hair out of her face âI thought you liked staying with auntie Wanda.â
âWe do, but we wanted to stay with daddy again.â Olivia spoke
âWell I can pick you up at auntie Wandaâs house when I get out of work, how does that sound?â Bucky told them
âAnd we can get dippin dots too?â Olivia looked at him with puppy eyes
âWe can get whatever you girls want.â He said squishing her cheeks making her giggle
You couldnât help but smile a little. You loved watching Bucky with the girls, he really is an amazing father and they love him like crazy.
âAlright itâs getting super late, time to sleep.â You said to them
âBut mom!â Eloise pouted
âNo buts, listen to your mom.â Bucky said âCome on, get in bed both of you.â
Each of the girls got in their beds and Bucky went and tucked them both. They have their own separate rooms, but theyâre pretty close and theyâve always wanted to sleep in the same room so when the time came and you bought Olivia her big girl bed, Bucky just placed it in Eloiseâs room. Anyways, when the time comes when they get to the point where they donât even want to look at each other, youâll probably make Bucky move Oliviaâs bed back to her room and problem solved. But for now, they absolutely love being in the same room.
âI love you.â Bucky kissed Oliviaâs forehead âAnd I love you.â He then kissed Eloiseâs âSo so much.â
âWe love you too, daddy.â They said
âNow get some sleep because auntie Wanda is coming early tomorrow to pick you up before I leave.â You leaned down to kiss each of them on their heads âI love you both so insanely much.â
âLove you too, mommy.â
âNow go to sleep or Iâll call the slender man.â Bucky said as he turned off the light
He quickly closed the door once you got out of the room and the girls let out a scream that made you both laugh.
âYouâre evil.â You chuckled âCreating them traumas so young.â
âIt gives them strength.â
You rolled your eyes laughing. âOf course.â
You both went downstairs and then Bucky went back to the car to bring back Oliviaâs shoes and a few toys that the girls left in the car. While you put them on the dining table, Bucky was just telling you what they did and how the girls were on the weekend.
âLiv didnât even asked for my help to wipe her after using the bathroom.â
âNo?!â You looked at him kinda shocked
Potty training Eloise was way easier than training Olivia. First she was afraid of the toilet being flushed, then she was afraid that something would come out and bite her, then she didnât want to stay alone while using the toilet. Itâs been a rollercoaster for all of you.
âNo, she did it all by herself.â
âOh my god, really? Iâm gonna cry.â You said with a hand on your chest
âShe said sheâs a big girl and big girls donât need any help to go potty.â
âShe is a big girl.â You said âFuck, theyâre both getting so big.â
âThey are.â He nodded âHow was Seattle?â
âFucking amazing.â You said excited âItâs so pretty.â
âAnd how did it went? Are they planning on transferring you?â
âHell no, I told Nick Iâm not leaving New York.â You replied âIf we were still living in the compound, then this wouldâve been a whole different conversation, but weâre not and we have kids now so no, Iâm not leaving even if they pay me more.â
âWell if they are paying you more then..â he raised his eyebrows
You laughed. âYou know what I mean, idiot.â You rolled your eyes âBut no, Iâm not being transferred.â
âThen why did you go?â
âNick said that they needed someone like me for some training.â You answered âIt was great, I got to teach a few people about self defense, how exciting.â
âIâm glad.â He said with a small smile
He was genuinely happy for you. He knew how much youâve missed working like that. Being an agent, a spy, you missed it. But at the same time, it wasnât really in your plans anymore ever since you got pregnant with Eloise. It happened during the blip as well so you werenât exactly working as an agent or spy anymore so you just decided to leave it behind for good. Until recently.
âYou know, if itâs really what you want, then go for it.â He told you âThe girls arenât stopping you and neither am I.â
âI know, but itâs just that I feel like Iâm on a different stage in life now.â You said âIt felt fucking amazing, donât get me wrong.â
âThen do it, talk with Nick and tell him to put you out there, thatâs what you want.â
âI donât know.â You let out a sigh
âWeâre not going anywhere, you know that, right?â He said and you looked at him âAnd how cool would it be for the girls to say that their mommy is a spy?â
You laughed. âThey will brag about it for sure.â
âAnd the best part is that youâre great at it and always have been.â
âI donât know, Iâll think about it.â You shrugged looking at the time on the stove âItâs getting very late.â You looked at him
âOuch okay, Iâm leaving.â
âOh my god.â You rolled your eyes
âAre we gonna keep this up?â He looked at you
âWhat?â
âThis nonsense.â He motioned his hand between the two of you
âThis nonsense?â You arched an eyebrow âDo I need to remind you whose fault is it that weâre on this position right now?â
âIt couldâve gone so much better, but little miss Iâm extremely petty over here, doesnât like to listen to people and doesnât care about anything other than her opinion.â He said
âOh donât make me mad, James.â You crossed your arms
âItâs the truth and you know it.â
âI think you can go now.â You said turning around and starting to walk away
âSee what I mean?â You heard him say from behind âCanât we just talk about it like normal people?â He asked following you
âI donât think thereâs anything to talk about.â You said turning around to look at him
âWell I think it is.â
âBucky..â
âY/N, come on.â He sighed âItâs been three months, are you gonna keep pushing me away?â
And heâs right, youâve been kinda pushing him away. To be honest, the whole thing couldâve been avoided if Bucky and you came to an agreement, but you never did. You were upset that he was going away with Sam to do all these things that you werenât okay with and you were thinking about the kids, which, at the moment, he wasnât doing and that pissed you off. That was the whole thing. He didnât want to empathize with the way you were viewing the whole situation and he was kinda making you look crazy. Saying things like âitâs not a big dealâ or âeverything will be alright, you donât need to freak outâ.
How does he expect you to not freak out when he doesnât care about doing all this dangerous things? Was he insane?
In other circumstances, if you didnât have kids for example, maybe you wouldâve been a little bit more okay with it, maybe. But itâs a whole different scenario now.
And you were kinda pushing him away, sort of. But it wasnât intentional, itâs just that you were kinda petty and there were times where he wanted to kinda fix things, but you wouldnât let him because you would find a way to push him away unconsciously.
âYou made me feel like I was exaggerating when I clearly wasnât.â You said
âBecause at the moment I did feel that way and I didnât want to view the situation the way you were.â He explained âAnd I know I was wrong for that and Iâm sorry.â
You let out a sigh. âYou still went.â
âI know, Iâm sorry, I shouldâve stayed here with you, I regretted it the moment I left with Sam.â He said âAnd I came back as soon as I could.â
âAnd you stayed with Steve.â You rolled your eyes
âBaby, you wanted to kill me, do you really think I was just gonna come and ask you to take me back after that shit? Like you were just gonna accept me.â
â⌠Well, youâre kinda right.â
âI know, Steve told me you were pissed and that you wanted to punch me.â
âI did tell him that.â You nodded
âIâm sorry, I really am.â
âItâs fine, just forget it, Iâm sick of the topic anyway.â You replied leaning on the back of the couch
âBut are we fine?â He asked
âI donât know, are we?â
âWell Iâd say we are, kinda.â He got closer to you âYou want me to do anything?â
âYou could start by fixing the damn back door.â
âAgain? But I just fixed it a few months ago.â
âWell I think you did it wrong because the doorknob is broken again.â
âI need to change that fucking door already.â He rolled his eyes âAnything else? Are you still mad at me?â
âA little.â You replied
âJust a little?â He moved his hands to your hips âI can help you change your mind.â
âEasy there, soldier.â
âEasy my ass, come here.â
Before you could even protest, his real hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss that screamed need. You really missed his kisses and just the way he would always give you a peck, whenever and wherever, whatever you were doing, he didnât give a single care in the world. This man could see you sitting on the toilet and he still would go and give you a quick kiss.
âGod, Iâve missed you.â He whispered on your lips âIâve missed you so fucking much.â
âI did too.â
âCan we please never fight again?â He gently put his forehead against yours
âAs long as you donât piss me the fuck off doing some stupid shit like that again, weâre good.â
âGood.â He nodded before kissing you again
âAnd I swear to god..â you started saying between kisses âIf I see you again that close to John Walker, Iâm gonna kill you.â
âI know.â He said lowering his hands to the back of your thighs and picking you up
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a/n: should I post the fanfic here? What do we think? Lol (Iâve been thinking about it A LOT lately)
**UPDATE! I ended up uploading the fanfic and here is the masterlist for it lol
Anywaysss, hope you liked this! <3
(Likes and reblogs will be appreciated)
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Welcome to Something Eternal: A Website Forum in 2023 wtf lmao
It's 2023, and a single belligerent rich guy destroyed one of the primary focal points of uh...global communication. Tumblr is, shockingly, kinda thriving despite the abuse it gets from its owners, but that I will call the iconic refusal of Tumblr users to let Tumblr get in the way of their using Tumblr. Reddit killed its API, removing the functionality of mobile apps that made it remotely readable (rip rif.) Discord, our current primary hangout, has made countless strange choices lately that indicate it has reached the summit of its usability and functionality, and can only decline from here as changes get made to prepare for shareholders. (NOTE: WROTE THIS POST BEFORE THEIR MOBILE "REDESIGN" LMAO)
The enshittification is intense, and it's coming from every direction. Social media platforms that felt like permanent institutions are instead slowly going to let fall fallow incredible amounts of history, works of art, thought, and fandoms. It kinda sucks!
A couple years ago, I posted about a new plan with a new domain, to focus on the archiving of media content, as I saw that to be the fatal weakness of the current ways the internet and fandoms work. Much has happened since to convince me to alter the direction of those efforts, though not abandon them entirely.
Long story short? We are launching a fucking website forum. In 2023.
If you remember In the Rose Garden, much about Something Eternal will be familiar. But this has been a year in the making, and in many ways it's far more ambitious than IRG was. We have put money on this. The forum is running on the same software major IT and technology businesses use, because I don't want the software to age out of usability within five years. It has an attached gallery system for me to post content to, including the Chiho Saito art collection. It has a profile post system that everyone already on the forum has decided is kinda like mini Twitter? But it is, fundamentally, a website forum, owned and run and moderated by us. We are not web devs. But we have run a website on pure spite and headbutting code for over twenty years, and we have over a decade of experience maintaining social spaces online, both on the OG forum, and on our Discord. Better skilled people with far more time than we have can and will build incredible alternatives to what is collapsing around us. But they're not in the room right now. We are. And you know what? Maybe it's time to return to a clunkier, slower moving, more conversation focused platform.
You're not joining a social media platform with the full polish of dozens of devs and automated moderation. Things might break, and I might need time to fix them. The emojis and such are still a work in progress. Because e-mails no longer route in reasonable normal ways, the sign-up process instead happens within the software, and has to be approved by mods. Design and structure elements may change. Etc. The point being, that the forum isn't finished, but it is at a place where I feel like I can present it to people, and it's people I need to help direct what functions and things will be in this space. You all will shape its norms, its traditions, its options...choices I could try to make now, but really...they're for us to create as a group! But the important stuff? That's there. Now let's drive this baby off the damn lot already!
Come! Join us!!
PS. As always, TERFs and Nazis need not apply.
#revolutionary girl utena#shoujo kakumei utena#rgu#sku#empty movement#utena meta#fandom stuff#fandoms#expect a somewhat spicy atmosphere#empty movement has always had deep something awful roots#and i expect the migration back to a forum will bring with it some of that more spicy attitude#also lol henry kissinger is dead god that rules
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Hey darlin'! I just saw your one-shots and i REALLY love them!! I need morr about Eddie with Hopper!Reader <33 Please!! A fluff or a smut where the Reader have to deal with her father. Hope you can answer. Have a nice day!! â¨ď¸
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You and Eddie try to have a chill night in, but it's difficult when you have the world's most paranoid chief of police as a father â eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff
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a/n: thanks for submitting a request! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been so busy lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to end it lmao but I really hope you like this fic!!
Even though your dad knew about you and Eddie dating, he was definitely not as okay with it as you would have hoped, but honestly more than you had expected.Â
He had met Eddie a few times since he found out you were in romantic cahoots with the familiar criminal, and despite your fears, they had gotten along quite well despite their history and their differences. But no matter how many things they actually had in common, no father would fully trust Eddie Munson to be alone with his little girl.Â
âDoor open three inches!â Your dad called from the couch. âYou know the rules!â
You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed to open the door to Hopperâs liking.Â
The door was open three inches, and you swore that it was the draft causing the door to move slightly, but you knew your dad would never believe you.Â
âSeriously, Dad?â You asked him.Â
âRules are rules.â He confirmed. âIf you donât like it, then the boyfriend can go.â
You let out a heavy, dramatic sigh before returning to your boyfriend, who was currently sketching out a Dungeons and Dragons character based on you for his new campaign.Â
Eddie looked up from his paper when you sat back down next to him. âYou can do a lot with three inches, you know?â
You put a finger over his mouthâwhich he playfully tried to biteâand you shushed him while holding back a laugh at his incredibly stupid, albeit funny, joke.Â
âHeâs gonna hear you, and heâs gonna drag you out of here. Keep drawing.â
He put the finishing touches on his design, then let out a sound of satisfaction over it before turning the notebook so you could see it better.Â
âI think I did pretty good.â Your boyfriend proclaimed. âSheâs almost as pretty as you.â
Oh, how you lucked out with this mysterious dork. You thanked him by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before your dad became suspicious of you two once again.Â
âYou think I should get it as some ink?â Eddie asked you.Â
âLike, you want to get it tattooed?â
Eddie nodded, eyes going back and forth between you and the cartoon version of you that he just made.Â
âAbsolutely not.â You replied.Â
âWhat? Why not? Do you not love me enough to let me tattoo you on me?â
He was ridiculous, staring at you with big, fake puppy dog eyes and a pleading lip.Â
âOf course I love you, but as your girlfriend, I also need to stop you from doing stupid things.â
âWhat if I keep your tattoo separate from the creepy skulls and spiders?â
Well, that was an offer you almost couldnât refuse. Even though it was tempting, you would never let him know that he can get to you like that, so you played it cool.
âAsk me again in a year.â
His face erupted into a devilish smile and he held his hands to his chest like a cartoon character in love.Â
âIâm getting a tramp stamp of my girlfriend in a year!â
Before you could protest his proclamation, he pulled you into his arms in what you hoped was just a teasing gesture rather than a genuine expression of excitement for something you were certainly not going to let happen.Â
Just a second later, your dad cleared his throat very pointedly, which practically frightened you out of your boyfriendâs arms.Â
âEl wants to watch a movie.â He announced. âCome watch with us.â
You sat up and shook your head lightly. âUm, no thanks, Dad. Weâll pass on that.â
Your dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddieâs arm around your waist. âYou have something better to do?â
It was at that point that you knew him telling you about your sister and the movie was an order, not an invitation. You bit the inside of your cheek and luckily, Eddie spoke up before you could say something snarky.Â
âA movie sounds great, chief. Count us in.â
âGood.â Hopper said curtly before turning around to the living room.Â
Eddie stood up and started teasingly pulling you off the bed. You laid down and let out an annoyed groan, resisting his attempts to move you.Â
âCâmon, babe, movie time.â Eddie encouraged.Â
âItâs just gonna be The Wild Bunch. Thatâs one of their favourite movies and I know Elâs been wanting to see it again lately.â You mumbled. âIâd much rather stay here with you.â
âWell, your dad might never let me back in your house if he thinks Iâm trying anything with his daughter in the other room, so we have to. Plus, I like The Wild Bunch too.â
Your face formed an exaggerated frown as you finally got up off the bed.Â
Eddie smiled and escorted you to the living room. And although you had just started to build up excitement within you for this movie night, it already got worse.Â
El was in her favourite reclinerâthe VHS case for The Wild Bunch was on her lap, you called itâbut your dad had plopped himself down in the exact middle of the couch. Not only did you have to watch a movie with your family instead of chilling with your boyfriend, but you couldnât even sit next to him because your dad hates the idea of you having fun.Â
Before you knew it, you were in a full on stare-down with the Hawkins chief of police.Â
âTake a seat.â He said passive aggressively.Â
âI want to sit next to Eddie, Dad. Could you move over?â
He shook his head. âIâm not falling for any of your tricks. I was a teenager once.â
âYeah, like a thousand years ago.â You mumbled.Â
The comment was quiet but your dad still heard it.Â
âCareful, any attitude and Iâll assume it came from the moron and he wonât be allowed back in the house.â
You looked over at Eddie with a defeated expression on your face. He looked back at you, sympathetic and willing to complyâthe latter was a complete switch from his normal mood.
Your boyfriend understood completely why your dad was worried about you and Eddie dating, but that didnât mean he was happy about it. Of course, Eddie was willing to do whatever he could to seem like the boyfriend every parent would want for their daughterâhe really was, some people just couldnât look past the exterior shell to see itâso he held his tongue and went along with anything.Â
The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the couch, separated by your relentless father.Â
âAlright, El, play the movie.â Hopper said.Â
He then leaned back and kept his eyes on the television in front of you all.Â
Eddie soon caught your gaze from across the couch, and he stretched his arm behind his head, oh so conveniently placing it a few inches from your shoulder.
You grinned at him, keeping it subtle, and took his hand in yours.Â
The two of you watched the rest of the film like that, holding hands in that slightly uncomfortable way, and the night wasnât as insufferable as it seemed like it was going to be. All thanks to Eddie, of course.
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âYou know me better than anyone. You always have.â for the prompts if it sparks!
(buddie) (788 words) i still have so many of these prompts left lmao, hope you like this one!
âIâm fine,â Buck says, and to his genuine surprise, he really means it.
Eddie raises an eyebrow. Rude, but fair. âYouâre fine,â he echoes, flat and disbelieving.
Buck shrugs. âYeah, man, I donât know what to tell you.â
Eddie blinks a few times. âIs this what denial looks like? I think this might be what denial looks like.â
âDenial is a river in Egypt,â Buck replies cheerfully.
Eddie snorts. âI donât think thatâs how that saying goes.â
âMaybe not,â Buck allows. âStill fine, though.â
âUh-huh,â Eddie says.
âI am!â Buck protests. âIâll prove it. Ask me what happened.â
Eddie heaves a sigh and stands. âIâm getting a beer. Do you want a beer?â
âI mean, yeah, but not if it's a pity beer,â Buck calls after him.
âWouldnât dream of it,â Eddie tosses over his shoulder.
He comes back with a bottle of Buckâs favorite sour, which is ridiculous because the only place that sells it is a full thirty minutes farther than the closest grocery store. Itâs absolutely a pity beer.
âEddie!â Buck exclaims.
He feigns innocence. âI already had it!â
Buck narrows his eyes and takes the bottle from Eddie. âIâm choosing to believe you, but only because I really donât want one of your godawful IPAs.â
Eddie rolls his eyes and settles back on the couch beside him. âIf thatâs what it takes,â he says.
âYouâre supposed to be nice to me,â Buck says accusingly.
âI am nice to you,â Eddie says. He leans his head against the back of the couch and rolls it lazily to the side to look at Buck directly. âIâll be nicer if you can find an adjective other that âfineâ to describe your current state of being.â
Buck blows a soft breath out through his nose. âIâm good, Eds, I promise.â
âI justâyou were more broken up about Natalia,â Eddie says softly. âWhy are you so okay with this?â
And thatâthat is the sixty-four thousand dollar question, isnât it? Because Buck is fine. Heâs not emotionless, but nothing heâs feeling is particularly painful or consuming. Being with Tommy was good and fun and nice, but breaking up with him didnât feel like some terrible ending. It felt like finishing a chapter in a book that you canât put down and staying up late because you just canât wait to start the next one. Heâs never really felt like that before.
âHonestly? I donât know. I just am. You know me better than anyone. You always have. Why donât you tell me?â
Eddie huffs a soft laugh. âContrary to the beliefs of our friends and coworkers, I canât actually read your mind, Buck.â
âI donât know,â Buck teases, âI think you probably could if you tried.â
âSure,â Eddie says. âThink of a number between one and ten.â
Eleven, Buck thinks, just to be an asshole. He grins at Eddie, who stares at him in mock concentration.
Eddie narrows his eyes. âStop cheating,â he says.
Buck bursts out laughing. âSee? Knew you were a little bit psychic.â
âMore like fluent in Buck,â Eddie snarks back.
He feels soft and loose, and it hits him that this is what heâd never quite had with Tommy. They were never as in sync as he is with Eddie. Heâs never felt so comfortable, so known as he does when heâs here. Itâs an impossibly high bar to hold a partner to, butâ
Buckâs jaw drops.
Eddieâs expression shifts to vaguely concerned confusion. âWhat?â
âNothing,â Buck says quickly.
Eddie fixes him with an unimpressed look.
âI just, uhââ Buck stalls, frantically searching for words that havenât quite coalesced yet in his mind. âUm. I think Iââ
Eddie sits up a little straighter. âBuck,â he says, soft and worried. âItâs just me.â
Itâs just Eddie. Eddie who knows him. Eddie who sees him. Eddie who makes fun of him and trusts him and treasures the little pieces of him heâs handed over throughout the years. Itâs just Eddie.
Itâs Eddie, and all at once Buck is realizing that itâs never going to be anyone else.
âI, uhââ Buck tries again. âI have toâI forgot to feed my neighborâs cat,â he lies, standing so quickly that he bumps the coffee table and nearly knocks over Eddieâs mostly full beer.
Eddieâs brow creases. âOkay,â he says quietly, and Buck doesnât think for a second he believes him.
âIâm just gonnaâIâll see you tomorrow?â Buck asks desperately.
âCourse,â Eddie says.
âThanks for theâbye!â Buck squeaks.
He hightails it out the door and throws himself behind the wheel of his Jeep. Of course he isnât upset about Tommy. How could he be?
Heâs been in love with Eddie the whole fucking time.
#thank you for the prompt anon i hope you liked it!#911#911 abc#buddie#buddiefic#buddie fic#fic#abbie writes#abbie answers#anon
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I love how you write about the tieflings so much! I totally fig all the headcannons and everything!
Now.. in the spirit of the heat and rut stuff.. whatnif the tieflimg ba helors arent in a rut and find their tiefling girlfriends in heat?
Like they walk in and they see their girlfriend fingering themselves or humbing a pillow whimpering and moaning and stuff.
Here's the first post of the year guys! Sorry for the short hiatus, work has been busy and my dog currently has an infection I needed to take him to the vet for (let me know if anyone wants pictures of him in his cone of shame lmao). Starting the year off right, with some heat and rut smut! I tried out a format I've used similarly before, hopefully you guys like it! Thanks for the request Nanitheart :)
The tiefling bachelors (+Halsin) when their partner is in heat
Dammon
Dammon keeps a mental note of when your last heat was and when he can expect your next one
Luckily your heat tends to line up pretty well with his own rut
However, he spends a lot of time at work away from the house and it's really not uncommon for him to come home to the surprise of you in heat
It's apparent as soon as he comes home, finding himself surrounded by your scent the moment he walks over the threshold
By time Dammons made it to your bedroom he's already in his underwear
The two of you will be finding his clothes around the house for weeks
He's already flushed when he reaches you, unbearably hard when he sees you taking advantage of the toy he'd gotten you a while ago
The sound of blood rushing through your ears deafens you to anything else, eyes closed as you arch your back and try to find yet another release. You'd been stuck there all afternoon, writhing in your sheets, and had to resort to the dildo your lover had gifted you. In his absence you'd soon grown bored with just fingers.
A loud moan leaves you as your body trembles, legs splayed and a hand thrusting the toy as deep as possible. The way it stretched you felt good but it wasn't the same. It wasn't Dammon. Only then does your partner make himself known, voice cutting clear through your lust hazed mind.
"Oh, my darling, how long have you been like this?" Dammon asks, crawling over you on the bed. His own hand covers yours to carefully thrust the toy slowly inside you again. "Do you need me to make you feel better? Can't cum again without my help?" It's all teasing, you know it is, but an involuntary whine of his name leaves your throat as you nod.
It's not long before strong hands grip your legs and pull you forward, Dammon kneeling happily between your legs. You're about to whine again before you feel it, the firm tip of his tail brushing over your already full entrance and slipping in alongside the toy.
"Let me prepare you first, baby."
Zevlor
Zevlor keeps a calender in his private study that tracks your heats and his ruts
He actually knows when you're in heat before you do sometimes
On the odd occasion you happen to go on heat unexpectedly, he treats it like a pleasant little surprise
Another one that realises as soon as he opens the front door
Zevlors been through more then a few ruts brought on early by things like this so he's a lot less impatient
Knocks on the bedroom door before entering so he doesn't surprise you
What he wasn't expecting was to hear you already crying out for him, or to open the door and see you knuckle deep fingering yourself
It seems like it's been an eternity since the burning arousal of your heat flooded you, confining you to the plush bed you and Zevlor share. Burying your face into his pillow is one of the few things that helps, indulging in the scent of him as you touch yourself. If you think hard enough you can almost hear him.
Then the bed dips. Soon calloused hands are running up your bare legs as your bleary eyes meet Zevlors. His pupils are mere pinpricks as his rut settles in, his own arousal clear as your eyes dip between his legs. "How long have you been here like this, my love?" He asks, tender words paired with him swatting your hand away to replace it with his own.
You let out a low moan as two of his fingers push into you, stretching you more than your own ever could. "Too long... Please Zev-" You're soon calmed with gentle shushes, Zevlor carefully adding in a third finger as he shifts lower on the bed. Warm breath ghosts over your skin as he leans in, spreading warm kisses up the tops of your thigh.
"It's okay, let me take care of you now."
Rolan
This man has no space in his mind for tracking heats and ruts, he usually forgets when his own rut is going to hit
It's really not a surprise for him to take a while to realise you've gone on heat
What is a surprise is just how long he spent away from the tower this particular time, picking up some things for the store before seeing his siblings
You can imagine his shock when he'd left you relaxing in his office with a book and comes back to you grinding against a pillow on your shared bed
His mouth goes dry at the sight of your hips rolling against it, head thrown back in frustration
Rolans own rut hits him like a truck and all he can think of is how much he needs to fuck you
As soon as you turn to look at him again all bets are off, and soon Rolans clothes are too
You're hardly able to get a glance at your lover before he pounces on you, feeling yourself fall with a rush as a hard body presses you to the bed. Sharp teeth tease and nip at your neck, leaving claiming marks and small bruises in their wake. Soon, you hear the small growl from Rolans chest.
"So fucking desperate you had to grind against my pillow to get off?" He sneers, pulling back to flip you to your stomach. Clawed hand pull your hips so you lie head down and ass up just how he likes. Already you feel him sliding his cock against your entrance, grinding against you.
A whine and a plead leave you, exactly what Rolan likes. His long cock slides in easily with how you're prepared and feels endless as he fills you slowly. Soon you realise that's the only time he'll be slow with you, quickly pulling out before snapping his hips back against yours.
He takes you like this for the rest of the night, teasing and punishing you for making a mess of his pillow. Hands and a tail pull and push you in different positions over and over again. Rolan isn't pleased until you're panting and fucked out beneath him, so full with his cum that it drips down your thighs.
Halsin
Halsin is very aware of heats and ruts, despite not being affected personally
Just ask how he got his scar across his face and you'll realise how familiar he is
Despite not being able to smell when your hormones change like a male tiefling might, he's still very accurate when assuming when you'll go on heat
And there's no better sight in his opinion than walking in on you all flushed and needy right at the begining of your heat
When you just clue on to what's happing and why your thoughts keep straying to your elven lover
Halsins happy to drag things out a little, braiding your hair back if it's long enough, making sure you have food
The entire time you're whining for him, pressing your thighs together in your need for this man, until he finally takes you to bed
Shock rushes through you as you're swept up to a bridal carry, surrounded by firm muscles as you're carried out of the room. It's easy enough to lean up, lips covering the tan neck in front of you with kisses and nips as a chuckle leaves the chest you rest against. Halsin tightens his grip on you, his easygoing grin deceptive compared to his sharp eyes.
You're soon tossed into a pile of blankets and first on your shared bed, trying to shed your clothes once free of Halsins grip. Calloused hands join you, freeing you from fabric confines and running over your bare skin. Two thick fingers run over your entrance, teasing against it before pressing in and stretching you out on him. Even just the two fingers feel unbelievably thick, your back arching as they slip in deeper.
"So beautiful, Silvanus has truly blessed me with this sight." Halsin chuckles, watching as you writhe at the feeling of his fingers and slipping in a third. Every moan you let out goes straight to the mans dick, the sight of it mouthwatering as it presses against the crotch of his pants. You'll have to wait, though, and let your lover bring you to ecstasy with only his fingers first. Repeatedly
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hey noticed a post from your birthday about requests being open for a certain task force... also happy belated birthday!!!
hear me out, i easily fall asleep in cars and nothing is safe from being a makeshift pillow. so, mayhaps some headcanons or a fic or whatever about that happening on the way back from a mission? like accidentally using them as a pillow?
does this even make sense? idk, it's currently 3:29 am so i apologize if not lmao (also feel free to ignore this is stuff gets overbearing!! ik requests can be a nightmare! i will shut up now)
Fucking finally. But hey there! Been in the hobbit whole for a while working on another fic, so this is a nice distraction for it. So, here we go.
⢠the first time this happened, it was after a long and grueling mission, the specifics lost to the blood shed. The SUV moved on the rough road, as everyone sat in silence, thinking about the lives lost, contemplating whether this was the sign to retire.
â˘Soap was bothering ghost, poking at him like a child begging for attention. Gaz reading a book, heavily scrutinizing the author for letting the villain fall in love with the main girl. And price staring out of the window, contemplating whether he should retire and take his lovers with him.
â˘This life was too dangerous, everyone had nearly died at least once,but, if not this, then what?. You were next to him, your eyes fighting a losing battle against sleep, your head swayed side to side as you slowly entered the land of dreams.
â˘ghost took a glance at you, chuckling at the sight of you stirring on the seat. Ever since you came into the task force 3 years ago, and into their hearts 2 years ago, heâs never felt so complete, like you were always meant to be.
⢠you mumble something incoherent, before your head found the perfect pillow in the form of Priceâs lap, you get comfortable, not realizing that eyes were on your slumbered form. You slowly enter the realm of dreams, but not before whispering an âI love youâ.
⢠after your eyes close, price tore his eyes from your sleeping face, before looking at the rest of the task force. Johnny and ghost in their own little bubble, gaz about to throw his book out the window. He stare at them, contemplating⌠no, he canât risk it, not anymore.
⢠picking his phone, he dials a number. â lasswell, we need to talkâ
And done! I hope itâs to your liking, and you enjoy it! But for now, Iâm just going to go have dinner in the hole, and continue some writing.
From the hobbit hole,
J.J
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Chasing Cars | ch 6.5 (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters contain mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: alcohol, jungkook is a mess, swearing
âword count: 4.4k
âa/n: this can almost count as a full chapter lmao oop, I hope you enjoy reading <3
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âseries masterpost
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Jungkook is excited. He hasnât had his friends over in forever, and he and Jimin are already planning to get plastered even though Sera said they shouldnât.
Heâs been needing it, if only so that he can get you off his mind. So that he can forget how awkward things were this week, how you both avoided each other like the plague as if nothing truly ever happened between the two of you.
Itâs been making him feel more bitter than heâd care to admit, so getting plastered has been sounding like heaven since Jimin suggested it. Or maybe Jungkookâs true goal is just to get Jimin drunk, if only so that he stops teasing him about you.
About that evening you watched anime with them, and Jungkook couldnât resist but lean against you, far too close for comfort.
âIs she going to be there?â Jimin says for the thousandth time, wiggling his eyebrows.
They are currently setting up the living room, organizing all the alcohol they got. Sera is lounging on the couch, and she raises her head to look at them.
âIs who going to be there?â she asks.
âTaeâs sister,â Jimin explains, and then slides his gaze back to Jungkook. âThey were pretty cosy-â
Jungkook interrupts Jiminâs teasing by punching him in the shoulder, clearly hard enough to hurt as Jimin immediately winces, massaging the spot he hit.
âFuck off,â Jungkook grumbles. âWeâre just roommates.â
âOh my God, they were roommates,â Sera imitates from the couch, just like the Vine from years ago.
âExactly my point,â Jimin says, mischievous smirk on display.
âYou know Iâll kill you?â Jungkook says, slightly shaking his head as he clenches his jaw.
Jimin laughs, plopping down on the couch next to Sera. âThatâs if Tae doesnât get to you first.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes, choosing to ignore the comment this time around. It helps that his phone starts ringing with a call from Lisa incoming. He picks up to learn that sheâs outside with Eunwoo and Jaehyun, and Jungkook walks over to the door, opening up for his friends.
Lisa smiles shyly as she meets his gaze, and Jungkook engulfs her in a quick hug before dapping up the two guys. As he follows his friends back to the living room once theyâve ridden themselves of their coats and boots, Jungkook glances towards the bend in the hallway, almost imagining you appearing.
But youâre not here at all. He heard you leave over an hour ago, while he was gaming in his room waiting for Jimin and Sera to show up with the alcohol.
He wonders where you went. If thereâs a party on campus that youâre gracing with your presence right now, and somehow his stomach twists at the thought. He pushes it to the far back of his mind, focusing on drinking now that it is time to do so.
As he gets slowly tipsier with every passing sip, Jungkook canât help but notice how Lisa is bolder than she usually is. Sitting closer, being touchier, and Jungkook would push her away if it wasnât for the way Jimin is looking at them with narrowed eyes, suspicion painted on his features.Â
Lisa could be a good distraction, Jungkook reckons. Not for himself - he wouldnât have sex with her at all as sheâs part of the friend group, and heâd hate to make things awkward. But she could be a good distraction for Jiminâs incessant teasing, so Jungkook seizes the opportunity, lying down with his head on her lap as the boys - Mingyu has now also arrived - are playing Smash on the TV.Â
Jungkook feels the way Lisa stiffens for a few seconds, before relaxing as he offers her a quick smile. She melts then, and she starts playing with his hair, which feels way too good in his tipsy - or maybe drunk now? - state.
He sits up when itâs his turn to play, coincidentally grabbing a new beer for himself. Heâs just barely won the game when the front door opens, a gush of cold air rushing in, and then you appear, cheeks rosy from the late winter outside.
The sounds fade around Jungkook as he meets your gaze, and his heart comes to a halt in his chest as a frown appears on your face. He hates the sight of it, and heâs too drunk to tell himself itâs not his job to take care of it, so he yells, âPeach!â at the top of his lungs.
He feels everyone turning towards him, and he quickly jumps up to his feet, wobbling slightly as he makes his way towards you.
âItâs freezing,â he says, closing the door.Â
You meet his gaze, cocking an eyebrow. âYouâre drunk.â
He canât help himself. He flicks your nose, if only so that your frown dissolves. âAstute.â
You glance towards the living room, but Jungkook doesnât look away from you. Youâre a prison to his gaze after all.
âYou didnât tell me you were hosting something,â you hiss through your teeth.
He leans against the door as you meet his gaze again. âOh peach, sorry. I thought we werenât on speaking terms.â
Damn him and his drunk brain, because why the fuck would he say that?Â
He hides it behind a grin, and then escapes by walking back to the living room, feeling your eyes boring into his back on the way.
Sera greets you, but Jungkook forces himself to listen to the conversation around him, laughing when everybody does. Itâs a little forced, but it goes unnoticed, and the next time he glances towards the door, you have disappeared.
âI want to play with your hair again,â Lisa says in his ear, startling him.Â
Sera gets up to head to the kitchen, and Jungkook glances at Lisa. âHuh?â
She pouts, her doe eyes innocent. âLike earlier?â
Right. Heâs too drunk to refuse the offer, and he lies down, head in her lap, as she starts running gentle fingers through his hair once more. It doesnât last too long - the second you emerge from the kitchen after Seraâs return, Jungkook pushes himself up, waving you over.
âCome here!â He narrows his gaze as his eyes drop to the bowl in your hands. âWait, are those my noodles?â
You glance down. âMaybe.â
âStop stealing my shit,â he complains, and he gives Lisa the controller he was holding before standing up to walk towards you.
He tries to grab the bowl, but you turn away, offering your back to him. âNu-uh,â you say. âTheyâre mine now.â
Jungkook knows his eyebrows are almost touching over his eyes as he says, âNo.â He then wraps an arm around your waist, which forces you far too close to his body for comfort. He feels the immediate reaction, his ears slowly turning red, and he covers it up by stealing the bowl from your hands. You try to reach for it, but youâre too small, and he whoops in victory.
âIf you like my food so bad, just ask me to cook some for you,â he says, looking down to meet your gaze.
Your face is so close he believes he feels your breath on his skin, and his blood heats up, turning to magma in his veins.
âWhat are you doing?â you say through your teeth.
Fuck youâre so pretty. Itâs all he can think of, and he smiles, winking at you.Â
âMaking sure you donât eat the noodles I know Iâll need tomorrow morning for the hangover.â
You clench your jaw. âJust donât drink too much.â
His eyes trail to the coffee table. âI think itâs a little too late for that.â
âPlease, Jungkook,â you say a few seconds after heâs met your gaze again.
Somethingâs wrong. He feels it in his bones, and he frowns, lowering the arm that was holding the noodles up. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI just had a shit date, and Iâm still hungry. I just want to eat something.â
Hearing that you went on a date does something incredibly ugly to him, and Jungkook takes a step back, handing you the bowl so that he can fold his arms on his chest. âWho did you go on a date with?â
Your answer comes far too quick for it to be normal. âItâs none of your business.â
It dawns on him that he probably already knows, and the sour feeling turns bitter. âPlease tell me itâs not the guy from last week.â
âJungkook,â you firmly say. âItâs none of your business.â
The spike of anger and jealousy forces Jungkook to clench his fists. âHeâs an asshole.â He lets out. âWhy would you go out with him?â
You grit your teeth. âBecause we have history. But I promise you that after the shit date we just had, Iâll never see him again. Happy?â
He isnât, yet he still says, âYeah.â
âNow can I go eat in my room while you guys do whatever it is that youâve been doing?â
You glance towards the living room, and Jungkook looks just in time to see everyone turning their head away from you two.Â
The last thing Jungkook wants is for you to go to your room. Hell, heâd go with you if only to make sure youâre okay, truly okay, yet he canât really do that, can he? So instead, he suggests, âWhy donât you stay with us? To cheer you up?â
You meet his gaze, scanning his features for a few seconds. Jungkook hopes you canât hear his heart beating out of his chest, settling only when you let out, âOkay.â You pause, sighing, and then add, âBut you should chill on the alcohol, you reek of it.â
He narrows his gaze at you, though he has to admit heâs relieved by your teasing tone. Itâs much more like the Y/n he knows, and it stays that way for a little while as you move to the living room, and he sits right next to you.
Almost close enough to touch, but not quite touching. He tells himself itâs just to keep a safe distance, to make sure Jimin doesnât say anything, yet when you joke about the food being too spicy, and Jungkook says, âWe just have to build up your toleranceâ, his hand lands on your thigh, like your thigh was the metal, and his palm the magnet.
He doesnât realize it at first, but when you widen your gaze, looking like a startled deer, his mind zeroes in on the spot where heâs touching you, and he immediately pulls his hand away, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
And then someone nudges him in the back, and he glances over his shoulder for half a second, just long enough to notice Jimin looking at him, and Jungkook knows he fucked up. He fucked up bad, so he moves away from you, forcing himself to lie back down with his head in Lisaâs lap.
It hurts you. He can tell that it does from the way you stiffen, barely even eating anymore, looking like youâd rather be anywhere else in the world than right here. But you have to understand - heâs doing this for your good. Both his and yours, to make sure Jimin doesnât tell Taehyung anything.
It lasts for a little while, you staring at the TV while Lisa runs her hand through his hair, massaging his scalp soothingly - does she notice heâs tensed too? But then Jaehyun asks if you want to drink something, and all the anger and jealousy Jungkook felt earlier when you mentioned your date bursts out of him.
âCareful, Taeâll kill you if you speak to her.â
Heâs been drinking more. Way too much, if heâs honest, and the words come out slurred. Heâs too far gone to care, and he ignores what Jaehyun answers to focus on the TV, on the beer next to him and on Lisaâs fingers in his hair.Â
He wants her to stop. He wants all of them to go, to leave you two alone, but instead Lisa leans down to whisper in his ear.
âWhat happened between you and Taeâs sister?â
The question hits too deep. Nothing happened, he should answer. Yet everything did. Everything fucking happened and it shouldnât have because now he wants you, always. Canât fucking stop thinking about you, and itâs driving him crazy.
He doesnât answer Lisaâs question. Instead, he sits up to take a long sip of his beer, and that is answer enough. Indeed, Lisa sighs dramatically next to him before grabbing her own drink.Â
After that, Jungkook just drinks, which gets him far too drunk. He knows he should stop, but youâre still right there next to him, way too close for comfort yet way too far, and his mind is growing dizzy.Â
It gets worse when you get up to walk to the kitchen after youâve done shots, Lisa following behind you. Jungkook knows he has to follow, yet heâs drunk, and getting up is a struggle, but he eventually manages to push up to his feet.
He walks to the kitchen, stopping right outside as he catches sight of Lisaâs back, and you standing in front of her.Â
âPeaaaach,â he yells, a lot louder than he first intended to. He plays it off by leaning against the door frame as you meet his gaze over Lisaâs shoulder. âWhat are you guys doing?â
Lisa turns. âJust talking.â
âWell then,â he lets out, cocking an eyebrow. âWhy donât you come just talk with everyone else?â
He wonders if he sounds as annoyed as he feels. He must, because Lisa frowns before glancing at you as you stifle a laugh. She sighs, shrugging, and then sheâs walking towards Jungkook. He steps aside to let her leave, offering her a tight-lipped smile on the way.
Once sheâs out and heading back towards the living room, Jungkook walks in, moving towards you.
âIâmâŚâ he trails off, and he loses his balance for a few seconds, catching himself as he stops next to you. âIâm fucking drunk.â
âYou want water?â you offer, and it warms Jungkookâs heart.
Because of course you would take care of him. Which, he reckons, is another reason why he shouldnât stop drinking, because his heart shouldnât warm in his chest when it comes to you.
âWater?â He shakes his head. âNo, I want beer.â
âJungkook,â you scold. âYou donât look like you should be drinking more.â
He snorts, and he steps closer to you, looking down at you where youâre standing in front of him, your pretty face tilted up to hold his gaze. Youâre blocking the way to the fridge, and he clenches his jaw momentarily.
âMove.â
âDrink water first,â you insist, standing your ground.
Youâre too pretty. Too addictive, and his hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against him. You shriek, pushing on his chest, but he doesnât let go.
âLet me get a beer,â he says, and he drops his head to whisper in your ear next. âBefore I do something weâll both regret.â
But youâre so close, the lingering smell of your perfume inebriating, and Jungkook doesnât want to let go of you... Doesnât think heâd regret kissing you, holding you, though he knows that might just be drunk thoughts.
Sober him would hate himself.
âListen,â you whisper, and you fall silent as he ghosts his lips on the shell of your ear. âIâm not drunk enough for this.â
He does it again, and you tilt your head to the side, allowing him better access, a clear sign that you want it just as much as he does.
Or so he likes to tell himself.
âItâs hard to pretend when you look so damn good,â he murmurs, his blood like electricity in his veins. âAlways.â
âJungkookâŚâ
Itâs the plea in your voice. It undoes him, reminds him of your brother, of every little reason why he shouldnât be doing this right now. He steps away, horror itching in his heart.
âSorry,â he apologizes. âWow. Youâre right. I need water.â
He stumbles to a cupboard, grabbing a glass that he then fills at the sink. He drinks it in one go, and then refills it, leaning against the counter to sip on it.
âWhat was that?â you ask as he meets your gaze.
He doesnât know. Heâs just insane - thoroughly, completely insane, and his body seems to think youâre the cure to the madness.Â
He sighs, sucking on his piercings. âI donât know.â
âYou canât do that.â You sound mad, and Jungkookâs heart squeezes in his chest. âEspecially not when there are people around.â
He shrugs, tongue pushing against his cheek. âSorry.â
Your features fall, eyes softening. âItâs okay,â you reassure, though heâs not sure you mean it. âYou just caught me off-guard.â
He doesnât like the sudden softness in your voice, the way it makes him want to cross the distance between you and kiss you dumb. So he does what he knows best, smirking lazily. âLiked it?â
You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath that makes Jungkook think youâre probably about to curse him and his entire bloodline. Instead, your eyelids flutter open, and he doesnât miss the spark of mischief hiding in your pupils.
âSo what if I did?â
Yup. Heâs insane. Heâs mad, crazy, a fool. All the synonyms in the dictionary are not enough to describe the insanity crawling in his blood, in his heart.
âPretend, peach,â he forces himself to say. âWhat would your brother say?â
âHeâd probably say that heâd kill you, right?â you say.
Maybe he needed the reminder. Because Jungkook feels the insanity slip away, clearing his mind.Â
âOh,â he lets out, chuckling. âDefinitely. As a matter of fact, I think Iâm living on borrowed time now.â
You purse your lips. âSo letâs pretend, right? Safer that way.â
He nods. âI really am sorry for that,â he says, meaning how he held you earlier. âI donât know where it came from.â
âDonât worry about it,â you say, smiling softly. âJust donât ever do it again.â
He pouts. âEver?â
You roll your eyes, slightly shaking your head. âStop. Why are you such a shameless flirt?â
He wants to answer, wants to tease you more, but he doesnât have time to as Jimin appears in the doorway, interrupting the moment. It pisses Jungkook off, and maybe thatâs why he returns to drinking. Maybe thatâs why the second everyone leaves, he wants you so bad he thinks heâs about to say fuck it.
Fuck what Taehyung would think.
âI told you,â you say to Jimin as he and his girlfriend get ready to leave. âNow Iâll sleep to the sounds of him throwing up.â
Jungkook hiccups, offense swirling through him. He raises a finger and says, âIâll have you know.â He has to pause as everything spins around him, and he shuts his eyes. âI donât throw up.â
âYeah, yeah, Jungkook,â Sera answers, and Jungkook glares at her.
âLetâs just get you in bed before we leave,â Jimin says.
No. Jungkook doesnât want to go to bed. He wants you, and he wants Lisa to fucking leave him alone.Â
Why is he even thinking of her right now? You might be right - he thinks heâll throw up before falling asleep.
âAnd tell Lisa to stop looking at me like that.â
The words are out before he can stop them, and Sera widens her gaze. âWhat?â
Jungkook frowns as he looks at you. Because youâre the answer to the question, but he canât say that, right?
âI donât know.â
âYouâre fucked up,â Jimin teases before bursting out laughing.
As he laughs, Jimin pushes Jungkook on the shoulder. Jungkook was already unsteady, and he loses his balance, falling against the wall. He lets out a surprised, âOh shit!â, and a second later, he collapses, soon followed by Jimin.
Theyâre laughing, the kind of laughter only alcohol can bring forth, so loud Jungkook can barely hear as you and Sera talk. The only thing he hears is you saying that Taehyung can hardly count as a good influence, which is the most accurate thing heâs ever heard you say.
âHeâs not,â Jungkook agrees, thinking about how Taehyung forbade him to be with you. âYour brother is an asshole.â He pauses, and then bursts out laughing again. You donât say anything, so Jungkook adds, âCan you help me?â
He does grabby hands motions at you, and you scrunch up your nose in disgust. âYou can crawl to your room yourself, JK.â
He frowns, sitting up to lean against the wall as Jimin does so too. Sera helps Jimin up, while Jungkook just keeps staring at you.
âIâll crawl to your room if you don't help.â
You smirk. âAlright, letâs see you try.â
Fuck. He glances towards your door, and then looks at you again. âToo far.â
You look victorious, your smirk stretching into a smile. âThen sleep on the floor.â
âAre you for real?â
You groan, rolling your eyes, but you step closer to him. Jungkook tilts his head back so that he can keep looking at you as you say, âWe should have asked your friendsâŚâ You glance towards Jimin. âYour sober friends to help bring you to your room before they left.â
Jungkook lets you grab his hands. âPeach, I much prefer if itâs you tucking me in.â
You help him stand, and though itâs a struggle, Jungkook is soon up. He wobbles on his feet, and you hold onto his arm like you donât want him to fall again.
âI wonât tuck you in.â
All Jungkook can think of is that youâre so, so beautiful next to him with that flush on your cheeks. He wants to touch you, to hold you, and he doesnât have any inhibitions left. A second later, he cups your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your eyes widen, surprise making them sparkle, and fuck, he thinks heâs about to kiss you dumb, to kiss you until heâs never said you should pretend nothing happened.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask him.
Jungkook blinks once, slowly, his surroundings coming back into focus. He turns his head towards Jimin and Sera. âShit, youâre still here?â
Heâs stupid. Inherently stupid, and he canât focus on Jimin and Sera as they leave. No, the second you step away from him and his hand hangs in the air between the two of you, Jungkook thinks he becomes deaf. Or maybe heâs just deafened by the thunderous beats of his heart. He only comes back to reality when you step in his line of vision, Sera and Jimin now gone.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
Jungkook flinches as he meets your gaze. âWhat?â
âNow Jiminâs going to be unto us!â You motion towards the door before folding your arms on your chest. âI know youâre drunk, but youâve got to fucking control yourself.â
âHey, fucking chill out, will you?â Jungkook bursts, only because heâs done.
Heâs done being yelled at, done always being the one in the wrong because he canât do a single fucking thing right in his life.
You cross the distance between you and him as he leans against the wall, smirking at the sight of your anger. Because that anger is something he knows, something he can deal with. You stop right in front of him, finger pointed towards his face.
âDonât tell me to fucking chill.â
âOr what?â he says as he tilts his head to the side.
âOr I donât know, Jungkook.â You shut your eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh. âDonât you care that Taehyung might be onto us because of Jimin?â
He huffs a breath, and you open your eyes. He plays with his piercings, his tongue then pushing on the inside of his cheek. âHe wonât be. Why would he?â He blinks. âBecause weâre hanging out? Nah, we did that even before he left.â
You raise your eyebrows. âNot like that.â
âLike what?â
You sigh again, your annoyance so stark he thinks he can taste it on his tongue and, damn him, itâs turning him on.
âLike weâre friends,â you say. âYou touching me. All that shit.â
âI thought you liked when Iâm touching you,â he says.
You stare at him unblinkingly. âShut up.â
He raises his hands in defense, smirking. âSorry. Itâs hard to help myself when youâre looking at me like that, peach.â
âLike what?â you ask, echoing his previous words.
âLike you want me,â he murmurs, and he gives in to his desire, one finger tapping gently on your clenched fist, before slowly moving up your arm. âLike youâre mad I suggested pretending that nothing happened.â
âIâm not mad,â you reply, swatting his hand away. âI agree with the statement. Heâs your friend, heâs my brother. We shouldnât have fucked at all.â
It hurts. Jungkook doesnât know why, but it does, and he feels himself growing bitter.
Feels himself needing to hurt you, too.
âSee? I knew you saw the wisdom of it,â he says, and immediately hates himself for saying it as hurt flashes in your gaze.Â
It disappears quickly, and you roll your eyes, gently patting his chest.
âThen stop. Fucking. Touching. Me,â you say, tapping on his chest with every word uttered, your hand then resting flat against his beating heart.
Everything in him concentrates on that spot where youâre touching him, on the feeling of your fingers on him, of your eyes in his, and Jungkook feels himself leaning infinitesimally closer.Â
âYouâre the one touching me right now, peach.â
He doesnât let you move your hand away when you try to, putting his hand over yours.
âLet me go,â you breathe out.
He canât. He really canât let you go.
He doesnât want to let you go.
âI really want to kiss you right now,â he whispers.
You step away, freeing your hand from underneath his. âDonât ever tell me that again.â
He knows itâs going to happen. The look in your eyes tells him that you know it, too, despite the words said.Â
âWhy?â
âJust donât.â You scoff. âYou canât kiss me, I canât kiss you, we-â
Jungkook grabs your face, crashing his lips on yours before youâve finished the sentence. Because he can kiss you. Maybe he shouldnât, but he can, and he doesnât want to hold back anymore. Not when you reciprocate the kiss in all its intensity, pushing him back against the wall.
He hits hard, breathing out the air in his lungs. Youâre quick to push your tongue in his mouth, and Jungkook wants to feel you, to taste every inch of youâŚ
But youâre stepping away, and he canât look at you. Not when youâre everything heâs wantedâŚ
Everything he canât have.
âDonât kiss me again.â You say it like you mean it, and then you walk away. He hears your steps, and he only looks up when he hears the door of your bedroom closing behind you, putting finality into the words.
What the fuck has he done?
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heyyy could you please write a joost x fem! reader fic where the reader too is slightly famous, and she and joost have been SECRETLY dating for a year but no one knew it, so it comes as a big shock to everyone when they find out through either a paparazzi or leaked photo online or through an accidental giveaway of it during an interview <33
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Joost Klein x fem!reader
A/N: istg this is so bad but I hope you like this lmao and sorry if its short :,)
warnings: swearing, not proof read
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You scrolled through your phone, eyes wide and millions of thoughts were going through your head. You and Joost were currently miles apart, you having to leave for a family vacation you looked forward to the whole year. Joost like the gentleman he was accompanied you to the airport, helping you with everything and chatting with your family. When the time of the departure came, Joost pulled you into one last embrace before going your own ways. The first few days were wonderful. You enjoyed yourself on the beach, some fans recognising you which made you so so happy to be known all over the world. Like I said before, you were having a wonderful time until now. You stumbled upon a photo that was shared by an unknown user, already having thousands of views of you and Joost at the airport. You never really experienced paparazzi, only a small amount but not to the point people leaked photos of you when you were just walking across the street to the grocery store like they do to some celebrities.
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Joost Klein and Y/N L/N at the Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam this Monday morning.
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Joost knew about the photo, already messaging you if youâre okay, reassuring you everything will be okay and that you would work things out. It wouldnât even bother you that people knew about your relationship, you werenât ashamed of Joost and would show him off proudly but some fans were too much to handle. Most people sent the both of you death threats but you chose to ignore them. Why should they decide who you love?
After getting back home to The Netherlands you got greeted by Joost waiting for you, the place being crowded from all the crazy fan girls trying to take photos of you two together or yell congratulating and kinds things to you which you dearly appreciated. It was something you expected, you were bound to get caught someday and it was really a miracle you kept it a secret for a little over a year. Joost picked you up and spinned you around, kissing you on the forehead making all the fans cheer. Your face felt hot, holding onto Joosts hand which he gladly squeezed as reassurance. The both of you walked out of the airport hand in hand Joost getting in to the taxi with you and went to your shared home.
It felt nice to be home, calming even. Joost picked you up making you wrap your legs around his waist, walking with you to your bedroom. He layed you down gently before getting on top of you, caging you with his weight. âJoost.. come on I didnât even unpack.â âThat can wait, are you okay tho? With all those people knowing about us?â You thought about it for a few minutes, your hand in Joosts soft blonde hair. You shrugged slightly, making Joost look up at you. âIf anyone is bothering you I have no problem speaking up about it. You know I love you with my whole heart mijn liefde.â (my love) âI know, I know. Itâs just a bit overwhelming but I expected it to happen some day I mean the media is crazy soo.. Iâm okay with people knowing.â Joost smiled lovingly at you, kissing your cheek, then mouth. The kiss was quick but sweet, making your stomach erupt with butterflies and cheeks feel hot. You stare at his adorable face, his soft smile making your day a hundred times better like it usually did.
You went on to show each other off, Joost always having a hand on your waist or even just holding onto your arm like a lost child meanwhile you posted things with you two together happily, showing up at his concerts more often sometimes singing your own songs to open up Joosts concerts which you loved doing. People saw you guys as THE couple, everyone cheering, clapping, yelling during concerts when you ended the concert with one last bow and hug with your partner. It truly made you happy how people supported you through and through, some defending you when you got hate online which you after some time chose to ignore. Joost was more than happy to bring you to every event possible, even when he got to perform for Eurovision that same year, you were there for every pre-party and after-party, performance ect. even after his disqualification you never left his side.
Now you were on one of your friends tour, Bambie to be exact as an opener along with Joost. It was fun, the atmosphere being a lot different from your usual concerts which you welcomed with open arms. At the end of the concert the crowd screamed for more, so all you three looked at each other with smirks, performing a song you three worked on just a few months back. It had a mix of all your three singing styles you and Joost popping in a few phrases in your mother tongue. It made the crowd cheer, some booing which was expected but you didnât care, having fun with your favourite people. At the end of the show, you looked at the crowd, realisation hitting you of how many people you influenced and how many people supported you. Joost grabbed your waist, kissing you on the cheek while Bambie started clapping making the crowd do the same. Maybe putting yourself out there wasnât so bad after all.
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