#while i’m sitting here waiting to eat and annoyed that the food got cold

[bulldog-butch]

simultaneously don’t want to be in a relationship but also sick and tired of being the only single person in my house

[ador3sturniolo]

Stargirl

An - omg I feel like I haven’t posted in a year what. Okay so earlier this week I went to a hockey game, and something happened while I was there and I wanted to write a fic about it. And I wanted to do Nate because I love Nate, and we need more Nate fics out there asap. And the song has nothing to do with the fic, it was the song I kept playing while writing this 😭

Paring - Nathan Doe X FemReader

Summary - You go to one of Nate’s hockey games

Warnings - Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

Requested - Nope

ALSO YALL, I FIRST WROTE THIS IN THE BEGINNING OF OCTOBER SO THERE WILL BE HALLOWEEN THEMED THINGS HERE, SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

I hadn’t realize how late I had slept in until I heard my alarm go off more than 30 times, most of which I had just sleep through. I check the time and see it’s a little past 3. Shit. I had so much to do and had it all planned out. I was to clean my house, get a gift for Nate, go grocery shopping, and decorate for fall. I’ll just eat some food while I’m out but right now, I need to clean up my place. I have u til 6:30 to get everything done on my list. Considering Nate’s game starts at 7.

I clean my house, lighting candles and turning on fairy lights I have setup around my house. I take a quick shower and put on my freshly clean clothes. I do a slick back bun, not trying to do anything fancy. I get into my car and make a quick stop at Starbucks to get a drink. I also did an online order for my favorite lunch place in town so it’s ready for pickup when I get there. I pickup my lunch and eat in my car as I drive to target. I put my Starbucks in the cup holder of my cart and push it too the food section.

I grab my list of food and start putting it in my cart. I decided to grab some cookie dough for me and Nate to back after his game. I go over to the floral section and grab a bag of white, blue, and purple pair and place it in my cart. I’m on my way towards check out when I spot the cutest pair of matching pj sets. There was a vampire, pumpkin, and ghost option. They were all so cute but I decided to get the ghost ones. I check out and go home to eat dinner and decorate.

I decided to make something, quick, easy, and delicious. I play my fall playlist as I grab my last year bin full of pumpkins, signs, pillows and blankets. It only takes me around 30 minutes considering I cleaned earlier. I looked at the time, with not much time left I had to get ready. I put the totes back and head to my room. I put on a pair of leggings and his hockey jersey that he gave me. I take out my hair and do two French braids. I take some face paint type makeup I have and write his number on my cheek.

I put on my shoes and grab his flowers and teddy I bought him earlier that week. I grab a blanket so I don’t get cold at the rink. I drive to the rink in only 10 minutes. I head inside and get a ticket. I’m greeted inside by the triplets. They all look over at me and walk my way.

“Finally, we’ve been waiting for like 5 hours” Nick says rolling his eyes

“Nick, we got here 5 minutes ago-“ Matt chimed in

“Oh hush.” Nick says, crossing his arms, clearly annoyed.

“I’m so excited to watch my boyfriend play!” Chris says clapping his hands. Nick, Matt and I slowly turn towards Chris, giving him a confused look.

“Fine, I can’t wait to watch her boyfriend play” Chris says sarcastically but rolling his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” I say pushing Chris a little bit jokingly. We all walk to the rink, getting a rush of cold air as the door opens. I could feel goosebumps approaching my skin. I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and sit down with the triplets. We sat and waited for the game to start. It only took a couple scrolls on insta before the players came walking out of the locker room and onto the ice to warmups. It wasn’t hard for me to find him, considering I had his number imprinted into my brain. Before I the warmups ended, I went to the snack bar and got myself a water and chips for me and the triplets. I head back just in time for the game to start. We all stand up and start to cheer, like the rest of the crowd. I only had my eye on one player the whole time. Every time he scored a point and I would jump up and down and scream for him. The three looked at me like I was insane but I didn’t care.

The game was over and Nate’s team won! We all wait for Nate outside of the locker room to finish up, but before he comes out I need to use the restroom. I come back not too long and see the brothers talking to a man I wanted to hug the first I saw him on the ice. He noticed me and started walking towards me. I ran up to him and gave him a hug.

“You did great tonight, I’m so proud of you.” I say giving him a peck on the lips.

“And these are for you.” I handed him the flowers and teddy bear, he then looked up at me with a smile that would make my heart melt.

“Thank you so much baby.” He said as he went to the side of me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He turned back and waved to the brothers as he started to walk with me out of the building. I help him load his things into my car, and we get inside the car after.

“So I had a really fun night planned out for us, but if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay and we can do something else.”

“It’s whatever makes you happy my love” I couldn’t help but blush at his words.

“So, my house is all decorated and I had candles going so it smells really good in there, and the house is clean so a bonus! And I was thinking we could make cookies and watch a movie together? And there’s also a surprise with that.” I say almost out of my seat from how happy I was.

“If that’s what you wanna do.” He says smiling back at me.

“Of course it’s what I want to do, but I wanted to know if u wanted to do it.” I say turning on my car, pulling out of the parking lot.

“I’m okay with anything you want to do.” He says looking out the window. I smile as I continue to drive back to my place. I pull into my driveway and get out of my car.

“Let’s take showers first tho.” I say unlocking my front door. He nods as I unlock the door and walk in. We take off our shoes at the front and walk to my room where my shower is.

“I’ll go first, I’ll be quick.” I say as I start to take out my hair. I hop in the shower and wash my face, get out, and wrap myself in a towel. I walk out into my room and too my closet, telling him it’s his turn on my way. He gets off the small couch I have in my room and head into the bathroom. I quickly get dressed into the pajamas I just bought for us. I sit down at my vanity and start doing my night skincare. I hear the shower turn off and with Nate walking out with the towel around his waist. He points at the pair of clothes on my bed.

“What’s this?”

“It’s yours, to wear! Tonight! To match with me!” I say turning around, show I’m in the matching set. He gives me a sigh but walks with it into the bathroom to get changed. I do a little clap of achievement, as I turn back around to finish my skincare. I hear the bathroom door open and see him walk out, giving me a sigh and looking down in disappointment.

“Hey! You look amazing! Don’t give me that I hate this energy, it’s supposed to be fun!” I say putting all my things away and getting up.

“I feel so weird in this.” He says throwing his hands like a baby

“Why? You look so cute!” I say walking towards him.

“Can I just take the shirt off? It feels tight.” He says scratching his neck

“Not yet! I wanna take a picture” I say grabbing my phone out. His arm wraps around my waist as I put the mode to 0.5x and turn on the flash. We smoosh our heads together doing a kissy face as I take the picture. I look at the picture to make sure it was okay then I put my phone down.

“Okay, let go make some cookies” I say kissing his cheek and walking out of my room. He follows close behind me. I grab a pack a Pillsbury cookies from the fridge and preheat the oven.

“How about you put on 6, and I put on 6” I say grabbing a tray from my cabinet.

“Good with me” He says giving me a smile

“Can I take my shirt off now?” He says whining

“Fine, Stop acting like a baby” I say as I start to put on my cookies.

We both finish putting on our cookies and put them in the oven. I walk over to my couch and turn on the tv.

“What would you like to watch?” I say looking up at him.

“I don’t know, you pick.” He says sitting down next to me

“Mhm, Corpse Bride? The Nightmare Before Christmas?” I say leaning back and laying my head on his chest

“Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas movie.”

“No it’s not!” I say as I scoff

“It is tho!”

I shake my head and get up to go take the cookies out. I put them on a plate and organize them in a cute way. I bring the plate to the couch along with a blanket.

“Hold the plate while I put the blanket on us.” I say handing him the plate. I sit down, covering our legs and a little bit of my waist. He sets the plate down on the blanket.

“Do you like tonight?” I say putting my head on him again.

“Of course” He says kissing my head. I smile in happiness that I was able to make tonight special.

“I love you” I say lifting my head up.

“I love you more” He says giving me a peck on my lips

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An - OML I AM SO SORRY ML FOR NOT POSTING FOR A MONTH. I KNOW THIS ONE IS BAD BUT I FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO POST SOMETHING OR I CANT FUNCTION RIGHT SO HERE IS THIS 🫶🏼

[snwycde]

Connected (Bang Chan) part 5

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings‼️: MDNI, mentions of s*xual thoughts in the beginning (continuation of part 4)

summary: slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 5!!!

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Chan hops into the shower, he’s usually not one for morning showers but - well due to the circumstances he’s been given, he doesn’t really have a choice.

I haven’t seen her in like three weeks. What the hell? Chan rinses his body, trying not to think of how vivid his dream felt. “Fuck,” he says out loud getting mad because he’s starting to get hard again. He reaches and turns on the cold water.

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“Chan hyung, where are you going?” Jeongin as he sits on the couch watching, “The studio is closed this week for remodeling.”

“Fuck, right.” Chan stands for a minute thinking, “Thanks for the reminder Innie.”

Chan waves at Jeongin before leaving the dorm. He walks to the car and heads off from there. If you’re wondering where he’s going well…

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Connections. The sign shines, being hit by the sunlight as he parks outside of the cafe. 

He’s just here to eat some breakfast while working on some beats for his song, his song that he desperately needs to start on. But yeah, that’s the only reason. Not to wait and see if you’ll arrive at your family owned cafe. To sit down in your favorite spot, and work on whatever you need to work on.

Chan orders the same thing, but includes a toasted sandwich this time since he’s starving. As he waits for his drink and food to arrive, he pulls out his laptop and sets up his area. When he turns on his laptop he remembers, Right. Wifi.

As if someone read his mind, “The wifi passcode is magnets, all lowercase,” they set down a drink, their drink. Chan looks up to see you taking a seat right across from him.

“Look, I know this is a public business, but out of all cafes in Seoul, you decide on this one. Why?” You look cold, not the emotional self you were three weeks ago, it puts Chan on edge, unsure of how to respond.

“Hi Miss L/N, how are you doing?” A server comes up to place Chan’s drink and sandwich down, “Would you like your usual?”

Y/n nods and says thank you, sending the server off.

“I just like it here, am I not allowed to come here?” it isn’t a lie technically, he does like the cafe, but was it the full truth maybe not, “Also paparazzi aren’t allowed to come in here or in this district” he added, trying to save himself.

Y/n doesn’t seem relieved nor mad at Chan’s response; she just looks tired. “I want to talk about last time,” she places her drink down, “Can we talk about it?”

Chan does want to talk about it but he doesn’t and the fact that she brought it up so suddenly and that he wasn’t expecting it makes him say, “I don’t really know what’s there to talk about.”

Y/n makes a face, like “really?”, except instead of being annoyed she just seems disappointed, “You always hated confrontation.”

Chan just looks at Y/n not sure what to say, his silence annoys Y/n.

“Fine then. You listen and I’ll talk, okay?” Chan nods.

“I really don’t want to hate you. I want us to be able to move on happily with our lives with no hate for each other.” Y/n looks at Chan to see if he’ll say something, he just nods. “I think I was probably intoxicated and I was also in an emotional state last time you saw me. It was all just bad timing. I had no idea you’d be at the bar at the same time as me, especially… well yeah.”

“Yeah.” is all Chan gets out, trying to pretend like he didn’t follow her to the bar.

“In the car, I meant everything.”

That makes Chan look at you, “what do you mean?”

“Everything.” You play with your hands, you’re more nervous now, “I meant to get mad and irritated at you. I’m not going to deny my feelings just because you don’t agree with them. I don’t know or think you reflected on our conversation as much as I did but I know I got loud but it was just because it felt like you weren’t listening to me. And I know you technically don’t have to listen to me because like you said, we’re not dating.“ Y/n pauses to make eye contact with Chan, “I just had some pent up emotions that I just never got rid of and it was eating at me. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you when you’ve moved on.”

Chan doesn’t look away, “Y/n?”

She looks up at him, “yeah?”

“Did you mean it when you said I was the love of your life?”

Y/n forces a smile, and a pink flush shows onto her cheeks, she calms herself down quickly before answering with, “I mean, no shame in it, but yeah.” She picks up her drink right after, then continues talking.

But Chan can’t hear anything because he’s still thinking about it, “Why did you never tell me that?”

“What?” Y/n looks irritated that you interrupted her, but confused.

“Why didn’t you..you tell me I was the love of your life?” Chan hasn’t touched his food or drink.

“Because by the time I knew, I realized you didn’t think the same for me.” she sits up in her seat, “and no offense Chan, but I’m not one of your fans who’ll easily give you their heart and soul just because you say I love you to me. You can say that you loved me so much but your actions were lacking. It just wasn’t eno–”

“I love you. I mean I loved you.” Chan blurts out.

Y/n looks at him, quite shocked.

“You – I-I did love you, so much. Too much. ”

“Chan I need you to stop,” Y/n suddenly looking sad.

“No, come on now, listen it’s my turn to speak,” Chan places his hands flat on the table, “I loved you too much. It was indescribable. From the first time I met you here. I fell in love with you. And every single interaction after that I knew you were going to be the love of my life.”

Y/n looks around not being able to respond, nervous.

“Every time I saw you, you would pull me in. Like,” Chan stops, “...magnets.”

Chan looks into Y/n’s eyes, “did you make the password here?”

“Chan, it was made a long time ago.” She shrugs it off.

“No, I came here once a year ago, and the password was some random plant name.” Chan suddenly has more life into the words he’s saying.

“It’s just a word.” Y/n doesn’t look him in the eyes.

“Y/n, look at me.”

She doesn’t.

“What if we try again.” Chan isn’t asking, he’s stating.

You look up at him, “What?”

“I-I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my dreams, especially since I first saw you last month at the ice skating rink, you’ve been on my mind.”

“Chan stop.”

“No Y/n, come on, I know we have some things to fix between us, but you have to feel it too. Every time we see eachother we are pulled to eachother. Like magnets. That was our joke remember?” Chan’s just ranting now, he’s speaking so much more than he has in years. “We said we are total opposites, but we loved eachother. We were magnets, pulled together to be connected.”

“Y/n.” Chan gets you to look in his eyes for a moment, “I want to try again. I-I want you, I don’t what it is but I know it has to be you,”

Y/n’s eyes get watery but she scoffs, “Chan you’re not being fair right now.”

“Is this not what you wanted? For me to communicate how I’m feeling?”

“It’s too late for that Chan.”

“No, no it’s not, Y/n,” Chan takes both of your hands into his and looks you in the eyes, “I still love you.”

Chan watches as a tear drops down Y/n’s face, as she pulls her hands away, “I don’t think you understand how hurtful that was.”

“What?” Chan watches as she starts to stand up taking her drink, “Y/n –”

“Look, I wanted to say thank you for the ride and for the situation I was in with my boyfriend. I seemed –”

“Wait boyfriend?”

“Yes, please don't interrupt me.”

“You mean ex boyfriend?”

A bell rings saying that someone entered, making Y/n look over, Chan’s eyes following hers. 

A guy smiles and waves at her, and walks over to her, seeing Chan his face drops. 

“Hi Jaebum,” Chan hears you say softly to him before turning back to Chan, “Chan this is my boyfriend, Jaebum. Jaebum, this is my old friend… Chan. ”

“Hi we met briefly before, and I spoke with Y/n and I just wanted to apologize for my behavior.” Jaebum softly bows, “I’m really sorry, and thank you for taking care of her in that moment when it should’ve been me.” Jaebum looks at Chan.

Chan is silent, unsure of what to say, just looking at him.

“Jae, do you think you can wait in the car? I’ll be right out.” He nods before saying bye to Chan which Chan lazily waved back.

After Y/n sees Jaebum leave, she looks at Chan, “Look –”

“That guy is your boyfriend? Still?” 

“Chan don’t act like you know anything.”

“Do you love him?”

“You don’t get to ask that.”

“No, tell me right now,” he stands up, his figure leaning over you, “Tell me you love him.”

“You don’t deserve to know that.”

“Tell me you love him more than me.”

“Chan!” She looks at you in disbelief, “I-I have to go. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

She leaves him quickly, leaving him standing next to his table, watching her as she walks out the doors.

author's note: im so so so so so sorry for taking so long to make a part 5. please forgive me college has been a huge bitch to me lately. thank you so much for your patience and i promise i will never take that long again to post an update on this story or any story without announcement 😔

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 5: The Squip Enters

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,386

Please excuse some mild discomfort.

Sitting at a food court table at the mall, Danny looked down at the gray oblong pill he held in the palm of his hand while Tucker ate his fries. 

“I hope it’s worth four hundred dollars.”

“Four hundred and one.” Tucker slid the bottle of Mountain Dew on the table closer to Danny. “Don’t forget the Mountain Dew.”

“Did you know ectoplasm tastes a bit like Mountain Dew?” Danny took the bottle and shook it a little.

“Dude, I don’t want to know why you know what ectoplasm tastes like.” Tucker looked disgusted as he put another fry in his mouth.

“It tastes kind of good actually.” 

“Please stop.” 

“Okay then. Here goes… everything.” Danny popped the pill in his mouth and gulped down the Mountain Dew. 

“How does it taste?” 

“Minty.” Which wasn’t the flavor he had been expecting from the pill. He assumed it would be metallic or something. 

Tucker looked him in the eyes. “How do you feel?”

Danny waited for a second to check if he felt any different. He didn’t.

“I feel like…” He slumped in his seat. “A chump.”

“Nothing? At all?” Tucker thought for a second, adjusting his beret. “Maybe… Try to say something cool?”

“I think I blew all my bar mitzvah money on a breath mint.” Danny hung his head, defeated. 

“Yeah, not cool.” Tucker scooted his chair closer to Danny and patted him on the back.

“Please leave me alone to mourn in my fries, forever.” Danny appreciated his friend’s support, but he didn’t want to be comforted right now.

“You get five minutes.” Tucker stood up and took a step away.

“Where are you going?”

“You know Spike works at Spencer’s Gifts right?”

“Yeah, he’s Jazz’s friend.” Danny remembered the goth dude who Jazz had tried giving therapy sessions to. He had been surprised when Spike had actually ended up becoming friends with his super preppy sister. 

“He’s hooking me up with a case of Crystal Pepsi! It’s like regular Pepsi, only clear.” 

“Wasn’t that discontinued in the 90s?” Danny couldn’t help but smile a bit at his friend’s enthusiasm. Only Tucker would get excited about old soft drinks like this.

“That’s what makes it awesome!” Tucker waved his hands in excitement and then started fast-walking to the Spencer’s. 

Danny started eating his fries. They were already cold but he was too depressed to care.

“Shouldn’t we wait for the rest of the club?” 

Danny perked up as the familiar voice entered the range of his enhanced hearing. At the other end of the food court, he saw Valerie walking next to Dash. What were they doing together? Danny got up and tossed his fries in the trash can on the way to where Valerie was standing.

“Oh, we’re not meeting the rest of the club here.” Dash actually looked sheepish for a second but then resumed his usual bravado. “I figured it was time that we reconnected. Alone. That’s why I’m taking you to one of my favorite spots in the universe. Sbarro-”

“Valerie!” Danny interrupted. He didn’t have a plan but he knew he had to do something. He couldn’t just let Dash hang out with Valerie alone! 

“Danny, I didn’t see you there.” Valerie gave him a warm smile that felt like it melted his insides.

“Yeah, you’re kind of hard to notice.” Dash barely gave Danny a second glance before turning back to Valerie and putting a hand on her shoulder to lead her toward the pizza stall. “The best part, they let you pick whatever you want-”

“Wait!” Danny stepped directly in front of their path. “There’s something I need to tell you.” 

“Now?” Dash looked at Danny like he was an annoying fly he couldn’t get rid of. Danny tried his best not to cower under the bully’s gaze.

“I… I…” Danny started. Then a sharp pain exploded in his brain. “OWWW!”

Target female inaccessible. A voice rang in his head, way too loud for comfort. Danny tried to cover his ears but it didn’t help. The voice was coming from inside his brain.

“Danny?” Valerie’s concern was muffled through whatever was attacking his senses. 

“OW! What the hell?” Danny didn’t know what was happening. Was a ghost attacking him? Some new ghost hunter’s weapon? None of his parents’ or Vlad’s inventions had hurt this badly before. Well, excluding the ghost portal. 

Calibration in process. Please excuse some mild discomfort. The voice was just as loud as before. Danny felt himself hyperventilating as the pain shot through his body. He was used to getting hits and even getting shocked sometimes in ghost fights, but this was so much worse.

“MILD???” Danny flailed, not completely in control of his limbs anymore. He felt himself hitting the ground, his body twitching in agony.

“Danny, what’s wrong?” Valerie leaned down over him but didn’t touch him.

“Dude, freaky Fenton’s freaking out!” Dash pointed at him as if it wasn’t obvious who he was talking about.

Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated. The voice was at a much more manageable volume this time. Danny could suddenly think clearly again. 

“No, wait, I’m fine,” Danny rubbed his head. He started to lift himself up. “I just-”

Discomfort level may increase. The searing pain like lightning striking his brain resumed and he fell flat on the floor again.

“AHHHHH!” Danny screamed. Muscles still spasming, he somehow stood up and ran away from Valerie and Dash into a less crowded area of the mall.

Accessing: neural memory. Accessing: muscle memory. Access procedure: complete. Danny Fenton…

Danny gasped in shock as he saw who had materialized in front of him. How was that possible? But it was unmistakably him- snow-white hair, glowing green eyes, and all.

Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor… Your SQUIP.

“You look like… Phantom.” Why did this Squip thing look like his ghost form? Maybe it was set up to mirror yourself? Danny took a step closer and saw a few differences though. Instead of just a black-and-white hazmat, this Phantom was wearing a cool-looking white jacket with black and green accents. He was also wearing designer sunglasses which didn’t quite mask his glowing eyes. 

This is my default mode. You can also set me for: George Clooney, Terminatra, or Hatsune Miku. The Squip morphed into different forms as it listed its options. He thought he recognized the last one from some video Tucker had shown him last week.

“Phantom is fine… weird but fine.” Looking at Phantom like this reminded him of when he had split himself with the Fenton Ghost Catcher. At least he felt like himself right now. 

The Squip squinted at him. I can see by accessing your memories that somehow you ARE Phantom. I was not programmed for that scenario. The Squip seemed to stutter, like a glitch in a video game. It then settled and gave Danny a confident smirk. Rest assured, I will still be able to help you.

It was weird that this technology was pre-programmed to look like him but his life was so weird at this point he didn’t even question it. 

“Can everyone see you?” Danny looked around. He was surprised no one had noticed “Phantom” appearing in the mall yet. Usually, people started cheering or running away when he showed up anywhere in his ghost form. 

I exist only in your mind. All they see is you, having an animated conversation with yourself. “Phantom,” who Danny now noticed was weirdly a few inches taller than him, looked down at him disapprovingly. So don’t do that. Just think at me. Like you’re telepathic.  

“Like in X-men?” Danny said out loud. A stranger nearby gave him a weird look.

I can see this is going to be difficult, the Squip crossed its arms, you want to be more chill.

“You mean cool?”

I do not. You see, human social activity is governed by rules and I have the processing capacity to understand those rules and pass them on to you.

Danny wasn’t sure if this Squip thing was going to work out, but staring at the cooler version of his ghost self, he was starting to become hopeful. 

[mostbored69]

Hearts on an Envelope (Sylus x Reader x Xavier)

Sunday night. Monday tomorrow, sensically, and the all too dreaded workload that awaits the second you set foot into the office gnaws at the back of your mind. Sylus knows this all too well, and he especially got the hint from you groaning into the phone when he called earlier today, but it had no effect on his charms and schemes to get you to come over. Little bit of guilt, a tiny hunch about his indifference possibly causing some trouble for you at work, and it all came down to him still not caring enough. Because tonight, a much needed conversation is due.

You sigh as you hesitate in front of the big mansion he lavishly calls home. The sun had set on the way here, which gave it over to the moon now cascading down onto every nook and cranny. Had this been just the night before, its beauty is sure to be behold. There’s something about the N109 Zone that makes its light so much more annoying, but to give it the benefit of the doubt, Mephisto cawing in the near distance does add to making this scene as irritating as it is. The little crow rustles its metal wings. You sigh, once again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Goodness, Sylus, you impatient idiot,” you mumble at no-one but the little bird. It stops cawing the second you ring the doorbell, and soon enough those two henchmen welcome you inside. Wearing their masks, business as usual, it’s still easy to hear out Luke and Kieran’s smug grins when they speak. You don’t mind them, however, as they walk you to the big door at the end of the corridor. Maybe this impromptu rendezvous could be cut short if you choose your words wisely. Whatever there is to say on his part, it could’ve easily waited for a much better time anyway.

The two men wait for their master’s confirmation before opening the door, and in the big dining hall, sitting and sipping his wine at the head of the table without a care in the world, sits Sylus. He wears the button-down that’s always rubbing you the wrong way. The elegant black fabric is embroidered in red patterns, giving him a bloody look from all angles. Though he often gets blood on his clothes, you never quite figured out why he decided to preempt the inevitable stains for whatever sense this man has in fashion. He looks good, however. Business as usual.

“What is it? If you just wanted to have dinner with me, we could’ve done so last night.” You cross your arms while he motions for the men to close the door, leaving the two of you alone with only the unnecessary long dinner table as the only hurdle for your fingers around his throat.

“Grumpy on the phone and grumpy in person. There’s really no winning with you. Now sit down and be civilized, sweetie,” he coos before setting down the wine glass. It’s never been an easy task to make deals with Sylus, let alone get him to change his mind, so instead of pouting up a storm right where you stand, you decide to do so on one of the chairs to his side. Once sat, he gives a small grin. That stupid, stupid grin that makes your knees buckle. “An impatient idiot isn’t exactly what a good little guest should be spouting about the host, yet there you stood complaining instead of just coming in.”

“That little-“ Your eyes search for the nearest window, where Mephisto already caws in defense. “Yeah, right. How can such a tiny creature be this big of a snitch?” Sylus awaits your attention patiently with a smile, and although the table is full of extravagant dishes from all sorts of cuisines, his plate remains empty. Only the wine makes it to his lips.

“Good little guests also don’t start arguments with the birds. Unless you crave my lecturing, that is,” he taunts after snapping his fingers in a successful attempt to catch your eyes. In essence, how he’d treat a dog. “Very good. Now eat, sweetie, lest you want the food to get cold.” His hand gestures to the different dishes in a sweeping motion, but you hesitate nonetheless. Getting here took its time, and you indeed have not yet eaten dinner, but it would be worlds better for him to spit out whatever he has to say and grab a sandwich on the way back.

Although, the smell is too enticing. He watches keenly as your slender fingers move to fill your plate, almost relieved in a way now that your presence is guaranteed for at least a longer while. As the cutlery clinks, otherwise silence spreads throughout the room. Even Mephisto holds its tongue - if it was still present in the first place. The crow blends in well with the night, and only your reflection stares back when you look up to check.

“Could you tell me the matter please? I’m pretty exhausted, Sylus, the way back is no joke either.” When he fills your glass with wine, you follow his lead and sip on the deep red liquid. The rich flavor lingers on your tongue longer than expected. It’s no secret he chose a mature bottle to open tonight, or any night for that matter. A lavish man, and his lavish tastes.

“No need to worry. If you’re really that exhausted, spending the night here could be a great solution, no?” At his words, your head tilts to the side. The initial impression of his ‘joke’ is soon washed away when you realize he’s truly serious, but even if he had been teasing, it’s as good as impossible to not let it fluster you. A reaction he seems to hold dear by the smile slowly returning. “As for my agenda,” he continues, using his Evol to grab a brown envelope from the distant counter. It lands in his hands effortlessly, and your confusion only grows when his fingers begin unwrapping the string from the button. “Kitten, are you going around hunting bunnies?”

A cold shudder runs down your spine and forces goosebumps all over your skin when he gets up from his seat. His proximity is electrifying, almost threatening. Especially when he stops behind you, only the rustling of paper to be heard. Especially then, does your heart skip a beat.

“What do you mean, Sylus?” You put down the fork in your slightly trembling hand, but no way in hell are you able to muster up enough courage to turn around and face him. The skin of your neck feels dangerously exposed when the envelope grazes against it. Maybe he noticed, and maybe he cares, because his tender fingers soon find their way into your hair and undo your bun. He lets it cascade over your shoulders before brushing it out of your face. Closer yet, he moves, all to whisper in your ear.

“Darkness alone can’t hide you from my sight. I have eyes all over. All over you.” With that, he drops the envelope. The contents now revealed on top of it, pictures upon pictures all in a broken pile glance back at you together with the stone-cold recognition of last night. Memories from a personal time, a secret time. Memories that in no way should’ve been captured, from what looks like CCTV stalking the hallway. The grainy, black-and-white footage of your front door, and you, opening it with a wide smile. Welcoming Xavier.

The next picture is stomach-churning material of your kitchen window and the silhouettes behind the sheers. You seem to be close, that night. Would some call this a close friend, and is it something that needs explaining? The words are stuck in your throat, and you can���t bear looking through the pile after the sight of only two makes the blood rush to your face. Sylus is kind enough to spare a moment of silence, although his fingers don’t stop brushing through your hair in a touch that is just a little too tender. Dangerously tender - you can feel it in your stomach.

“What… what is this?” With a raw voice and reddened cheeks, you finally turn your head albeit slowly. His hands return to his side and he leans against the wall to cross his arms. A red flicker is seen in his eye, brighter in color than the imitative blood of the embroidery, and when that predatory smirk grows on his lips, all the implications of this confrontation wash over you in another ice-cold shudder. Your reaction is enough to admit guilt. He’s got you where he wanted you; pinned and at a loss for words.

“You wanted me to get to the point, and believe it or not, this is the point.” The two of you have known each other for not the longest amount of time, and although admittedly that time was filled with intimate moments that steal your sleep some nights, you’re not quite sure what he expects from this blatant presentation. The chair screeches when you get up, but doing so is the only way to get some distance between the pictures and yourself. “You’re not a stray kitten, are you now? Looking for a home and an owner still?”

“What exactly do you want me to say, Sylus?” Your fingers fidget by your side and it takes considerable effort to look him in the eye. He may be a dangerous man. Deadly, even, although you’re sure of his boundaries when it comes to you. However, when he pushes himself off the wall and leans into your face, you can’t help but shiver at the red glow.

“Did you have… fun?” He lets the word linger on his tongue to drag it out fully, while his tone reveals the bold amusement behind it. Unadulterated mischief gleams from his eyes as if he was enjoying every second of your unsure expression, and needless to say he’s fully aware of how uneasy the whole conversation has made you. Letting it affect his plans, however, is a different story.

You look off to the side. What is there to say? And how could you twist your answer to not further complicate things? Sylus values honesty, especially coming from you, as much as it’s clear that a half-assed lie not even good enough to fool Mephisto could make it past his vigilance. A straightforward answer to such a question would still not sit right with you, so averting your gaze is the best you can do. That is until his fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him. The grip is not tight, and if you didn’t know any different, it might’ve been gentle. That deceiving gentleness is easily exposed by the way his guise shifts to a darker look, and how his smile slowly fades the longer you’re forced to keep his stare.

“Kitten, no answer is an answer in itself. Now tell me how you played with that little bunny. Did you chase after it, have it for dinner?” Another silence follows. Any response at all would make your voice crack and dignity diminish into thin air. A full debacle without any way to start cutting losses; a full, proud win in his books. Distracted by this confrontation, you don’t notice how his free hand moves slowly. “Hm. I guess we might have to ask him ourselves then.”

The second he’s done talking, time speeds up for only you. He’s quick with it. You fail to even feel the phone being yanked from your back pocket, and it only dawns on you when he sits back down at the head of the table with it in hand. Spreading his legs comfortably and pursing his lips, he turns it on and begins scrolling. It takes a whole while for the shock factor to loosen its grip on your muscles, but even when you rush to his side, any efforts to try and yank it back would be in vain. “Sylus, stop. Please, I can explain if you really want to hear, but don’t drag him into this. He’s my friend.” Begging could work, since it’s him you’re dealing with. This time, though, he only raises an eyebrow at you.

“Friend? You’re getting quite imaginative, sweetie. Does a friend bend you over like that? If so, we’d be best friends long ago, and you wouldn’t scratch and meow like a dirty, dirty stray.” The way he uses the nickname he’s given you for downright degrading measures makes your stomach churn, reaching the limit when tears begin burning in your eyes. It’s not like you and Sylus have tied the knot, and the same thing can be said about Xavier, seeing as you’re yet to have a conversation with him that would justify such anger.

“This isn’t funny, Sylus. Don’t be childish and just tell me what you want me to do. If I hurt you, I can leave and you won’t have to see me again, but teasing me like this is unreasonable.” It becomes increasingly harder to hold back the tears and keep your composure, which is almost a mundane task when your voice reveals it all. He tilts his head. For sure now, how he’d treat a dog.

“Shh, there’s no need to cry. If you think that little bunny can hurt my feelings, you’ve surely forgotten what kind of man I am. Now come here, my dear, it’s just a normal conversation.” Whiplash doesn’t begin to describe his continued changes in tone, how his voice melodically promises a false comfort, and it causes his now outstretched hand to be subject to your scrutiny. He notices your reluctance instantly. No matter his growing desire to just grab and tame without waiting for approval, it’s clear now that such methods don’t work when he’s trying to get you to speak. So instead, he waits until you finally relent and take his hand, letting him guide you onto his lap. Before he continues, he puts your phone on the table. “There you go, what a good girl you can be. Is it really that unreasonable to ask about your day? I just want to know who you played with, kitten.”

The goosebumps from earlier return when he nuzzles your neck and takes a deep breath, but it’s nowhere enough for your body to relax in his arms. His free hand positions your legs and drapes them over his own before letting his fingers inspect the exposed skin - the act alone makes you curse such hot weather for having settled on wearing shorts. You wipe your eyes. Tired, confused and anxious, once was not enough to dry them.

“X-Xavier…” Your answer is lured out by a simple peck on the cheek, as naive as you are. He’s stopped in his tracks for only a second. After the second is over, his caress continues like his body had not heard your response, whereas his mind surely took it in. The featherlight touches of his fingers on your legs travel ever so slightly upward when it is now your turn to hide in the crook of his neck. Stupid, maybe, but what else could you possibly do with this tenderness but to fall just a little deeper into his arms, accepting whatever deception he so kindly offers?

”Xavier, huh? Then tell me, what did you and Xavier do?” A voice this soft couldn’t possibly have another ace up the sleeve, at least you can tell yourself that much. Maybe just a couple more answers and he’d let you calm down in his arms silently. “Did he play with you nicely, yeah?”

”Yes… we shared some snacks and he’s very… gentle.” His chest rumbles when he chuckles at your demeanor and words, but you don’t pay it much attention. Already humiliated enough, it is now none of your concern.

”Not the word I would expect you to use, but sure, let's go with gentle.” While not far from the truth, Xavier does tend to lose himself in the heat of the moment - by that you mean he could occasionally get rough with his pace and intensity, which happens more often than not - but that is not exactly something you’re thrilled about sharing with Sylus. Either way, by the sound of it alone, he probably knows this tidbit already. Grabbing your chin to pull you out of hiding, all he does is smile.

”He is, very,” is all you manage to whisper. His voice is sweeter than even Sylus’ now, and his words make you wish to never be without his embrace. Those soft blue eyes speak to you the most, especially when his eyebrows are furrowed and sweaty and he can’t stop moving his hips. The desperate sounds that fall from his lips without a thought present, harmonizing with the sound of skin slapping against skin that he himself cannot control. But no matter how sweet, maybe, just maybe, you lie awake dreaming of the moments he grips your hair for harder thrusts, or bites your shoulder to deal with the sensation, or when he grabs onto your ass tight enough to leave a mark, simply because his own strength has slipped from his mind together with all decency. Together with his sweetness.

Sylus moves closer to your face, successfully stealing back your momentarily divided attention. He’s not a big fan of you being distracted when he alone is what you should focus on right now, although he can’t help but find that little absent-minded look on your face, that makes him wonder what depravity you’re thinking about, endearing. That’s no issue, however, because soon, he’ll make you forget even your own name.

”Hm… why do I fail to believe you, darling? Well, tell me then, how gentle was he exactly? Like so?”

Full version on AO3 (linked). Please enjoy, have a good day and stay safe!

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Baby im back 😘 did u miss me! i want to vicariously live my supermodel dreams through a tall reader so lesgooooo

Geto: i could see geto being a short girl fucker So when he seems big amazon reader with her long ass legs hes like 🤔 theres a first time for everything!! Maybe she a lil shy so he gets her in the bedroom And the FREAK come out, im talking she spitting in his mouth and throwing it back on him, twerkin her shii like crazy- he's a changed man!! Can u see the vision, him leaned back manspreading while reader sucks the soul outta his dick, his hair mad ratty and sweaty and he flushed af. For some reason he give me heavy model!reader vibes idk i js feel like he'd wanna pretty lil thing like her on his arm

Gojo: office au, ok tbh i feel like gojo sees a woman in heels who is taller than him and he dont know how to act 💀 can def see him teasing her and making fun of her because he tryin to hide his crush and this mf accidentally say the wrong thing and piss her off like no she a grown ass woman she aint takin that shit. He's so loser and pathetic plsss i can just imagine him scrambling to make it up to her and then body worship sex after 😍 maybe even in the office ….

Choso: well if he aint find his mommy 🙄 fr can see him stopping his tall gf just to pull down her tank top so he can suck her tits when she just doing chores or some shit (SAME I WANT)

Nanami. ALRRR HEAR ME OUT, He's such a charming gentleman, maybe theyre chatting at the bar and got a good thing going but oop they stand to leave and reader is taller than and it awakens pervert!nanami. He tryin to be a gentleman bc u know, he respects her but he cant help himself. Maybe they go to dinner and shes all dressed up so he tryin to hold back but plot twist, she match his freak and gives him head under the table so he take her to the bathroom and he fuck her so hard after that 🤩

Sukuna, okkkkk for bitch boy kuna Hmmm im thinking, now hear me out, a modern au like in college and everyone knows kuna as the cold tough guy and he fuckin loyal like a dog so like everyone knows he got a gf but they never seen her. Cue one night he brings her along and she's a knockout like deadass model type shit and oh boy here comes loverboy!kuna like its day and night the way he treats her v everyone else like he's huggin and kissin her up and in their own lil world.

Toji: he see a tall girl and immediately check the booty out 😤 i feel it in my soul. Probably got her doing standing 69 where he holdin her upside down bc she tall so she the perfect height to suck him off while he eat her out. Manhandling vibessss man tryin to be the best fuck of her life 🤪

-🤭 anon

TALL READERS GET UR FOOD OMG

i’m gonna imagine i’m like 5’9 😽

i can def see suguru into taller women omg . he has yummy tasteeeee. FREAKY READER AGENDA >>>> wait … u just put smth in my head ???? throwing it back ???? ON SUGRUUUU?? he’d be so nasty gawwwddfd. (takes notes) sitting in his mouth is crazy 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ my type. oooo he’d totally go for model readers i see it so bad. suguru manspread always does smth to me

YEPPPP satoru loves a women w long legs n heels ☝🏽☝🏽. it makes sense bc he’s tall asf also. ur so right he’d be so annoying teasing his tall s/o but when she teases back he’d get all pouty like ???? OFFICE MAKE UP SEX YUM YUM

choso 🥹🥹🥹. i feel like tall women would intimidate him a bit but he can be dom if he wants to !!!

NANAMISOELPHPDGOHKJ. pervert nanami agenda 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. loooooves a tall girl. loved to wrap his arms around her n everything. i bet he likes to kiss all down her thighs / legs.

SUKUNA AND TOJI R SO REAL. sukuna’s big as shit so i’d be kinda scared 🤰. toji i’m crying. honestly ya he’d stare at the ass first. i bet toji loves tall women too, esp if they’re a little curvy 😞 STANDING 69 IS INSANE ????? real he’s a freak bitch so i get it. toji would def fuck his tall gf while standing doesn’t care how tall u are. will manhandle u all day 😞😞😞😞

[cuttergauthier]

New Jersey Two

Jack Hughes x Female Reader

This is chapter Two of Four

Can read chapter one here

Warning: Ex, fluff, cursing, Non supportive parents? Let me know if i missed any.

This has been in my draft for a while, I finally finished it.

word count: 1.4k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I just got to my apartment, thankfully I was able to find a beautiful affordable apartment that was fully furnished. It was now 8 p.m. and I was starving so I decided to order some pizza, for how late it was the wait was still 45 minutes.

While I was waiting for my pizza to get here, I took a quick shower since I was just in a plane. I changed into some comfy grey sweatpants and a tight white long sleeve shirt. I threw my hair in a bun I was too exhausted to wash it tonight, so I’ll just do it tomorrow when I wake up.

Once I was ready the I heard a knock on the door, I opened the door I paid the delivery boy and closed the door.

I sat down on my couch and turned on the tv and started to eat. I put on my brother’s hockey game since Ottawa was playing Calgary tonight. They were leading 2-1 in the second period.

I continued watching the game until it was over. Ottawa won 3-1 so I texted my brother to tell him congrats. I threw away the trash and went to bed. I could worry about everything else tomorrow I was too exhausted to worry about anything else right now.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed so I jumped in the shower. Thankfully I still had another two week before class started, I wanted to make sure I could settle in and find my way around the city before I got busy with classes. Once I got out of the shower and got ready for the day, I looked on google to try and find a coffee place that was close since I got in late last night I didn’t have the chance to go get groceries.

I found a place that was only a five-minute walk so I grabbed my purse, jacket and keys and made my way to the coffee shop. I got myself a small breakfast and a cold brew before sitting down at the table next to the window.

New York was beautiful especially during winter, it was snowing today, and it was beautiful. I looked up nearby grocery stores, and once I was done eating, I made my way there, thankfully the grocery store was only 10 minutes from my apartment, so it wasn’t hard walking back.

Once I got back to my apartment, I unloaded my groceries and forgot that I needed to buy some utensils since I had none, I found a store, but it was a little further away, so I ordered an uber.

Thankfully it wasn’t a long drive, once we got to the store, I paid the uber and went inside to do a little shopping. I spend about an hour there before calling another uber to go home. I found everything I needed, I was finally adulting, when I was in Michigan my parents’ house was close enough to campus so I would just drove to campus when I had classes.

The day was coming to an end, so I made myself diner and facetime some family and friends for a while. Then I thought I should facetime Luke and tell him what I did today. Luke has always been like a little brother to me, he can be annoying, but I love him regardless.

“Hey sis, how was your first full day in New York?”

“pretty good, I went and bought groceries and then went to the store to buy some utensils so I could actually make myself some food” I said which made him laugh

“You’re getting old sis” he said which made me gasp

“shut up Luke, I’m only 2 years older than you” he was smiling

“I’m glad you’re happy”

“me too”

“you should really think about telling Jack, he’d be happy to see you”

“Luke…”

“I know you don’t want to see him, but he’s my brother and I know he misses you, he asks about you every time I talk to him”

“If I ever see him around I’ll talk to him, but I really don’t want to have to call him or text him to let him know I’m here”

“fine… I have to go it’s getting late and I’m exhausted, so good night I’ll talk to you later, love you”

“love you too lukey”

He was right it was getting late, so I went to bed happy for a successful first day in New York and excited for another one tomorrow.

Today I was going to go to time square and explore New York. I’ve always dreamed of living in New York and now I’m finally here.

I got ready for the day and ordered an uber. The uber driver got me to time square and I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was.

I thanked the driver before he left and I started exploring the city. I found some stores I loved and made my way inside, I might as well shop since I’m here.

I bought a few new pieces of clothing and I didn’t need but they were to cute not to buy, as I made my way out of the last store time square was already packed and I bumped into someone’s chest.

“Dude you really need to start watching where you’re going” some guy said laughing

“Nate shut up it’s not my fault” someone said, and I recognized his voice it was Jack.

I looked up and saw Jack I didn’t think I’d run into him especially in Time Square. He looked at me and I saw him freeze. He was with who I assume are some of his teammates.

“Jack you okay man” who I recognize as PK Subban, Jack snapped out of it making him look at PK then back at me.

“Y/n?” he said in disbelief

“Hey Jack… long time no see” I said shyly

“yeah, no kidding, what are you doing In New York?”

“We’ll let you guys talk, were going to go to Sunglass hut” another one of the guys said before they walked away.

“umm… you want to walk and we can catch up while we do so?” I ask nervously

I didn’t know if he would say yes, and I honestly didn’t know if I was hoping he’d say yes or if he’d say no.

“yeah that sounds good, I can catch up with the guys later.” He said with a small smile

“So what brings you to New York? Are you here with some friends for new years?” he asked curiously

“um… no i’m actually here alone… I finally convince my parents to let me move to New York so I could go to Columbia university.” I said smiling

His eyes widen with a smile making its way on his face.

“Really? That’s amazing you always wanted to go to Columbia” he said happily

“Yeah, I got them to agree so I transferred I got here 2 days ago, I’ve always wanted to live here so I thought I’d explore the city”

“I’m happy for you, it’s about time you follow your dreams. How come you didn’t tell me you were moving here?” he asked lowkey hurt

“honestly I don’t know, we haven’t seen each other in over a year, so I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to know… even though every told me to tell you” I replied

“Of course, I would have wanted to know. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. You were my girlfriend and best friend, I’ll I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy” he said which made me smile

I had missed him too; he was my person every time I had good news or bad news, he was the first person I wanted to tell. He’s been in my life since we born, there’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for him and him for me.

“I missed you too” I replied smiling

“Well now that we are close by we can catch up”

“definitely”

We kept walking and talking we stopped at a coffee shop, we sat down and talk for a little while before he got a call.

“I have to go, but you have my number use it” he said smiling

He gave me a hug before leaving. I finished my coffee before deciding it was time to go back to my apartment.

I went to bed happier than ever, I thought I’d be sad to see him again, but I couldn’t be happier.

[animanganerd]

Everything Annoys Me And I’m (Too) Hot - Chapter 6

The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfic

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47881336/chapters/122424880

Special Thanks to @a-force-dyad-in-space for beta reading ✨

All chapters: here x

Chapter 6 ❖ Defiance

Lan Xiaoli rushed back to the roadhouse. Night had already fallen when he returned to his dads. They had gone ahead and ordered dinner along with drinks which had already been served. Only when the mouth-watering smell of food entered his nose did Lan Xiaoli realise how hungry he was. The afternoon snacks hadn’t been filling and after another bout of playing, all of it had long been digested.

However, his mind was too much in turmoil to even think about eating. He fiddled with his fingers and gnawed at his lip, trying to figure out the best way to breach this sensitive subject. The nervousness churning in his stomach made him feel dizzy and nauseous, his heart pounding so hard against his chest he feared it might jump out at any moment.

“...Li? A-Li!”

Lan Xiaoli winced at the call of his name.

Wei Wuxian waved a hand in front of Lan Xiaoli’s face and looked at him with a concerned expression.

Lan Xiaoli blinked a few times, then let out a dry cough and said, “Yes?”

“You’ve been out for a while, did you have fun?”

The teen pressed his lips together and lowered his gaze as he nodded. “Yep.”

“...”

It was quiet for a while. Wei Wuxian cast Lan Wangji a perturbed glance before he continued to ask, “Are you okay?”

Still avoiding eye-contact, Lan Xiaoli grabbed the tea cup in front of him, his hand slightly shaking. “Of course,” he said with a nervous laugh, then chugged the tea in one go.

Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes. “Something's wrong. What happened? Did you get bullied again?”

“It is nothing,” Lan Xiaoli replied in a tone void of conviction, his expression wooden.

Irritated, Wei Wuxian gave the table a firm slap. “Spit it out!”

Lan Xiaoli bit his bottom lip. He did want to know the truth, so he heaved a short sigh to steel himself. His eyes now locked with Wei Wuxian’s, he finally said, “I… hung out with some boys today.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “That’s… That’s great! Isn’t it?” he said, his voice a mix of surprise and relief. When he said the last part he lightly slapped Lan Wangji’s arm, as if he wanted his confirmation, but didn’t wait for an actual response.

“So, what did you guys do?” Wei Wuxian asked, before emptying his own wine bowl.

Lan Xiaoli unwittingly started to fidget around again. “We… we… talked.”

“About?”

Lan Xiaoli couldn’t bear to look at his parents, so his eyes started to dodge about. It seemed he was looking for someone more suitable to answer the question. But there was no one more suitable than himself. He vigorously rubbed his nose, almost as if to scratch away the awkwardness.

“How… babies are made,” he finally said, almost choking at the end.

Upon hearing these words, the wine bowl fell out of Wei Wuxian’s hand and rolled on the ground in a curve before it came to a rattling halt. This was the only sound to be heard before Wei Wuxian completely lost it, throwing his whole body back as he laughed his ass off. He was the next thing that rolled on the ground.

Lan Wangji’s thoughts, on the other hand, remained a mystery, as he maintained his usual cold and expressionless countenance.

Still wheezing with laughter, Wei Wuxian wiped the tears of amusement from his eyes. After he’d somewhat caught his breath, he said, “Okay… okay… I see.” He held onto Lan Wangji’s shoulder to hoist himself back up to a sitting position. “That’s not something that is taught in the Gusu Lan clan, huh?”

Lan Wangji just gave him a stern look and said nothing.

“I guess it is time for me to give you the talk,” Wei Wuxian continued with a smug grin, marking “the talk” with air quotes.

Lan Xiaoli’s face darkened. “I do not think I need the talk. I already got the talk. They said all the parents do it at night. But that is impossible for you, right?” He did not use air quotes.

Wei Wuxian’s laugh turned into an uncontrollable cough.

Lan Wangji calmly patted Wei Wuxian’s back. There was no way he was going to speak out on this topic.

“Right?” Lan Xiaoli pressed on, looking at his dads in turn with almost pleading eyes.

Once Wei Wuxian’s breathing had evened out, he started to explain, “You see, to make babies you need two people of the opposite gender. So, the two of us can’t possibly be making babies.”

A sigh of relief escaped Lan Xiaoli’s lips. That’s all he wanted to hear! So his dads were as proper and honourable as he’d thought. All was good. With his mind at ease, his tense body relaxed as well.

“However, that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex. In that regard, anything is possible! Two men can do it, a man and a woman, two women as well... I suppose?” Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji as if he knew the answer to that, but he just looked as lost as him, so Wei Wuxian casually babbled on, “No one knows! Anyway, when I was younger I thought I only fancied girls; it wasn’t until I met your father that I realised I like men too…”

Upon hearing this, Lan Wangji’s fingers curled slightly. It wasn’t obvious to the common eye, but his already rigid posture became a little stiffer. He’d stopped listening, lost in thought.

He’d always known he had to be aware of both sexes – to protect Wei Wuxian from the lecherous gazes of men and the enticing scents of women. He’d relied on Wei Wuxian being unaware of his own attractiveness, but hearing him mention this matter so casually, Lan Wangji realised he had to be even more vigilant from now on.

Lan Xiaoli, who speechlessly listened to Wei Wuxian’s chatter in horror, brought them both back to the matter at hand. “So you lied to me?”

Taken aback, Wei Wuxian stopped mid-sentence. “Huh?”

“Your nightly noises?” Lan Xiaoli said in a trembling voice.

“Ah…”

Both men stayed silent. Somewhat blindsided by the unexpected confrontation, Wei Wuxian shot an uneasy side-glance at Lan Wangji, but it was obvious he also didn’t know what to say. The atmosphere was suddenly ladened with a heavy sense of guilt.

Lan Xiaoli let out an incredulous laugh, burning tears welling up behind his eyes. “You lied to me. This is unacceptable!” He shook his head in disbelief and scoffed, “I would’ve expected it from dad, but you too, father?” He pressed out the words, as he tried to fight back the tears in his eyes and the anger that surged inside his heart. “This is against the rules. The rules that you taught me. The rules that you punish me for if I dare to just deviate in the slightest! How dare you?!”

After he’d said his piece, Lan Xiaoli could no longer hold back his tears, nor restrain the anger that flared in his chest. He jumped up from his seat and stormed out without giving the two men room to explain.

“‘How dare you?’ How dare he-,” Wei Wuxian, now furious as well, got up to follow and properly scold the teen, but Lan Wangji swiftly put a hand on his arm to gently hold him back.

“Leave him be,” he said in a hoarse voice before retreating to their room without another word. 

To outsiders, Lan Wangji appeared unfazed and perfectly calm as ever, but Wei Wuxian would never fail to see the soft ripple of silent pain in his eyes.

Infuriated by Lan Xiaoli’s behaviour, Wei Wuxian wished to hammer some proper discipline into that boy. Lies or not, he had no right to disrespect his father like that. Lan Wangji had been nothing but kind to him!

For now, though, Wei Wuxian grit his teeth and decided to let it go for the sake of Lan Wangji. It could wait until the next morning.

However, Lan Xiaoli did not return that night.

Left with not many options, Lan Xiaoli fled to the only other place he knew in this desolate area – the home of Peng Xiang, the tallest boy of the sex education squad.

Though their house had a small backyard with a henhouse, Peng Xiang’s family couldn’t be considered wealthy. Breeding and selling chickens was their main source of income. It was enough to pay the rent and feed the family, but not enough to live a lavish life.

Tears streaming down Lan Xiaoli’s face, he told Peng Xiang about the fight he’d had with his dads, overdramatising the details a little. Peng Xiang gladly provided him with food and shelter. To convince his parents, however, they had to overdramatise the story a little more.

When the two boys lay in Peng Xiang’s room at night, Lan Xiaoli also lamented over his hair troubles. “I really want to dye it black to make it look natural, but my dads won’t let me.”

“I can help you, if you want,” Peng Xiang offered.

Stunned, Lan Xiaoli’s eyes widened. He slowly sat up and wordlessly blinked a couple of times at Peng Xiang. The room was dark apart from the faint light of a street lantern. Lan Xiaoli could make out a warm smile on the other boy’s face in the dim light.

“Do you know how?”

“I do!”

Lan Xiaoli beamed at him, his eyes shining brighter than the stars outside.

The next day, the two boys went to Shigu’s famous market to acquire all they needed for their undertaking. Back at Peng Xiang’s house, the two walked into the backyard. Since Lan Xiaoli wasn’t adept in this field, he let Peng Xiang take the lead.

Getting his hair dyed felt incredibly good. Having someone else brush his hair and massage his head was so relaxing and comfortable, Lan Xiaoli almost fell asleep during the process. The rays of the warm midday sun gently caressed his face while Peng Xiang gingerly let some water trickle through his hair to remove any excess colour. Lan Xiaoli couldn’t remember the last time he felt this content.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when Peng Xiang spoke up.

“Done.”

Lan Xiaoli snapped his eyes open, immediately woken from his blissful daze. He scrambled to his knees and bent over the wooden basin on Peng Xiang’s lap to look at his own reflection in the water.

He stared for a moment, before he ran a hand through his hair and tugged on a few strands to make sure it was definitely real.

Peng Xiang was a genius. Lan Xiaoli’s now black hair looked completely natural, absolutely flawless. Exhilarated with the result, Lan Xiaoli felt like jumping around. To him, it was an act of revenge, rebellion, self-care and self-defence. 

Revenge for the lies, rebellion against the rules he had to abide by, self-care because it was about time he did something selfish for once, and self-defence against all the prejudice that had been thrown at him all these years.

This was the ultimate act of defiance.

He grabbed Peng Xiang’s hands and thanked him a thousand times.

Lan Xiaoli had much to be grateful for, but he was especially grateful for Peng Xiang’s hospitality and assistance in dyeing his hair.

While binding his hair together, Lan Xiaoli said, “I’ll go get some food. Want some?” 

“Sure, if you don’t mind?” Peng Xiang replied.

“Why would I!” 

Lan Xiaoli left in high spirits. There was a small hop to his walk, each step as light as a feather. As he sauntered through the market, he stumbled upon the pancake stand he’d ogled the other day. This time, he’d definitely treat himself to some pancakes! 

Just as he thought this, someone suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him around.

⬩ ❖ ⬩ ❖ ⬩ ❖ ⬩

When Lan Xiaoli still didn’t returned the next day, Wei Wuxian’s ire inevitably turned to worry.

Though it was already spring, the nights were still cold. Lan Xiaoli had no place to stay, and knowing how ruthless life on the streets could be, Wei Wuxian feared that something might have happened to their little one.

Even though Lan Xiaoli liked to put up a tough front, he still very much relied on his dads. Wei Wuxian was surprised that the brat managed to stay away for so long at first, but it also reinforced his concern.

Considering that the three of them had spent every day and night together ever since they met, Wei Wuxian thought Lan Xiaoli couldn’t have gone too far and went to the town of Shigu to search for him.

Never in his wildest dream would he have thought it would be so hard to track down a white-haired teenager in a mass of predominantly dark-haired people. Even the townspeople all denied having seen someone like him when Wei Wuxian asked them for help.

Wei Wuxian stood lost in the crowd of the market, turning his head here and there and scanning the people that scurried past him. His head started to spin and his heart started to race. What if Lan Xiaoli really ran further away? What if something had happened to him? What if he had an accident or worse – someone had hurt him because of his hair after all? How were they supposed to find him? 

The thoughts that were rushing through his brain came to an abrupt halt when Wei Wuxian spotted someone standing at a pancake stall that looked oddly familiar. Too familiar. Wei Wuxian squinted his eyes and craned his neck to get a better look – then began to fume with rage all at once.

Lan Xiaoli was alive and well!

The reason why it had taken Wei Wuxian so long to find the boy in the first place was because his most distinguishing characteristic was gone. Wei Wuxian needed a double-take to recognise Lan Xiaoli’s face, and only when he saw the birthmark below his left eye was he able to identify him with certainty.

That little brat went and dyed his hair! Wei Wuxian thought, as he approached him with clenched fists. 

He grabbed “that little brat” by the shoulder and turned him around with force.

“Where have you been?!”

Lan Xiaoli, surprised by the pull at first, quickly averted his gaze after recognising Wei Wuxian. “Does it matter?”

“Your hair… how did you…?” Wei Wuxian asked, eyes fixed on said hair.

“I got help from a friend,” Lan Xiaoli mumbled.

Wei Wuxian inspected Lan Xiaoli’s hair by gently combing through it with his fingers, and clicked his tongue. One could’ve thought being a hairdresser was this friend’s calling, given how immaculately the job was done.

“A-Li, oh, A-Li,” Wei Wuxian said, while he slowly shook his head. “This is going to have consequences, you know that, right?”

Lan Xiaoli slapped his hand away. “Consequences? What consequences? I am well within my rights considering the lies you told me!”

The shock of the boy’s dyed hair had overruled the fury Wei Wuxian had felt mere moments ago, but Lan Xiaoli’s attitude caused it to resurface at once.

“You’re overreacting! Why does it matter what exactly causes the noises?”

“I made a fool of myself in front of my friends!” Lan Xiaoli snapped back. 

Wei Wuxian thought he could see a glint of tears in Lan Xiaoli’s eyes, but he managed to steel his heart and remain unfazed. “You’ve known them for a day, they’re hardly acquaintances!”

“They were the first people to ever be kind to me! That makes them my friends!”

Wei Wuxian let out a short, harsh laugh. “What about Lan Zhan, Sizhui, Jin Ling, and everyone else from your family? What about us?!”

“Pff. You hardly count. You had no choice but to take me in.”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t believe his ears. His eyes started to burn as he stared at the boy in disbelief. He knew these were just inconsiderate words uttered by a kid without second thought, yet he couldn’t help but feel hurt. “So it’s worth less?”

Just then Lan Xiaoli realised the weight of his words, leaving him dumbfounded for a moment. “I did not mean–”

“You did though.”

"That is not– I did not–," Lan Xiaoli stammered, but was interrupted by Wei Wuxian, whose voice was rising with each word.

“Lan Zhan feels terribly guilty. He’s taken your accusations to heart so deeply that he’s been meditating in our room without eating, drinking or sleeping for the whole time you were gone!”

These words were hurled at Lan Xiaoli without mercy, each word hitting him harder than the one before. Hearing this was akin to a gut punch, and meant utter defeat for Lan Xiaoli. His insolent attitude was completely deflated, his complexion now paler than that of a ghost. The overwhelming sense of guilt took his breath away for a second and filled him with unspeakable regret.

As the teen was trapped in his stupor, Wei Wuxian took the opportunity to drag him back to their roadhouse by his collar. “You’re going to apologise, now!” he demanded.

Lan Xiaoli let himself be pulled away without a fight.

The thing he regretted most at that moment, however, was not being able to say a proper goodbye to his new-found friends.

Once they arrived at the roadhouse, Wei Wuxian pushed Lan Xiaoli in the direction of the room they had used for their morning lessons, which was currently occupied by a still meditating Lan Wangji.

Lan Xiaoli gave Wei Wuxian a tentative look, hesitant to enter the room.

“Talk to him!” Wei Wuxian said in a hushed but firm voice.

Lan Xiaoli lifted his hand to open the door but immediately lowered it again. Unsure of what to say, he reached for the door repeatedly, but retracted his hand each time until he had figured it out. He took a deep breath before he finally entered the room.

Lan Wangji sat cross-legged at a table with his hands on his knees and his eyes closed. The room was filled with the familiar cold fragrance of sandalwood that usually surrounded the man. The indication of how long he must’ve sat in the room for it to have taken on his scent made Lan Xiaoli feel an extra sting of conscience in his stomach.

Lan Xiaoli quietly walked over to Lan Wangji, and knelt down across from him. Except for the rustling of Lan Xiaoli’s clothes, there was no sound to be heard.

Lan Wangji kept his eyes closed without the slightest reaction, deeply focussed on his meditation. He assumed it was just Wei Wuxian again, who over the past days had asked if he wanted to join him for a meal or in bed, but Lan Wangji had stayed silent and still.

It wasn’t until he heard Lan Xiaoli’s low voice that he finally opened his eyes.

“Father…” The teen submissively lowered his gaze. “I am truly sorry for my behaviour the other day. It was just… hard to fathom that instead of educating me properly, you went along with dad’s lies, when you of all people should know it is prohibited. However, I should not have reacted the way I did, and it was not my intention to hurt you.”

The first thing Lan Wangji noticed was Lan Xiaoli’s dyed hair. He opened his mouth to comment on it, but decided now was not the right time. Instead, he lowered his eyes and inclined his head. “I am sorry as well.”

Seeing Lan Wangji apologise so sincerely made Lan Xiaoli’s cheeks flush. A bit at a loss at what to say, he averted his eyes, rubbing his nose abashedly.

The two of them sat there for a while, neither of them speaking.

Lan Wangji was the first to break their long moment of silence. When he lifted his gaze again, it fell right back on the boy’s hair. “You will receive punishment for this.”

“...” Lan Xiaoli couldn’t believe that out of everything he had done the past few days, dyeing his hair seemed to be the worst, but he just sighed and wordlessly accepted it.

Nevertheless, he was allowed to keep his hair black from this day on.

Now that Lan Xiaoli was aware of what the two men were actually doing at night, he couldn’t bear to be with them any longer and wanted to sleep in a separate room, as far away from them as possible. However, since he was so used to hearing it, he would’ve been able to make out Wei Wuxian’s voice even if they were miles apart.

When his dads’ continuous racket kept Lan Xiaoli from getting his much needed sleep, an overwhelming fury blazed in his chest. With his heart raging like a violent thunderstorm that could raze the whole building to the ground, he stomped all the way down to burst into their room. Or at least he was about to, had Lan Wangji not thwarted his entry by using his spiritual energy to force the door shut.

Lan Xiaoli staggered for a second, but realised he still could make his standpoint clear by shouting through the door. “Can you maybe STOP?!”

“No can do!” Wei Wuxian shouted back. “You try getting banged by the mighty Hanguang-jun and not make any sounds!” On second thought, though, this might be too tempting a challenge, so he quickly added, “...don’t you dare touch him!”

Lan Xiaoli grimaced in disgust and rolled his eyes so hard at Wei Wuxian’s shamelessness that they almost got stuck in the back of his head. With no response to that, he stomped back to his room and slammed the door shut behind him. In an attempt to block out their noises, he buried his head in his pillow – to no avail.

The next morning, Lan Xiaoli woke up with what could easily be the deepest dark circles in existence beneath his eyes. He didn’t only look it, he also felt incredibly exhausted.

While Lan Xiaoli was dead tired, he was astonished during their daily morning lesson at how fresh and well-rested Lan Wangji looked in comparison, considering how long the pair had probably stayed up last night.

Since Lan Xiaoli had not slept a wink thanks to the moans of passion, he’d spent the whole night thinking extensively about what he had learned about his dads and had come to a conclusion, which he proudly announced over breakfast.

“After deep consideration, I am certain that I am not interested in partaking in any kind of indecent activities, be it with women or men, and I never will be. I hereby declare that I am not se… not… not interested!!"

Upon seeing Lan Xiaoli struggle with the word “sexual”, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but snicker, while Lan Wangji nodded in approval.

“Whatever you decide, we will support you,” he said with a solemn face.

Wei Wuxian on the other hand snorted with laughter. “Not interested? I don’t believe such a thing exists. Trust me, you’ll change your mind when you grow a little older.”

Lan Xiaoli gritted his teeth, blood rushing to his head. “Shut up, Wei Ying!!” he snapped before jumping up and storming off, as he seemed to like to do recently.

Startled, Wei Wuxian clutched his chest and gasped, letting himself fall against Lan Wangji in feigned indignation. “Can you believe this brat?!”

Lan Wangji shook his head. 

Even though he understood Lan Xiaoli’s reaction, Lan Wangji couldn’t endorse how he handled the situation. Feeling hurt was one thing, getting riled up was another, but controlling the emotions one felt was one of the Lan’s principles that Lan Wangji had taught Lan Xiaoli many times.

“Sizhui was easier to raise, huh?” Wei Wuxian said, downing a cup of his morning wine.

Lan Wangji nodded.

Wei Wuxian sighed, as he poured himself another cup. “Don’t be upset, I’m sure it’s just a phase. It’ll pass.”

Lan Wangji did not respond.

Anyone would’ve been a little defiant after their whole world came crashing down on them. But to what extent? How long could such a “phase” last?

Riddled with concern, Lan Wangji observed Lan Xiaoli more closely, hoping Wei Wuxian was right and this was just a phase the teen would grow out of.

Alas, his behaviour did not at all improve over the following weeks. On the contrary, he gave his dads the cold shoulder and made sure to let them feel his disappointment at every opportunity.

Lan Xiaoli had been upright his whole life. He knew how to behave towards others and usually followed etiquette.

Now, it seemed he had not only lost his respect for his parents, but also didn’t abide by the family’s precepts anymore. He just seemed to forget and remember the rules at his own convenience. 

For instance, he started to gossip about other people as soon as they turned their backs. Especially when he felt superior to them did he drop his manners and assume a self-important air, turning into an arrogant, condescending brat.

Wei Wuxian condoned this behaviour, sometimes even joined in on the gossip. Unless Lan Wangji was around, then he turned into a criticising hypocrite.

To Lan Wangji, Lan Xiaoli’s conduct was wildly inappropriate.

People are known to have many faces – but not people from Gusu Lan. 

The face they showed reflected what they truly thought and felt; doing otherwise would be equal to lying. A member of the Lan clan would never harbour any ill intentions or devious thoughts. Should they ever be met with words or actions that went against their morals, they would communicate it honestly, clearly and patiently in a polite tone.

Lan Wangji had taught Lan Xiaoli this over and over again. 

And Lan Xiaoli was still a good student. He listened properly and memorised everything he was taught, knowing all the answers to any question Lan Wangji posed during class. But as soon as the lecture was over, he seemed to have forgotten all about it.

When even Lan Wangji’s punishments were no longer enough to contain Lan Xiaoli’s temper, he consulted with Wei Wuxian. 

“Xiaoli should stay in Gusu to receive proper discipline.”

Surprised by this suggestion at first, Wei Wuxian’s mouth slowly turned into a devious grin. The thought of Lan Xiaoli getting disciplined by Lan Qiren was too hilarious.

“Great idea!” he said with a pat on Lan Wangji’s back.

At first Wei Wuxian was thrilled to have some “quality time” with Lan Wangji. Being on their own meant they didn’t have to hold back at night!

On second thought, however, Wei Wuxian remembered they never actually did… In the end, it didn’t really make a difference whether Lan Xiaoli was around or not, but Wei Wuxian was excited nonetheless.

Lan Xiaoli didn’t question their planned return to the Cloud Recesses. He thought they would just stop by for a short visit as they had never returned following his adoption. 

Since Lan Xiaoli didn’t explicitly ask for a reason, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian decided it would be best to withhold the truth until they reached Gusu, as they feared he might throw another tantrum – or worse, try to run away again. Not that Lan Xiaoli had any chance of getting away from them, it was rather the thought of an incredibly uncomfortable and awkward journey with a grumpy juvenile that made Wei Wuxian’s skin crawl with goosebumps. 

And how right he was to keep quiet.

“What?!” Lan Xiaoli furrowed his brow in shock at the revelation. “I promise I’ll be good, please don’t leave me here!!”

He stood between Lan Sizhui and Lan Xichen at the entrance of the Cloud Recesses, while Wei Wuxian explained the situation to him.

“Sorry XiaoXiao, but you need some proper discipline hammered into you, and it seems you lost all your respect for us,” Wei Wuxian said.

As defiant as Lan Xiaoli could be, he had never been too far apart from them before and the mere thought of it made Lan Xiaoli grow anxious. “But why do I have to be here on my own?!”

Wei Wuxian sucked in a sharp breath. Of course they still weren’t welcome by Lan Qiren and had to leave right after dropping off Lan Xiaoli.

“Let’s just say you’re not the only one that gets upset at our nightly noises. Even if we wanted to, we really can’t stay. But don’t worry, we’ll try to do some Night Hunts in the area.”

This wasn’t comforting at all. Lan Xiaoli didn’t like the thought of not knowing where exactly his dads were in case he needed them.

He frowned, his face filled with distress. If this was because of his constant complaints about the nightly noises, he’d be able to restrain himself! “I won’t complain anymore, I swear!!”

Wei Wuxian looked into the boy’s glazed eyes. As annoyed and upset as he was by the brat’s recent behaviour, Lan Xiaoli was still able to pull the right strings in his heart.

Wei Wuxian leaned down to whisper some advice into his ear. “Whenever you feel lonely or scared, just sneak into your big bro Sizhui’s bed,” he said with a wink at the end. He then straightened back up and gave Lan Xiaoli’s shoulders a firm pat and a brief squeeze.

The separation wasn’t just hard for Lan Xiaoli. It was a fact that the three of them had been together day and night ever since they’d found him – save that short period where the brat had run away, but all of this was long forgotten. The nest would feel too empty without him.

However, Wei Wuxian couldn’t admit out loud that he’d miss their little one too, lest he might change his mind after all. So, he quickly turned away, fighting back his own tears.

While Wei Wuxian said his goodbye, Lan Wangji stood ready with Lil’ Apple by the main gate. When Wei Wuxian had reached him, Lan Wangji put a comforting arm around his waist and bid farewell by nodding in Lan Xiaoli’s direction.

Lan Wangji had endured being separated from the one he loved for over a decade, so the separation of a few months felt like a heartbeat to him.

He also knew this was a long overdue lesson Lan Xiaoli had to learn.

Lan Xiaoli felt like he was trapped between two pillars in the shape of his brother Lan Sizhui and his uncle Lan Xichen. Frozen in place, he stared in horror as his dads departed. He still couldn’t believe that they were actually leaving him behind. Lesson and discipline aside, was it really necessary to resort to such drastic measures?

Lan Xichen ripped him out of his thoughts by gently patting his back. “There is nothing to be scared of, Xiaoli. Sizhui will take great care of you.”

Since his dads couldn’t stay at the Cloud Recesses, Lan Xiaoli’s big brother Lan Sizhui was in charge of mentoring and supervising him.

Lan Xiaoli, seemingly stuck with his horrified expression, looked at Lan Sizhui who met him with a warm, knowing smile.

“I know it feels like there is something missing without them. It always makes me sad to see them leave. But I am sure you will have a splendid time with us,” Lan Sizhui promised.

Lan Xiaoli arduously squeezed out a smile, his heart still filled to the brim with doubt.

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MYG x Reader: Sweetheart 🔞

Summary: It’s an open secret in your friend group that Min Yoongi has a crush on you. You’ve never acted on it before, and neither has Yoongi. Until one night, when your teasing goes too far.

Genre: angst, smut, fluff.

Warnings: dom/sub, dom!yoongi, sub!Y/N, one-sided crush, consent!!!!!!!, aftercare!!!, min yoongi husband material

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I don’t know why but it’s physically impossible for me to write Yoongi smut without some angst LOL enjoy

It’s not exactly a secret that being the only girl in a friend group is bound to cause some drama.

You’ve heard stories from your other girl friends about dating friends that went horribly and you don’t want to lose the bond you have.

It’s also an open secret in your friend group of 8 that one person likes you. Min Yoongi. 

“Y/N!” You hear Seokjin’s voice echo down the hallway. You immediately perk up, turning around to see them coming.

You see your 7 friends, walking towards you with their luggages dragging behind them.

“Come in!” You beam. You were waiting in the doorway of your apartment as soon as you got a text in the groupchat saying they landed. You haven’t seen them in a while since they’ve been on tour and you have been busy at your own job.

You step back to let them enter your apartment, watching them take off their coats and push their luggage aside. Seokjin is first, smiling and opening his arms. “Have you been well?” He asks you, his arms wrapping tight around your shoulders. You giggle as he rocks you side to side.

“Yes, yes. How has our worldwide handsome been?” You tease him.

“Great, of course.” Seokjin says, pulling back.

Next is Jimin, the hugger. He takes his baseball cap off and runs a hand through his currently-black hair. He gives you a tired but honest smile and pulls you into a warm hug. “You tired, Jiminie?” You ask him, worried if he overdid it again.

“No.” He says, and you relax when you realize he means it. “I’m getting old, Y/N.” He chuckles.

“How would she know, she’s still in her twenties.” Jungkook jokes, pretending to be envious. He’s dressed in all black again, looking tough but he’s soft and sweet as he hugs you.

“I’m only a year younger than you!” You protest, and the others laugh.

“Still, you’re the baby. Jungkook, your days are over.” Hoseok jokes, eyes crinkled in a smile as he pulls you in next. You pat his back in a silent thanks from the annoying teasing you’re always subjected to.

“Thirty’s not old!” Jungkook protests. “If I’m old, then Seokjin-hyung is—”

“What am I? Huh?” Seokjin argues immediately.

“Ancient!” Jungkook says, then makes a run for your kitchen. “Wow, look at all this food!” You hear him say. You laugh.

“I don’t know how he can eat after such a long flight.” Taehyung shakes his head, but gives you a little grin.

“As if you’re not going to do the same thing!” You say as he hugs you like a little koala, and he shushes you loudly.

The final two of your friends are not much in the way of huggers. Namjoon is awkward showing physical affection, but he smiles at you anyway. Yoongi, beside him, is pretending to not care that you haven’t hugged him yet.

Suddenly, a thought springs up in your head. It would be fun to tease these two.

You grin and open your arms. “Come here!” You say. 

You look at Yoongi, whose eyes widen slightly. You walk towards him, then at the last second wrap your arms around Namjoon’s waist instead.

“Hey!” Namjoon yelps, then relaxes. He gives you a pat on the back as you rock him side to side. “Okay, now let me go.” He grumbles, and all of you laugh. Except Yoongi.

“C’mon. I made dinner for everyone.” You say, still smiling. “It’s gonna get cold.”

You walk into the living room, where Seokjin and Jungkook have already laid out the food on your coffee table, with everyone’s plates and all.

Everyone leaps for the food, leaving you without a spot on your own sofa. Not bothered, you are about to sit on the carpet when a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you into the armchair beside the sofa. You turn to see it’s Yoongi, who pulled you into his lap wordlessly. 

The room goes dead silent.

Hoseok breaks the silence. “Have you guys watched the new 9 o’clock drama? I heard people are going crazy over it!” He says nervously, grabbing your tv remote. 

“Oh yeah, I heard that!” Jimin catches on fast, a better actor than Hoseok is. “That’s the one with Bae Suzy isn’t it?” He says and Hoseok nods enthusiastically, turning the volume up louder than it needs to be.

No one looks at either you or Yoongi. 

Jungkook quietly slides two plates over to your side without looking, then glues his eyes to the screen like you two are doing something he shouldn’t be seeing.

Yoongi puts his hand on your jean-clad thigh to stabilize you, brushing past you to grab his plate and chopsticks.

“You’re not hungry?” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver. You look in his eyes, looking for why he’s suddenly doing this. Yoongi has never been this direct about his crush on you. Hell, he never even touches you platonically. So what’s this lap-sitting being brought on by?

Yoongi’s eyes are hard, his poker face is set. He’s intentionally not giving the answer he knows you’re looking for.

You frown. Fine, two can play that game.

You lean over to grab your plate, then shift to get more comfortable on Yoongi’s lap. You bite back a smile when Yoongi takes a sharp breath. 

You become immersed in the show, at least you pretend to. You try hard to ignore the feeling of Yoongi’s firm, muscular thighs. When you met him, Yoongi was on the slimmer side. There’s nothing at all wrong with that, but it’s… intriguing how manly he’s become. Even the hand on your hip is big and veiny—

You cough, jumping off Yoongi’s lap. As soon as you’re up, it’s like the ignoring spell breaks and the other 6 look at you.

“You okay?” You hear Taehyung call out. You wave your hand without looking back.

You walk around your breakfast nook and find a glass. You down an entire glass of water, then make yourself busy by rinsing off your plate and chopsticks to put in the dishwasher.

“Y/N.” You hear Yoongi say beside you. You stiffen. The TV volume goes up even higher.

“W-What’s wrong? If you want a second serving, it’s all on the coffee table.” You say, then dare to glance at him.

Yoongi’s face surprises you. He looks smug, a slight smirk on his face. But it fades fast, replaced by his poker face again. 

“You already made all this food, I’ll clean.” He says, sounding like his old self for a second.

You narrow your eyes, wondering what his plan is.

You watch on the side as Yoongi rinses some of the other pots and pans in the sink, putting a few in the dishwasher and hand washing the ones that won’t fit. When your suspicions fade away, you grab a cloth to wipe down the messy kitchen. 

But then he does it again.

As soon as you’re both done cleaning, Yoongi pulls you into his lap in the armchair. Now without a plate and chopsticks, he wraps both arms around your waist. You bite back a gasp as he lifts you easily, setting you on his upper thighs. You shiver as his arms hold you close, realizing how much stronger he’s gotten. You’ve hugged Yoongi on occasion before, but you don’t remember his biceps being so big, or his chest being so wide.

You look at the carpet instead of at him.

Soon enough the ending credits are playing on the TV and the others are loudly talking about it.

“I’m telling you the second lead is hotter!” Seokjin argues with Jungkook.

“The main lead is hot too! And he’s sweet to her!” Jungkook argues back.

“But he’s financially stable! And it’s not like he doesn’t love her, he’s just bad at showing it!” Seokjin argues. He turns to you. “Y/N, do girls like guys that are financially stable or not?”

You purse your lips. “We do.” Immediately, Seokjin fires back “I told you so!”

“WHY?” Jungkook continues arguing, his inner romantic flaring up again. You giggle at his irritation. “Money isn’t everything! If you’re really dedicated then you can still take care of someone!”

“You’re so sappy.” Jimin stirs the pot intentionally, although his smile says he agrees.

“What’s sappy about that? Have you fools ever been in love?” Jungkook protests. 

“Of course I have! Have you? All you do is play video games and work out, who are you in love with?!” Seokjin points at him.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough.” Hoseok says, getting sick of their banter. “It’s late, and I’m jet lagged. Let’s go home.”

The other 6 stand up and head to the kitchen to put the rest of their dishes in the dishwasher.

“Don’t want me to go?” Yoongi chuckles in your ear after a few minutes. You remember belatedly that you’ve been sitting on his lap, distracted by the kdrama arguments.

You hop off his lap, flustered. 

You watch them put their shoes on, Namjoon calling to arrange a ride. 

But no one looks at you, just saying bye without making eye contact. And you know why. Yoongi is standing behind you. 

“Hey, aren’t you coming—” Taehyung looks over your shoulder, only to be promptly dragged out by Jimin.

The door closes and you turn around, glaring up at Yoongi. “What was that?” You ask him, folding your arms over your chest.

“I could ask you the same.” Yoongi looks perfectly relaxed. “What was that gimmick earlier?”

You scoff. “Hugging someone and making me sit on your lap aren’t the same thing!” 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Then why didn’t you get off?”

“B-Because I didn’t want to sit on the ground.” You argue. 

Yoongi’s tongue protrudes against his cheek like you’re testing his patience. Then, he grins. “You missed me that bad, sweetheart?”

He takes a step towards you, and you take one back, bumping into the wall. “I did, but not like that.” You deflect. 

Yoongi puts a hand on the wall next to you, his chest inches from yours. His bangs fall over his eyes as he looks down at you. His cologne fills your nose, the deep scent making your head spin. “Like what?” He teases. “Don’t lie. I know you liked it when I held you in place.”

“Don’t word it like that.” You blush, looking down. 

“Y/N.” Yoongi says, making you look up at him. “I’ve never tried to hide that I like you, you know that right?”

You swallow. “Yes.”

“Why do you think I did that?” Yoongi asks.

You chew your lower lip. You know exactly why, which is why you never said anything. “You wanted to give me space and decide.”

Yoongi nods. “I’ve waited for you, but you never made a move even though I know how you look at me. But sweetheart, it’s taking a lot of my self control right now.” He whispers the last sentence, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

“Y-Yoongi.” You whisper.

Yoongi notices the hesitation in your eyes. He pushes off the wall, running a hand through his hair. You notice his cheeks are pink. “I’ll get going. Forget I said anything.”

You grab his hand, stopping him. “Don’t pity me.” Yoongi looks at you intensely. “You don’t owe me anything, understand? If you don’t want it, I’m gone. Simple as that.”

There are tears in your eyes now. Yoongi looks shocked to see you crying.“Of course. I know that. But it’s— It’s not that I don’t feel safe. I’m just nervous.”

Yoongi’s wide shoulders relax, and so does his face. He hesitates, the boldness of earlier gone. “Can I give you a hug?” He asks. 

You pull him in first, burying your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you, one hand cupping your head. Yoongi whispers apologies in your hair.

Yoongi leads you over to the sofa, sitting you down. You pull back, your eyes puffy. “What are you so scared of?” Yoongi asks, his eyes full of sadness. “I already said you don’t have to worry about my feelings. We can just forget tonight and go back to normal.”

“I-I don’t want to do that.” You say. “I want this, but I’ve always been scared of ruining our friendship.”

Yoongi lets out a sigh, tipping his head back. “That’s it?”

You frown at him. “What do you mean that’s all? I’m talking about us never talking again!”

Yoongi smiles at you. “Why the hell would that happen? If you became mine, I’d never let you go.”

You finally get tired of his flirting, and tug him in by the collar. Yoongi lands on top of you, cupping your head in his hands. You whine as he quickly takes over the kiss, leaving you no room to take control. 

“You’re so fucking cute.” He says in a deep voice, breaking the kiss to kiss your neck. 

Boldly, you reach up and kiss along his neck too. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Yoongi groans. Then, he pulls back. You pout up at him. Yoongi’s eyes darken. “Don’t look at me like that. It makes me greedy.”

“Then be greedy.” You say, pulling him down again.

“You want it?” Yoongi asks you, looking you directly in the eye. “Say it, verbally.” His voice takes a more authoritative tone.

You try to look away but he grabs your chin and pulls you back. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Yoongi presses.

“Yes, I do want you.” You say verbally, unleashing whatever beast is lurking inside Yoongi.

Yoongi attacks your mouth again, and if you thought last time was fierce, then you’re in for a whole new ride.

You lose yourself in the kiss, not even noticing when Yoongi wraps his arms around your thighs. You gasp as he hoists you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. “Since when—Were you so strong?” You gasp, whining as he breaks the kiss to take you to the bedroom.

Yoongi grins, putting you down on the bed. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He promises, taking his shirt off. 

You eye the strong lines of muscle on his chest and abdomen, feeling warm between your thighs. 

“Sit up.” Yoongi orders, and you sit up straighter. He comes closer, putting a hand on your head. You look up at him obediently and he hisses. “I’m in control now, okay? We’re going to use a system called the colour system. Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. As soon as you say either yellow or red, I’ll stop and check in. Repeat the colours if you’re okay with it.”

You nod, head becoming fuzzy by the second. You feel so safe, so taken care of. “Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

Yoongi reaches down and kisses your forehead in reward. You preen. “Shirt and pants off.”

You stand up, and Yoongi watches you carefully as you remove your shirt and pants. You blush as his eyes roam down your body. “Lay down.” He orders next, and you obey. 

“Yoongi, I want a kiss.” You say. Yoongi gets on the bed, obliging you. 

“T-Thank you.” You say, and Yoongi smiles at you.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He says, making you blush. You try to cover your face but Yoongi pins them next to your face. “Don’t hide your face.”

You watch as he kisses down your chest, getting closer to your breasts. “Lift your back.” Yoongi whispers, and you obey. With one hand, he unhooks the back. Yoongi makes quick work of licking at your nipples until they’re solid, his tongue working you up. He notices the little sounds you’re making, and now you're pressing up at him, wanting more. 

“What? Do you like that, sweetheart?” Yoongi teases. “Like my tongue on you?”

You whimper, too far in too reply. You look down at him with hazy eyes, and he understands. Yoongi continues to kiss down your abdomen, not breaking eye contact this time. You whine, grinding up against him. Yoongi’s hands leave your wrists, now pinning your hips down. 

He stops above your clothed vagina, looking up for permission. You whine more in return and Yoongi chuckles. In one move, he pulls your panties down, and you immediately lift your hips to let him remove them all the way. 

Yoongi presses a kiss to your lower abdomen, just before there.

“Y-Yoongi.” You gasp, and he responds by massaging small circles into your hips. 

You can hardly think straight when he begins eating you out, his tongue penetrating your already damp folds. Yoongi takes it slow and steady, watching you unravel with that damn smirk on his face. 

You grip Yoongi’s hair, running your hands through it in a begging kind of way. “Y-Yellow.” You breathe.

Instantly, Yoongi is off you. “What’s wrong? What do you need, baby? ” He asks, cupping your face.

You pout at him. “I’m gonna come if you just do that.”

Yoongi frowns. “What’s wrong with that?” 

You glare. “B-Because I wanna come with you.”

Yoongi takes in another sharp breath. “Y/N.”

“If I said okay, that means I want it all the way.” You say, knowing you’re being needy right now but not caring. “Don’t you want it?” You tease him back.

Yoongi’s eyes flash. “Don’t push it.” He warns you, and you lower your gaze. Then, he glances at your nightstand. “Any lube? Condoms?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Don’t have any…” You mumble.

Yoongi frowns. “Why not?”

You look away. “Because I don’t have sex often, okay? And I have an IUD anyway.” 

Yoongi hisses. “You are so fucking annoying.” He says, and you feel his already half-hard member harden further against your thigh. You sniff, pretending to be unbothered. 

“Then do what you want. Make me be good.” You dare him, and Yoongi looks up again. You eye his Adam's apple as he swallows, then watch him sweep back his bangs again. 

“Colour. Right fucking now.” Yoongi demands, the last shred of his patience gone.

“Green.” You say cheekily, and then he flips you over. He pulls at your waist, and you understand to lift your hips. He puts a pillow under your hips, then runs his big hand down your now-naked back. 

He runs his hand down once, then up again. You arch up into his touch. Yoongi chuckles. “That’s it. Good girl.” 

You preen at the complement. “T-Thank you.”

“I’m gonna prep you now, sweetheart.” Yoongi says. You hear clothing rustle, and you realize he is taking off his underwear. You feel him sit down behind you, his knees planted on the insides of your calves. You hear a wet sound, then feel his fingers at his entrance. You groan at the mental image of Yoongi sucking his fingers, wishing it would be you instead. 

Yoongi is slow at first, then moves a little faster when he realizes how wet you are. “You talked so big, but here you are, a mess under me.” Yoongi mocks you, stretching his fingers inside you. “I bet you could take three easily, huh, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes. Please!” You beg shamelessly.

And when has Yoongi ever denied you anything?

You’re a mess by the time Yoongi is done stretching you, wanting him inside you. You sigh in relief when you feel the head of Yoongi’s member slip inside you, an inch at a time. You must’ve made a weird sound, because Yoongi freezes. His clean hand comes up to pet your hair. “Are you comfortable?” He checks.

“I-I am.” You’re almost crying in pleasure. “I-It’s so big.”

Yoongi laughs, actually laughs at you. “Ugh. I should’ve done this ages ago.” He says, then pushes all the way in. You instinctively tighten around him, loving the stretch as he fills you up. “Sit up.” Yoongi orders. His other hand covered in your pre-come comes to rub at your clit as you sit up. 

You tip your head back against his shoulder. “P-Please.” You beg, head too fuzzy to even speak. But you feel safe. You know Yoongi knows what you want, what you need.

Yoongi kisses your neck once, then begins to fuck you. His clean hand comes to wrap around your waist, holding you in place. But you have other plans. You take his hand and bring it up to your throat. Yoongi’s hips pick up speed. “Do you like it, baby?” He asks when he knows the answer. “Hmm? Answer.”

“L-Love it!” You manage, and gasp when Yoongi tightens his hand just slightly. “P-Please come in me, please!”

Yoongi chuckles, matching his thrusts to the rhythm he rubs your clit at. Soon enough, both of you are a mess. “Almost there, baby. Hold on.” Yoongi promises, kissing your cheek. 

Finally, he presses you down against the pillow, your hips slightly elevated. Yoongi pushes into you all the way, rubbing your clit expertly. “Come, baby.” He says, and you let go. You have never come like this— you clench him tightly despite your whole body shivering and your poor legs trembling. 

Yoongi collapses on top of you, kissing the back of your head. “Good girl. So fucking perfect, sweetheart.”

He moves to get off you, but you reach back and hold his wrist. “I’m warm.” You mumble, and he understands. 

“Feel nice and warm?” Yoongi echoes you, littering kisses over your back. “Feel full?”

“Yeah.” You say, taking his hand off your throat and holding it in yours. You press a kiss on his hand. “Safe.” 

You can’t see it, but Yoongi’s face fills with pride and happiness when you say that. He strokes small circles on your hips, waiting until the fuzzy feeling in your head wears off. It takes a while, but Yoongi is always patient with you. 

“We need to wash up.” Yoongi says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

You agree, and sit up. Yoongi slips out of you, and you turn around to face him. “Come here.” He says, and you let him scoop you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom.

You let him wash you up quietly, not needing any words between the two of you. As you get out of the shower, Yoongi helps you dress in a fresh pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt. You watch him dress in his underwear from earlier, remaining shirtless as he guides you back to bed. 

“How was that?” He asks honestly, pulling you on top of his chest.

“Hmmm…” You consider it. “8 out of 10 stars. Wouldn’t recommend.”

Yoongi pinches your ass, and you giggle. “I’m being serious.” He says.

You look up at him, at his deep brown eyes crinkled in a smile. “It was amazing, baby.” You respond, cupping his face and kissing him tenderly. 

“Thank goodness.” Yoongi says, looking up at you. Then, he pauses. “I meant what I said earlier, you know? I’ll take good care of you.”

You kiss his forehead. “I know, sweetheart.”

[zero00o0]

Quiet pt 2

CW: mcyt g/t, fearplay, horror elements, minor character death (don’t be scared it’s not any main/side character), swearing, minor injury

// Wow. I really didn’t expect so much love on the first post- Thank you so much! I’m very flattered that my story was well received! I hope you all enjoy this part, it’s long lol //

He was hungry. No, not just hungry. Starving; he was starving. The last time he’d had something to eat was too long ago to count on one hand, and now his stomach was complaining about it in a loud, agitating way.

The only way to stop this annoying feeling, he decided, was to go out and look for something to eat.

So that he did. He had to have been looking around for hours, prowling the area in search of anything remotely appetizing. The search was beginning to grow tiring, and he lost hope that he’d find anything to eat at all.

Until he saw exactly what he wanted. It pulled up right in a vehicle, as if presenting itself to him on a silver platter, complete with a fork and knife. Excitedly, he walked closer, and closer, and closer, reaching out his cold hand until…

“Here. How many tacos can forty-five bucks get me?” Sapnap held out two twenties to the food-truck worker, shivering a bit as he clutched to his jacket with his other hand. The man took his cash and told him that he could get eight tacos. He nodded, and stood aside to wait.

When he brought Karl in, he’d been in nothing but his wet trunks and a light jacket he’d had in his car. It would’ve been a good idea to change before going to the hospital, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and he was in a rush to make sure his friend was ok. Thankfully the nurses lent him a free t-shirt. Turns out Karl was ok, he just needed some antibiotics and rest, according to the doctor that saw him. Once they were out of there, they headed to the pharmacy to wait on Karl’s antibiotics. The boy had asked Sapnap to get them some food, since they’d be waiting for awhile. Honestly Sapnap didn’t even realize how starved he was before Karl mentioned food. So Sapnap left him in the heated car while he went in search of something that wasn’t greasy.

When he heard the man yell out his name he walked over and picked up his take-out bag. He thanked him before walking back to the car to wait with Karl.

…

…

The drive back to the cabin was way, way worse at night. After the two got the medicine and finished eating they headed back to the cabin so Karl could get his much-needed rest. At first the boy had insisted he sit up front and keep Sapnap company, but the other refused, all but forcing him to get in the back so he could lay down. That didn’t stop Karl from talking with him, though.

“Please, you sound like my mom, Sap. “Ooh, Karl! You’ll hurt yourself talking so much, Karl! Don’t you ever get tired of being so energetic, Karl?” C’mon. I’m fine! The medicine was, like, magic or something. I feel much better already!” The boy’s voice did in fact sound more uplifted, but he was still audibly and visibly weak. His cheeks were still flush red, and his eyes looked dead. Though, it was four in the morning, so being tired wasn’t out of the ordinary. Sapnap himself had been stifling a yawn since they began their drive back.

“Don’t care. The doctor said you should rest, so I’m just following orders.” He shrugged, smirking a little as he could hear the man pout. “But if you have to talk, at least do it laying down or something. You don’t have to be right by my face, dude. I can hear you.” He glanced to his right and was immediately met with Karl’s red, sickly-looking face. The man had a heady grin as he giggled and sat back in his seat. Sapnap chuckled as well, glad to have the tension of the drive to the hospital all but gone and in the past.

For a few minutes the two settled into a comfortable silence, only interrupted by the sound of the wind and the chirping of the crickets outside. Sapnap himself was zoned out as the car made its way across the land, only snapping back to full alert when the voice in the back seat spoke up again. “I feel bad that George had to stay behind.. I hope he’s doing ok. He sounded so scared earlier.” Karl said, tiredness dripping from his tone as he yawned and finally laid down on his back.

Honestly he’d forgotten about the Brit in the cabin from all the excitement. When Karl mentioned him, Sapnap felt a sudden wave of guilt crash over him. “Shit. I forgot all about him..” He admitted, his voice faltering. “I mean, he’s seemed fine these last couple days.. I guess.” Sapnap frowned. George was only fine because he wasn’t alone. And now he was. Damn it. He was definitely freaking out right now. Without thinking much, he pressed on the gas and sped up.

…

…

By the time he pulled into the driveway he could feel gravity pulling down his eyelids. He always hated driving at night, it strained his eyes and gave him the worst headaches. But he would do anything for Karl, he guessed.

Once the car was in park, he rested his head on the back of the car seat, a small ‘thud’ sounding as he leaned back, his lips parting slightly to sigh. Guilt had been clouding his mind ever since Karl reminded him of George. He was unfair to him. His friend had made it clear he was uncomfortable with being alone yet he left him anyways. Stupid, stupid.

George really did seem to believe that there was some paranormal being out in the woods. It was so out of character for his otherwise “matter-of-factly” friend. Sapnap didn’t understand why the Brit let this scare him so much. Maybe he shouldn’t have teased him. He was being an insensitive friend. He’d have to apologize to him once they went inside.

And once they do get back inside, they’ll finish the rest of the vacation, have a blast, and go home. He made a mental note to stay away from remote cabins next time.

He angled his head back and stared at his sleeping friend, about to wake him, but suddenly stopped. Sapnap looked back towards his front mirror wearily. His heart seemed to stop in his chest as his gaze travelled along the edge of the trees. He could’ve sworn he just heard… He fell silent as he leaned forward and muted the radio. What…was that?

There was rustling behind him. He whipped his head around, eyes widening.

“Are we back yet..?” A familiar voice strained. He relaxed immediately. “Yeah,” He whispered as he shut the car off, “we’re back. Let’s go inside and get George.”

…

…

The first thing he registered was the pressure. It wasn’t intense enough to jolt him awake, but it was persistent enough to make him uncomfortably stir until he was awake. It felt odd. Strangely plush, but also stiff. And cold… so cold.

George startled awake.

When his eyes opened the first thing he saw was darkness. He gasped in fear as he pushed himself on his back, and away from the dark object he’d been pushed against. As his eyes glanced around and slowly got used to the lack of light, he realized that he was under ground, in what looked like a comically sized rabbit burrow. One look behind him showed he was cornered at the very end by whatever mass was blocking him inside. He sat confused for a moment.

Before remembering last night.

As soon as he turned back around he regretted it. Now that his eyes were adjusted to the dark, it was clear that the large object cornering him in the back of this burrow was the monster.

He barely suppressed a scream as he crawled back further, until his back pressed against the very end of the burrow.

Thankfully, though, it seemed to be asleep. Its hollow green eyes, for the first time since their rendezvous from the night prior, were closed in deep sleep. It’s chest rose and fell slowly, its arms hugged around itself loosely and its legs curled tightly. George couldn’t imagine that position would be comfortable, but what did he know about giant monsters? But even now as it were laying still as a statue, George still couldn’t decipher any defining features about it. The darkness shadowed everything about its face, making it look like it didn’t even have one.

But he didn’t have time to care. If George was awake now, surely the monster wouldn’t take much longer to wake as well.

He scrambled to his feet and, as carefully as he could, tip-toed around what little space he had in search of a way around the giant. Surely, there had to be a way out accessible to George. Sadly, it didn’t take but a minute to see that it indefinitely had him cornered.

Upon realizing this, the air around him suddenly became stale. He was gasping and sputtering as his knees shook with violent fear. There was no way out. The monster would wake eventually, and once it did, it could have its way with the human. Whatever sadistic desires it had planned for its little prisoner, it could accomplish because lord knows George didn’t have the means of fighting back.

The Brit fell to his knees, hands hitting the rough ground as his head fell limp. He dared to let out a sob as he dreaded his inevitable fate. What did it want him so badly for?? A pet? An experiment? Breakfast? Was his life really destined to end melting alive in the stomach of this creature? That is if it didn’t have the mercy to chew him up first. He sobbed again, stray tears falling down his cheeks pathetically and hitting the dirt below him. This was it. This was the end of his life.

He was crying harder now, strained sounds of sobbing weakly escaping his throat. George wasn’t the type of man to cry at most things. When he was upset, he’d express his frustration through disgust, or annoyance. He never cried. So now, finally letting out those bottled up, ignored emotions he’d been hiding since they got in the car, made him feel weak.. and vulnerable. Pathetic. He was trapped like a mouse, and the only thing he could do was cry like a wimp. He tried to wipe his tears away, but they were quickly replaced with new ones, so he gave up. Not even the sound of the chirping birds outside made him feel comforted as he began a new round of sobbing.

The birds…chirping..

George raised his head with what little willpower he had left and dared to look at the monster again. It was still asleep, but something was different. It was illuminated by light. Right over its side, the light of the morning was leaking through the space it’s body couldn’t cover at the top of the burrow. George stood with shaky legs, crossing his arms over himself comfortingly. It was tight, but if he got up there and squeezed himself through…maybe there was a chance…

Movement made him startle and back up to the end of the burrow again. The monster made a grumbling noise as it stirred, readjusting itself slightly. The Brit gasped as its arm extended out to be laying flat on the ground, just barely missing him, its large hand barely a yard away from touching him. George felt a moment of familiar sickness as he recalled that hand grabbing him last night. Or.. a few hours ago. He didn’t know what time it was, and when he tried to feel for his phone in his back pocket he realized he wouldn’t be finding out anytime soon, since he’d apparently dropped it in the excitement.

One thing was clear; George had a chance to escape and survive. Waiting here would only cost him more time, and if he didn’t act now, it’d be game over.

He pushed against the wall and stepped forward boldly. He looked over the monster’s body for any change of movement, but it remained still. Thank God. He took a few more steps towards the resting giant, until he was directly facing its abdomen. For a brief moment, George hesitated, second-guessing himself. But the sound of hungry rumbling from within the creature spurred him into action.

His moved his hand to grab onto the monster, and he realized that it was wearing torn fabric. He’d ponder on where it got clothing another time, for now all he wanted to do was use that to his advantage. Grabbing hold of the dirty material, he hoisted himself up. He climbed the monster’s body as quickly as he could, trying to be careful enough so it wouldn’t startle awake.

Finally, he reached the hole on top of its side. He pushed a hand against the roof of the burrow as he poked his head of out the gap. He could see the rest of the burrow behind the monster, along with an exit, covered by bramble and bush. Everything behind the monster was lit with the faint morning light, and in that moment the Brit was never so happy to see the natural sunlight.

He let out a laugh of relief, but paused when the monster shifted. His heart froze with splitting, freezing fear.

He covered his mouth with a hand, his body freezing up as he dared to glance down at its head.

The monster was grumbling, and shifting around with growing awareness. Fuck. If he was going, it had to be now. His time was officially up.

Boldly, George pushed himself through the gap. He tried to grab onto the fabric, but the Brit missed, and he let out a strangled, helpless yelp as he tumbled down onto the ground face-first. The fall hurt like hell, but he didn’t have time to worry about his pain when the monster was fully moving now, conscious growling now filling the cold air.

George didn’t dare to falter, jumping to his feet instantly and sprinting to the exit. He grabbed ahold of the bramble and hoisted himself up. His palms were soaking wet with sweat, but he managed to find the forest floor with only a few small stumbles and cuts.

And once his feet did find the solid ground, he didn’t wait a millisecond to start running.

He ran and didn’t stop. He didn’t stop for the pain in his legs, didn’t stop for the lack of air filling his lungs due to his quick pants, and surely didn’t stop for the terrifying sound of growling behind him. No matter how bad he hurt, there was nothing that could stop his legs from pushing forward.

Well, maybe a ditch could.

George yelped painfully as he stumbled into the deep ditch, landing in the cold water inside. His skin broke at the sharp thorns and branches he hit on his way down. He winced as he managed to sit himself up, a mud-soaked hand finding a place on his aching head. For a few seconds he forgot what he was doing completely, until the sound of ferocious hissing generously reminded him.

George let out a painful cry as he forced him up and climbed out of the ditch, laying his chest pathetically on the grass before he pushed himself to his scratched-up knees.

Wait. Hissing?

The monster didn’t hiss…

George turned around abruptly, only to be met with the pissed-off face of a bobcat. Fucking great. First a ginormous forest monster and now a regular bobcat. George slowly backed up, his hand searching the ground beside him for something.. anything he could grab that would help him.

The feral cat crept closer.

George’s hand found purchase on a big stick, and he held it out threateningly to the cat. “G-get back..f-fucking cat..” He mustered with a broken voice, so shaky that he disappointed himself with how pathetic he sounded.

But of course the predator wasn’t frightened by George’s lame attempt at intimidation. If anything, George daring to try and be scary seemed to piss it off even more. If snarled, spit dripping from its fangs as it took a few more steps and began charging.

It pounced at George, and in that moment the only thing he could think of was his friends’ faces. Sapnap’s stupid smile and Karl’s stupid laugh, their never-ending energy, their funny stories..

It jumped on him and went for the Brit’s throat, but he managed to catch its bite with the stick and push its head away, though that didn’t stop its claws from digging into his arms and pushing him on the ground. He screamed as he used all his force to keep its head away and it’s teeth locked onto the branch, some saliva dropped onto his cheek and he grimaced.

He was doomed to die here. He escaped a monster only to run right into another one. Would they ever find his body? Or would he end up being another number in some stupid statistic of people who got lost in the woods? Maybe that old lady would make him into an urban legend to get more vacationers.

The branch snapped. George closed his eyes, he didn’t realize he’d been crying before now. He tried to think of Sapnap and Karl, fill his head with the memory of his friends, something happy. He wanted to think of something happy before he…

A fearful yowl sounded, and suddenly the weight of the bobcat was gone. As much as he didn’t want to, George’s eyes involuntarily snapped open to see what happened.

The bobcat was lifted off of George and wrapped inside a powerful fist. The Brit was rendered speechless as his gaze snapped over to the face of the monster, screaming in fear as its haunting green gaze met his. The two maintained an intense eye-contact for a few long seconds, before the monster’s attention was diverted to the cat in its hand. It was biting into the monster’s thumb, it’s tail lashing in anger.. or fear, maybe both, as it tried to wiggle itself free. Despite what had happened, George felt sympathy towards the thing. He knew how scared it was, how confused..

The monster moved a thumb over the bobcat’s head, and George couldn’t bare to watch, closing his eyes. He waited for the horrible sound of a skull crushing.

But it never came.

When he dared to reopen his eyes, he damn near passed out in shock. Instead of crushing the feline in its fist, the monster was.. petting it?

Its thumb ruffled the fur on the bobcat’s head so gently, tenderly, George was shocked that a thing at this size could be so careful. More importantly.. WHY??

Before he could let his thoughts develop further, the monster suddenly squatted down, and placed the bobcat a little ways away from George. For a moment, he gasped in fear, backing away. Had the monster just wanted to watch the feline tear him apart? Was it really that evil?

But when the bobcat made eye contact with George, and began hissing again, the monster let out a stern grumble sound. The feline paused, glanced at the monster, and ran off, right past George. The Brit turned and watched it go off, the feline not hesitating a moment as it disappeared into the trees.

He turned back around, his heart beating powerfully in his chest. He reluctantly looked up at the giant’s face.

Even in the morning sun, the only feature he could notice about the monster was its unblinking green eyes. Now that they were both sat still in the tense silence, they could really study one another. And what George realized, was that the monster in fact did not have any features to study. Its face and skin were tar-black, as if it were made of the darkest shadows that lingered in the deepest corners of the night. For the most part, it appeared to be near-identical to a human in terms of its body shape and anatomy, which made George question what it really was even more. It had a messy heap of brown hair on top of its head, with dark green fabric wrapped around most of its chest, covering its pelvis and thinly wrapped over some of its thighs. It was ripped and torn with age, and desperately needed to be washed. (If they could find a giant washing machine that is) Even squatted down, it stood tens of feet over him, easily being over 100ft standing completely up.

George was so captivated by the anomaly, that he forgot that he was suppose to be scared. He was promptly reminded, though, when the thing reached out a large hand right towards him.

“N-no! Wait! Please don’t!” George yelled, scooting back until he hit a stump. His words made the monster pause its movement, and for the first time he saw it blink. George blinked right back, his chest moving up and down in rapid succession. He really, really did not want to be picked up again, and it seemed like the monster was beginning to understand. George’s mind told him not to try his luck, that it was a non-human creature that couldn’t understand him, but he didn’t listen. His impulse was taking control now.

“What are you?! Why are you doing this to me?? Don’t you understand how scary this is? What do you even want? To torture me? Eat me??” He yelled out his frustrations. It felt relieving to be honest. Though, he wasn’t sure the creature understood his words, it appeared to somewhat sense his anger by his tone. It tilted its head slightly, and it would’ve been kinda cute if George wasn’t scared shitless at the moment.

The Brit just bared his teeth, getting to his feet as he limped forwards a few steps. His fear and sadness were formed into anger, now. “You- you fucking monster! You’ve been terrorizing me all week! Ever since I got here you’ve been fucking watching me like I’m some prey to be caught! Is that what this is?? Some fucking game?! Playing with your food??!” To gesticulate further, George put a hand on his abdomen as he yelled at the thing, who just stared back at him with that stupid tilted head.

He opened his mouth to begin a new string of thoughtless, angry words, when the sound of rumbling silenced him. It came right from the beasts stomach, and he knew he wasn’t imagining it because the thing looked down at its body in acknowledgement. And suddenly all the confident audacity George had gained completely dissipated. The monster looked back at George and reached its hand out again, but this time George screamed and ran the other way.

He didn’t get far, he wasn’t sure why he thought he would, before the thing wrapped it’s large, cold fingers around his body and effortlessly lifted him completely off of the ground.

Now when George began to yell, it was with thoughtless, impulsive words of plea.

“PLEASE- PLEASE NO PLEASE, I-I CAN’T, I DON’T WANNA- I HAVE TO-“ The monster lifted him closer, and closer. “I-“

His thoughts were racing, he was breathing too fast to be taking in enough air, his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest…he was getting weaker, and sleepier. He felt himself draining, fading.

“I don’t.. wanna… die-“

His fear short circuited his brain, and he blacked out.

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���There’s not much left to say, sir. We got back here around 4 in the morning and walked inside and saw exactly what you’re seeing. We tried to look for our friend, and when we couldn’t find him we drove down to the check-in cabin and called the cops.”

Karl put out his arms as he shrugged for what felt like the hundredth time today. He had given this same exact story to every single cop here a million times now. He didn’t know what else to say. Hospital records showed him and Sapnap weren’t here, and that George was. What more did they want?

“So, did yer English buddy have any… y’know.. problems upstairs?” The cop asked him, raising a bushy brow as he wrote down something on his stupid little notebook. Karl frowned as he crossed his arms defiantly. “No, officer. Like I’ve said, George is perfectly sane. He was a little nervous to be in the woods, but that’s all! He doesn’t have any mental issues.” He stated. The cop hummed and tapped his pen against the paper. “Ok. Thank you, we’ll get back to you as soon as possible.” The cop turned and walked back to the cabin.

“That’s all?!? You’re not gonna go look for him? Arrange a-a search party or something? Just gonna stand around asking us the same questions over and over again??” He yelled at the cop’s back. Hands found his shoulders and pulled him away from the scene. “Yelling at them won’t help.” Sapnap mumbled, holding his friend back. Karl locked his jaw. “They’re not doing anything. George could be out there hurt a-and they’re just standing around trying to pretend to be doing something, Sap! Why aren’t you as mad as me?!” He pushed his friend’s hands off of him and turned to face him. Sapnap just kept a stone-cold face as he replied, “I am.” Karl’s frown tightened. “But if we yell at them they’ll just make themselves more useless.” Sapnap muttered. He was obviously trying to keep his cool, and struggling to do so. Karl decided to back off, and not push him over the edge.

“Ok, fine. I’m sorry I’m just..” His voice trailed off as he fiddled with his hands nervously. “I feel so guilty, Nick.” He never used Sapnap’s name, unless it was important. It definitely got a reaction out of the boy, and he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Karl. Don’t do that to yourself. If you start thinking about the things we could’ve done different it’ll just make you feel worse. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have controlled your sickness, and there’s no way in hell you could’ve known this would happen. Neither of us could.” He rubbed his arm up and down and gently as possible. Karl leaned into the touch and sighed.

“You’re right. You’re always right.” Karl smiled at him, and Sapnap smiled back. “I know I am.” He smirked, “Now.. I think we should take some matters into our own hands.” Karl looked at him with confusion. “What do you mean? I thought you said to stop yelling at them?” Sapnap waved him off. “I don’t mean the cops, Karl. I mean the one who started all of this.” The Texan pointed behind Karl. The boy turned around to see a cop talking to the old lady from the check-in cabin by what he could only assume was her car. They must’ve called her up here for questioning. He glanced at Sapnap and the shorter boy nodded to him as the cop walked away.

The lady looked like she was going to drive off, but Karl stood in front of her car, blocking her. She looked him in the eyes and for a moment Karl could’ve sworn he saw guilt flood over her face. Sapnap walked up to her window and tapped on it with his knuckle, motioning for her to roll it down. She hesitated for a moment before listening. “Ok. Cut all your fairytale bullshit, bitch. What is actually going on here? Where the fuck is our friend?!” He asked her, his voice just walking the line of being a yell. Karl snuck a glance back towards where the cops were, but they didn’t seem to notice they were even over there.

The lady stared at him with narrowed, troubled eyes before she closed them and looked down at her feet. She shut her car off and opened her door, gingerly getting out of the old vehicle. “I don’t know where he is, but I know what took him..” She said, not daring to look either of them in the eye. Karl frowned at this, and spoke before Sapnap could get the chance. “If you’re going to say anything about the evil monster you can shut that down right now. We want the truth.” Sapnap nodded as Karl spoke, and the lady just looked up at them with a manic look in her eyes.

“But that’s what I’ve been tellin’ y’all! That’s what I’ve been telling everyone- but no one’ll listen to me! Because I’m some crazy old hoot. Well if you mother fuckers want to know what actually happened to your friend, you’ll listen to me and listen t’ me good.”

The two boys exchanged a look before looking back at the old lady. Karl nodded slightly, a sign for her to continue.

“Alright. ‘Bout fifteen years ago these woods didn’t have a single cabin built in ‘em. This was no-man’s land at its finest. Well it was everythin’ me and my wife wanted. For our whole love life we wanted to build a cabin in th’ woods and live far away from everyone else in this fuckin’ fucked up world. So we did. We bought a plot of land, and got to workin’. Went smooth for a few months. We was new to the buildin’ thing, but there was no damn way we was ‘bout to let a man help us, so we pushed through, and boy did we push through hard! Had that exterior lookin’ as beautiful as a damn cathedral.”

She was smiling, the memories obviously making her happy. Karl would’ve loved to listen to her heartfelt stories, but right now he wanted to find his best friend. “Cut to the chase.” Sapnap said, seemingly reading Karl’s mind. The lady’s expression shifted.

“Well. Few months went by, progress was lookin’ good… that’s when we started feelin’ like we was being watched.” Karl felt his heart flutter with sudden worry.

“At first we thought we was bein’ paranoid. Course, who wouldn’t? Creepy ass woods were enough to make anyone a little scared. But then we started seein shit begin t’ disappear. Baskets, tools, you name it. That’s when my wife saw it for th’ first time.” Sapnap shifted beside Karl. Uneasily.

“It was a lot smaller back then, it’s grown up now but.. still fuckin’ creepy. Skin as dark as midnight sky, eyes as green as grass but lifeless as death. It moved as quiet as a mouse but as quick as a house-cat. First time she saw it she damn near shit herself, but she reckoned it was harmless and convinced me that it was too.”

The boys were silent. The lady continued.

“So we let it watch us. As time went on it got more comfortable ‘round us. Most mornin’s’ we woke up seein’ it’s fuckin’ eye starin’ right at us. I thought it was creepy, she thought it was cute. Acted just like a naughty kid. Stealin’ tools, playin’ pranks, leaving little sticks and leaves for us t’ find around. I’ll admit, the thing grew on me.. but..”

She stopped speaking, and looked down at her feet. Karl took a step forward. “But.. what?”

“That night. That fuckin’ night…”

“One night m’ lady woke up and decided to go out for a smoke. It was late, I was tired. I went back t’ bed and didn’t think nothin’ of it. ‘Till I heard her scream like I never heard her scream before. Got me out of bed and runnin’ to the front door like a crazy person. And when I got there.. I had to see that.. that fuckin’ monster holding her in it’s hand, just starin’ at her with those lifeless fuckin’ eyes. She was hootin’ and hollering for it t’ put her down but it didn’t listen. While she was strugglin’ she accidentally burned her cigarette on the thing’s hand. It yelped and… and it dropped her. Snapped her neck in an instant. And.. fuck if I yelled at it like a god damn psychopath. I screamed and cried and cursed.. and it just stared at me.. and finally ran off.”

“Buildin’ cabins was th’ only thing keepin’ me busy after that. I hired teams to build all the cabins in this here resort, hopin’ it’d make me feel better but.. the grief never left. And neither did the monster. Every day I wake up to see the gifts it used to make me and my wife by the doorstep, like it’s mockin’ me. Haunting me. Forever.”

Sapnap and Karl were rendered speechless, and a good few minutes went by where no one said nothing. Until Sapnap spoke up, startling Karl. “No. No, no. Fuck no. You’re crazy, you’re delusional, you maniac. There is no monster in the woods, there never was!” He yelled. Karl tried to grab his shoulder reassuringly but Sapnap pushed him away.

“You probably killed her, and made up this fucking story to get away with it!” Her pointed at her accusingly, but the lady didn’t flinch. “Boy. Tell me, and tell me honestly. That day you came, and was short twenty bucks, and went out to yer car. You saw somethin’.” Her tone was cold, not nearly as cold as her gaze. Karl glanced at Sapnap. The man remained quiet, refusing to make a sound, but his face gave his inner thoughts away.

“Sap- Nick-“ Karl began, inching closer to him. Sapnap didn’t look at the boy, as if he were frozen in place. “Maybe she’s right. Think about it. That day, you were at the car looking for cash. You said you heard the wind rustling the trees but… was there anything else?” The shorter man looked over at Karl with worry.

“No. I- I didn’t.. it was the wind. You can’t seriously believe-“ Karl cut him off. “Nick. Stop it. Stop trying to be rational. If you saw something, anything, tell me. Please. George’s life could be in danger.”

Waves of conflict passed through Sapnap’s expressions. He stared at Karl like a deer in headlights for an ungodly amount of time. Karl began to say something again, but Sapnap cut him off.

“I- I… I didn’t want to admit it. Because if I did, then it was real, and I didn’t want to ruin our vacation and make George more scared. I thought I was seeing things.. I had to’ ve- I” Karl grabbed Sapnap’s hands and held them firmly, not saying anything yet saying everything all at once. Tell me. Sapnap gulped.

“That day.. I.. I could be sworn I saw a green eye staring at me through the leaves. When I blinked it was.. gone..and it was quiet.”

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[erodasfishtacos]

Acting Up (mini blurb)

thanks sm to Sarah who generously donated to my ko fi. she requested a blurb about mlbrry going to get ice cream as a family so here you go! with a little harry in DAD mode.

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It was a hot night and the kids were a bit stir-crazy, so was eight-month pregnant YN in the house while Harry had been traveling to play.

“Mama, what’d y’want?” Harry murmurs, hand rubbing her bump as they wait with one hand as he has Ezra propped on his hip on the other side.

“Everything sounds so good,” She groans as she looks over the menu, pregnancy hunger was a real thing.

Her bump was bigger than any of her other pregnancy and she was quite miserable - though trying to make the best out of it.

“I’ll buy y’the whole menu,” Her husband replies as he reviews the menu board in front of them as well.

“Then I’ll be as big as house,” YN quips, hands running through Cash’s curly locks as he hugs her leg

“Just more f’me to love on,” He hums happily, moving to grope her bum a bit until she smacks his off with an eye roll.

He sees out of the corner of his eye his oldest taunting his middle child with goofy faces.

“Easton, enough,” Harry scolds as he sees Cash’s eyebrows furrow as he gets frustrated with his older brother.

Six and four - what an age.

The oldest stops at the firm tone of his father, huffing and giving his brother a dirty look before moving to stand next to his dad.

When they arrive at the order window, a teenage boy steps over to greet them, his mouth drops open as he sees who it is.

“Y-you’re Harry S-Styles,” The kid stutters, his face flushing red and his eyes wide as he stares at the celebrity.

Harry smiles kindly with a chuckle, “I am. Are you fan? Pleasure to meet you.”

“Daddy, why does he know your name?” Cash asked in confusion as he peeks around his father’s leg.

“‘cause he plays babeball, stupid,” Easton replies with an attitude towards his brother.

“Mama!” Cash shrieks offendly.

YN sighs, cupping Harry’s hand on her belly for moment, “Order me a banana split with peanut butter and extra strawberry. I’m going to go talk to East.”

YN pulls Easton to an empty table with enough room for the five of them and also to accommodate her belly.

“Why are you picking on your brother?” YN uses her mom mode voice as she watches her son pout out his lip.

“He stole my dolphin stuffie earlier!”

Of course.

“Is that the proper way to treat him though?” YN questions directly, tilting his chin up so she can make eye contact.

“No mama,” Easton mumbles, struggling to keep his mother’s gaze.

“Will you say sorry to him when he comes over?” YN encourages.

He agrees, lisps out an apology before Harry hands him a bowl of chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

After a few minutes, YN winces and stands from the table, a hand going to rest of her back.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Harry asks with concern laced in his tone. He was currently feeding Ezra little bits of strawberry that was dripping down his chin.

“Just my back is achey, I’m just going to stand and eat,” She grumbles, shifting her weight side-to-side as she takes small bites of her banana split.

“Stop it!” Easton whines when Cash sticks his finger into his older brothers bowl and submerges it in his ice cream.

“Cash,” Harry states, reaching for his middle son’s arm “Get y’hand out of your brother’s food, right now.”

Cash listens but snickers when he realizes he’s managed to annoy Easton.

When Harry looks back to his wife, he then hears Cash shouting, “No!”

The parents look back to see Easton with chocolate ice cream as his nice white shirt and Cash with a sticky hand of melted dessert.

“Cash!” YN scolds on frustration, they were really usually good with each other but today was not their day.

She sits down her food to rustled through the diaper bag for wipes. She cleans off Cash’s hands with a pointed stare as Harry reaches over to clean up Easton.

“You’re done,” Harry tells Cash firmly, picking up his son’s bowl that he hadn’t finished and dumping it in the garbage. “Y’don’t get ice cream if y’just goin’ to throw it.”

That sends the middle one into a meltdown and it makes it even worse when Easton taunts, “No more for you!”

It has Cash standing up and darting around the table but Easton sees him and gets up to bolt away from his grasps.

“Stop running right now,” Harry raises his voice, groaning when Ezra starts to whimper at the chaos and holds on to Harry tighter.

“Boys! Listen to your fa-“

Easton darts around his mother but Cash isn’t as agile yet and knocks right into the front of her calves causing her banana split to drop out of her hands and for her to stumble.

“Baby!” Harry panics, instantly moving forward to grab her arm and pulls her towards him so she tumbles into his chest instead of backwards.

“Oh my god,” YN whimpers, her breathing becoming quicker as her heart rate spikes from the scare, hands coming to her bump.

The boys are frozen still were they’re at. Eyes wide and tears welling at the fear their mother got hurt by them

“Mama, y’alright? Sweetheart, I know Y’got scared. Breathe for me,” Harry soothes more worried about his wife than scolding his kids.

“If I would have fallen,” YN is tearing up, anxiety spiking through her chest at the thought of the baby getting hurt.

Harry is breathing heavier than he’d like to admit too.

“Don’t cry, s’okay. The baby is perfect, y’keeing them so nice and safe, bein’ a perfect mama,” He assures her, kissing her temple and brushing away a tear.

Ezra is distressed too, of course the sensitive little boy is, chanting, “mommy, mommy, mommy.”

She clears her throat, smiling softly at her youngest boy, “M’okay, Ezzie. It’s all okay.”

“Mama, hold me,” Ezra begs, reaching out his arms to be switched to his mother but Harry holds him tight and shakes his head ‘no.’

“Not right now baby. Mommy doesn’t feel very good,” YN tells him, chest still pounding, back still aching.

And when their youngest starts sobbing, screaming that he wants his mother, well...YN starts feel overwhelmed by her two olders ones who are whimpering because they know they’re in trouble and Ezra tantruming.

“Sweetheart,” Harry can tell by the tears bubbling up along her waterline what’s going on, “Baby, y’okay. What do y’need?”

YN sucks in a deep breath, gathering her thoughts for a moment, “I just need a minute alone. You can have Easton and Ezra finish their ice cream. Then come after you’re done.”

“I can do that,” Harry replies sadly, he couldn’t stand seeing his wife upset or scared - it was one of the worst feelings for him.

When YN grabs the car keys and leaves towards the car, Ezra settles as soon as he’s being fed ice cream again. The boys hesitantly go back to their seats across from their dad.

Harry knows they’re young. They don’t understand what it would mean if they knocked their heavily pregnant mother over but it doesn’t mean aggravation isn’t running through him at the two. 

“Daddy...” Easton sniffles cautiously, kicking his feet under the table as his chest shutters.

“Yes?” Harry answers calmly, looking up from Ezra to meet his son’s gaze - the same green eyes staring back at him.

“Do you and mommy hate us?” His oldest asks as he wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand.

“No, mama and I love you two with all our hearts. But daddy is very upset with you two right now, do you understand why?” 

They both nod in agreement that they do.

“Why are we upset?” Harry prompts as he takes a wet wipe to rubs over Ezra’s strawberry stained face.

“Cause we made mommy almost fall,” Cash lisps shamefully.

Harry nods, “And we tell you very often that we have to be careful with mama because she’s got a baby in her belly and we have t’keep the baby safe.”

“Are we in trouble?” Easton voice is still quiver with his guilt.

“I’ll have t’talk to y’mom but if it happens again, y’both are goin’ to be in a lot of trouble and y’gonna get a consequence. Do you understand that too?” 

They nod in unison. Easton hadn’t touched his ice cream again, gets up to throw it away as he loiters - looking towards the car where his mother is sitting away from them.

Cash gets up to but slowly walks around the table to his father. 

“M’sorry daddy,” He squeaks tearfully, moving forward and digging his face into Harry’s bicep.

“Cash,” Harry soothes, grasps his son lightly under the chin, “I love you very much, okay? We just can’t do things like that. Y’need to listen to daddy and mama.”

He nods in understanding before crawling up into his father’s lap, right next to Ezra - who gives him an affronted glare when he realizes he has to share space with him.

When they’re done and Harry has let enough time past, he walks the little group of boys toward their SUV.

He opens the passenger side door where YN is reclined a bit, hand on her stomach and the air-conditioner blasting cold air on her face.

“The boys have somethin’ t’say,” Harry smiles softly, leaning over to give his wife a quick kiss.

“M’sorry mama,” Cash whispers.

“Me too, mommy,” Easton adds on.

“I forgive you both. You just have to be careful with me. You’re sibling is in here and we have to keep them nice and healthy, right? I love you two more than anything.”

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[lavenderbexlatte]

day 11 - mommy kink

mamamoo 1.1k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Kim Yongsun (Solar) NSFW

🖤 warnings: no pre-negotiation of kink, one very annoying insert 🖤

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Like so many things that involve her, it started as a joke.

Yongsun just takes good care of you. It's just in her nature, to be practical and organized and to get things done. That means that one way or another, she handles things like meals, and laundry, and making sure that the Netflix bill gets paid. Delegates the tasks to you, sometimes, and sometimes just does everything herself to save time.

It's not like you're helpless, of course. You're an adult, capable enough, and you can do anything she asks.

But she does take good care of you.

That's why, when she comes into the living room where you've set up camp to finish this last task for work with two bowls of dinner that she cooked at some point while you were buried in tasks and graphs, the angel that she is, you smirk at her.

"Thanks, Mom."

She scoffs. "Please."

There's no greater joy in life than being just a little bit annoying to the people you love, so you just take the bowl and double down.

"I really am thankful," you say, "I would starve to death without you, Mom."

"Ah, seriously...you're gonna make me feel old. You wanna give me a complex? Is that what you want?"

She's being dramatic, all loud voice and waving spoon, but she's grinning over the top of her bowl as she sits down near you, so you figure you're okay.

"I'm just showing how much you mean to me."

"Then be less weird about it," she mutters, around her food.

"Oh, yeah, you got it," you muse, "Thanks, Mommy."

When her eyes meet yours again, wide and round and shocked, you know you've won. But not quite in the way you expected.

You meant it to be another joke, in the same vein as calling her Mom, but you have to admit...the implication is different. Mom, as in, someone who helps your household run and nags you and is infinitely more responsible than you are, on average.

Mommy, on the other hand...

"Don't do that!" Yongsun complains.

"Don't do what?"

"Just...say stuff like that so casually!"

You lean toward her, meal forgotten. "Why?"

"Because - because-"

Things have gotten very innuendo-heavy, very quickly, and you're not hating it.

"Because you like it."

She's not shy at the worst of times, and she's not shy now. "Yeah, I do! And I'm trying to eat!"

You grin. "We could reschedule dinner."

"It'll get cold."

"I don't mind."

"I do," Yongsun mutters. "I'm eating first."

"First, implying that we're gonna-"

"You know what, go to your room!" she orders, trying an failing to keep a straight face.

God, she's the best. Commitment to the bit, always.

You don't even have to fake your pout. "Right now?"

"Without dinner!" she affirms.

"Damn. Unfair."

She waves you away. "Go wait for me, I'll be there soon. You know, since you don't want to eat."

"Oh, I wanna eat-"

"Go!"

"Yes, Mommy," you say, leaving your bowl and all but skipping away.

You can hear Yongsun groaning as you tuck yourself away in the bedroom, and you can't help the evil laugh at your own genius. It's not your first time pulling out this one on her, but the other times were in the thick of it in the bedroom, and aside from the usual debrief afterwards, it never came up. Utilizing something that you know she likes, on the fly like this...genius.

You're on the bed, on your phone, scrolling Instagram, when she comes in.

"If you're grounded, you can't be on your phone," she says.

"You didn't ground me. You sent me to my room."

Yongsun rolls her eyes. "It was implied."

Even so, you toss your phone to the side. "The being parented part isn't sexy, you know."

"You started it."

"I did," you agree. "Sorry, Mommy."

"And now I'm finishing it," she says, voice silky.

Ah, here we go. The fun part.

"If you're gonna call me that, you're gonna listen to me," she says.

"Yong, if you don't want to play, just tell me to stop," you check in gently.

"What was that?" she says, looking every bit the part, expectant and disappointed. "That's not the name you wanna call me so badly."

Oh. Guess she does want to play.

"Sorry."

"Sorry...?"

"Sorry, Mommy," you say easily.

It's not something you do often, not a necessity in the bedroom by any means, but damn it is fun to throw power dynamics like this into the game.

Yongsun grins, playful and dangerous, flipping her long dark hair over one shoulder and out of the way. "You really wanna do it this way?"

"Isn't it fun?"

"It is," she agrees. "But only if you're good."

"I'm never good."

The other times you've pulled out the mommy stuff on Yongsun, it's been in moments where you needed more. More careful attention, more focus, more collaboration on making you feel good. She isn't shy about taking what she needs, as aggressive in her pursuits of pleasure as she is in her work. So sometimes you find that asking her to shift to a caretaking role, as it were, balances things out again. Remind her that give and take is partially give.

"My baby must be pretty desperate, to pull out the provocation like that, out of nowhere," she observes.

Maybe you are. Maybe you didn't even notice how much you'd wanted her. But you notice now, your arousal impossible to ignore as she cages you in on the bed, carefully moves your phone to the bedside table to protect it.

"I don't want you to do all the work," you protest.

"Why not?" Yongsun asks, amused.

She's got you on your back now, and she follows you down.

"It's not fair, for you to do everything and me to just...you know. Take it."

"That's part of this, isn't it?" - she snaps the band of your shorts against your hip - "I get to take care of you, the way you like..." - she pulls the shorts down, all at once - "And you get to thank me for it."

"But I wanna - you deserve-"

"Oh, come on. Let Mommy take care of you," she says, and it manages to be sugary-sweet and completely derisive at the same time.

You started this, and she's gonna make it hell for you. Half-naked against her, still in her full outfit from the day, jewelry and all, you feel all the more exposed by comparison.

"Okay," you breathe.

"Ah - remember what I said," she tuts. "I do, you thank."

"Thank you."

Yongsun tilts her head, pitying, like you're not that bright. "Is that it?"

"What else-"

"How about, 'thank you Mommy, for taking care of me even though I ruined dinner because I'm too horny to wait'?" she muses.

"That's a mouthful."

"You're a handful."

Touche.

If this is how she's playing it before you've even fully begun, you shudder to think what she's going to put you through over the rest of the night.

You can't wait.  

[t0shii]

Hiiiiii :D can I request angst to fluff with Bokuto suna and Kyotani where their s/o wanted some food/snakes in the middle of the night so instead of waking the guys up they go by themselves to Store and the guys wake up looking for them and get scared/mad when they can’t find them

ღ — when they wake up alone

.! timeskip! bokuto, suna, kyotani (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ lots of cursing, mentions of eating; not proofread

.! oh wow... i will totally write this for you 😈😈 ty for the request & hope you enjoy- these turned out pretty lengthy huh?

bokuto

bokuto is absolutely beside himself when he wakes up and your side of the bed is cold and empty. quickly he sits up and calls your name, "y/n?? y/n, baby?" no response the crease in his brows deepening with the frown on his lips. "must he in the bathroom or something" he mumbles to himself, clumsily getting out of your shared bed and walking fast to the bathroom down the hall. he knocks on the door quietly, "babe, you in there?" he waits a few seconds before opening the door, only to find the room dark and empty. now he's feeling really nervous, where the hell were you? 'the kitchen?' he thinks but when he gets there it too is empty, he basically tears the whole house apart looking for you, no where to be found. maybe you left him? finally got tired of his immature personality, maybe you just couldn't stand to be with him another minute- even as he slept.

the negative thoughts plagued his brain, so much so in fact, he hadn't even heard the front door of your shared apartment open, or the thud of your snacks hitting the hardwood floor. he hadn't even noticed you make your way toward him, "bokuto, baby, what's wrong?" his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, "y/n? you're back?" he reaches out for you and you stand there hugging him as he sat on the couch, "yeah, i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks. why are you crying though? did you have a nightmare?" you run your hands through his hair and it calms him down almost immediately. "n-no but i reached for you and you were gone and t-then i couldn't find you anywhere.... i-i thought you left me for good." he hiccups, you feel guilt creep up your chest at his words. "oh bo, baby no! i just didn't wanna wake you since you have a match tomorrow." he sighs, arms wrapping around you tighter, "please just wake me up next time, you really scared me." you promise you won't leave the house without telling him from now on and cheer him up with some of the snacks you bought, and kisses of course.

suna

suna's first feeling is disappointment as he reaches over to pull your body closer to his, still half asleep, but is met with an empty space. he's annoyed but doesn't think too much about it, you probably had use the bathroom or something so you'd be back in no time. it's only when he realizes too much time has gone by and you still weren't in bed he starts to get really irritated and a little nervous, why weren't you back in bed? he groans, throwing the comforter away from his body and stands from the bed, "y/n where the hell did you go?" his voice his hoarse as he calls out for you checking each room in the apartment, only for them to be empty. he curses to himself as he sits on the couch, plenty of emotions running through his veins. it worried him that he had no clue where you were and it pissed him off that you hadn't said anything before you left. even more though, he couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that maybe you left with the purpose of never coming back- it made him uneasy.

he hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch in same position he'd sat down in, the sound of the front door opening snapping him awake almost immediately. all he felt was annoyance, it was nearly 2 am and here you were walking through the front door, paper bags in hand. "where the hell did you go?" the question comes out a little harsher than he'd originally wanted it to but he was too tired to care at this point. you flinch at his question, "uhm to the convenience store? i couldn't sleep so i decided to get snacks and you have a game later so i didn't wanna wake you." he rolls his eyes, "so you leave me to wake up alone? i couldn't find you anywhere- i was worried sick. do you only think about yourself or something?" well shit, he hadn't meant to say that last part. you drop your bags to the ground and immediately suna knows he's fucked up big time. "i-i'm sorry, i just didn't want to wake you up b-because-" you were already breathing heavy, tears staining your cheeks and suna has no idea how he can recover from this.

"oh fuck, baby- i didn't mean to- shit i'm so sorry" he inches closer to you and to his surprise you let him embrace you "i didn't mean to snap at you, i swear. i'm just so tired and i was so fucking worried you weren't gonna come back- god i'm so sorry" he hold you tight in his arms, "i'm sorry too rin, i should've at least left a note, but i knew i wasn't gonna be gone for long so i didn't even think about it." you apologize but he only shushes you, "still, i should have never snapped at you." you nod against his chest, "you really worried me though, i thought that- you know what it doesn't matter, you're back now. let's eat those snacks you brought back, yeah?" the two of you spend the rest of the night eating the snacks you bought and suna holds you close and tight like you'll fade away if he doesn't.

kyotani

kyotani is a heavy sleeper, especially after a long set and he's definitely not a morning person- no matter the time he's woken up. so when he wakes up you side of the bed empty and cold, he already feels him becoming agitated. he rolls over to check his phone, 3:52 am, "what the fuck, y/n" the grumbles, "y/n." he yells, loud but no response, "of course you're gonna make me get up." he scoffs. firstly he searches the living room, he knew that oftentimes, you had trouble sleeping and knowing he hated to be woke up, you would sneak into the living room to watch tv until you were sleepy again but of course you weren't there. you weren't in the kitchen either, and he didn't find you in the bathroom nor on the balcony. kyotani checks his phone, no texts no calls, nothing. he rolls his eyes and throws himself onto the couch refusing to text or call you out of his own stubborn national, plus, what if you were driving? he turns on the tv to distract himself from the pit of anxiety bubbling in his belly, nothing can really stop his thoughts from running wild though, he can't shake the feeling that you weren't coming back and had left him for good, finally tired of his- well everything about him, really.

he thoughts are interrupted when he hears the front door open, relieved to see your face but angry as he remembers you'd left without a word. he frowns standing up to meet you at the front door, apparently you weren't expecting him because you flinch as he makes his presence known by clearing his throat, "oh fuck- kyo you scared me! why are you awake?" he scoffs "oh i scared you? well at least you didn't wake up to an empty house at nearly four am" his tone has you frowning, "i didn't wake you up because you'd be upset with me and i knew you needed rest after your show from earlier." his face softens but still he rolls his eyes and glances at the bags in your hands. "whatever, what's in the bags?" he takes them from you and sets them on the island counter, "i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks." you follow him to the kitchen, "i got your favorite too." if he was still annoyed before he definitely wasn't anymore, did he even deserve the snacks? he'd just snapped at you minutes earlier. he grunts in acknowledgment, "c'mon, we can eat together, kyo. i'll put on a movie." you grab his hand in one hand and the bags of snacks in the other and lead him to the living room where you both lay on the couch.

his silence is all too loud as you put on a movie you both enjoy, "kyo, is something wrong?" kyotani can't help the tears that form in his eyes as he embraces you tightly, "i was worried about you, you brat. why'd you leave without telling me? you coulda left me a text or something." you're stunned at his sudden outburst, "i was only gone for 30 minutes, kentaro... but still i'm sorry, i should've left a note, but i didn't think you'd wake up while i was gone?" you rub his back and chuckle, "did you miss me that much, baby?" he shakes his head as best he can while it's in the crook of your neck, "i thought you weren't gonna come back." his confession surprises you, "oh... why would i not come back? i love you too much to leave for good." you grin, "really?" "really". the both of you spend the rest of the dark hours of the morning watching movies and eating the snacks you bought all while in a tight embrace.

[wandaromanova]

Life Support

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, toxic relationship (?)

A/N: hello! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi! Can I please request Nat always being on missions 24/7 and not spending time w reader and reader understands at first but after being constantly alone she finally confronts Nat when she’s getting ready to leave again so reader says “if you walk out of that door we’re done” then “please don’t walk out of that door” then Nat walks out so then they’re broken up. Sorry if it’s too specific💕

Summary: All good things must come to an end.

Word Count: 2K | navigation

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

If there was one thing you were certain of, it was this; dating an Avenger wasn’t easy.

You were in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and have been for the better part of two years now. At first, everything had been absolutely incredible. The redhead would come to your apartment every night, her body entangled with yours beneath your bedsheets. You would wake up to Natasha sleeping soundly beside you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she held you close. Her warm breath would fan against the side of your neck as you took in her features. 

Natasha would slowly stir awake, her eyes moving side-to-side behind her closed eyelids before fluttering open. She would be met with your wide smile shining down at her, your fingers slowly combing through her tresses. The redhead would pull you down by the neck, placing a tender kiss against your lips. 

When she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes would travel down to your neck and admire the dark purple marks that were littered across your skin. It was exhilarating to her, knowing that you were hers. Natasha felt a sense of pride and couldn’t resist a smirk from taking over her face. 

You would cook breakfast in the kitchen while Natasha sat on the counter, ranting about the events of the day before. Your laughs filling the space as she mimicked Steve and Tony’s voices, mocking their ridiculous arguments. Eventually, the redhead would hop off of the counter and come up behind you, her front pressed against your back as she held you by the waist. 

Once the food was cooked, you would sit on Natasha’s lap at the table, your hands linked behind the back of her neck. She would eat and occasionally feed you, holding the spoon up to your mouth and purposely missing your mouth, effectively getting food on your face. Natasha would laugh as an annoyed look would cross your face, a pout gracing your lips. 

The Russian would wipe off the food with the pad of her thumb, sucking it off of her digit before kissing your pouty lips. She wouldn’t stop kissing you until your pout was replaced with a smile. You were in euphoria each time Natasha would visit, but all good things must come to an end.

A feeling of sadness would wash over you each time she would walk out the door, unsure of when she’d return. Seeing her leave never got any easier. All you wanted to do was beg her to stay in your arms, but you knew that wasn’t an option. 

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You weren’t the only person that needed Natasha and you understood that. 

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Despite the feeling of despair that would creep into your chest, you never complained. You were aware of how selfish it would seem if you were to even so much as bring up the topic of Natasha staying for longer than a night. She was a vital part of the Avengers, a team that saved the world from threats on a daily. 

You had handled the arbitrariness of Natasha’s profession pretty well and settled for it. Having Natasha in your life occasionally was a lot better than not having her at all. However, there was only so much you could take. And one night, you had finally had enough. 

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For the past six months, you had seen Natasha a total of ten times. It seemed as if she had been taking on more missions that varied in their durations. She was gone for weeks at a time and wouldn’t contact you the entire time, unaware of when she was due to return. You would only find out when she was back home when she was already knocking at your front door. 

To say you missed Natasha would be the understatement of the century; you missed her like fucking crazy.

You would spend the weeks she was away, sleeping in bed alone as you clutched her pillow close to your chest. You practically lived in the sweaters she left at your apartment, the faint smell of her perfume lingering on the articles of clothing. The day you realized her scent had faded, you almost burst out into tears. 

It made you feel disgusted with yourself. You were waiting around like a lost puppy, desperate for Natasha’s return. You couldn’t focus at work either. Your thoughts were focused on Natasha.

Will she come home soon? Is she okay? Is the mission she’s on super dangerous? Is she not replying to your texts because she’s busy or because she isn’t alive to do so? Or what if she had been home and just didn’t care to see you? What if she didn’t love you anymore?

These questions circulated your mind in each time of Natasha’s absence. You knew that you had to confront her, but didn’t know how to go about the situation. What? Are you supposed to go up to her and say ‘Stop saving the world to spend time with me’? Obviously fucking not.

The more you thought about it, the more ridiculous you felt. Natasha was out risking her life for humanity and here you were, moping over not being able to see her. Pathetic. 

Regardless of how absurd you thought your concerns were, they didn’t stop you from finally confronting your never-present girlfriend.

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You had been sat on the couch when a knock sounded at the door. You immediately sprang up and rushed toward the door, hoping to see the woman that’s been plaguing your mind. To your surprise, you were met with red locks and green eyes shining with joy. 

You had to fight the urge to leap into her arms and shower her face with little kisses. Natasha’s happiness turned to confusion when you wordlessly moved to the side, giving her some room to enter. The sound of her heavy combat boots hitting the hardwood floor resounded throughout your apartment. 

You shut the door slowly, leaning your forehead against it with a sigh. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to confront the woman if you laid eyes on her. Natasha had you wrapped around her finger and you couldn’t help but feel like she capitalized on your weakness at times.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, moya lyubov (my love)?” Natasha’s raspy voice met your ears and you let out a shaky breath. “The fact that you don’t know what’s wrong IS what’s wrong.” Your voice came out small and you couldn’t see it, but Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

You heard her footsteps approaching you and you quickly turned around, coming face-to-face with your girlfriend, “What are you talking about?” Natasha’s hands moved up to cup your cheeks, but you swatted her hands away. 

“You’re never here, Natasha. That is what I’m talking about.” You walked past her and paced around the living room. The redhead was glued to her spot, her eyes following your every move. Your shoulders were tensed, your eyes were fixated on the floor as you walked around. Natasha had never seen you so serious before, and she wouldn’t admit it, but she was terrified.

“I’m here whenever I can be. Is that not enough for you?” Your movements came to an abrupt halt and you whipped around to stare at your girlfriend as if she had grown two heads. “No! It may be enough for you, but it isn’t for me! I’m alone for weeks on end without so much as a fucking text from you!” You raised your voice and Natasha felt irritation arise within her. 

“I can’t stop in the middle of a shootout or an interrogation to message you! I’m sorry that I’m away all the time and can’t give you details, but it’s my fucking job! You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” Natasha moved until she stood directly in front of you, chest rising and falling quickly as she took shallow breaths. Her eyes were trained on yours with an intimidating glare, but you weren’t scared of her. 

“My job is a priority.” The redhead gritted out through clenched teeth. You felt your own anger expand at her words. “And I’m not?” You questioned Natasha challengingly and she shook her head with a dark chuckle. 

“No. You’re not.” You felt your heart shatter completely. Her tone was emotionless and she spoke as if she didn’t care at all; like you were a stranger.

“My job comes before anything, including you. I can’t let the world fall apart just because you’re a needy bitch that can’t spend a fucking minute without me.”

Natasha was relentless and you couldn’t handle it. Tears rapidly fell from your eyes as your chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.

People who said that words couldn’t physically hurt you; were full of shit. Each word that fell from her lips felt like a stab to the heart. And as everyone knew, Natasha Romanoff was very good with knives. 

“What? You’re not gonna say anything now? You sure as hell had a lot of shit to talk a minute ago.”

Natasha’s tone was cold and you hated yourself for still trying to find the warmth that you used to soak in, but you couldn’t find it. All you were met with was a blistering wind that sent shivers up your spine. 

You remained silent, focusing on containing the harsh sobs that threatened to wrack your body. Natasha rolled her eyes at you and turned around, heading straight for the door. An alarm sounded in your head as you watched her walk away. 

“If you walk out of that door, we’re done.” Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke. Natasha froze, her hand on the doorknob going still. She stayed there for a minute, contemplating her next move. Of course, you didn’t think the redhead would actually leave, but she was always full of surprises.

Your eyes widened as she twisted the knob, pulling the door open. “Wait! Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.” Honestly, you didn’t really know why you were apologizing. If anything, the roles should’ve been reversed in this moment, but you were willing to say or do anything if it meant Natasha would stay.

Natasha ignored your pleas and took one step out of the door before you hastily rushed after her. You gripped her wrist for dear life and her head whipped around, a look of annoyance on her face. 

“Let go of me.” Natasha tore her hand out of your hand easily, considering she was much stronger than you were. You remained in the doorway as you watched the redhead strut down the hall until she reached the staircase. As soon as you lost sight of her, you slammed the door and fell to your knees. 

You had no intention of destroying your relationship. All you wanted to do was voice your concerns to Natasha. You were expecting endless reassurances as she wrapped her strong arms around your body.

But instead, you were crying on the cold floor of your apartment, her harsh words echoing throughout your mind. Part of you was waiting for her to knock on the door and apologize profusely for leaving, but Natasha was lots of things, and stubborn was one of them. 

Once Natasha came to a decision, there wasn’t much that could change her mind. That’s what hurt the most. You were positive that the redhead loved you just as much as you did her. You felt as though nothing could sever the unbreakable connection that brought you two together. The possibility of Natasha willingly leaving you had never crossed your mind. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for this outcome.

Natasha Romanoff was your everything. Her cocky smirk and infectious laughter were the oxygen that filled your lungs each time you took a breath. Her shiny green eyes and red locks were the chemical reactions of your brain that produced dopamine. 

Her love coursed through your bloodstream and kept your heart pumping. But now, she was gone. The minute she walked out, the light in your eyes disappeared and your skin slowly turned to dust. Without the woman you loved, you were nothing but a withering corpse going through the decomposition process.

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Natasha was your life support and she decided it ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ was time to pull the plug. 

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[svnarintaro]

hi! could u pls write how kuroo,bokuto,semi and oikawa would react to going to the beach with their gf and teammates and getting jealous when everyone’s staring at her in bikini?💖

kuroo, bokuto, semi and oikawa getting jealous at the beach 

a/n: i wrote this on the way home from my camping trip :( it was so much fun !

kuroo tetsuro

- he is a 'look don't touch' kinda' guy

- like he is eating up how good you look in swimwear

- like it takes a lot for you to make him jealous cause i feel like he really trusts you

- he may have patience of steel with strangers looking at you but if the team of nekoma comes he is keeping an eye out

- he just gets super clingy and his hands tend to wander

- when it comes down to it he will just pick you up over his shoulder and walk away

- he is just super assertive but he will show off that you belong to him

kuroo was just plain annoyed. it takes a lot for him to get annoyed but whatever his team was doing, they were doing a wonderful job pissing him off. "tetsu~ you won't have fun if you just sit there doing nothing.." you pleaded as you tried to pry your boyfriend off his towel. you looked absolutely stunning to him, he loved how the swimsuit made you look even more perfect than you already were but the thing that made him mad was not only were strangers staring at you but his teammates were too.

"kitten can you see i'm having fun here? i'm having tons of fun hanging around the millions of sand grains up my butt crack." he joked around to try and make you happy, but lev came up behind you and asked you if you wanted to go swimming with him and yamamoto. through the process their eyes were busy taking in how your body looked, how the swimsuit showed some of your best assets. the feeling of his own teammates were checking out his girlfriend so he did what he thought was necessary, he picked you up and walked towards to the concession.

"kuroo! let me down now!" you screamed as kuroo hummed a little tune to pretend to not notice you yelling at him to put you back on the ground. "man the weather is kinda beautiful, don't you think kitten?" kuroo played around with his words and let you down when your feet finally met the ground you had a massive frown on your face. "listen kitten i am doing what any jealous boyfriend would do when they have eyes on their precious girlfriend." you were hooked on one word, "wait your jealous?!" "yeah and what about it kitten you got a problem 'bout that cause we can handle that issue right here right now."

bokuto koutaro

- he doesn't really get jealous

- he gets protective

- like he will just hug you and cover your front side as he gets a towel to cover your back

- like he won't even notice which is the cutest part

- he like puffing his chest a little like a little bird when he wants you your attention

- please let his head when he wants your attention he just has the same smile he has when he spikes a ball

- he just has a pout to guilt trip people into stopping

you put on a cute bathing suit underneath some regular clothing to the annual fukurodani beach outing that bokuto would never stop talking about. you finally got a breath of fresh air when you arrived to the beach, when bokuto faw you he ran up to you and pointed out his lovely swim trunks which had flamingos on them, "me and akaashi found them at the mall and i got them to show you!" he bounced up and down with the endless amount of energy he had.

you squealed in the inside, "bokuto is just too cute' you thought as you watched him run off tot he bathroom. once you got your towel on the sand and sandals off you took off your hoodie and shorts to reveal the swimsuit you got. konoha just widened his eyes and dropped a ball as he turned to ask you you brought any snacks. bokuto was still in the bathroom, "konoha are you okay?" you asked as you tried to think of why konoha has a blush on his face. "suit. cute. you. hehe.." he tried to speak but he malfunctioned.

bokuto noticed his team mate staring so he did the only rational thing he could think of; he came up to you and hugged you. with his broad chest in your face you looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his face. you sighed and brought your hands to his neck, "thank you kou, you're like my hero," you laughed out a bit and smiled. bokuto's chest puffed up a little as a sign of pride and he tightened his grip and held you for while.

semi eita 

- pretty boy is mad

- like pissed

- not at you but at everyone

- he is calm but i feel like he is a person fully cuddle with you to bring the message that you're taken

- jealousy is something that semi feels cause he really feels like he will lose you

- the only thing that will turn this around will be a kiss

- like on the cheek or lips take your pick

- maybe a jealous make out session if he really is mad ;)

tendou was really getting bored, he tried to play a prank on ushijima and that didn't work. shirabu was away cause he had a cold so he did the only thing he had in mind, get semi mad. you were brought along cause you were the manager of the team but you were also dating semi, so tendou skipped along the sand trying not to kick it in anyone's direction but he got to you. you were standing around the umbrella helping make some food. tendou has this little smirk as he eyed semi.

"y/n~ has anyone told you absolutely tantalizing you look in that bathing suit of yours?" tendou started his line of compliments that were bound to make semi mad. "awe thank you tendou.. um? your shorts look pretty nice to me." you smiled as you questioned his words, you knew something was up but you didn't know wether he was pranking you or someone else. "i'm serious~ semi is one lucky person to have someone who looks like yo-" then you felt arms sneak around your waist and a head resting on your shoulder.

"ouu hi hi semi semi!" tendou waved to the mad boy leaning on you. a huff escaped his mouth as semi asked if you could be excused cause he had an issue that involved you, and proceeded to drag you away from tendou and behind a large tree. "so semi wha-" that was when you felt a pair of lips pressed against yours, you could feel the jealousy seeping through him so you returned the kiss but semi wanted more, he picked up one of your legs and pressed you against the tree and grabbed the other leg. he started to nibble on the bottom lip leaving you breathless and both of your lips pink. "hey there my jealous boyfriend that i love so much~" you teased as semi pressed another kiss onto your lips and you felt him smile a little bit knowing that you were all his.

oikawa tooru

- super whiney about it

- demands that you wear a jacket

- he throws a tantrum like a child

- like he will pout until he gets what he wants

- will make grabby hands at you whenever he is in your field vision

- always approach a jealous oikawa with a hug or he will be the prettiest little jerk

- he wants you to know that he loves you and wants you to love him back just as much as he loves you

all day the seijoh team was trying to calm oikawa down, he was playing volleyball like a madman and spiking the ball with all of his might. the reason was because you were talking to another boy while you were setting up the table where you brought an assortment of fruits for the team. "oikawa can you calm down a bit? even mad dog is getting a little scared.." makki quietly asked the captain who was pissed out of his mind. you were his and only his, and he hates when people let their eyes wander all over you especially when you are wearing a bathing suit like that.

when the game was over with oikawas team winning by a landslide he stomped over to you with fists closed and pout ready. you looked over to oikawa and he reached out to you, opening and closing his hands to urge you to come to him. you said thank you to the stranger that helped you and ran into oikawas arms. "hey there prince charming~" you smiled as you rubbed you hands on his back feeling the muscles that resided there. "princess... can you please wear my jacket or something?" his played with the bottom of your bathing suit. "but don't you like my bathing suit?" you asked as you looked down at yourself.

"no! it's not that it's just.." he looked around at the amount of males that were around, "i'm scared other guys will like your outfit too much.." he pouted, you shook your head at how silly his reaction was. so to tend to that you went ahead and kissed his lips, "i was seeking your approval dummy," oikawa smiled and turned a little, "i'm dummy thicc." he wiggles his eyebrows, "you're built like a cereal box honey.."

[nsheetee]

Awaken

Pairing: chenle x reader Genre: friends to lovers AU, fluff, mature content Length: 6.4k Summary: When Chenle invites you on a last minute trip to his family’s home in China, you’re excited at the prospect of a small vacation and about spending time with your crush. Surprisingly, Chenle’s extended family is there as well, and a series of events quickly awaken something new in both of you. Warnings/Details: female reader, explicit sex (breeding kink, unprotected sex [please stay safe], creampie) disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. the characters and events are not a reflection of reality or meant to offend in anyway.

“What do you mean you can’t come? We were talking about this literally last night, and not even 12 hours later, you can’t come?!” Chenle practically screams into his phone as he stuffs random pants and shirts into his open suitcase. “Explain yourself, Park.”

“My mom suddenly wants me to come home.” Jisung sounds apologetic and slightly timid, “She said she’s cooking dinner tonight for our family and if I’m not at the table she’ll cut my tongue off. I know she won’t actually do it, but... I don’t want to test it.”

Chenle sighs, sounding bothered by this predicament, but Jisung knows his best friend isn’t going to be that sad about his absence. It’s not like Jisung has never been to Chenle’s house in China, and although he loves the place, he knows this won’t be the last opportunity for him to fly there. When Chenle sighs once more, this time just to be annoying and show how irritated he is, Jisung speaks again.

“Don’t be like that. You love visiting your family, just think of it as an opportunity to spend more time with them.” Jisung hears Chenle fall onto his bed on the other side of the line.

“I do love to visit, but my whole family is either younger than nine or older than thirty-five. I just want someone that’s my age to be with me if I feel lonely.” Jisung pouts at that. Chenle is an outgoing person and loves to be around the people he’s comfortable with, so hearing that he gets lonely without his best friend makes Jisung’s heart hurt a bit. However, an idea suddenly pops into his head.

“Hey, you actually do have another friend our age, and I bet she would love to go to China with you.” At the mention of a ‘she,’ the only ‘she’ both Chenle and Jisung know at the moment who would want to hang out, Chenle sits up straighter on his bed and his heart rate speeds up.

“Oh, ___?” He tries to sound nonchalant, “I’m not sure. She would be meeting my family, won’t she think that’s weird? And what if she feels uncomfortable? It’s not like she can just go home—”

“There are lots of what if’s, Chenle. All I know is that she finished her finals and is on break, and probably deserves a small vacation for her hard work.” Jisung pushes, suddenly excited that he can’t come on the trip if it means Chenle can get closer to you. “Just ask her. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“If she says no, it will hurt my pride. So, that’s a lie.”

“Chenle.” Jisung replies flatly.

“Fine, fine, I’ll ask.” Chenle plays with the hem of his shirt, thinking about how nervous he got over this trip just by adding you into the equation. With some last goodbyes and a promise that Chenle will update Jisung about everything that happens this weekend, the call ends. Chenle fidgets through his phone, procrastinating calling you, but when every single app is checked and there is only the phone icon staring back at him, Chenle sighs and finds your contact, pressing the call button.

After meeting you through Jisung, you and Chenle quickly became close friends. You’re both easy-going, prefer staying up late at night, and okay with being lazy at home, so hanging out together is easy to do. It also doesn’t hurt that you’ll eat literally anything Chenle cooks, boosting his pride tenfold when you praise him endlessly for his cooking. Actually, one night at his house after he made dinner and you shared a bottle of wine on the rooftop of his house while looking at the night sky, wishing the light pollution didn’t erase all the stars, that’s when he figured it out.

You’re important to Chenle. So, so important.

He knows he has feelings for you, and that he cares about you deeply. He is aware of your presence whenever you’re in the same room and gets that longing feeling in his stomach when your attention is taken away from him. There is no doubt that Chenle is in the middle of falling head over heels for you, but he always feels the need to keep a few steps back.

He walks on a tightrope, on one end is friendship and on the other is love, and he’s stuck in the middle. You’ve given him hints of attraction and subtle nuances in your words that could possibly mean you have feelings for him as well, but nothing concrete enough that gives Chenle the confidence to walk further along the tightrope.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip can bring you two closer to the end of this balance beam.

“A trip?” Chenle hears excitement in your voice after he explains what happened with Jisung, and he feels hopeful, “That sounds like fun!”

“Great. I’ll pick you up in three hours.” Chenle feels giddy and nervous at the same time, his leg bouncing up and down to portray all of his feelings.

“Oka— Wait. Three hours?”

“Bye!” Chenle abruptly ends the call before you can ask anything else or change your mind, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed. He takes a few deep breaths and then stands up, continuing to pack his things. This time with more skip in his step that’s fueled by the promise of your presence with him for the whole weekend.

It’s already nearing 6pm when you arrive in Shanghai. You follow Chenle closely as he leads you through the airport, looking really confident about every turn he makes as he weaves through the busy and tired looking people. However, you’re both thrown off your path when a large window on your right catches your eye, the night view of the city of Shanghai making you stop in your tracks and swerve to take a closer look.

Your hands smudge the clean windows as you lean in and stare at the enormous city, the sparkling lights and tall buildings look like you just took a flight to the future, not just a few hours south.

“It’s pretty…” You trail off, not really talking to anyone in particular. Chenle, who followed you to the window and also stares at the view from beside you, smiles at the comment.

“You like it?”

“It’s amazing…” You sound like you’re in a daze, which makes Chenle smile wider.

“I should show you the view from the balcony in my room. It’s ridiculous.” Chenle nods and gives the view one more glance over. His words bring you back to reality, making you shiver.

In Chenle’s bedroom… where so many things other than watching the night sky can happen.

You heat up in embarrassment at the dirty thoughts, yelling at yourself in your head for thinking like that when Chenle probably meant it in the most innocent way.

“We should probably get going..” Chenle seems completely oblivious to your predicament, yawning as he turns around and continues walking through the airport. You follow him, lightly biting the inside of your cheek as your previous thoughts fly through your mind again.

The Shanghai airport is crowded, almost over-crowded. After traveling further through the airport, it gets hard to follow Chenle’s leather bucket hat that bobs through the sea of people and you have to grip onto his backpack so that you don’t lose him. He feels the sudden weight on his bag, turning around to see you struggling.

His hand finds yours, making you release the grip on his zippers and instead intertwine with his fingers, turning to look forward and once again leading you to baggage claim. Your hands start to sweat and you feel embarrassed, but Chenle doesn’t seem to mind as he squeezes your fingers softly and glances back at you to make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t let go of your hand until your luggage arrives, and when he does release your hold, you feel very cold and empty from the lack of Chenle’s touch.

“Mom, I’m home!” Chenle yells into his house, dragging his suitcase behind him and taking off his shoes, “I brought a friend.” You both leave your things at the door and Chenle hands you some slippers, then you follow him through the house in search of his mother. You find her in the kitchen, stove on and several pots and pans cooking food at once.

“Chenle!” She exclaims after seeing her son, and then her eyes fall on you.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You politely greet her, slightly unsure of what her reaction to you will be.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be bringing your girlfriend here.” She laughs gleefully and leaves the stove to come closer, almost jumping on the tile floors over to you.

“Oh, we’re n-” You begin, but Chenle cuts you off.

“Jisung couldn’t come, so I brought ___ here instead. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine,” She smiles, which makes you relax a bit, “You’ve never brought anyone here other than Jisung, I was beginning to think you don’t know anyone other than him.”

It’s your turn to laugh, covering your mouth as you glance at Chenle to see him roll his eyes with a sour look on his face. Before he can retaliate, his mom cuts him off.

“Well, since you’re here, could you set the table? I’m running late on dinner and I need extra hands. Get out eleven plates and those high chairs we keep in the closet.” She quickly makes her way back to the stove after warmly rubbing your arm, moving faster than your eyes can follow as she adjusts spices and stirs.

“Why so many?” Chenle asks.

“Your aunts and uncles are coming over today.” At that information, you turn to face Chenle with an unsure look painted on your face.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” You step closer to him and whisper, “If you’re having a family dinner, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Of course it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it.” Chenle gently grabs your shoulders and turns you around, forcing you to walk out of the kitchen and back into the foyer. You  collect your luggage and head upstairs.

Chenle’s house has an impressive three stories with several bedrooms, an office, and a lounge room in the top two floors and the rest of the important rooms on the first floor. You didn’t see much of the backyard, but you caught sight of several trees that surround the house, making the area more private. Considering this place is close to the city, you’re amazed at how all of this belongs to Chenle and his family.

His room is on the third floor, and you take a look inside when he sets down his things on his bed. The balcony he mentioned earlier is covered with long white curtains and his bed is wide, taking up a good chunk of space. On the other side of the room, a TV hangs on the wall and there are several gaming consoles hooked up. Overall, a normal guy’s room.

“You’re next door…” He mumbles and leads you to the room next to his. The layout is a mirrored version of his room, only the balcony is replaced with large windows and the room is more generic looking rather than lived-in like Chenle’s. You set your things down and glance out of the window; you’re met with the canopy of trees that grow in his backyard.

“And your bathroom is right here,” Chenle’s voice brings you back to the room, showing you inside the bathroom, “And if you need anything, my room is right through here.” He opens a door in the bathroom to reveal his room on the other side. You nod and walk over to the bed, plopping down on the soft covers.

“Your house is amazing. I feel like I’m staying at a fancy AirBnB… but I don’t have to pay for it and there’s a family staying here too.” You both laugh at that, but your comment has you questioning your stay here some more.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to be here? I don’t want to take your time away from family.” You bite your lip and look up at Chenle, looking for his honest answer. You’d hate for Chenle to not spend all the time he can with his family while he’s here, considering he can’t visit often.

“I am 100% sure that you’re okay to stay here. I think everyone will l-love you.” Chenle clears his throat after his stutter, hoping you wouldn’t question his sudden nerves surrounding the topic of love.

“Okay.” You nod and rub your hands over your thighs to rid yourself of anxiety. You only keep asking because you hate to be an intrusion. But if Chenle is sure that your presence here is okay, then you’re going to enjoy this vacation to the best of your abilities.

“You get settled, I’ll go help my mom. I’ll get you when dinner is ready.” Chenle turns around to leave the room, but you stop him.

“Oh, I can help. It’s the least I can do, and it seems like there’s a lot to get ready.”

“But you’re a guest—”

“I don’t mind.” You smile and leave the room first, looking over your shoulder as if to beckon him to try and stop you. Chenle doesn’t, partially because he wants to spend any second he can with you, even if it’s just setting the dinner table. But he also doesn’t stop you because that would mean grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back, and Chenle almost had a heart attack at the airport the first time he did that. Thinking back on it, the action felt natural but it still startled him, and he can’t get the feeling of how your soft hands feel in his own out of his head.

“Hey, wait up! You’ll get lost.” Chenle calls out and quickly follows you out of the room.

Chenle’s family loves you. In fact, Chenle thinks they love you just a little too much.

From his mom cooing at you as you help Chenle properly set the table to his aunts and uncles endlessly talking about your hobbies and school, it seems like you’re the life of the party tonight. However, that’s not what catches Chenle’s eye.

As he’s carrying some drinks to his dad and uncles who decided to sit outside after eating, Chenle passes by the living room to see you and his nieces and nephews playing. You’re reading a book to one of the younger kids while the others are coloring next to you and constantly showing you their art, seeking your approval or ideas on what they should draw next. Chenle’s two older nephews are playing tag around the table, and overall it’s just a whole ruckus. Chenle only has a chance to glance into the room for a second before continuing his trip outside to deliver the drinks.

As he’s coming back in, he’s startled by his older nephews who took their game of tag out into the hallway, almost running into Chenle.

“Woah, woah, woah. You shouldn’t be running in the hallway, get back in the living room.” Chenle ushers the boys back and once all of them are in the living room, he shuts the doors completely to keep anyone from going back out. His eyes land on you, you’re in the same position as you were before, but now you look up at Chenle and give him a warm smile while patting the spot next to you.

Chenle sits with his legs crossed while facing the same direction as you, looking over his niece's artwork and complimenting their scribbling, and then leaning back against the couch to mirror your position.

“I guess it’s more fun to play with the kids than with the adults?” Chenle asks, making your attention move from the TV screen where a kid’s movie is playing to meet Chenle’s eyes.

“Don’t you find it fun to play with kids? I think there’s never a dull moment with these guys.” You laugh and motion around the room as if to make your point.

“So, you like kids?” Chenle asks.

“Yes, a lot.” You nod, watching him look away and nod at your words. “What about you?”

“My nieces and nephews are… a bit too wild for me.” He admits, “But I like kids. I would like to have my own kids in the future.” Chenle speaks without really thinking about his words, just talking to you about anything is nice. When he realizes what he said at the end, his eyes glance over at you to gage your reaction.

“Same here. There’s some special sort of happiness that comes with having kids. I see it all the time on mothers’ faces, and I always wonder what it feels like. I bet you can’t really find that kind of feeling anywhere else in the world.” You muse, and Chenle quickly agrees with your sentiment, involuntarily gulping as the thoughts in his head rampage.

Could you get anymore perfect for him?

You look down at your thigh, for some reason not being able to look at Chenle in the eye. “I think… You’ll be a really good father, Chenle.”

Just from your simple words, Chenle’s heart begins to pound in his ears and warmth spreads through his chest. He watches you shyly look up at him, not being able to do anything but stare at you for fear of his body moving without his control.

“Can you please read again.” His youngest niece breaks the staring contest between you two with her question, pulling your gaze away from him. When your attention is on his niece, he quietly slips out of the room and stumbles up the stairs to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He paces around his bed, his hands running through his hair as he tries to figure out

what just happened. You said you like kids. You said you would like kids in the future. You also said you think Chenle would make a good father. Are you purely giving him compliments or… could you be hinting at something else?

Why does Chenle feel like his heart might explode any second if he keeps thinking about you. On second thought, he looks down, his pants might be the thing that explodes. Chenle sighs, slightly embarrassed that he got hard by just thinking about you.

You looked so cute playing with his nieces and nephews, so kind and genuinely warm hearted to them that it melted Chenle’s heart. He wants to see it again. He wants to see you reading a book to them and changing your voice for every character, listening intently as they tell you story after story, rubbing their backs gently as they color.

Chenle wants to see you like that with his kids.

His own thought scares him a bit, and he sits down on his bed while trying to calm his breathing. He’s even more surprised at the shot of pleasure that runs through him at his own idea. He feels his stomach turn pleasantly at the thought of a little you and him running around, you showing your love to both Chenle and your child.

Warmth grows in Chenle's heart; he wants it so bad.

He can imagine the picture so clearly in his head that it hurts him to think about it, since he knows he’s far from that point in his life. That doesn’t stop him from getting turned on, though. He digs the heel of his palms into his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to think of something —anything— else. Why is it that whenever you’re around, he can’t think of anything, but whenever you’re not around, he can only think of you?

‘It’s useless’ he sighs, scooting up on his bed and moving his bedsheets away.

Sitting against his head board, Chenle grips his sheets in one hand and his other slides down his stomach, tickling him slightly, and over his crotch. Swallowing thickly, he closes his eyes and focuses on his warm hand stimulating his member. He can’t help but let out a soft sigh at his own teasing, but soon has had enough and quickly pushes down his pants and boxers to let his dick spring out. Using some precum that glistens as it runs down the side of his dick, he starts pumping his shaft, eventually getting fully hardened.

His wrist turns every time he reaches the end of a pump and he slides down the headboard as his eyes flutter from the pleasure. Chenle is good at staying quiet thanks to the years of practice in his full house, but he can’t help the whines he emits every so often when his fingers move over his tip.

But soon, Chenle turns frustrated. He’s doing all the things he knows his body likes, but his orgasm is just too far away still. He becomes impatient, starting to shift his hips around and rub his length faster as sweat builds on his forehead, but it only hurts his wrist and makes him itch for his orgasm more.

Every time Chenle thinks of you while getting off, he feels a bit guilty.

He hopes you don’t mind it, but you hold a place in his heart and Chenle is very attracted to you, it’s impossible to think of anyone else when he’s in this position. So, Chenle takes a breather, and when he continues his stroking, he thinks about your tiny hand replacing his instead. His eyes immediately roll to the back of his head and he finds it hard to keep himself sitting up.

Chenle’s head is tilted back, his jaw dropping open bit by bit as he moves on to thinking about your warmth mouth around his cock, the way your face would look as you glance up at him and kiss up his thighs before sliding his member through your lips again.

Chenle has to shove the duvet he has been gripping into his mouth to stop the moan that almost leaves his throat, his eyes screwing shut as he imagines how good your wet pussy would feel around his dick, sliding in and out as you chase your own release. He loses composure when he imagines what your pants and moans would sound like in that situation, what your nails would feel like gripping onto his shoulder for dear life, and what the flesh of your hips and waist would feel like under Chenle’s hands as he drives you harder onto his cock.

Chenle eventually starts thrusting his hips up into his hand, desperately chasing his high to the very highest peak. Chenle has thought about you many times while jerking himself off, but this time around, the thing that makes him tip over the edge is the thought of his cum shooting into you. He lets himself fall into the pleasure, seeing stars at the thought of his seed filling you up. He milks himself as strings of cum land on his thighs and pants, going to the very last stroke until it almost feels painful.

He limply falls over on his bed, breathing heavy and ears slightly ringing from the intensity he brought upon himself. When the feeling goes away he opens his eyes and listens to the sounds of the commotion downstairs, his mom and aunties playing with the kids, and the cars that drive by outside his balcony. When he looks over at the bathroom door, his heart drops all the way to his stomach and his head turns fuzzy from panic.

You’re right there.

Maybe you think he doesn’t see you, half hidden by his bathroom door, but he sees your hand resting on the handle and he hears your heavy breaths all the way from across the room. A part of him wants to dig himself into the covers and never come back out, but he pushes that embarrassment away so he can think clearly. You’re just standing there, no doubt just saw him come, why aren’t you leaving?

“___,” Chenle calls out, his voice lower than you expected and making you flinch behind the door. “Come here.” He says it softly, but in a demanding tone, so you open the door all the way and look at him. A mess of sheets surrounds him and his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat, all of this is illuminated by the dim moonlight coming from the balcony. Taking small steps to him, you don’t know what to do with your hands or where to look, but Chenle makes it easy when he pulls you down on the bed next to him.

“Did you like what you saw?” His question startles you, “Tell me the truth.” He adds on. You nod, a question of your own coming to mind.

“Why did you say my name when you were doing… that?” Chenle’s eyes widen, not aware of your name slipping through his lips. “Tell me the truth.” You say back at him.

Something in Chenle tells him that things won’t be the same way between you two after tonight no matter how he tries to amend this situation, so he thinks he might as well take it as far as you’ll let him.

He leans into you slowly, lips sliding past your cheek and teasing the skin there, stopping to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Because I was thinking of you, why else?” He likes how you shiver, he likes seeing the goosebumps on your shoulder from his words. Scraping up as much courage as he can, he leans all the way in and places a hot kiss below your earlobe. He waits for you to push him away, but you only grab onto the front of his shirt for leverage, so Chenle continues. He presses slow and open-mouthed kisses down your neck, almost too slow, until he reaches your shoulder where he bites down gently, raising a sharp gasp out of you.

You push him away and look at his eyes. Chenle is afraid that you’ll tell him to stop because this surely means he screwed up, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the next words that come out of your mouth.

“Tell me what you were thinking about. I’ll make your dreams into reality.”

Chenle’s jaw drops slowly at that, looking over your face for any signs of a joke. But fire burns in your eyes and the hand that’s holding onto his shirt pulls him in, lips crashing together in your very first kiss.

It’s hot, the room and the kiss and the way your hand falls down to chest and stomach to reach his dick, once again twitching from just the slight sting your nails give him as they travel across his body, not to mention the way your tongue slides into his mouth, exploring every corner. The kiss is wet and messy, but neither of you care right now.

“Was it like this? Hm?” You pull away while tilting your head, somehow looking innocent as you start to pump his dick, the same way he did not too long ago. Chenle shakes his head, pushing on your shoulder to get you to sit on the floor. As you slide onto your knees Chenle grips the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, wiping his hands on it, and throwing it behind him, not caring about how dirty it will be after.

When he looks down at you between his legs, your little hands moving his pants and boxers all the way down his legs, he thinks he must be dreaming. It has to be fake, you look too good with his spit covering your lips and your hands spread out on his thighs, looking up at him curiously as if to ask for what he wants next. This has to be a dream, but when he feels your soft hair bunching up in his hand and the first touch of your puffy lips on his sensitive tip, he knows this is anything but a dream.

He’s all too excited when his hips push up into your mouth and his hand tightens in your hair. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t help how good you’re making him feel. His toes curl, his mouth releases little whimpers and pleas filled with your name, probably the most vocal he has been in his entire life.

You don’t mind the roughness from him, you like it actually, the wetness building in your core proof of that. The sight above you, Chenle’s head tilted back and the outline of his abs flexing every time your tongue swirls around his dick is more than enough to get you heated, desperate for some friction between your legs. Just when you think Chenle is going to cum, he pulls you away from him, surprising you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, suddenly afraid you did something wrong. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut hard enough that the dimples under his eyes come out. He lets you stand up, but grabs the back of your thigh to pull you closer to him.

“I should be good to you, I can’t let you sit on the floor and suck my dick all night, as much as I would like that.” That makes you chuckle a bit. Chenle smiles, moving your shirt up and peppering kisses over your stomach, right above your waistband. You remove your shirt, feeling Chenle’s hands play with the buttons and zipper of your pants.

“What’s next?” You ask after he slowly slides your pants off of your legs and throws them behind you. He looks at you, his eyes conveying how nervous he feels by your question. He’s not sure how you would feel about the next part of his fantasy.

“Can I come in you?” He asks so fast that you almost don’t register his words, but when you do your eyebrows quirk up. When you don’t say anything, Chenle continues, “I know this is kind of wild for our first time together, but I promise I’m clean and—”

“Sure.” Chenle shuts up at that, his eyes wide as he tries to read your face through the lack of good lighting. “I trust you. Do you trust me?” When Chenle nods, you climb onto his lap, your lips meeting again in a softer kiss than before. You grip the strands of his hair in the back of his head as you gently sit down on his thighs. Chenle immediately grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and hips against hips so that you can feel his dick pressing against your center, raising a strangled gasp out of you.

Chenle takes that moment to slide his tongue in your mouth, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you against him while his other hand moves your hips against his own. His dick rubs against your center, the slickness that has seeped through your underwear making Chenle shake with pleasure. He kisses down your neck and chest to leave hickies on the top of your breasts while continuing to grind up into you, starting to feel obsessed with how you sound every time his dick rubs against your clit.

You’re in the middle of taking off your bra when his hand that was moving your hips moves to your front as he runs two fingers over your covered slit. It surprises you and you let out a moan, forgetting about your bra and covering your mouth to stop yourself from getting any louder. He moves your panties to the side and slides one finger in to test the waters, you clench around him instantly and sigh in relief at how he curls his finger in you.

“Relax,” He mutters and removes your bra all the way for you, his hand once again finding a palace at your waist to steady you on top of him, “I got you. You’re safe with me.” He mumbles against your shoulder between kisses as you get adjusted on top of him. Your nails that were gripping into his shoulders relax a bit, and he adds a second finger to stretch you out some more. Your shaky breath tickles Chenle’s ears when he does so, but eventually you start grinding down on his fingers.

Chenle takes a moment to watch you grind onto his hand, your eyes shut as you’re completely lost in your own pleasure. You even look pretty like this, how is that fair? Chenle can’t help but express his feelings in the form of kisses over any part of your skin he can reach. You’re pretty sure he has kissed everywhere by the time he pulls his fingers away, making you turn your attention on him.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He gives you one last chance to back out, but you nod your head in agreement, your head cloudy from pleasure and your whole body begging for him to fuck you already. He nods too, guiding his dick into your hole and letting you slide down him inch by inch. Every move downward sends his mind blank and his stomach tightening, watching how he disappears into you and twitching from how tight you are. You keep clenching around him and it’s driving him completely insane. He leans back on his hands, breathing deeply to keep himself under control.

When you’re sat all the way down, Chenle takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together to place your hand against his cheek. You’re not sure if he even realizes he does this since his eyes are still shut in pleasure, but the gesture makes you smile a bit.

When Chenle thrusts up into you, your smile drops. Fuck, that feels good.

Chenle releases your hand and instead takes a hold of your hips keeping you steady as he thrusts up into you in a steady rhythm, drawing out unstoppable groans and moans from both of you, not caring about who’s hearing you two. His hips slap against yours with every move, sending you closer and closer to your high as you hold onto each other. When he stops for a moment, no doubt tired from all of the work, you continue to roll your hips against his.

“Ah—” He groans at your movements, “Oh my god, ___, don’t stop.” He moans. If you thought Chenle’s singing voice sounded heavenly, then you think the voice he used to moan your name might be out of this world, filled with so much feeling and lust that you don’t think he can even register what he’s saying anymore.

You feel your orgasm approaching all too fast, and when Chenle’s hips start to move again, you think he might be close too. That’s when you lean into his ear, the same way he did to you when he started all of this just a while ago.

“Come in me, Chenle.” You beg him, and his hips move faster, the grip he has on your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises. You can’t think about it right now, though, as his cock moves in and out of you mercilessly and your name tumbles out of his lips once again.

Your orgasm breaks open throughout you, spreading like a wildfire through your nerves. You’re sure you can feel Chenle all over you and all around you as you come, pleasure filling you up from your head to your toes. As your muscles flutter around him, Chenle lets go too, white and hot springs of his sperm shoot into you. He continues to fuck it into you, slowing down when he feels both of you almost topple over from fatigue.

He slowly lays down in his bed, careful when he rolls you to the side. Sliding his dick out, he watches his white seed flow out of your pussy and down your thigh, his lips opening in awe and surprise at how much he likes the sight.

“Are you okay?” He asks, suddenly realizing the redness around your hips and waist from his own hands.

“Oh, I’m great. I’m wonderful, actually.” You sigh out, your eyes closed as you are still trying to get over the orgasm Chenle gave you. Your words make him chuckle, a bit of cockiness peaking through.

“Huh, I guess I’m that good, yeah?” Chenle makes sure to send you a closed lip smile, and you peak an eye open to hit him gently against the arm before retracting and falling limp again, both of you not able to control your bubbling laughter.

Chenle always imagined what the other side of the balance beam would look like— how it would feel like. Now, as he looks at your messy hair, your shining skin under the moonlight, and your quiet mumbles about random things as you cuddle under the blanket, he thinks it may feel just like this.

Later, after you and Chenle cleaned up a bit and got situated under the covers with you laying your head on his shoulder and him tracing stars, hearts, and the Chinese characters of his name on your back, Chenle gets a phone call.

“Hey, how are you? How’s it going with ___?” Jisung asks on the other side. Once you hear his voice, you perk up and tilt your head to look at Chenle with a raised eyebrow.

“Everything’s good, really good, actually. How’s your family?” Chenle asks back, stopping his tracing for a second to flick your forehead gently, making you slightly scowl at him.

“Good, my mom didn’t cut my tongue off, as you can probably tell.” Chenle lets some air out of his nose in the form of laughter at Jisung’s joke.

“So, why did you call?” Chenle hums into the phone, burying himself closer to you under the covers.

“Don’t you remember? You said you would update me on anything that happens while you’re over there. Did something happen?” Jisung asks and Chenle can’t contain his smile as he answers.

“Park Jisung, I’m so glad you couldn’t come this weekend.”

“What? What does that mean—”

“I’m hanging up now.” Chenle ends the call, throwing his phone somewhere on the bed and wrapping his arm around you, cuddling closer to you and finally falling asleep.