#told u she was gonna try and pick his pocket

[throwsdiamonds]

JAMIE TARRT AT @tartt9.

‘‘ ohmygod, i barely recognised yer' ! ’’ the laugh comes across so genuine, so sugary-sweet, like someone whose head was lightly spinning from an alcohol-buzz. THOUGH IT WASN'T. she didn't partake whilst working. but rach knows how to put on a show. she's handsy. palm discreetly run up his arm, far and away from the cross-body bag he's wearing but — everything in due time. ‘‘ truly my lucky day, ay? ’’

[squoxle]

Can u do a short ff where y/n came from the gym and she’s looking hot as ever. And heeseung is home while he talks to his gamer friends . And when he sees y/n he’s flabbergasted.

Can I? Hmm…I can try😏🖤 (you probably didn't read this b4 you asked. no worries tho...i was itching to start writing for EN- again anyway)

𐙚Heated~L.HS ff 18+𐙚

💋pairing: Heeseung!fwb x Reader!fm | 💋wc: 1.3k | 💋summary: Do I really need to explain this??? basically, you came home after working out, and Heeseung couldn't keep his eyes off your sexy, sweaty body. |💋cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, sexual jokes, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby]=heeseung coded Enjoy :)

"Dammit," you swore as your phone fell out of your pocket. You slid your headphones down to wrap around your neck as you kneeled down to pick up your phone.

"Hey," Jake said as you flipped your phone around, checking for any scratches or cracks. "How was the gym?"

"Ehh nothing too special," you shrugged before lugging your bag over your shoulder. "There was this one guy who kept flirting with me. He even tried giving me his number," you laughed under your breath.

"A guy? Flirting with you? What else did this guy do?" Heeseung spat. It seemed like hearing that pissed him off a bit as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"It really wasn't all that. I don't know why you're getting upset anyway. We're just friends. It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything," You said before taking a sip from your water bottle. It was the kind you can use your teeth to yank open, though that may not be the intended way of doing it.

"How'd you know she went to the gym?" Heeseung asked, looking at the other guys as he took his dark eyes off you.

"Uhh...well if I was an asshole--which I'm not--I would say that anyone with a fucking brain could tell by what she went to the gym just by looking at her," Jay said sarcastically as you stood by the door wearing compression tights and a cropped hoodie that covered your sports bra.

"Yeah, that and she told us before she left an hour ago," Sunghoon added.

"Oh," Heeseung said as he went back to staring at you.

You flashed him a puzzled look as he licked his lips before biting on the lower one as he scanned your body up and down. You couldn't believe the bipolar attitude this boy had at times.

"Yo dude! What the fuck was that?" Jay laughed as he saw the way Heeseung was practically drolling over you. "Don't tell me that she's turning you on that easily," Jay continued as he shook Hee's shoulder. "She's literally like a sister to us."

"More like a step-sister," Sunghoon chuckled. "You can see it all over his face. He wants to fuck her just as badly as that guy at the gym," He smirked before turning to look at you himself. He could see how Heeseung could like the way you looked with your hair stuck to the sides of your face from the sweat. Especially when you took off your hoodie, revealing your breasts that were also decorated with sweat that dripped from your collarbone.

"What?" Heeseung shook his head. The thoughts in his mind caused him to go completely blank.

"Woah! Even his little buddy thinks so," Jake threw his head back laughing. Heeseung looked down to see his hard-on bulging in his sweats, before looking over at you.

"Dude you're freaking her out," Jake continued as he looked over to see your flushed face.

"Uhhh...I'm just gonna go," you said awkwardly as you walked to your room.

"Hey, if I were you I'd just be honest and tell everyone how bad I wanna fuck her," Sunghoon smirked.

"Fuck off, man," Heeseung spat as he left the room following behind you.

"What do you want?" You said as you rummaged through your drawers looking for an outfit to put on after your shower.

“I think you already know,” Heeseung said as he closed the door behind him. The thought of your sweaty body bouncing on his cock was enough to get him started.

“Right now? You’re joking…” you said as you placed the stack of clothes on your bed. You were in no mood to engage in some sexual activity with him right now for two reasons. One, it's literally the middle of the fucking day, and two, the guys are still awake sitting in the living room down the hall.

“How do you expect me to react after seeing your hot sexy body covered in sweat?” he said cocking his head to the side as if you could read the horny thoughts running through his mind.

“Umm, disgusted. Like a normal person,” you folded your arms. You were indirectly trying to hint to him that this wasn't a good time, but by the look on his face you could tell that wasn't working.

“Hmm, well that would probably be the case if we didn’t have our little side thing.”

“Okay, you’re either desperate or stupid if you think we’re gonna have sex right now.”

“What if I’m both?” Heeseung said before reaching down to grip his dick through his pants. “I’m aching for you and I know how bad you want me. You just hate to admit that I’m right,” he continued as he walked up to you, placing a delicate yet sensual kiss on your cheek while holding your chin.

“You’re sick,” you spat ripping away from his grip. “And when you’re horny, you’re a fucking dog,” you said picking up your clothes before walking to the door.

“Ah ah ah~” Heeseung said as he held the door shut with his hand. “You know I always get what I want,” he smiled before kissing your neck.

“I said, not right n—“ you were cut off by Heeseung gripping your ass. His fingers reached through your thighs to your pussy. You perked your ass up to give him a better shot as he rubbed against your pussy through the tight fabric.

“What was that you were saying,” Heeseung smiled before sucking on your neck, biting a bit of your skin hard enough to cause you to let out a small moan.

“What if they hear us?”

“Who cares?” Heeseung said as he pressed his dick against your ass.

“Heeseung,” you sighed.

“Relax, just stay quiet and we should be okay,” he pulled down your tights, exposing your ass to him.

You covered your mouth with your hands as Heeseung glided his dick between your folds before pushing himself in.

“Mmph!” You gasped. Heeseung let out a soft chuckle from behind you as he began pounding into your slimy hole.

He gripped your waist with one of his hands while the other he used to stimulate your clit. You braced yourself against the door that slightly knocked from your movements.

“H-Heeseung! A-ah,” you moaned as your walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

“That’s it baby. Take all of Daddy’s dick like a good girl,” he said pumping into you so hard that you were on your toes at this point.

Just as you reached your climax, Heeseung pulled his dick out of you. “What?” You said turning around to see his dick still twitching.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded. “And turn around,” he continued as you dropped down into doggy position.

He didn’t waste time to slam his dick into you, fucking you hard and fast as his thighs slapped against your ass.

“Ah!” You moaned a little too loud.

Heeseung pulled you back, shoving two fingers into your mouth as he kept fucking you. Before you came he shot his cum on your back before getting up to leave the room.

“Wait. Where are you going?” You asked as you pulled your tights back up.

“I’m finished,” he shrugged. “You can go take your shower now. I’m done being a pervert,” he winked before walking down the hall.

“Wh-heeseung?!” You shouted. "Ugh," you huffed, picking up your clothes before walking to the shower.

"What was that all about?" Jay asked as Heeseung plopped down on the sofa next to him.

"Nothing," he smirked. "She's just being dramatic as usual."

"Mhm. Sure," Sunghoon smirked before sitting back.

"Soooo, can we get back to the game now?" Jake asked.

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[answer2jeff]

break-up, make-up.

song : post break-up sex

warnings : fem!reader, porn with some plot, smut, unprotected piv, make-up sex, lip being needy, mentions of alcohol and smoking (tobacco), reader has scumbag friends, sad pathetic banging, intentional lowercase. (lip and reader are 18.)

word count: 3,707

authors note: this is only like my 2nd time writing smut.......

your abdomen felt cold pressed against the marble of your bathroom counter. pulling at the skin of your face, running your fingers through your messy hair, and picking yourself apart in the mirror that doubled as a medicine cabinet. you didn't feel like yourself. you swung the cabinet open, reaching for a hard candy eyeshadow pallet, a black eye pencil so old the label had rubbed off, and a mauve-brownish lip liner.

your phone buzzed against your pocket. you groaned, dropping your products into the sink before snatching it from the depths of your jeans.

773-642-3719: party @ ashleys 2night. u coming? 2:36pm.

it must've been karina. ever since you gave her your number on your break during your waitressing shift at patsy's, she'd been trying to drag you out of the house. you couldn't blame her. mopey from your breakup, picking up as many hours as possible, spending your free time collecting coupons for shopping sprees you'd never go on to spend money you didn't have, she was sick of you ruining the atmosphere everywhere you went.

or, wherever you didn't go, more accurately.

"he's just a guy. just—go fuck someone else! who cares if he's a dick just like him. focus on the task at hand: getting laid," she told you, licking strawberry jam from the tip of her middle finger.

"i'm just gonna miss him more," you sighed, watching the clock tick as your 15 minutes of what was supposed to be relaxing free time, was going to waste.

"*** ******** is not some kind of sex god, okay? the sex was good. you can find good sex anywhere."

"whatever."

he was more than that. he was more than the sex. he was the kisses in the early mornings where you'd wake up with him in your sheets. he was the whispers of 'you're so beautiful,' and 'i love you,' whenever you doubted yourself. he was the shitty jokes and late night walks, splitting cigarettes and dabbling in gossip. he was your best friend.

but he was also the hands that slammed your bedroom door. he was also the alcohol on his breath. he was also the words that told you to 'get your shit together.' he was also the broken promises he could never keep.

but he was more than anything karina saw him as.

i'll be there :) 2:38pm.

773-642-3719: bring some1 cute with u! 2:40pm.

you stared blankly at her text.

👍 2:42pm.

bring someone with me? who the hell would i bring? daniel's working tonight. and he's not cute. well—he's not ugly, but...no. stop. just drop it. you don't need to bring a guy with you. jesus. you don't need anyone. relax.

i'm here. 12:37am.

you knocked about 3 times before a lanky, raven haired boy with puke all over his title fight t-shirt swung the door open. you looked past his shoulder to see a group of familiar faces behind him.

"please tell me that's not h—" a short blonde girl groaned before a redhead, eliza, butted in.

"there she is!" she yelled, calling karina over.

the warm glow of the living room complimented the post-punk rock that rang through the poster filled walls of ashley's house. you were met with waves from your friends. karina beamed and quickly made her way over to the front door to greet you. her chunky sandals boomed against the hardwood floor, her red solo cup nearly falling out of her hand.

"you made it!" she smiled, taking your hand and dragging you into the makeshift frat house, slamming the front door behind you. the atmosphere was uncomfortably warm. probably due to everyone sweating their asses off from drunkenly dancing and grinding on each other.

"uh, yeah—i'm kinda late. sorry."

"fashionably late," she corrected you as you followed her through dozens of other girls and into the kitchen.

you analyzed the space. you knew a couple people here, either from work or highschool, since it was the summer after senior graduation, but there were plenty of girls and guys you'd never seen in your life. for the first time in months, meeting new people was sickening. immediately reaching for the bottle of tito's to help ease your mind, eliza stopped you. she furrowed her strawberry blonde eyebrows at you, shaking her head.

"uh-uh. you're the designated driver, sweetie. we can't have you drunk, too!"

your mouth gaped open in disbelief. were you seriously dragged here just to play babysitter?

"but there's plenty else to do," karina peaked her head out of the kitchen and eyeing a couple of her friends that resided on the couch, beer bottles in hand. you couldn't help but turn your head to look, too.

"mikey's got weed," she pointed to a shirtless brunette, "and i think destiny brought some—fuckin, i don't know, xanax to cool your nerves."

you nodded, lips pulled tight in a painfully neutral expression that read 'okay' and 'fuck you i hope you break every bone in your body and live your life as a spiritless vegetable,' at the same time. your arms were crossed against your chest, your body pretty much caving in at the amount of sheer embarrassment that coursed through you.

"since you're, y'know, kinda losing it," eliza wiped the corner of her mouth where whiskey-soda had been dripping from it, pointing her finger at you. her messy red nail polish on healthy long nails taunted you.

you felt like a wad of pink chewing gum: slammed between teeth and tongue just to be spit out and drenched in spit. but you weren't useless enough to be thrown away. just stuck under a table for some gross, unsanitary bitch to pick it up again and stick it right back in her gossipy mouth. cursing yourself for being here, you stormed out of the kitchen and made your way toward the back porch.

if you left, you'd be a prude. but if you stayed and drank, kissing strangers and making up stories filled with little white lies, you'd be deemed a slut for the rest of the summer. your last choice was to stick around, being that annoying girl who smoked cigarettes outside of the party to freak people out.

and so, you did. you hung around outside, watching people come in and out. occasionally, someone would stop to ask if you were alright, if you wanted a drink, or just someone to talk to. you politely declined every time. almost like you were waiting for some other opportunity to spring up in front of you.

"hey," a voice behind you rasped.

it startled you. it was painfully familiar. so much it made your heart drop to your empty stomach. you turned yourself around, eyes met with blue orbs that stared directly into you.

there he was. lip. your lip.

except he wasn't yours. not here. not now. possibly not ever.

"oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me, gallagher."

your hands grabbed onto the wooden railing of the porch steps. hoisting yourself up, you brushed off any dirt that smeared onto your dark blue jeans. your eyes were glued to the ground as you tried to swiftly move past him the moment you could stand up.

"no, c'mon—" he pleaded, rolling his eyes and following you back into the house. he hadn't had a sip of booze. for once, his mind was completely in the clear.

eliza and karina sat on the kitchen counter, their shoulders pressed together while shared a beer bottle, possibly their 6th or 7th of the night. you seriously wondered what they even talked about. they didn't have much in common other than the fact that they both liked reeking havoc on innocent people. and you.

"did one of you fucking invite him?" you spat, stepping just a foot away from the two of them snatching the beer bottle from karina's hand, you held it tightly in your fist, your fingertips turning pink at the brute force.

"lip? yeah, i did! wait, did you guys break up, or something?" eliza laughed, twirling a red curl around her finger while she gave an obnoxious wave to lip as he stood behind you. he bit the inside of his cheek, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and balled into enraged fists.

your jaw had been nailed to the floor at this point. karina looked down at the ground in shame. she didn't care about your 'healing' or 'getting laid.' all she cared about was stirring shit. it was such a middle school stunt for a 19 year old girl to pull. finally snapping, you slammed the beer bottle onto the ground, watching it shatter into a million pieces. clenching your teeth, you looked back up to see the disturbed expressions on your 'friends' faces. they weren't allowed to make this decision for you. you would decide if and when you were ready to act like a normal fucking person around lip.

a boyfriend wasn't the only thing you lost. you lost a friend, a piece of yourself.

hot tears pricked at your waterline. you spun back around and darted towards the front door. shoving through people, your hands grabbing onto their arms and not-so-gently moving them out of your path. you could feel lip's footsteps behind you, his pathetic whines calling out for your name; calling out for his friend ex-girlfriend.

"hey, would you just fucking talk to me? please?"

you finally stopped, taking a deep breath and letting the salty tears that streamed down your face smudge your mascara before turning to face him. the angry knit of his brows from earlier was gone. his face relaxed, a breath of relief escaping his mouth when he could finally just look at you. he took in the sight of your tears, your swollen lips, your shoulders that tensed under your jacket, the way your jaw trembled when you cried.

"i don't wanna talk," you muttered as you shook your head, "i just—i don't wanna talk here. can we go upstairs, or something?"

you stared back, half of your bottom lip barred behind your teeth, analyzing every inch of him. the way his hair that ended at the middle of his ear had grown a bit too thick, the line that formed between his chin and his lower lip when he frowned, his short eyebrows, how prominent his philtrum was, and his blue eyes that caught your attention the day you met in 10th grade chemistry. you missed the way the top row of his small teeth would beam whenever he laughed.

"yeah," lip nodded, "we don't have to be down here, alright? c'mon," he reached for your hand, tilting his head as he tried to stare into you.

you worried about forgetting the feeling of his hands gently caressing your face, rubbing your back when he held you close, twirling your hair around his fingers, when his palms would indent the plush of your thighs, or when he'd grab onto your waist when you kissed him.

there was no way you'd ever forget now.

"jesus, lip—" you huffed through open-mouthed kisses, your fingertips digging into the flesh of his shoulders. the cold wall against your warm back made you shiver once he tore your shirt off from over your head, along with the jacket he zipped down and gently slipped it off from your arms as he trailed kisses from your jawline to your collarbones.

in the most needy, starved way possible, you tugged at his cotton t-shirt. almost as if he'd read your mind, despite him being on a completely different planet, he pulled away from your mouth and peeled his grey t-shirt off with the same hands that rubbed those fucking circles against your hips the way he always did when he kissed you again.

some things just never changed.

your fingertips pressed against his bare abdomen until they made their way up to his chest. you missed seeing that little triangle tattoo that tyler gave him in the school bathroom. kissing it, tracing your fingernails around the perimeter, occasionally biting and soothing the mark with your lips.

"fuck this stupid party," he scoffed, his hand getting a hold of your chin and tilting your head back up to face him. you looked into him through your lashes, lids low with desire. the look in your eyes ruined him.

"yeah. fuck it."

you glanced at his lips and back into his eyes, just for him to smash his mouth into yours again. it was a mess of teeth and tongue while you entangled your hands in his hair.

"shit—" lip detached himself from your mouth to fill his lungs with hair that smelled like your perfume and sex.

his hands cradled your face so gently it was like you'd break if he ever dared to let go. your hands moved over the groves of his arms and up to his shoulders over and over again, the feeling of soft, supple skin never getting old.

"c'mere, pretty girl," lip breathed against your ear, his hand wrapping your neck gently.

he desperately began sucking and biting the tender skin, coming back to comfort it with pecks and blows of fast, cool air. tuffs of curly blonde hair tickled your jawline every time. his veiny hands roamed down the sides of your torso, never traveling up, until you tried removing your bra yourself. lip shook his head, removing his hands from your hips and reaching behind you to unclip the uncomfortable fabric while you clung to his shoulders for support.

"lip—" you protested, slowly growing impatient.

"i got it, baby," he whispered, kissing your shoulder before carefully slipping the straps over your shoulders and off of your body. that pet name hadn't bounced off of his tongue and rang through your ears in weeks.

once he tossed the bra to the floor, your body relaxed as lip backed away just an inch or two to admire you. he smiled, teeth and all. maybe he really did miss you. your hands rested on his shoulders, slowly backing him up towards the bed of the guest room.

funny. you swore what you and lip had was more than the sex. and it was. you weren't lying about that. but my god, the crave for his skin against yours was unbearable. flashes of your hookups projected over your head. the moans that erupted from you while you tugged on his blonde curls for dear life as he pounded into your weeping cunt—you missed all of it.

"i can't believe you even showed up here," you muttered, using the pads of your fingertips to shove lip onto the soft mattress, silk sheets feeling cold against his back. he glared at you through furrowed brows, propping himself up on his elbows. but his expression softened when he saw you unbuttoning your jeans, zipping the fly down and hastily kicking them off.

"me? you—" he let out a shaky breath, gnawing at the inside of his mouth and sitting up right, "you haven't been out of the house for days."

he stared down at the white lacy underwear you wore, fighting the urge to get up and tear them down your ass until they fell at your ankles.

"and how the hell would you know that?"

you raised your eyebrows, signaling to lip to fall back again so you could reveal the aching bulge in his pants. that same bright smile of excitement made your stomach stir as you were unbuttoning and unzipping the denim that imprisoned his cock.

"been spyin' on you a little bit," he joked, but he wasn't totally kidding. for the past week and a half, he'd been taking 'shortcuts' to get to any destination just so he could briefly stop in front of your place. just to see if you'd ever come out and coincidentally run into him. he even started going to your usual hangout spots to see if you'd turn up.

but you never did. him even going to this party was solely based on the off chance that you might've been here. possibly with a new guy. but you weren't. you were alone. just like he often was.

"how sweet," you teased, tracing the tattoo on his chest. caving into your urges, you tilted your head lower to pet it with a kiss, your eyes closed before trailing your lips back up to his own. he huffed through his nose, laughing at your gesture. it was cute. you were cute. lips hands moved down to your hips, his fingers slipping underneath the waist band of your panties. that little puddle of arousal shining through the white fabric of your thong only egged lip on. he looked into your eyes for permission, not wasting any time to help you remove them the moment you nodded your head.

letting him pull them down the plush of your thighs, you turned just enough where you could slip them past your calf's where they pooled at your feet before finally slipping off onto the floor. a delicate hand reached to pull down the fabric of his boxers, his leaking, pink tip practically making you drool the moment his cock sprung out. the heat and humidity of the room making the thick vein down the side of his length twitch just the slightest. you felt a yearning heat build up in your core as you wiggled your hips closer.

"now," you reached between your thighs to coil your fingers round lip's hardening cock, "i need you to fuck me like you haven't gotten laid in a thousand years."

"that's pretty much what it's felt like." lip mumbled so quietly you barely caught it. he looked up at you, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he used his thumb to caress your cheek.

"wait, you—you haven't been with anyone else?"

lip paused, realizing he admitted to not seeing a single other person since you broke up. it almost surprised you that you weren't the only one who was sex deprived.

"fuck would that do? bring you back?" he tried to laugh, accidentally gasping at the feeling of your wet cunt brushing past his throbbing dick. you noticed this, smiling back at him and slowly trying to position yourself perfectly.

"well, you have me now."

those words were all it took. with one swift motion, lip finally caught a grip on the fat of your hips, guiding you gently down his cock, your wetness making a makeshift lubricant.

"always so fuckin' wet for me," lip praised, smiling at the sight of how easily he filled you up to the brim of your cervix. watching your face contort from slight discomfort and into full bliss was his fucking kryptonite. you gasped, the immediate stuffed feeling hitting your stomach. lip winced at the tight sensation, already cursing under his raspy breath and whispering incoherent praises. "so—so fuckin' tigh...fu–ck" you gave him some time to adjust, propping your hands behind you so you could grind against him just right.

lip began rolling your hips back and forth, wet sounds of sex filling up the room. whimpers of "fuck, yes lip," and "just like that," only made his sexual frustration worse.

"'missed you so fuckin' much, baby. shit—you make me feel amazing. so, so fuckin' good." his hands dig deeper into your hips, making their way to your ass to squeeze and occasionally slap the flesh. you flinched with a moan, his dick hitting your gummy walls at a slightly different angle each time.

"m—fuck, missed you too, lip. you have no idea," your lungs begged for air, your tits bouncing slightly at the constant movement of your hips as you chased your high. you looked down at him, tears of arousal filling up your hooded eyes. lip marveled at the sight of your pleasure, inching closer and closer to cumming inside of you right then and there—but he had to savor this. grunting

how could he have waited this long to make amends with you? his groans felt like they practically echoed and bounced off of the walls. he needed to focus on your needs tonight. he pried between your crotchets, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing sloppy, rough circles against the bundle of nerves.

"slower, hun," you cooed, moving up and down his cock to keep his tip pounding right into your g-spot every time. the idea of staying quiet had never been this hard—but the music and shouting from downstairs was bound to cover for the two of you. lip nodded his head, slowing down his pace and gently grinding his hips into yours as his thumb remained at work.

after the few moments of pure bliss, moans and cries of lip's name coming from you that he wished would last an eternity, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. similarly, you started forcefully catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling. your head went foggy, every word that fell out of your mouth turning into messy gibberish. lip could tell you were close, but he wasn't quite ready to give up.

"i don't think i'm gonna last any longer," lip clenched his teeth, his hand aching from prioritizing your pleasure while his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier. he'd been fucked out without even finishing a single time.

"me neither—"

desperately trying to get a hold of yourself, your body gave out. your thighs began to shake, your cunt contracting. trying to muffle your shrieks, you cupped a hand over your saliva-slick mouth. your hips moved as fast as you could ever dreamed was possible, forcing you to grab onto lip's shoulder blades for support. lip could literally see his dick rolling up and down your stomach as he moaned your name, his eyes screwed shut. finally, just at the very last second, he took every bit of strength left in his body to flip you over, your back pressed against the sheets while you reached your climax. he pulled out with a groan, white ropes of sticky cum coating your lower stomach and the space right under your tits.

makeup sex was not how you envisioned this night would go. but how could you complain?

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Ring my bell, part 3

part 2

steddie, omegaverse, flagging/signaling culture, getting together, mdni 🔞

Steve shivers with the cold, being mostly out of his pants in the back of Eddie’s van, his hand still buried in the alpha’s hair.

Eddie snuffles tighter against his crotch, purring his pleasure.

“Hey, Piggy,” Steve murmurs, staring softly down at him, noting the time from the digital face of Eddie’s watch, “I should be going, it’s getting late.”

Whimpering, Eddie kisses Steve’s hip as he slithers back. “Yeah, um, it is,” he says softly as he reaches blindly behind himself, grabbing the bandana from his back pocket, and handing it to Steve. 

Steve stares at the wet spot on Eddie’s jeans as he wipes between his legs. He drops the bandana, sure Eddie will huff his slick while he jerks off tonight, warmth filling his chest over how potent Eddie’s desire is for him. He misses the leg hole of his panties the first time, uncoordinated as he works his way back into his jeans.

The warm green scent in the van has gone sharp and bitter under the overwhelming sweetness of Steve’s cum. “Hey, Eddie,” Steve says, smiling when the alpha meets his eyes, “Got a pen?”

“Um…” Eddie digs through his backpack, finding a sharpie and handing it to Steve.

“Thanks.” Steve grabs his hand and scribbles his phone number into Eddie’s palm. “I get off work at 6 tomorrow. Call me.”

Eddie nods emphatically. “Okay. Yeah, I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Good boy.” Steve pats his cheek, grinning as Eddie leans toward him. “My little mushroom pig.”

Pouting, Eddie drops his head to hide against Steve’s shoulder and groans, “Never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“Nope! So, I guess you’ve gotta live up to your own hype.” Gripping Eddie’s chin, he turns his face towards him and kisses him slow and sweet. “Promise I’ll wash off my blockers before I see you again.”

A purr rumbles through Eddie’s chest. “Good. Wanna smell you everywhere.”

“I know.”

Eddie surprises him by kissing him hard, too much tongue that Steve gentles, ending with a soft nip at his lower lip. 

Finally, they pull apart, not really wanting to separate. “Good night, Eddie.”

“Night, Steve.”

🐽🐽🐽

His entire shift at Family Video drags, even on a busy Saturday, Steve feels every single minute he’s stuck there. The drive to drop Robin off and then to his own house feels even longer somehow. At least until he turns onto his street and sees a familiar, shitty van waiting in his driveway.

“I called a couple times today, and no one picked up, so I figured your folks were out of town,” Eddie says before popping the last bite of a Hostess cherry pie in his mouth. 

“Business trip,” Steve affirms, trying to stay nonchalant as he climbs out of his car and crosses over to the van. He takes Eddie’s right hand, fingers pressing into the simpler ring there. “You never said what this one means.” Steve taps against the band.

Eddie looks away and clears his throat. “It, um… It was my mom’s.” Steve squeezes his hand, perfectly ready to leave it at that, but Eddie looks up with a smile and squeezes back. “It’s a mood ring. She always said it was about seeing all the magic the world has to offer.”

“That’s beautiful.” Steve lifts their joined hands to his lips and kisses the space on Eddie’s finger just below the ring. “I thought I told you I was gonna shower before I saw you again.”

Blushing, Eddie leans back against the side of his van. “I can wait! Wherever you want me, I’ll wait.”

“Don’t wanna wait. We’ll just have to rearrange the evening’s schedule.” He grins, showing off his teeth.

Then he drags Eddie up to his room for another lesson in giving head, one that ends with him returning the favor. Steve’s pretty sure he sucked Eddie’s brain out through his dick, since he fell flat on his back on Steve’s bed after he came. 

Going to showers after, Steve takes his time, and finds Eddie exactly where he left him, soft cock hanging out of his pants. Steve brings him a warm washcloth, helps him get cleaned up and tucked away. Then he leads Eddie downstairs -and puts on the TV. 

His scent soft and clean, Steve lounges on the couch with Eddie cuddled close, the alpha’s nose pressed firmly against his mating gland. He has Eddie’s hand in his own, scenting at his palm and refraining from taking his thumb into his mouth. He’s trying to keep things calm for the rest of the night.

Steve always thought scentmates would work like in the movies: a jolt of lightning through his body that lets him know ‘this alpha is the one.’ Instead, Eddie’s scent makes him warm, in every way it’s possible to feel warm. The rightness of *knowing* Eddie is his pack, the same way he knows Dustin is his pack.

In that moment, Steve is glad to have his stupid padlock necklace off, never wearing it in water to protect the metal and keep his mother from nagging. But his neck isn’t locked away anymore. He’s pretty sure it belongs to Eddie.

part 4

[pearlfeline]

rookie

peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 900+

tw: black eye

a/n: this is short and it was in my drafts forever. and it was shorter than this before i added some stuff last night. posting it now for some validation and i want to feel better for my job interview tomorrow lol. hope its good enough.

“plwase unlokc your window!! OMW”

“I told him not to text and swing.” You mumbled to yourself.

You huffed, making your way to the window to save him the trouble and just lifted it wide open.

Peter flops in immediately, earning a yelp from you.

“Are you crazy?!” You held your hand to your chest.

“Heeeeelp.” He groans. Peter tugs at his mask, rolling his head back for you to see.

He had a black eye. “Make sure when you fall, you don’t land face first into a fire hydrant.” He tries his best to pry his swollen eye open.

“Since when do you fall?” You shake your head. Not expecting an answer, you walk off to the kitchen and open the freezer, grabbing a bag of assorted frozen fruit.

You come back to Peter flipping through channels on your TV, slumped on the bed.

“Put this on your eye.”

Peter gingerly takes the bag, holding it up to his bruise.

”Why are you getting hurt in the middle of the night?”

“Avengers make mistakes too.” He grumbled.

“Peter. It’s late.” You sighed.

“I know I know but I needed your help specifically.” He sits up mirroring the posture of someone who would hold a corporate meeting.

“Do my makeup please.”

You stare at Peter expressionless.

“Like with the skin paint thing.” He adds.

“For your black eye?”

“PLEEEAAASE! I can’t have May see me with another black eye. She said if the kids keep picking on me she’s gonna call the school.”

You roll your eyes, motioning him to follow you to your makeup drawer.

“Concealer.” You handed him the small bottle and heard him repeat after you.

“Concealer.” He nods.

“How long will this last?” He twists it open.

“Stop, you’re gonna dry it out. And not forever. So I’ll let you borrow it to reapply in the morning.”

“How do I do that?” He starts blinking rapidly the same time your finger pats into his under eye.

“No blinking! Just do what I’m doing here. See? You don’t even need a sponge sometimes.”

You try to ignore how close you were to him. Seeing Peter from this proximity was something you’d never think to do. You never noticed how many little freckles he had. They’re so faint. He had a little stubble from running around all day and chapped lips. Your eyes follow the line of his bottom lip, like a crack in the pavement. You could feel his breathing hit your hand as you pat into his skin. As you look up from his lips, you find him staring at you back.

“Done.” You reeled your hand back, clearing your throat.

Peter looks at himself through your small light up mirror. Seems simple enough.

“See? Good as new. Just a little swollen.” You comb his curl away from his forehead so he could clearly see the coverage.

“You’re the best.” He stares at his reflection in awe.

“I know.” You shrugged.

“Don’t touch it or it’ll come off.” You grab a small pouch to put the concealer in.

“Here. Don’t lose it. I splurged for this one.” You hand him the pouch and he nods profusely.

“Guarding it with my life.” He puts it in the small pocket of his backpack.

“Thank you.” He smiles.

“No problem.” You avoided his eyes, hopefully he didn’t see the heat rising to your cheeks. “Don’t keep May waiting.”

Peter nods, giving an awkward wave. “Right. See ya.”

Peter jumps out onto the fire escape. Quietly this time. Out of sight.

“See ya.” You said quietly to yourself.

The next morning, you woke up to a series of messages from Peter.

“she didnt suspect a thing HAHAHA” 12:32 AM

“thank u again btw” 12:33 AM

“it hurts to blink.” 12:34 AM

“ok goodnight ill let you know how it lasts thru the night.” 12:34 AM

“hi it disappeared a little bit but im gonna add some more i hope that’s ok” 9:12 AM

You bit your lip, your finger hovering over the facetime button. You click it without thinking too much of it, waiting for him to answer.

Peter comes into frame with a newly pale complexion. His entire face was covered in concealer.

“Hi.” He grins at the camera, oblivious to how ghostly he looked. This would’ve scared you if he didn’t answer the call in that ridiculous angle.

“Peter…” You sighed.

“What? Did I miss a spot?”

“…No. You can’t possibly miss any more spots I don’t think.”

Peter frowns at the camera, he thought he did well.

“Too much?” He chuckled, embarrassed.

You roll your eyes.

“This stuff covers everything. I don’t have freckles anymore.” He runs away at his cheek, showing that it wasn’t coming off.

“Did May see you yet today?” You sighed.

“No.. Should I take this off?”

Before you could answer, May quickly knocks on Peter’s door, and doesn’t wait to open the door.

“Hey, I’m thinking pizza for lunch-“

Peter turns to look at May and you could see her blurry face peek through behind Peter's shoulder on your screen. She widens her eyes and blinks a couple times.

“What… What is that?”

“Sunscreen.” Peter blurts out.

“Y/N and I are going to the beach.”

May knits her brows together, thinking if that’s really believable or not.

“There’s no beach near by.”

Peter silently stares at his aunt.

“...I’m eating this pizza with or without you .” May shrugs. “Have fun at the… beach.” She gives Peter a look and then closes the door.

Peter turns his attention back to his phone.

“The beach?” You squeaked out, attempting to stifle your laugh.

“I would hang up if I didn’t need help taking this off.” Peter says flatly.

You let out a groan. “Just get over here.”

[princessbrunette]

thinking abt mouse!reader x jj x kook!pope trying to hide an at first minor foot injury cos she has a big audition or smth coming up and she refuses to miss it :((

but as it gets worse they both notice her hobbling around and wincing whenever she walks and literally force her to stay home the night of the audition, even thought it kills them to make her sad her health comes first always

them having to hold her while she cries and yells at them for the first time cos she wanted to do it so bad :(( i love her sm u guys don't get it

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it was a full blown tantrum. crying and thumping on chests, snot gathering beneath your sore nostrils. honestly, it was the most noise you’d ever made in one sitting — and you’d been double penetrated.

jj has managed to subdue you, having you curled on a ball in his lap, one fist clutching his shirt and the other clutching popes sweater threateningly as you let out hoarse sobs against his chest. there was a little inkling in the back of popes throat, an itch he wanted to scratch to tell you that you were being a little dramatic and that it wasn’t like someone had died, but he darent — not right now, not whilst you were like this.

the breakdown hadn’t occurred because they sat you down and told you that you were far too injured to compete, it occurred because you knew they were right. you were sneaky by nature, always good at hiding when you’d stolen something or slightly twisting things occasionally as to not get in trouble with the protective pair — but this was something that you couldn’t hide. the slight winces and secret downing of pain meds had turned to limping to full blown hobbling. you were scared, and the boys telling you out loud that you were too injured to compete made it all the more real.

“look, what can i do t’make it better? cheese? y’want cheese? i’ll run to the store right now and buy you that fancy ass board. y’know the one you asked me for last week but i only had two dollars and an old sucker in my pocket?” jj rocks you, forehead creased in urgency like he just wanted to spring up and fix the problem immediately. pope stares into space, rubbing at his jaw in thought.

“no! i want to compete!” you complain, making the blonde sigh.

“yeah, well… we just can’t have that right now sweetcheeks, y’know we ain’t tryna hold you back…” he genuinely sounds upset, wishing there was a way around this. popes hand moves to your back, rubbing it in circles like you’re a newborn baby who won’t sleep through the night. “what can i do, babe?” jj groans quietly, mostly thinking out loud.

“nothing.” pope speaks suddenly and firmly, a calm yet film tone in his voice. “we can’t do anything. but look at me, sweetheart—” he cups your chin and gently guides you to look up at him. his eyes are all wide and desperate, begging you to understand him and you soften, realising only now how difficult you were being. “this is for the best. what kind of boyfriends would we be if like… we just let you go and dance on your injured foot? you could injure it further and then, what? you never dance again? not on my watch.”

your shoulders sink a little, his words getting through to you finally. you sniffle, a few more fat tears rolling down your cheeks and jj is quick to swipe them. “c’mon, no more o’that.” he mutters.

“so tonight…” pope stands, dusting his sweatpants down and grabbing his phone. “you’re gonna sit, and rest that foot. we’re gonna watch a movie and order pizza.” he decides, leaning down again to be eye level with you. you blink slowly, nodding slightly filling the two with relief.

“but i get to pick the movie. sorry, nothin’ you can do about it.” jj grins, tickling your ribs and you let out a raspy giggle.

“no, jj, you don’t. last time you picked something weird.” pope calls as he wanders off to the bathroom.

“yo mamas weird.” jj mutters in retaliation, shifting you on his lap so that he could dig the tv remote from the centre of the couch.

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[dmercer91]

same old, same old | charred wings au, qh43

in which matthew was right. (1.7k)

heeyyyyyyyy. welcome to the angst filled pit in my brain that is the charred wings au!! love u guys

it would've been weird for quinn to mention, or even allude to robin, during his acceptance speech for the norris. she knew that, and truly was not expecting any sort of appreciation.

so, she really had no idea why it stung so much when her role in his life wasn't brought up while he was thanking all the people closest to him.

what would he have even said? thank you, to my fuck buddy robin, who routinely cheats on her boyfriend with me! couldn't have done it without her.

she told herself that matthew had gotten into her head- that she felt linked to quinn's winning of the norris due to the conversation between her and her brother a few days prior. and though that wasn't true, she was gonna leave it at that.

she waited until the next award was being announced to stand up and leave for a smoke, mumbling about her plans to her brothers and sister and making her way out onto the porch.

her phone started ringing just in time for her to light her cigarette. she furrowed her brow gently, pulling it out of her pocket and watching as the screen lit up with quinn's name and the contact photo she hadn't bothered to change since they were sixteen.

no matter how badly she wanted to let it ring- she couldn't bring herself to turn the phone off.

she pressed it to her ear and exhaled a 'hey' along with the smoke of her fix

"smokin' again?" was the first thing he said, a smirk evident in his tone.

"never stopped. you call to quiz me?" she asked, taking a hint of an attitude with him. she'd rather seem annoyed than eager, she told herself.

"hm. called to ask if you're watchin' the awards" he clarified, and she could hear rustling in the background, figuring he was off to somewhere more private

"yeah. tell lukey m' proud of him for placing top three" she chided, and quinn could hardly hide his scoff.

the sound made a smile creep up on robin's face as she smooshed her cigarette into the stairs of the porch. she stayed outside, though. knowing she was gonna try her best to keep this conversation a secret from matt.

"not proud of me?" he fished, and she blinked. he didn't usually correct her when she would take this kind of route to get out of complimenting him.

usually, he'd stay irritated, knowing it was her way of pretending she didn't want anything to do with him.

she wasn't particularly fond of the change.

"thought you said you didn't call to quiz me. if you're tryna get off i suggest you wait until you aren't at an extremely public eve-"

"robin," he interrupted, sighing over the phone. he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and shook his head at himself

he should've known she wasn't gonna take it seriously.

"i can't just want to call you?" he asked, sincerity dripping from his words and hurt hardly masked by it. she responded with silence, thinking of what she could possibly say to him

after a moment, she decided she was going to test the waters.

"why did you really call, quinn?" she murmured, whisper quiet. the churning in her stomach almost had her lighting another cigarette.

he sighed, running his hands through his hair and letting his head thud on the wall behind him. "it's kind of a big deal, robbie. winning something like this"

".. and?" she bit her lip, running the charm on her necklace back and forth across the chain.

"and you're important to me." he said, with full conviction, like his words weren't going to jab her in the heart. and he paused, picked back up again

"if i could've thanked you in that speech i would've, baby. before anyone"

"don't call me that," she stated, quietly and shakily.

"i don't want to argue, robin, that's not what i'm doing here," he tried, frustration evident in his voice.

"then what the hell are you doing? what am i supposed to say to that? 'you're fucking welcome'?" she said, starting to raise her voice a little, hurt and confusion getting the best of her

"jesus christ, you don't need to say anything, robbie, i wasn't expecting you to say anything. but you could at least not bite my head off when i'm trying to be genuine,"

tears pooled robin's eyes, and the only think she could think to do was keep biting back, keep hiding behind the wall of bullshit she'd been building

"okay, well, you called me out of nowhere to tell me that you wanted to thank me in your acceptance speech and that i'm important to you and i don't really know how to react to that, quinn, so i'm sorry for not just absorbing it and going on about my life pretending it's not weird"

quinn laughed. the sound coming through the phone and immediately causing a pang in robin's chest, for the tears welled in her waterline to start spilling down her face quietly

"we spent the last year living together, and it's weird to you that i care about you? that i want to call you when i hit milestones and that i'm not just being a fucking coward about the way i feel for you?"

he figured he wen't a little too far when he heard her sniffles through the line.

"fuck you, quinn." she breathed out, still trying her best to cover how stuffed up she sounded and how hoarse her voice was getting, the tremor vibrating throughout her body

"robbie, baby, that's not how i meant it-" he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling his stomach drop at the sound of her shaking breaths

"fuck off, it's different for me. and i know that you really couldn't care less, because you refuse to acknowledge him, but i'm not ready to pretend he doesn't exist" she whispered, everything she was trying so hard to hide coming through the phone despite her efforts, and effectively rendering quinn speechless.

eventually, he found his voice "you can do so much better than him. it doesn't mean forgetting he exists, though, robbie,"

"yeah, okay. if you're trying to prove that point you're doing a really shit job," she wiped her nose, trying to calm herself down and cursing herself for finding that comfort in the hum of his voice

"bullshit, robin. brady's even saying he hasn't seen you as happy as you are in van since the ntdp days. s' all i want, is for you to be happy" he tried, smiling a little as she hummed

and neither of them really understood how it always seemed to go like this- an argument, started for no reason with no real fighting, ended in a matter of seconds with no resolution, no change. nothing ever changed.

they were still in love. she was still in denial. he was still going to try and fight his way out of a casual relationship. they were still going to come back to each other, if they ever left, and she was still going to hate herself for it.

from zero to a hundred, and right back down to zero with hardly any time to blink

"whatever we have, quinn. i need it to stay just.. what it is, for now. please? you need to let me go at my own pace" her words meant nothing by the time they hit his ears, because no matter how he responded, he wouldn't stop trying to prove she loved him back

"as long as you're still mine in vancouver, i think i can deal with the offseason" no, he couldn't

"don't think i could keep away if i tried," and with that, was finally some semblance of the truth. quinn grinned to himself, nearly from ear to ear and his heart swelled in his chest

"good. n' hey, get some sleep tonight, robbie. been a long couple days for you, i'll bet" she bit her lip, nodding in agreement despite the faceless aspect of their conversation

"g'night, quinny" she whispered, finally dropping the necklace pendant she’d still had kept between her fingers

"goodnight, baby," and there was the nickname again- going without argument, despite the boundary she'd set merely five minutes ago. they would never change and they didn't want to.

and as the sound of robin's phone signalled that the call was ended, she held it to her chest, and tears began rolling again.

she hardly had a moment to herself before the front door opened and caught her attention

it was matt, giving her a knowing look as he sat down next to her and took a cigarette from her pack, lighting it and taking a drag, giving it to her.

"quinn called?" and she just gave him a look, contemplating keeping the cigarette to herself out of spite.

"figured when your smoke break took fifteen minutes" he joked, smirking down at her

"you're a dick" she mumbled, handing him the cigarette and leaning her head on his shoulder

"you're crying.” he stated in retaliation, “went bad?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows, putting an arm around her

"it went like it always does." she sighed, shaking her head as he tried to hand the fix back to her, watching as he put it out.

"except this time i bitched cause he told me he cared about me, after i fully set him up to say it, so, there's that" she rolled her eyes at herself, leaning further into her brother

"take your time, kid. but i think you know where you want this to go and i think you've gotta start working with that," he said, his calm demeanour doing well to put robin a little more at ease

"i know, matty. i'm just scared." she whispered, looking up at him with a look he'd never wanted to see on her face

"i get it. i'm here though, and brae, n' taryn. you know that," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she wiped a new string of tears from her face.

she nodded, sniffling "i love you, big brother"

"love you too, little sister,"

[angelcakestarlet]

salvatore part 3.0

richie jerimovich x reader

warnings: age gap, cheating (eventually) (guys it's for the plot i swear), drugs mentioned, swearing.

guys this part is gonna be divided into two bc it didn't fit into one post :< they've been posted at the same time, u can find part 3.5 on my acc! thanks 4 all the love cuties <3

most people would call richie an asshole, it was just his nature y'know? how he walked around with that smirk you couldn't wipe off his face, fucking with cousin, trying to 'man the ship' and take control with his abrasive voice and attitude. after you got hired at the beef though, everyone wondered to what extent of an asshole richie really was. carmy and tina were on his ass the most, gifting him a quick smack on the shoulder or upside the head whenever they caught him staring at you, eyes trailing you out the door. they knew he could be an asshole, obviously, but they wondered if he was really the type of guy to take one look at your gleaming eyes and full cheeks and not be able to help himself. everyone in the kitchen called you 'baby', there was no avoiding how obviously young you were. richie knew, of course he knew, the way you looked up at him through your long lashes. the bags under your eyes nowhere near as dark and deep as his or carmy's. you were achingly sweet, and it killed him. when you smiled at him, bidding him his daily 'good morning, richie!' he felt his teeth rot in his mouth. like he wanted to store you away in his pocket and never let anyone ruin that sparkle you held behind your eyes. yet at the same time, if it was up to him, he could be the one to do it. a reminder he felt every time he played with the ring on his left hand. god, he could ruin your life if you let him. it's not like actively wanted to, but whenever he caught a glimpse of the sun hitting your soft skin he felt something intangible. so when you came up behind the alley and sat next to him on your first day, and he saw the way your glossed lips wrapped around his cigarette he knew he couldn't help himself, he wouldn't. he saw it that day, a part of you is sick enough to want this too. from that point on, you play along. his sweet names for you, soft touches, like he wanted to guide you, teach you. 

"tell baby she can't be ringing in the orders all at once, cousin!" carmy yelled over at richie through the expo. "well maybe if you picked up the pace, did the damn system the way it's meant to be done you'd get it done, cousin." richie yells back rolling his eyes, he was being stubborn about all of carmen's new 'rules'. "just tell her, asshole!". richie threw his hands up, exiting the kitchen to find you ringing in orders on the new tablet that only you can seem to figure out. he comes up beside you, gently pulling your hand off the screen. you turn, recognizing richie's strong cigarette and minty aroma. "cousin's being a little bitch so i'm just gonna need you to slow down on ringing in orders. alright, sweetheart?" he nods his head towards you. "oh shit, i'm sorry richie i forgot you guys were short staffed today! if you want i can help back there-" richie chuckles at you stumbling over your words. "no no, don't worry about it, doll. you keep your pretty little self up here-" he grabs your shoulders facing you back towards your tables, "and let me worry about what's going on back there". you let out a small laugh and agree, feeling his big hands gripping your shoulders. "keep raking in those tips, baby!" he yells back as he makes his way back into the kitchen. "yo, you told her, cousin?" carmy questions as richie walks back into the hectic kitchen. "yeah fuck off, she's doing great out there. that face brings in the big bucks man" sydney throws her head back at his words, "richie you can't be saying that! i think even the way you look at her is an HR violation." "syd, fuck off, i am HR" he responds with a cocky tone making sydney roll her eyes.

it was a few days after the day of the game, and the little show richie put on to protect you from some drunk asshole. he had laughed to himself the entire way home, imagining your 'boyfriend' picking you up that night. and every night after work as a matter of fact. how you'd go home to him and lay in bed thinking about richie. his hands, the scruff on his face, the shadow his figure casted over you when he stood behind you, the way his gaze imprinted on you, and the way his voice changed when directed towards you. richie could always clock the want in your eyes, almost like you would surrender yourself to whatever would fall from his mouth. finding out about your boyfriend just confirmed his suspicions; you were just the type of girl who's looking for someone to take good care of her. 

it was the following friday night after a particularly stressful shift at the beef (when wasn't it) and tina had rounded everyone up, convincing everyone to head to the bar. "ugh, but tina i'm all sweaty" you frowned, always wanting to head out looking your best. "baby throw on a dress and some lipstick and i promise you'll look just fine, mija." she came up to you, reaching up to flatten your fly aways with her small hands. "plus who you trying to look good for anyways, richie?" she laughed but then quickly noticed your red face and paused. "what?" you asked slowly with a nervous tinge. "don't tell me you got the hots for richie, girl." she looked at you, eyebrows as crinkled as ever. after your lack of response she let out a long sig, "ay no, niña. i love that boy, i really do but he is bad news. plus baby he's too old for you, my god, and you're too pretty. no no no you stay away from him." she ranted on before you could even get a word in. "no, tina! i don't, I promise!" you exclaimed, she stared unconvinced, "plus i've got a boyfriend". "hmmm, okay, i'm watching you girl. go get ready." her tone still sounded unconvinced, just a bit more at ease knowing you're at least 'taken'. you quickly composed yourself in the dim fluorescent's of the beef's bathroom as everyone made their way to the bar. slapping on some lipstick, your hoops, and trying to manage as much of your hair as you could. "wepa!! look at you, come on let's go before everyone gets drunk by the time we get there" tina pulls you off into her car. 

pt 3.5 up now!!

[bcolfanfic]

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “It’s ok. We’ll figure it out - together.”

i lowkey wanna request this w one of the uncles and the yv kids 🥹 torn between sawyer and gale anddddd meadow and john so u pick!

surprise i split the prompt and did both!

uncle buck and sawyer blakely <3

"Sawyer, hey what’s wrong?" Gale asked gently, the twelve-year-old swiping at his nose with his sleeve as he sniffled. He'd slipped his shoes off since the last time Gale had looked over at him as he was helping Blakely get their stuff packed into the car, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Don’t wanna go home," He said, voice wobbly. "I don’t- don’t have friends at school, and I like it when we’re all here because then I do have friends," Sawyer continued, picking at a thread on his jeans.

Gale's heart twisted in his chest. He'd believed Blakely and Helen when they said this past week in Wyoming was the least wound up they'd seen Sawyer in a while. He wasn't as rambunctious as the others had figured out they had the space to be running around the Bucks property causing trouble. But he was content to play Animal Crossing in the basement with Micah, and was chattier at dinner with anyone than Gale remembered him being when he'd seen him a little over a year ago.

"You’re still gonna see most of ‘em at home bud, the only ones that don’t live there are our crew." Gale said as he sat down next to him. "And we’re gonna be in New York to visit in a couple months,"

Sawyer only huffed, resting his chin on his knees.

"’s not the same." He said into the material of his jeans, punctuated by a hiccup. "Don’t know what’s wrong with me, I try to talk to people- but nobody wants to talk to me, they just don’t like me,"

Sawyer's breath hitched and Gale felt his throat tighten, ducking his head down for a second to compose himself. It wasn't new information- he'd heard bits and pieces of it from Blakely. But it wasn't issue he'd had with Josie or Micah- and he found himself wishing he had a better sense of how to navigate it.

Wringing his hands, Sawyer looked at Gale expectantly.

"There's nothing wrong with you bud," He said after a moment, reaching a hand for the back of his shoulder, feeling the tremble in it still under the press of his palm. "You're a great kid- gonna find your people who see that- just gotta give it time,"

Sawyer took a shaky inhale and a few more tears escaped on the exhale, chin wobbling as he budged closer into Gale, hiccupping until he was positioned to let out a little sob into his neck.

"I know, you're okay," Gale murmured, trying to fish his phone out of his pocket without jostling the boy too much.

To: John ❤️

Can u tell Helen to come back in the house? Sawyer is a little upset about leaving.

-

uncle bucky and meadow biddick <3

Every second since Micah had come flying down the stairs a few hours ago screeching that Meadow was pregnant- that JJ had gotten her pregnant, had felt like some sort of fever dream. A fever dream John was only halfway jostled out of when his phone rang just as he was about to brush his teeth, the twenty-two-year old's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"That Meadow?" Gale said when he saw how John was looking at his phone from the doorway, John giving a little nod as he picked up the call, walking out of the bathroom to sink down into bed.

"Hey Mead," He started, soft. He could hear her breathing- and sniffling, on the other end.

"Have you talked to my dad?" She asked when she found her words.

"No, kiddo," he answered softly, absently rubbing the edge of his phone case with this thumb. "But Micah kind of told me what’s going on."

The line was quiet for a moment, Meadow's voice cracking a little when she spoke up.

"I don’t think he loves me anymore," She said, John's chest and his grip on his phone tightening.

He knew that wasn't true- would never be true no matter what she did. But from the bits and pieces he'd heard from Josie and Micah about how things had gone at the Crosbys, he almost couldn't blame her for being so wound up.

"No, hey- no, that’s not true at all," John said, tone a little firmer. "I haven’t talked to him yet, but I don’t need to to tell you that much."

"But he’s so mad," She said as her voice shook. "You weren’t there- I thought he was gonna kick me out till Jeanie said I could spend the night with them and he got all mad at her too."

John dropped his head back against the headboard, holding back a dry laugh when he saw the concerned look Gale threw him from where he was getting undressed.

"I'm gonna wring Curt's neck." He mouthed across the room at him before he went back to trying to think of something to say to Meadow that might actually be helpful.

"I’ve seen your dad mad a lotta’ times in my life,” He tried. “And he's got a cooler head in there somewhere, just takes some time for it to prevail."

"How much time?" she cut in before he'd fully finished his sentence. "He won’t even listen to daddy- I heard them arguing ‘cause he told him to calm down- he hates me."

John heard her breath hitch on the end and felt a lump forming in his throat as he listened to her resolve crumble. She tried to catch her breath to little avail, a sob escaping between sniffles.

"It’s okay, Mead," John said, gentle- and wishing Wyoming was a closer hop and skip from New York. "Don’t gotta cry, you're breakin’ my heart sweetie. I promise he doesn’t hate you- swear it on my life."

Meadow’s shaky inhale was enough to tell him she didn’t believe a word of that. But she managed to get herself calmed down at least- he imagined somewhat due to her sister coming in, Bry's voice entering faintly into the background.

"We’re gonna figure this out together- but you should try to get some sleep first, 'kay?' he said when he heard Bry pause, tapping his fingers against the back of his phone case.

"'Kay, Uncle Bucky."

Her voice was still wobbly, but she wasn't hyperventilating anymore and that was enough for him to feel okay about passing things over to her sister. He let out a sigh when he hung up, his phone buzzing a few seconds later.

curt biddick

Was Meadow on the phone with you just now?

John rubbed a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with an exhale before he went to respond.

john egan

Go tell your kid you still love her. Was breaking my heart listening to her cry like that.

Read 11:57pm

The blue bubble indicating Curt was typing blinked for a second before it disappeared and didn't return. John chewed on the inside of his cheek, annoyed at the stubbornness he in most ways felt he'd grown more acclimated to than anyone.

He gave it five minutes before shooting off another text.

john egan

I get it man, I do. But if you’re not gonna let her stay with the Crosbys you need to make her staying with her dads feel like a good thing. Flipping out isn't helping unless you want her running off to JJ once you're asleep.

The bubble blinked again- and a response followed it this time.

curt biddick

Got it. Thx.

[fields-of-grimes]

Sweet with a little spice | Carl Grimes

Request: if your ok with it would u be up to do a Carl x reader who’s Daryl’s daughter and she’s girly but badass like Ada from resident evil? Please make it fluffy and romantic if your ok with it 🫣😫

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

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You were standing in the middle of your room twisting and turning in front of your mirror trying to see all the angles of the clothes you were trying on. Whenever someone in Alexandria asks who your family is, they never believe you when you say you’re Daryl Dixon’s daughter, not because they think you’re weak but because you squeal like a little kid on Christmas when you see or hear anything about clothes or makeup.

You jumped slightly at the sound of your door opening, but you smiled when you saw Carl appear in your mirror. “Hey baby, how was the run?” You asked him as you turned to face him slightly scanning over him to see if he had anything behind his back for you but mostly to make sure that we was okay. “It was good, i was gonna stop at some makeup store we passed and get you some stuff but we got overrun by a heard of walkers.” He said making you gasp and run to him completely ignoring the fact that the clothes you spent so long smoothing out had fallen on the floor from you practically jumping over the bed to assess your loving boyfriend.

“Are you okay!? Did you get bit, scratched, hurt?” You asked him frantically making him laugh at how concerned you are. “Y/N baby I’m fine i promise, now let’s take these clothes to Carol and have her iron them to get the wrinkles out yeah?” He asked walking around you and very carefully picking up the clothes on the floor. You smiled and grabbed some clothes as well before following him.

As you both were walking one of the newer kids walked past you before laughing, “Wow big and strong Carl Grimes is carrying clothes instead of helping on the wall just wait until Daryl hears about this.” He continued walking before you stopped and very carefully handed the clothes you were carrying to Carl making sure he had a good grip on them before storming after the kid.

“Hey kid listen!” You shouted before grabbing his arm forcing him to face you. “Let’s get one thing straight here kid, i get it you’re new and don’t know a lot of things but I’m gonna let you know one thing so make sure you’re listening pipsqueak, my name is Y/N Dixon.” You said causing the kids eyes to widen. “Daryl is your..your” he stuttered before you scoffed at him, “My dad, and Carl here just got back from a run with his parents, Rick and Michonne, so before you go spitting out your words you might wanna know who you’re smarting off to.” You growled before releasing him and storming back to Carl.

“Damn babe that was hot.” Carl said laughing as he handed some of the clothes back to you, as you both continued on to Carol’s. You both were almost there when Carl stopped walking. “Oh shit i almost forgot.” He said slipping a hand into his pocket, you furrowed your brows at him. “What?” You asked him becoming even more confused as he just continued walking after pulling something out of his pocket, you quickly followed him as you realized he had already made it inside Carol’s house.

“Hey Carol could you iron these? Y/N accidentally knocked them onto the floor and i don’t want her to have to walk around in wrinkled clothing, i want only the best of the best for her.” He explained as Carol agreed and told you both where to place the clothes. After you both put the clothes down and said your goodbyes to Carol, he took you to the lake.

“Here sit on this.” Carl spoke as he took his flannel off and placed it on the ground for you to sit on. You smiled and did so, Carl sat next to you seeming nervous. “You alright? Did that kid say something else i didn’t hear cause i swear to god i will go get dads crossbow and shove it up his ass.” You said as you started to get up, but only to be pulled back down. “No he didn’t say anything, and besides i don’t think Daryl would appreciate you giving him his crossbow back after its been up someone’s ass.” He said laughing. “I told Carol that i want the best of the best for you, and i was going to wait until our anniversary but please don’t kill me when i say this, but i actually don’t know when that is, so im going to give this to you now.” He said handing you a box.

You furrowed your brows once more before opening the box to reveal a necklace with a letter C on it. “Oh my god Carl i love it!” You said kissing him softly, “and don’t worry i don’t know when our anniversary is either but who cares because as long as im with you i don’t need dates, or fancy dresses and dinners, i just need you Carl Grimes.” You said making him smile and blush. “And i only need you Y/N Dixon.”

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I’m sorry if this was bad, like I’ve stated before I’ve never seen or played resident evil

[bloodmoonmuses]

the weatherman's weathered heart | mark lee

genre: weatherman! mark lee x reader, enemies to lovers, slowburn-ish

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chapter two: the shirt

You resent letting your sense of justice prevail as you slither into Mark’s junky ass Prius. It’s cluttered with files and binders in addition to textbooks that are strewn haphazardly across the backseat. Most of the books are about meteorology, but you spot a music theory textbook as well.  

You sit quietly in the passenger seat, fiddling with your hands. Despite having a driving license, you don’t have a car of your own, resulting in you usually catching a ride with Hongjoong when needed. To be honest, you don’t really have many friends outside of Hongjoong. Perhaps you need to get out more- you’ve forgotten how to socialize. The awkward atmosphere is suffocating.

For a bit, you contemplate calling the whole thing off. Maybe this wasn’t necessary. Maybe you could be a nice person for the sake of being nice, instead of extorting the man for a shirt.

Then, you glance at your top, the coffee stain staring back at you angrily. It was a gift from Hongjoong, actually- a silk blouse he had thrifted in Japan. You wear it so often, it’s worn at the seams. It was due for a replacement anyway. Now you could do so on someone else’s dime.

At last, Mark breaks the silence. “What store do you wanna go to?” he asks. Since it’s thrifted, you’re not even sure where your blouse is from, nor do you know where to get something similar.

“Could you, um, check the brand on my tag?” you ask.

Mark gives you a look. It’s a mostly neutral one, but there’s something in his eye as he puts his phone down to fulfill your request. “Here,” he says, “turn around.” 

You do as you’re told and Mark places his fingers on the collar of your top, flipping it outward to read the tag. Briefly, his fingertips make contact with your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You hope he doesn’t notice you shudder.

“It says…Banana Republic. I think there’s one across town.” When Mark pulls away from you, you instantly miss his warmth. The feeling of loss settles in your gut, the ache extending to your tender fingertips. 

You’re touch-starved. And it’s cold out. (-is what you tell yourself to justify your yearning body.  Shaking the thoughts away, you put on your seatbelt. 

Mark puts the address into a navigation app and drives away from the printing shop. When you’ve been riding for a few (silent) minutes, you get a text from Hongjoong:

HJ (derogatory): [Spotify Link] “Make His Pockets Hurt” by Lil Kayla. Listen Now!

You: [eye roll emoji]

HJ (derogatory): u know what to do.

You roll your eyes, in real life this time, stifling a laugh. Mark eyes you in the rearview mirror. 

“What’s so funny?” he says, pouting for being left out of the joke. Cute. 

“Nothing!” you say. You close out of Hongjoong’s message, putting your phone back in your purse. 

The Banana Republic you arrive at is desolate. There’s an old lady at the cashier, who genuinely looks like she’s on the brink of death- respectfully. You and Mark linger around the front entrance, unsure of how to proceed.

You glance at him. “Should I… grab a few things and try them on?”

“I don’t care. As long as I can get that paper edited,” he retorts, aimlessly scrolling on his phone. Not cute. 

“Suit yourself.” You begin to peruse the blouse section, picking up a few beige ones. One has a ruffle at the neck, one has a bow and the final one has puffy sleeves. As you gather options, Mark takes a seat in the waiting area outside of the dressing rooms.

“Okay, gonna try these on,” you tell him, gesturing with your head. Mark waves you off wordlessly, promptly returning to his phone.

You end up liking the blouse with the bow the most. It’s a little cuter than your usual style, but you wanted to try something new. When you walk out of the dressing room with the top, Mark looks at you incredulously. 

“You’re getting that?” he says.

“Well, what would you suggest, Mark?” You’re a bit agitated. You wanted this to be an in-and-out situation, not a day-long ordeal. Also, what’s wrong with the bow blouse? It’s nice!

Mark looks you over, again, then glances at the blouse as if it had cursed his mother. “Anything but that.”

Now you’re the one pouting. “I don’t really care about your opinion. So.”

“I’m not paying for that hideous thing,” Mark states, crossing his arms with finality. 

You sigh, attempting to make your voice sound less annoyed. “That takes me back to my previous question. What would you suggest?” 

Mark looks around. “Gimme a sec.”

Before you know it, Mark is heading towards the blouses, scanning the selection. Instead of all beige, Mark picks up an array of tops in jewel tones. He looks at you, then the tops, then you again, deciding to put down a maroon top.

“Too flashy.” He simply says. Mark shoves the pile of tops into your arms, jutting his head towards the dressing rooms. “Are you gonna try these on or what?” 

So pushy, you think, but you do as you’re told. This time, you walk out each time you try on a new top, Mark giving feedback on each option.

The plum top ages you, Mark says. The golden blouse is cut too similarly to the despised bow top, and the lighter green top is too fluorescent. It isn’t until you walk out in an emerald blouse with a v-neckline, that Mark’s critiques come to a halt.

“What? This one’s hideous too?” you say. You swear you see his eyes flick downwards for a half a second. Your face gets hot.

Mark coughs. “It’s fine, I guess.”

You roll your eyes. “Then let’s get it. I guess. Need to get back to the shop anyway.”

After changing out of the shirt, you walk up to the register behind Mark. Maybe you’re overly frugal, but sixty dollars for a piece of fabric is insane to you. Hongjoong will be happy, at least. Though, the top looks nothing like the one he got you. 

As she’s ringing him up, the lady behind the register looks at you and Mark. “Buying this blouse for your partner here, I assume?” Then she turns to you. “This color is gonna look lovely on you.” 

Mark scrunches his nose. “Not my partner,” he quickly amends. “We’re… uh.. acquaintances.”

With that, the two of you exit the store.

The car ride back to the printing shop is even more awkward than the ride out. You feel bad for practically blackmailing the guy, especially considering there was no guarantee the newspaper would edit the article. Speaking of which-

“So if it isn’t tax fraud, what did you do?” you say without really thinking. The curiosity was killing you. You expect Mark to brush you off immediately, but he answers promptly.

“Huh? Oh, you mean the article.” He turns into the parking lot, switching off the ignition. You look at Mark, expecting him to exit the car, but he sits. For a moment, he’s lost in thought, eyes far away from the small space you share. 

“Hey, I’m just kidding-” 

“I’m-” Mark cuts you off, “divorced… and the journalist included my ex wife’s name. It read more like a tabloid than a genuine interview. I was just expecting something more… earnest. Not sure why,” he admits. 

You’re not exactly sure how to respond to this. If anything, you’re fascinated. Mark looks so young, no older than 25. 

He’s fallen in love, gotten married and divorced in that time? It must’ve been a pretty bad fall out- he can barely get the word “divorce” out of his mouth. Plus, the lengths he’s willingly to go to to have this article axed is evidence enough of the hurt. This wound is fresh. And that “journalist” is an asshole. 

“Don’t do that,” Mark says, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Do what?” 

“Pity me,” Mark says. “Don’t pity me.” 

“I don’t pity you,” you huff. “This whole situation sucks. I’m really sorry.”

Mark chuckles. “Don’t be sorry either.”

“Sorry- I mean, okay.” 

A beat passes, during which neither of you say anything, and Mark shifts to look at you. For real this time. Not through a mirror.

“Do you think they’ll change the article?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. 

Probably not, you think. But for his sake, to rid his eyes of the pain glistening in them, you hope to god those assholes at the newspaper get rid of that part as requested.

“Yeah. Of course.” You exit the car, shoulders tense with anxiety.

Hongjoong is at the front counter, sketching in a notepad, when you and Mark walk into the printing shop.

“Have fun?” Hongjoong inquires.

“Not really,” you say, placing your shopping bag on the counter. 

Hongjoong inspects its contents, humming in approval of the blouse. “Not bad,” he says.

Mark scoffs. “Should I take down your number?” he asks you.

“Yeah, probably.” You write it down and hand it over. “I’ll shoot you a text when I hear back from the newspaper goons.”

Mark laughs at this and leaves. The yearning in your gut returns. 

When it’s time to close up the shop, Honjoong packs up his things with record speed. Slinging a messenger bag over his shoulder, he says, “Wanna come over for drinks?” 

“Yeah, I’ll take a cab to your place. Gotta make a phone call real quick.” you reply.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait for you,” Hongjoong contests.

“Don’t wanna hold you up. Get outta here, nerd.”  You wave your hand at him, shooing him off. 

Hongjoong lingers in the entryway regardless, shooting daggers with his eyes. “You and your secrets…” he says.

“Secret? What secret?” You quirk an eyebrow, feeling sheepishly defensive. 

“Save it. I’ll let it slide this time,” Hongjoong states. “My place in thirty?”

You nod.

“Cool.” He lights a cigarette on his way out.

With Hongjoong now gone, you take out your phone and call the newspaper office. You’ve been printing for Jackson for years now, so you’re sure he can make an exception this one time- even if a little schmoozing is necessary. You put on your kiss-ass voice, hyping yourself up as the phone rings.

“Hey, Jackson! It’s _____ at Jagerman Printing Co.! Yes… Um, we actually had a power outage here. That, coupled with the order screw-up by the intern… we’re swamped over here... Just scrap the whole thing? Oh, it’ll be fine. Yeah, of course! I’ll take a bit off of next week's orders. And I know your daughter’s birthday party is coming up, so consider her invitations on the house. Sounds good! Thanks!” 

When you hang up the phone, you sigh. Canceling a whole week of orders for a guy you just met… It wasn’t exactly logically sound. You’ll have to open commissions to account for the dip in income- extra work you can take up without Hongjoong knowing. Without Mark knowing.

Kindness for the sake of being kind. Before you head out to meet up with Hongjoong, you text Mark:

You: the newspaper goons had a change of heart. have a nice night :) 

Early the next morning, you beat Hongjoong to the printing shop. You watch the sunrise from your desk, its light flooding the room with a golden sheen. Briefly, you think about your actions from the night before. Surely you were out of your mind. Canceling a week’s worth of printing for some smarmy weatherman? It’s ridiculous. 

Well, it’s too late now. It’s not like Hongjoong would care. He’ll be happy to hear the lack of work necessary on a Friday. He’s probably hungover from last night anyway. The door swings open.

You expect to see Joong, but when you lift your head, it’s Mark. You walk to meet him at the front of the shop. He’s not in a suit today. Instead, he looks way more his age. He’s in a band tee and jeans. Perhaps this was what his fashion advice was founded on. It’s a stark difference from his weatherman get-up. Mark is also holding a bouquet of flowers.

He places the flowers on the counter delicately, beaming at you. “For the shop,” he states. You make a mental note to buy a vase for them.

Mark’s smile is absolutely blinding. You look away like someone just waved a flashlight directly into your eyes.

“I don’t know what you did- or if you did anything, but I just wanna say thank you,” Mark says. 

What a change in tune for someone who literally spilled coffee on you without a second glance just a day ago. Maybe this weatherman isn’t so bad after all. 

“Um, I didn’t really do much, in all honesty, but I’m glad everything worked out.” you respond.

You’re not sure why you felt the need to lie. Actually, you know exactly why. You’re too prideful. 

“Well, thank you anyway. I could literally cry,” he retorts with a chuckle.

“Please don’t,” you say jokingly. 

Mark thinks for a moment. “How can I repay you?”

“Like I said, I didn’t do anything. And you already got me this shirt.” You gesture to the emerald top from yesterday.

If you knew he’d be here today, you wouldn’t have worn it. However, as you were getting dressed this morning, you couldn't stop thinking about the way your stomach ached when Mark looked at you yesterday.

“What about I treat you to dinner?” asks Mark. “So we’ll be even.”

“I’m good, thanks.” You didn’t intend on him feeling indebted to you.

“Okay, “ Mark pivots, “Can we grab drinks instead? I’ll pay. Tomorrow 6pm.”

“With all of your weatherman money?” you joke.

Mark’s phone rings.

“I’ll text you,” says Mark. When he answers the call, he continues mouthing to you as the person on the other end of the line begins to speak. “Text me back.”

“No promises,” you mouth back.

As Mark exits the shop, Hongjoong enters. He does a double take at Mark, then looks at you inquisitively. “What was that about?”

“Nothing,” you say as a blush creeps up your neck.

a/n: unedited and feedback is always appreciated! <3

[kairi101]

The Father and Father Figures (pt. 3)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, platonic!Topper x reader, platonic!kelce x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, birth, soft!rafe, swearing

Summary: After your soon to be babydaddy left you, you were left with no choice but to return to your childhood friends. But soon your past comes back to haunt you.

A/n: this is the second to last part, lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist for the last part. tbh u don't even need to read the first 2 parts to understand this one.

Part 1 Part 2

"Y/n get down from that ladder now!" Rafe demands while putting a crib together. You were painting your baby girl's new room, though you probably should've probably done this a few months ago.

"I'm fine Rafe" you yell back at him. The pregnancy hormones have made you extremely stubborn over the past month, especially when it comes to the typical household things a pregnant woman shouldn't be doing.

"If you don't come down yourself, I'll just force you to get down myself" You don't respond and just continue painting. "For fucks sake, y/n, you're due in a week, please just let me do that."

"You're doing something else right now though, and the baby could come any moment now and she still doesn't have a room." You say aggravated. Rafe raises his hands in defeat and walks out of the room. In the ten minutes Rafe was gone, you literally got about 1 foot of the wall painted. When he returns, he has Topper and Kelce with him, and they told you the same thing Rafe told you, except this time you listen to them, and rafe rolls his eyes and stands at the bottom of the ladder to help you down.

"You two get to work, i gotta talk to momma here" Rafe instructs the two kook boys. he puts his arm around your shoulder and leads you to the kitchen, getting you a glass of water.

"You've been working your ass off all day and you haven't drank anything since breakfast" rafe informs you. "Now, tell me what's bothering you"

"Nothing" you say too defensively so he picked up on your lie. He glares at you with his blue eyes and you cave "I just want the baby out, thats all, i swear." He cradles your belly from behind.

"I know, bear, but you only have about a week left" he reassures you by kissing the side of your head. "now I'm gonna give you two options, we can either go watch the rom-com we've watched a hundred times in the past 7 months, or we can go help Top and Kelce" Before he even finished, you had already made up your mind and walked towards your soon to be baby girls room, and Rafe follows saying "No bending down or standing on ladders though!"

When you get back in the room, you see the two boys managed to get the crib put together, and they were now focused on painting the walls. Thank god for the blue painters tape. You pick up a paint roller and get to work.

After a few minutes of working in silence, Topper gets down from the ladder to properly greet you by pulling you into a side hug. "Hey, hows mommy doing?" he asks a little too casually and you and Kelce try to hold in your laughter, but Rafe just stands awkwardly with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh my god Top, never say that again" you laugh, accidentally throwing baby pink paint on his polo shirt. Topper fake gasps and Rafe smiles a bit while you apologize to Topper. But Topper retaliates by flinging paint from his paint brush onto your already paint stained overalls and you squeal. You and Topper go back and forth, having a paint fight, the room filled with each other's laughter.

Amongst your play fighting, one of you must have hit Kelce in the face with the paint because he joined in with paint smeared on his arm and on his cheek. You look around for Rafe and you see him in the corner with his arms crossed, a slight smile forming on his face. "Rafe come here!" you almost sing out to him, chasing him, but he let you get him leaving a pink handprint on his back.

"You are going to pay for that y/n" he says wiping pink paint on your nose. You don't let him get revenge though. You wrap your arms, wet with paint, around his neck and kiss him before he has the chance.

The kiss lasts forever. You can hear Kelce and Top cheer you two on in the background, but the cheering dies down real quick once everyone except Rafe notices the puddle of water at your feet. You pull away really quick and dig your head into his shoulder and he grabs the back of your head, "shit" he mumbles under his breath "Top get the jeep, you're driving, and Kelce get a couple towels and the backpack and go with him"

Topper mutters a complaint, saying something about how it's always his car but goes out anyways, Kelce following. "You okay, bear?" rafe asks knowing the answer was probably no.

"for now I'm okay, just a little startled." you respond flatly. You take deep breaths, preparing for contractions as you walk down the hall and down the stairs. Rafe helps you up in the Jeep before he gets in as well. Apparently Topper going 60 in a 45 wasn't fast enough for Rafe because he asked him to "hurry the fuck up, man." Rafe held your hand the entire ride and into the hospital. You ended up waiting an hour in the hospital waiting room, but it went by in a blur. You completely disassociated the entire tim. The wait would've been longer if Rafe hadn't insisted on seeing a doctor immediately, even though the contractions haven't started yet.

A nurse comes and puts you in a wheel chair even though you're plenty capable of walking yourself. Rafe continues to hold your hand as you wait in a hospital bed, a cramping feeling building in your gut. When you have your first really bad contraction, you let out a blood curdling scream and squeezed Rafe's hand, almost cutting off his blood circulation. He almost immediately presses the call nurse button on the remote placed on the hospital bed. He hates seeing you in so much pain. The nurse comes almost immediately and takes you to the delivery room.

The next hour or so was the most physically painful thing you've ever experienced. You were overwhelmed by the bright lights, rafes encouragements, and the nurses telling you to push. You felt like you were being torn open from the inside out. After 20 or so pushes, you were over it. "Rafe I can't fucking do this" you whine to him

"Hell yeah you can, and you will, because im not leaving this room without you and the baby girl" Rafes words were the only words you needed to hear, because within three or so bug pushes, your baby girl was out and you were almost out too. The nurse gave the baby to Rafe who then came over to you. "She looks just like you." Rafe comments.

"Let's go with Lorelei"you say to rafe an his face lights up. That was the first name Rafe suggested to you, and although you didn't like it at the time, now that you see your beautiful baby in person, the name just seems to fit. Rafe kisses you on the forehead as Lorelei is carried away for a bath and wellness check by one of the nurses.

You spent a little over a day in the hospital, but when the three of you come home, you're greeted with a very small belated baby shower, courtesy of Rose. Rose and Ward were the first people to greet your new addition to the Cameron family, although she shared your last name and not the Cameron name. Topper and Kelce were the next people to be introduced to little Lorelei. After Rafe did quite a bit of convincing, you finally let Topper hold her. Rafe referred to his two friends as "Uncle Topper and Uncle Kelce," which made you laugh a little while the two just stared at him like they couldn't believe he said that. Wheez was super excited to meet her niece, and so was Sarah, but she didn't show it as much.

Ward pulled Rafe aside for a minute, while one of your girl best friends was catching up with you. You noticed the two men glancing in your direction, so holding Lorelai, you walked over to Top and Kelce. "You guys know what those two are talking about?" You ask, pointing towards the Cameron guys direction.

They look at each other briefly and then back to you. "No, probably just business stuff.' Topper shrugs. You knew he was lying, but you pretended he was telling the truth. Rafe walks back over and pats you on your ass, causing you to jump. "How 'bout we go check on the Lorelai's room real quick," he says, already leading you towards the stairs.

"Now?" You ask. "We have quite a bit of company currently," you say, not wanting to be rude to your guests.

"They'll be here when we get back," Rafe replies as he walks up the stairs with you. You reach your baby's room and notice it's not at all like you left it. You spin around slowly, taking in everything that Cameron's did to the room. They kept the splattered paint on the wall, which would make a good story to tell your little lorelai one day. There were so many stuffed animals: more than you've ever seen in one place. There were bookshelves lining part of the wall with an abundance of books and toys for your baby girl to play with one day. Your favorite part, though, was the photo wall of pictures of you and Rafe, from pregnancy photos to pictures from the first day of kindergarten. You find tears pooling in your eyes, and you turn around to give Rafe a hug, but he's not there.

"Y/n" You hear his voice come from behind you, and you twirl around to find him on one knee, and your hands immediately come up to your face. "Will you marry me?"

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SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 4 : back to normal?

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?

warnings : none :) mention of : bruises?

words count : 1.3k

A/N :hi hi guys i hope you doing well. Here’s the 4th part of this series. I’m trying to post 2 parts today! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH.

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED

SERIES MASTERLIST

MIN'S RESIDENCE

"you sure you ready to go back?" Yoongi asked hesitantly as you nod confidently.

"i mean, if you're not ready it's totally fine, don't rush yourself. If you don't f-"

"Yoongi." you whined pulling on his arm.

"i've been telling you that I'm fine and ready to go back to uni. It's been a week now.. i won't be alone! I have Momo-"

"and that's what worry me the most.” he joked making you punched him on his shoulder.

“fuck! it hurts idiot!" you laughed before continuing on trying to persuade your brother.

"I was saying.. ah yea I'm not alone, and i'm fine don't worry."

Yoongi finally sighed defeated.

“fine. but! if you feel bad at any moment let me know and I'll come pick you up, huh?"

"i can go back home alone Yoongi." you whined "i'm not a kid anymore.”

"i know you're not a kid, y/n, but i want you to be safe." he said seriously.

"I won't be able to bear it if something happen to you again.. you're my sister, my family. You mean a lot to me.” he looked into your eyes.

"ew you're so soft." you pinched his cheek.

“ugh i was sure you'd make fun of me but i don't give a fuck. I mean it." he said frustrated making you laughed loudly.

"you mean a lot to me too. you're my brother and you're all i have. I love you. thank you for everything." you hugged him tightly making him smile softly.

"ok enough, take off your dirty hands off of me." he pushed you away making you glared at him.

—

"bye see you later idiot." you waved at Yoongi. This one was sat on the couch with his laptop as you grabbed your bag.

“don't want me to drop you off?" he put his laptop on the coffee table before looking at you.

"don't worry, Momo is waiting outside."

"ok, be careful then. and don't forget, text me if you need anything." you nodded as he watched you leave the house.

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                                CAMPUS

"i'm so happy you're back, we missed you so much." Sana hugged you tightly as you entered the amphitheater.

You sat with your friends at the back of the room as usual waiting for the professor to arrive.

Groups of students were blabbing loudly, others were sitting alone just waiting for the course to start, and some were resting their heads on the table reading to fall asleep again.

You noticed the professor entering the room, so you grabbed your notebook.

"did i miss a lot of stuff last week?" you asked Momo as she shook her head no.

“I'll e-mail you my notes tonight, don't worry. You can look on my papers for now if you want.” you smiled thanking her.

"good morning everyone!" the professor greeted as the students greeted back.

You listened to your course until you felt your phone vibrate into your back pocket.

yoongi : you good?

y/n : yes yes don't worry.

yoongi : i'm not worried.

y/n : bitch!

yoongi : anyway, i'm eating with my friends tonight.

y/n : ok.

yoongi : i just wanted to tell you, they're coming over.

y/n : home??

yoongi : yea. is it okay for you?

y/n : yea dw

yoongi : i'll tell them not to bother you don't worry.

y/n : i'll stay in my bedroom.

yoongi : u don't have to. stay where you want, it's your house too.

You smiled at his message.

y/n : ty.

yoongi : no prob see u later loser.

y/n : see u later idiot.

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MIN'S RESIDENCE

"how was your day?" Yoongi jumped on you as soon as you entered the house.

"fine." you mumbled into his embrace. "yours?"

"fine too." he replied.

“my friends are coming soon." he informed making you nod.

“i'm gonna take a shower." you told him before going upstairs.

—

"y/n!" Yoongi shouted out your name.

You jumped out of your bed as you went downstairs gulping as you noticed the little group of guys sitting in the living room.

You’ve already seen them a few times but you didn’t know them really well. Yoongi never introduced you to them, even after all these years.

You approached where your brother was sitting.

"hi." you shyly said to the boys.

"Hi!" the cutest boy stood up from his seat rushing to you, bowing as he took your hand in his surprising you.

"I'm Jimin, Park Jimin." he introduced himself kissing the back of your hand softly.

"nice to meet you Jimin. I'm-"

"y/n! I know, Yoongi told me about you." he smiled widely. He was just so adorable.

"yaaa! enough, let go of my sister's hand.” he slapped Jimin's hand away, making the boys chuckled.

He was a really overprotective brother so he’s always been hesitant of introducing you to his friends. Not that he didn’t trust them or anything, but he felt like he had to keep you away.

Yoongi sighed before finally introducing you to his friends briefly.

"Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook."

You bowed to them with a little smile.

"we eating pizza, come eat. This one’s for you."

Yoongi said making room for you to seat next to him, but you shook your head, taking the smaller box.

“I'll eat in my bedroom, i need to download some documents Momo sent to me.”

Yoongi just hummed.

"eat well." he watched as you walked to the stairs.

"eat well, Miss y/n.” Jimin said smiling to you making you smiled back.

Yoongi slapped the back of his head making the poor boy whined.

"enjoy your evening." you smiled to the boys.

Jungkook avoided eye contact as you looked toward him.

was he shy? you shrugged it off, going to your room.

Sitting on your bed, you smiled as you think about that "Park Jimin guy".

He was really something. He seemed really nice.

Hoseok seemed nice too even if he didn't talk much but his smile was enough to show his kindness.

But that Jungkook was really mysterious.. he seemed to be the youngest between them.

"oh no.." you stopped eating.

"did Yoongi tell them about what happened to you?" tears started forming into your eyes.

"he was probably embarrassed because of me.” you thought, a tear sliding down your cheek.

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"your sister is so cute." Jimin said before taking a bite of the pizza's slice.

Yoongi glared at him drinking his soda.

“what? i didn't say anything bad. just as cute as her brother." he teased making Yoongi throw his sandal on the boy, this one avoiding it successfully.

"i feel bad." he suddenly said making the boys look at him confused.

"i've noticed the bruises on her thighs..and arms." he sighed.

"why are you even looking at my sister's thighs?" Yoongi stared at Jimin.

"sorry.. it was just.. the bruises were so dark. It seemed painful." he lowered his head down.

Yoongi sighed as he looked at how his friend felt genuinely sad.

"she said she's fine." Yoongi whispered.

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"oh no, now I'm sure..he saw the bruises." you gasped as you looked at your body, more tears escaping from your eyes.

"he probably was embarrassed to look at me." you muttered wiping your tears away.

You decided to not think about it much as you finished eating and study the notes Momo sent you before sleeping to forget everything.

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"wait a minute guys." Yoongi stood up making his friends looked at him curiously.

“I'm gonna check on her." he said making them nod.

"tell her i said good night" Jimin said softly making Yoongi roll his eyes.

"yea yea whatever.”

Yoongi knocked on your door.

"y/n? it's me. can I come in?" he asked waiting for you to answer.

He noticed that the light was off so he pushed the door a little more open and peeked inside the room.

He saw you, sleeping peacefully as he approached you.

He picked up the pizza's box and drink from the floor before kissing your cheek. “sleep well sis."

Walking out the room, he stopped midway.

"Jimin said good night." he whispered smiling.

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[sparkedblaze]

Hi I'm starting this only 30 minutes into Livesies

This is gonna take a while. It's too good. I have too many favorite things.

Parts 1 and 3

Usual T/W just in case: cursing, violence

Jack's thinking face

"You mean like a strike?"🙄 ... "YOU HEARD DAVEY WE'RE ON STRIKE"

"Half them strikers is laid up with broke bones"

Things you need to be a union: 1. Membership (Albert's lil salute) 2. Officers (IIIIII nominateJackpresident (he's touched)) 3. A statement of purpose (left in other pants)

"Unioned we stand."

Jack once again channeling Draco to say pockets

THE DELANCEYS

"Ig you do Mr. President"

Albert fidgeting without a thought in the world

Albert's empty ass head

One thought: Fight

How much teeth Davey uses when he says "we got a union"

Jack essentially translating for Davey

Mush cracking his knuckles

"JUST LETEM TRY"

I miss the drums ;-;

Davey's hop off the papes

D A N C E

When shortstop doesn't take it down

ANTHONY ZAS SMILE

Nicholas Masson never knowing what to do with his hands

Squat

Tommy v dramatically wrapping his arm around the gate

"YEAH"

Davey hopping from the ladder

DANCEY DANCE

SPIN

Race: :0 :O :|

March march march march march

wiggle wiggle

YEET

"YOU CAN TELL PULITZER-"

The three different reactions to being thrown out: Les, immediately hopping up and yelling at the guy Jack, trying to find his dignity before he stands Davey, and whatever his dramatic ass is doing

"PULITZER MAY CRACK THE WHIP BUT HE WON'T W H I P US"

ANGY HAT TAKING OFF

Albert literally jumping onto the table.

Finch sitting on top of the back of the chair.

"Over here!"

"Just gimme a wat'a"

"How. did i ever. see that coming?"

Albert: :(

c o n f u s i o n

CRUTCHIE PRETENDING TO PASS AWAY

LES LITERALLY FOLDING HIMSELF IN HALF

TOMMY (WHO WAS STILL STANDING) LOOKING STRAIGHT DOWN AND SINKING BACK INTO HIS CHAIR

ONE OF MY BIGGEST STICKING POINTS FOR AUTISTIC DAVEY JACOBS. HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T LOOK AWAY WHEN BROOKLYN IS MENTIONED. "Well, he's new." I HEAR YOU SAY SO IS LES. AND HE TOOK THE SOCIAL CUES THAT BROOKLYN ISN'T A PLACE YOU WANT TO BE. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THIS BOY IS TEN (almost). SO IF ANYTHING HE SHOULD BE HAVING TO BE TOLD THAT BROOKLYN IS DANGEROUS. ESP BC JACK DOESN'T SEEM SCARED OF IT

TY FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

"Spot Conlon's toif"

"IAIN'TSCAEDONOTOIF"

ELMER AND ROMEO AND RACE TAKING OFF THEIR HATS WHEN KATH GETS THERE

"-hangin' round at the wOild" *hand motions*

Jack hiding behind Davey

Y'all gay asf stop looking at her like that

"You think you have a chance?" Tommy, giving the widdlest nod

"I'll rephrase"

"YOU DON'T GOTTA BE INSULTIN' I got a nickel"

"This is entertaining...so far"

"Methinks the lady needs to be handled by a-" bap bap fix hat vest "-real man."

"How'd she know my name?" "Get outta here" *shove*

Finch hopping onto the table

Them helping Jacobi pick up

Hoppity hoppy hop hop

"cantcha see it in my eyes?"

"Yeah ok"

"W www whasa matta aincha sure?"

"Rather tell ya what I'm hopin' for tonight" bites lip

"TOMORROW-" fuckfuckshitfuckwhatarewedoingtomorrow "-we stop the wagons" thankfuck crisis averted she would've thought I don't know what I'm doing

"Write it good."

"A little hyperbole never hurt anyone"

"If I could just write about it" MOOD

"You poor boys"

WATCH WHAT HAPPENS

"It could practically write itself and let's pray it does"

Kath being an entire writing mood

KATH DOING THE SAME MOVEMENT THEY DO IN SEIZE THE DAY

"PictureahandsomeheroicallycharismaticplainspokenknownothingskirtchasingCOCKYLITTLESONOFA-"

"What a face"

"I'll be twice as good as that SIX MONTHS FROM never" :(

"Just look around at the world we're inheriting And think of the one we'll create THEIR MISTAKE IS THEY GOT OLD THAT IS NOT A MISTAKE WE'LL BE MAKING"

Davey making jokes about Brooklyn showing up at the worst time is further proof that Davey is autistic plznfanku

"Queens will be right here backin' us up-" :D "-as soon as we get the nod from Brooklyn" D:

THE FUCKING DELANCEYS

"My SKULLBUSTIN' ARM"

The Camp Rock 2 song playing in my head every time I hear Jack say 'we can't back down'

Iain. Young's. Rat. Face.

Les leaning against the gate. 0 fucks given.

Lettuce

BEN COOK'S GIGGLE WHEN CRUTCHIE COMES UP WITH HIS SIGN

JACK HOLDING CRUTCHIE'S CHEEKS

Jojo's dramatic ass look WHEN DAVEY IS TALKING ABOUT COURAGE PFFFFF

THE ANGRIER DAVEY GETS THE MORE TEETH HE USES

IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT JUST WATCH

Jack leaning on Finch's head

"Broddas"

"We doin' this?"

"Once we've begun, if we stand as one, someday become somehow"

Ben Fankhauser's voice

"And a prayer becomes a vow"

"AND THE STRIKE STARTS RIGHT DAMN NOW"

"The boids are singin' "

I LIKE THAT THEY HAVE 'BLINK' (I say his name loosely) SCABBING. IT'S KIND OF A NOD TO THE ACTUAL KID BLINK AND I JUST THINK IT'S REALLY NEAT

SMALLS BEING SO ANGRY AT BEING STOPPED

ANDY'S HAT IS ALSO BACKWARDS?????

T O G E D D A

>:(

Tommy. Boy's. Arms.

Jack's entire speech

"Pleeeeaaaaase"

Tommy, marching up to Jack Davey: Les get behind me idk what I can do except be a human shield

"I'm with ya" Everyone: :000000000000

Tommy's pose as he hands his bag back

Nicholas Masson not knowing what to do with his arms pt 2

LES'S LIL HAND MOTION DURING 'UNITED'

"Who are you gonna trust? Them? Or them?"

WHY DOES TOMMY BOY LOOK SNIPER UP AND DOWN LIKE THAT????

"Y E A H"

Now showing: Jeremy Jordan's Jack's inability to dance

"LET'S SHOW 'EM FELLAS"

"HUT"

Right left right "HYA"

Kiss

THEY'RE SO FUCKING TALENTED

JESUS

Spinny spinny spin

"Ya see this Mista Pulitzah?!"

"C'MON FELLAS" -Buttons

T A L E N T

WAISCOAT GUY HAS THE CHILD (I think about this all the time)

THE FIGHTING WITH THE DELANCEYS

LES BONKING THEIR HEADS TOGETHER

DAVEY PICKING HIM UP AND PUTTING HIM ON HIS SHOULDER IN CELEBRATION

"CHARGE"

Do I need to say it?

Do I need to put it here?

Probably not

BenCookkickinghimselfintheface

Jumping over the homies

spin

BIG STEP

Jump

TOMMY BEING IN SPAIN WITHOUT THE A

TRICKS

TRICKY TRICKS

CRUTCHIE TRICK

JOJO TRICKY TRICKY

P R O J E C T I O N S

"NEWSIES FOREVERRRRRR"

RIPPING THE PAPES

FUCK THEM PAPERS

Jack having to stop Mush

Pushing a cart into bad guys with bae

"Stay down!" Les immediately meerkatting back up

MORRIS JUMPING OFF STAIRS AGAIN

ROMEO NOOOOOO

Les s l i d e

DAVEY NOOOOOOOO

"JACK WAIT FOR ME" "Where d'ya think you're goin'?" "JACK HELP-ROMEO-FINCH" HIS VOICE CRACKING MAKES ME FUCKING SOB

THE ANGLE OF SNYDER BEATING CRUTCHIE

FUCK

CRUTCHIE YOUR HAT

Jack's mini tantrum before Santa Fe

"Newsies CRUSHED AS BULLS ATTACK"

"Thanks to GOOD OL CAP'N JACK"

IK HE PROBABLY KIND OF OVERPLAYS IT AT LEAST A LITTLE BUT I LOVE HOW OUT OF BREATH JACK IS

"Dreams come true Yeah they do"

GRARARARAR CHARACTER LIMIT RARRRAR

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✧ Make me hate Boston

Regina George x Janis ‘Imi’ike(+ little sister reader)

Warnings: coarse language, angst, mentions to sex, fluff

“How'd you make me hate Boston? It's not its fault that you don't love me.” Part 3 of 3.

“What?”

“I asked if you talked to y/n recently?”

Janis puts down her paintbrush, “Oh. Sorry I nearly dropped the brushes so I couldn’t hear you over the clatter.”

Regina sat down at the kitchen table, “I haven’t been able to get her to call me back or even text me back for like, 2 days.”

“To answer your question, yeah.”

“When?” Regina’s eyes widened a little, hands holding onto a coffee-filled mug.

“Today’s Friday, so…uh, Tuesday?”

“Tuesday?”

“I’ll try to text her again, though.” Janis reached for her phone in her pocket, immediately texting you.

“At first I thought she was just busy with schoolwork, but no.” Regina continued.

“Why do you say that?” Janis asked, the worry growing.

“Her reposts. They’re few and far, but she’s obviously going through something.” Regina picked at her nails nervously, “shit.”

“We just talked to her two weeks ago about Th— oh, fuck.” Janis had a thought creep into her head. “I’m getting Damian to go over there to check on her.”

“What’s going on?”

“My gut is telling me it’s got something to do with Thea.” Janis revealed.

“Thea?” Regina’s voice went a little louder, “What the hell do you know that I don’t, Janis?”

Janis sets her phone down after shooting Damian a text. “After she went out with Thea on that Friday after school, they went out again the next day for brunch.”

“And?”

“Please don’t tell her I told you this.”

“Just spit it out, Jan. Come on.”

“It suddenly came up in their conversation that Thea’s parents were not home and that they should hook up. Based on what I know, they talked it out first then what happened was they did make out. When Thea tried to go further, y/n wasn’t ready and stopped her. She listened, but y/n went home right after that. I only knew because that night, she couldn’t sleep and she called me, you were already asleep because you took your pain meds.”

“So she seemed okay then? When you two talked?”

“She did, but then I haven’t heard from her since. She’s been posting on Instagram so nothing seemed too off, Reg.”

“Let’s hope Damian replies soon.”

“Yeah—” Janis bites back a sigh. Her phone buzzed, “Okay, Damian’s on his way.”

“Mom’s out of town too, how convenient.” Regina sighs, pinching her temple. “Girl’s trip with her friends. She won’t be back until next week.”

Janis reached over to hold onto Regina’s hand, “One step at a time. Damian will update us once he’s there.”

“It’s been going on since before mom went on the trip. Why didn’t mom say anything? Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Maybe she didn’t pay as much attention as we thought she’d be.” Janis frowned.

Meanwhile, you heard a string of very urgent knocks at your door, causing you to roll out of bed and answer it since you were the only one home. You saw through your window that it was Damian.

“Oh, thank God.” Damian heaved a sigh, hand clutching at his chest, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, squinting at him confused.

He walked inside, you shut the front door and locked it. “Are you doing okay? Honestly I’ve been very worried. I was gonna come down here to talk to you even if your sister and Janis didn’t ask.”

“That depends.” You scoffed, sitting down on the couch, “I’m alive. But it feels like I’ve been going crazy over someone that I thought I could trust, that I thought actually liked me, that was a good person.”

“Okay, talk to me.”

“I went on a date…thing with this girl at school like two Fridays ago. That was great, it felt right. Then the next day she asked me out to brunch— I agreed because the first ‘date’ went well so it couldn’t have been that bad. Anyway, it went south when she outright asked if we could…hook up because no one was home.” You explained to him while fiddling with your fingers nervously, “We did talk about that, and I did wind up going over. I wanted to. But we only went as far as making out, because when she tried to initiate more, I decided to tell her to stop because I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was. She was okay with that, I went to the bathroom and proceeded to freak out for a good minute before deciding to go home because there was no way I could continue being around her without the anxiety that day. Late that night, I called Janis to talk to her about this because it was weighing down on my mind. All was fine, the girl, well, Thea— she texted me to check on me. But then when I got back to school on Monday…”

Damian saw how tense you were, “Hey, it’s chill. Don’t rush it, I’ve got time.”

You nodded, taking in a deep breath as your eyes closed for a beat, “Monday, people were laughing at me. I heard my name come out of their mouths— clearly. Then I heard what they were saying. Apparently they found out that I ‘chickened out and ran away from Thea’s house that afternoon’.”

“Bitch.” He gasped, startling you. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Anyway I saw Thea, she was talking to me like usual. I was going to ask her about…y’know, the gossiping but I didn’t. She then asked me to this party that night. Again, started out okay, but then I lost her. And found her— screwing someone in the bathroom.”

“I’m— what?” Damian’s mouth hung open, utterly shocked.

“She saw me, and wasn’t even shocked, or sorry. In fact, they continued.” You licked your lips, swallowing thickly, “I went home, screamed into a pillow and just fell asleep. When I woke up, she was at my front door saying that she didn’t mean to uh, do that with that person. Saying that she was tipsy and she only did it because I wasn’t ready but she really needed relief? I mean, I just—”

Damian wrapped his arm around you, “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

“I yelled at her for that. We fought, then it came out that she started that rumour. She’d told the guy she was fooling around with, then he told people.” You continued as a tear slipped down your face, “That’s not all, she’d already been dating that guy that I saw her with. I never mattered to her, I was just someone she wanted to— fuck for the sake of trying it with a girl.”

“Girl, I’m gonna throw hands, where does that bitch live?”

“Forget it, I just need to ride it through.” You stopped him, “I never should’ve agreed to that. I should’ve just focused on my own life instead of trying to get to know someone and want them to be a part of my life. I knew it was too good to be true but I let my crush on her decide for me.”

“Having feelings is complicated.” He nodded, “Just ‘cause this didn’t work out, doesn’t mean there ain’t someone out there for you, you know? You’ve got a long life ahead of you, there are still so many people that you don’t even know you’d meet yet.”

You stayed silent for a minute but nodded, “Thanks.”

“Always.” He hugs you.

“I can’t even apply to the schools I want to because all those she’s applying to, are the ones I’m planning to apply to.”

“Honey, apply anyway. You deserve the chance as much as anyone else who’s qualified. Don’t let her hold you back. Who knows? You might get in and she wouldn’t.”

“You’re right, she doesn’t control me. The future’s in my hands.”

“Out of curiosity, where are you applying to?””

“UMass Boston, NYU, Carnegie Mellon. The rest are safety schools. I really want to go to UMass Boston— I think Boston could be good for me, and it’s near Regina.” You answered, “Hey, you want something to drink?”

“Honey.” Damian held onto your wrist as you tried to stand up from the couch, “Look at me, are you okay?”

“I’m not in a very good mood if that’s what you’re asking.” You shrug, “Look, if you don’t want a drink, I’m thirsty. I need one. Would you let me go, Damian? I’m just gonna be right there.”

“Alright.” He responded quietly, “Sorry.”

He hung around for a few hours, watching TV with you and just making you laugh so hard you forgot what you were even troubled about. You also replied to Janis and your sister, letting them know how you were doing and telling them the whole situation through text messages to avoid more crying. They were shocked but Regina especially, was so mad at Thea. This was typical of your sister— for her to be this protective of you. And as much as you knew shit like this? The heartbreak? Was a part of life and being human, it was a crazy thing to actually be going through. You were trusting that with time, you would get back on your feet again and move forward.

————

“Imma make you dinner.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise it was so late already.” You gasped when you saw that it was almost 6:30 in the evening.

“You gotta stop apologising. We’re have a good time, I was just home alone anyway. It was boring, but now I’ve got company.” Damian nudged you playfully. “You wanna cook together or do you just wanna chill here?”

“Let’s cook.” You shrug, smiling a little.

He went to your kitchen to check what you had, “Okay, we’re just gonna pop by the grocery store real quick to get some things then we’ll be right back.”

He managed to get you out of the house— willingly. Damian didn’t even have to persuade you. You actually just followed him out right away.

“You want some ice cream?” He asks, stopping in front of the freezer, “Yeah, you deserve some.”

He tossed two tubs of Dreyer’s cookies & cream ice cream into the cart along with the rest of the ingredients and snacks he wanted and needed.

“Stop.” You pulled the cart back.

“What’s up?”

“That’s her sister. Thea’s sister, Phoebe.”

“Working the checkout?” He followed your gaze.

You nodded, sighing inevitably.

“We’ll go to the other one.” You pulled you away from that lane.

After that little hiccup at the store, you guys were back at your place again and he immediately got down to business in the kitchen. You helped out wherever you could, but he worked pretty fast because before you knew it, Damian had popped the dish into the oven.

“Now we have some snacks and continue that movie while we wait.” Damian hands you a bag of Skittles that you bought and opened up the box of Goobers he got.

You turned the TV back on and pressed play on the movie to let it resume.

“Mac and cheese. Always makes me feel better.” He quips.

“It smells amazing, Damian.” You remarked.

“It better.” He laughs, “That’s my family’s recipe.”

“It does, I’m sure it’ll taste just as amazing too.” You chuckled over your words, popping a handful of the candy into your mouth.

A bit later, while you were helping Damian set the table, your phone rang. “One sec.” You said, grabbing your phone from the couch.

“Hi, Reg.” You answered.

“Wanted to check in on you, baby.” She says, “How you feelin’?”

“Well, I was in a shitty mood but Damian’s been hanging out with me. Made me laugh until my stomach hurt. I’m doing better now. It’s gonna take some time, but right now, it’s as good as it can be.” You admit.

“That’s good to hear. We’ll always be here no matter what time of day it is. Hm? Please eat, and stay hydrated. Okay?”

“Okay, I promise. I'll take care of myself. You too, Reg.” You smiled, it was nice to finally hear her voice after some time.

“I promise too. You have my word— you two silly gooses have fun. Good night, baby.”

“Night, G.” You bit back a laugh at the nickname.

“Alrighty, let’s eat.” Damian gestured for you to return to the table.

“Yep.” You nodded, “Let’s. Oh holy shit, that looks incredible.”

“Why, thanks.” He grinned, “Okay. Eat. I don’t want your sister to kill me for not taking care of you.”

“Mind you, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

He gasped dramatically, “You know what I mean.”

You sat down opposite him, “I do. And thank you, for coming all the way here to make sure I was okay. And everything you’ve done with me today. I really appreciate it. And you. I’m really glad we got to hang out together today.”

“Hey, we’re friends, aren’t we? That’s what friends are for, y/n. You’re so welcome.” Damian smiled, “Also, with summer coming up, let’s go to New York, how’s that? You get to surprise your sister, I get to see my best friend.”

“It’s on.” You agreed,

Eventually, he had to go home. But you were okay. He knew it, so he wasn’t worried like he was before. “Now you, go get some good sleep.” He hugs you, “I’ll see you again soon, hun.”

“Good night, Damian.” You hugged him back.

“Text me, or call me— whatever you prefer. Wanna talk about something or if you’re just bored, I’m here.”

“I know, thank you.” You smiled, swallowing your tears.

“Don’t cry.” He looked at you, “Okay, you know what? Cry if you need to, it helps you release those feelings. Feel what you gotta feel, dry those tears, drink some camomile and go to sleep. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

“See you, Damian.” You hugged him again, not wanting to say anything else for fear of crying in front of him again.

You watch him leave before shutting and locking the front door. With that, you got upstairs, took a shower (while having a good cry), then changed into your favourite pyjamas— all ready for a good night’s sleep. But first, you had a cup of camomile tea and did some reading before turning in.

If your current situation was teaching you anything, it’d be that, if they wanted to, they would. Damian did not have to come all the way over here to spend any time with you— you two weren’t even that close of friends before what happened today. But you knew it in your heart that he was one of the best people you knew. One of the best people you had in your life that would always be there for you no matter what. You were going through a tough time now but you were still taking care of yourself—just that it has been a little difficult too because you were heartbroken and feelings a lot of other emotions all at once. So you went easy on yourself and just did what you could.

Despite what other people had to say about your mom, one thing she did do right was to teach you and Regina— never keep those who don’t care about you in your lives. So you knew, you would be okay. You knew eventually, Thea would just be a part of your history, your distant memories. But right now, you were taking it one day at a time and trusting that time would heal, why? Because you had your people. The best little family you could ever have.

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.