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To Paint a Picture: Paradigm Shift

Pairing: max verstappen x webber vettal!reader

summary: y/n webber vettal swore she was done with formula 1 and race drivers forever. max is determined to change her mind

a/n: I’ve had this piece rumbling about in my mind since like November so I’m really excited to actually start posting it!

a/n2: i promise that max comes into the scene in the next piece — it was supposed to be this one but it got away from me

a/n3: all the origami birds mentioned mate for life. As an fyi. A fun fact if you will

a/n4: banner is art by anastasia trusova

a/n5: also I’m making it so that Sebastian had social media before he apparently ever did so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Masterlist

Private Messages, Sebastian and y/n

Private Messages, the Grid (2010 version)

seb5priv🔒

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seb5priv: finally a week off with good weather — time for a family hike (without any interlopers!)

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jenson_priv: you won’t be able to keep us away forever!

↳seb5priv: I can try!

hanna_priv: it was a lovely hike!

↳michael_priv: she liked the watercolor sets then?

↳y/n: loved them uncle Michael!

↳michael_priv: I’m glad

nico_r: you let her have an instagram?

↳seb5priv: it’s a private one — and we have lots of rules

↳y/n: it’s so I can keep track of everything new! And so I don’t lose anymore photos

↳nando: anymore??

↳y/n: when I was put into boarding school, I lost a lot of the family photos momma had of us

↳nando: you let me know when and I will shunt him into all the walls liked by y/n

lewis44: you know what would make a hike better?

↳seb5priv: don’t you even dare

↳lewis44: taking a dog with you!

↳y/n: really???

↳seb5priv: he’s just jonesing for a invitation to visit blümchen

↳y/n: with a puppy??

↳lewis44: yes

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y/n: hiking and painting (5/5/10)

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seb5priv: blümchen those are amazing ⭐️

↳y/n: thank you uncle seb!

↳seb5priv: we’ll put them up in the hallway when we get home!

↳y/n: really 🥺

↳seb5priv: Yes. We would love to display your work

↳hanna_priv: We would be honored to showcase your work

nando: ¡Qué hermoso trabajo, pequeña Such lovely work, little one

↳y/n: thanks uncle nando

↳nando: ¿Tío nando? Sí. Bien. Uncle Nando? Yes. Good

↳nando: Como tu tío, debes enviarme algunos de tus trabajos. As your uncle, you must send me some of your work.

↳y/n: you want some of my work?

↳nando: En serio, solo di la palabra. Lo voy a atropellar... Seriously, just say the word. I will run him over…

Private Messages, the Grid (2010 version)

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y/n: trying out some origami — thanks uncle jen

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jenson_priv: you’re just trying them out??

↳y/n: Yes! The paper was so pretty I had to start to use it

↳jenson_priv: those look like a master’s work peanut

↳y/n: …whatever you say old man liked by seb5priv, micheal, nando, lewis44, kimi_priv

micheal: such amazing attention to detail spatzi (little sparrow)

↳y/n: thanks uncle mike! I’ll have uncle seb bring you some after break

↳jenson_priv: wait why is he uncle and im old man???

↳y/n: cause you’re old?? liked by seb5priv, micheal, nando, lewis44, kimi_priv

nico_r: do you take commissions sonnenschein (sunshine)?

↳y/n: only for people who use my actual name!

↳nico_r: you’re giving some to Micheal?

↳y/n: well yeah it’s uncle Mike!

seb5priv: the flowers were very pretty Blümchen!

↳y/n: do you think Hanna liked them?

↳hanna_priv: they’re lovely sweetie!

↳y/n: yeah?

↳hanna_priv: absolutely! The best flowers I’ve ever gotten!

↳seb5priv: hey! liked by y/n, hanna_priv

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seb5priv: insert sappy quote about living in a house full of art

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y/n: you said you liked it…

↳seb5priv: of course I do. I moved my trophies and helmets to make room for your work

↳nando: that is an act of love

hanna_priv: Sebastian…

↳seb5priv: it’s just a joke!

↳hanna_priv: y/n he really does mean it as just a joke — he cried a little when you handed him the bees and beehive

↳y/n: really?

↳seb5priv: they’re so important to the ecosystem!

↳y/n: nerd

lewis44: you’ve improved so much y/n!

↳y/n: thanks lew! I hope you enjoyed the birds I sent you!

↳lewis44: I did — they’re currently lining my mantle

↳nico_r: you send him birds too?

↳y/n: yup! A cardinal, a magpie, a blue jay, a condor, a penguin, a swan, an eagle, and a crane!

↳nico_r: really? Just like mine huh…

kimi_priv: 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

↳seb5priv: wow 3 whole thumbs up! A new record

↳kimi_priv: 🖕🏻🖕🏻 liked by y/n

seb5priv🔒

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seb5priv: a break means vacation means no phones for a while

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micheal: enjoy yourselves!

nando: have fun!

nico_r: hope the recommendations worked out for you

lewis44: still think a dog would make everything better…just saying

jenson_priv: one of these days, we’ll figure out where you vacation and then there will be no stopping us

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f1gossip: Sebastian Vettel spotted on vacation with long-term girlfriend Hanna Prater and an unknown young female. Does Vettel have an unknown daughter?

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y/n🔒

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y/n: thanks for the camera uncle nando! love being able to record my new memories

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nando: Cuanto más hablas, más crímenes quiero cometer, pequeño. The more you speak, the more crimes I want to commit little one

↳y/n: if that’s what you want…

seb5priv: how much do you want to delete those pictures of me?

↳y/n: I can’t be bought

↳jenson_priv: really?

↳y/n: dm me — let’s talk old man!

↳seb5priv: really Blümchen?

↳jenson_priv: really?

micheal: I hope you had fun?

↳y/n: we did! We went hiking and biking and food tasting and boating and swimming and shopping and sightseeing

↳micheal: good

nico_r: you get a chance to try out my gift yet?

↳y/n: it’s next on the list! Had to wait for the right sketch book to come in

↳nico_r: you need a special book?

↳y/n: just one with thicker paper so it doesn’t rip

Private Messages, Sebastian and Michael

seb5priv🔒

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seb5priv: looks like y/n has a new best friend

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nando: really?

↳seb5priv: they’ve been attached to the hip the entire week

↳nando: Aww amor de cachorro. Awww puppy love

↳seb5priv: more like siblingship liked by micheal

micheal: Not the kid I thought she’d attach to but I’m glad she’s got a friend now

↳seb5priv: I’m glad she has a friend that understands being a racer’s kid

↳nico_r: it is a different lifestyle

jenson_priv: did they seriously spend the entire week together?

↳hanna_priv: Nearly. It took her a couple of hours to warm up to him but once she did, you couldn’t pry them apart

↳lewis44: that’s great news!

nico_r: she’s been suspiciously quiet about this post?

↳seb5priv: she’s not even looked at her phone once since mick showed her the local street cats

↳nico_r: that’s cute

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y/n: Oils are my calling — I love them so much. Thanks Nico, Lewis

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nico_r: glad that you like them!

↳y/n: like them??? I LOVE THEM

↳y/n: I already have so many ideas for them…

lewis44: glad to see my gift getting put to good use! Looks fantastic 🖤

↳y/n: yes thank you Lewis (and Nico!) for them

↳y/n: btw could you tell where you got them? It’s just I’m already running out of some of them

↳lewis44: already?

↳y/n: yup!

↳lewis44: good. I expect some pieces — my walls are looking pretty bare!

↳y/n: I’ll make some good ones!

seb5priv: brb going to build a new wing for the house so we have the wall space to hang them all up

↳y/n: …you don’t have to do that, you know?

↳seb5priv: Blümchen you’re my kid.

↳seb5priv: I may not HAVE too but I am damn well GOING too

↳y/n: thank you

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seb5priv: running out of wall space but the art is so beautiful

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micheal: those are hers?

↳seb5priv: yes. amazing aren’t they?

↳micheal: simply stunning

↳seb5priv: quite

lewis44: and she just started with the oils??

↳seb5priv: they’ve covered them in her class I believe

↳seb5priv: but yes, she just started

↳lewis44: absolutely amazing talent

nico_r: again does sonnenschein take commissions?

↳seb5priv: You think I’ll let anyone else have these pieces???

↳seb5priv: No no no. Think again

nando: well I know what I’m getting her for Christmas this year…

↳jenson_priv: we’ll have to coordinate — don’t want to get her all the same thing

↳kimi_priv: 👍🏻

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y/n_vettel: It’s been a work in progress for a while but I’m finally looking like my parents. Thank you momma for everything but it was time for me to take a step into the future

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seb5priv: y/n??

↳y/n_vettel: yes vater?

↳hanna_priv: he’ll answer eventually, he’s just currently crying into his dinner

nando: Una muy buena elección, pequeño. A very fine choice, little one.

↳y/n_vettel: Thank you uncle nando!

jenson_priv: another one for the blonde club!

↳y/n_vettel: I guess so old man

↳jenson_priv: one of these days you’re gonna call me uncle

↳y/n_vettel: unlikely but keep trying!

kimi_priv: 👍🏻

↳y/n_vettel: 👍🏻

micheal: It looks good y/n

↳y/n_vettel: thanks uncle Mike!

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seb5priv: i think y/n found her medium — oils have taken over the house, the hills, and the studio

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y/n_vettel: I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not, vater

↳seb5priv: oh don’t be sorry Blümchen, I’m just happy to see you bloom

↳y/n_vettel: cheesy

jenson_priv: no way that last photo has a painting — that’s definitely a photo, right?

↳seb5priv: no that’s an oil painting

↳jenson_priv: damn peanut that’s incredible

↳y/n_vettel: whatever old man

lewis44: you’ll have to bring some with you next time you’re in England

↳seb5priv: yes, y/n has already set aside some for you and Nico. Apparently they match the origami she made you

↳lewis44: lovely

micheal: Amazing! Will we see you in England?

↳seb5priv: Yes, we’ll be there soonish

↳micheal: Excellent. I’ve got some early Christmas presents for you guys

↳y/n_vettel: England?

Private Messages, Sebastian and y/n (Winter 2010-2011)

Private Messages, the Grid (2010/2011 version)

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[ln4z]

take my hand, take my whole life too

fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff!!!! for once no horniness on this acc lol. js a lil blurb because istg these were the best two hours of my life. older bf!lando! mentions of love bombing but ofc no love bombing, & dido and aneas — a greek mythological couple

it was a british grand prix from hell—for you. the car was slower in fp1 and fp2 because of a new suspension you were testing out. in fp3 ollie crashed into you in pits. the quali wasn't any better. the mechanics did whatever they could but you could only get to p6 in q3. the race was another story. absolutely shit pitstops, wrong tyres—and rain. the best you could manage was a p5 after your position tumbled down the order because of a long pit stop.

but it was all roses and sunshines for someone.

"lan." you called out—helmet and gloves gone, hair cascading down (because ofcourse, ofcourse the hairtie snapped) holding your weight ticket in your hand. the british boy, the hometown hero turned around. a cheshire like grin spreading on his face underneath that balaclava, underneath that helmet.

lando walked towards you with open arms. immediately caging you in a hug. you heard his sigh, a sigh of relief muffled from the helmet. his gloved hands immediately coming to a fistful of your hairs—force of habit, that’s what he calls it.

"i'm so proud of you. you deserve it." you muttered against his ear. lando put his visor down as his eyes burned with fresh tears—hand coming to rub your back soothingly. because god, this was all he could ask for. winning on the home soil, with his parents, his fans ( the infamous fluro green sticking out ), and you.

"fuck, i love you so much." lando immediately froze at his words. it's barely been a month since you two started dating after the fateful monaco gp. he knows what people your age call it—love bombing. and he swear that wasn't the intent.

his hands fell from your head, now holding your chin. grey-green eyes meticulously scanning for signs of discomfort. "i—yo—i'm sorry. you don't have to say it back—i—" because what was he even supposed to say before i'm sorry or you don't have to say it back.

you just smiled, put his visor up and pulled him for another hug. "i love you too, you know." you chuckled. "i—i am not trying to love bomb you. i swear!" he exclaimed, swaying your bodies side by side. you couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "you're too old to know all those words. is it some other girl teaching you?" you teased. "darling s'just you. all you...." he whined, holding you tighter.

"but i love you, i really do. like back to the moon, stars, and earth or however that saying goes. like those poetries you read. more than they could every express. more than words could ever express!" he added—pulling away from you. "and this is not love bombing, my dear." you let out a coy smile as he bopped your nose.

"stay around?" he asked. "yeah." you nodded because how could you even think of missing out on this special podium. but just as you turned around he grabbed you by the arm. "where are you going? you said you're staying?" even the helmet couldn't hide the slight panic and neediness of his tone. "i'm just going to infrom someone before toto sends a search party." you replied gently. lando nodded, letting you walk away.

but even as you could still feel his eyes on you. he looked like dido — holding a log, watching aneas leave. you motioned for him to go to the rest of the people waiting for him but he just stayed rooted — as if making sure you got safely to the Mercedes garage. as if you weren’t driving at 300kph awhile ago.

[beauchied]

the highs and lows - kmg

synopsis: mingyu hates seeing you with other men. that’s it. that’s the plot.

genre: smut lol p-word with little plot

warnings: violence (not towards the reader), rough sex, MINGYU BIG DICK, reader is tied to the bedframe, dacryphilia, fingering, overstimulation, praise & degradation, reader is called baby, men r dicks, mentions of having a baby, hickies, bulge kink, size kink if u squint, no protection.. pls be safe, purposefully written in lowercase bc i was too lazy to properly write, this is just.. nasty idk what to say

a/n: my gift to the gyuldaengies who suffered this week to kim mingyu thirst trapping his ass thru hawaii 😒 also i apologise this was so half-assed i rushed this bcos im currently jet lagged ok bye enjoy mwah ilu (plz reblog hehe)

wc: 779 :)

see, the moment mingyu snapped was when he put his hands on you.

when he saw you smile awkwardly and push him away, the secret relationship that you and mingyu swore to keep private completely left his mind. that didn’t matter.

so when he punched him in the face and dragged you out of the bar, you couldn’t even be mad. you could clearly see the anger that seeped from his eyes. you did not want to piss him off. otherwise, it’s either you’re not going to get laid, or you won’t get to cum.

“fffuck… haa—” its your fourth orgasm. his fingers are still playing with your pussy and you are still tied to the bed, unable to touch him.

“you know what pissed me off most?” he asked, circling your clit with his hands soaked in your juices. “the fact that he dared to talk back when he was on the floor.”

you bucked your hips, grinding against his hand. “a-all yours.. hnggh!” the sweat dripped down your temple and you could just feel the exhaustion and soreness you’re going to feel after this.

“yeah baby, all mine.” he kissed your lips, staring at your pretty fucked out face as his hand relentlessly rammed itself in and out of your cunt. “if i need to, i’ll write my name in hickies on your skin.”

fuck.

“aaah—please do!” mingyu smirked and kissed the red bruise he planted on your skin, admiring his artwork and his way of marking you as his.

“daddy— i can’t—” you cried, tears streaming down your face due to the overstimulation you were feeling. mingyu didn’t reply. he just fingered you impossibly faster as he sensed your high.

“cum on my hand one more time baby. then i’ll fuck you endless.”

and that is what triggered your orgasm.

“please daddy! your dick—‘wan your dick!” you squirmed on the bed, staring at mingyu’s hands—that were still drenched in your cum—unbuckling his belt.

“that cockdrunk baby? want my dick so bad?”

“sososo bad! please daddy!,” mingyu kissed your pussy, “need it so bad!”

no warning, no ‘i’m going in baby.’

mingyu entered your hole, not letting you adjust to his size, and fucked you faster than any guy has railed you. the bed creaked in a familiar rhythm as his he held onto the bed frame that looked as if it would break with one harsh thrust.

your moans were pornographic. it was better than the music mingyu has ever heard in his entire life. he had a pretty girl laying on his bed, all fucked out and horny for him.

“such a slut, aren’t you?” he gripped your waist and until his knuckles were white, holding you in place. “letting other men eye-fuck you like you’re candy.”

“noo.. just want daddy!” he could only smirk and how stupid you looked. your makeup that adorned your face was all messy and smudged, your hair that you took hours making was all bunched up into a knot and your tits spilled out of your bra.

if you thought he was fucking you hard and good before, he started fucking you into oblivion.

he became even faster than before, and you could just see his cock peek from your stomach, bulging just below your belly button. “look at that baby. that’s me bruising your insides.”

you couldn’t form a sentence. all you could let out was a moan or a curse word that mingyu knew praised how good he was fucking you.

“i’m going to rearrange your guts until you walk out of this room limping.”

it didn’t take long for you to cum. but even though the white ring on mingyu’s cock quickly accumulated near his balls, he didn’t stop. he continued snapping his hips until he felt he was near.

“i’m gonna cum inside baby. gonna make sure you bear my child so nobody takes you away from me.”

with a few more thrusts, he stayed true to his words and shot white ribbons inside your pussy. he nestled himself inside you for a few seconds before slowly pulling out, watching his cum ooze out of your hole as you fail to see anything but white.

he takes out his phone, snapping a photo of your pussy, before untying your hands and kissing you on the lips. “you did great, baby.”

you smiled at him, cupping his face. “see, i’d go for another round,” you swallowed saliva to soothe your dry throat, “but give me a few hours of sleep. then you can use me all you want.”

“as long as i can do this anytime i want, you can take all the rest you need.”

[saosinn]

hang the stars. — skips shadely 1.1k wc

nsfw under the cut, afab/fem reader!

playlist i made for skips! also, i'm well aware of the meaning of dive in, this fic is not angsty. reader has a tattoo, it is only mentioned once.

unlike some others, you've never found skips to be truly scary or creepy. of course when you first saw him you were a little intimidated, but never once did he make you feel unsafe, even if he did scare the shit out of you with those silverfish. something about him was just so different, but in a good way. the way he treated you so gently, how he looked at you like you were the embodiment of the constellations in the night sky he adored so much.

he wanted to drink you in, savour you like a fine wine and get drunk off of you alone. the taste of your lips was better than any liquor he'd ever taste. your presence gave him a high he'd never felt before, nothing that drugs or alcohol could ever dream of replicating. you were a dream, something that he'd been hoping for his entire life, and now that he has it, he'll never let it go.

your weight on top of his felt grounding, like you were always meant to be there. the position you two were in was one of his favorites, the way you straddled his lap felt so intimate, even if the two of you weren't even undressed. his hands found their now familiar place against you, the left on under ribs, thumb pressing gentle circles into your skin, while his right settled on your hip, squeezing softly. there was nothing that skips loved more than touching you, whether it was in a sexual way or not; he loved the way your skin grew hot under his touch.

soft breaths and pleading whines filled the air, accompanied with the sounds of fabric rustling, mixing with the crunchy audio from his cd player. it felt serene, like it was straight out of a movie. you hands gently cupped his face, guiding him into the kiss however you wanted. as the music faded out, you both heard that familiar screech of the guitar. you planted another kiss to his lips, and you breathlessly broke it with a tender smile.

his eyes shined as he looked up at you, lips glossy with spit. he casted a brief glance to the cd player, murmuring a soft 'god, i love this song.' as he took a moment to enjoy the music. turning back to you, the hand that was on your hip slid up your side, between your shoulders and settled behind your neck. it was so nice to see him be so confident in his movements now, never second guessing or worrying anymore.

he brought you down, kissing you deeply as his tongue lapped over yours. just barely, he pulled away, smirking at the way your lips chased after his. his breath was hot against your lips, voice low and amorous as he spoke into you. "i wanna be the tattoo ink," turning his head into your palm, he placed a soft kiss to the tattoo on your wrist. "that swims down through the needle in your skin." your face was dusted with a faint flush at his actions, a small smile finding it's way to your lips as you chuckled lightly. "god, you're such a dork." you spoke gently, guiding his head to your left as you leaned for another kiss.

skips's hand fell back to your hip, humming into the kiss. after a particularly long kiss, when you finally pulled back, he hit you with a myriad of pecks across your face, giggling all the while. "yeah, but you love it." the banter was the best part of this, everything felt so right, felt so natural, so right. at times like this, skips wondered if you knew just how much he truly adored you, you were his muse. when his fingers plucked the strings of his guitar, all he thought of was how you would react if he wrote a song dedicated to you, or learned your favorite song. god, he'd have to do that some time.

the way his hips bucked up into your's didn't feel lustful, like he was just eager to get this done, instead it felt like he couldn't get enough. you moaned into his mouth, brows knit in pleasure as you ground down into him, the clink of his studded belts mimicking your rhythm. he broke away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting you two before it broke, and when it finally broke you shivered as it hit your skin. skips immediately saw this as an opportunity, grip tightening slightly as he dipped his head to lick the spit away from your neck.

your head fell backwards on instinct, giving him more access to you. his tongue flattened against the column of your throat, lapping at the spot before sucking a deep, dark hickey into your skin. he rutted up into you again, letting out a trembling breath at the feeling of your wetness seeping through his jeans. his cock strained inside his boxers, his own wet spot growing as he felt the yearning in his gut grow larger. jerking your hips forward, a fold of the fabric caught under your clit through your panties, the pressure just right against your throbbing nub.

he could tell you were close, after all he's heard these beautiful noises multiple times before, he quickly became an expert. moving to a different spot on your neck, he began to work on another hickey, right hand reaching under your shirt to pinch and twist your nipple. "fu- ah, skips— please!" your whines were perfection, hearing you say his name like that made his cock twitch in his jeans. his name fell like a prayer from your lips, begging for something he would always give you.

"you're- shit," he uttered against your nape, an especially deep roll of your hips making him groan in ecstasy. "you're so beautiful- i love you so much, pl-please cum with me, fuck, please." hips thrusting up into with ardor. he always begged you, always asked for permission, even though he was the one in control, his orgasm wouldn't be worth anything if you weren't feeling good too. the muscles in your thighs began to spasm, and before you could even tell him, your vision went white.

skips moaned shamelessly at the feeling of your cunt fluttering, cumming with a choked whine; a white knuckle grip against you. those were definitely gonna leave bruises tomorrow, you never cared, but skips always made up for it by kissing each and every one. your body slumped forward against his, head falling against his shoulder, going limp in his hold. his hand gently pet your spine, catching his breath as he subconsciously memorized the tempo of your breathing. before long you were asleep in his grip, your heartbeats syncing, the cd player stuttering slightly in the silence.

— 𓈒 ❤︎︎ ࣪ ˖

7/4/25

sorry of this one sux butt, i kept getting scared by fireworks and ended up being anxious the whole time 💔 also yes i did include a few hcs in there... skips plays guitar trust me i saw.

[ta3mint]

Okok so since I’m currently on a road trip I wanted to ask if you could make a minho fluff where the reader goes on a road trip with all of stray kids but the whole time the boys are trying to get Minho and y/n alone together bc they all know they both have huge crushes on each other but are oblivious to it please I need something to keep me entertained 👉🏼👈🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

High Stakes

Contains: Minho x fem reader, the guys trying to set you up, two idiots in love, "SKZ Code" coded antics

Warnings: cussing but nothing too crazy, mentions of drugs/edibles, suggestive content, no proofreading <3 yeah

Word Count: 5,727

Author's note: I am clearing out old requests from where I was gone for so long, so feel free to send in more requests (and maybe for other members/groups too since my blog has become "Minho Land" LMAO and I'm not complaining, but the other boys deserve love too!!)

Being the only girl around a group of eight men sounds like a lot in any context. In this case, the context was in a van. A van that was too small and too slow for your liking right now. Looking back, you weren't sure how you ever thought this road trip was a good idea.

Somehow you ended up in the back row squished between Hyunjin and Jisung, and in the second row was Felix, Jeongin, Changbin, and Minho, who somehow turned three seats into four. Chan was in the driver's seat looking like he was truly contemplating driving the van off a cliff, and in the passenger's seat was Seungmin, who looked like he was trying to learn how to teleport with his mind to... literally anywhere else.

"Chan, are we there yet?"

If he heard you, he didn't make any efforts to answer you. This irritated you slightly, but you supposed you understood. After all, it must be difficult to hear over all the complaining in the second row.

"Chan, can we please pull over? This van smells like ass," Changbin groaned, banging his head lightly on the window next to him.

Minho mimicked the noise and shifted uncomfortably in his place, trying to get out from underneath Jeongin's butt on top of his thigh.

"Wash your upper lip in the shower next time then!"

Changbin shot Minho the deadliest glare imaginable, and Hyunjin vibrated with silent laughter next to you.

"Guys, if you don't shut the hell up, I'm making sure all of your contracts get terminated so it's just me and Seungmin left in the group," Chan yelled to the back.

"Wait, what did I do?!" Felix shrieked, looking genuinely concerned, not realizing that Chan would literally never do that.

"You didn't do us a favor and drug the brownies last night so this would be a lot more pleasant," Seungmin said from the passenger's seat.

Jisung nudged you gently in the side, getting your attention.

"You okay?"

You nodded and gestured to the rows in front of you.

"Yeah, just waiting for this to be done so we can actually have some fun. And I have to pee."

Jisung thought for a second but quickly focused on the rearview mirror, trying to make eye contact with Chan.

"Chan, (Y/N) has to use the bathroom! Can we pleaseeee pull over somewhere?"

Jeongin turned around, quickly digging in his bag and pulling out an empty water bottle.

"Here, use this!"

He handed it to you over the seat, looking so proud of himself that you couldn't bear not to take it from him.

"You idiot, girls can't pee in water bottles," Hyunjin mumbled from underneath the ball cap that was pulled down over his face.

A look of disappointment washed over Jeongin, but you patted his hand comfortingly.

"It's okay, that was very sweet of you."

Suddenly, the van came to a stop, causing several heads to bump into the seats in front of them.

"We're here, so everyone get out, for the love of all that is good in the world," Chan whined, placing his hands on his face.

You had never seen the boys move so fast, not even during costume changes backstage. Doors flew open and they fell or stumbled out, some over top of others that were actually closer to the doors. Thankfully, after Hyunjin stepped out, he reached back in and offered you his hand for support.

"Thank you, Hyunjin," you said as you smiled at him while moving past.

"Anytime, beautiful."

Suddenly, you felt someone near you and you looked to see Felix kneeling dramatically on the ground.

"Oh, thank fuck," Felix sighed.

It was safe to say that everyone was glad they had made it to their destination after being crammed together for several hours.

~

The campground was bigger than you imagined, which you liked. It meant there was more to do and see. And Chan had made extra sure to rent a small tent just for your use only. The boys would squeeze into the two medium sized ones pushed together on your group's lot. Yours was off to the side a bit, which you also liked.

While you were placing your things into your tent, you couldn't help but stifle laughter as you listened to the eight grown men argue about who was sleeping in which tent. Chan was saying that they should just split it the same way they used to do with the dorms, but Hyunjin wasn't too pleased with that.

"I had to smell the three of you after a workout session at home way more than I would have liked, and I just know you're going to use the campground gym while we are here, so I am not smelling you inside a tent for the next few days! It was bad enough when we had air conditioning."

You couldn't say you didn't see his logic.

"Well, I just think it makes the most sense, Hyunjin. Come on and don't be such a baby," Chan groaned.

"I would literally rather sleep in the van."

Eventually, it was decided that the gym rats would share a tent, and Hyunjin would just squeeze in the other tent with the rest of them. An uneven division numerically, but a more desirable one for poor Hyunjin.

~

After the debate ended and everyone got settled, it didn't take long for everyone to wander off and find their own things to do. It was quite a fancy place, you had to admit. There were games spread out everywhere, like horseshoe and mini golf, as well as things like a gym, a pool, and a few shopping stalls.

You ended up going over to the horseshoe area. It was unclear exactly where everyone else went. They would turn up eventually, though, you were sure.

No one else was around to play, and you didn't mind it. The quiet was nice, and it gave you an opportunity to relax. And it also gave you the opportunity to realize you didn't actually know how to play horseshoe.

There were two sets of colored shoes, one red and one blue. You grabbed a blue one and flipped it over in your hands to get a feel for it. There were a few metal stakes in the ground, but you weren't sure how far away you were supposed to stand. Oh, well.

Tentatively, you threw it towards the stake. It didn't really come as a surprise when you missed.

As you kept practicing your throwing, you heard footsteps behind you. It didn't concern you too much though, so you didn't pay any mind to it and continued to focus on what you were doing.

Suddenly, something big and warm collided with your back, causing you to stumble forward a bit.

"Hey!"

Turning around with your horseshoe raised, you realized what the big and warm thing was. It was Minho, who had seemingly also stumbled, but onto his hands and knees.

"Oh, are you okay? Where did you even come from?" you asked him as you bent down to look and make sure he was alright.

Minho stood up without looking at you and brushed off the palms of his hands on the knees of his jeans, which were now a bit scuffed.

"I'm okay, thank you. But are you?"

He looked at you now with his eyes opened a bit wider than normal and his face a bit more red than you remembered.

"I'm okay."

A silence filled the space between the two of you. This happened quite a lot when you talked to him alone. But you weren't sure why.

"Where did you come from though?"

Minho glanced at you before turning around and pointing down the path back towards the camping lots.

"Chan said I should find you and make sure you were doing okay. But I told him I didn't know how to play horseshoe... And then I tripped over a rock and crashed into you."

You gave him a confused look in return for his words. How did Chan know you were even down here playing? You hadn't seen him since everyone went off to find something to do.

"How did he know I was playing horseshoe? And why wouldn't I be okay?"

Minho shrugged.

"I was just following instructions. He seemed pretty serious."

You shook your head, clearing away all the fragments of weird thoughts that were beginning to form in your mind.

"Well, it would seem I don't know how to play horseshoe either. Should we Google it?"

Minho nodded, pulling out his phone. But he quickly realized that he didn't have service.

"Ah. I don't know what I expected. I think there is WiFi in the main area of the grounds."

"No, it's okay," you said, laughing slightly, "Let's just make up our own game."

He smiled, grabbing another horseshoe and coming to stand beside you.

"Okay," he began, "Let's just see who can get the most of these things on the stakes. Seems simple enough. You can be blue and I'll be red."

"Okay, let's do it!"

~

About thirty minutes had passed of you and Minho tossing your horseshoes onto the stakes. It had gotten quite heated, both of you being competitive even for just a simple game.

You were even slightly out of breath as you looked around at the carnage in front of you. Several of the stakes had become bent or even completely knocked over since they were so brittle, presumably because they were so old and had not been replaced in a while. Or maybe it was because you were fighting for your life against Minho to win, and you guys were truly throwing them that hard. Whatever the case may be, that wasn't what was important.

As it stood right now, Minho had the most points.

"Told you I would win," he said in between deep breaths.

"No no no! I still have one horseshoe left, you big meanie."

In a triumphant burst of energy, you shot your hand up into the air, holding onto your last horseshoe for dear life.

"If I make this, we will be tied. You only have one point on me."

Minho cursed under his breath, straightening his back and stretching the tension out from his sore muscles.

"Fine, let's see if you can do it, princess."

A lump formed in your throat at his words.

Princess? What did he mean by that? Why did he call you that? Just a joke, you were sure. But how did it make you feel?

Your heart sped up before you mind could catch on. And when it did, you were sure your heart would beat right out of your chest.

It made you feel nervous.

But why?

"Hello, Earth to (Y/N). Do you need some help?"

Minho's sarcastic remark drew you out of your overly-anxious thoughts.

Oh, right. You had a game to finish.

But before you could take aim yourself, Minho reached out and grabbed your arm gently with a timid smile on his face. He raised your arm up into the air at the perfect height for you to throw the last horseshoe in your hand, which was now slick with sweat.

"Okay, now just..."

His words trailed off as he came around behind you, hand never leaving your arm.

"Pull it back like this."

He knew you knew how to throw these things. After all, it wasn't like he was winning by a huge margin. So why did he feel the need to do this?

And why did you like it so much when he touched your arm?

"Then throw."

Minho pushed your arm forward, and you released your grip on the horseshoe. But you didn't watch where it landed. In fact, you hadn't looked at the field since Minho came behind you and pulled your arm back. You were locked into eye contact with him, searching his gaze for something...but you weren't quite sure what.

The sound of metal hitting metal was heard in the dwindling daylight, and you knew you must have at least touched one of the stakes. But still, you didn't look away. And neither did he.

You were so close to each other's faces you could feel his breath fan across your cheeks. Tearing your eyes away from his for just a split second, you noticed that his lips were parted slightly, like he was getting ready to say something or...do something.

But he didn't. You reacted first, the realization of how close you were to him hitting you right in the chest, making you extremely anxious for some reason.

You pulled away from him and shot a quick glance over at the field of stakes and horseshoes.

"Well, it looks like we tied after all," you chuckled nervously.

Minho rubbed the back of his neck, no longer looking towards you, and instead out into the field as well.

"It looks like we did."

~

Night came and all nine of you had found your way back to your lot.

The walk back with Minho had been silent. Not in an uncomfortable way, exactly. Just in a way that made you feel...like something was missing.

What happened out there? Why did being around one of your best friends suddenly make you feel so strange?

You were currently sitting on one of the camping chairs closest to the fire. Felix was looking for something to make for dinner since none of you had eaten in quite a while.

Before long, he groaned quietly, and straightened up from where he had been bent over digging through all the coolers and bags.

"It looks like we forgot most of the food, guys..."

"WHAT?" Changbin yelled, causing everyone to jump out of their skins.

"All that money we spent on all that food..." Jeongin looked off into the distance dramatically.

"Yeah," Felix continued, "It looks like all we managed to bring were the sandwiches we made this morning for the ride that no one actually ate."

A silent understanding moved throughout the group as you all looked around at each other.

You were too hungry to care.

Luckily, there were nine sandwiches exactly, and they were still cold thanks to Felix's care in packing them in a cooler.

He passed them around to everyone before plopping into his seat next to you.

"Tomorrow, we will all have to split up and take care of some things," Chan began in between bites of his sandwich.

Everyone grumbled among themselves.

"I'm serious," Chan continued, "We knew we would have to in order to have some fun right? We don't get many vacation opportunities like this."

That, everyone could agree on.

"So, tomorrow. Me, Changbin, and Han will go get more wood. Felix and Hyunjin, you guys..."

Chan's words were slowly tuned out by your exhausted brain. You were too focused on your sandwich, which was now almost gone. That is, until Chan said your name.

"...and that leaves (Y/N) and Minho. You two will stay here and make sure no one messes with our stuff while we're all gone."

The last bite of your sandwich nearly got stuck in your throat, causing you to cough harshly.

Blinking away your tears, Felix patted you on the back in genuine worry.

"Geez, (Y/N), if you don't like Minho, just say that," Seungmin snickered from across the fire.

"Oh, I think she-" Jisung began.

"Anyway," Chan said loudly, standing up and clapping his hands. "I think that's it for tonight. Let's all get some sleep, yeah?"

Chan looked over at you briefly, and you could've sworn he was having to keep from smiling.

And then you glanced at Minho, who was a few chairs away.

He was balling up the wrapping his sandwich had been in, not looking anywhere but down.

"Aw, man..." you thought, "he probably doesn't want to be near me after whatever weird shit that was earlier."

But you tried not to think about it right now. Luckily, you were so tired that it was pretty easy to think about something else. Like sleeping.

The group began making their way to their tents, and you could hear Hyunjin arguing with someone about their sleeping arrangements already.

Once inside of your small tent, you zipped it closed and kicked off your shoes. The thin fabric didn't really do much for noise and it made you wonder how long they could actually keep arguing at this rate.

After a few minutes, they came to some sort of agreement, and the only sounds that were left in the cool night air were the sounds of crickets and a dying fire.

~

Sleep came to you fairly easily since you were so tired. You didn't expect to have any trouble and assumed you would sleep straight through the night. But things work out strangely sometimes, you were beginning to realize.

You woke slowly, in a groggy state. It was still dark outside, so you could only assume a couple of hours had passed. When you went to check the actual time on your phone, you realized that you had forgotten to plug it into your portable charger and it was completely dead.

"Great," you said to yourself, begrudgingly digging around your tent for your charger in the dark.

Once you had that settled and your phone plugged in, you realized you could hear the fire crackling again. It definitely should've been out by now, so did someone start it up again?

Weighing your options, you decided that curiosity got the better of you.

You stood up and began fumbling around in the dark again, this time in a search for the zipper of the tent. Eventually, you found it, and you pulled it up slowly so as not to make too much noise.

The cool night air rushed inside, bringing with it the unmistakable smell of the campfire. It was slowly becoming one of your favorite smells. Along with it though, was a different smell. One that you should not have been able to sense so well given that the fire was going so strong.

But you'd know it anywhere. You could probably smell it in your dreams if you thought hard enough before sleeping.

Felix's brownies.

With a bit more conviction now, you made your way out of your tent, approaching the lone member of your group that sat by the fire, facing away from you.

You came around his side quietly, which may not have been such a good idea in hindsight.

Because the second he saw you, he yelled, his voice reverberating off the trees around you.

"Jesus, (Y/N)!"

It was Chan, and even in the flickering light of the flames you could tell some of the color had drained from his face thanks to you scaring the life out of him.

"I'm sorry! I just woke up and heard the fire. And then I smelled..." you trailed off, looking down to the object in question in Chan's hands.

A singular brownie left over from the night before you left for this trip. Where on Earth had he gotten it? Usually there aren't any leftovers.

"Shh!" Chan looked around, as if he hadn't just yelled loud enough to wake everyone up. Somehow, no one had stirred. Most of them probably fell asleep with their earbuds in, as per usual.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

Chan gripped it tightly, pulling it closer to him.

"I...uh, you know. Found it. In Felix's bag. After he went to sleep."

Ah, of course. Felix always makes extra for himself because he hardly ever gets any when all the guys are around, despite being the one who makes them.

"Look, there was only one. And I drove! So, I deserve it."

You couldn't help but laugh quietly at the pout on Chan's face.

"Does Felix know you have it?"

"I'll give you half if you don't say anything..."

You sat down next to Chan in the closest open chair, and he quickly passed you your half.

"Don't let anyone find out."

You giggled as you broke off a piece and put it in your mouth.

"My lips are sealed."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for several minutes, making sure to enjoy every last bit of the contraband you currently possessed.

Chan broke the silence with a whisper, looking towards you as he asked his question.

"Did you have fun today?"

You nodded as you swallowed the last crumb of your half of the brownie.

"We have a few more days. I hope you guys continue to have fun and explore all that's here. That's all I want."

Chan's words warmed your heart because you knew they were sincere.

"Yeah, so far, the only part of the grounds I explored was the horseshoe field, so I've got a lot more to see."

Chan bit his lip, a mischievous glint forming in his eyes.

"Oh, yeah? How did that go, by the way?"

Your mouth opened in order to respond to him, but your words caught in your throat.

How did it go?

And why was he so invested?

A million questions landed on the tip of your tongue, but you finally settled on a few.

"Never mind that. How did you even know that was where I went today? And why did you send Minho to check on me? Were you spying on me?"

Chan shrugged, opening his palms in fake innocence.

"I can't confirm or deny that."

You squinted at him, trying to read his expression. Other than the obvious mischief you noted earlier, he had a pretty good poker face.

"Why would you have, hypothetically, been spying on me?"

"I can't answer that," Chan sighed dramatically, his hands settling back onto his lap. "That's something you will have to figure out for yourself. And I think you'll be thanking me later."

~

The next two days went by quickly. Chan kept giving you things to do with Minho, but the two of you hardly spoke. And when you did...well, it was kind of awkward.

Take right now, for example. The two of you were sitting next to each other at a picnic table, keeping score for the strange game the guys had made up and were currently playing. It had been Chan's idea, of course.

"That's one point, dude, not two!"

"You said that if we scored from right here, it was two points!"

"Both of you are wrong, this is out of bounds..."

Their argument continued, and to be honest, you weren't sure how accurate you and Minho's scorecards were looking anyway.

You peeked over Minho's hand laying on the table to where he was writing his score down, and you realized you were three off from him.

"Can I?" you asked him quietly, breaking the awkward tension between you briefly.

He turned towards you and looked to where you were pointing at his paper.

"Oh, sure," he said, realizing you were asking to see his and compare notes.

Minho picked up his paper and passed it to you with a small smile, which fell as soon as his fingertips brushed against yours.

"Oh, sorry!" he said, just a bit too loudly.

You jerked the paper away involuntarily since you were startled.

"No, I'm sorry," you began, "I'm so awkward."

Minho met your eyes for the first time since playing horseshoe. You didn't look away, grateful for the confirmation that he knew you still existed.

"No, I'm awkward."

"I..."

Not sure what you were going to say, you giggled all of a sudden.

Minho's lips curled into a crooked smile, revealing some of his teeth.

"We both are, I think."

You nodded, still looking into his eyes just as you had the other day. And just like the other day, it felt like time stopped and he was the only thing deserving of your attention right now.

"I like your smile," you blurted out without thinking.

Instantly, your face reddened and you broke the eye contact with Minho. But he quickly reached out and gripped your chin gently, turning you back towards him. His skin against yours was enough to get your heart racing, pounding so loudly you could hear it in your eardrums.

"Hey, don't turn away from me just yet. I feel like I haven't seen your eyes since the other day."

Huh. So he noticed it, too. The way you guys had been avoiding each other. Not necessarily on purpose, but...you weren't exactly sure what it was that was causing it.

For the millionth time, you had to ask yourself what the hell was going on. You had known Minho for so long, been friends with him for so long, through all the ups and downs of his career. So why were things suddenly so different on this trip? What had happened to you?

The conversation you had with Chan replayed in your head as Minho's hand fell from where it had been holding your chin.

A deep feeling of sadness took over, brought on by the cool air now hitting your skin where Minho's hand had been.

And that was when you realized. Finally, you realized what had been going on.

Oh.

Oh, no.

You had a crush on him. You had a crush on one of your very best friends in the whole wide world. And Chan knew it. God, did everyone know? Were you the only one who didn't know?

Does Minho know?

Before you could ask yourself any more questions, Hyunjin ran over, breathing loudly and gearing up to start yelling.

"Guys, there is no way they won. Can I see your scorecards? Wait, why are they both different?"

~

The night before the group was scheduled to head back home had arrived. Minho tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, squished between Felix and Jeongin, who were both scrolling on their phones.

He decided he would try to sleep away all the weird thoughts he was having about (Y/N), but the idiots playing cards a few feet away from him were not allowing him to.

"Right, so, I don't have any sevens. So, go fish."

"Hyunjin, why are you saying that like it's a question? This game is for babies, do you not know the rules?" Seungmin asked sarcastically.

Minho audibly groaned, earning the attention of the four other members in the tent with him.

"What's up with you?" Jeongin asked innocently.

"Don't bother him, he's got a lot on his mind," Hyunjin said mischievously, not letting Minho speak.

This made him sit up and glare at his fellow members.

"How would you know what I have on my mind?"

Hyunjin scoffed, looking at the others for silent permission for what he was about to say. When no one objected, he continued.

"It's painfully obvious that you like (Y/N), dude, just go for it."

Minho, who usually would've come up with a witty remark on the spot, fell silent.

Could that be true? Is that why he had been feeling so strangely when he was around her lately? Is that why Chan kept giving him stupid and random chores to do with her and the rest of the guys kept giving him weird looks? Like they all knew something he didn't?

Is that why all he wanted to do was hold her and feel her against him?

"Damn it," Minho muttered, falling back onto his wrinkled sleeping bag. "I think you're right. I don't know how everyone else but me could see it."

"It's not a bad thing," Felix said, patting him on the back lightly. "You just need to tell her. Be honest."

Minho thought for a second. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe he just needed to be a man for once and confess to the girl he likes.

But what if she doesn't like him back?

"Shhh! Quiet," Minho said to no one in particular. This earned him a few concerned glances from his friends.

"He's looooosing it," Seungmin said in a sing-song fashion, leaning over to Hyunjin's ear.

"No, really. Hush for a second, I'm trying to think," Minho whisper-yelled.

But he had decided. He did need to tell her. And he needed to do it right now.

~

You couldn't get settled for bed at all. You tried sleeping on one side, then the other, and then your back. But it was no use. There was no way you were going to fall asleep right now. Not when something so big was weighing on your mind and your heart.

Despite it being pitch black outside, you knew what you had to do. You had to tell Minho how you felt right now, like it was a huge, quiet secret you had been keeping for a long time. At this moment, you didn't even care if he felt the same way. You just had to get this out as soon as possible, since everyone else seemed to know anyway.

With a burst of determination, you clicked your flashlight on to find your shoes. You quickly put them on and reached for the zipper to your tent. Hurriedly, you opened it, and stepped outside into the cool, dark air.

Before you could move any further, however, you realized that Minho was just a few feet away from your tent, already bending down to grip the zipper.

Neither of you moved, mirroring each other like two deer in the same set of headlights.

Then you heard fabric rustling behind him, and your gaze followed the sound.

The residents of both the other tents had poked their heads out, on top of each other like they were in some sort of cartoon trying to spy on the other characters.

"Well, get on with it!" Changbin yelled into the night air.

"Shh!" Chan hushed him and slapped his arm, turning his attention back to you and Minho like he was watching his favorite TV show.

"Idiots," Minho said under his breath before meeting your eyes.

"(Y/N), there's something I have to tell you," he began, ignoring all the eyes on him. "It's something that I've only just realized today, at least in words. But I think I've felt it for a long time."

You took a deep breath and then let it out sharply before speaking.

"There's something I wanna tell you too, Minho."

"Should we go at the same time?" Minho asked, only half joking.

You nodded in agreement, catching him off guard since he didn't expect you to agree. But his resolve didn't waiver, and neither did yours.

He took a step closer to you and held your hands in his.

"On the count of three. One...two...three..."

"I like you!" you both said in unison.

The rest of the guys cheered, way too loudly considering the time of night it was.

Your cheeks were on fire, and you couldn't help but look down. So much had happened in the past few days, and you truly didn't expect any of it. Not only had you come to the conclusion that you had a crush on one of your best friends, but you just found out that he felt the same way.

"Hey," Minho spoke quietly, putting a curled finger under your chin to lift your face to meet his. "Look at me."

And you did. You looked at him and took in every detail. The texture of his skin that was so close to yours, the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light of the dying fire...the way his smooth lips were inches from yours.

"Minho...I..."

"Yes?" he breathed out so only you could hear, leaning in closer and closer to you.

"I think they're recording us."

Minho's expression fell, not expecting you to say anything like that. He turned around at the speed of light and shot his members the deadliest glare he could muster. A few of them lowered their phones, but most of them didn't.

"Well," he continued, turning his attention back to you, "Let's give them something to record. I was in the middle of something, anyway."

Without looking away from you, he put his other hand behind him and stuck up his middle finger towards the remaining cell phones of his group and kissed you, light as a feather.

Minho's finger never left your chin, holding you closer to him as he kissed and pecked your lips over and over.

You smiled into the kisses, realizing you would indeed have to thank Chan later. Minho pulled away when your smile and giggles became too contagious for him, and he smiled so big it reached the corners of his eyes.

You weren't sure what you had expected. Was it like the movies? No way. Would you have wanted it any other way, other than surrounded by the people you hold closest to your heart?

Okay, well, maybe a little less attention would have been nice.

But if there was anything the past few days had taught you, it was that sometimes things worked out in their own special way and in their own special time.

"Aww, this is so nice you guys. I think this calls for something else special," Felix called out, stepping back into the tent and grabbing his bag. "I had been saving this for myself, but I think it's big enough that we can split it into nine pieces."

As Minho slung his arm lazily over your shoulders, you immediately made eye contact with Chan. His eyes widened in response before he darted back into his tent, the space his head was in moments ago now empty.

Felix froze while digging through his bag.

"Alright...which one of you took my secret brownie?"

Shortly after Felix finished speaking, Chan flew through the door of his tent and took off running into the grounds, not caring that he didn't have a flashlight. Or shoes on, for that matter.

You burst into laughter at the sight, made even more hilarious by the fact that Felix took off after him, waving his bag around and causing the other contents to fall onto the ground.

"Mmmm," Minho hummed before placing a kiss to your temple. "Something tells me I will be spending the rest of the night in the quiet bliss of your tent, (Y/N)."

[jiminsafairy]

hit record - jungkook (roomate!jungkook, OF creator, furure fwb? hit pause prequel)

summary: your roomate asks you for help to film a video for his OF, and you agree

pairing: roomate!Jungkook × reader

wc: ~3.1k

warnings: sex on camera, tit sucking, tit play , unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !! ), blowjob, yn rides him! he calls her baby and beautiful and that makes her feel funny

a/n: I thoght I could give our hit pause couple a bit of background! what do you think? As always, english isn’t my first language, so please be kind!

The second you open the door, Jungkook’s already calling out from his room.

“Hey, Y/N, you home?”

You kick your shoes off, drop your bag, and yell back, “Yeah! Why?”

His door swings open. He’s shirtless, wearing just some loose shorts, and his messy hair looks like he just woke up.

You’ve been living together for almost a year now. You found out through some friends that Jungkook was renting out a room in his place. You’d just gotten out of a relationship and weren’t looking for anything permanent – just somewhere to crash for a while while you sorted yourself out.

When you met him, he told you right away what he did for a living: he’s a content creator – making videos, streaming, all that stuff - the adult kind of content. But honestly? You didn’t care much. His job wasn’t that important to you, as long as you got along.

Living together just kind of happened, and you actually really like living with him. There’s something about how easy it feels around him, and sometimes, you get this little tingly feeling inside. But you usually push it down, not wanting to read too much into it or complicate things.

He leans on the doorframe. “Are you busy?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why?”

He grins. That one he pulls when he’s about to say something stupid. Or nasty. Usually both.

“So…” He scratches his neck. “I got this custom request. A subscriber wants a full POV of me sucking tits.”

You blink. “Okay… and you’re telling me… because…?”

He shrugs. “Mmmm…I have this silicone doll this brand sent me and… The tits are fine, I guess. But they don’t jiggle like real ones. It’s not gonna look real.”

You’re still waiting for the punchline. He gives you a fake innocent look. “I thought… yours would be way better,” he says, pointing at your tits.

You cross your arms. “You wanna suck my tits for a video?”

“I mean…” He steps closer, eyes on your chest. “You’ve got the most perfect rack I’ve ever seen. Big, round.”He makes a rough circle in the air with his hands. “Would look crazy on camera.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He smirks. “I’ve seen you in your gym stuff enough times. I noticed–” he drags his eyes down, then back up, real slow, and gives a small shrug “Anyway. It’s just for the video. No face, I promise. Just my mouth and your tits. You just lay back and enjoy it while I do all the work.”

You snort. “That 's all?”

He tilts his head. “Unless you wanna do more.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already smirking. “Mmh. Sounds good. I’m down.”

His face lights up. “Seriously? Fuck – thank you. You’re saving my ass. They paid extra for this request and I was starting to get pretty stressed.”

You lean on the wall with your arms crossed under your chest, watching him practically bounce with excitement.

“So… when do you want to do it?” you ask.

He gives you a look. “How about now?”

Your brows shoot up. “Like now, now?”

“Yeah,” he says, already stepping back toward the hallway. “I’ll head to the studio, get the lights and setup going. Just bring that black lace set. You know the one.”

You squint at him.“How do you know I own that?”

He pauses at the door, shoots you a wicked little smirk over his shoulder.

“I’ve seen your laundry. Those panties with the tiny bows? Burned into my brain.”

You head to your room, the door clicking shut behind you. For a second, you just stand there, staring at your dresser like... what are we doing?

Still, you’re already moving. You grab the black lace set he mentioned and toss it on the bed while you reach for your make up bag.

As you lean over the mirror, dusting some bronzer on your cheeks, you pause. “My face isn’t even gonna show,” you mutter. “Why the hell am I doing this?”

You slip on the lingerie, then throw a loose tee over it and then a pair of shorts.

You walk down the hall, heart thumping like crazy even though you’re just about to let Jungkook suck on your tits for his OF. At his door, you knock twice.

The door swings open right away and you see Jungkook. You see the camera set up on a tripod behind him and a few softboxes. You’ve been here before – the spare room turned into a studio. It smells like his cologne. The bed’s made with plain sheets, simple. He steps aside as you walk in.

“Mmm, you look good,” he smirks. “Did you put on makeup for me, pretty?”

You snort, feeling a little blush creep up your cheeks. “Shut up.”

He closes the door behind you. “Alright” he says. “Sit on the bed. Back against the frame.”

You nod and move over, climbing onto the mattress. Your tee rides up as you sit with your legs stretched out and your back against the headboard, hands resting behind you.

You glance up at him. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” he says as he reaches to adjust the camera angle.

Jungkook finishes adjusting the camera, checking the screen once more before turning to you. He runs a hand through his hair, then leans against the edge of the bed.

“Before we start – anything you don’t want me to do?”

You tilt your head, thinking for a second, then shrug. “Not really. I’m good with whatever.”

With that, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off in one smooth motion. Now it’s just him and his basketball shorts, with his abs and tattooed sleeve on full display.

Your eyes drop without meaning to, tracing the faint trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband. He catches you looking and smirks again. “Your turn.”

You blink. “Hm?”

“Shirt. Off.”

He watches you almost as if he was waiting for any sign you’ll back out. But you don’t. You grab the hem of your tee and pull it off slow, knowing he’s watching. 

He stares, just for a second  “...fuck.”

You shift a little under his gaze, raising a brow. “What? Something wrong?”

Jungkook snaps out of it, shaking his head slowly. “No! No. That black really suits you.”

You chuckle as your fingers brush along one strap. He clears his throat, and glances back at the camera. “Okay – quick rundown.” You nod, sitting a little straighter.

“So, I’ll hit record,” he says, moving around the bed. “Then I’ll come close, say something to set the mood, get the audience ready.”

You hum in agreement. “Right. Then what?”

“Then I get to work.” He grins.

You nod again, glancing down at your cleavage. “Should I unhook the bra or…?”

He cuts in, shaking his head. “No. Let me pull the cups down. Waaaay hotter. Makes them look even fuller when they spill out like that.”

You laugh. “You sound like you’ve done your research.”

“I jack off to this kind of shit. Of course I have.”

That earns a grin from you, and then he’s climbing up onto the mattress, grabbing the remote for the camera. His knees press into the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

“Alrighty,” he says, looking at you one last time. “Ready?”

You nod, biting your lip. He hits record, then moves forward, kneeling between your thighs as his  face drops toward your chest. The red light on the camera clicks on.

Jungkook’s voice drops an octave. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Bet you’ve imagined this…”

You bite your lip, and your heart skips a beat. “Yeah…”

But then you realize – he’s not looking at you. He’s talking to the camera. You clear your throat, trying to play it cool as he starts kissing your collarbone, just above your bra where the lace meets your skin.

“Damn…” he mutters, pulling back just for a second to look at you. “You’re beautiful.”

Something tightens in your chest at that.

Yes, you’re used to him calling you pretty, yes – but beautiful? You don’t know why, but that just hits differently. You push the thought away before it sticks.

He leans in again. His tongue presses over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.You exhale, shifting slightly under him. He sucks gently, slow and wet, letting the sounds hit just right for the camera.

“Can’t wait to get these pretty tits out,” he whispers. His fingers slip under the bra and eyes never leave yours. Then he tugs the cups down, and your tits spill free.

“Fuck me,” he breathes, quiet. His eyes go wide, as if he forgot the camera was on. “They’re even bigger than I thought.” His hands move up, feeling warm on your skin. He rubs your nipples, then pinches them. You arch your back with a sharp breath.

“Ah. Fuck.”

He groans low, clearly loving the sound. “You like that?” he mutters, tugging again, this time slower, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers.

“Yeah – shit. Keep going,” you breathe.

“So sensitive,” he mutters, giving your nipples a slow tug. You moan, and he smirks. “Just a little touch and you're already making noise.” 

He groans as his mouth moves across your skin. “They’re so big, I bet I could fit them both in my mouth.” He grabs your tits, pulling them to his face. His mouth opens wide, sucking both nipples. You let out a moan.

He stops for a second and looks up at you. His mouth curls into a dirty little smile, then he dives back in.

“Shit, Jungkook…” you pant, thighs tightening around him without even trying, “I–I think I’m close…” you pant.

He pauses for a moment, watching your face as you squirm beneath him.

“Are you serious right now?” he asks. “You feel like you could cum… just from this?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Fuck, I feel like I could.”

That lights something in him. His mouth opens to say something cocky, but he stops. “Damn, baby…” That damn nickname again, making you feel all funny inside.

Jungkook groans, sucking your nipple hard. Your thighs tighten around him and your  fingers clutch the sheets. His other hand grabs your other tit, pressing them together as spit drips down your chest.

“God, yes – fuck! Don’t stop,” you whimper.

“You gonna cum for me?” he growls against your nipple. “Just from this? From me sucking on your perfect fucking tits?”

“Y-Yeah. Jungkook, I –” You come hard, grabbing his hair. Jungkook keeps licking, growling as you shake under him.

“Damn,” he mutters “You really came. All from my mouth on your tits.” He pulls back a bit. “You gonna tell your future hookups some guy made you cum off tit sucking alone?” he teases, raising his eyebrows. “’Cause I feel like that’s a flex.”

Still trying to come down from your climax, you let out a shaky breath.

“No – but,” you say, dragging a hand down your face. “That wasn’t just some orgasm. That was... the orgasm.”

“Yeah?” He leans in again and his nose brushes your breast. “Damn, baby. You’re gonna give me a god complex or something.”

You roll your eyes. “Mpfh. Like you don’t have one already.”

He smirks against your skin, and gives your tits with one last squeeze before he sits up on his knees. “Alright, I’ll stop the camera,” he says, reaching toward the remote.

But before he gets there, you notice it – the bulge in his shorts. He's hard and you bet he’s been holding back this whole time.  Your eyes move up to his face, and he catches you looking.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re really gonna walk around hard like this?”

He freezes for half a second, then chuckles under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean… wasn’t really planning to, but – ” He glances down at himself, then back at you, grinning. “Hard not to be when you’re sitting there moaning like that.”

You sit up a little. “So you’re telling me…” you start, playfull, “you made me cum… and you’re just gonna leave yourself like that?”

He licks his lips slowly, gaze flicking down your body like he’s rethinking everything.

“…didn’t say that,” he mutters. “Was probably just gonna go jerk off in the shower or something.”

You watch him for a second. He’s trying to play it cool, but that bulge says otherwise. Your eyes drag down to it again, and then back up. “Come here.”

He blinks. “Huh?”

You tilt your head, smirking. “I wanna suck you off,” you say.

His breath stutters, eyes darkening. “You wanna – yeah?”

You nod. He shoves his shorts and underwear down in one motion and his cock springs free, hard. His hand wraps around himself, stroking slowly as his thumb smears pre-cum across the head.

He drops back onto the bed and you move between his thighs, fingers curling around the base of his cock. He’s hot, heavy in your hand, and your grip tightens as you start to stroke him, watching his breath hitch.

“Fuck,” he mutters, barely audible.

You lean in, tongue flicking out to taste him, dragging a slow lick from base to tip. His hips jerk. Then your mouth closes over him, lips sliding down his length, tongue working the underside. You take as much as you can, and your hand strokes what your mouth doesn’t cover.

“Shit,” he mutters, eyes wide, locked on you. “You’re actually— okay, fuck.”

You hollow your cheeks, pull back, then sink down again. 

His hand drifts up your chest and his fingers brush your skin before he finds your nipple. He rolls it between his fingers, slow at first, then pinches, watching the way your body responds. You moan around him, and his cock twitches in your mouth.

He groans as he keeps playing with your nipple with his fingers. His hips shift, fighting the urge to thrust deeper. Every time you pull back to breathe, you lick at the head, your tongue circling before you take him again. He’s panting.

His thumb wipes a streak of spit from your chin, then lingers at your lip, watching the way you take him. You suck him deeper making your jaw ache, but you don’t stop. He’s close – you can feel it in the way he tightens beneath you, the way his breath breaks.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks. “Because I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

You let him slip from your mouth to speak. Your lips are swollen, a sheen of spit glistening on your chin. “Yeah.”

He lets out a breath, “Thank fuck,” he mutters, already reaching for you.

He leans in, kissing you hard, and his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer. It stirs something inside you, a mix of wanting and nervousness, but neither of you says a word. One hand slides down to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them and your panties off in one smooth motion. They hit the floor somewhere behind him, forgotten.

His fingers trail slowly up your thigh, pausing just a breath away from where you need him most. Then they slip between your folds. You gasp into his mouth as one finger slides in, then another.

“God,” he mutters against your lips, “you’re soaked.”

His fingers move and his mouth never leaves yours.  “Jungkook” Your hips jerk up, chasing his fingers, trembling around them. 

Jungkook slips his fingers out slowly, and his lips brush against your neck as he pulls back a little. He moves lower, positioning himself at your entrance, feeling how wet and ready you are. 

He pushes forward, his cock stretching you open. You gasp.

“Shit,” you breathe. “You’re … big.”

He groans at that, and his head dips to your shoulder as he sinks deeper. “I’ll go slow,” he mutters. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

You shake your head, panting. “No. Just – mmmh. Don’t stop.”

He stills when he bottoms out your walls clench tight around him.

“You’re so tight,” he growls, grabbing your hips as he drives into you. “Moan for me,” he pants. “I want to hear you”

“Jungkook!” you cry out.

His hands grip your hips tight, then with a quick move, he flips you over so you’re on top. You settle down slowly, riding him, grinding as his hands slide over your waist. Your hands grip his shoulders and Jungkook watches your tits bounce.

“I wish you could see how hot you look right now, riding me like that” he groans. “I love watching your tits bounce” He reaches up, cupping one, squeezing it tight, watching it jiggle under his hand.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he groans. His hips snap up to meet yours.

Skin meets skin as the rhythm quickens. You bounce harder, keeping up with his pace. Jungkook drives deep, each thrust harder than the last. You grip his shoulders. “Jungkook, I’m close,” you gasp.

His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you closer.  “Cum for me, baby,” he says.

Your body shakes, as you reach your climax, but Jungkook never stops thrusting.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he growls. His hips jerk hard, driving deep as he spills inside you, groaning your name.

You collapse over his chest with shaky breath, and press a quick kiss to one of his pecs.

He asks softly, “You okay?”

You nod.

“Mmm, I like being like this,” he says. He stays still for a moment, then slowly thrusts again. You let out a low moan, feeling he’s still inside you, not soft yet.

“Jungkook!”

He chuckles, brushing his lips over your skin. “What? I like being inside you. Could stay here all day. Watch a movie or something.”

You giggle. “So… you recorded the whole thing? But you’re not going to upload everything, right? Like, the entire thing?”

He smirks against your skin. “Nope. What happened after you came the first time? That’s private content, for my eyes only.”

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Good. Some things should stay between us.”

He wraps an arm around you tighter. “Exactly. And honestly, we could do this more often – with or without the cameras.”

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[mojifushiguro]

unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"you're on your level too... tryna do what lovers do..." eren x black!fem x armin

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex, cheating, language, drinking, smoking

part 6. this is part 5. next part here.

now, two weeks passed since you saw armin... and got back straight with eren.

it was like he was a brand new person. buying you more things, telling you where hes going and who hes with, y'know, the bare minimum according to him.

but for some odd reason, you couldn't shake the thought of armin.

maybe because you were tipsy right now, leaning against erens arm as he cracked jokes with the rest of the group, or If it was because of something else.

but whatever the reason was, you couldn't keep your eye off the boy.

ever since the second night you spent with him, not to mention the first, you haven't talked to him, but lord knows you wanted to.

but you have a boyfriend. who cares about whatever relationship they have going on, right?

you looked away from armin and back to your cup as you felt erens arm hold you closer.

"hell naw connie, tell em bout the girl you fucked last night!" ony laughed, making all the boys in the group laugh. sasha rolled her eyes with a frown, "dont nobody wanna hear bout that shit but y'all nasty asses."

jean nudged connies arm. "she mad 'cus niccolo cant beat it up right." he muttered, just enough for her to hear.

connie bursted into a fit of laughter, pointing at sasha as she held her middle finger up. "fuck you, jean. when's the last time you had pussy?"

as jean went quiet, everyone started to laugh again, him waving everyone off. "what fuckin ever." he snatched the blunt from connie and hit it, sitting back.

you shook your head, sighing and getting off of eren. "im goin to the bathroom, ill be back in a minute." you said, patting his shoulder as he watched you walk towards the stairs of the house, eventually losing you in the big crowd of people that danced around and drunk.

you made your way to the bathrooms, rolling your eyes as you pushed past everyone upstairs to make it there.

"just for a fuckin bathroom..." you mumbled to yourself, huffing and closing the door behind you.

you checked yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and lashes.

you hopped on the counter and pulled out your phone, checking your socials. truth is, you didn't even wanna be at the party you were at. reason being it was boring, and you really only went to make sure eren didn't fuck around.

yeah, maybe he fucked you senseless and then bought you gifts and took you shopping, but what did that truly prove?

you didn't 100% believe him, I mean, its eren. as much as you wanted to, you didn't let yourself go out like that.

and you knew you were probably just another idiot to him and his friends, but if you didn't trust him 100%, you cant be too much of an idiot.

yeah, you wore the necklace–your dream necklace–he gave you the day after you had sex that one night, twirling the jewel between your fingers. you also looked at your freshly done nails and toes, softly kicking your feet off the counter, but you didn't trust him.

he probably does the same thing for his side bitches.

whatever, a knock on the door disturbed your thought process anyways. you glanced at the door and looked back at your phone. "occupied." you said, unbothered by the knocking.

until it became constant. you frowned, reaching over to the door as you stayed on the counter. you unlocked it and opened it, "didn't I say- oh?" your brows raised at the sight of armin.

"you aint even doin shit in here." armin shook his head, closing the door as he let himself in. he locked it behind him and leaned on the wall in front of you.

you were kind of at loss for words, putting your phone down beside you and resting your hands on both sides of you. "and that gave you a reason to disturb me."

armin hummed for a while before shrugging his shoulders, looking at his phone. "its boring down there."

you tilt your head. "and you think it aint gon be boring in here?" you questioned, making armin look up at you from his phone.

"nah. cus we got sum to talk about."

you already knew where this was going, and you honestly didn't have the energy to explain yourself. "you think I ghosted you?"

armin sucked in air through his teeth and stepped closer to you, putting his phone on top of yours. "what else would you call it?"

you shrugged. "contemplating."

"on?" he raised a brow.

you shifted, resting your body. "textin you."

"or?"

you looked up to the ceiling as if you were thinking before looking back at armin, up and down. "being loyal to my man."

armins brows raised again and he took a step back. "oh, Ian realize yall was back cool. from the awkward ass way you laid on him, seemed like it was just a act for the group." he held his hands up, making you laugh a little.

"what you want, armin?" you leaned forward just the slightest. armins tongue ran across his bottom lip slowly, but he just shrugged.

"you to want me."

you stayed quiet for a minute, examining his face. he did the same with you.

you held your hands out and he grabbed them. you pulled him in closer, and somehow, his hands found their way around your waist. then hips, then onto your thighs, massaging them softly.

"Ion know if I want you." you looked you at armin with your hands on his arms. he only looked at your lips, leaning down to nuzzle his head on your neck, planting soft kisses with a "hmm?"

your arms moved to his neck, wrapping around him as he pulled you closer. "like... I like you.” you let out a breath at the feeling of him softly suck your neck. "but I cant say I want you."

he listened to you, but he yearned for your body so bad for what felt like so long, he honestly didn't pay any attention to the words you said. not too much anyways.

"you know how much I missed you since we saw each other?" he kissed your neck again, pulling away to meet your eyes. you shook your head, looking deeply into his. "not as much as I missed you."

you felt his hands trail to the bottom of your dress, which was already riding up your thigh.

"you really think that?"

you broke eye contact with armin and looked at his chest. honestly, you thought he'd be mad at you for the sudden disappearance.

but he was such a calm person.

way different from eren.

"look." he whispered. you looked back up at him and he grabbed your face, kissing you on the lips. you couldn't help but kiss him back, moving your arms from around his neck and using your hands to softly tug at his belt buckle.

armin broke the kiss to look down at your hand, and back up at you.

you gave him those innocent, dollish eyes.

he could see right through you though, from the small moments you both had together, he knows what type of girl you are.

and he loved it.

so much that he didn't even wanna fuck you. so he moved your hand, intertwining your fingers together and raising your dress just to your lower stomach.

"you always got the prettiest underwear on." he moved you back to where your back was against the mirror.

you giggled at his statement, causing him to smile.

armin let go of your hand and put his hands on the back of both of your knees, raising and spreading your legs so that your feet were on the edge of the counter.

"so pretty." he muttered, grabbing at your panties and raising them up your thighs and down your legs. he tucked them in the side of his pants to avoid having to sit them on the counter, and leaned towards you, giving you a quick kiss before making his way back down between your legs.

you didn't even say anything. you didn't know what to say. everything was happening so slowly but so quick.

armin licked his lips, spreading your thighs apart a little more before leaning down, dragging his tongue up your slit.

you let out a soft breath, heart racing. but for what?

he put all his focus on pleasuring you, softly gripping at your thighs as he glided his tongue in small O's on your clit.

you bit your lip, brows furrowed. you missed armin more than anything you could think about, if you could even think about anything in that moment.

as he moved his hand from your thigh to your clit, he pulled away.

his eyes were fixed on your pussy, using his thumb to coat it with your slick, if not only his saliva.

he slipped his middle finger smoothly in, causing you to arch your back with a twitch of your legs. "armin..."

"I know." he whispered, gliding his tongue softly around your clit again, slipping his ring finger again with his middle finger.

he softly sucked at your clit, transitioning from licking and sucking every now and then. your soft moans were like music to his ears, and he'd been waiting for that moment since you last fucked.

armins eyes flicked up to you as your hands tangled in his hair, one of his eyes thinning from the grip you had. but he didn't stop you. oh, he would never.

you looked down into his eyes, biting your lip to suppress as many moans as you could. but when his fingers started to curl and hit your sweet spot quicker than it did before, you couldn't help yourself.

"armin... fuck, armin.." your thighs tightened around his face, and he closed his eyes. you did too, resting your head back against the mirror as you reached your climax.

the warmth and flicks of his tongue didn't make it any better as you let his head go and gripped the counter, your whole body twitching and your legs opening and closing as you throbbed uncontrollably against his mouth.

armin pulled away, watching your face as you breathed heavily, eyes opening just to look at him.

armin gave one more kiss to your clit before pulling your panties out of the side of his pants and helping you put them back on. you stayed quiet as he helped you off the counter and fixed your dress for you.

you only looked at him, taking in his features.

his hair was messier from your hands, and his lips glistened the slightest from his tongue licking them.

as armin looked from your dress back to you, his head tilt a little.

"what's wrong?"

nothing. nothing at all.

you looked away from armin and shook your head, getting back on the counter, exhaling.

"nothing."

armin scanned your face for a few seconds, noticing how you looked away from him. "you know im not mad at you. you got a boyfriend, dont think I blame you." he ran his hand up and down your thigh.

you looked at armin. you didn't say anything, but he could tell from your eyes, you were reassured from his words.

armin tried to keep from the temptation, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as his chin rested on your shoulder. he looked at himself in the mirror.

he knows hes wrong for doing what he did and what hes doing, but god, you're all hes ever wanted in a girl.

you felt his soft breaths down your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your embrace.

you closed tour eyes, his scent, his warmth, you haven't felt it in what seems like so long.

you hated yourself for thinking it, but in that moment, armin was exactly how you wanted eren to be. he was caring, and especially sentimental.

its not that eren didn't care about you, or didn't have feelings, but it seemed like whenever he reassured you about something, like the cheating situation, he was forcing it in fear that you'd leave him.

and the fucking right after just proves your point more.

"ion wanna leave you right now." armin sighed, pulling away, but surely keeping your hand in his. you held one of his with both of yours and looked at his phone. "but we been here for some minutes. you can go first, ima be back later on."

you pushed yourself off the counter, turning to look in the mirror.

armin put his hands in his pants pocket, looking at the way you fixed yourself through the mirror. a small, quick smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you fixed your dress once again.

you then turned to face him, smiling softly. you didn't say a word, but when you cupped his face and gave him a kiss, thats all he needed.

because believe it or not, you flustered him more than anything.

with his hands still In his pockets, he watched as you exited the bathroom, and as the door clicked, he exhaled, turning to the mirror and taking his hands from his pockets to fix his hair.

as you sat back down beside eren, he flung his arm around you.

"damn what took so long?" he pulled you closer to him, planting a kiss on your cheek.

you gave eren a smile and playfully wiped his kiss. "I was distracted on my phone." you crossed your legs towards him.

eren looked at you for a few seconds before focusing back on his phone.

a few minutes later, armin came back downstairs, wiping his hands on his shirt. eren looked up at him from his phone, "where you been?"

connie looked at armin, smirking. "prolly gettin pussy." he said, making everyone laugh. armin shook his head, sitting down and grabbing one of his drinks, sipping from it.

you only looked down at your phone, avoiding any eye contact with armin.

connie looked at you and then armin, and then eren, who looked directly at armin. seemingly confused, he then looked at connie, who looked down as soon as they locked eyes.

"fuck?" eren whispered under his breath. with the sound of jean and ony chattering, along with sashas laughter, you could barely hear what he said. but before you could ask, sasha grabbed your hand, standing you up.

"y/n and mikasa, wanna go drink?" she said, widening her eyes at mikasa a little.

mikasa stood up and sasha grabbed her hand, dragging both of you to the kitchen, where mostly all the drinks were.

when she finally made it, she let you both go, leaning against the counter no one was near before turning on her heels towards you.

"okay. what happened?"

you knew what she was referring to, and you reached in one of the coolers to grab a drink. "we aint do nothing, he just... ate it." you mumbled casually with a shrug.

"okay. lemme tell you now, as soon as armin left after you, eren looked suspicious as hell." mikasa said in a warning tone. sasha nodded along quickly. "girl yes, like it might just be cus he drunk, but he had that 'what the fuck?' face."

your head went back and forth to and from both of them as they frantically described the expression eren had, you quickly waved your hands, sitting your drink on the counter.

"wait, wait, wait. so he was confused." you tilt your head towards them and they both nodded. you hummed, looking at the floor to think.

while sasha and mikasa watched you twist at your necklace and stare at the floor, you suddenly heard erens name on the left of you, causing your head to snap up. so faint, you weren't sure it was his name, until someone said "eren yeager?"

that ultimately caught mikasa and sashas attention, causing them to scan the kitchen for whoever said it.

there she was. a girl with blonde hair, around a group of her friends.

"yeah, eren yeager. over there." you saw her point erens way.

"you goin over there?" one of her tall friends with brown hair asked. "dont he got a girlfriend?"

you looked at the girl as best as you could, due to all the passers by and people blocking your view, you could barely see her face. but, when you finally did, you knew exactly who she was.

"bitch, is that historia?" mikasa squinted.

the girl then smiled at her friend, shrugging her shoulders and pulling out her phone to fix her hair. "you don't think I know that? now move." she giggled as she playfully pushed her friend out the way and started walking towards where eren sat.

you felt like your eyes were deceiving you. like your mind played tricks on you, but it couldn't be because mikasa and sasha slowly turned their heads back towards you, just as you did them.

"no way we just witnessed that shit." sasha turned with her hand on her hip, watching as historia went over to eren, standing behind the couch he sat on.

a part of you wanted to go over there, just to see what she'd do, and what the fuck they had going on if they had anything.

another part of you just wanted to watch. cross your arms, lean back on the counter and watch what his reaction would be when she went towards him.

because not only was she someone who got around with boys, and a lot of boys.

she was eren's ex.

you watched her quietly, your head tilting and moving different ways from everyone that blocked your view every now and then.

she went over there just as happy, cheesing and smiling, touching his arm, a bunch of flirting shit. and he was letting it happen. you didn't know what she was saying, but you saw the rest of the group looking around, you'd assume they were trying to make sure you weren't around.

though, you didn't wanna assume anything.

surely eren cant be flirting back.

you thought that, before you saw him stand up and start to walk towards the stairs.

she followed right behind him.

you don't trust him. you told yourself that. so why's your heart pounding? mikasa and sasha, who watched the whole thing, looked back towards you.

"you gotta step up." mikasa shook her head in disappointment, looking at the expression on your face.

you loved eren, truly. but he was such a bitch, and he wasn't good for you. you're not stupid, you know this. so why sit there and let what just happened happen?

the only person you could think about when mikasa said what she said, was armin.

"so what you want me to do?" you looked at her. "I cheated first."

mikasa rolled her eyes and looked to the side before looking back at you. "girl dont be fuckin stupid. you don't gotta take shit from eren."

sasha watched as mikasa mildly scolded you. you looked at sasha, then back at mikasa. "so, what?"

mikasa gave you an 'are you serious?' type of look.

"break up with em."

[empressdede]

Tangled In The Ashes - I

Part One

“Daddy, you burnt the pancake again.”

Roman looked down at the skillet and cursed under his breath.

He flipped the pancake anyway, dark edges and all, sliding it onto the plate like it was gourmet. Melo didn’t seem to mind. The five-year-old was already swinging his legs at the breakfast table, humming to himself.

Roman poured syrup over the pile. “You gon’ eat it or you gon’ judge it?”

Melo grinned. “Eat it.”

Roman smirked and ruffled his curls before taking a seat across from him. Sundays were slow, quiet—just him and his son. He lived for these weekends. Especially when Amaya wasn’t blowing up his phone with her moods.

Not that he blamed her.

Their whole relationship had been a long, drawn-out tug-of-war. Some nights they’d fight like strangers, other nights they’d find themselves tangled up in sheets like nothing ever broke.

But Amaya had been distant lately.

Too distant.

“So, what you and Mommy do this week?”

Melo’s mouth was full, but that didn’t stop him from answering. “We went to the zoo on Friday. Then Mommy’s friend came over.”

Roman’s brow twitched. “Friend?”

“Yeah. He brought pizza and stayed for movie night. Mommy laughed a lot. Then in the morning I saw his shoes by the door, so I think he slept over—”

Roman’s chair scraped back slowly.

Melo blinked up at him, syrup on his chin.

Roman didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there, staring at his son like the words hadn’t hit yet. But they had.

Slept over?

Shoes by the door?

Laughed a lot?

Roman picked up his phone. Opened a new message. Closed it. Opened it again.

He didn’t even know what to say to her without cussing her out.

Because the truth was, Amaya wasn’t just some girl he used to mess with.

She was his Amaya.

The one he kept coming back to.

The one he couldn’t let go of—even if he was out here doing God knows what with whoever whenever. That didn’t matter.

Amaya was his.

Even if she said otherwise.

Even if she was out here laughing with some man.

He poured himself coffee and sipped slow, jaw tight, his mind already spiraling.

Let her play house if she wants to

He’d burn it down before he let anyone think she belonged to someone else.

⸻

The drop-off was tense before she even opened the door.

Amaya had that familiar look—lips tight, hair in a puff, no makeup, hoodie stretched over her curves. The same curves he still thought about late at night when he was alone.

“Hey, baby,” she said, ignoring Roman as she reached for Melo. “Did you have fun?”

“Uh huh. Daddy made pancakes again but he burned ‘em.”

Roman leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her.

“Yo,” he said low.

She glanced up. “Roman.”

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t think we do.”

“Oh, we do,” he said, stepping outside with her. “Melo mentioned some… ‘friend’ of yours. Said y’all had a sleepover.”

Amaya blinked. “We’re not doing this right now.”

“Who is he?”

She let out a breath. “Tyler.”

Roman scoffed. “Tyler.”

“Yeah,” she said, chin up. “My boyfriend.”

Something in him flared.

Boyfriend. Nah.

Not happening.

He stepped closer. “Since when?”

“Three weeks.”

“You serious right now?”

“Yes, Roman.”

She turned to go back inside, but he blocked the door with one hand.

“Let me guess. You needed something real this time, right? Tired of going back and forth with me, so you picked the first safe idiot who brought you pizza and a smile?”

Amaya’s nostrils flared. “You really wanna do this? You, of all people? The man who disappears for three days then texts me at 3 a.m. like nothing happened?”

“I never brought another woman around my son.”

“I wouldn’t have to bring anyone around him if you didn’t keep playing with me like I’m an option.”

He stared at her, chest rising.

“You are not an option.”

She laughed bitterly. “You treat me like one.”

Roman didn’t respond right away. He just looked at her like he always did—intense, unreadable. Like he was trying to decide if he wanted to kiss her or ruin her whole life.

“You still mine, Amaya,” he said quietly. “Even when you act like you’re not.”

“No, Roman. I’m not. I’m done being your convenience.”

“You’re not done with me,” he said, stepping even closer. “We’ve never been done. You just mad I don’t move the way you want me to.”

“No,” she said. “I’m mad that you know exactly what I need—and still refuse to give it to me. Loyalty. Consistency. Respect. I gave you chance after chance, and you kept showing me I wasn’t enough.”

He was quiet again.

The silence between them was heavy, charged.

He looked down at her lips.

“You still love me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“It’s always the point.”

Amaya swallowed hard, fighting the heat behind her eyes.

Roman’s voice dropped even lower. “That man? He ain’t me.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m trying to make it work with him.”

That one hit.

He clenched his jaw and nodded once, like he was accepting a challenge.

“Aight. Cool. I’ll meet him.”

“What?”

“I said I’ll meet him,” Roman repeated. “Since he around my son, I got a right.”

Amaya hesitated. “You’re not gonna scare him off.”

Roman’s smirk was damn near sinister. “I don’t have to. Real men know when they’re outta their league.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re exhausting.”

“Funny, you never say that when you’re in my bed.”

Her breath caught, and Roman saw it—the way her eyes flickered. He still had her. She was trying to close the door, but he was the storm she couldn’t fully lock out.

And he knew it.

Roman finally stepped back. “Tell ‘Tyler’ I’ll see him tomorrow.”

And just like that, he walked off, the final word echoing in the tension he left behind.

⸻

That night, Amaya sat in bed with her knees pulled to her chest.

Tyler had texted a goodnight selfie, and she replied with a heart. But her heart wasn’t really in it.

She hated the way Roman got under her skin. Hated that he could still make her feel so torn.

She wanted peace.

Stability.

Someone who showed up when they said they would. Someone who didn’t have a trail of women still clinging to him.

But Roman?

He was the kind of man who made it hard to forget the highs, even if the lows damn near destroyed her.

Her phone lit up.

Roman: “You looked good today.”

She didn’t respond.

A minute later, another text came.

Roman: “You still mine, Ma. Even when you pretend otherwise.”

She closed her eyes and let the phone drop onto the bed.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

And she knew it.

Tyler adjusted the sleeves of his button-down in the hallway mirror, then turned to Amaya with a nervous smile.

“You sure this is a good idea?”

She was standing by the door, arms crossed, every nerve in her body humming.

“No,” she admitted. “But Roman insisted. And if this is gonna work, you and him gotta be able to coexist.”

Tyler nodded slowly. “Coexist… with your baby daddy who still texts you at midnight.”

Amaya looked away. “It’s not like that.”

Tyler raised a brow. “Isn’t it?”

Before she could respond, there was a knock at the door.

Heavy. Confident. Like the person on the other side wasn’t waiting on permission to be let in.

Amaya’s stomach twisted.

Roman didn’t knock like a visitor.

He knocked like he owned the place.

When she opened the door, he stood there in black slacks and a fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled up, chains peeking from beneath the collar. His beard was trimmed, hair slicked back, scent sharp and unmistakable.

He looked good.

He knew it.

Roman stepped in without waiting for an invite, eyes sweeping the space before locking onto Tyler like a predator clocking another animal in his territory.

“So you the dude,” he said, coolly.

Tyler offered a hand. “Tyler. Nice to finally meet you.”

Roman stared at the hand like it was a joke, then slowly shook it—firm, just long enough to prove dominance.

“Melo still sleep?” Roman asked Amaya, not taking his eyes off Tyler.

“Yeah. He just knocked out,” she said. “Let’s keep it quiet.”

Roman nodded and took a seat on the edge of the couch like it was his.

Tyler sat across from him, and Amaya stood between them, arms crossed, heartbeat in her throat.

“I just wanted to meet the man my son is around,” Roman said, voice steady. “Make sure he’s not some clown.”

Tyler smiled slightly. “I get that. Totally understandable. I care about Melo, and I respect Amaya.”

Roman tilted his head. “Respect?”

“Yeah.”

“You respect her,” Roman repeated slowly. “So that include not touchin’ her while my son’s in the house?”

Amaya’s eyes widened.

Tyler blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Roman said. “You sleep here?”

“I have, yeah.”

“And you think that’s respectful?” Roman’s voice was calm, but the weight of it filled the room. “Layin’ up in the bed I used to break her back in. Next room over from my son.”

“Roman—” Amaya snapped.

“Nah, let him answer.”

Tyler held his composure, but his jaw clenched. “I think what’s disrespectful is acting like she’s still yours when you’re not together.”

Roman’s smile was slow, dangerous.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Me and Amaya? We never really been done. She just likes to pretend sometimes.”

Amaya exhaled, exasperated. “You don’t get to do this, Roman. You had your chance—chances. Tyler’s been nothing but good to me, and I’m not gonna let you come in here and piss all over it.”

Roman stood up slowly. “This ain’t about pissin’ on nothin’. I just don’t like the idea of some man who don’t know me playin’ stepdaddy like he built somethin’ here.”

“I’m not trying to replace you,” Tyler said. “I respect the bond you have with your son. I just want to be here for Amaya and Melo in a real way.”

Roman turned to Amaya, eyes burning through her. “So that’s what you want now? A ‘real way’?”

“Yes,” she said, voice steady even as her hands trembled. “I want consistency. I want peace. I want someone who doesn’t drag me through hell just to love me.”

Roman took a slow step toward her.

“You really think he gon’ love you better than me?”

“He already does,” she whispered.

Roman’s nostrils flared. “Say it again.”

“He already does.”

The silence was thick.

Roman stared at her like she betrayed him. Like she’d just stabbed him in the back and twisted the knife.

“You forget who you are when you with me,” he said, voice low and tight. “You was soft. Open. Always lookin’ at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Don’t pretend like he give you that same feeling.”

Amaya blinked back heat in her eyes. “Because I was in love with you. I fought for us for years. But you never chose me fully. So I stopped choosing you.”

Roman stepped back, something shifting in his face. Something wounded and prideful and furious all at once.

“Tyler,” he said, turning to him now, “you seem like a decent dude. But let me make somethin’ clear.”

Tyler stood, eyes steady.

“I don’t care how many movie nights y’all have. How many pizza boxes you bring over. That’s my son. And Amaya?” Roman’s smirk returned. “She still got me in her blood. You just… temporary relief.”

Tyler didn’t flinch. “We’ll see.”

Roman’s smile dropped.

“You won’t last,” he said flatly. “Not because she don’t want to move on. But because the moment I decide to come back? She’ll open the door.”

“Roman—” Amaya snapped, tears brimming now. “Leave.”

He stared at her.

She was trembling.

Not with fear—but with restraint.

He loved that about her.

Hated it, too.

“You want me to leave?” he asked, voice softer now.

“Yes.”

His eyes flicked to Tyler. Then back to her.

“Okay.”

Roman walked to the door, opening it slowly, but before he stepped out, he looked over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you at the drop-off.”

Then he was gone.

⸻⸻

Tyler sat back down, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That man…” he exhaled. “He’s something else.”

Amaya didn’t speak.

She sat on the arm of the couch, shoulders shaking.

“Hey,” Tyler said, walking over, crouching in front of her. “You okay?”

“I hate him,” she whispered. “I hate that he knows exactly where to cut.”

“You don’t have to let him do it anymore,” Tyler said gently. “We’re not doing this triangle shit. If we’re serious, you need to shut that door for real.”

She looked at him.

Tired. Torn.

“I’m trying.”

Tyler held her hands. “Then try harder. Because I won’t fight for a woman who won’t fight for me.”

Amaya nodded slowly.

But later that night, as she lay in bed with Tyler asleep beside her, her phone buzzed again.

Roman: “He not built for you.”

Roman: “But I am.”

She didn’t respond.

But she didn’t delete the messages either.

And that said everything.

“You let him in your house?” Naomi nearly choked on her wine. “And let him sit across from your new man like it’s a damn reality show reunion?”

Amaya groaned, sinking deeper into the couch, wrapping her throw blanket tighter around her body.

“I didn’t let him. Roman insisted. You know how he is. When he wants something… it just happens.”

Mariah poured another glass of red and handed it to her sister. “You should’ve made it clear. There’s boundaries, Amaya.”

“I did! I told him we were over, I told him I’m with Tyler now, I told him he doesn’t get to act like I’m still his—”

“But you are, though,” Naomi cut in, raising her brow.

Mariah rolled her eyes hard enough to cause whiplash. “Naomi, don’t start.”

“No, I’m just saying,” Naomi shrugged. “Let’s not act brand new. Roman is a lot—too much, even—but you’re not exactly indifferent, sis. You still feel him. I can see it all over your face.”

“I’m tired of feeling him,” Amaya whispered, looking down at her wine. “He’s like gravity. Even when I try to get away, something keeps pulling me back.”

Mariah sat on the edge of the armchair, voice firm. “Then cut the cord. For real this time. Tyler is stable. He shows up. He’s good to Melo. He ain’t gonna have you crying in the shower and second-guessing yourself every week.”

Naomi shook her head. “That man ain’t ever gonna make her feel like Roman did.”

“And that’s the point,” Mariah snapped. “She doesn’t need to feel like that again. That toxic, up-and-down mess had her losing sleep, losing herself. What Tyler lacks in heat, he makes up for in peace.”

Naomi took a slow sip. “I’m sorry, but peace is not supposed to feel like watching paint dry.”

“Oh my God,” Mariah muttered.

“No, for real,” Naomi leaned forward, locking eyes with Amaya. “I know y’all all about ‘healing’ and ‘boundaries’ now, and I support it—I do. But you can’t force your heart to forget who set it on fire just because he disappointed you.”

Amaya gave her a look. “Disappointed? Naomi, Roman devastated me. Over and over again. You know that.”

“I do,” Naomi nodded. “But I also know you. And I know what you looked like when y’all were good. You were glowing. You were soft and confident and alive in a way I haven’t seen since you’ve been with Tyler.”

Mariah scoffed. “Girl, she was glowing in between breakdowns. Let’s not glamorize trauma just because the sex was good and the apologies were poetic.”

Amaya covered her face. “Y’all are stressing me out.”

Naomi grinned. “We love you, that’s all.”

Mariah leaned in, serious now. “Sis, you say you want peace. But you can’t keep texting Roman back and expecting Tyler not to notice the shift.”

“I didn’t text him back,” Amaya defended.

“But you wanted to,” Mariah said. “And you didn’t block him either.”

Silence.

Naomi smirked. “Told you. Still his.”

Amaya shot her a look. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

“No,” Amaya said, her voice trembling. “Because I spent too long confusing obsession with love. Roman loves me when it’s convenient. Tyler loves me consistently. But… I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of love.”

Mariah nodded slowly. “Because it’s quiet. And you’re used to chaos.”

Naomi sat back, thoughtful. “Or maybe… it’s just not deep enough.”

“Naomi,” Mariah warned.

“No, hear me out,” she said. “I’m not saying Tyler’s not a good man. But not every good man is your man. Just like not every passionate relationship is meant to last. But Roman? That man looks at her like she’s the air he breathes. I saw it. I felt it when we all used to hang out.”

Amaya swallowed. “That look… it’s a lie.”

“But it still gets to you,” Naomi whispered. “Even now.”

Amaya didn’t respond.

Because she knew it was true.

Roman had a hold on her, even when he was quiet. Even when he wasn’t in her bed or blowing up her phone. He lived in the back of her mind like a ghost who refused to die.

And Tyler?

He was kind. Thoughtful. Steady. But sometimes his steadiness made her feel like she was waiting for a spark that would never come.

“I just… I want to be free,” Amaya finally said. “From all of it.”

Mariah reached for her hand. “Then choose. And stand on it. Don’t text Roman. Don’t let him pop in whenever he feels like it. Don’t leave Tyler hanging while you sort through unfinished business.”

Naomi raised a brow. “Or—hear me out—you finish that business first. See if Roman’s really ready to give you what you need. If not, then close the door.”

“You mean reopen the door he already halfway broke off the hinges?” Mariah snorted. “She’s not a revolving door, Naomi.”

“Maybe not,” Naomi said with a shrug. “But she’s still in love. And love makes things messy.”

Amaya leaned her head back against the couch, eyes closed.

“I wish I could just… shut my heart off. Pick the right thing. Not the addicting thing. Not the familiar pain dressed up as passion.”

“But you won’t,” Naomi said gently. “Because your heart still remembers what it was like to be wanted that deeply.”

Mariah shook her head. “And your heart still remembers what it was like to cry alone while he was with someone else.”

Amaya bit her lip.

“Tyler wants a future,” Mariah continued. “He’s not perfect, but he’s safe. And maybe that’s the kind of love you deserve.”

“But what if safe feels like settling?” Amaya whispered.

“That’s the trauma talking,” Mariah said.

“Or it’s the truth,” Naomi countered.

Silence fell again.

Three women. Three opinions. And one exhausted heart caught in the middle.

“I’m scared,” Amaya admitted finally. “If I give Roman another chance, I might lose myself again. But if I let Tyler go, I might lose the man who would’ve stayed.”

Naomi stood up and kissed the top of her head. “Then take your time. But don’t lie to yourself while you do it.”

Mariah hugged her from the side. “And don’t break someone else’s heart while trying to fix your own.”

⸻⸻

Later that night, Amaya lay in bed, phone on her chest.

She opened her text thread with Roman.

She hovered.

Then she typed.

Amaya: “Don’t come to the house unannounced again.”

She stared at it.

Then added:

Amaya: “I’m trying to move on. Please let me.”

A few moments passed.

Then the bubbles appeared.

Roman: “If you wanted to move on, you wouldn’t still be texting me.”

Her breath caught.

Then another came.

Roman: “Tell your boyfriend to sleep light.”

She didn’t respond.

She just locked her phone, rolled over, and let the war inside her heart rage on in silence.

Ngl I love Toxic baby daddy Jey and I thought…. Hmmm, what would Roman look like as a toxic baby daddy. 🤣🤣 How we feeling?

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[mikkies]

「 TODAVIA PUEDO SENTIR TU TACTO INCLUSO EN LA OSCURIDAD. 」

Chance x Fem! Clothing Designer! Reader (no mentions of she/her)

warnings: mentions of itrapped (he should be a warning on its own).

notes: thanks for the title help AHEM AHEM... sighhh... ANYWAYS PART 2 OF my THIS exploring the way Chance is towards the reader (reader is eerily similar to Itrapped yet so different)

HE’S SITTING ON the edge of the porch, one arm resting over his knee, the other cradled against his side where the wound hasn’t finished healing yet.

You’ve offered to re-stitch it properly—said he was healing wrong, that it was gonna scar messy—but he waved you off with a lopsided grin and a “scars build character” quip.

You let him sit with it. Not because you agree.

But because some things he needs to choose on his own.

It’s late. The sky glows a dull orange from the breach hanging far over the forest, never fully night here, never fully day. The whole world stuck in between, just like him.

From inside the cabin, you watch his silhouette as your fingers work without thinking, threading ribbon through a jacket collar you’ve been trying to finish for weeks now. It was meant to be for him—like most things you make lately. But you haven’t given it to him yet.

Because something's off.

Not new. Just... growing.

He flinches when you touch his shoulder now. Laughs a little too loud when you tease him.

And when you patch him up, he never looks you in the eyes anymore.

That used to be your favorite part. The way he’d smile down at you—cocky, always pretending he didn’t need your help—but grateful. Silent. Loyal.

Now? His loyalty feels heavier. Like it’s chained to something you can’t see.

You don’t realize you’ve stopped working until you feel your magic dim under your skin.

The jacket falls silent across your lap.

And you finally go outside.

He doesn’t turn when he hears the door creak open. He just says, “...You ever feel like someone's haunting you, even when they ain't dead?”

You pause in the doorway.

“I think,” you say carefully, “there are worse things than ghosts.”

Chance chuckles. It’s humorless. “Yeah. Like still loving the person who put the knife in you.”

You move slowly, taking a seat beside him on the porch. You don’t speak right away. Just sit, close enough he can feel you, but not touching.

He’s quiet for a long time.

Then,

“You remind me of him.”

That’s the first time he’s said it out loud.

You turn your head. His expression is unreadable—shades reflecting the broken sky.

“iTrapped,” you say.

He nods.

“He didn’t build anything,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “Didn’t make things the way you do. He didn’t even fix his own mistakes. Just... left ‘em. Let me clean ‘em up. Let me follow him into worse and worse messes like some stupid stray. And I did. ‘Cause I thought that’s what love was supposed to feel like.”

He laughs bitterly.

“‘Die for me,’ he said once. I thought it was a joke.”

You say nothing.

“I played every game he asked me to. Lost things I’ll never get back. He told me I was lucky, and I believed him. Even when my luck ran dry and my hands were shaking and I couldn't even tell which pain came from the game and which came from him. I loved him.”

Chance grips the side of the porch railing hard, metal groaning beneath his fingers.

“And then I met you.”

You look at him.

“I thought maybe I was finally over it. That what I felt for you was new. Real. But sometimes you touch me and it’s like I’m back there again. And I hate that. I hate that my body doesn’t know the difference between someone hurting me and someone holding me.”

Your chest aches. “Chance…”

He finally looks at you.

Really looks at you.

And it’s terrified.

“You’re kind. And soft. And strong in ways I don’t know how to name. But you’ve got the same patience he did. The same way of watching me. The same quiet hands, same soft voice when I bleed. And I’m scared that I’m doing it again.”

Your voice shakes. “Doing what?”

“Falling into someone else's gravity.”

You want to say he isn’t. That this is different. That you are different.

But that wouldn’t be fair.

Because he's right.

You are patient. You do patch him up. And maybe, maybe, he was never taught the difference between affection and obedience.

Between care and control.

Between you and iTrapped.

So instead of trying to prove him wrong, you say:

“I won’t make you stay.”

He tenses.

“I won’t ask you to prove yourself. Or test your love. I won’t drag you into things you don’t choose. If you ever feel like I’m becoming him—walk away. I mean it, Chance. You are not leashed to me.”

His breath catches.

“But,” you continue, voice quiet but unwavering, “if you do stay, I need it to be because you want to. Not because you’re afraid to be alone.”

He doesn’t answer.

He just leans into your side, carefully, like he doesn’t trust his body not to shatter from it.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he whispers.

“You’re not going to.”

“Even if I see him in you sometimes?”

You reach out, gently sliding his shades up onto his forehead. His eyes are tired. Red-rimmed. Honest.

“Then I’ll stay long enough for you to see me instead.”

He exhales like he’s been holding it for months.

And finally—finally—he rests his head against your shoulder. Not like a loyal dog.

But like someone learning how to be human again.

[kingkat12]

Mario Kart (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: fluff, teasing, Roman is an annoying boy istg, mentions of sex ig

summary: after a long week of not having seen your boyfriend, you thought he'd immediately pounce you when you got him up in your room-- that was, until he spotted the new game you had downloaded

word count: 1,752

a/n: kingkat doing a oneshot?? balance has been restored lmaooo, I love having summer break, enjoy some fluff in the midst of all the angst I recently write<3333 MWAH

This was becoming ridiculous-- Roman was supposed to be here for me.

Instead, he was sunk deep into the edge of my bed, legs spread like he owned the place, completely transfixed by the stupid little kart racing across my TV. His fingers moved with deadly precision on the controller, sharp and fast, and I could hear how into it he was-- the low mutters, the victorious scoff every time he nailed someone with a shell, the smug little chuckle like he was hot shit; which, annoyingly, he totally was.

But right now, he was just acting like a piece of shit. Like, seriously?

I sighed, spreading out on my bed as I glared at my boyfriend through the corner of my eye. Why were boys so obsessed with video games? Was that stupid game I downloaded that one night Roman was out partying and I was overthinking everything more fun than hanging out with me?

To be honest, I had no idea what was happening with our relationship anymore. I could only keep on sighing, laying here like a tragic girlfriend cliché, watching Roman race through Rainbow Road like his life depended on it.

He chewed on lip as he barely dodged a banana peel; "Ooh, that was clean. Did you see that?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, tone flat. "Super hot. I'm soaking wet."

That made Roman glance over briefly, his green eyes glinting with something I couldn't place; was he bored, or...? "Liar," he grumbled, turning back to the screen.

"I could be, though," I huffed, rolling onto my stomach, half-facing him, my cheek against the pillow. "If you weren't so damn obsessed with Mario."

"I'm not obsessed with Mario," Roman mumbled, tone maddeningly casual. Did he not hear the irony in mine? "This is just-- hold on-- yes! Blue shell dodge, did you see that?!"

Fucking teenage asshole. Rolling my eyes, I sat up, glaring daggers into the back of his head; it was time to fight back. "I don't care, Roman, I don't give a damn! If you came over just to play Mario Kart like a little baby, then I suggest you go home!"

Roman didn't say anything at first-- then, he let the kart coast off a cliff while the game over jingle chirped mockingly from the speakers. He slowly set the controller down on the bed beside him, the silence between us pressing at my chest like a weighted blanket as Roman turned around to face me.

His eyes were hard to read-- still bright with adrenaline, gorgeous as ever, but something else had settled there too. Annoyance? That look he got when I hit a nerve?

"You done?" he quietly asked.

I blinked. "Pardon?"

Roman cocked his head at me like I was the one being unreasonable. "Throwing your tantrum. You done now?"

I scoffed; "Are you kidding me?--"

"No," he cut in. "Because you could've just said, 'hey, I'm feeling ignored'. You didn't have to go full nuclear."

"But you've been ignoring me for weeks!" I snapped, louder than I meant to, as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Not just tonight, Roman! You flake, you go out partying without me all the time, you cancel, and when you do show up, you're more interested in virtual mushrooms than me!"

In typical teenage boy fashion, Roman sighed, now looking up at the ceiling like he was trying to figure out some puzzle. Was it that hard to understand where I was coming from? Were girls as big of an enigma for him as for other guys? I wouldn't have guessed it, with his long dating history, and all. For a boy that was that good in bed, he was mortifyingly bad at everything else that had to do with girls. 

"I don't know," he finally said, head empty. "I saw the game and got excited, simple as that. You know I used to be insane at Mario Kart on the DS, like... world-class."

"Yeah, you talk about it all the time," I huffed, glaring at him. "So you wanted to relive your middle school glory days?"

Roman shrugged, as if that somehow made it better. "Kinda, yeah? I didn't think it was a big deal,"

I just... blinked. 

"I didn't think it'd make you mad mad," he added quickly, like that helped. "I thought we'd maybe play together or something. I didn't know you'd be lying here plotting my murder."

Groaning, I pressed my palm to my foreheads; "I don't want to play Mario Kart!" I whined. "We're here in my room, on my bed, my parents are out of town, I shaved, and-- and you want to play Mario Kart!" Before I could control it, my arms were flailing around as I tried to distract him from the sight of me falling apart. "Are you kidding me?! You're clearly not into me anymore, so put me out of my fucking misery!"

Roman didn't say anything for a good couple of seconds, staring at me like I had just told him that the sky was green. After blinking once, twice, inhaling slowly, letting his chest fill as he pondered how I had managed to have a complete breakdown over Mario Kart, he chuckled, low and surprised, and broke the silence like a pin to a balloon. "Poor baby," he cooed, tone full of mock concern. "Sitting here spiralling while I'm dodging banana peels." 

My glared at him with all my wrath; "Don't do that,"

"Do what?" Roman asked, that condescending smirk painting his plush, pink lips. He looked so good like this, too-- lean and sprawled over the edge of my bed, that slouchy, lazy arrogance he wore like second skin. "You're cute like this, y'know? Stressing over things you don't have to."

I wanted to sink into myself and disappear-- was he serious? Roman looked back at me with the most maddeningly calm demeanour as he continued cooing at me; "You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head, eyes stinging.

"Oh my God," Roman breathed, dragging a hand down his face like I was the exhausting one. "Baby."

That one word made my whole body tense. His voice was so teasing, like he wasn't taking this seriously at all. "Put you out of your misery? What does that even mean? I don't want to break up," he went on, scooting closer to me on the bed. "Do you want to break up?" 

"I don't know," I breathed, avoiding his gaze.

Roman got closer, and leaned in just enough to make my heart pound. His green eyes scanned my face, slow and lazy. "You don't want to break up with me. You're just being dramatic," he said, soft but condescending. His fingers brushed my cheek like I was delicate, like I was stupid and sweet and his. "It's actually kind of hot how insane you're being right now," he murmured, half-laughing. "Like-- you've got tears in your eyes because I didn't make a move the second I walked in? Jesus. That's what I get for trying to be respectful, huh?"

"I shaved," I mumbled again, feeling ridiculous.

"I know, baby," he said, voice dipped in mock sympathy as his thumb skimmed down the side of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. "But two weeks ago, you were complaining that the only thing we did was fuck. And now... what? You want me to ignore all of that? It's a bit confusing."

I didn't meet Roman's green gaze anymore, focusing on the pattern of my comforter. "I just-- I guess I take it back,"

"You take it back?"

"I wasn't even complaining," I mumbled, tracing circles into my thigh. "I just said I was sore. Once. And you haven't even tried to initiate since..."

Roman's brows drew together, sustaining a laugh. "You could initiate too, y'know?"

"But how am I supposed to do that when you're playing Mario Kart?!" I snapped, smacking his arm, but it didn't land with any real force-- Roman caught my wrist and grinned, green eyes glinting. "Fine," he purred. "You want me to put away the game? Want me to play with you instead?"

I flushed so hard I felt dizzy-- well, yes. 

Roman's grin widened as he took in my expression. "Mm. There she is," He leaned forward until his lips were brushing my ear. "Let me guess," he went on, voice like smoke. "You spent all day thinking about it. Shaving. Lotioning. Probably picked your underwear based on what you hoped I'd do to you."

"I didn't!--"

Cutting me off without a single word, Roman shook his head. He had that knowing look about him-- there was that the quiet hunger beneath the smugness that I knew too well.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I wore the black pair..." 

My confession was accompanied by a deeper redness in my cheek, one that earned me a nasty little whistle from Roman. He blew some hair away from his forehead, now tracing my thighs, knowing he had struck gold for tonight. "The whole set?"

I had no idea why this was so embarrassing-- my voice was barely a whisper; "Yeah..."

Roman let out a breath, grinning from ear to ear, probably silently thanking every God above. "Oh, I'm getting lucky, alright,"

Before I could even think, feeling as though my whole body was on fire, Roman pushed me down onto the bed, crawling on top of me in no time. "Breaking up, huh?" he muttered under his breath, lifting my shirt just a little to kiss right beneath my navel-- I could only squirm. "You're not getting away from me that quick, baby. Nuh-uh." 

For the first time tonight, I felt a giggle brew in my chest; it felt nice to get some attention. As Roman's fingers slid farther up my shirt, gripping at my waist, I let mine travel into his hair, tugging at his dark brown locks. 

He hummed against my skin, his soft lips pressing against my sternum. "You should've just told me you were horny," he purred, bunching up my shirt in his big hands; "I would've thrown that controller out the fucking window."

"Yeah, right," 

"You best believe-- oh, God, yes,"

When Roman managed to get my shirt over my chest, gazing down at his favourite pair of my lingerie, he let his head fall down, groaning into my skin like he could barely contain himself with glee.

Boys. 

Shaking my head, I could only giggle as I stroked my fingers through his soft hair. "I can't believe you make the same noises when you win in Mario Kart, and when you see a pair of tits,"

Roman let out another breathy laugh, raising himself up to kiss up my jaw, practically purring against my skin--

"A win is a win, baby,"

[chadobi]

Babes, it’s my 20th birthday today!! 🥳💗 Sooo as a lil treat for y’all, I’m doing a mini marathon!! Say hello to the first story of the day, get ready for a tiny spam 😭 Anyway ily all sm!!

You’re More Human

TMNT Bayverse – Michelangelo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mild language, injury mention, emotional vulnerability, fluff

New York never truly slept, but tonight it felt quieter. Calmer. The buzz of traffic far above was reduced to the occasional hum, muffled by layers of concrete, steel, and sewer grates.

You walked through the tunnels with dirt on your jeans and dried blood caking your shirt. It wasn’t yours, but it didn’t matter. The fight was over. The city was safe. For now.

Your boots splashed through shallow water as you followed close behind the turtles, your fingers twitching at your sides. You weren’t sure if it was from the cold, or from the adrenaline that hadn’t quite settled yet.

Leonardo walked ahead, silent and focused as always. Donatello was checking a crack in his tech-glasses, mumbling to himself. Raphael muttered curses under his breath every time his injured leg dragged. But Michelangelo… he lagged behind.

With him, silence felt unnatural.

You glanced back. His nunchucks were strapped to his side. His mask hung loosely around his neck. His shoulders were lower than usual not just from exhaustion. Something was off.

He caught you looking. Tried to smile.

It didn’t reach his eyes.

The lair was dim when you arrived. Donnie immediately headed for his workstation, muttering something about recalibrating sensors. Raph went to the dojo without a word, limping but refusing help. Leo disappeared into the shadows like he always did.

That left you and Mikey.

He dropped heavily onto the beat-up couch, breathing hard. You hovered by the doorway, unsure. You’d been in the lair before, many times but never when things felt like this.

Quiet.

Heavy.

Not even the TV was on.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

He looked up at you, and for a second, he was just Mikey - your Mikey - goofy, sweet, and full of warmth.

Then he broke eye contact and exhaled, slow and low.

“I’m good, Angelcakes,” he said. “Just… tired.”

You weren’t convinced.

You walked over and sat beside him. The couch creaked under your combined weight, but neither of you cared.

He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. The silence stretched.

“I hate when people scream,” he said suddenly. His voice was quiet. Unsteady. “Even if it’s not me they’re scared of… I still hear it. Feel it.”

You turned to face him.

He wasn’t looking at you.

“Tonight,” he continued, “we saved a whole family from those Kraang freaks. Got ’em out just in time. But the mom…she screamed when she saw me. Shielded her kid like I was the threat. Like I was worse than the damn aliens.”

You swallowed, hard.

“She was just scared,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he muttered, finally glancing at you. “Of me.”

The pain in his voice hit you in the chest. You wanted to say something , anything but words felt useless. So instead, you reached out and touched his hand.

It was warm. Rough. Strong.

And trembling slightly.

He looked down at your hand, then up at you.

“Why don’t you ever flinch?” he asked.

“What?”

“When you look at me. You don’t flinch. You don’t stare. You don’t… hesitate.”

You met his eyes. “Because I see you.”

His expression cracked. Something unspoken passed between you, something deeper than any joke or flirtation you’d shared before. Something real.

“You know,” you said softly, “you’re more human than most people I know.”

Mikey froze.

It hung in the air like a revelation. Like a secret you’d just exposed.

Then, without warning, he stood up and paced to the far end of the room. He ran a hand down his face.

“Don’t say stuff like that,” he said, his voice thick.

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll believe you.”

You rose slowly. “Good. You should.”

He turned to you, shoulders tense. His eyesusually full of fire and laughter, were glassy. Broken.

“I’m a six-foot-tall mutant turtle,” he said, gesturing at himself. “People run from me in the daylight. I eat pizza off sewer grates. I sleep underground. I’ve never had a normal life. I never will.”

You crossed the room. “You think humanity is about where you live? What you look like?”

He stared at you, lips pressed tight.

You reached out and placed your hand on his plastron, right over his heart.

“Humans love. They feel. They fight for what matters. They laugh even when it hurts. That’s what makes us human, Mikey. And you? You’ve got more of that than most people I’ve ever met.”

He inhaled shakily. Then, slowly, so very slowly, he wrapped his arms around you.

You melted into his chest, feeling the tension in his body. He held you like he was afraid you’d vanish. Like you were something precious.

“I didn’t mean to lose it,” he whispered. “I just… I try so hard to be the light. The happy one. I want people to see me and smile. Not scream.”

“You’re allowed to break sometimes,” you murmured against his skin. “Even the sun has to set.”

He chuckled wetly. “That was poetic as hell.”

You smiled. “Maybe I’ve been hanging out with you too much.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “Not possible.”

For a moment, everything was still.

Then he leaned in and kissed you.

Soft. Hesitant. Like a question.

You answered him with your lips.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You mean it?” he whispered.

“Every word.”

“More human than most, huh?”

You nodded. “And more mine than anyone else’s.”

He grinned, a real grin, this timecand lifted you off the ground in one swift lotion.

You squealed, laughing as he spun you in a slow circle.

“Mikey!”

“Sorry, can’t help it! You’re my favorite person and you just called me human! I might combust!”

He set you down, holding you by the waist.

“Don’t combust,” you said, smiling up at him. “I kind of like having you around.”

He winked. “I’m not going anywhere, angelcakes.”

And for the first time all night, he looked… light again.

Still bruised. Still tired.

But light.

Later, the others drifted in and out of the room, Donnie muttering something about circuits, Raph grumbling about protein shakes but no one questioned the way you and Mikey sat curled on the couch together, tangled like vines.

Your head rested on his shoulder. His fingers traced lazy circles on your back.

“I think I get it now,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“What you meant. About being human.”

You looked up at him. He met your gaze, soft and full of understanding.

“It’s not about being born one,” he said. “It’s about choosing to be one. Choosing to feel. To care. Even when it hurts.”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

He kissed the top of your head and exhaled deeply.

“Then yeah… I’ll take being human. As long as I’ve got you.”

You closed your eyes and held him tighter.

“You always will.”

[all-my-love-for-harry]

❧ Almost Eden (part four)

pairing; jake seresin x childhood friend!reader

summary; you and Jake finally talk, and he offers a sincere apology for the way he treated you years ago. But while his words may come from the heart, rebuilding trust isn’t easy—especially when old wounds still ache and doubts linger beneath the surface.

word count; 3.9k

a/n; another long one! I wanted to get all the tension between them out so we could get to the fluffy parts!! comments and reblogs are appreciated, i love reading what you think, thank you for reading <3

also! i was toying with the idea of writing little blurbs about these two if you have any scenario in mind or it could be a flashback, anything! my requests are open for both this universe or any other idea!

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It seemed like every time life started to feel even slightly manageable, something blew up in her face. And this time? The ticking bomb had a name: Jake Seresin.

Of all the things you imagined saying to Jake if you ever saw him again, silence wasn’t one of them. In your daydreams, you gave him a hard time—maybe rolled your eyes, maybe made him squirm—but in the end, you always forgave him. Because that’s who he remembered you as: the ever-forgiving girl, too soft to hold a real grudge.

But he caught you on the wrong day. The new meds had your moods swinging like a pendulum, and the stifling Texan heat wasn’t doing you any favors. You weren’t thinking clearly. You were just tired—of pretending, of holding it together, of being the girl he used to know.

So you snapped. The shock of seeing him again caught you off guard, and instead of finding the right words, you reached for the sharpest ones—anything to make him turn around and leave. You saw the moment his eyes landed on the pill bottles spilling out of your bag, and you didn’t miss the way his expression shifted. That flicker of concern. Or maybe pity. Either way, it stung.

It shouldn’t have mattered. He wasn’t anything to you—not anymore. He hadn’t known you in over fifteen years. So why did it hurt so much to see that look on his face? Why did you care what he thought of you?

Knowing Jake Seresin was back in town left you unsettled, like the air itself had changed the moment he arrived, tilting everything just slightly off balance.

Unfortunately, if you knew Jake was back in town, it was only a matter of time before she did too.

“Imagine my surprise when Caroline Seresin mentioned her son’s return,” Elizabeth drawled. And there it was.

She stood tall in her signature red bottoms, towering in every sense of the word, her gaze fixed on you with that familiar, calculating glint. She looked at you like she always did—like she knew something you didn’t, like she was already three moves ahead. Her voice dripped with condescension, the way it always did when she spoke to you, like you were a child she’d long since given up on understanding.

If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve mistaken the look in her eyes for pity.

But your mother didn’t do pity. Only disappointment. And disgust.

"I remember how you used to follow that poor boy around like a lost puppy. You were obsessed with him." She laughed; not because it was funny, but because she knew it would sting. And she liked that. The cruelty was light, almost casual, like it cost her nothing to twist the knife.

Still, you chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I remember."

“I just don’t want you to get hurt again, sweetheart. You do remember he only spent time with you because he felt he had to… not because he actually wanted to.”

She left the room like a hurricane—sudden, furious, and without looking back. In her wake, she left nothing but wreckage, never once pausing to consider who she'd torn apart.

And you?

You were always the one left to pick up the pieces.

“Did she say Jake Seresin is back? Oh, I remember him from when you were little,” said Marleen, the oldest housekeeper in the house, and the only one who ever truly looked after you when your mother couldn’t be bothered.

“So he’s a local celebrity now?” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Marleen didn’t miss a beat. “Keep rolling them like that and one day they’ll stick back there.”

You didn’t say a word—you didn’t need to. She simply set another cup of tea in front of you and gently ran her fingers through your hair. Slow, comforting, like she knew something you hadn’t found the words for yet. Like a mother might soothe her child—quietly, tenderly, as if touch alone could ease the ache.

The gesture alone should’ve brought you to tears—but lately, you’d felt so numb, you weren’t sure you remembered how.

“Why don’t you invite him over? It might be nice to catch up.”

“Catching up is something old friends do. And in case you missed the delightful conversation I just had with my mother—Jake and I were never friends.”

“Miss Elizabeth, bless her heart, says a lot of things. Doesn’t mean she’s ever been right.”

You let out a quiet laugh—of course she’d say something like that, bold as ever, with your mother still lurking somewhere in the house. Only Marleen.

But the mention of Jake made your smile falter. You pressed your lips together, unsure. Not because you didn’t want to see him… but because, deep down, some part of you still felt like that little girl who would’ve given anything just to be near him.

“He looked rough, you know? Had a sling on his arm and was all bruised up.”

Marleen glanced at her again, trying to suppress the knowing smile tugging at her lips. She’d always known it only took a gentle nudge to get you talking. You were never much of a chatterbox when the medication changed—quieter, more withdrawn—but she hated the silence.

She preferred when you filled the room with your voice, turning small moments into conversation. Like when you asked for help with a new pie recipe, or when your eyes lit up talking about something you loved. Those were the moments that reminded her of the bright, curious little girl she’d met all those years ago.

“And did you ask him why?”

“We didn’t exactly stop to chat.”

“Mhm. And whose choice was that?”

You groaned. “Why do I have to be the one reaching out? Last time I did, you know how that ended.”

“Well,” Marleen said gently, “from what I’m gathering now, he did reach out—and you shut him down.”

There was no malice in her voice, no judgment—just calm honesty. She wasn’t trying to scold you. She just knew how much Jake had once meant to you. And if his return meant you might finally have someone to lean on again, she wasn’t about to let pride get in the way.

“You don’t get it. He looked at me exactly the way he did back then, like nothing’s changed. Who’s to say he doesn’t still see me as that clingy little girl he had when he was younger?"

"There's only one way to find out."

[...]

Jake hadn’t had a moment to let his thoughts settle. His father was back, and the house—once full of warmth and laughter—had fallen silent again. The air felt heavier now, thick with an old tension he hadn’t missed. It was like stepping back in time, to when he was a boy, flinching at every sharp word, every disapproving glance, waiting for the next reprimand over nothing at all.

The less Jake saw of his father, the better. So he asked his mother to move him out of his childhood bedroom and into the guest house. It was quieter there—peaceful, but in the right way. The kind of quiet that gave him space to think, to breathe… to figure out how he was going to earn back your trust.

From the moment his mother finally told him the truth—raw and unfiltered—he knew he couldn’t stay on the sidelines. He hadn’t seen you in years, hadn’t known the version of you that had endured so much. But deep down, he knew you weren’t the girl your mother made you out to be. He wanted to help. He wanted to do what he never did back then—

Show up.

He couldn’t quite explain why this felt so personal. Or maybe he could—he just wasn’t ready to admit it. For now, he told himself this was just a way to cope with being on leave, grounded and away from the skies. But something had shifted the moment he set foot back in Texas. It was like flipping a switch—Hangman faded into the background, and all that was left was Jake.

Over the years, he’d built himself into a cocky, calculated, arrogant son of a bitch—armor he wore well in the cockpit. But maybe, just maybe, this was his shot at something more. A chance to make things right. A shot at redemption.

“Honey?” His mother’s voice cut through the sound of the running shower, snapping Jake out of his thoughts. “You’ve got a doctor’s appointment.”

“Just a sec!” he called back.

Caroline wandered through the small guest house, taking in the tidy living room with a fond smile. It was so like him—everything in its place. He’d always been a bit of a clean freak. But one thing stood out: his laptop, left open on the coffee table. She hesitated. She wasn’t one to snoop—never had been, not with her kids—but this time, curiosity nudged her forward.

She leaned in to glance at the screen.

It was you.

He had several tabs open, all about you. Local news articles mentioning your name, stories about the charities and organizations you supported, and even a few pieces from your time abroad. Most were filed under the “society” section, painting the picture of a well-connected young woman. One headline, bold and underlined, even poked fun at you—something snide about nepotism, dressed up as humor.

“You know what’s strange? A lot of these articles mention her being committed. If it were my child, I’d pay anything to keep that out of the headlines.”

“The press isn’t always for sale, sweetheart. Maybe Elizabeth tried, but some things still slip through.”

Yeah, right. He thought.

Caroline Seresin, bless her heart, had never been good at recognizing evil. Raised as the only daughter in an impossibly wealthy family, she’d been sheltered from the worst of the world. Maybe that’s why she was still with his father—or so Jake liked to tell himself. She wasn’t naïve, not exactly, but she had a stubborn habit of searching for redeeming qualities in people who had none to give. It would take more than cruelty or indifference to convince her someone was beyond saving.

“There’s more to it, Mom—I can feel it.”

“I’ve told you everything I know.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s everything there is to know.”

She knew that once Jake set his mind on something, there was no stopping him, no words that would make him let it go. So she didn’t try. If chasing the truth meant he might be able to help you, then she would let him chase it. Caroline was too gentle, too kind-hearted to speak out on your behalf without proof, and the truth was, she didn’t have any. Just instincts. Quiet observations. And the ache of knowing something wasn’t right.

[…]

Jake didn’t find you at the café this time. He wandered through town, glancing into every shop window, hoping for even a glimpse of you—but you were nowhere to be seen. Logically, he knew you were probably at home. But logic didn’t quiet the hesitation in his chest. He wasn’t sure if showing up there would get him the chance to talk… or a door slammed in his face.

“Well, if it isn’t Jake Seresin. So the rumors were true, you do look a little worse for wear.” The voice came from behind him—warm, teasing, and familiar in a way that made him pause. He didn’t recognize it right away, but the tone told him he probably should.

Marleen.

He remembered her now. She used to sneak you cookies when your mother wasn’t looking, even after being told not to. She was older, of course. The last time he’d seen her was over fifteen years ago, and the silver streaks in her hair told him just how much time had passed. But her smile was the same: warm, familiar, just softened by a few more wrinkles.

“I don’t expect you to remember me,” she went on with a chuckle. “Truth be told, I barely recognized you myself. Last time I saw you, you had chicken wings for arms.”

That did make him laugh. "And you're as sassy as I remember you, Marleen."

"What brings you back to town? Haven't seen you around in a long time, boy."

“Fell flat on my face from a thousand feet, literally.” He lifted his left arm, still wrapped in bandages despite the sling being gone. “Turns out, the Navy gets a little touchy when you break half your body mid-flight. Who knew?”

Now it was her turn to laugh softly. “You should stop by the house sometime. She could use a friend… even if she pretends she doesn’t. And don’t let that tough act fool you—she’s already forgiven you. Probably long before she even realized it.”

“Actually, I’ve been looking for her, been wandering around like a fool.”

“Well, you are a fool,” she scoffed. “Who in their right mind walks around in this heat on purpose?” She shook her head, already turning. “Come on. Her mother’s too busy planning some fancy charity gala for the weekend, she won’t even notice you slipping through the door.”

He knew better than to argue, so he followed her to a sleek black SUV parked at the curb. The driver, a tall and broad-shouldered man he didn’t recognize, gave off the kind of quiet authority that matched the barista’s description from the other day.

Jake wasn’t someone who got nervous—years in the cockpit had taught him how to keep his emotions in check. But as he settled into the back seat, an uneasy feeling pooled in his stomach. Seeing you at the café had been one thing. Showing up at your home, uninvited, was something else entirely. He had no idea how you’d react.

Your family’s estate matched his in size, but the road leading to it felt longer somehow—as if the weight of everything that had happened made each turn stretch out just a little more.

“She’s by the pool,” Marleen said with a knowing smile. “I’m guessing you still remember the way.”

“Thank you,” he replied, offering her one last smile before stepping outside.

There you were—seated cross-legged on a lounge chair by the pool, completely absorbed in the small canvas balanced on your lap. From the soft strokes and the glint of color on your fingers, it looked like oil paint. He nearly laughed. Of course you’d be painting by the pool. Who does that? But somehow, it suited you perfectly.

“You never liked swimming, not even when we were kids.”

Your hand paused mid-stroke, but only for a second before you kept painting, pretending you hadn’t heard him. “What are you doing here?” you asked, voice flat.

“Can I sit?” he asked instead, gesturing to the chair beside you. “I won’t talk if you don’t want me to.”

You didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched before you finally spoke, eyes still fixed on the canvas.

“Art therapy. Doctor’s orders.”

“What are you painting?”

“My emotions,” you said dryly. “But if I had a choice, I’d rather be drawing.”

He said your name. Softly, almost like a memory slipping through his lips.

Somehow, that was enough to make you look at him.

“I know you probably hate me,” he said, voice low but steady. “And honestly, you have every right to. I left without a word, and I carried on like none of it mattered—like you didn’t matter. But the truth is, I’ve regretted it every damn day. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve said goodbye. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you.”

“Yet you still did it.”

There was no anger in your voice—no bitterness, no edge. Just quiet acceptance. And somehow, that stung more.

He hated it. Hated that you weren’t yelling at him, telling him to get lost, or demanding answers he didn’t have. He would’ve preferred if you’d thrown that damn canvas at his head—at least then, he’d know where he stood.

“It’s fine, you know? I understand. You grew up, moved on—no one wants a kid clinging to them forever. If this is just about guilt… You don’t have to carry it. I already forgave you. A long time ago.”

His brows pulled together. “Honestly, I’d understand if you wanted to slap me.”

You tilted your head, a hint of a smirk tugging at your lips. “I think whatever happened to you is punishment enough, don’t you think?” There was a flicker of humor in your voice that made him exhale—relieved, almost. He smiled.

“What happened to you, anyway?” you asked, finally glancing at him.

“Jet malfunction,” he said with a shrug. “Had to eject. Turns out parachutes get tangled real easy when the universe’s out to get you.”

He shifted a little closer, just enough to feel like he hadn’t lost you completely.

“I can’t believe it took a plane crash to bring you back.”

“I wasn’t lying,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t know how to come back.”

He hesitated, eyes flickering toward you. “And for the record? I did see you as my friend. Always. I’m sorry—Ba—” He caught himself, swore under his breath. “I messed up. Bad. And instead of fixing it, I ran.”

“We were just kids,” you murmured.

“Still. That doesn’t excuse anything.”

“If you felt that bad… why didn’t you ever call?”

He went quiet. The truth sat heavy on his tongue—too messy, too full of shame.

“I wish I had a good answer,” he said finally. “The truth? I was a coward. Guilty, embarrassed. And by the time I found the courage… I thought it was too late.”

“That your best apology?”

Your voice was flat again, unreadable, but the faint spark of humor in your eyes was enough to stop him from feeling like the world’s biggest asshole.

“You’re making me sweat more than any admiral ever has, you know that, sweetheart?”

He knew he was pushing his luck—especially after you barely tolerated the nickname Bambi a few minutes ago—but some habits were hard to kill.

In return, you shrugged. "Five minutes ago you wanted me to slap you, I'd say I let you off easily."

"So I'm off the hook?"

“Depends,” you said. “Did you just come here to apologize and disappear again?”

He shook his head without hesitation.

“I came because ever since I set foot back in this town, I’ve been looking for you—on every street, in every crowd. And when I couldn’t find you, I started seeing you in my dreams.”

He let out a quiet sigh.

“I’m not usually this open, but after everything, the least I owe you is the truth. All of it.”

“When did you grow up, Jake Seresin?”

He smirked. “Didn’t have much of a choice, princess. The Navy doesn’t exactly coddle you.”

“You think that’s ruthless? Try living with my mother.”

He chuckled, even though there was more truth in your words than either of you wanted to unpack. He didn’t press. He couldn’t—not yet. So instead, he played along.

“Not that I’m not glad you’re back… but why leave Europe?”

“Too cold.”

You were lying. He knew it. But he let it slide. Just this once.

“Remember when we were kids? You’d step outside in October wearing three coats.”

You smiled, soft and fleeting. “Then you would’ve had a field day with me in Switzerland. I looked like a walking closet.”

He laughed with you, savoring the sound like it was something rare—something he hadn’t realized he missed until now.

Conversation between you flowed more easily than you ever expected. Jake spoke about the Navy—the places he’d seen, the sky he called home, and the people who’d become family when he wasn’t even looking for one. You told him about boarding school, the friends you'd made from every corner of the world, the countless extracurriculars that kept you sane. You talked about your apartment in London, about the freezing winters, and how—despite everything—you never outgrew your love for horses.

It felt effortless. Natural. Like the kind of reunion your younger self used to dream about. For a moment, it was easy to believe your mother was wrong—that you were just two old friends catching up after too many years apart.

Your canvas sat forgotten at your feet, fingers still streaked with dry paint, but your attention was fixed on the man across from you. He spoke like someone unlearning how to guard his heart, letting you see a side of him that no one else had.

It was like meeting a stranger and recognizing him all at once—someone new, yet unmistakably Jake.

For the first time in years, your problems faded into the background, tucked away in a quiet corner of your mind where they couldn’t reach you. It was a calm no pill had ever managed to offer, a moment of stillness that felt almost foreign in its gentleness.

But no matter how hard you tried to hold onto it, the echo of your mother’s voice crept in, sharp and persistent. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled, a quiet reminder that peace, for you, was always borrowed time. She was never far, always looming, always ready to shatter whatever fragile bubble of happiness you dared to form.

Your mother could only be distracted for so long. You knew the moment would end—your time with Jake had always been fleeting, and tonight would be no different.

“I think I should head out,” Jake said, not meeting your eyes at first. The reluctance in his voice was obvious; he didn’t want to go. But he also knew better than to overstay in a house that watched his every move.

“Planning to disappear again?” you asked, the words lighthearted on your tongue, but the shadow of doubt in your voice gave you away.

He looked at you then—steadily, earnestly. “Are you kidding? I just got you back.”

He stood, offering you his hand with that same boyish charm that had once made you trail after him like a shadow. You took it, and together you walked toward the back door. As soon as you stepped into the quiet of the house, the warmth of the evening was replaced with a cold kind of stillness. It wasn’t late enough to be improper, but it was late enough that silence settled heavily in every hallway.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked. Confident on the surface, but there was a hint of something softer beneath it—hopeful, maybe even desperate.

“See if Marleen can sneak you past security again, and we’ll talk,” you said with a small smirk. But you nodded. That was enough. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“See you tomorrow, Bambi,” he said, the nickname gentle, almost reverent. A promise wrapped in three syllables.

Then he slipped out the front door, and with him went the lightness you didn’t realize you’d let in.

“You still can’t hide it,” your mother’s voice floated down from the top of the staircase, slicing through the quiet. “That silly crush you’ve had on that boy since you were what—eight?”

You froze.

She stood with both arms resting elegantly on the railing, watching you like a hawk. “He’ll leave again, sweetheart. They always do. The sooner you accept that, the better for everyone. We wouldn’t want another... episode, would we? Not like last time, when your little boyfriend decided he’d had enough.”

Her tone was casual, almost amused. But the sting behind her words landed exactly where she wanted it to—right in the wound that hadn’t fully healed.

She smiled then—serene, composed, cruel. “Get some rest, darling. You look like you need it.”

❧

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[yumaexi]

— “ 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐒 ! ”

FEAT; monster trio + ace x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS; there’s a million cliche romance tropes out there — but which ones would they have?

CW; mention of planes in luffys part, does op have airports hell if i know, i can’t think of anything else this is purely fluff

NOTE; first post kinda nervy😓requests are open and veery highly encouraged rn!!! so. anyway enough yap enjoy and please send requests

LUFFY — RUNNING THROUGH AN AIRPORT

You were supposed to be part of his crew. So why, why were you leaving? It was completely and utterly random—you seemed happy enough with the crew, always all smiles and radiating with joy.

Which is why, when he heard about the news of your leave, it left him nothing short of shocked. But Luffy wasn’t one to give up, and especially not on you; he wasn’t going to take anyone else to fill in a position that was made to be yours. After all, what was the point of being King of the Pirates if you weren’t there with him?

The day your flight was supposed to happen, you left the crew behind with a bitter goodbye—and Luffy could tell with just a brief look into your eye that this was the last thing you wanted to do. But for some reason, no matter how much he bargained, you just wouldn’t budge.

It wasn’t until your plane was supposed to board that he became desperate.

“Did they tell you which terminal they were going to?” Luffy asked Nami, his fingers digging into his palm. He was going to bring you back — it wasn’t a matter of how, but when. He was sure of that.

Nami hummed. “Yeah. A23.”

And that was all he needed to hear.

Luffy immediately took off for your terminal, swerving through airport security and yelling out a “sorry” whenever he bumped into someone in the midst of his rush. There would be time for him to worry about the consequences later (though, he definitely won’t regardless—he never does). 

He follows the signs littered throughout the hallways. He looks for the letter A, which thankfully is the very first one. The numbers go up one by one, and Luffy can tell that time is running out. 

“Flight A23 is now boarding economy class passengers. Please make your way onto the plane.”

The sound of the monotone lady talking through the speakers is ringing through Luffy’s head, and he starts running even faster. 19, 20, 21, 22, 23–

There. You’re there.

He spots you talking to the flight attendant at the front, showing her your ticket and Luffy feels nothing short of a rush of emotions. This was it—all or nothing.

“[NAAAMEEE]!” He screams, not caring for all the heads that turn around to face him except for yours. All he needs is yours. And when you do, a shocked expression immediately showing through your feature, Luffy already knows he’s won.

“Luffy? What—why’re you here?” you ask, voice breathless and full of confusion. You don’t seem to care about everybody watching either.

“Come back to the crew! I know this isn’t what you want! Everybody—everybody is waiting for you back at the ship!” he yells, and you feel yours burn with tears threatening to shed. “The whole crew needs you. So just come back!”

You’re not sure what it is—a part of you wants to argue, tell him to go back and mind his own business. But when he ran all the way here to your terminal, showing you just how much you mean to both him and the crew, how could you ever bring yourself to refuse?

ZORO — GOING STILL WHEN YOU SLEEP ON THEIR SHOULDER

It wasn’t uncommon for Zoro to take the duty of the night shifts. It was an unspoken responsibility he had given to himself because he felt he needed to take care of the whole crew anyway. He trusted them wholeheartedly, sure, but if it fell into anyone’s hands he would rather it be him. These night shifts were the reason he was usually so tired in the morning, spending his day sleeping more than anything else.

Today, though, you had decided to make the impulsive decision of joining Zoro in his night shift. It was somewhat of a habit, but not really. There was no pattern, you’d just randomly choose to keep him company on days when you felt like it—and this happened to be one of those days.

The both of you were up in the crows nest, watching the waves idly pass by. Out at sea, there wasn’t any light pollution. You could easily see the stars and every bit of color in the sky.

“So…you’re just gonna sit there?” Zoro asks, confusion written all over his face. He was up lifting weights to the side, and most of the ones he owned were heavier than you could ever imagine.

You shrug. “I didn’t come here to be productive.”

Zoro only sighs in response, switching to carry his weight with only one hand and narrowing his sharp eyes at you. “Then why’re you in here? You’re not really keeping watch, either.”

“Your company.”

Zoro blinks at your blunt answer. Once. Twice. “…Oh. Fine, then.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you before he huffs and sets the weight down on the floor, walking to sit beside you. His cheeks are dusted a light pink, barely noticeable unless you really, really squinted.

Conversation starts to strike up naturally, like it always has. Funny stories from past adventures, little facts about the other crew members, and before you know it, your eyes start to feel a little droopy. 

Zoro notices, of course. But before he can make a comment about it, offering to carry you back to bed while he takes over the rest of the night watch, your head lands on his shoulder and he immediately freezes up.

“Oi, [Name]…are you asleep?” he asks, voice quiet as if he already knows the answer. You’re totally, utterly, knocked out, and now there’s no way he’s going to be able to move for the rest of the night.

Sure, he could just gently tap you awake and force you back into the girls room, but when you just look so comfortable and cozy…how could he bring himself to do such a thing?

So, no, he doesn’t move an inch—for the rest of the night. And by the time the crew finds the both of you in the morning, you’re still laying on Zoro’s shoulder and he’s asleep too, head laying on top of yours.

SANJI — SHARING AN UMBRELLA

It was in Sanji’s nature to be a gentleman. Through and through, to the core, Sanji was a gentleman—and he prided himself in that simple fact. To many people, he was regarded and considered as the ideal, perfect man; which made a whole lot of sense.

The crew had recently docked at an island known for its unpredictable weather changes—even Nami could barely tell when a storm was rolling through. So when you were shopping around the many stores around town, it wasn’t very surprising when you suddenly felt a drop of water land on your head.

“It’s raining,” you point out. The rain wasn’t anything too terrible—you’re sure if you walked back to the ship now you wouldn’t even be soaked. 

Sanji, though, wasn’t having any of it. If he let you get any more wet than you are now, he would have completely failed his duty as a gentleman. At least, that’s how he sees it—true or not. 

“[Name]-san, I’ll shield you with my body!” he bravely declares, holding his arms and legs out with his back facing the direction the rain was pelting you from.

“…Right, or we can just head into this store!” you reason, walking directly past him and pushing open the door of one of the nearby stores. Here, at least, the roof could make for an actually effective shield.

The cashier who you presume to be the owner doesn’t seem to mind, gladly welcoming the both of you in.

“Uhm…hi,” you politely but awkwardly greet, Sanji standing behind you like a guard dog. “Do you know when this rain is supposed to stop?”

The man shakes his head. “No, the weather conditions can’t be foreseen here. It could be an hour, or a few days. But I have a spare umbrella lying around if you want to use it,” he offers, searching the shelves under the register for where the umbrella was placed.

When he found it, he put it in Sanji’s hands. “Take this and head home. This is the only spare one I have, but…it’s better than nothing. Be careful on your way back, okay?”

The two of you nod and turn around to leave, giving your thanks to the kind owner. Sanji passes you the umbrella and says, “You have it. I can’t let the rain soil your outfit.”

You tilt your head. “Thanks for the offer, but we can just share.” Your hands fiddle with the buttons on the umbrella, and when it finally opens up, you hand it back to Sanji and stand under the umbrella as well—close enough that your shoulders touch.

Sanji’s shocked, but he doesn’t want to turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this one—who would, if you were the one asking? 

So without another word, and very quickly, Sanji agrees. 

The walk back to the ship is nice, filled with small talk—and when you get back, the crew notes that Sanji is acting just a little more giddy than usual.

ACE — ONE BED

“…Whitebeard didn’t tell me that this was the arrangement,” you say, and Ace responds with just as much confusion.

“Yeah. That’s ’cause it’s not.”

You and Ace were ordered by Whiteheard himself to dock at this island and he even went as far as to have someone reserve a room for you in this specific hotel. Was it a mistake, or a set up? To be honest, you didn’t even know. 

“Do you want to go ask the lady at the front to change our room?” you question, scratching the back of your head as you watch Ace plop down onto the mattress with a sigh and without a care.

“Nah, it’s not that big of a deal. You can take the bed and I’ll take the floor. There’s a sleeping bag in the—“

Before he can get out even a single other word, you quickly cut him off. This habit of his, to neglect his personal needs for the comfort of others—especially you—pissed you off to absolutely no end.

“No.” Blunt and forward. No. He could never argue with you when your tone turned like that, but it was obvious that today he finally got the guts to try.

“What do you mean, no? I’m trying to be a nice guy! There’s no way you’re taking the floor, [name],” Ace countered, stubbornly crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“None of us have to sleep on the floor! The bed is big enough for us to share.”

It’s true, the bed was relatively big—like two twin size beds were mashed and blended together.

Ace’s entire face turns red at the thought, and you notice a few of the flames that flickered on his body when you mentioned that possibility. 

“Well, okay. Since you said it’s fine…”

Night rolls around relatively quickly. The two of you were laying on opposite sides of the bed. Nothing stood between you—not even pillows—just the trust and faith you had in each other to act like a decently mannered human being.

All the lights were turned off except for the dim coming from the bathroom, the only light you decided to keep open. The only sound that you heard was the shuffling of the sheets when Ace twisted and turned, and the low hum of the air conditioner filling the room with cold air.

Way too cold.

Ace must’ve caught it, because he asks, “…Are you cold?”

You chuckle awkwardly. “A little bit…is it that obvious? And what about you?”

“Pretty obvious—but I’m doing fine. Since, y’know…I’m made of fire.”

You hum and nod, but there’s obviously tension in the air. Ace knows what you want to ask, and you know what Ace wants to offer—but the both of you are too much of some cowards to say it.

It’s not until a full minute of silence and straight staring has passed that Ace speaks up. “Lay on me.”

It’s not really a question, but not a demand either. His tone isn’t forceful, and it obviously leaves you for a choice—though, “no” was never in the picture anyway.

You scoot closer to him, and him to you, and before you know it, your body temperature is quickly rising and you feel warm. You couldn’t even tell if it was from his natural body heat or just how nervous he made you.

But regardless, that night was the most comfortable sleep you’ve had in a long time—and you’re sure Ace feels the same.

[romanoffshouse]

Bowling with The Thunderbolts* the new Avengers

A/N: Thank you for the idea @lives-in-midgard and helping me out.

Masterlist

It was Alexei's idea to do something for bonding purposes

Alexei suggested to go bowling.

You really liked the idea but the others weren't so fond of it.

Yelena thought it was embarrassing to go bowling with her dad and her new friends.

Ava and Walker just didn't want to go.

Bucky hasn't played since the 40s and thought it would be cool to try it again. But it also brought some memories back to him, he remembered playing it with Steve.

Bob didn't really say much to the idea, but you could see in his expression that he actually got excited. You weren't sure if he ever played bowling before and if he did then it probably was a long time ago.

"Come on, guys. Let's go, it will be fun" you said, trying to convince the others.

Alexei laughed, happy to have you on his site "See, that's the spirit" he said with his delighted Russian accent.

You wanted to convince Yelena first, knowing that if you would convince Yelena to go, the others would go as well.

"Come on Lena, even bob wants to go, right bob?" You said and looked over to Bob, who looked at the mention of his name and then nodded.

There was a small smile tugging on her lips and then she said "Okay, fine.. let's go"

Alexei clapped his hands together and cheered "YES!!"

"Okay, let's go Bobby." John said and patted Bob on the shoulder, which made you smile softly.

"Yeah, I think it could be fun, I haven't played in a very long time though." Bucky said as they made their way to the car.

"At least you have played before." Ava mumbled.

"We'll teach you." You said and gave her a soft smile, Ava smiled back at you.

After a short drive in Alexei's limo, you arrived at the bowling center.

When you arrived there, John asked "What does the winner get?" "Hmm?.. Nothing, we're just doing this to have fun" you said back.

A few moments from the game:

When it was John's turn and he didn't knock down any pins, everyone started laughing because he was bragging earlier that he will be the best. "Maybe next time" you said to him with a chuckle and he gave you an annoyed look at that comment.

Yelena was really good, when it was her turn she almost knocked all the pins down. "That's my daughter!" Alexei yelled proudly in his thick Russian accent.

"It's your turn Mr. Soldier" Alexei said, patting Bucky's back. Bucky didn't attmit it but he looked a bit nervous, he closed his eyes for a moment and then threw the ball. He almost made a strike. When he turned around you smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up.

Then it was Ava's turn, she never played before and wasn't so good. So you decided to give her some tips to help her with her next turns.

You were quite good at bowling and one time when you had a strike, Yelena and Ava held their hands up to give you a high-five. Bucky smiled at you and said "good job" and John gave you a nod. Alexei was clapping with a smile and Bob said "So, that's why you wanted to play" and you chuckled at that.

One time when Bob knocked down all the pins, everyone was cheering and shouting at excitement. Bob was getting a bit nervous at that. He just gave a shy smile and ran a hand through his hair, you decided to walk over and hug him. What you didn't expect was that the others approached you. Yelena was the first who joined the hug, then Ava, John, Bucky and last Alexei. Bob was smiling at that, feeling safe and comforted. It was such a beautiful moment. But not only did he feel loved, you did too. You are a family now.

[hannahsturniolo]

ᴀɢʀᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛs

Part 2!

Read all parts HERE.

Summary: after breakfast and a deep talk with Chris, you agreed on friends with benefits. After breakfast, Chris gets needy and it leads to heading to the bedroom.

Warnings: smut, p in v, m receiving, touching both m and f

WC: 1.7K

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Now at breakfast, the conversation between you and Chris took a deeper turn. You looked at him and asked, “Do you think this could ever be more than just hooking up?”

He hesitated for a moment before answering, “I’m kind of scared of relationships, but I really enjoyed last night.”

His words caught you off guard. You pushed a little further, “But do you ever see us becoming something more?”

Chris looked down at his plate for a second before replying, “Maybe someday, I hope so. But I’m not ready for a relationship right now.”

Your heart sank a little. It wasn’t the answer you wanted, but still, a part of you held onto hope. Maybe one day.

As you both quietly ate your breakfast, an older lady passed by your table. She smiled warmly and said, “You two are so cute together. There’s a sparkle in your eyes when you talk to each other.” Then she walked off with a knowing grin.

You giggled quietly, glancing over at Chris, who was already smiling back at you.

You looked over at Chris, trying to sound casual, even though your heart was pounding. “So, is this gonna be like a friends with benefits thing?”

He paused for a second, then said with a small smile, “I mean- if you’re okay with that, I’d love it.”

You nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

But deep down, it wasn’t exactly what you wanted. You were hoping it would turn into something more. You told yourself that maybe, just maybe, hooking up would eventually lead to a real relationship.

So you went along with it, holding onto that little flicker of hope.

~~~~~~~

After breakfast, Chris mentioned wanting to show you where he lived. He hinted, almost playfully, that his brothers weren’t home and said, “You should come check out the place.”

So you did. You hopped into the car with him, and almost instantly, his hand found your thigh. He glanced over with a grin and said, “You look really good as my passenger princess.”

You giggled, feeling your cheeks warm at the compliment.

A little while later, you pulled into his driveway. The house was beautiful. As you stepped inside, Chris gently grabbed your hand, leading you in.

“Wow, so this is where you and your brothers live?” you said, your eyes scanning the space as you walked up the stairs.

“Yeah,” he replied. “We’ve lived here for a few years now.”

You wandered over to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Just as you twisted the cap open, you felt Chris come up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist as he began kissing the side of your neck.

“Chris!” you laughed, caught off guard but smiling. “What are you doing?”

He just chuckled against your skin, not bothering to answer as he kept kissing you.

You let out a soft moan when his lips found that spot just behind your ear, the one that always drives you crazy.

He grinned against your skin. “Should we take this to my room?” he teased.

You shook your head playfully, turning around to face him. That was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift move, he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, making you laugh as he carried you up the stairs.

When you reached his room, he gently threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. His hands started exploring your body, trailing over your waist, your thighs, your chest, like he couldn’t touch you fast enough.

You reached down, cupping him through his shorts, feeling how hard he already was. He let out a low, guttural groan at your touch.

“Take those off,” you giggled, tugging at the waistband of his shorts, eager to feel more.

He slid his shorts and boxers down in one swift motion, and his dick sprang free, hitting against his stomach.

Without hesitation, he pulled off your clothes along with his shirt, leaving both of you completely naked. The tension between you was electric.

Chris laid back against the bed and gently pulled you on top of him to straddle his waist. You leaned down, and the two of you kissed like you couldn’t get enough, hot, messy, and breathless.

Still straddling him, you reached back and wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it slowly. His breath hitched. Wanting a better angle, you shifted off to the side, settling on your knees beside him.

Your hand moved up and down his length with teasing strokes before you leaned forward, parting your lips and slipping the tip of him into your mouth. You licked and sucked gently, focusing on his sensitive tip as his hips shifted slightly beneath you.

While your mouth worked on him, his hand reached between your legs, finding your clit. He started rubbing slow, deliberate circles, pulling soft moans from your throat even as you stayed wrapped around him.

The two of you were completely lost in each other, every touch, every sound, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You were so turned on, your clit was throbbing with need. Every stroke of his fingers had you falling deeper, chasing that high you were so desperate for. You couldn’t get enough of the way he touched you, like he already knew every inch of your body.

Your hair had started to fall in your face, so Chris grabbed a gentle fistful, guiding your rhythm as you continued to bob your mouth over his tip.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he moaned softly, brushing a strand behind your ear with his free hand, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

The pressure was building fast. You felt yourself teetering on the edge. You pulled your lips off of him, panting, and braced yourself by gripping his thighs tightly.

Your moans came out uncontrollably as he kept circling your clit, pushing you closer and closer. “I’m close,” you gasped out.

But then, he stopped.

His fingers pulled away, and you let out a desperate little gasp at the sudden loss. “What are you doing?” you mumbled breathlessly, reaching down between your legs to finish what he started.

But he gently caught your hand and stopped you.

“No,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I want you to cum on my dick, baby.”

You couldn’t wait a second longer. Desperate to chase your high, you climbed on top of him, grabbed his cock, and lined it up with your entrance.

His hands immediately found your waist, steadying you as he helped guide you down onto him. You let out a loud, needy whine as you slowly sank down, taking all of him in.

Your hands pressed against his chest for support as you began to move, bouncing on him, your rhythm quick and hungry.

“Oh my god” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his head sank back into the pillow, completely lost in you.

You couldn’t stop moaning, every thrust, every inch of him, had you feeling like you were going to fall apart in the best way.

Then he reached down with one hand, rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit. That was all it took.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out, your voice trembling. “Chris-” you kept saying his name over and over, each time more breathless than the last.

The orgasm hit hard, your whole body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your legs were weak, barely able to keep going, but Chris gripped your hips firmly, helping guide your movements as you rode it out.

He groaned beneath you, feeling you clench around him, your body pulsing with aftershocks. That pushed him closer, his breathing turned ragged, his abs tightening as he chased his release.

You didn’t stop. You wanted to help him finish, wanted to give him just as much pleasure as he gave you.

He sucked in a sharp breath, then let out a deep moan as he came, his warm release filling you up. The sensation made you moan softly again, still rocking your hips to help him through the last waves.

He reached up, hands cupping your tits gently as you both slowly came down from the high, your bodies tangled, sweaty, and completely spent.

He was still inside you as you collapsed onto his chest, your body warm and trembling. Your cheek pressed against his skin, and you could feel his heartbeat pounding just as fast as yours.

“You feel amazing,” you murmured between breaths, your voice soft against his chest. “I don’t even want to stop.”

His hands moved slowly up and down your back, comforting and teasing all at once.

He let out a low chuckle. “You think you can handle another orgasm?”

You shook your head, breathlessc but it didn’t matter.

In one swift motion, he grabbed your waist, flipped you onto your back, and thrust into you hard and fast.

Your moans filled the room again, loud, desperate, unable to hold back. The pleasure built so quickly it caught you off guard, and within seconds, your second orgasm crashed over you, stealing your breath.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “That was intense.”

Chris slowed down, finally pulling out of you gently as your body melted into the sheets, completely overwhelmed, in the best way.

He lay down beside you, still catching his breath, and pulled you into his side, your head resting on his chest.

“Wanna go wash off in my shower with me?” he asked, his voice low and relaxed.

You nodded, and the two of you got up, walking into the bathroom together. The warm water hit your skin as you both stepped into the shower, soothing and gentle as it ran down your back.

Chris leaned in and kissed you, one arm sliding around your lower back to pull you in closer, your wet bodies pressed together.

You reached for a bottle sitting on the ledge and giggled when you read the label. “A 3 in 1? This is all you have?” you said teasingly.

He laughed. “It smells good though, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” you admitted with a grin. “But baby, you need shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Separately. Why are men like this?” you laughed, shaking your head.

He just smiled and pulled you into another soft kiss, the warm water pouring over you both as you melted into him all over again.

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Promise

⋆ arthur morgan x reader - he notices things you think no one would care to ⋆

word count : 785

TW : heavy mentions of eating issues under the cut. you have been warned

Arthur Morgan knew a thing or two about skipping meals. Hosea raised him right. He's heard it all, enough to make his ears go numb and fall clean off. But there were just some days when getting up in the morning was more important than Pearson's stew. Or the bar's questionable-looking almonds at the end of the table.

The fire went on, flame lapping at the crisp night air. Arthur always noted the way you sat next to it, all hunched over and preoccupied with the way it danced.

When he notices that you're not eating, well, that's different. You're not him. Which means in his mind that you should be eating properly. You should be with the others back at camp while he does. God knows what with his hands in town.

“What's up with you?” he asks earnestly, looking down from the wooden crate he sat on, cushioning the underside of his chin on his knuckles.

Arthur sees you spare a couple glances at him before looking back at the flames. “Nothin' much.” He hears you say, staring back at the fire.

Arthur scratches at the scuff on his cheek, trying to figure out the right way to bring up his concerns. He always spared time to talk to you before leaving camp. What difference was there if he was concerned? Words were words. And he cared about probably more than you or he himself could ever know.

The thing was, did you care about him in the same way he did for you? Life was hard on the road. In the great grand scheme of Arthur Morgan's mind, he was just living in it. Getting by, one long day at a time.

“Fire's nice, huh?” he tries to talk about something else for the time being.

“Yeah.” You reply in an uncharacteristically dry manner, eyes still on the flame.

“Look, uh..” He trails off, one of his hands on his leg. The other adjusts the way his shirt sat against his belt, smacking his lips. “I noticed you aren't eating with the others lately.” The moment he says that is the moment you turn to finally look at him, eyes wide like you've just been caught cheating in a dice game. But only for a moment. Enough for Arthur to realize that maybe he was doing right by confronting you on this.

No one said this would be easy. “What's wrong, darlin'?” he asks softly, putting the side of his thumb gently under your chin to make you look up at him. “You know how much we care about you? How much we talk about you when you're not around?”

When you don't say anything back, it makes Arthur worry. Maybe he shouldn't have been the one to do this.

“If you think anyone wouldn't notice, well, you're dead wrong.” The way you smile at him makes him worry.

He wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve (or at least he thought of himself that way), but he didn't want you hurt. He didn't want to see you go down the path you were taking.

“You're givin' me a tall order, mister Morgan. You're a simple man. I like that about you.” You cut him off before he can reply. “What makes you think I'll change? For you?” You give him another smile with thinly veiled weariness in your eyes. Arthur didn't know your full story or how you crossed lines with the gang. He's seen too many good people die. He didn't want one of those people to be you.

You had him thinking, he'll give you that. “Tell you what,” Arthur squeezes your shoulder with a soft hand, his elbow on his leg. “I'll talk to Pearson. Tell me what you can and can't eat. I'll figure somethin’ out.” Just for you, Arthur thinks to himself. If he does good by you, that's one less regret he'll have when he sleeps.

“I'll go into town. Get anythin’ you need. Out of pocket.” Your eyes widen in a good way, like you can't believe what he's saying. “I can't promise the best of the best, but I sure as hell can try.” He chuckles, slipping in the self-deprecating joke in an attempt to alleviate the mood.

Finally, you crack.

“Really?” The word leaves your lips softly, jaw held back in anticipation. “You'd do that? For me?” You lean closer. He nods. “We know each other, don't we?” Arthur soothingly pats your back, his hand stilling in the center of your shoulder blades.

“I'll eat with you. Be there for you. Every morning, every supper. You don't have to be alone in this. Not anymore.” He promises, meaning every word.

author's note : i contemplated posting this, honestly. my mental health isn't the greatest. no situation is ever the same when it comes to things like this, but having some reassurance even from (especially from for me) arthur morgan makes me want to do better. if not for me, then for him. the human brain works in mysterious ways, i hope this fic helps someone out there as it did for me